#chip.

[bizlybebo]

(felipe i think): “why aren’t you scared?”

chip: “gillion wouldn’t be”

[babytreepiig]

early albatrio designs :D

bonus jay with black hair because the idea was mentioned in the rolled under the cut

[britbritsworld]

@chippyskylark​

britney knew chip was on the island. she had only gone here to make him regret his life and she had been there long enough to hear dating rumors already. chip always made an impression no matter where he went and britney liked to think she knew that better than anyone. she had been gearing herself up to yell and throw a fit at him in-person and not behind a screen like she had been, but then she saw him, exiting a store, his hair messy and she just...couldn’t breath. memories of them dancing together, laughing, singing, and more flooded back to surface and it just didn’t seem to matter how many times she tried to keep her head up because she just ended up drowning in her past with him. she didn’t know why she still felt like this; it had been years since their break-up and according to her mother he was nothing but trash with a perfect smile. britney wanted to call her, but she knew she would just be berated for being so weak. she didn’t want to be weak, especially in front of chip. she had been working with his enemy to pour salt into his wounds, she was lashing out on socials, and she was cold to him at award shows; she was capable of keeping her mask on secure and tight but for some reason seeing him before he saw her just made her want to run.

but she was tired of running. she knew she had to say something someday and with all of the rumors going on about him and that muse girl....better now than never. so she walked up to him, sunglasses covering her eyes because if he looked into them he would see her regret, her fear. “chip skylark,” she said smoothly, her tone being hard to read but not downright rude. “it’s been a bit since we’ve spoke last. do you have a minute? i need to speak to you about something important.” and she didn’t want an audience for it in case she cracked. last thing she needed was her mother seeing this meltdown. “i think you owe me that much.”

[woobifiedvillain]

Best part of this summer has been going through 5 minimum wage jobs for various reasons and settling ever more firmly into not giving a single fuck about messing up or not following directions like if you're not going to fire me over it immediately then I do not make enough to care

[hanzobow]

my cat has two modes

[britbritsworld]

🎀 give my muse a gift (chippy)

Everyone has a different love language. Some people used physical affection and some people were able to set quality time for their loved one. Britney didn’t have much time on her hands, so she had to show her love with her words and her wealth. She always made sure to make each gift feel like she was right there in the room because it broke her heart to think about Chip being without her. She was confident in their love and their bond and she wanted to make sure he knew that. She didn’t get a say or much control in her life, but she didn’t follow the rules at all when it came to the love of her life. Her mother was constantly picking at her and threatening to take away tour dates at her favorite venues, but what was the point in doing what she loved it if couldn’t be for the person she loved? He was her muse, he inspired her to sing better and to the heart.

So her presents were always from hers. The lyrics were the easiest part. The flowed from her pen like a water caressing down a waterfall; it was always such a passionate yet tranquil moment to let her feelings sprawl out on paper. Every time she looked at Chip she heard a new melody in her head, so really he was doing part of the work for her. The difficult part was recording the song without her mother hearing it. She had to wait until she was completely and totally alone. Her room for the week always had a mini studio in it just in case Britney wanted to try and get some work done, but she needed time where it could be just her and her words, not her, her words, her mothers spies, and five men telling her she would sound better if she did something completely different. She knew how to play guitar and yet she was never allowed to do that in the studio. But that just made her songs for Chip more special. Soft whisper singing as if she was telling him a secret even though the world knew of her love for him. It was like passing notes in class and Britney was a master at not getting caught. She poured her heart onto her tapes for chip, sealed them away in an envelope with a note about how much she missed him, and sent away for him to have and keep close to his heart.

It took months sometimes to see him again, but the first words out her mouth after her I love you’s and letting him out of her tight embrace was always “Did you get your gift?” She needed to hear from his lips that he heard her heart. She wanted to know it made it safe to him. It was the only thing she looked forward to most of the time and looking into his eyes as she awaited his answer was agony, but it was a beautiful kind of pain. @chippyskylark

[hanzobow]

cryptid sighting