#winged humanoid

[mernolan]

just some guys on the job

hans wants to get the job done and go home cuz its cold out and posing for this group photo is a waste of time homie is on the clock and taking his job seriously

[the-nugget-squad]

I need to hold all my friends in my wings and make sure they're all safe

[howlsandyowls]

my wings.......... i love my wings..........

[dreameroftheblue]

And guilty I may be But don't give up on me In the wake of the Odyssey We will still be thick as thieves You and me, still thick as thieves

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

Hello! I believe you've made a post before about incorporating Disabilities into fantasy but I cant seem to find it. I would like to know your thoughts on making wheelchairs and braces or humanoid with wings and tail.

I've made and reblogged several posts about disability in fantasy. here are some tag search links to hopefully help you find them

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as for winged humanoids having wheelchairs and braces (I assume leg braces?) here's some fresh sketches for you

(image description: sketches of a winged humanoid using mobility aids. there is one sketch showing leg braces, which resemble normal human leg braces, and two sketches showing a wheelchair from back and side angles. in order to make space for the wings and tail, the wheelchair has an open arch just above the seat, a narrow back, and a wider neck rest. end description)

the only concern for leg braces is just keeping the wings and tail in mind if they need a full leg brace with waist/hip support. other than that, it's exactly like a human leg brace.

the wheelchair is a much more difficult build, and I think I made the back too curved in that side angle. I'm sure this looks super uncomfortable to anyone who actually uses a wheelchair, but the wings do make it hard to give the chair a full back support. how far up can you make a wide supportive chair back before it gets uncomfortable under the wings? Probably a little more than what I've drawn in this sketch, but not as much as a full backed chair for a normal human, which is why I decided to make the narrow center part tall enough to add a neck rest.

since flying without the use of legs would be difficult or impossible as well, they might choose to clip their wing and tail feathers to make the wheelchair a little easier to use. They'd have to redo the clipping every time they molt. If they're more of an ambulatory wheelchair user, and their upper body is still strong enough for flight, they might leave their feathers alone. leg braces made to hold the legs steady in flight would have to be a little more stiff, and take off and landing maneuvers would be tricky. if they have a quick release option, they could wear leg braces that lock in for flight and then loosen up for landing.

a winged humanoid who can fly but has weaker legs would probably prefer to take off from a height rather than attempting to jump up into the air.

[seraphimloser]

Wrapping a weighted blanket around you and closing your eyes... It's similar to the sensation of your wings, hiding you, keeping you safe from all the stress..

[meowmeowbeesh]

By what purpose to gain freedom.

Soooo tbh this is the very first fanfic I've ever written so far, with horrible English I think. So everyone please be kind to me!

Original idea by @jelly-606, thank you for the inspiration ❤️

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An Unstable Universe AU where Parrot was imprisoned in paragon. But this time, one of his attempts to escape was using a pair of wings he gained since birth and tried to use them as a resort to escape the place. But somethings don't go as how some please..

Warnings:

Angst, mentions of gore!Blood! And meat slicing, no fluff or comforting, obsessed! Wifies, unhealthy obsession, possessive! Wifies, normal!parrot lmao, traumatized!parrot, both of them acting the same as how they used to on the original videos.

W/C: 4,700.

Idk I don't have any other ideas for warnings but it's generally gore and angst. Enjoy it and give me your thoughts on how to improve it!

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Part 1

Freedom.

Human beings or any creature shall act on a daily basis subconsciously about decisions, by how to live, who to choose as your partner for decades, what next activity to plan to apply. And to be precise fifty percent of the entirety of the living creature’s decisions will stand to go by how they idealized it.

By far how a creature thought of industrious to structure a home. Individuals shall think to gather nutrients, materials, while others shall plan on gazing upon a pale sky to pursue their mentality for further planning for what lies ahead.

However, not all acts will go as whom please or line.

Because this is how fate and doom operate. For at some point you may lose this precious life of yours in a blink of an eye, in a sudden movement of an atom, a shift of a rock, a slip of a foot could all lead you to the end of an individual’s life being.

And this, is a reasonable purpose to think precisely before applying action, its why many live the moment as if it was their last. As if their function to breathe could be the last they take, the bite they swallow shall be the cause of the upwaiting feared demise. But not all grace the life they had or appreciated countless blessings laid upon their grasp.

Which was how, Parrot, got his brain fathoming for the last few days.

Each passing day in paragon didn’t exactly feel like hell, he got everything he needed to live, to nourishment, and to pass time. Yet this actually how Wifies constructed his perfect hell to contain the themed paradise land to spend a lifetime there. It was suffocating to live being surrounded by walls, gigantic massive insane walls that purposed to consume Parrot slowly and convince him there was no need for life-ending decisions in this home, his very own dreamland. A spot that shall never face any upcoming disasters or intruders to wreck down this scenery.

At this point Parrot lost counting days, each passing moment he tried to snatch his way out of this prison. A guard shows up, feather falling, hits upon hits and barely slaughtered by a couple of invisible ones, and escaping plans all get wrecked just to be guarded with higher security levels.

Parrot try to memorize all his failures, trying to calculate what the real matter was. Timing? This is on the list, maybe the gear and tools? That was a straight no because his priority to just break out, no intentions of fighting roamed his head for knowing he shall stand no chance against high specialist fighters who are fully geared and got a way to fly in and out freely.

This was his last key.

Flying out.

That bird hybrid genes were almost serving their purpose recently, because mid-fishing alongside Wifies, he overthought every possibility of him pretty much escaping using his massive wings. After a long period of recycling each failing escaping method, this was the best yet the riskiest way to get him out of here.

So it needed time. By playing along with what Wifies think it’s better for him, to just chill and waste the majority of his days just farming fishing harvesting and doing random parkours  together. It didn’t sound the best but the most peaceful comparing to what they had to face for months and months on end.

He dazed out for a brief period remembering and recalculating for all the long gone failures, but hear a sudden familiar voice snapped him out of the ongoing storm wandering through his head.

“Parrot.” A call of his name to pull him back to reality.

“you’ve been starring at the lake for 17 minutes straight without a single movement, are you good?” Wifies question shows concern, yet it wasn’t for his friend’s mental stability but is to make sure nothing could’ve gone wrong.

“Oh, sorry I was thinking with something for some tim-”

“what were you thinking about?” mid-sentence, wifies cut him off, stabilizing his fishing rod at the rocket he sat on and turning his gaze straight to Parrot’s stoic face.

Wifies maintained a calm gesture, not acting over or underactive, with his cold low stable tone when speaking, even when he seemed worried about what Parrot have been thinking of he still seem to act careless about his friend’s upcoming moves. His eyebags seem to grow bigger and bigger each passing night to Parrot’s noticing. Is he the one who tries to think of an escape at this point or Wifies? That’s concerning.

“I’m feeling bored actually, I was thinking if we shall build some other structures close to the prison’s center. Like I’m supposed to live here with not much things to entertain? Come on bro be for real.”

Despite parrots trials to ease the upcoming tension if he doesn’t come with a convincing reason why he keeps fading out mid any action, Wifies try his best to not believe any or at least most of what comes out of his friend’s mouth. Each said word could be a lie, a scam, or a trap, but he’ll keep playing along.

And like this, neither of the duo believe or trust the other in a mental manipulation game.

Staring at the hybrid creature’s face for a brief second, he eased his tired face with a soft smile and scoffed calmly.

“yeah you’re right my bad, let’s then gather some materials then build something. What do you have on mind?”

“A rollercoaster.”

That was out of nowhere. A childish idea but it doesn’t seem to be harmful.

“Pfft, what are the things would you do with a roller coaster here?” Wifies chuckled, looking back at the lake infront of him.

“ah come on man don’t you laugh at me for this, this place feels so empty already and that’s the first thing that popped up my mind.” Parrot tried to ease any suspicious looks or words that he said by giving… pretty stupid reasons I guess.

Yet this is how an ordinary person shall think of, but neither of these two is ordinary. Wifies tried to put all the possibilities of what Parrot would do with… a rollercoaster? Its odd to request this in a closed spot but what else to do.

“Alright then,” he took the rod out of the narrow rock slit, pulled up the hook off the water, and gathered his stuff already. “let’s do the search for the materials now, probably need a ton of redstone and iron if I could tell.” Wifies huffed while walking in a direction of any cave far away from their beloved safe haven.

“Yeah, pretty sure it will take time.” Parrot murmured with himself more than with wifies.”

“but we got nothing else to do, am I right?” turning his head and looking over his shoulder mid walking, and sending parrot an amused look as if reminding him that there’s no way for him to get out.

“yeah, you’re right.” And both just keep playing dumb.

Days have passed and the construction of the rollercoaster’s rails was over, only some decorations was left to add. Their addition wasn’t really necessary to finish the design, but it was needed to add some aesthetical theme.

Trying it for a few times mid building was needed, but it worked by the first few trials. Both are specialist in mechanics and redstone structural functions so everything behaved well. Specifically roller coaster’s mechanism wasn’t the hardest to cope with or to understand. All what you need is a lineout, materials, a spot, the motivation to work,

And height.

If it wasn’t to push all suspicions around him, he could’ve of just build a watching tower to use as a takeout point, but it would serve no purpose in a vast place devoid of any creature. So to it will put more question marks above him. This wasn’t the best of an idea but the last hope he could think of. For now at least.

It’s probably the one life time Parrot rely on his massive wings to give him the freedom he deserves, the one got stolen out of his grasp in the sake of his safety as how Wifies anticipate in his happy fantasy.

But while examining how their newest project work, Parrot had some thoughts within his mind.

It was obviously draining the both of them, physically and mentally. Wifies have to overprotect Parrot just to trap him here for eternity, and instead of keeping him safe, this was draining Parrot’s energy horribly. Living a calculated life by each step he takes is spiritless. It makes life lose its purpose to explore, to see and to feel the moment. Neither of them want this life. But one think it’s the perfect place to protect the dearest thing he’s got while the other believe nobody deserves to suffer or pay the price of other’s obsession over their safety.

It was a good structure though, function good, a high speed, good looking, everything about it was perfect. And time was spent using it too. Laughs were shared, memories from the past were said mid-journey, everything seemed perfect and harmless.

Until night time finally approached.

The clock clicked on past mid-night, a time prescribed for rest, the cadence of fireflies played a circadian rhythm that purposed to soothe individual to the slumber of dreams. The world stayed completely still, not a single movement of an insect or a shift of any object, except of the breezy atmosphere outside each of their bases.

Parrot started moving amongst shadows, where not a single light flicker was on, only his silhouette ceased to be seen and with high powered eyes. He walked across the window of Wifies’ room, making sure the man was in deep sleep, starring at his still figure for couple of minutes laying asleep in his bed, Parrot went on the go. Fully prepared, gathered all the needed materials to be on the run, this is his last hope to run, the last card he got upon his sleeves to pull.

And if he fail this time, god know what further security measures there will be.

Across each biome, every remarked tree, alongside the shores and seas, all were artificial and were never there in the first place. Just to lure him for a fake nature structure.

A lot of thoughts wandered against his skull. ‘What will happen when I escape? How to hide forever from Wifies? will he start to really kill all my friends if I don’t compile to his orders? What’s the next step from now on?’

‘Will Wifies ever go back to his old self if I convince him to stop?’

Despite his urge and need to be freed and to watch natural sceneries, a little part of Parrot’s heart is willing to stay. Not for the sake of the whole scripted fake life he’s living now, but for having a desperate tiny portion of hope in Wifies that he’ll change at some point from whatsoever is possessing his wits and sanity. Neither of them is still owning their sanity nor there’s a way to keep it up for what approaches them in the close or far fate.

Midst sneaking so no guard shall have a glimpse of him, he finally reached the roller coaster. Or the so called his Takeoff point.

A bag of supplies was needed but it only supplies his hunger and thirst, he got neither a gear or any weapons he could use, only the fishing rod that’s left at his base which shall offer any small assistance if anything could go wrong. And of course, his treasured spyglass.

Despite all the history Wifies and Parrot had, whenever he tries to get rid of it, hesitance stops him from thinking of a way to discard it. It still remarks their history of battles, adventures, mysteries and acquaintance. How could one throw such a trophy that marked all what they went through?

So it stays in the depth of the bag, for now.

Approaching the starting point, he thought of turning it on to reach the highest point of it, but that would be very risky to activate its mechanism and make a hell of noises. But risks must be taken, at least until it lifts him to the top of the rails.

Activating the cart, riding it and waiting for the very perfect moment it reaches the top of the hill, where it is the takeout point for the rollercoaster. But tonight, it was Parrot’s hill to takeoff.

While the cart made its way up the hill, he kept an eye for each corner and direction, concerned that anything could happen. A sneaking outline beneath the structure, a try to sabotage the redstone work, or a sudden darting arrowhead, a possibility of a spear wielder.

He was extremely anxious and worried about this plan, who knows if he fail what Wifies’ next attempt to keep him would be. His locks stuck to his glistening forehead with sweat. Regardless of how breezy and sweetly regular the weather was this night, neither his body nor his mind rested, the possibilities of failure were high, bur his hope was immaculate.

Once the cart stopped at the top of the rails, he landed off, pushing it a little far from his figure, giving him enough space to spread his wings.

The colorful eye-catching alluring feathers did not feel the air amongst them for god knows how much, Parrot feared that if he used them to fly for any reason was even if its for grabbing a hanging apple would ruin everything. Worse case scenario is Wifies building roofs, and so, there is no way to leave.

Long ago his bag was attached to his lower waist, holding it tight so its content shall not fall mid takeoff.

He stood closer to the edge, his tip toes touching the air off the rails’ bridge. Almost throwing himself to finally feel free, to live the actual way he was born to.

Until at the edge of his sight, he noticed a silhouette.

Right on the exact same top point he was on, few meters away from him, maybe three or four meters, stood Wifies, fully geared and prepared for any chances of clashes.

His features were out of any emotions, cold gazing eyes to Parrot’s absolute soul. A stare that could pierce the hardest rock to be ever found.

Parrot’s guts flipped upside down at the scene beside him, he did not dare to look. This is not the Wifies he used to know, Wifies would never give him such a look, not for any reason.

A pretty amount of accidents and traumas shall lead a human being to denial and absolute fantasy within their mind, yet its about the person who they least expect the traumas are caused by them.

Subconsciously, the moment Parrot noticed his friend’s figure, he rapidly jumped off the rails, keeping his wings spread, and finally letting them touch the cold breezy air of the night. It was for a couple of seconds, but parrot never felt this pleased for oh so long.

His abdomen was insanely shivering, not out of coolness, but out of fear. He feared Wifies could capture him with any of his usual tricks to lure Parrot back by any chance, or to harm him using his fully prepared weapons. But now, he can rest assure, he just need to fly a few feet higher so he wouldn’t need to worry about his obsessed hands holding him tight to this cage.

Parrot looked over his shoulder for a brief second, he was already hundreds of feet up.

And there he was, Wifies slipping off the rails and falling down a massive height count.

Parrot held his breath at the sight, his blood ran cold and shivers shook his spine and entire body. This was totally out of the script, why would he jump?? Did he lose his mind in these couple of seconds?? Is keeping me imprisoned here is this important to him??

Without a second thought, Parrot flew immaculately fast back down, into the exact direction where Wifies fell, he thought he wouldn’t make it in time, his chances of surviving are low.

His heart was racing against his chest rapidly and so are his lungs, every muscle every fiber every single blood cell and other functioning cells had only one goal in their transcription at the very moment,

Keep Wifies alive no matter what.

And within the span of five seconds, Wifies almost hitting the ground, looking into the sky, almost accepting his upcoming fate in the next few moments.

As he saw the slightest shine of the moon’s reflection against some line.

Line… a string.

Within a moment of sympathetic motion, he held the hook of the very-likely fishing rood thrown at his direction. Swirling it around his forearm a couple of cycles so it holds him tight.

Parrot thought of the fishing rod immediately at the sight of Wifies falling, this was out of experience. They had many incidents that required him pulling his partner out of troubled moments using this metal string and a hope. And each time, his plan works perfectly.

Parrot’s body shifted slightly at the weight he’s holding with his bare hands. Wifies was not this heavy, but his netherite gear was applying an unbearable load beside the burden of weight he have with his luggage, it was suffocating to keep a decent height off the ground. While Wifies kept a tight grasp around the string and hook.

“Jus-just hold on tight to the hook!! Okay?!” Parrot shouted at the top of his lungs so his former friend could hear him properly mid the air turbulence’s cruelty and its intensity hitting his build.

”Okay!! Okay! just don’t let go no matter what!” Wifies yelled hesitantly, his featured concerned and  washed with fear over the cold expressions he had earlier.

“I won’t, I promise!” as he shifted a little closer to where the obsidian prison tower was. Having a look at it closely made Parrot feel sick, he will just serve his purpose to deliver Wifies safely to the ground.

As he was a few meters closer to ground, ready to drop the rod to leave him down, and as his boots laid on the wet grass.

A sudden strong yank pulled the string, grabbing Parrot violently lower and closer to where Wifies was.

Parrot didn’t get a chance to process what just happened, he was insanely close to where Wifies landed. A part of him didn’t believe what was happening, as the shock of the scam he was dragged into is unbearable. He fell for the oldest trick ever.

‘He definitely had an elytra, he made himself fall on purpose. Why didn’t I think of this, how could he even possibly get this high to where I was if it wasn’t for the elytra and not being noticed???’

Mid thought, Parrot collected himself and tried to yank himself out of this trap by abandoning the already broken rod, trying to stabilize his weight and ascending higher once more. He spread his wings again, and could flutter once with his feathers.

To no avail, he was already too late and slow.

Wifies pulled his own fishing rod in an insane speed, throwing his hook into one of Parrot’s flattering wings. Piercing it with the sharp metal edge of the hook, and this was it.

Parrot flinched at the sudden stabbing pain at his left wing, it was at its upper border, close enough to the stabilizing bone of the entire wing. He was getting pulled more and more, even rapidly and more painfully with each yank Wifies was pulling him lower.

He was really blind, Wifies was the director. The one who comes up whatsoever coming and passing scenario that passed for the past months in this world. He had a back-up plan for the back up. He had members highly trained and specialized in keeping him in, and on all of that, he was smart.

He thought through it well for at least hundreds of times before applying it. That’s probably why his eyebags grew bigger with each cycling day. That’s why there was absolutely not a single guard who roamed over Parrot’s head when he tried to fly away. How could he be so dumb to not notice?

“You realize that when I say something and tell its true, then its true.”

 A violent final pull shifted Parrot fully to the ground at the intensity of the impact. A gasp escaped his mouth when he was face to face with the grass, right next to the massive obsidian wall of the previous prison. Parrot was speechless, breathless, out of pain, exhaustion and fatigue rather than shock of failure.

Wifies then climbed over his back, stabilizing Parrot’s spine with his foot pressing at his lower back, where his pelvis stayed still from the settling pressure.

“And you knew pretty good that,” he grabbed a leather rope out of his supplies’ bag. “if I said you ain’t leaving this place no matter what, then I’m surely keeping you in without a way to leave.”

Parrot’s breathless trials to escape out of Wifies’ grasp were pointless at this point. The only thing he had was to hope he wouldn’t harm him in a madman’s method. Tying his arms tightly that the pressure makes Parrot feel like his hands may explode from the intensity of the knots.

He tried to squirm away, yet trying only made him pull the rope tighter. As he searched for a specific item in his luggage.

“Ugh! W-wait! Wifies, I’m sorry, you were right! I promise I won’t look for any other ways to escape!” he pleaded hopelessly, It was his final resort to skip whatever judgement approached him. Flipping his head over his shoulder, and taking a little peak of what actions Wifies have in his head or hands.

And there, Parrot’s breath stopped. At the sight of a pair of shears in his hand.

His breathing became shallow, pants covering over pants, another failing attempts to pull his way out of Wifies’ grab. His pleads became unclear, pure terror and hesitance rode his every limb and bone. Parrot could not feel any pain anymore or exhaustion, only his survival instincts screaming at every organ within him to make a way for him to get out of here. With a cold blood sending shivers down his entire physique.

He immediately got the idea, Wifies was going to rib off his wings. The dearest thing Parrot held within him, the thing that identified him as who he is now, what marked years and years of events and decisions that all led him to this exact moment.

“Even if it meant to take what is considered as your dearest belonging, my dear Parrot”

The words he spoke were filled with poisonous reassuring and a whispery soothing tone, yet his expressions said the exact opposite. His features were out of any expression, any emotion or any hesitance. He knew this decision will make his friend’s mentality depress deeper from what it is already on now, but all for the sake to protect him. To keep him safe.

As Parrot kept surviving his way out of his grasp, Wifies grabbed the end of the rope to his teeth, pulling it tighter so he could function more swiftly. None of Parrot’s panicking movements was to any avail. As he grabbed the close upper edge of his injured wing, flattening it to start his his promised duty.

And Parrot felt the motion and what was about to be happening in the span of fifteen seconds maximum.

“WAIT, WAIT! I WON’T TRY TO FLY AGAIN!” Parrot looked back behind his shoulder to try and convince Wifies. His face glistening as it reflects the moon’s glow from how much he sweat by the horror he’s living, his hands hard to grab individually if it wasn’t for the multiple tight knots, his whole body was violently quivering as he begged this doesn’t have to take place. His eyes welled with tears at their edges, words of begging and apologizes fell off his mouth relentlessly.

“DON’T DO THIS! PLEASE, Y-YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO ME!”

Wifies just pulled the rope tighter and closed the distance between the shears and the base of his left wing, feeling the friction of the sharp heavy metal against his feathered muscled limb.

Parrot yelled breathlessly, his screams hoarse of how yelling and begging for mercy were tried at their highest limit.

“PLEASE, WIFIES! IM BEGGING YOU!...” and with the last scream his eyes poured the collected tears.

And he started it.

Cutting and shearing the fresh muscles, fibers and feathers little by little.

Parrot’s breath was trapped within his lungs, engraved and refusing to leave. The sharp edging pain swallowed him in despair, feeling each cut and each friction the blade did against each muscle. Each minute was a struggle, each moment and second was agonizing to handle.

As his face was taut, his chocked screams filled the still air, losing track to when one started and how the other ended. It was a continuous gagging on his own cries and saliva, fighting for dear life against the pain.

Pools upon pools of blood spread amongst the grass with the left wing fully torn. Parrot’s screams continued to fill the air, as it dies slowly but ascends again with the shattered senses. Every breath he takes felt like knifes stabbing his lungs deeper. His nerves felt pulled like the tight rope enclosed his grasp.

As Wifies huffed by finishing the first wing, he wiped his sweaty face with his blood filled- bare hand, blood caressed across his left cheek and close to his forehead. He pushed the ripped wing away. Parrot’s body still convoluting harshly against the ground from the burning nerving sensation followed he tearing pain, his cries still not calming down.

“Don’t worry, we’re half way done, you won’t feel it this time.” Not a single empathy showed at his face, just an amused smile laid upon his face with the last sentence dropped.

And so on, he continue on the work.

Flattening the right wing, Wifies swiftly grabbed the shears and started to amputate it with more ease, a marking that he got used to it from the first try.

“Wait! NO PLEAS-“ Parrot’s lungs died in the middle of his cry at the amount of screams and weeps he spent and was fully worn out. Yet another wave of screams and cries filled the air. They seem more intensified now, realizing there’s no way to fix any of this now, nothing will bring his wings back anymore, not a single solution will.

Mid- cutting, Wifies felt that Parrot’s screams are dying little by little until there was nothing but whispered murmurs of pleas and begging for mercy. He froze midst amputating and hurried his bloody hand reached to where his carotid artery was. It still bumped with pulse, he probably couldn’t bear the pain and the insane amount of blood he lost, so he tried to accelerate the duty to give him proper aid and meds.

The full Amputation was over now, the sound of meat cutting was fully done. Parrot’s figure stayed still against the ground as his eyes remained half open when his consciousness drifted away. his back in a horrible state of scattered half cut feathers and leftovers of pulled fibers and meat covering his cloth and the ground, making a trail of blood and muscles following where the wings were pushed.

Wifies pushed his figure upward from Parrot’s back, standing with the bloody shear in his right hand, his left hand pushing his sweaty hair strands off his face, it is covered in blood again now.

Something about this scenery felt wrong for Wifies, wasn’t Parrot supposed to be happier and safer if he stayed here with his Best friend? Now by taking the dearest thing from him, how will things be back to their normal track after this?

He stopped overthinking this as he had other pressed matters to deal with. With a darkened face, erased emotions, long ago- dead emotionless eyes, and not a single ray of the moon’s light lit his face, he looked satisfied with the result of his hard working. This time for real,

“This time for real, you are not leaving this place, Parrot.”

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idk if this blew up i'll make a part two.

thanks for your time! 🩵🩵🩵

[0n3xv5]

bleeding (2026)

reblogs appreciated 👍👍👍