Icarus

flightless avian | writer | baker | professional overthinker trying to be brave, trying to be kind Wollemi pine island’s least organized bird

[wollemisbirdbrain]

hi

i don’t really know how this works yet so if I do something wrong please ignore it

i’m Icarus. I live on Wollemi Pine Island. I bake sometimes and write a lot and apparently overthink professionally now

I don’t know why I made this blog but I’m here now so um

you can ask me questions if you want

just don’t be weird about it.

☀️🪶

Note: This blog is run by the person who actually plays Icarus on the Wollemi Smp. This blog is not canon to the actual universe .

Please don’t be weird or creepy , have fun!

[wollemisbirdbrain]

There are colours I used to overlook. Forest greens. Soft Auburn. The kind of warmth that lingers long after someone leaves.

[wollemisbirdbrain]

But you could have a cookie if you go into the jar

I’m sorry it’s still no, I just don’t

do well in small cramped spaces at all. Plus I’m allergic to cookies , chocolate chip ones at least

[wollemisbirdbrain]

I’ll give you a treat if you go into this jar -> 🫙

No thank you! I do not like small spaces

[wollemisbirdbrain]

it's funny how one person can become part of your routine without you noticing

you start expecting to see them.

then one day they aren't where you thought they'd be and suddenly your home feels different

[wollemisbirdbrain]

if you had to describe love in a few words, how would you?

- Takumi "Coral" Solis

@bubblegills

First of all, Hi Coral!!!

Secondly,why are you asking me this. this feels like a trick question

But anyway,to me love is different depending on who it’s for.

like family love is just being stuck together in a way that somehow still feels safe. it’s loud sometimes but it doesn’t go away

friend love is easier. it’s laughing over nothing, sharing food, sitting in silence without it being weird. it’s knowing someone is there and not having to question it

and then there’s whatever the other thing is

the thing where someone says your name and you pay attention even if you were doing something important. the thing where you remember random details about them without meaning to. the thing where they’re just standing there and suddenly the world feels a bit too bright and you don’t know why

not that I know anything about that. obviously

anyway,

love is basically just caring about people in different intensities and pretending it’s simple when it really isn’t. It’s complicated and can be messy but it’s safe , and warm.