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#I am a jay Ferin kisser
keysinthecouch · 4 months
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Guys here have a “Keys’ Jrwi Hc Post”
MINOR SPOILERS MAYBE? I DONT REMEMBER… UH… JUST PROCEED WITH CAUTION SIGHS… (nothing after 108 is mentioned in pretty sure)
Jay has wings plz plz plz you have to understand
Gillion calls her “Bluejay” when he learns about the other types of birds
Chip is absolutely Poc and I refuse to believe otherwise
Sometimes Gillion forgets that he breathes from his lungs, not gills, and has episodes where he physically forgets to breathe
But that’s okay bc his girlfriend and his boyfriend are here to soothe and help him get back on track
Which leads to my next point, Poly Pirates :3
Chip helps Jay preen her wings bc she can’t stand the feeling of them when they aren’t clean
Gillion HAS to wash Jays hair after she’s been working for awhile bc if he doesn’t he will not forget it
Gillion calls both chip and jay pookie and Snookums (obviously chip but jay as well)
Gillion might’ve exploded if he saw chip go through the nightmares any longer
If the nightmares went on any longer, Gillion would’ve started to exhaust himself to be there for chip when he woke up in cold sweats .
They all do each others hair, they all grow it out purely bc they wanted to give the other two smt to do
Jay and Chip read if you give a fish a family still sometimes
Jay is chubby :3 (just like me fr)
Gillion has no idea what eggnog is, but chip would totally trick him into drinking some (just. Yk. Without mentioning the egg part.)
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red-might-be-dead · 5 months
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we all know about the chip kissers okay? we all know who they are, right? but what about the JAY kissers? can we get some jay ferin smoochers up in here?
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keysinthecouch · 3 months
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Sometimes I miss you - A poem of Jay Ferin.
Sometimes I miss you.
I know you were bad.
I know that every minute I spent loving you was another moment I spent hating myself.
I know that in terms of people you care about
I wasn’t one of them.
Ava was.
I know that I wasn't your favorite daughter.
Ava was.
I know that you would’ve comforted Ava if I died.
But I wasn’t the one who died.
Ava was.
I turn to a path you hate.
Because then maybe you would care.
Maybe you’d mourn me.
Maybe you’d mourn the little girl that died when her doll did.
Maybe you’d mourn the version of me that died with Ava.
Maybe you’d mourn.
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keysinthecouch · 4 months
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Did you guys know I have a Jay Ferin playlist on Spotify that has like 18 saves and I have no idea why? But anyway it’s titled : “ Jay Ferin Playlist: The Child to the Navy, But the Daughter of the Sea” if ur interested
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keysinthecouch · 4 months
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I feel like feeding you so here’s a part of my little jay fic!!! This part is literally just her getting her wings (that she def has) preened :3
The day had been long, and Jay had been flying, free as can be. The only issue was, the muck from the city they were in was collecting in her wings. She could feel the build up, grumbling as it only got worse. When she landed on the ship, she ruffled her wings and grumbled the rest of the day, wishing it would just go away. That night, as Gillion trained on the call with Caspian, Jay sat in her hammock, reading a book, and every time her wings would ruffle she’d whine. Chip is stupid, but he’s not blind. (Not entirely true, he’s run into the wall a few times.) He looked over to her, concerned.
“Jay you look terrible. And you’ve been sort of.. Upset all day.” He hummed, slowly getting closer to her. She looked up from her book.
“I’m fine, Chip. I promise!” She gave him a weak smile. Chip raised an eyebrow.
“You sure? Because I saw you grumbling all day.” He remarked.
“... My wings are just bothering me a bit, thats all.” she shrugged it off, immediately whining.
“Oh yeah? Is it ok if you let me see your wings?” He stood before her, waiting for a response. When she nodded, Chip walked behind her, sitting on the hammock, and gently touching her feathers. She shifted away, not liking the touch.
“Look, I can’t help you if I can’t touch your wings..” Chip sighed, pulling his hands away.
“.. Fine. Just.. Please be careful..” Jay mumbled. She relaxed while Chip gently plucked feathers from her wings. After a bit she stopped whining, really just letting go of the tense feeling in her back. Chips calloused hands were so gentle with her, like she was something so delicate and breakable.
She needed those hands to hold hers.
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