Tallow info (willing to change above pic and below info if needed, to further match species if I’m off anywhere. Thank you for this species, @mapleleavesart!)
He also goes by Tally, but that’s more for close friends/relatives
Based lightly on Golden-collared macaw, if the colors were inverted lol
Flight instructor, specifically for maneuvers since his wings are smaller.
He does wear a lot of beaded jewelry, but all of it is made of soft wood he carved in his free time. If colored, it’s usually by some dye he’s paid for. Though, since it’s a soft wood and he’s not particularly good at carving, his beads often break off and he’s left with string.
He wishes there was more blue in his feathers, since blue is his favorite color, so he almost exclusively wears blue clothes. If it’s not blue, he doesn’t want it.
He was named tallow because he had a lot more of that light yellow in his feathers when he was younger, then darker greens moved in.
He LOVES the way his crest looks. If you compliment it he might get annoying about it, too. Compliment beggar, I tell you.
If he takes a mate, he generally prefers other males. Otherwise, he won’t take a mate. He is fond of children, though. Hence, being a teacher.
Third circle and happy enough, isn’t looking to leave the third circle. (Though he wouldn’t complain if a tall, gorgeous, amazing 2nd circle harpy swept him off his feet /j )
His feathers are very ruffled and he has a hard time keeping them flat.
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This was an insane thing for me to find out in the wild. Also love the fact that I never ONCE mentioned that I was referring to harpies WHEEZE out of context this post looks so weird
if the chara and trope thing is still open ... for a lil thing
can i maaaaaybe ask for a lil thing w atsumu and mutual pining or idiots to lovers LOL
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“oh my god, look at your hair!”
atsumu’s gaze follows your finger to where it eagerly points at a photo in your old school yearbook. after visiting his childhood home and finding the artifact practically shoved under his mattress, the two of you have spent the last hour giggling at all of the embarrassing old pictures from your teenage years.
he scoffs at the humor laced in your voice, the one that’s poking fun at his messy dark brown mop from middle school.
“oh please, that’s ‘samu,” he deflects.
but growing up with the pair, you know better. he can’t fool you that easily.
“no it's not,” you scold before cooing back at the little ‘tsumu in the picture, “look how cute you look.”
and at the compliment, atsumu directs his attention back to the book, turning it slightly his way to get a better look at the photo. “cute? lemme see that, oh yeah, that’s me. definitely me.”
a light slap is felt against his shoulder and god, he wants you to touch him again. you'd think he would’ve gotten over this by now—the giddy high he gets every time your skin brushes against his. but here he is, grown and successful and yet still putty in your soft, unknowing hands.
he points to a candid photograph of you in the cafeteria.
“you always wore those stupid shoes,” he notes, eyeing the big clunky white sneakers that made you about three inches taller. he remembers liking how they made you eye level with him.
you hum, remembering how you’d practically worn the pair into the ground. “they were it back then.”
atsumu looks in the background of the photo to find his younger self sitting a few rows behind you, and while hidden by the camera’s blur, he knows he’s looking at you. he’s always looking at you, stupid shoes or not.
“can i tell you a secret?” he almost whispers, and it’s unsettling how out of character it is for him.
with a nervous laugh, you nod. atsumu smiles to himself before returning his attention back to the photo.
“i had the biggest crush on you in high school.”
you snort, and while it's not the exact reaction he wanted, you’re smiling so he’ll take it.
“yeah right,” you don't believe his confession for a second so he whines.
“m’serious.”
and at his sincerity, your laughter fades and your eyes grow like saucers in disbelief. you’re looking at him like he has three heads, like he’s fourteen again and has that atrocious haircut back on his head.
“you’re lying,” you try to call his bluff, but his smile grows even wider.
“imma lot of things,” he shakes his head at your amusement, “but a liar isn’t one of ‘em.”
“you had a crush on me?”
he watches as excitement slowly brews in your veins while you practically bounce with the need to know more.
“the biggest crush,” he corrects with a knowing finger in your face. you swat it away as your tongue prods against your cheek in a grin.
“so you're telling me that i could’ve bagged the atsumu miya.”
you still can, his heart aches. you always can. because it's the truth. he could be halfway across the world doing god knows what with god knows who, and he’d come home to you in a second if you so much as asked.
but he can’t say that, because you're his friend. so he does what he does best, and he deflects.
“m’just saying! you were funny and pretty,” his voice drifts as the sentence goes on, and you’d think he was being sincere if he didn't suddenly perk up with a sarcastic, “and you gave me your homework sometimes.”
your eyes fall to the way his cupid’s bow bobs as he laughs. it makes you feel sixteen again, having a crush on your best friend and wanting to kiss the smug smile off of his stupid face.
but you can't, because he’s your friend. so you bite your tongue and passively let the moment falter.
“yeah,” you scoff, “i’m the reason you passed geometry.”
“and look at me now,” his head plops onto your shoulder in pride, “a genius.”
your eyes fall back on the photo. atsumu doesn't know if you see him in the background, but he hopes you feel him, hopes you know he was there.
“i never would’ve known,” you whisper carefully. “i mean, you act the same way now that you did back then.”
exactly, atsumu wants to scream, because i still want you. i’m always going to want you.
he can practically feel the weight of the words balancing on the tip of his tongue. he can say them, he’s sure of it. he's older now—stronger, more mature, and actually capable of being a man worthy of you.
he opens his mouth to speak, and just as he does, your head turns and your eyes meet his. and feeling like the little boy in the picture, atsumu cowers.
“maybe i should add acting to my long list of talents.”
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i love having friends w/ OCs bc it means when a character with their OC's name shows up in one of my games i can tell them stuff like "Gabi got attacked by a wolf today" with no context
