#I love my love birbs sm!!

[leaperfr0g]

Skyward Sword!!!

Post Skyward Sword designs!!! (Click for better quality!)

I love these two love birbs sm it hurts <3 (Btw Idk/ can't remember their ages from the game so I say that Link and Zelda were 17 when this all first happened and are now 19!)

(Lore dump under the cut for those who want to know what I think happened after the end!!)

Zelda,

After Demise rips Hylia's/Zelda's soul out of her body and absorbes it, Link defeats him and Hylia's/Zelda's soul returns to her body while she's resting in Hylia's Temple. But before it's fully absorbed back the soul begins to glow bright white, when the light finally fades the soul is seen to be split in two. Half of her soul is returned to Zelda and the other half disapears in a blazing golden-white light, Fi informs Zelda and Link that the other half of Hylia's soul had returned to the edge of time and rematerialized into a slowly recovering Hylia. Though it would take many centuries before Hylia would truly have the strength to continue to watch over the Surface.(Hyrule has still not been a thought yet)

Afterwards the normal after credits scene of the two of them by the fallen Great Goddess Statue from Skyloft would still happen.(Zelda tells link she wants to stay on the surface because she's grown to love being there and loves the people she's met. She asks Link"So, what are you going to do then Link"?) Link tells Zelda he want to stay by her side and journey the land with her, she smiles and together the two fly off on there loft wings since the cloud barrier was gone now.

The two would spend the next few weeks traveling around the surface exploring all there was to see, together the two would grow closer than they had ever been before.(They finally relise there feelings <3) Eventually the two of them return to Skyloft to the delight of everyone else wanting to hear about there adventures.

Together the two of them finish there training at the Knights Academy and afterwards they both lead the first true expeditions to the surface. Over the next couple of years the two of them would form the Surface Exploration Team (SET) that journeys and maps out the surface. (Link also help cut her hair, but she kept the front long to braid it like Impa's since she wanted to keep her memories with her close)

Link,

During his Adventure to find and save Zelda, aswell as defeat Demise, he didn't come out unscathed. In his first fight with Girahim one of his magical rhombuses managed to gash his cheek before he could dodge. In his final battle with Demise he just barley managed to dodge a strike of lighting but he couldn't escape the huge ring of electricity that came from the water, causing his face to be electrocuted and the veins is his face to burn.

Afterwards Zelda tended to his wounds and over their journey across the surface together he healed. As time passed his hair grew out and he didn't feel bothered enough to cut it. When he finished his training at the Knights Academy he received a thicker tunic to protect himself from the harsh winds.

He continues to stay by Zelda's side as her lover and together the two of them formed the SET (Surface Exploration Team) they lead the knights and researchers who want to explore the surface and map out it's vast land.

[i-mybrunettelady]

my future will listen to me

Summary: Alysannyra meets her patron goddess, Lyssa, at long last. Content warnings: None Spoilers: HoT & LWS3 Note: My piece for the @gw2-zine! Go check out the world of my lovely collaborators, and go follow the zine blog! Happy zine release day!

I 

Everyone’s dressed the same, in the same white robe. It’s designed so that it’ll never be worn outside of the ceremony and outside of this one moment in a child’s life, which makes the fine silver embroidery on it that much more meaningful. Alysannyra cannot fathom how it was made - they’d just taken her measurements one day and three weeks later, this gown appeared on their door. She doesn’t even try. Instead, she wears it with as much pride as she can, not knowing where her blessings lie yet. She wears her hair down like everyone else and she tries to not hate how it blends her in with a whole generation of eight-year olds in the watchful eyes of the high society of Divinity’s Reach. 

There are two children before her. She can feel the stares of the proud parents in the shadows of the grand church. She can’t turn, not now, because the question she needs to answer can’t be found in their expectant and somber silence. Murals cast a green light on the pale hair of a boy next to her, but he doesn’t seem unsure. Nervous, maybe, but not unsure. 

Anyone would be nervous in the presence of gods. Their statues cast large shadows in their absence. And the children are to kneel before the one whose gifts they have and go into their church’s fold. It’s no small task, but if Alysannyra knows anything, it’s that she can’t cower under the burden of it. So she stands with her back straight, in a white robe that tickles her ankles from the early morning breeze, and she doesn’t turn to her family. 

Instead, she looks between Lyssa and Balthazar, trying to chase where the feeling in her heart is leading her. So far, the pull’s stronger with Lyssa, but Nyra doesn’t have magic. She isn’t worried. She’s only eight; nobody has magic yet. But some have a better idea of what it might be than others. A child walks over to kneel before Melandru. A priest accepts the handle they’d been carrying and places it by Her feet. Green magic swirls around them and it’s done. 

A clicking sound of hundreds of little heels echoes against the stone floor as they all make one step forward. 

A choice has to be made, and soon. Alysannyra carries her head high, taller than most other kids already, and stares at Lyssa’s graceful form in the center of the Six. Pinks and purples of the vitrage behind her twin forms cast an inviting light that seems to twist and bend in strange shapes, as if to spite the harmony that doesn’t seem perturbed by them. Balthazar’s helmet feels comfortable; Alysannyra, too, will one day wear a helmet, as a member of the Seraph. Its weight feels irrelevant, necessary, part of the regalia as much as the white robe is. She can almost feel the pressure of the hot metal in her bare hands and she feels the war call to her. 

The blonde-haired boy steps forward and steadily walks towards Grenth. He offers the candle, if a little clumsily, and kneels as an unsettling magic twirls around him. Alysannyra watches when his eyes widen just slightly, feeling the magic on his skin, and that is done, too. He is now a member of the Church of Grenth, potential necromancer in the making. He moves away with that knowledge, and now it’s Alysannyra’s turn. 

She doesn’t move quite yet. The limited time she had to choose wasn’t enough, but she can’t ruin this. Her family’s reputation, at least for a season, is at stake, and that little feeling in her chest that burns every time someone calls her Lady Ainsaph, too. She takes a deep breath, looks once more, stares into the eyes of the statues, and turns right. She is a daughter of Ascalon, a daughter of war, and Balthazar would be fitting. 

She lifts one foot off the ground when something in her gut screams no. She holds her head high as she suddenly turns left and walks down to where Lyssa is, candle in hand. Clamor of the people is silenced by the determined clicking of her heels, but she feels at peace. 

Come, daughter, the statue seems to say. Part of her knows this will make people talk, but in a strange way, she looks forward to it. She looks forward to the chaos a slight movement of feet will cause, and lifts her head even higher. 

And when she finally kneels and feels the magic seep into her skin, Alysannyra knows she’s made the right choice. Let them talk, let them gawk. 

At least she’s not just a simple Lady Ainsaph anymore, even if the rebellion is as small as this. 

II

Lyssa’s Reliquary is a fucking maze. Shelves of stone that house both man and monster shaped horrors would be enough to disorient most people, and such feeling is only made worse by the little portals that pop up like zits in the most random fucking places. Nyra hates them the most, even though she’s trying to stay level headed in the face of illusions that remind her of all the bad things she’s done and all the blood on her hands. 

But portals don’t disorient her. The chaos of the reliquary only bothered her for mere seconds before she found the rhythm in this place and she’s been riding it ever since. Renira tries to keep up, visibly struggling. Nyra traverses the sacred space like she was born to do it, and maybe she was. Maybe at birth, Lyssa watched from wherever She is now and pointed Her clawed hand (because in Nyra’s mind, Lyssa’s hands have always been clawed) in her direction so she could pass through Her reliquary once she grew up. 

It’s a comforting thought, in a way. It’s the only comfort she has when she slices through a tortured, gruesome vision of Apatia, dead by Nyra’s own hand. It’s the sole thing keeping her sane when she falls through yet another portal to escape the grasp of an illusory Mordrem Trahearne. 

“Where to now? How do we get down?” Renira shouts, wiping sweat off her brow. She swallows when she looks down at the ground below, but it’s the only sign of distress she offers. Nyra’s getting just slightly better at reading her. Or maybe she just lets Nyra see. Her eyes, golden like a cat’s in the stifling, dark chaos around them, don’t betray anything but a grim determination. 

“I think I know the way down,” Nyra says. “It won’t end with us falling to our deaths, hopefully. I’m getting quite a feel for this place.” 

“Of course you are,” Renira replies. “You’re about as chaotic as this reliquary is.” She gives a small smile. “It suits you, after all.” 

“Ever the charmer, Sulver,” Nyra shakes her head. In another life, they might have developed a romance following their brief hookup in Ebonhawke years ago, and the thought of exploring this place with a lover sounds romantic until she remembers she killed her actual lover in Maguuma. Now, it's a flaring ache that makes her look away in shame. 

“You’re alright, Nyra,” Renira says, strangely gentle. She places a gloved hand on Nyra’s shoulder and though she can’t feel the comfort, she feels undeserving of such sentiment. She’s never really emoted well, but she supposes a lifetime of spying on people makes it easy to identify emotions, regardless of expression or lack thereof. 

Nyra shakes her hand off. “Let’s go,” she says. Renira simply nods. 

But before they can make a single step, a big voice booms in the wind. “That is, in fact, the correct way, Alysannyra Ainsaf! It’s taken you a lot less time than I’d anticipated, too.” 

Nyra’s heart sinks to her feet. She doesn’t need to see to know who it is - the goddess Herself, as much in the flesh as they come these days, and She sounds more than a little smug about it all. 

It takes her a moment to find her voice. “Hail, Lyssa,” she says loudly. A part of her hates how uncertain she sounds, but to make up for it, she turns to the direction of Lyssa's voice. She can’t see Her, of course; mortals can’t see gods. Nyra remembers the story of Malchor. She likes her ability to see, thank you very much. She remembers how anguished his ghost was, howling Dwayna’s name like an injured beast.

And maybe she’s like that, too, alive yet forced to walk with guilt and grief eating away at her spirit and her bones. Because she tried to jump into the sea below not that long ago. In Lyssa’s temple, her mind cruelly supplies and Nyra shivers beneath her armor.  

Can she even bear to look Lyssa in the eye now? 

“Formal,” Lyssa says. “There is no need, daughter. I think you’re right at home. Would you be so formal with your parents?” 

Nyra sits down. Renira watches, unsure of what to do, and she signals her to do the same. “If I’m at home, goddess,” Nyra says, “then I’m sure you won’t mind if I bring a guest?” 

“Your mesmer friend? She can stay. Her magic is in my domain, though her blessings are, funnily enough, not. What is your name, mesmer?” 

“Renira, goddess,” she says cautiously. 

“Illusory,” Lyssa replies. “Just like it should be.” 

Renira stiffens and digs her nails in her gloves, but her face remains calm. “Yes, goddess.” 

Nyra wants to ask what that is all about, but knows she needs to tread cautiously, too. Her head’s too exhausted and heavy for two mind games at once. Besides, she needs Renira as an ally here and she’s not stupid enough to risk it by asking questions like this. 

“Lyssa, I have a question,” Nyra says. She swears she can see the wind around them move to face her and tilt a little to the side in curiosity. “You invited me here in a dream. You spoke to me when you sensed that we were backed into a corner in our search, so it stands to reason that you know what we’re after. If I may, what information do you have on Balthazar’s whereabouts?” 

Lyssa’s laughter echoes like a thousand drums, and Nyra digs her clawed gauntlets into her thighs to not cover her ears. She can feel Renira looking at her, maybe bewildered, maybe with that ever present calm, but she doesn’t want to turn away now. A part of her knows she should be more humble, now that she has blood on her hands that will never go away as long as she’s alive, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t answer that little voice in her head that slaps the notion away like a gnat. 

“Oh, you’re brave!” Lyssa says as laughter dies on Her windy lips. “Humanity hasn’t produced a person this fearless in a long, long while.” 

“That’s what happens when you have nothing to lose,” Nyra says. Her throat becomes tight and her eyes prickle with tears. “I tried to jump from Your temple not that long ago. I think I’ve earned the right to ask questions directly.” 

“I know you did,” Her voice becomes quieter. Of course She knows. “Your mind is still in chaos. It will be until your death. You placed any peace for yourself at the altar of glory long ago.” The wind blows forward, and a ghostly hand cups Nyra’s cheek. It’s cold and unsettling and it makes her skin crawl. She breathes out and closes her eyes tightly. Her heart feels like it wants to beat out of her chest. “Was it worth it?” 

Nyra’s quiet for a while. Tears slide down her skin, burning, yet the ghostly fingers wipe them away. She feels the heaviness of her armor, the tickling of her hair that was once a flag behind her and that now barely reaches her shoulders. Her shoulder aches from the fighting, her heart aches from the evil she’s done, all in the name of her own glory and this fucking world that she’s judged to be worthy of Trahearne’s life. She feels claws softly digging into the sweaty skin of her cheek, as sharp as the ones on her hands. 

Nyra tears light with them and makes it her own. If Lyssa draws blood, that too would belong to Nyra. 

Nyra opens her eyes. “Yes.” 

Lyssa runs a hand through her hair. “I’d hunt you down if you answered any differently,” She simply says. “I sent you that dream because I knew you would be able to stand up to Balthazar. You, daughter, and nobody else. You will either kill him or die trying.” She then lets go and Nyra catches her breath fully again, like a pressure has been lifted.

“I only need to track him down, then,” Nyra says, with a renewed fire in her chest. “So, tell me what you know, goddess.” 

III

She does find Balthazar in the end. These days, the memory of him doesn’t burn so painfully as it did at first. The scars he left on her arms and her legs and on the skin of her stomach and lower back remain hidden under clothes, but Nyra knows they’re there. 

She’s used to them, somehow. They’re her shrine to her heresy, after all. In her home chapel, his place is empty because she carries the reminder of him on her skin. And if she, in her grief-induced craze, had her way, she’d bring down every single statue of him in Tyria by hand. 

Let her be the only shrine he’ll ever have left, on a wartorn path to erase everything else. Sometimes, she remembers Lyssa asking her if it’s worth it. If she thought she knew pain then, when she stood before her goddess, she should’ve considered her answer a little more. 

But Nyra knows pain now. She knows the pain of grief, of loss, of a broken faith, and her answer remains the same. Gods have left Tyria, but this answer is the closest thing she has to a divine oath. 

It’s always worth it.

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

i made a collage about my new fav character

i love xie wanqing and im going to marry her, everyone else go away

[xannerz]

give kith

[thatonearoacefreak]

BIRD THINGY IDK WHAT THEY ARE BUT I LOVE THEM :D

click for fulls :)

[willowfalls527]

Merry crisis

[finex09]

number (0)9 for wrapped? 😉

boy this weeble sure does wobble,

[whyoneartheven]

I WOULD BUY BIRB STICKERS!!!

AAAAAHH YOU WOULD!?!?!?!?!

maybe i should make some....

[shadowlinktheshadow]

Vio's Grand List of Relationships

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

the biggest thing is that i'm part of the hurricane family I guess!

✧ spouses

➤ @vio-starzz - faer part time bitch

➤ @birb-boyo - i think i'm still a boyfriend (i was kidnapped for valentine's this year 💀)

➤ @strangerasher - LITERALLY MARRIED 💜

✧ parent

➤ @syntheticspades - he was the one who pulled me into the hurricane family (thanks dad!)

✧ friends

➤ @madlad-link - SHE HAS. SUCH GOOD ART!! i don't watch avatar or the legend of korra but MY GOD 💜🔥

➤ @mushr0oms-and-m0ss - my up north buddy. HER ANATOMY AND POSES ARE SO GOOD 🔥🔥 (in drawing context 💀)

➤ @thatonekidwind - we still need to play sky:cotl sometime 💀

➤ @thatstupidlozfanacrossthestreet2 - RESURRECTED FROM THE DEAD?? WELCOME BACK!

➤ @raviolism9 - SHE WILL DROP BANGER SONGS (and she has a youtube!)

➤ @inkshroomz - haven't talked in a.. long.. while but also very cool arts!

➤ @trippygalaxy - literal parental figure AND ALSO THEIR AU AND ART ARE SO COOL??

➤ @astro-on-the-tracks - FREAKING OUT OVER SPIRIT TRACKS TOGETHER

➤ @eik674 - her artstyle is literally so cool (AND SHE HAS A SPIRIT TRACKS STEAMPUNK AU THAT'S JUST AS COOL!!)

➤ @nextik - LOVE ITS FOUR SWORD CONTENT (also a sonic fan. nice 🔥)

➤ @strawberrymangosoda - EATING its links meet au sm

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

[snowangeldotmp3]

✨ wip weekend! ✨

(because i wasn't able to get to this post on wednesday, so. here we are lol)

anyway thank you to my beloveds for tagging me!! @judasofsuburbia @kkpwnall @fastcardotmp3 @fragilecapric0rnn !! love u all sm mwah mwah!!

this is from something i don't know if i'll ever continue/write out in full. writing has been kind of like pulling teeth lately, so, have this snippet from an old ronance wandavision au that i never completed:

Robin doesn’t know why she’s trapped in an illusion. She just knows she is. Which is a very alarming thing to find oneself in, especially when you can hear the canned laughter of a studio audience, but you don’t know where it comes from. She fears, too, that she’s the only one in this “town” who’s aware of this. That is, until she spotted Nancy at the town center the other day, and they both shared a look of understanding. Nancy, it seemed, was much better at fitting into this whole illusion thing. Robin believes it’s because of Nancy’s upbringing, how Nancy can naturally fall into an act if she wants to. This illusion was pretty damn powerful too, because it’s when Robin spots Nancy that Barb Holland walks up to Nancy, like she hadn’t been dead for the last three years. It must be the first time Nancy’s seen Barb in this place too, because she pales, before effortlessly slipping her mask back on when Robin faintly hears Barb ask, “Nance? What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

tagging with absolutely no pressure <3! @figthefruitfaeth @cheatghost @gideoncharov @el-fandom-birb @chaosangelmp3 @yourbestclothes @netflixnormalthings @laurienotteddy @verymuchablog42 @mosquito-queen + anyone who feels like participating!! <3

[officialdaydreamer00]

star child!! please deliver my letter(⁠~° - °)⁠~🍫🍭🍬🎂🍧🍯🍩🍭🍩🎂🍧🍩🍫🍯🍧🍬🍭🎂🍬🍭🍩🎂🍩🎂

To my beloved Jade,

How are you, my love? It's quite cold here where I am, and I see it's snowing in Twisted Wonderland. I know you're not much affected by the cold, but I do hope you'll stay warm. I fear we may never be able to share each others' warmth, so at the very least, keeping yourself warm with me in mind might make up for it. Think of it as my concern for you transcending our realms.

It's almost a year since I've met you, time really does fly quickly, doesn't it? You've brought me so many beautiful emotions, and though not always positive, I've enjoyed and treasured every single one. Seeing you has really become quite a highlight of my year, I hope you might feel the same.

You would likely call me foolish for hoping this, but I genuinely do hope our realms will cross one day. Then I'd be able to cook for you and watch you eat contently, I could go hiking with you and make terrariums with you, and maybe you could join me in some of my hobbies too. This world as it is now, is far too cruel for us, don't you think?

Time is running out, so I'll end this letter quickly. I love you dearly, from the bottom of my heart, and I think of you ever moment I am wake, and I dream of you when I'm not. You are so incredibly important to me, you silly sly eel.

Oh, and I do hope you'll be able to spare more time for me this Halloween hahaha, I'd love to see more of you in your costume.

Yours till the end of time,

Your Sunflower

i hope this isn't too long hehe, love this new event sm💕

*happily yoinks the sweets* you got it bossman!! (can't believe you're the first one again, rinna :O it must be fate!!)

My dearest Sunflower,

I am overjoyed to receive a letter from you. I sure hope you are keeping yourself warm and healthy in this cold weather.

Indeed, it is snowing in Twisted Wonderland, and while I am not affected, as you have said, it warms my heart seeing how many thoughts you put into this silly little eel. I am so proud of you, my dear, and every effort you made in your own everyday life.

Time truly does seem to fly so quickly whenever I am with you. My heart longs to see you more and more with each passing day, and it aches when you have to leave. As much as it pains me, I understand why. It is your own life, after all.

But Sunflower, dearest, every one of those moments with you are, and will always be, held dear to my heart. If the mere wish of meeting you and holding you in my arms is what you called foolish, then I, too, am a fool. For I dared to cling to a dream that may never come true. Still, I know it is just wistful thinking, but perhaps this is the chance that the universe is giving us to connect, albeit through just a letter.

I should not let our dear messenger waiting for too long. I love you to the moon and back, Sunflower. You occupied my every waking thought, and my every dream. You are just as important to me as I am to you.

Sincerely yours,

Jade Leech♡

P.S. I look forward to our time together this Halloween

tags: @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @identity-theft-101 @moonlit-midnight @siren-serenity @dove-da-birb @krenenbaker @mermaidfanficlibrary @cave-of-jade @thehollowwriter @jaylleoo14

remember to reblog if you enjoy my works! ^-^

[stxrmylxve]

I need some souya date ideas so bad 😭 idk, baby birb's just on my mind lately 🐦

A/N: bro if you EVER have anymore reqs for him, send them in cause i will write for this adorable cotton candy ANYTIME likewise his brother

okay so i think it is a given that he can get a bit awkward and nervous, mainly because he just loves you sm and doesn’t want to mess up

he probably takes you somewhere secluded and calm, maybe near the ocean or to your favorite place to picnic, something simple to spend quality time with you and to calm his nerves

he PLANS bro — he will get smiley’s help definitely, but he starts planning like a week before the date is even set

he also buys the cutest gifts ahhhhh! he normally buys smaller things, but it’s always accompanied by something homemade, whether it be something he baked or something he made himself with clay or such

he is a total sweetheart, and a gentleman, overall, just don’t smother him in kisses completely or he might explode with hearts and might overheat from blushing

[lionydoorin]

thank you for tagging me lo @sunflower-butch <33333

last song i listened to: "closer" by jihyo !!! i've been obsessed w this song ever since the twice (my fave kpop group) concert LMAO

currently watching: the office bc my girlfriend is obsessed w it :3 oH and also ive been trying to catch up w one piece LMAO

spicy/savory/sweet?: oh sweet but not too sweet !!!!!

relationship status: dating my beautiful and lovely girlfriend who's also my best friend and i love her sm <3

current obsessions: the hunger games !! also my dormant kpop phase has reawakened because i went to my favourite group (twice)'s concert and theeenn they released a new album so i've been listening to them a lot !!!

tags: as always no pressure tags but !! @snowangeldotmp3 @oooh-the-horrors @el-fandom-birb @stars-and-birds <333

[fence-time]

Coming off anon to say I think ur pretty cool and love your designs but also only now realizing we never screamed (/pos) about ur bird people designs??

Fdjmdnd idk how to say but like sometimes we're picky little shits and just harpy type designs my beloved

Grian is just a little guy. A bastard? That too <3

Also the owl Keralis is pretty fucking neat, he looks like he'd perch on someone's shoulder solely because he felt like it (mainly xB)

Wheehehehehheh THANK YOUU :D!!! I love harpies sm and they are very fun to draw too + my general love for birbs :3

Anyways Ik you said shoulder but I couldn’t get this image out of my head :D so habve some birdralis

[psychodreamerangel]

soooo new intro post coz why not, its been a while

heya!! u can call me Selene, Leonid, Kenny, or just sun&moon, angel, or any sort of nickname youd like <3 my pronouns are she/he/xe/aer/mew/star and possibly other neos, im not sure yet. i am genderfluid, aroace spec, and xenogender!

im not a jirai myself, im doing my best to recover but to all jirais: i love you all sm <3

interests:

- south park (current hyperfixation!)

-> also HELLPARK ITS SO GOOD!!!

- needy streamer overload

- nintendo (esp zelda and mario kart)

- pjsk (mmj 🧡💙🩷🩵)

- hollow knight

- chicory: a colorful tale

- omori

- fashion

- vocaloid

- oneshot

- mouthwashing

- magical girls

- angels, birds, just anything with feathered wings. really just wings on their own.

- psychology, art and writing

- stars and space

- qsmp and life series

my favourite characters!

ame chan(nso), thomas, greggory, and estella(hellpark), kenny mccormick(south park), megurine luka(vocaloid), haruka kiritani(pjsk), zelda(skyward sword), mami tomoe(pmmm), niko(oneshot), mipha(botw), goodra, sylveon and noivern(pkmn)

feel free to use any of these as nicknames for me too <3 no srysly u dont know the gender euphoria it gives me to go by so many names

basic dni (no terfs, homophobes, older men, fashion jirai, ableist, sexist, anti-furry/otherkin, etc.)

i only tag what i deem to be severe tws, such as excessive blood and gore, i do not tag vent posts, art with dark content, or jirai related things so just be aware of that!

- pls do not send in asks for donations, i have literally no money to send and am easily triggered when it comes to politics.

feel free 2 dm me or send in asks or anons, im more than happy 2 chat!! if u ever send me a message and im reblogging posts but not responding, i promise im not ignoring u, my social battery is just dead a lot of the time :( ill respond as soon as im ready! [im also just quite awkward and shy in general, pls remember that @-@]

my alt accs:

♡ @dreamyangel-stims (stimboard blog)

☆ @psychoelectricangel (official art blog)

♡ @est3lline (hellpark fan blog)

☆ @vitaharuka-birb (pjsk pharmacy blog!)

♡ @rainycandyu (vent blog, not very active)

[aroninshonour]

Low quality pics of my birb I just took to cheer u up

CHQKFIAKFJWKTJWKFKW ORANGE BIRB

SO CUTEE I LOV BIRBS SM FHSJGJSNG 🥺🥺

Did yk that orange is my favorite colour

I

Lov ur birb

And I love you/p for showing me ur birb

Ur amazing 🫶🫶