#birdie replies

[birdietrait]

Birdie! Hey friend! SO! I saw an ask you got about your CAS pics and I was wondering: with your swre settings at 3000x3000 how are you able to move the little orb around with relight? Anytime I go big with swre I can't see the orb controls. So I adjust the orb in a smaller window and then cross my fingers and hope for the best when I go bigger. Am I missing something? My play the game in windowed fullscreen if that helps.

hi cin!! i'm not sure if it would work the same in windowed fullscreen since i do this in windowed mode but here's what i do :))

step 1: open swre as usual and click remove borders and fake fullscreen

step 2: go back to ts4 and open up the reshade settings, adjust the relight orbs

step 3: click the windows key to open srwe from the taskbar, set to 3000 x 3000 (or whatever your preferred settings are)

step 4: minimize srwe and take your screenshots

step 5: if you want a close-up or different angle, open srwe again, click taskbar mode, adjust what you need in ts4 and relight, then go back to step 1 :))

[strangewonderful]

much love to everyone on my dash and in my messages for everyone's patience! i know it has been very very quiet around here. i am thinking about you all constantly, but somehow i haven't been able to turn those thoughts into enough energy to actually type words. hoping that i will have a little bit more energy + free time soon, so i will reply to messages and replies when i can ♡˚₊

[stellewriites]

Stelle, I just had to crawl into your inbox with thots™️ about butch!Simon. Hope you enjoy✨️ and please feel free to add on!

•Has a carabiner with a Lego skeleton keychain on it. Got it as a gag gift from Soap one year and has cherished it ever since (will never admit this).

•Has a small crush on Laswell and Farah (I don't blame him one bit. He will also never admit this.).

•Whenever the team goes out, they find themselves gobsmacked by how many women immediately beeline to him.

•Takes a low dose of T, mainly for the muscle growth and deeper voice. The extra body hair and bottom growth is simply a bonus✨️

•Decided on using he/him pronouns on a whim. People initially saw his hulking figure and immediately gendered him as male. Simon simply didn't care enough to say otherwise.

•Still feels a connection and appreciation towards womanhood and femininity, mainly in other people. Likes it when Soap paints his nails jet black. Likes the rare times Gaz will wear makeup. Likes to occasionally wear dresses and skirts (usually billowing, black frocks that conceal his figure rather than anything form-fitting).

birdy…. i loved every damn one of these. you opened a can of worms here lmaooo i love butch!si, not all of this will be canon for my fic but it might help me shape how he acts in it

• i’ve literally seen some art of carabiners and your lego skeleton idea really reminds me of it, lemme find it to post after this bc OMG !!!

• he can’t help but go a little weak kneed for a headstrong, no-bullshit woman,, having farah or laswell barking orders in his ear has had him swallowing roughly on the field one too many times before getting his head in the game. he’s glad his emotions can’t be read like a book like his sgt or he’d never hear the end of it from either women

• the jangle of his carabiner is like a mating call in the pub and it gets heads turning. interested faces peeking up from their tables like meerkats, eager at the pure bulk and size of simon as he makes his way to the booth the others are already occupying. price sucks his teeth when the pretty bird he had his eye on smiles and flutters her lashes at si flirtatiously not five minutes after he sat down

• i loooove the idea of simon being tall and beefy but having a surprisingly soft voice still, deceptively sweet if not for the rough accent and barking laugh. maybe it’s gotten a little gravel to it after years of smoking and maybe it started to change when he went on t - but he doesn’t actively deepen it, doesn’t feel the need to.

he loves seeing his progress in the gym since starting it, likes petting at his extra body hair as it grows in, hates the fact that his skin has gotten oilier though and reluctantly asks gaz for some skincare advice, and yeah… the bottom growth has him hissing on his sensitive days but he’s never had a gentle hand, never been patient with himself so he bites his cheek through it as he rubs one out.

• very much that scene from aliens between vasquez and hudson; “hey ghost, have you ever been mistaken for a man looking like that?” “no, have you?”

the pronouns are his as a fuck you but also yeah… they feel right

• omg that’s so cuuute!!

i’d say my vers of butch!si doesn’t wear dresses etc,, but he’d let reader paint his nails whatever colour they liked, could practice make up looks on him, if reader has wigs then he’d be happy to try them on so reader could see the length and style off of a mannequin. but it’s not necessarily for him, he knows he’s a woman, he knows he has femininity - he just doesn’t express it the same way as others might

[mister-ancunin]

Astarion hates you

oh noooo a faceless stranger on the internet says my husband hates me…guess the most reasonable thing to do is go kill myself… ૮꒰ ˃̣̣̥△˂̣̣̥ ꒱ა

[dovesick]

Oh my god I just found your blog and I absolutely adore your color palette and composition style!! It's genuinely SOOO pretty <33

I love all the bird art too!! 💖💖💖

ahh thank you so much! i’m glad you love the birds :D i love drawing birds <33

[tashacee]

Question: If Aspect!Wild is running towards or away from something, does he ever go into a four legged sprint and use his hands as well to gain extra speed?

Speaking from animation experience, running bipedal on digitigrade legs is not easy, and looks very demanding on the legs.

~🐦‍⬛

Oh, absolutely he does! It's so much easier on his back than running upright and it means he can move so much faster. He also likes it for fighting, as it means ha can get a good pounce going.

The first time his brothers saw him doing it they politely looked away and didn't mention it, as they didn't want to offend him by pointing out how feline it is. But they've gotten used to it since then and are used to him zooming about on all fours

Wind tried to ride on his back once. It did not end well.

This art by @mmmn-thirsty-for-vinegar has some top tier Wild down on all fours. Looks like he's stalking a monster or something and i would NOT want to be his prey!

Thank you Birdie Anon! Have a great day!

[your-local-grinning-cat]

AR Speaks OOC

Going to be real with you all for a bit.

I’m not even really on Che’nya’s page right now - I’m making this post from my main and just changing the poster.

To be honest, I’m a bit nervous to change to Che’nya’s. Because I can see I have over 50 notifications, but I know I actually have even more, because I had more that got marked as “read” even though I hadn’t dealt with them before logging off the last time I was on.

😱😱😱😱😱

And that may not be a lot to some of you, but for me, someone who tries to answer as many of you as I can… that’s a lot.

As much as I want to pop back onto Che’nya and see what chaos Che’nya can cause and see what mischief all of you have for me, that’s… a bit overwhelming for me right now.

I may just have to drop some reblog chains that were going on if I come back today, unfortunately.

I hope that would be okay with everyone?

I put so much energy into every one of my responses that even one usually takes a lot of time. Even looking for the proper gif I want to use for the situation can take up quite a bit of time for me. I’m a perfectionist by nature. And it doesn’t help that some gif’s that come up with some “cat” keywords are uhhhhh… yeah. 😳 So by the time I’ve responded to one notification, I’ve often gotten several more.

And yeah, a lot of them are likes and things I don’t need to respond to, but still. Because of how much effort I put into the responses, I often take small breaks to chat to people in DMs and on discord between responses so I don’t completely melt my brain. But that takes up even more time…

Which all combines to mean that being on Che’nya is often a several hour straight event for me.

And that’s honestly why I get so burnt out so quickly - why I often appear and then disappear for a while. Which doesn’t help the situation, of course.

So that’s why I’m posting this.

Because I think that’s just how I’m going to have to do this from now on. As much as I hate leaving people hanging, I’m just going to have to choose some chains to end in order to focus on more recent ones and hopefully manage my notifs better.

That way, I can feel better coming back with Che’nya and won’t disappear so often and so frequently. He likes to disappear, but not as often as he has been. 😅

I won’t be getting on Che’nya right after posting this, but I will check my blog later and look at this post to see the general response of people before looking at notifications.

And sorry to those I was having dm convos with - @blind0raven probably, as well as @castaway-achlys because since I haven’t been checking I haven’t gotten your messages.

But hey! Foxy!

Extra message for you from Che’nya under the cut! :D

I got bnnuy Deuce. Twice. Ima steal yo man if you don’t hurry the fuck up and confess to him, you chicken. 😼

[gftimelord]

"Hi again Stan!! Snazzy new outfit- whered the pin go?" she tilts her head and frowns a little at the fact Ford isnt wearing Stans mackerel pin, not yet realizing theyre two seperate people.

@magpie-prime

*Stanford blinked, the woman’s words lingering like an echo in his mind, taking a few moments to fully register.*

“Hm? Pin—?”

*He repeated, his brow furrowing slightly as he mulled over the word in his head, trying to place it. The realization struck a beat later, his confusion melting into mild amusement. She’d called him by Stanley’s nickname— his brother's nickname.*

*Even after all these years, people still managed to confuse them? A familiar pang of exasperation mingled with a begrudging fondness. Sure, their shared resemblance made sense in their youth, but now? The differences in their appearances were notable. His sharper features, now more pronounced with the age difference, contrasted against Stan’s rugged, well-worn charm. And yet, somehow, the mix-ups persisted.*

*A soft chuckle slipped out, unbidden but genuine. It was a sound edged with interest, amusement flickering in his gaze as he gave a slight shake of his head.*

“Haha… you must have mistaken me for my brother, miss—?”

*He said, his voice warm but probing as he let the question dangle. His words were polite, but the faintest edge of intrigue seeped into his tone as he paused, waiting for her to fill in the blank.*

*The moment stretched, but inwardly, his thoughts were already racing. Who was this woman? And more importantly, how did she know Stanley well enough to use his nickname like this? An old friend? But it wasn't anyone he recognized. It wasn’t often strangers mistook him for his brother like this either— but there was a level of recognition in her voice, a sense of knowing that went beyond a simple passing hello.*

*Stanford’s mind churned with possibilities. Had his brother crossed paths with her while he was off-world? Doing interdimentional errands? What sort of impression had Stanley left this time? His twin had an uncanny knack for leaving behind wild tales and connections wherever they went, even in the most unlikely corners of the multiverse.*

*His curiosity was piqued, and a familiar spark of intellectual intrigue flickered in his chest. And while he wasn’t about to jump to conclusions, the temptation to unravel the thread of this mystery tugged at him.*

*The Doctor’s expression softened as he awaited her reply, his stance casual yet poised, a quiet intensity lurking just beneath the surface.*

[randomnameless]

#Willy smut was written by the masses who ignored how manipulated he was! House Hresvelg is 100% human!!! I headcannon (in a comedic way) that it is Agarthan proganda. Thales after taking over Adrestia‚ comb through his diaries and discovers it has no secrets to exploit. Mostly boring things that happenned‚ something related to Seiros‚ something related to Seiros in a graphic "Please go back to writing anything else" way‚ and about Lycaon (and his relatives). Thales burns them and swears that no one can learn that he lost to someone who would rather write down smut than anything he considers important. And thus the "Willy" who sat back as Seiros puppets the continent was born (and also totally had a hard time fighting some pale guys that mysteriously show up‚ but "his words not mine" - Thales)! Also to play off your 120 children headcannon‚ Willy (way before Lycaon was a pincushion) said to remember him not as an emperor but a lover.

10k years of lore being what they are, the "poor dumb willy was manipulated by the evil lizard lady" could be Agarthan propaganda... or propaganda coming from the hresvelg themselves lol

Poor Thales having to read through pages and pages of "theological" discussions ("Seiros said the Goddess created her children in the image she took to resemble humans, but Cichol doesn't have big bazongas? Or he hides them using a transformation magic? Will Cethleann grow big bazongas too or not?") decided to take revenge against the Hresvelgs and swore to bring their demise.

After all, their line was founded by a beast who was much closer to a clown, and who willingly mated with an abomination and kept on writing about this sin, and the resulting monstruosity born from their fornication!

(infiltrating early Adrestian society where every human was horny about the saints was a challenge, even after their departure he couldn't escape the horny Macuil poems or graphic theatrical representations of "Saint Cichol's Holy Spear and the Blessed Maiden").

Willy thus became a moron - it wasn't difficult to convince his descendants since they resented the evil lizard lady who kept on calling him the "greatest" (what about them???) and, after the barbarian rebellion, it was even easier to instill hate and resentment towards the evil lizard lady and her viles who manipulated poor dumb willy (tm).

Sadly when Thales tried to slander even more Willy's memory by saying he was an inconsiderate horndog, Adrestian Emperors saw nothing wrong with that, and tried to hide this "achievement" to make sure no bastard would knock at their door to ask for the throne, and also, because "measuring one's worth based on their virility is something those barbarians do not us enlightened Enbarrites", even if some "romance novels" started to spread around 580 all around Fodlan about "Great Emperor Wilhelm" that were written by an anonymous author who was apparently so famous and popular that that author's style was well imitated and copied through the ages, until 20 years ago where people imitating the first novelist basically stopped writing about him.

they still kept on having several concubines for some reason that is totally unrelated to any competition they could have with their stupid ancestor.

[birdietrait]

I wanna be in your sims world ahhh all your sims are just so perffff

wahhhhh that's so sweet!!!! tysm MWAHH <33

[lvebug]

DISPATCH TO THE 118! YOUR PRESENCE IS REQUIRED AT THE ZOO!

"no, here, take these." andie turns away from the stand and with one hand pulls her sunglasses back down over her eyes and with the other shoves two ice cream cones balanced precariously in her grip bobby's way. they've been out of the freezer for about 12 seconds, but already they're going a little soft at the top from the relentless sun. there's not a single cloud to offer respite from the endless blue sky, but that hasn't stopped a single family from piling their kids out of the house, into the car, down to the crazy parking lot, and through the front gates of the los angeles zoo. "that's for you and eddie." it doesn't stop this family, either.

she waves a distracted hand between bobby and eddie that says you give it to him. "i gotta..." and then hustles off back to the stand to pick up the last two (and most important) cones for her and chris.

[bobthedragon]

Does everyone know Elliot is also Riven?

handwrote the whole thing and then realized it was going to be Awful for everyone to have to read it bc it was a lot of text and very little art, so!

Riven used to be a much more separate identity for him, mostly because no one knew who "Elliot Abernathy" was. Unfortunately for his anonymity, overthrowing a local government and accidentally becoming mayor an untitled, but prominent political figure and social activist has made it much easier to link events to him.

While he does his best to remove all traces of his personal life from the internet, despite this, anyone who has been to city knows at least his name, (as well as his orientation, and anything else he's put on his dating profile.)

Most people Don't Know, though, but with a bit of digging, you can turn up a bit, and with a lot of digging you can turn up a Lot.

illustration transcript under cut!

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Elliot, in a smoking jacket, lounging unimpressed and browsing the computer while his eels hold his mug of coffee. "oh come On that line is Completely out of Context"

text around the panel reads "Not Intentionally... To save My Hand + Your Eyes, more details in text" with an arrow pointing down

the mug is an obviously copy-pasted design that reads "the chain of my Mood Swing just snapped"

[robinssongs]

" you have nothing to worry about . i promise you , nothing at all . " // virused animatronic pg? 👀

-- [ asked by @mute-call ] --

Robin knows what's going on. Knows exactly what's happening, what's been months in the making. Watched the familiar code – introduced by someone they'd once trusted – slowly creep its way through the Pizzaplex systems. She'd been fighting it, where she could, but there was a definite risk involved. Too much interfering with the systems risked exposure, risked bringing this all crashing down on him before he could figure out what the Glitch had planned for this place. As such, she'd been stuck helplessly watching it take root, one by one, in the Plex's animatronics despite her best efforts. It just spreads too fast for her to control. So far, it's only gotten a few of the S.T.A.F.F. — dormant code lying in wait in the recesses of their preprogrammed brains.

Unfortunately for him – and probably anyone else involved with the Plex – it doesn't take long for him to start catching traces of that same infected code in Phone Guy's communication logs. Phone Guy. The one animatronic with connections to almost every single one of the Pizzaplex's systems in some way, shape, or form. Pretty much the most effective viral transmission device in the history of ever. Not to mention the fact that he was the one and only animatronic that could expose all of her efforts to contain this virus with a single transmission if he discovered her.

It went without saying, but that was bad. That was really, really bad. Robin needed to go on the offensive if she wanted to have any hope of containing this thing.

Hence, his current position. He glances over to the animatronic that had fallen into step beside him, offering the 'bot a weak smile. Arms crossed, shoulders hunched, her body language was a perfect picture of the stress she felt being in her current situation. At least — the situation Phone Guy thought she was in.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, PG. I just... I don't want them to scrap the little guy, y'know? It didn't do anything wrong."

As far as Phone Guy knows, they're on their way to Parts & Service to evaluate the state of a damaged S.T.A.F.F. Bot Birdie had found — he'd spun a tale about noticing it acting strange when he clocked in, and he said he wanted Phone Guy for his opinion on whether or not to call a maintenance tech in. Birdie only worked with code, y'see, and none of the maintenance crew were scheduled for the rest of the night, but she didn't know if the damage was severe enough – or too severe – to try and repair. Phone Guy knew, like, everything, she'd reasoned. He probably knew the protocols on stuff like this.

"I hope it's gonna be okay. I know it's just —" and they stopped themself there. Not finishing that sentence. That wasn't what they meant at all. "I just feel bad. Really bad." Sure, it was mostly just acting – they needed PG to believe their story, after all – but there was some genuine emotion in their voice. They did feel some attachment to the 'bot they were speaking to, and the hope that they could fix him was genuine. PG had been... Surprisingly helpful during their first few days working at the Plex. It was a big place, after all. Big, overwhelming, and usually full of people. Knowing a 'bot with encyclopedic information about the layout of the entire Plex inside his head had been incredibly helpful.

Robin had specifically requested an evening shift, after the Plex closed, for this plan, figuring that there'd be less risk to others if there was nobody around, but as they approached the bright red doors to Parts & Service he started to regret it. Nobody around meant nobody there to help him if he needed it. He truly doubted Phone Guy himself had the potential to be dangerous, but pretty much any of the other animatronics he could call very much did.

She considered herself a whole hell of a lot harder to scare than she used to be. Still, as she holds the door for her animatronic companion, she finds herself studiously avoiding thinking about what might happen if her plan fails.

"It's, uh, I got it in the protective cylinder, but I couldn't quite get it up on the seat. Go ahead and take a look at it." God, they hope this works. They just want their friend back.

[rosysins]

please say something. ( Byakkomaru & Gekkouin)

Prompt: Miscellaneous Sentence Prompts.

♣ Gekkouin.

The world was spinning and little by little Gekkouin's usually impeccable vision blurred, melting the images of his surroundings to mere blobs of color. His whole body throbbed with pain that he wasn't sure where exactly he was hurt.

Although, what little senses he had that were still intact was telling him someone was nearby, someone was talking to him. Where his hearing and sight failed him, Gekkouin knew from the touch on his skin, calloused large fingers, each adorned with not a sharp nail like the other demons but claws.

In this state of ruin, Gekkouin felt a sense of calm wash over him and all he thought of at that moment was one name. A name that brought him this sense of calm and peace, even in such a moment.

"By...byak...byakkoma...ru."

[tashacee]

Blue, black, and pink?

~ 🐦‍⬛

Blue: Am I haunting you or are you haunting me

Black: The figure staring at me in the dark

Pink: you are just a friendly creature. you cannot change this.

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Birdie Anon, you have actually captured every single vibe i have ever wanted to get across and i am flapping with joy right now. Hello. Yes. I am the bog witch, the figure in the dark, and I am here to make you a nice little cake and make sure you get enough sleep.

<3 <3 <3

[umbrx]

❝ Excuse me, worm. Do you have time to talk about our lord and saviour, Jesus Christ? ❞