#birdie responds

[birdiepaws]

(i update this sometimes)

Hello! Helloo!!!

You can call me Birdie, Lee or Danny!!!!!

I use any pronouns:) (please epleas pelase us eneos on me i sill bef on my knees i aant fhnky neos pleasepelaspelase)

My current fixations are, as follows; (i’ve still lost mostly track BUT) DSMP, Gravity falls, BIRDS, /nsx omegaverse, mouthwashing(????)

please ask me stuff please i beg you (i also take reauests pelase ask em to draw stuff pelapsleaspelease)

…Otherkin.

[birrdies]

The only thing I’ve thought about all day is the zombie 3rd/last life au ty so much for writing it holy crap it’s amazing

thank you so much! this is so kind (: i'm glad you've been enjoying it! i actually *just* posted chapter two of the second installment "the survivor" !! hope you continue to enjoy (:

[yashley]

the way matt creates these emotionally** flat??? characters who have family attachments to the main pcs and yet there's just something.... off about the way they display intimacy that it equally angers me, makes my skin crawl, and makes me just want to write extensively on what a master storyteller matt is. the way he presents just in this campaign alone, parental figures that on paper can easily be defended and rallied behind somehow especially if their choices played out more negatively than they intended*, and yet actually experiencing people who you, individually, care so much about in your life and who, you would just naturally believe, would also care so much about you, but there's a blip on the monitor and a disconnect that at first is so infinitesimal. until it's not. until you get bruised deeper and they look at you the same. and it's like there's no true empathetic connection. from your "loved one". it's not malice, it's not heartless or calloused, it's just.... it's surface-level and it's crossed t's and dotted i's and you know that they do not mean it to hurt you. but they also don't really mean it when they tell you they love you. and it aches so incredibly well done that matt will have these figures look into the eyes of their own and say the words and have a softness in their face, and yet have no genuine fierceness to the love they claim for someone who has so much love for them. and it's not a criticism, it's just so well done because it's such a nuanced relationship in the world and it sucks but matt always delivers it so perfectly

[moonlight-prose]

YOUR TAGS!!

BEST CLARK KENT NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND<333

when i tell you that SMALLVILLE was my shit as a kid solely cause my brother and mom would watch it constantly. like the intro song is permanently burned into my brain at this point. and i don't regret a thing because HOW IS HE SO PRETTY. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK BRO???

[birdyverdie]

For the Heir

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

For Paloma

💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

Hi hi!!! Thanks for the ask backsie! :D!

The Heir

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

In terms of hobbies, I can't imagine my Heir being anything but swamped with work--the equivalent of an office worker honestly ;;

But whenever he doesn't have anything pressing due, I think my Heir is pretty sociable, so he likes to go down to the Tavern to check out what everyone's doing--even if he doesn't actively participate in any drinking or games. Just being around people is enough to stave off any inkling of insanity with the familial burden he has to bear.

Though for those times he feels a little more reclusive, he spends his time drawing up schematics. Most of them fantasy ideas of improving buildings or technological improvements. He likes technical sketches. Doesn't mean he actually knows how to implement them very well. He's like the architect to an engineer.

Lastly, I think he spends his time going through his ancestor's research. Mostly to see if his ancestor left anything behind regarding his clairvoyancy that he somehow developed once he stepped foot back into the cursed estate.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

My Heir drinks more than he smokes, never to get sloshed, but enough to get a pleasant buzz and mild numbness in his fingers. He partakes it celebratory--whenever a full team of mercenaries return from whatever hellish expedition he sent them to. He's not a social drinker. He uses substances mostly to ponder. (I'm 12 and this is deep) 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust? My Heir doesn't like to get his hands dirty, that's why he has a full roster of mercenaries to do the dirty work! But it's mostly because he's just too queasy to do it himself. However, he has killed before, the ambush in the carriage ride was just too much of a survival risk to not partake in self-defense. In terms of breaking trust, well, it's part of the job. Sometimes no matter how much a mercenary begs to keep their job, the Heir has to make the hard decision for the good of his goal. Those fired have a choice: leave the hamlet together, or find some other way of life here. There's definitely some resentment because of that ultimatum, but there's really nothing much he could do about that. 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? The Heir has a bit of a sweet tooth! Of course, it's incredibly hard to get anything sweet here, but he's always a fan of simple bread with honey or even sweet rice pudding. Paloma Funnily enough, just the other day I was writing her backstory so this will be great to further that endeavor :> 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? (I derailed a little) A child of merchants, had a comfortable childhood where she never knew hunger nor poverty. Despite that, she wasn't particularly keen in fulfilling her familial role of being married off into another wealthy merchant family, but she was willing to do it. Before that fate though a nun from the Church of the Light in her hometown, became interested in Paloma's potential, and changed her course into one with diplomatic training. 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

The one thing Paloma shapes her livelihood around is loyalty. Whoever she's loyal to, she would fight hell or high water for. At first it was her parents, then it was her caretaker, then it was her lord, and currently it's The Heir. That's for people though, she would break if any of her pigeons died. She got them as a gift from the church, and those birds gave her hope in times of a complete destruction of her livelihood. (Paloma: If anything happens to Ash, Bane, Cloud, or Sugar, I'm killing everyone in this room and then myself) 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

Paloma can, but she's not a fan of it. I mean, her papers will get all messed up and her messages would be ruined! What sort of herald would she be then?

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? She wished she could. She's seen many sorts of instruments used during her travels and her servitude, but the one she always found wonderful was the organ. However, she acknowledges it's daunting to learn such a skill and mostly fantasizes about hearing someone else play it again. Thank you again for asking!! This was fun to do :>

[dark-cynder49]

birdy is also an enderman who can transform into a stick? how can they(?) do that?

Birdy is a unique Enderman… he didn’t drink a potion like Jacob…

Birdy was exploring a desert temple near where he lived and found a weird item

It took him a bit to get used to being a stick…. He eventually figured out how to switch back and forth

[jemichi90]

I'm sailing the sea and we stopped in Rauma for the night. I just took a little walk around the harbor and saw so many birds!!! These photos alone have 9 different species, and there were much more that I saw.

Considering that these were taken with my phone camera, I think I got pretty lucky! :D

[wander-wren]

How is it strange to apply human rules to the cats in wc when they are humanized to the point where they are basically humans in cat suits?? They don’t play by feral cat rules, they have medicine and practice law and operate on the same level as humans in terms of basic morality. I’m not really expecting an intelligent response from someone who unironically calls people “antis” but at least TRY and use some common sense here.

alright, yknow, that’s actually fair, anon, i wrote that post quickly in a state of annoyance so i wasn’t clear.

i was specifically referring to aging there (and a little bit to cats’ idea of family/incest, at the time, but given that wc canonically understand cousins/grandparents for the Kin of Kin prophecy that’s a moot point).

cats don’t age like people! this has been a topic of fandom discussion before! we generally decide to label kits as children and apprentices as teens, but those aren’t 100% accurate. i was trying to point out that you can’t compare something like brackenfur being a warrior when sorreltail was a kit to a human couple where one was already a young adult when the other was born, because of the way the cats age.

human age gaps are also often impacted by when the couple met—a relationship between two people who meet as adults on a level playing field, with ten years between them, is different than if they had known each other when the younger was growing up. but clan communities are very insular and, since relationships outside the clans are (or were) banned, by necessity brackenfur was going to be a figure in sorreltail’s life just because they lived in a very small camp together.

i hope i just explained that better for you. however, i want to be clear that i also made a mistake in my post when i didn’t make my main point clear enough. i didn’t expect anything to come of it.

it’s a fictional story. it doesn’t fucking matter. if you ship. something. morally objectionable. it’s literally fine. game of thrones is all incest and pedophilia and assault and was the biggest show in the world and, well, would you look at that. incest rates didn’t skyrocket, none of it became normalized.

also, to address the “unironically calls people antis” bit: i was not calling the people who get up in arms about warrior cat ship morals antis. i think some of them would probably call themselves that, and some of them have some ideas in common with the larger anti movement, but i dont know enough (or care to find out) about random people on my dash, so i won’t call them that unless it’s particularly egregious/obvious.

i was referring to the antishippers in fandom as a whole, and in the warriors fandom, and i know they do exist because i have run across them in years past. i was referring to that past in my tags.

and antis started the whole pro/anti thing way back when, so please don’t try to insinuate it’s a name the wider fandom community throws at them against their will or something.

[harmonysanreads]

@harmonysanreads HARMONY HOW ARE YOU??♡♡♡ annd how's midterm going? (My finals are nearing and I have a defense too plus reporting presentation 🥲🙃💔)

I just want to show you a hidden quest in lofou with those crane birds THIS ONE MADE ME LAUGH AND CRY IT WAS SO DJDDHSSH

IT ALMOST FEELS WRONG THIS BIRD IS VERY SUS 😭🤣🤚👌😟😬😂😆

Keep up with the amazing and wonderful spectacular work ❤️ 🙌

man.....even the birds in this game are yanderes 💀

My midterms start at the first week of next month! Until then, I've been preoccupied with a couple essay writing competitions and class rep duties, quite stressful balancing everything out but thank you for checking in coco<3

Your situation sounds even more stressful though,, I wish you the best with everything, you will get through it all (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

[whataboutfractions]

[birdiepaws]

btw if you’re still thinking about bird selkies (saw ur post in the selkie tag LOL) look up the swan maiden, theres a bunch of stories with similar themes to selkies 😉

I WAS NOT CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT BIRD SLEKIES BUT I FORTOT SWAN MAIDENS EXISTED THANK YOU ANON

[birrdies]

I just finished reading your tango/jimmy Zombie au and I am haunted. The writing was so incredible and I loved the way they were both characterised!! I also read your scar/grian zombie au a while back and I have not stopped thinking about it. You have managed to break my heart twice. I am devastated. I love your work sooo much asdhjpsgh keep it up!!!

!!! >:) hehehe welcome welcome glad to have you here. thank you for reading!! nothing motivates me more than knowing my fics have emotionally devastated people <3

[seven-circlllxs]

˚₊ *˚Winter Countdown To The New Year Challenge˚₊ ˚

(Meme template from @hymemena!)

_- Andrealphus -_

15. Your muse has walked under the mistletoe! Write a drabble or open starter for this!

The Marquis of Envy always looked forward to the end of the year, when the temperatures plummeted and his season became everyone's front and center. Well, it wasn't his entirely, he couldn't take credit for the creation of winter, but he could certainly take credit for the perfection of winter.

One of his favorite perfections included fabulous winter parties, soirees that would make Leviathan and Behemoth themselves turn green around the gills. And every year, he took great care to one-up his own fashion, to make a statement without even saying a word.

This year was no different, and as he fastened the cloak around his neck, admiring the intricate stitching that danced all around the edges in leaves and flowers and berries, he couldn't help but swoon over himself a bit. The mistletoe patterning was a stroke of genius, he thought to himself, running his fingers over the cloak's fur lining, drinking in how it accented his own neck ruff just so.

He nearly floated down the grand glittering stairs that led into the ballroom of his palace, and the amused and awed twitterings of the gathered elites (and assorted others) made him feel dizzy with glee..

So dizzy that he might have forgotten that sometimes, there are people standing at the bottoms of stairs.

No matter. His outfit held the answer without his even needing to regather himself.

"You do know what mistletoe means, don't you, darling?" The icy peacock cooed, his crystal eyes shining as he looked at his unfortunate road block.

[moonlight-prose]

I just wanted to say hi 😘

HI MY LOVE, MY BABES, MY BIRDIE!!!🖤🖤🖤

[dumbbitchgalore]

Price’s cute little whore 💓

Idk what people say but John will absolutely be adamant to have a housewife. And it is absolutely because he is a hypocritical fuck.

Sure, he’s worked with female colleagues who he has deemed equal and possibly better than other men that he has worked with but at the end of the day, he’s not there to make those women his wife.

John knows when to fuck you like a slut and when to treat you like a princess.

Coming home after months away on the battle and sees you in your home looking absolutely fucking comfortable on the couch wearing his worn out Led Zeppelin t-shirt and suddenly the rope of restraint in him snaps. Dumping his duffle bag on the floor, he can barely kick his boots off his feet as his strides towards you purposefully, finally having you in his arms after months away filled with lonely nights with just a polaroid of you on the wedding night absolutely dishevelled, makeup ruined and hair tousled. He’d groan, fisting his palm frantically using all his might to imagine the feeling of your wet, warm cunt squeezing his cock, but there is only so much he can imagine being hundreds of kilometres away from his birdie. The single picture gives a depraved man like him a sliver of comfort on such nights. 

And now he finally has you and he’s not gonna let you go. 

John would push you to lay flat on the couch, kissing the side of his neck to lick a long stripe down his neck, his nose burying into your skin as he inhales your scent deeply and he swears that he can just cum in his pants right there. 

You chuckle softly, the scratchiness of his beard tickling his skin as you push his face away from your neck only to cup his face in your hands as you look into his eyes. You notice how his dull blue eyes slowly gain back its spark back the longer he looks at you. The pad of your thumb caresses his cheek, tracing the contours of his face as a loving smile gracing your lips. 

“Didn’t come home in a casket…” You mutter softly grateful to once again have him close to you, alive. 

A weary smile makes its way to his face, his knee making it between your thighs, gently pressing against your cunt. John hovers over you, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“Told ya I wouldn’t as long as I know you’re here waiting for me,” John murmurs, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

You respond eagerly, kissing him with fervour, closing your eyes. John slips his tongue between your lips, tasting the faint flavour of rum on your tongue. He pulls back, memorising his face with reverence, his saviour and ticket to salvation. 

Staring up at him, eyes glossy with need and lust, you try to pull him back down for another kiss only to have him pull away. John helps you to take the shirt off your body leaving you in a pair of cotton panties. It was nothing fancy but made John’s head swirl with hunger. 

John is a patient man, even though in this moment he wishes to do nothing but to use you like a fleshlight but he can see the love you have for him. He needs to take his time, he reminds himself; to prepare his darling to take him again after months of being apart. He takes his time to worship your body to relish in the pudgy-ness of your flesh groped by him, splayed underneath him for his eyes only. Heat pools in between your legs, sticky arousal coating your flesh. A silent plea for the need to be taken care of. 

John stops kissing, pulling away, tsk-ing at your neediness. 

“I’ve left my girl alone for too long, hm?” 

You choke back a sob unable to hide your desperateness, “Uh huh!”

John hums, your cries fueling his pride. Making his way down to your sopping cunt, nuzzling his nose into your begging hole inhaling your scent with zeal.

“Gonna fuck this pussy good tonight, kiddo.”

[dark-cynder49]

How old is Birdy?

Birdy is roughly 20 years old. Give or take