[birdcagxd]

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rules | muse list // side blog, follows from @kindredsmercy

independent / semi-selective / very crossover-friendly / mutuals-only

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dedicated to an exploration of lies, manipulation, many different depictions of sociopathy and mental illness, unrequited love, broken trust and misunderstandings.

starring a wide variety of characters from many fandoms, ever-growing.

18+ // ddne ; this blog inherently is considered dead dove & nsfw.

written by vincent

prompts(always accepting, no matter how old) | wishlist

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blog arcs

frankie saga (ongoing)

[birdcagxd]

waves at the dash. I'm alive I promise.

[kindredsmercy]

semi-selective, crossover-friendly, mutuals-only

-> league of legends multimuse ft. Kindred

rules | muse list (count: 54)

ddne , 18+ , written by vincent ( 8+ years of experience)

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[birdcagxd]

added some more muses

&& shadow. ⋆｡°✩

&& eggman. ⋆｡°✩

[rradiio]

@birdcagxd said: I am so sick of them making new coke flavors, put the cocaine back in that shit and stop wasting our time. " - Angel dust for Charlie

❥ " Coke? I think I've heard of that, it's a soda from the living world right? "

[birdcagxd]

// he grimaces at her response. "yeah, yeah it is", said with a laugh. "an' they used to put real fuckin' coke in it. but now it's just a waste of time."

[tangledfate]

“I didn’t exactly go looking.” Fizz admitted quietly, tipping off balance after a moment of quiet to push the other imp onto his back. Not quite climbing on top of him like the other might’ve expected but instead wrapping himself around him in a tight hug, nuzzling into his neck and breathing him in like he needed him as much as he needed air in his lungs.

“Your dad figured us out pretty quick after the fire…I don’t know what he’d planned originally–if he even had a plan–” Stop. Don’t say it. Not here. Not now.

“–but me getting sick all over the bed after he’d finished was a pretty telltale sign.” Wasn’t a secret who Fizz had spent his time with before the fire, it had been an easy game of connecting the dots. Arms winding tighter around Blitz, he takes a deep breath to try and stay calm. Distance himself from it as much as he could like it wasn’t his own horror story.

“He blamed it on my meds when he called the nurses, I didn’t have my voice back yet–” or arms…or legs… “–so who was I going to tell?” Silence that made the air feel heavy passed between them, but he’d gone this far, might as well get to the point.

“He used to make me compare you two…really fucking annoyed him every time I said you were better…you should’ve come to see me you asshole…” The end came with a crack of his voice and tears that didn’t fall rather than real anger–forced bluster masking fear and shame. Should’ve stopped while he was ahead.

[birdcagxd]

// there's a lot of different emotions going on in blitzo's chest when fizz finally initiates physical contact: after all, that's what he was here for. a quick fuck. but it becomes very apparent very quickly that that is not what fizz was initiating at all - instead wrapping himself so tightly around blitzo that for a moment he's so perplexed he struggles to react. his brain is lagging.

it's a lot to take in. a lot of information that blitzo isn't too sure he's capable of processing. "fuck, fizz. how was I gonna know all that?" that's a stupid question he realizes as soon as it's left his lips, shakes his head.

his arms only hesitantly return the hug - he's a little afraid of touching wrong in wrong places - but he thinks the other might need the hug more than he should be afraid of touching him. he might just prove him right if he acts so afraid. "I tried, I jus'..", he whispers, barely audible. "didn't think you'd want to see me."

[blccdshed-deactivated20260513]

WE CAN SAVE EVERYONE WITHIN US.

indie. private. highly selective. an interpretation of the monster / bloodshed / elli from markiplier's iron lung. triggering themes present such as and not limited to: cosmic horror, gore, body horror, ect. minors and personals do not interact. bloodsung by vexi.

[birdcagxd]

hmmm missing my dsmp muses a lot lately

[sokodraws]

iron lung, eh?

cool movie, I liked it

[pixelated-nebula]

Iron Lung poster!!

[birdcagxd]

@blccdshed said; x

" please . please , you must trust me . "

// she's made many mistakes in her life. she was too young to remember life before the rapture, but she still feels a certain bitterness about it. whatever way she could've turned out, the path she ended up on is one that's angry and ruthless. trying to excuse her desperation with the fact that she'll get results: she's getting results. she needs to be getting results. if they can access the files on the sm-8 again, maybe there's something they can do about this inevitable doom.

her heart beats in her chest, so loudly that it almost drowns out the voice - and for a moment, she wants to completely ignore it, for it can't be real. there's noone with her. so, surely, any voice she may hear must be a fabric of her imagination.

she has to get down there. regardless of how dangerous it is. and if she dies getting this, at least she'll have gotten it. if the convict - if simon listened to her instructions, she won't even need to go deep. she'll come straight back up. she takes a deep breath, then finally answers the voice. "what? who's there?", she asks, loudly, turning her whole body around to look at the radio. she hasn't started descending yet and she is running out of time.

[blccdshed-deactivated20260513]

ALL ARE ONE IN THE BLOOD.

really shitty little promo but

give this a like or reblog if you're interested in interacting with an interpretation of bloodshed / the monster from markiplier's iron lung!

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[birdcagxd]

@blccdshed said | x

“ You weren’t the villain - you were just cruel with good intentions. ”

// in the face of god, does any of that make a difference? if he's to split his actions by morality, would his good intentions outweigh the bad? and, if he were to survive, would anyone ever look at him like a human being again? or, would he be the same as the monster past the waves of blood - something to gawk at, something to observe, experiment on. find out what makes him tick and what motivated him to survive something so horrendous.

with all of the voices circling through his head, it's hard to focus on one that seems to show empathy, that might bring comfort. sweat rolls down his forehead and he wipes at it, his breath anything but steady and stable. "what difference d's it make?", he mumbles, taps his foot impatiently and stares at the closed porthole, as if, he could see straight through the metal. "I'm stuck down here regardless. what's it matter to anyone what intentions I had?"

they didn't listen to him then and they sure as hell won't after this. even if he gets back up. even if those insane c.o.i fucks let him breathe another gasp of air that isn't in this humid submarine, his crimes are the same. they won't change in their eyes. he presses his dry lips together. he just wants to go home.

[birdcagxd]

on a little hiatus for now while I'm trying to solve things irl. I'll still try to write a reply here and there and you can contact me privately but I'm struggling very hard

[bloodpoisonandink-archive-blog]

“I don’t wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you’re standing in my way, one way or the other, you’re gettin’ outta my way.”

— Mr. Pink ~ Reservoir Dogs (via redeyedrider)

[moonstruck--musings]

Every day I wait for you like you're my owner. I wait for you going home after a long day of work.

You're not my owner, and I am not a dog. Yet, I still bark && bite, and I still wait.

I wait for you to come home.

[moonstruck--musings]