birdie

it’s the fear and not the ghost that keeps me haunted | ao3: birrdie | pfp @morning-fragility

[birrdies]

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 !

call me birdie!! // they/he // adult

✔︎ mcyt/life series side blog (main blog @ggreet)

✔︎ writing on my ao3 & with #birdie-writes

✔︎ art with #birdie-art

✔︎ commissions: OPEN (see post here)

[birrdies]

i miss cletho send tweet

[breathaaaaa]

wip

[reddbug27]

i drew them or something la la la

[mizucanbite]

This post is dedicated to the deep and sincere love for Birdie <3 and everything they do

I defended the exam by designing a book based on their work "everywhere, everything", I had to read the whole story again for integrity and cry like the very first time

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[solargeist]

punching a guy to death in a cactus ring could be considered gay sex

[birrdies]

dead men walking

[birrdies]

“I won’t kill anyone.” The voice comes in a harsh, desperate whisper. 

Scar turns his head to the shadowed stranger at the end of the bar, face now blocked by another shorter man with darker skin and a curly head of hair— not the unruly kind that makes someone look like a wild animal, but rather the expensive kind. The kind maintained by proper salves and balms made from expensive, exotic plants from lands Scar’s never heard of. His clothes, too, are fine. Scar can tell even from behind, finely tailored lines no man bred and born of the desert would care for, let alone iron wrinkles out of. 

The strange pair have caught Cleo’s attention too. They’ve gone rigid, turned toward Scar but eyes heavy on the pair at the opposite end. Their hand hovers at the bar’s edge, fingers inches from dipping underneath where Scar’s sure their rifle is hidden away. It’s strange, the possessiveness that comes across their face, usually a pale slate so impassive and uncaring. 

Maybe they do take kindly to strays— at least, one stray in particular. 

The curly-haired aristocrat slides from the stool, and it’s then that Scar catches sight of a piece of paper held in the other stranger’s hands. 

“Let’s step outside, yeah?” The aristocrat says, a demand more than any kind of request, but the rest of his words are submerged by the swell of racket of a brawl stirring up by the poker tables, that exquisite silver pistol held in the air with a thumb on the hammer. They start to yell and shove, but Scar doesn’t look away from the pair, the aristocrat leading the stranger away through the back of the Yard, but he can still hear the man’s triumphant laugh. 

But all Scar can hear is the sweet, savory song of opportunity.

[draculism]

ahem. well you could draw a straight line between 'i need my shulkers nyeow" to shade-e-e to the washed jokes to the wool fort burning down to arsonists anonymous. etho is always willing to deliberately put himself in a losing position (whether by inviting ridicule from or being the villain others rally against) if it makes the content better

[theoptia]

H.P. Blavatsky, from Isis Unveiled (Vol. 1 & 2): A Master-Key to the Mysteries of Ancient and Modern Science and Theology

Text ID: As above, so it is below. That which has been, will return again. As in heaven, so on earth.

[vinhderys]

everyone get more cletho pilled NOW!!!!

[breatha-number-two]

[birrdies]

at risk of sounding melodramatic when does writer’s block stop being writer’s block and when does it become just a fundamental inability to write anymore? a year? two? whatever it is I think I’m there. like not even any ideas I care about when two years ago I was having so many I couldn’t keep up with them like what gives, dude

[csikcsek]

Etho's fish shop!

[kojitheopossum]

artfight attack on @panidanya of its knight au !!!

[breatha-number-two]

[reddbug27]

old married couple

(jun 19, 2026)