Bird Boy

This is a multiverse semi-selective RP blog for Warren Worthington the Third largely based on comic verses. Established Apr. 2017 and written by Beth. RULES, VERSES AND FURTHER INFO HERE

[originalbirdboy]

❝ Savior... killer... harbinger of hope or destruction... I am unsure who -- or what -- I am. But I'd like to find out. ❞   // indie Warren Worthington RP est. April 2017

                                                                                             promo made by @mtchstck

[originalbirdboy]

Okay so I tried to be here some more but the deal is thus; I'm not super enjoying my blog at the moment and I'm going to place it on hiatus for however long.

If you'd like to write with me on discord, ask me for it and I'll be there! I'd love to still write with people from here, this blog just isn't super comfy for me atm and until I figure out what I can do to change that, I won't be here much. Also my life is pretty busy atm and I don't really have time to be here.

[originalbirdboy]

So! It has truly been a minute. As much as I love Warren and used to love this blog, I think the tumblr RP community is something that I’m now done with in my life. I’ve been on here for years (probably like 8+ including the last year) but I’ve moved away.

I still love to write Warren though, so if anyone wants to write him with me, let me know and message me for my discord! I’ll try to remember to check this blog every so often! I hope you’re all well! <3

[originalbirdboy]

Okay so I tried to be here some more but the deal is thus; I'm not super enjoying my blog at the moment and I'm going to place it on hiatus for however long.

If you'd like to write with me on discord, ask me for it and I'll be there! I'd love to still write with people from here, this blog just isn't super comfy for me atm and until I figure out what I can do to change that, I won't be here much. Also my life is pretty busy atm and I don't really have time to be here.

[originalbirdboy]

So! It has truly been a minute. As much as I love Warren and used to love this blog, I think the tumblr RP community is something that I’m now done with in my life. I’ve been on here for years (probably like 8+ including the last year) but I’ve moved away.

I still love to write Warren though, so if anyone wants to write him with me, let me know and message me for my discord! I’ll try to remember to check this blog every so often! I hope you’re all well! <3

[originalbirdboy]

Okay so I tried to be here some more but the deal is thus; I'm not super enjoying my blog at the moment and I'm going to place it on hiatus for however long.

If you'd like to write with me on discord, ask me for it and I'll be there! I'd love to still write with people from here, this blog just isn't super comfy for me atm and until I figure out what I can do to change that, I won't be here much. Also my life is pretty busy atm and I don't really have time to be here.

[originalbirdboy]

Okay so I tried to be here some more but the deal is thus; I'm not super enjoying my blog at the moment and I'm going to place it on hiatus for however long.

If you'd like to write with me on discord, ask me for it and I'll be there! I'd love to still write with people from here, this blog just isn't super comfy for me atm and until I figure out what I can do to change that, I won't be here much. Also my life is pretty busy atm and I don't really have time to be here.

[originalbirdboy]

Okay so I tried to be here some more but the deal is thus; I'm not super enjoying my blog at the moment and I'm going to place it on hiatus for however long.

If you'd like to write with me on discord, ask me for it and I'll be there! I'd love to still write with people from here, this blog just isn't super comfy for me atm and until I figure out what I can do to change that, I won't be here much. Also my life is pretty busy atm and I don't really have time to be here.

[originalbirdboy]

maximummuses​:

Logan looked down, then back at Angel, then back down again, before taking another swig of his beer.  All things considered, between his two real options for codenames, anyways, Wolverine was the preferable choice.  Anything would have been better than being called Weapon X ever again.  The further in the past that place was from him?  The better.

“Ain’t like I got room to talk.  You ever seen a wolverine in real life?”

Warren took a drink as he mused. Had he ever seen a wolverine in real life? He’d been to zoos but usually trips with his family had more yachts and shopping than fun family activities.

“I’m not sure that I have. I just assumed that they’d look kind of like you,” he mused, not successfully concealing his snigger as he spoke. He didn’t spend his life looking up other people’s codenames, after all.

“So you’re saying what? I should be the Eagle? The Falcon? I’m pretty sure people have monopolies on those.”

[originalbirdboy]

vjestyca​:

@originalbirdboy​ asked:  “this is literally something out of a horror movie. we should just leave now.”

—          WANDA IS NO stranger to horror.  that doesn’t mean that the fogging growing higher around their legs or the cold breeze blowing by them wasn’t eerie, it just didn’t effect wanda as much as it should.  the witch draws deeper through the fog, further on, she can see the flickering of neon lights.  what is that?  a house?  a hotel?  she blinks, then squints trying to clear the image of it. 

warren speaks and wanda hums quietly.     ❝ i do not think it will be that easy.  i think we must go forth. ❞

Warren really wasn’t loving where this was going. He might have been through a lot; some would even call him fairly tough, but he didn’t like this. If something seemed like it was like a horror movie, you should just pretend it is and get out of there. They should definitely not be determinedly walking towards it. Even as his legs continued to move, they seemed to be at odds with what his mind was saying.

“Can’t you just do some magic or something? Uncover all the secrets?” the blond was very aware that wasn’t really how it all worked, but he was desperately hoping she could give him an out.

[originalbirdboy]

badmusesdoitwell​:

💥 – Bishop meant that he didn’t want Warren to take flight, but sure. Lucas was running at a light jog, and he kept on looking at Warren through the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to outrun the blonde, he wanted to spend a nice time working out with a friend. “Don’t you have hollow bones though?” he asked. If it was the case, it would make Warren lighter and a more efficient runner, in Lucas’s opinion. 

Warren kept up with the pace pretty easily, even though he was aware that Bishop was slowing down somewhat for him. “They make things easier if I’m on, say, a treadmill.” Which was his preferred way of running, even though it was markedly less social than this. “When I’m outside it feels like it’s even more likely I’ll just be blown away.”

[originalbirdboy]

badmusesdoitwell​:

@originalbirdboy​ asked:  ‘ Somebody call the cops, because it’s got to be illegal to look that good! ‘ (Why do I feel like this is almost more Warren talking to himself? But while Emma is around?) meme tag

💎 – Emma was used to Warren at this point in her life, but hearing him say those words out loud while looking himself in the mirror, it brought her an internal smile. She watched him from the corner of her eye, placing a hand on her hip, gauging him. “I don’t know, maybe you could introduce a motion to have fashion sense outlawed on Krakoa. Most people would be safe, with their dreadful yellow clothing that does not compliment everyone’s complexion.” 

Warren’s eyes didn’t move away from himself and his posing in the mirror, stretching out his legs just right. “I don’t think so,” he said, shaking his head, a boyish grin plastered over his face as he admired himself. 

“I’ll just have to be careful not to cause a car crash or something.” Truth be told, he quite liked standing out for his fashion, and although he was blessed with his good looks, he wasn’t going to damper himself down. He turned to Emma, still showboating.

“I guess you look pretty good too,” he teased.

[originalbirdboy]

I know I said I was going to be here more, queued a ton and then disappeared again. I broke my wrist oops so that’s kind of why I disappeared. Typing is really hard with a cast and sadly my muse for Warren isn’t super strong atm.

As always, I’ll try and be around.

[originalbirdboy]

" Family isn't who you're born with, it's who you'll die for. " (from Hank?)

@impaviidus

Warren raised an eyebrow before slowly narrowing his eyes. “Is this you telling me that you’d die for me?” he asked, a little surprised. He and Hank weren’t as close as he was with the other members of their little original group of X-Men but they were exactly that.

[blackcatrph]

☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

[originalbirdboy]

blind-mutant​:

A slight frown crossed his features at Warren’s words and Rhys couldn’t help but sigh a little. One really would think that the rules would have been unspoken but present in that sort of situation, but Rhys had found that fans – mutant and human alike – tended to cross boundaries frequently. ”Most people don’t treat our personal boundaries t’ same ‘cause we’re famous. A little piece of us gets 'em a whole lot of money, or fame. Or infamy, dependin’ on what t'ey do. I figure it’s better to lay down rules before dealing wit’ anot'er person in my space 'fore t'ey cut off a chunk of my hair or do somet'ing worse.” He didn’t want to do such things, of course. It was just necessary. He hadn’t ever gone so far as to make someone sign a contract when they were in his personal space… but it was tempting, on the off chance they did something particularly harmful. Although he rather wished that he had made people sign some sort of contract before the party, because someone had thought to hurt someone he had invited as a personal guest. The person probably hadn’t realised that it had hurt, but it would have been pretty shitty if they had merely torn off a piece of an elaborate costume too. It was completely unacceptable. ”No one t'at I know of. Sorta makes yeh feel like a diva if yeh have to go to such drastic measures. It’s honestly a little embarrassing to walk around wit’ security,” he agreed and scrunched up his nose at the thought. It probably would have felt even worse for Warren, since it hadn’t been his party. It was only a shame that some fans made it difficult to want to spend time around them on the off chance they pulled stupid stunts like the person who had pulled out Warren’s feathers. Rhys hummed softly and moved a few steps towards the door, unaware of how Warren felt about how Rhys had touched his wings. It hadn’t seemed intimate in the moment but if the blind man had thought about it, it definitely had been. Although any lover who got to touch such warm, feathery and soft appendages was a lucky person indeed. ”What sort of drink do yeh want? I can go get it.”

Warren had been lucky enough that his size meant most people didn’t treat him as an object. His wings were soft and fluffy but they were also very large and that meant they were pretty intimidating. Plus, they hurt if you were on the wrong side of a strong push from them. “Have people ever done that? Cut off some of your hair, I mean.” It was his most iconic feature, apart from his blindness, of course. It was probably the easiest thing that someone could sell if they got their hands on it; equal to a feather from his wing, at least.

At least one positive was coming from all of this. He and Rhys had found something pretty in common between the two of them. Yes, it was them complaining about how security was annoying to have invading on their parties, and that was a niche problem to have, but it was still something in common between the two of them. 

“I hate it. You’d think that having a band around you would be enough in terms of eyes watching but it’s not anymore.” Or maybe they were just more famous now. Gone were the days where they were the warm up act or playing a small club full of people who loved music and stuck to their boundaries. Success was all he’d ever wanted but it seemed like it was a double edged sword.

“I was just going to get something easy.” He paused for a few seconds, as if assessing Rhys. “WIll you laugh at me if I ask you to get me a vodka cranberry?”

[originalbirdboy]

shattered-catalyst​:

Fingers marred with scars drum on the table beside his coffee cup. This wasnt boding well for him and he could just smell the plot induced dilemma brewing in this particular situation. It was so easy to see: teen hero must confront his discomfort and trauma with his special ability to help a time displaced version of his friend. Nope not happening. Seen the netflix docu-series on that one.

“Warren, matters of time and dimension has their way of evening themselves out. I am certain if you are patient you will somehow find a way back to your time or be sent back in some manner of happenstance.” He was trying to stay neutral and gentle with Warren, after all he was friends with the Older counterpart so he was technically also friends with this one too. But then Warren drops that last part and his blood runs cold.

Empty creamer cups dance as a small vibration shudders through the table. It takes him a good half minute to pull himself together enough not to shake the whole building from the mere idea of people knowing about that. Eyes dark he paints a grim picture, tilting his head up with haughty suspicion. “What all did they say?”

Warren set his jaw, jutting his lip out in something that was almost a pout, although he would argue it wasn’t entirely there yet. What was the point of finding a mutant who could jump through time if they wouldn’t even help him? All he wanted was to go home. He deserved that much, didn’t he?

“They might do but so far everyone just says we’ve got to wait it out. ‘You should like the future’ they say, but I hate it. I just want to go home.” He huffed and took one of his fries, chewing it with the kind of aggression that shouldn’t be possible on such a pretty priviledged face. He didn’t want to wait for someone to find a solution. They weren’t working hard enough and he wanted to go home now.

“They just said you had a different way of time travel. Like it wasn’t science or magic or whatever else everyone else has been using. I don’t think they were going to get in touch with you.” Which is why Warren had to. He had to exhaust every single chance that he could get back.

[originalbirdboy]

cxpt​:

Maybe he’d been a bit too hard on Warren, maybe he shouldn’t have suggested driving this whole way when they could’ve easily taken a jet from SHIELD or Stark. At least if they’d gone that route they wouldn’t have the issues they were currently dealing with. Or maybe he could’ve double checked the car to make certain it was in good working order before they left. Either way, he was going to take the blame for this and hopefully they could get what they needed so they could get back on the road again. First, though, Steve needed to get them both over the immediate ire they were both feeling.  Being at each other’s throats wasn’t going to solve anything. He knew it would make things worse. But if they could get over this and  get moving again? They just might survive.

“I’ll hold you to that then.” He was trying to look out for this kid. The last thing he wanted to do was make things worse. There was also the fact that he wasn’t the lightest person in the world. He could easily exhaust Warren before they got to the town and then they’d be forced to walk even further. But the other wanted to do this and while he could easily put his foot down he decided to give him a chance. Steve trusted that he wouldn’t let them fall to the ground. And maybe he could get them all he way to the town. It would at least save them some walking. “We should probably get  going then before we start to run out of daylight.”

Warren couldn’t complain about the drive overall. It reminded him of time spent with his friends before it all got too complicated and he assumed Steve wanted to make it exactly that: a bonding expereince between the two of them. He didn’t plan for them to break down though, he knew that much. It would likely only help with the whole bonding thing but the last thing that the winged man had wanted was to be stuck in the middle of nowhere waiting to be rescued. Just the idea of being the damsel in distress made him uncomfortable. But working through a problem, that was something that the two of them could do and they’d come out of it stronger. That was the plan at least.

He stepped up towards Steve and wrapped his arms a little awkwardly around his chest before pushing off, giving his wings the space to flap away. He wasn’t so sure what the other had been worrying about; compared to Hank he was practically a featherweight. Sure, he didn’t try to carry Hank for long distances, but they would get through it. “You’re not too bad actually and look we can see the sunset starting from up here.”

[originalbirdboy]

blind-mutant​:

These were the reasons why Rhys sometimes wished that Warren could have left this side of his life to just be… himself. Although what he did with the X-Men was more dangerous, social situations like the one that they were stuck in that evening were almost worse. Rhys didn’t care about these people or their opinions, but Warren did. For some reason, all of these boring socialites who Rhys had nothing in common with seemed to dictate the direction in which Warren’s life might go in. It was preposterous. If only they weren’t linked to Warren’s business. If only Rhys wasn’t someone that Warren could be ashamed of. Rhys pursed his lips to create a thin, pale – well, paler – line where they normally sat. He seemed to chew on his words for a moment, caught between the urge to yell at Warren for being so insensitive or to cry because he really didn’t know a fucking thing. After a few moments, he downed his drink instead and let out a long sigh once he’d swallowed down the alcohol. He felt bristly and angry, and rather exhausted already. ”Guess yer right. I don’t know anyt'ing so no one should talk to me,” he agreed, finally. He wanted another drink. Actually, he wanted a lot more than one but Rhys felt that he could quickly become a source of embarrassment for Warren if he drank too much. On the other hand, Rhys wondered if he cared at that moment. Warren already seemed embarrassed by him. It was only good that no one had pounced, yet. It was likely to happen and Rhys wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done. He supposed that he could play polite and stupid. After all, he was just Warren’s blind, albino boyfriend. For all anyone knew, he could have been some sort of alternative model or an unknown musician. Perhaps he could pretend he didn’t know English very well. ”Fine. I’ll try to enjoy it.” Rhys’ voice was quiet as he noticed the gentleman who had approached. Rhys wished more than anything that he could have hidden away like a member of the staff. He wondered if he could have found someone to lead him to a break room where he could have gotten drunk and passed out. Because, why not? Although, for the moment he stood by Warren’s side and half-listened to the older man and his boyfriend speak about boring business crap. Ugh. Thank god no one probably thought Rhys looked any sort of intelligent. Maybe his stupidity would come in handy at the gala. Or not. He pressed a little closer to Warren as he sensed a group of people who he thought must have been women coming their way. They probably wanted to gossip. Maybe he really would pretend he couldn’t speak English. He didn’t want to gossip or talk business. He didn’t know about either subject anyhow, and he almost hoped that his strange appearance would have made people avoid him.

Warren tucked his arm firmly around Rhys as he engaged in the conversation about business, ignoring Rhys’ dig at himself but also not correcting him like he should have done. He was acting like his father and in the back of his mind he knew that, but he also was just thinking about getting through the gala unscathed. He wouldn’t assess his actions until tomorrow and see how awful he had been, but the fact was that bringing Rhys here was and always had been a risk.

He wanted to be out about his relationship and always had. He loved his boyfriend more than he had loved anyone in his life but he also was very aware that he didn’t fit into the mould of everyone that was expected here. The partners of the people he worked with were largely thin blonde women who had very little personality. Those who had male partners fit them into the same mould and Warren loathed it but he wished he could have done the same. Rhys was just so alternative in comparison to those around them right now. He stuck out like a sore thumb and for once Warren felt like he was bending to that, hiding the important things about them both like he did with his wings. It would protect them as much as it would hurt them.

By the end of the conversation he’d agreed to go golfing with the man (not his favourite sport but it would do) as well as bring Rhys along for a business dinner at a restaurant with his wife. Having a partner at this kind of event really did open up doors with older men who were for the most part settled down, even if he’d been very confused with what to make of his boyfriend. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Warren asked, voice low as he gestured over a waiter who was carrying glasses of champagne. He finished his own drink with a fast gulp before placing his glass onto the tray alongside the one he pried from Rhys’ fingers. He was quick to replace them both, ensuring they didn’t have empty hands.

The gossiping women then descended on them, one attempting to drape herself onto Warren’s shoulder. He took it with an awkward chuckle and a handsome as always smile, squeezing Rhys’ waist softly as they clucked as they looked at his hair, cane and suit. 

“Is your hair real?” one woman asked, twirling it around her finger with no concern for Rhys’ boundaries as she did so. Warren kept his smile as best he could, well aware that crossing into Rhys’ personal space was often something he hated. He just willed that he wouldn’t make a scene.