#birb bois

[altocat]

All three remnants have one wing like Sephiroth except is a baby wing so they NEVER use them.

Their wings are just useless little stubs hehe. The three of them are basically just fluffy little babies.

Kadaj is the loudest and hungriest of the bunch. They eagerly wait for Sephiroth to fly in and bring them some food (he won't).

[archivedantiques]

I'm working on a story on AO3! - Collecting Feathers

(A Sanses x Reader fic)

A story where Reader- who works at a Bakery- gets entangled up in a life where they're now trying to hide (and house) a couple beings of the most dangerous land-born species in existence.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Feel free to check it out- there are four chapters up as of this moment and I'm currently working on the fifth!

(This sort of, uh, Fantasy fic is inspired by Llama_Goddess!)

[funky-lady]

Gotta love the blond British birb squad… welcome to the team, Jimmy!! You’ll fit right in with Phil, Grian and Tommy, don’t worry!!

[allykatsart]

@leobashi Doodles of the bois!!! Because they are in my head!! They are adorable!!!

Logan steals things. Not big things but he find himself just hoarding a lot of things that are not his. Pens, bottlecaps, bottle openers, paperclips, erasers, etc. He probably has a nest with all his lil trinkets stashed away.

Also, the last sketch is of if they were crow vs raven height. Henrik is a big boi!!!

[helzello]

Of Feathers and Freedom

Phil's wings are the sky, reaching forever to the ends of the horizon. An endless void with a tapestry sewn of stars. Iridescent and inky, coloured and colourless, an eternal paradox.

They are the gleam of adventure reflected in the iris.

The existential dread at the end of days.

Guidance in the moment of greatest need.

An ocean of light whose tides rise and fall with the formation and collapse of galaxies.

But if Phil's wings are the sky- all encompassing and vast- Tommy's are cloud. Weightless, yet almost tangible in comparison.

Tommy's wings are the golden glow of a hundred setting suns.

Thunder roiling deep within glacial valleys.

A culmination of ember and ash, or the first deep breath of fog in the early morning.

As unpredictable as the winds they ride upon. They can be destruction incarnate, or the first signs of healing upon scorched earth.

Where Tommy floats, Phil soars.

The World's Architect, and a thief- as loud as they come.

Underage hero, and the immortal as old as time.

Opposites in all ways that are thought to count. And yet-, and yet there they stand. Hysterical laughter barely constrained at the cliff's edge.

Creation and adventure. Impulsivity and innovation. recklessness in the face of danger.

They are heedless. They are wild. uncontrolled. Chaos.

This. This is-

In its purest form-

it's-

Freedom

[kaizuart]

Drew a Birb Mage boi for @crimson-chains because she drew Jack for me!

[jaxxsoxxn]

Some fanart of the best boi and dadza

I don't know how to draw birbs

[nufinku]

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