#birdborg

[bewitcheds]

does ismahan subscribe to the theory that if a witch eats the president, that witch should become president?

ismahan: no bc even if i dont eat the president i’m still 1000 times better than them. and everyone else

[sleuthsight-blog]

✎ FOR KEIGO JEDJWSVCD cucky?

send me ✎ and my muse will draw your character

  “ Here... I’m... not exactly good at art, so..”

[vairuler]

°｡ﾟﾟ         TWIN    TIERS    UNEVEN        /        GAZE    CARVED    INTO    FELINE    FORM  .                  attentive    is    she  !        lioness    instincts       (        *        readying    for    the    pounce  .        )        digits    intense     ‘round    blade’s    hilt        ;        every    second    tighter       ,        tighter       ,        tighter   .                    ❛                i    am    honored    you    consider    me    a    threat  .                      ❜                  buds    soaked    in    amuse  .        detect       ,        ‘pon    mouth       ,        the    most    subtle    of    all    curling  .                 ❛                  but    am    not    so    flattered    with    your    carelessness  .        sheathe    your    weapon        &        i    might    do    the    same  .                 ❜                /                @birdborg        .         ☼        . 

[pillpaused]

u and alejandro BOTH cheating on me? expect a call from my lawyer.

idk what this says…………… stuart and i both have two hands?

[kanaboni]

you could never hurt me .

❛   GENJI,   YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND.           i do not know if i can control myself for much longer.   it is difficult.   ❜   he is   :   hellion   /   satans pawn and bearer of infernal damnation.   all of their breed fall to rage that runs through veins.   his heart is as black as ink   /   vulnerose.   yet genji makes it beat beat beat.   though,   when peace is not in his mind,   he loses himself.   will lash out.   hellions are creatures of carnage and anger,   he does now want to fall into that wrath.   genji has already found his peace,   he would rather leave him than drag him down with him.   even if it breaks his heart.   (   i am a ticking time bomb,   was not made for softness but vengeance.   i will not hurt my beloved.   i will not hurt my beloved.   i will not hurt my beloved.   )   

❛   i need to find my peace.   ❜   it’s hurting him.   he aches.   feels that underlying tension ‘neath his skin.   he despises that he is this way.   he wants to be someone genji deserves,   someone his mother would be proud of,   someone his father would hate.   yet here he is,   like feline waiting to pounce on loved sparrow.   it isn’t fair to be like this.   he has been spending the recent days meditating,   calling on god who no longer listens for guidance.   and yet all he hears is the damned,   kanabo screaming for more.   more.   more.   and while his mind is clouded,   he will isolate himself.   he has to go,   and he hopes genji understands.   ❛   i do not want to hurt you.   i’m sorry.   forgive me,   genji.   ❜

[pillpaused]

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

         this  is  something  he  knows,   as  intimately  as  a  face  now  returned, given life again.   he,   sky  boy,   went  away  once;   he  does  not  think  all  he  was  returned,   and  too  many  parts  have  been  replaced  now.   (  fame  is  always  a  series  of  bloodlettings  /  organ  transplants  /  plastic  surgeries.   it  takes  like  carrion  birds.  )   AND  GRIEF!   grief  is  something  that  never  dies,   but  it  follows  loss  quietly,   it  pretends  it  can  fade.   and  who  has  he  lost?   FATHER;   soft  hand  to  hold,   softer  words  spoken.   source  of  the  laugh  that  lives  in  his  chest;   warmth  in  the  eyes  like  the  glow  of  fairground  lights  on  summer’s  eve.   SISTER;   found  treasure,   loved  like  no  other.   of  handed - down  printed  shirts,   of  honest  conversation.   gravity  suspended  on  lone  rooftop,   microphones  shared.   guitar - riffer;   not  gone  now,   but  when  she  was  his  heart  went  with  her.   LOVE;   he  who  made  pulse  flutter  like  bird’s  wings,   eased  the  air  into  lungs.   smoke  blown  by  windows;   days  in  sheets,   nights  beneath  stars.   mouth  to  write  songs  about;   tongue  sharp  as  blade  making  dimpled  smiles  well  forth.   REVENANT  /  STILL  AS  REVERED;   his  love  is  not  the  kind  that  stops.

         ❝  sometimes.  ❞   his  heart  is  a  flock  now,   taking  flight,   as  he  reaches   (  so  gently,   still  afraid  wires  of  his  brain  have  crossed  unfortunate  paths,   that  genji  is  a  dream  he  will  be  forced  to  wake  from;   he  cannot  have  been  this  lucky  twice  )   to  place  fingers  calloused  from  playing  and  playing  against  bared  cheek.   is  he  meant  to  fear,   to  see  machine  and  not  grown  soul  so  loved,   loved,   loved?   how  could  he?   ❝  but  i  think  you  did.  different,   maybe…  ❞   he  cannot  help  himself;   hand  shifts  to  touch  metal,   just  as  sweetly.   ❝  definitely  different.   but  still  genji,   yeah?  ❞   a  smile  now,   thing  of  both  relief  and  plea   (  PLEASE,   HEAR  ME;   I  WILL ALWAYS  LOVE  YOU.   I  WILL  LOVE  THESE  NEW  PARTS,   FOR  THEY  ARE  OF  YOU  )   as  touch  returns  to  synthetic  skin.   ❝  feels  like  it,   to  me.  ❞   it  is  at  times  like  these  he  wishes  his  eyes  could  still  be  read;   they  look  into  genji’s  all  the  same.   ❝  looks  like  it,   too.  ❞   rarely  does  he  know  what  to  say,   and  tone  is  already  back  to  trembling,   not  with  fear  but  with  yet  another  brief  lapse  from  it.   his  feelings  are  bought  and  sold;   now  this  private  honesty  crowds  tears  in  the  corners  of  blackened  eyes  like  stars  against  night  sky,   threatening  to  fall.   ❝  you  did,   you  came  back  to  me.   please,   don’t  go  again.  ❞

[titanslayer]

      ` would you like a pride sticker, `  his face, his clothes — both are covered in pink, purple, blue.  ` i got ... lots extra. `  / @birdborg

[reptlian-archive]

also what does leik'r think of reality tv

       leik’r  has  heard  people  yelling  that  reality  tv  isn’t  reflective  of  humanity  —  but  oh  boy  ,  he  would  beg  to  differ  .  he  initially  thought  it  was  silly  ,  no  ,  that  can’t  be  accurate  !  but  as  he  witnessed  human  behaviour  ,  studied  them  ,  he  realised  that  yes  —  those  programs  are  dramatised  ,  but  they  are  such  an  accurate  representation  of  the  dramatics  of  humankind  .  he  does  enjoy  watching  it  sometimes  ,  if  only  to  cringe  &  laugh  at  humans  .

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