#birdbrainiac

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LINE!

If I get 10 “LINE!” ‘s the mun will record themselves saying something IN CHARACTER as their Muse.

5/10!

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Send ◎ and my muse will compare yours to a food.

"Boba. They look like little ugly marbles but taste good."

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[clothing meme as promised (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ] Red doesn't know how to feel when, flopped on the couch like a noodle, he looks over to see Griffin snuggled up to his cape. On one hand, he's happy— because if the guy's s l e e p i n g he's not t a l k i n g— but isn't this a bit... chummy? Especially as the cape's still attached to him...❝ Hey. ❞ < It's only weird if you make it weird... > ❝ Let go, and I'll swap you a real blanket. ❞

Your muse walks back into the room, only to find my muse curled up into a ball, sound asleep. Upon further inspection, they find that my muse is hugging one of your character’s belongings to their chest. What do they do?

Sorry, Red. Exhaustion and sickness- even chemically induced- were never a fun combo. He’d get Griffin looking up at him with eyes

                            clouded, slightly pained

begging for more sleep, not exactly comprehending words. The cape would not be relinquished, Griffin would not wake up enough to be reasoned with, and he’d fall back into a fuzzy sleep.

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yo ¥

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | no| if i was drunk enoughFavorite thing about them: At least he didn’t let me lose my hands. Least favorite thing about them: Okay, so, it was going to rain. I had to pee. And what does this fucker do? Punch me in the jaw.

[kryptonianboy]

bird-brainiac:

' Surprised ‘ didn’t even come close to pegging how Tim felt to be plucked up, like a vulture’s next meal, from his nest of paperwork and folders and cold cups of coffee. The pencil he was chewing on fell with a  p l u n k  as he squawked—before jabbing an elbow into his abductor’s back. 

< Ow, ow, abort, ow. >

❝ Ngh… ❞

< Frigging kryptonians… > 

He complains and grunts and complains some more. 

❝ Conner Kent, put me down! ❞

           ( conner doesn’t really seem to care that tim is digging              into his back with his elbows as he hoists him up and              a w a y he goes. the bird on his back is little more than              like a sack of potatoes to him as he shoots the pair of them              up up and away, right out the window.

             he can’t bring himself to keep a straight face as they skyrocket              into the midnight air of gotham, the Stars their only backdrop as              conner gets them both up to a higher altitude. )

❝No way, Timbalina; I think tonight is break night.     We’re gonna go have some fun.❞

          ( it’s also just his way of telling tim that he worked a lot harder             than he needed to. )