#murderbird

[astralfangz]

what am I even doing

[snivelgear]

I totally did not completely forget about these

mostly experimental doodles from when I first started drawing them

[dwmmphotography]

Unattended tripods will be requisitioned as hunting perches.

[thecoffeeisblack]

Detailing the floof on the king of murder birds.

[viperyuri]

i didnt realize its been over a year since i first coined ravenx106 as murderbird, im glad to know im trepang yaoi jesus.

[modofpitchpatch]

Murdie doing murdie things

[shangtusianheroes]

@hoverboardhoodlums

The rapping on the door came in an almost rhythmic tune, like a certain Christmas carol! after several more moments the same rapping continued! Of course on the other side of the door was none other then the---tall canine girl. Being just about 4' in height she was likely to be taller then most mobians. In her hands was a silver platter with a series of rice balls, and glass of some kind of juice, and a few small biscuits!

" HIIIIIIII! Would you like something to eat? I know when i first arrived to Avalice i was like---WOWIEE i'm so hungry! haha and the i was stuck in a sewer!? and by the time i got out i was starved! "

Takes a deep breath

" OH i'm Right i'm Milla! nice to meet you! "

[murderbirdcomics]

Introducing Murderbird

Murderbird is a four beaked monstrosity with wire thin legs and a wilted flower growing out of his head.

I’m not sure if Murderbird appeared after my brain injury or if that just make him more apparent.

He comes to me when I want to murder someone or set their house on fire or get all their friends to disown them, but I can’t do that because that would make me a bad person.

To be clear: I’m bad a being a person, but I’m not a bad person.

This is the story of my woke-ass coworker, Rick. Rick is liberal (for Oklahoma) and very proud of it. But the last few days he has been misgendering me.

Rick: [Talking about me in front of me] She just really likes to--

Me: He.

Rick: What?

Me: You said she.

Rick: I’m so sorry.

Not yet, Murderbird. I got this. Everybody makes mistakes. I misgender myself sometimes, too.

Me: It’s okay. No big deal.

--

It happens again that day, and after I correct him, he has this tragic look on his face.

Rick: [Stepping close to me] I’m better than this.

Hold off, Murderbird.

Me: It’s okay.

--

The next day it happens again, and I’m thinking, Bro (he always says bro. He’s a bro-liberal), just stop talking about me in the third person, and this won’t keep happening.

Me: He. My pronouns are he/him.

Not yet, Murderbird. I can handle this. I can. I can’t afford to murder someone at work. This time he says:

Rick: I’m sorry. I corrected someone else a few days ago, and somehow I got mixed up.

I guess he expected a medal? Or a high-five? Like I should be so grateful he was correcting other people that I’d like his shit slide.

I didn’t murder him. I did throw a wadded up piece of paper at him. He laughed but looked suitably chastised.

--

But y’all, it happened again that SAME day.

Rick: She blah blah blah.

And there was no hiding it. No holding back. Murderbird was here.

I smacked Rick (light-ishly) with my notebook and said,

Me: You suck so bad right now. [strained laughter and an eye twitch]

It. Felt. So. Good.

Until he started moping, and I had to comfort him.

Rick: I’m just so disappointed in myself.

Fine. Be disappointed in yourself, bro-liberal. I want to Murderbird you.