#( interaction: birdie. )

[alish-artie]

What a weird family.

Bonus :

[kikieseverywhere]

Guys look...

a funnybunny o_o

[lambystarboy]

Blankies fort !!!! Yay !!!! And got my sippy and a nice outfits hehe

[birdsribcage]

[birrdies]

they are everything to me

[theodosiani]

If Bonnie babbles at you and you don't answer back? Birdie Greatly Disapproves.

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Cousins playdate 🩷

Part 1

Little Acier belongs to @1phoebe1

(no leviathans were hurt during the playdate -> this is a plushie)

[ultimate-swordsman]

”Swordd!!! You okay?”

-@rocketfromphighting

-> Sword's feathers fluff up at hearing Rocket's voice. Fuck, did Medkit let him in? -> He fumbled a little before speaking, his voice coming out softer than normal. "I-I'm fine!" -> He didn't sound fine...

[crimsoncleaver]

tag dump

🥩i hope i served you well / ask 🥩a special for you / in character 🥩countertop conversation / interaction 🥩another complaint? / banhammer 🥩robotic remains / biograft 🥩barbecued beef / boombox 🥩hellhound special / coil 🥩singed sniper / hyperlaser 🥩vallant samurai / katana 🥩minced venison / medkit 🥩two limbs lost / rocket 🥩esteemed regular / scythe 🥩venomous rat / shuriken 🥩crimson shake / skateboard 🥩respected rival / slingshot 🥩rotten buffet / subspace 🥩little birdie / sword 🥩benevolent blossom / vinestaff

[littlecrawlerr]

my duckie :333

[blaiddllodi]

“Um, excuse me...?”

Her voice is light, like a breeze over grasslands, and it announces her presence before he can truly hear her approaching. When he does turn, he’s greeted with Mark’s smile, poking out from behind her bangs. She gives a small curtsey, then folds her hands in front of her. “May I speak with you a moment, Dimitri?”

“I am, um, submitting some paperwork... to the administration,” she begins. As ever, her words are endlessly deliberate, carefully enunciated, like they were the only words she’d ever get to say. “I am changing, um, my affiliation. I believe I would be able to, um, do more, as a librarian.” She pauses, gathers the rest of her sentence. “There is, um, a section on the form, for House changes, as well.” She wrings her hands. “I, um, was wondering... if you have space, in your House, for a tactician.” Her gaze falls. “I, um, don’t have any... alligiance, to my current House. But, um, I’ve really liked, following you.”

Dimitri was used to being approached, for one thing or another. It came with his lot – as prince, as house leader, as a skilled combatant in the training pit, and as a young man who generally attempted to make himself of some use in a busy space with work to be done. It wasn't quite that there were steps that approached, stuttered to a stop – it was the voice that accompanied, soft and tentative, but in the end familiar.

"Ah! Mark, good day." He dipped his head in greeting to her, the polite mirror to her curtsey. Dimitri cocked his head expectantly. "Yes, of course, how may I be of assistance?"

He had spoken to Mark on few enough occasions, but they had been pleasant nonetheless – somehow, in spite of the undercurrent of loss that suffused them in both instances, once on the archipelago where they had both been sent away in failure, and the second just days ago during the candy collection game.

His fingers fiddled with one another a bit – he still had yet to make it up to her, hadn't he?

"Ah, yes, the paperwork can be quite daunting at first, I have heard – if it's help in figuring out which sections to fill out, I can surely help with -"

But the rest of it caught him aback.

She had...liked following him?

If it were one of Faerghan blood, this might have been a statement that might have been less surprising – perhaps even expected, something he had been conditioned to hear and to accept with grace. It was his blood right, it was his legacy, it was his burden to bear. But in the recent months, he had...felt himself slipping, the ground unsteady beneath his feet when it came to currying to loyalty of those who had not already pledged, and Dimitri had found himself wondering if he was worth following to begin with.

"You...you wish to join the Blue Lions?" For him? He blinked once, twice, a fluttering motion of pleased surprise before the smile cracked on his features. "I – yes, of course! We would be delighted to have your skills in our house! We could all learn from your experiences, I believe – that is, if you are certain that you would like to share them with us. Please, if you choose to join us, it would be my honor - !"

[birdietrait]

feeling mushy + running on 2 hours of sleep but i just wanted to say how much i love being here on simblr

[paperpeachy]

just a goil w a workplace crush

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @sweetapparitions

“you didn’t?” olivia’s head cocks to the side, she figured that might would’ve been implied which is why she didn’t think to run through her outfits of choice with birdie prior. besides, “just… act like it’s a bikini, you know? even if you can maybe see a little more than you would…” trails off before shaking her head, shifting where she kneels on the bed to be a little closer to the edge and therefore closer to her friend. “are you sure? if it’s making you uncomfortable, i can ask someone else.”

[inmentemusae]

rubiesintherough asked:

“ unexpected guest “ ( birdie / connor )

Having just finished a busy shift at the hospital, Connor had just arrived at the door of his condo. He stopped briefly to pull his keys out of his pocket before placing them into the lock and unlocking the door. A sigh escaped his lips as he opened the door and went inside, closing and locking the door at his back. Turning to take his shoe and jacket off after placing his keys down. As he does this he soon feels a chill coming through the house. Had he left a window open? Surely not, he had not had any open before going to work over 12 hours ago. Making his way into the sitting room he notices the curtains moving at the balcony doors. Upon closer inspection, he notices it has been forced open somehow. Looking around, he soon found a small set of footprints leading towards the bedroom. Cautiously he followed them until he reached the door sitting ajar, so he paused to think what to do next? Taking a deep breath he enters his room, turning on the light as he passed the switch. Pausing as he sees her there resting on his bed and can tell that she is injured, but not how badly. Connor seems to recognise her face, but from where? "Hey...." was the word that came out of his mouth. What else could be said, he waits for a response.

@rubiesintherough Accepting// unexpected guest

[tsuyalovebot]

i didn't expect make him lose his cool to do as good as it did. i'm beyond ecstatic that so many people agree with the yearner caleb agenda. ( ^ - ^ )