“Let me brush your hair, you look a mess.” Perennial turned to pick up the hair brush from Amy’s dressing table.
“What hair; I’m practically bald.”
“Don’t be so dramatic! Honestly, Darling, I don’t know where you get such an attitude from.”
Amy sighed thinking back to that night as her mother tugged the brush through her short hair. She remembered plenty, but she wasn’t going to tell anyone that, especially not her mother. She knew she actually went for a walk with Lorey, not on her own, and how he ran away when the birds came. She remembered the sounds of his shoes crunching against the ground before the birds’ cries drowned out the sound. Amy squeezed her eyes shut at the memory.
“That’s enough, thank you, Mother. I want to be alone to finish my paintings.”
“Make sure to get some more rest, Darling.” Peri put the brush back down on Amy’s dressing table. “I know you don’t like it, but the short hair suits you.”
i read "Todays bird is: an unnamed baby owl from my brothers work at a bird rehab" as "Todays bird is: an unarmed baby owl from my brothers work at a bird rehab" and had so many questions
Sorry for all the shit posts but I'm not feeling great ( stomach issues ) and these have lifted my spirits a little bit so thank you everyone.
Also something cute instead. Warning, real birb pictures below in case you have triggers. These birbs do not trigger me as others do but I thought to put the warning up anyways.
heehee hoohoo I was brainstorming for a sci-fi game earlier and I realized that one of the characters would be REALLY FUN as a merc! And so now I have a new merc blorbo (merblo) to rotate in my head with Dorothea
that is all, I hope you are having a good day, giving u a lil smeck on the forehead and putting a clementine in ur bag
👀 jinx i would love to hear about your sci-fi game. and also this character and any other characters you have brainstormed for ANYTHING if you would ever like to share.
also if you keep givin me smecks on the forehead and we're gonna end up like thIS
Grian, texting Iskall: Help, I'm being kidnapped!
Iskall: WHAT?! Where are you?!
Grian: In a car with a strange person. Help me!
Iskall: I'm going to call Mumbo
Mumbo, answering his phone: Hello?
Iskall: Where's Grian? He told me he was being kidnapped.
Mumbo: Kidnapped? What do you mean, he's right here next to me—
Mumbo:
Mumbo: I'll call you back.
Mumbo: I JUST HAD A MUSTACHE TRIM! IT'S NOT THAT BAD!
Grian: WHO ARE YOU?!
Everything was still until it wasn’t. A thousand thousand crows, shadows in the night sky, flocked to the ruins and descended trapping Amy in a whirlwind of feathers and she didn’t know which way was up anymore. They tugged and they flapped and they squawked. She couldn’t hear a thing except their wings beating down and their screams.
Amy covered her head with her hands but the crows ignored her flailing and pulled through her hair and they pecked and they clawed and she fell on her back. Her wand skittered away and she knew she didn’t have the strength to try any magic without it. A sliver of moonlight shone down around her but the moon couldn’t help her now that the night was full of murder.