what do you look for in a husband?
me:

did sm comms i forgot about social media posting omfg

a digital drawing of a handsome magpie guy. fuck around find out is written on the border, and the background appears to be a wheat field

a digital drawing of a hippo man, surrounded by flames. he looks angry, hence the words "big angry boy" below him

a screenshot of a fanfic sample Someone To Devour (characters belong to catallarii) “Me?” “Indeed. That is what I said.” “But—” “Rin, was it?” The old deacon frowned, folding his spindly arms. “You would turn down an offer from our Reverend Father, to whom the Almighty Lord entrusted this Church?” They were standing in the narthex, just outside the worship space. The heavy doors were shut. Rin had never been permitted further entry. He stared at the train of the deacon’s robes, the woven fibers so thin they conspired to look like polished marble. There was a word for them. Rin didn’t know it. “Have you yet been configured to Him?” the deacon asked impatiently. “I’ve… I’ve been coming here for a few weeks. My twin sister—” The deacon didn’t let him finish. “Sister Ri, yes. An exemplary novice, she is. Chaste. Obedient.” He enunciated those two words like a ruler snapping over Rin’s knuckles. “She entered our convent over a year ago. But you…” Pride. Fear. An assuredness he could strike out on his own, and his shame at being forced to crawl back. Once a worthless orphan, always a worthless orphan. “I regret it,” Rin said, not lifting his gaze. It was the truth. “Apologize to your immortal soul, not to me.” The deacon’s eyes remained fixed like icy river stones. He seemed to be inspecting Rin as one would a piece of trash on the side of the road. “That you will be Father Eike’s new altar server…” His lip curled. “You have a great deal to learn.” “I’ll do my best not to—” There came the sound of footsteps. Feeling a weight descend on his shoulder, Rin froze. Feathers and fur ghosted his cheek. “Would you look at that. There is a beam in your eye, Deacon,” a deep voice rumbled. “Take care not to trip on it in the middle of Mass this evening.”

a screenshot of a fanfic sample Fear is Sweet Writing by Piamo | Characters by Kiki Evening. The scent of damp leaves and soil hung heavy in the air. The moon sat on high, white as a tooth embedded in one’s throat. Zari stared up at it. The moon stared back. Night after night, the same sterile moon. Same composition. Different face. “I’m not ready. Please, n-not yet, not yet…” “Are you… Death?” “Banshee! Specter! Demon! You did this! Get thee behind me!” Zari reached toward the skyey glow. Her grasping claw, enshrined in black tendrils, seemed capable of snuffing out the stars. What a miserable fate. Green embers danced in her vision. On a night like this, in a city crawling with monsters, she was by far the most monstrous— “Hey, lady! Sick costume!” A tiny object pegged Zari between the eyes. A herd of teenage boys passed her by, whistling and hooting. Spirited by the wheels under their feet, they were out of view again in less than a minute. Zari’s claw dropped limply to her side. She glanced down. By her foot was a… “Tootsie Roll.” Hmn. To a Death Omen like her, the flippancy of mortals was both tiresome and tragic. She knelt down and inspected the piece of candy. The one who threw it would die of lung cancer in thirty years. You could tell by the fingerprints. Sure enough, she caught a whiff of cigarette fumes. “My daughter. You and I, like our ancestors before us, have a sworn duty to uphold. To govern the cycle of life and death. Light cannot exist without dark; song cannot exist without silence. This is your destiny. It is who you are, Zaria. As for that girl—” As Zari walked, leaves decayed into rot underfoot. She wandered the city for what felt like days. When her feet finally clicked to a halt, she knew she was the closest she would ever feel to home.

i want to buy ISBNs and theyre stupid expensive. if you wanna help a birb out, stuff i'll do for money:

✅write you a fic (rate is $3.75 per 100 words)
✅draw you something ($40, creatures/critters preferred)
✅for $10 i'll doodle you a birb icon of your choice

comment or DM if interested 👍 TY

OUGHGJH THIS IS SO GOODDD

funnily i think so yes HDFJ

AA STARRRR thank you sm 🥹🥺 thats means a lot to me dbsjfb i hope youre well!

actual fear

no tissue left

your guys are so silly i love them.. !! and thanm you always :DD

i love drawing themm!!
joofana introduced me to them so well !! :D

had a. thought.,

WAA THANK YOU !!! :DD

a whole lotta beans
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you flatter mee 🥺🥺

wAAA thank you!! 🥹

+ additional full body as an optional request!
this one was pretty fun

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feel free to draw it as artist x oc

pygmalion and galatea is a greek mythology where the sculptor falls in love with the statue he created

honestly youre so real for that pyg

i love.,... my non romantic husbands.,.

weasels and fowls
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omfg dude i loved the concept of the anime so much when i was younger!! i remember doodling the dinos on sketchbooks... para was my favourite..

i loved the op song so much.,

Dinosaur King Japanese Opening 1 HQ AUDIO | 小さな僕らの大きなハート YouTube video by ♥OtherChannel♥

kind of random but am i the only one who knows this series.,,

youtu.be/uq6t-QNUYyo?...

cHAUUU THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺

HELLO i love the COLORSSS

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another friend's oc-sona-somewhere in between!
been furrifying my friends HDFJH