#feathering the nest

[emberhope-fr]

so i had a thought after buying a dragon from a friend

bruce the parrotlet and his "eating dome"

[celineszoges]

BLUE JAYS

[mysteriesmuse]

Keigo’s favorite way to rest with you has to be this. The curtains let the hazy reflections of the falling sunlight ping-pong across different corners of the apartment. inside Keigo lounges on the couch with a new episode of his favorite documentary series on. the low humming of the AC blows cool air in to combat the grainy summers humidity that lays just beyond the flimsy sliding door to your balcony. And you, his little lovely chickadee lay contentedly sprawled out with him. A lazily little baby bird on his couch, but he can’t help but admit how lovely it is. How comfortable and weirdly domestic it feels as his favorite narrator goes on about evidence that the Mesopotamians may have alluded to humanities quirk development in a new series of unearthed pottery shards. he lays face first into the couch a “summery” throw pillow curled under his chin and his other hand dipping in a bowl of Doritos on the floor. meanwhile, you’ve taken up residence in your very small, but not impractical apartment directly on top of him. the soft fabric of your tube top leaving and letting the soft curvature of your body to melt against the sensitive downy base of his wings, your elbow digging into oh so slightly into his shoulder blade but the little lip glosses kisses you’ve left to that spot more than makes up for it — and nothing before has ever felt so cozy as you mumble, chin in hand, in response to their findings on the screen. Keigo can feel the quiet weight of you pressed against his own bare spine cradled by the protective nest of his cozy wings. And his jaw has never felt so fucking tight as when you lazily comb your fingers into his drooping wings. The big red predatory feathers absolute traitors as they preen in your touch and Keigo can’t say much in his own defense as his heart beats rapidly and a familiar pressing serge of blood rushes lower still.

[uwmspeccoll]

Feathursday Wood Engravings

Here are four wood-engraved birds and a nested feather from the Fifth Triennial Exhibition, 2024-2026 of the Wood Engravers’ Network (WEN), the national organization for American wood engravers, juried by our head of Special Collections Max Yela. From top to bottom:

Snow Bird (we think this is a Junco), 4"x6", by Indiana printmaker Jody Bruns.

The Magpie & The Rat, 6"x4", by Pennsylvania visual artist Stacie Bumgarner.

Raptor (looks like a Cooper's Hawk), 5"x7", by New Hampshire wood engraver R. P. Hale.

Gotcha (definitely a Roadrunner), 4"x3", by Kentucky artist Terry Norvell.

Nestle, 3.5" x 3.6", by Wisconsin wood engraver Tony Drehfal.

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[kedreeva]

It's hard to see because she's fluffy everywhere else but here's Bug's plucked belly, finally growing feathers back. She pulled all the feathers out of her breast/keel/belly in order to make a brood patch, which is what allows her to incubate eggs at the correct temp and humidity, and to keep the babies warmest when they're youngest. Plucking these feathers is likely uncomfortable in the same way you or I plucking out single strands of hair would be to us- annoying but ultimately pretty harmless as a one-off event, especially since peafowl already are spring molting their body and wing feathers at the time hens are getting ready to lay on nests, and the feathers would mostly be loosening anyway.

[theressaicon]

m!Harpy x gn!Reader part 1

Contains: kidnapping, yandere harpy, dead animals, m!Harpy in love, grumpy gn!reader

It's quite windy outside. It doesn't blow that much in the valley where you live. But it's different in the mountains. The weather changes here pretty often. It often rains, but often the sun shines so brightly that the rocks around are as hot as if from a furnace.

Rocky mountains lean around rivers, leading to the open sea where the tides alternate. Even though the sea and beautiful countryside were right behind your village, you never got to see all that beauty.

Until now.

However you didn't have time to admire your surroundings, no... you were too busy with your heavy breathing. You woke up exhausted in a huge nest made out of sticks, feathers, moss and other materials.

The sun didn't shine on you, the nest was hidden in a crack in one of the highest rocky mountains. The angle of the crack prevented the strong wind from reaching you.

Your clothing wasn't built for temperatures like here in the high mountains. As your anxiety subsided and you calmed down from the shock, you hugged your knees to your chest and tried to remember how you got here in the first place.

'Of course... I was harvesting potatoes from the field.' It was before noon. You had cooked lunch from the previous day and most of the work was in your small field, where you grew mostly vegetables to make a living.

Sometimes you sold leftover carrots or radishes, otherwise you managed to not let anything go to waste. Now you're afraid you'll never see your potatoes again.

'Think... Come on, think! What happened after??' you rubbed your temples, frustrated. A shadow. That's what your eyes saw.

It was as if a black cloud had appeared above you, ready to take you away. And it did. You remember kicking your feet violently and screaming while you were in the air.

When you looked up, you saw a black creature staring deep into your soul. You must have fainted, because the next thing you know is waking up in the place where you are now.

„Those men weren't crazy after all." you sighed heavily. From time to time someone would come back from the mountains and talk about flying creatures with human faces and bird bodies.

They were called harpies and parents would scare small children if they wandered too far from the village.

Now here you are, sitting in the big nest with fear in your chest, mentally preparing yourself to be eaten. 'Goodbye my potatoes. Farewell my neglected house. I will miss you, my little field..."

Of course, you could have mourned the people of your village, but probably no one even noticed that you were literally carried away by a demon.

„I'm so young, I haven't even had time to get married..." You were complaining loudly, as if someone could to hear you.

After a few minutes of drowning in your own thoughts, you heard a scream. It resembled a bird's cry, similar to a raven's. If there are birds flying around, it might be safe here right now, right?

The croaking grew louder. It was different from an ordinary bird. Not a good sign. You only realized what was really happening when you heard the flapping of wings. Big wings, slow yet powerful movements.

You jumped to the farthest corner of the nest, trying to hide from the creature that had landed in the crack. The sun cast its dark silhouette, hairs on the back if your neck stood up.

It made clicking noises; unpleasant sounds to your ears. The terrifying creature tilted it's head to the side, observing you from where it stood.

You were terrified when it jumped into the nest with a quick movement. You screamed at the top of your lungs and shut your eyes tightly, thinking it was about to throw itself on you.

When you opened your eyes, it was gone. Was it a dream? No, it wasn't... It's figure peeked out from around the corner of the crack.

Surrounded by black hair and feathers, orange eyes stared in your direction. The sparkle in those eyes was subtle and strangely tender, compared to... the rest.

After a moment of hesitation, it sat back down in the crack without taking its eyes off you. You had time to properly look at it.

Grayish skin, from which feathers grew... And of course huge wings. They were black all over and because it was sitting outside the nest, the wind was ruffling the feathers in all directions.

Where the wings bent, there was a long claw on each one. Like a bat's. They must have served as "fingers," because it had no hands. Instead of human feet, it had huge bird claws, a little lighter than the rest of its body.

You saw fur in one of them. The creature noticed where you had focused your attention and attempted to enter the circular nest a second time.

He left only one claw in the nest and waited for your reaction. You flinched a little, but didn't scream this time. Success.

It finally crouched in the nest and began to make quiet clicking sounds like before. It didn't look you straight in the eye, but it still watched every slightest movement of yours.

You continued to inspect the body that was now crouching before you. Behind its feathered body you saw a black tail. It was very disheveled. You looked back at the face and stared at the crooked nose.

There went the clicking again. Frustration grew in your stomach. „Are you going to eat me?" you sounded almost annoyed. It's clicking stopped.

You figured it would be a male, his features were closer to masculine ones. Next you discovered that the fur he was holding in his claws was a hare when he moved it closer to you.

„...Are you offering that to me?" You asked with low voice. No answer received. The harpy just kept on waiting. „No thanks."

All that could be heard was the strong wind hitting the rocky mountain. „I don't want it." Those orange eyes inspected the dead animal, then pulled it to it's nose, sniffing it.

The harpy's point of view:

'What could possibly be wrong with it!?' Screamed his inner voice. He might have looked serious on the outside, but the truth was... he was panicking.

'It's fresh... Wait. Maybe it's too small?' He poked into it with his claw sticking out of his right wing. 'They are not impressed. They must think I am a TERRIBLE hunter!'

He lowered his head, covered in long black hair. 'I didn't even have a chance to preen myself, I look like a turkey.' Silent chirps could be heard, if only you knew how upset he was with himself.

'No, I will NOT give up! I am going to keep trying!' Then he just backed out of the nest and flew away.

All you could think off was „I AM STILL ALIVE?!".

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You've been trying to figure out how to escape from that nest for half an hour. So far, all you've figured out is that you're too high above the ground and there's an incredibly cold wind blowing that always makes you crawl back in the warmth of the nest.

And a dead hare is lying next to you. Wonderful, truly. You backed into the farthest corner again when the harpy arrived.

First, he threw a young dead doe into the nest. You swore that it was looking at you reproachfully, that it was because of you that it was now in the harpy's nest.

Swallowing your saliva, you glared at the harpy. He had the audacity to SMILE! Maybe he didn't plan on eating you. Yet he was still a potential threat to your life.

The foul smell from both animals reached your nose, and you started to grimace. The smile of his faded as he rested his head on one of the sides of the crack.

'I KNEW THEY'D WANT THE PREY ALIVE! I AM SO STUPID!' His inner voice yelled. However, the flock was already far away and it would take him at least two hours to get another one.

After a moment of clicking, he flew away for another while. You mustered up the courage to throw those dead animals out of the nest. 'How much strength must he have to lift that weight in flight?' was your question. 'How much strength must he have to lift ME!?'

The only thing left behind were traces of blood where they lay. The smell was still there, but not that intense. His third arrival came.

The bruised rock goat scared the shit out of you. The animal was kicking its hooves in all directions and you were protecting your head from possible injuries.

The harpy dug his wing claw it the back of the animal to stop it from moving, making it scream in pain. He looked confused. And he was.

'I could swear there was a hare with a doe before...' You felt sorry for the suffering animal. „ Please, let off the goat!" Your voice got his attention. „Stop hurting it." you pleaded again.

The orange color of is irises shone into yours, you both were looking for hope in each of your eyes. 'He doesn't understand what I'm saying, is he...'

You protected your face with one hand and gently placed the other on the harpy's stuck claw inside the screaming goat's body. The animal kept violently twitching in pain and jabbing at you with its horns.

He was looking at you as intensely as you were looking at him. Without any further words, you shook your head; slowly but sternly.

'Woah hold up- they are touching meeee!?- UGH their little featherless claws are so cute.. But...' he looked in your eyes for the second time. 'They're frowning. And the head movement...'

Slowly, the harpy's claw stuck out of the animal's back. Blood was dripping down on dry branches the nest was made out of. You moved yourself back again.

The animal was exhausted, but alive. The harpy understood. 'They don't want an alive pray after all.' Shock took over you as he grabbed the rock goat and flew away with it.

You leaned out of the nest and watched where he flew. Next thing you see is him setting the animal down on the ground near a river and starting to return.

It looked like he was going to land in the crack again, but he flew higher than the nest was placed. It wasn't long before the Harpy returned. 'What did he bring this time?'

You were already watching his claws, expecting to see another victim. Instead, he was holding a large branch with leaves and... ripe apples!

'They're gaze is different now! Could this be the right thing?' He carefully climbed into the nest as if it didn't belong to him and moved the branch with the apples towards you.

You didn't hesitate and plucked one of the apples from the branch that was as long as you. You hadn't even had lunch, your stomach was rumbling, so of course you couldn't resist the sweet red apple.

Feathers danced all over his body with happiness. Your hunger was so big you ate other two apples till you felt full.

While you were eating, the harpy looked at you intently and made those clicking sounds again. It was his way of communicating, but you didn't understand him. He figured it out too. Nevertheless he continued.

'It doesn't seem like he's planning on letting me go anytime soon.' You've started to come to terms with reality. 'Might as well give him a name.'

As you finished eating your third apple, you looked at him and thought about what name would suit him. Naming him "Black" was too simple... "Orange eyes" seemed too long. Something short would be nice... Something that represented him. A unique thing of his..,

„Click." He stopped his noises opon hearing your voice. „That suits you." You announced as he tilted his head. „Click." As you repeated, he actually clicked is tongue like before. „Hahah, yes... Click."

His first thought was that you were trying to communicate with him. However, he soon realized that you were not imitating him, but he was imitating you.

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It was getting dark. The wind was still blowing just as hard, but the temperature had dropped slightly. However, the crack in the rock served as a thermal insulation point, keeping some of the warmth in.

In the time before it got dark, Click managed to replace the bloody sticks and leaves from his preys with new ones and cover them with soft moss.

It was clear that he was taking good care of the nest and was constantly replacing the materials with new ones. He even used the branch he brought you earlier and skillfully intertwined it with others. He was skilled even though he had no fingers.

You watched the sunset through the crack as he was just preening his feathers. He used his wing claws, moving them in all directions freely, as well as his lower claws, which he had instead of feet.

He included his mouth in the self cleaning too, you observed his strong jaw with white teeth. They weren't exactly long and pointy, more like firm and sharp.

'Alrighty, this should be enough...' Click judged his preening work. Then he looked you up and down a few times and clicked a few times as usual. You watched him stand up and swallowing hard.

He alternately raised his claws and stomped on the moss beneath him. In addition to that he repeatedly leaned forward and straightened up. When his head was down, the feathers on his wings fluffed up. And of course, he didn't forget to add THE clicking.

„Ain't no way." you said under your breath. You figured out Click was trying to preform a court dance for you. He was wagging his tail up and down while chirping and squawking.

Despite all his efforts to gain your admiration, he only received laughter. You found it comical how he tried to show off... yet- just maybe... adorable.

Fortunately, he took your laughter as an attempt to communicate, instead of being embarrassed, it gave him a little bit of confidence.

He continued for a while and finally bowed deeply and fell to his knees to show submission. He looked up at you with his big orange eyes, reminiscent of a sunrise.

You didn't know how to properly react, so you just smiled politely and clapped your hands lightly. The expression of your reaction was unknown to Click, but from your smile he could tell that he was doing at least half well.

'They're the one... others would already be plucking my feathers out.' Half-sadly he recalled his old attempts to find a mate. After several years of trying, he realized that his only chance would be to find a featherless harpy. According to the ancient legend, those were the harpies who were destined to never see the ground from above. Those were the harpies, who couldn't find a mate in their past life.

He had no chance of competing with the other males. Different colors, shapes and sounds, only he was black with constantly ruffled feathers.

Once he managed to attract a potential mate to his nest, he then suffered a painful rejection. Whatever nest he built was never as good as the others. But you were still here. You sat in the nest he built. You.

He looked dreamily into your eyes and made the sweetest noises, meaning: “I will provide you with food and water, keep you warm and comfortable, keep the nest looking new, and treat you like a noble."

Click carefully moved closer to your ankle, not having the nerve to even touch you... and clicked his tongue briefly, telling:

„I love you."

a/n: Just a feather boy who looks like a demon, yet tries to be an angel. Will you accept his curt dance? (´ε｀ )

[puppetmaster13u]

So Anyway I Started Another Cryptid Batfam Au

Yeaah, they were human, and might've been the first vigilantes before the JL formed. Might've gotten caught by some mad scientist cultists. Might've gotten gene spliced a bit, but shhh. Don't worry about it :) They're fine. Absolutely Fine. This is Fine.

But anyway, they have wings now. And talons. And a lot of other things they have to adjust to and might straight up not have a civilian identity for a while- becomes more than a bit of social recluses while they figure this shit out.

So anyway, I haven't finished drawing or designing them, if I ever will, so have what each is based off of. There's a lot of robins. :) Also have how old everyone is at the start of the story. (Timelines are a fake thing that never make sense)

Bruce- Black Drongo (31 years old)

Kate- Scarlet Robin (31 years old)

Barbara- Red Backed Scrub Robin (16 years old)

Dick- Blue Fronted Robin (15 year old)

Cass- Hooded Robin (12 years old)

Jason- Red Capped Robin (12 years old)

Steph- Pink Robin (10 years old)

Tim- Collared Bush Robin (10 years old)

Duke- White Starred Robin (10 years old)

Damian- Olive Backed Forest Robin (8 years old)

Jarro- Rose Robin (4 year old equivalent)

Terry- Black Robin (4 years old)

Helena- Bagobo Robin (1 year old)

Matt- Norfolk Robin (1 year old)

[mo49ko]

can you please draw Deputy of Nan Yang #57, I fell in love with that lil pookie

( actually theres not that much to do at the nan yang palace, bc the general is always at the mortal realm 😅 )

[orofeaiel]

Dogwood Lake Collection Tin: snail shell, feather, deer fur, leaf with black tar spot, crab, Douglas fir with pollen cones, piece of wasp nest, cool rocks.

[ornithological]

saw the world's most horrendous looking jackdaw today?? the jackdaws in that area nest in the sea cliffs and just like to hang around there in general so i wonder if a fulmar threw up oil onto it 😭

look at this thang. sopping wet beast

[blooming-lenses]

gathering materials

2024/06/08

[maitimosrighthand]

A different kind of dream

Content:

Sunday has now boarded the Astrall express and gotten his own room. Now he is able to relax for the first time outside and since the dreamscape away from the clutches of Gropher Wood. Sleepy cuddles with the express family ensue. Nesting and Hurt/Comfort.

Notes:

- most backstory ideas are taken from a story by milkyyawns titles „Weary wings“

- past child abuse and trauma

- mention of torture and abuse

- bad coping mechanisms

- Sunday has ocd

Enjoy

1.

Sunday has been a passenger of the famous Astral Express for about 2 weeks now. Getting to know the place and their other passengers was an experience Sunday had to calm down from for now.

Be it Himeko‘s coffee that he had choked on after the first sip, making her worry, or the amount of strange things that Stelle/Caelus would bring onto the Astral Express. One day it is golden trash, the next an aggressive animal that has seen Sunday as a bird it could hunt. Afterwards Welt had apologized for them and he just laughed it off not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

That night he had spend pulling every hair from the foul beast off his clothes eventually resulting in him cleaning the entire room. He would flip tables and scrub tables.

4 swipes on each tile, up down and again. 4 times not 3. Dust off there and get rid of that finger print. Clean the chair, don’t forget the edges of the windows. Up and down all in tact.

The first to notice his strange obsessive behavior was Pom-Pom who was extremely pleased to see someone so caring about the train. The had made a deal then, they would let him clean and not tell the others and he‘d get to finish the task without interruption.

It wasn’t like he wouldn’t clean during the day. But whenever he did March or anyone else would pull him away from the task, telling him he had done enough. Leaving him thinking about the unfinished dishes or tiles the night without being able to sleep. And so everything fell into a rhythm. During the day he would barely eat anything, hoping that it would be ok for him to do so. He wasn’t going to take more than then bare minimum. He thought himself undeserving of anything but that.

‚I should clean the dishes.‘ standing up and collecting them while everyone was still talking at the table. He‘d immediately clean the plates after entering the kitchen not letting them sit for a second.

„You know you don’t have to do all that. Let March 7 do some of the work or she’ll forget how to.“ Himeko had joked as she entered as well, holding her now empty coffee mug. „Not at all. It’s the least I can do. But I shall keep it in mind.“ he answered softly and direct leaving no room for Himeko to argue with him.

You should be grateful that they don’t have any expectations for you. Otherwise they‘d see how useless you are.

‚I should change the subject.‘ but nothing came out. The outside turned quiet as well as most of the crew retreated to their rooms. Himeko said her goodbyes as she walked out and wished him a good sleep.

As if you‘d do that.

He wasn’t. At least he shouldn’t.

He had to make himself useful and make sure that the Crew could make use of him, otherwise he would overdue his stay here faster than a warp jump. He waved back and wished her a goodnight as well, returning his gaze to the dishes he cleaned and putting them away. Walking out of the kitchen he was met with a still somewhat dirty table and some paper laying around on the floor.

‚Must have been Caelus/Stelle’ Why are you accusing them instead of cleaning!

He would soon. „You look…if I may say so, tired Sunday.“ a deep voice said from behind. Probably noticing the way he had stared at the table and the floor. Welt stood behind him, tapping his finger on his cane. „Please don’t worry too much Mr. Yang. I am still getting used to the different times here and my sleeping patterns don’t really match here. It’s been getting better.“

What a lame excuse.

‚I may be tired but I can’t just sleep without doing my part.‘ Welt had eyed him with a first suspicious and then concerned look. He seemed to think for a second before too wishing him a good night and leaving. ‚I should got to my room first too.‘ And so he did. On his way the fact that Welt had left his coat behind, the dirty table and the paper on the floor never left his mind. To distract himself he‘d occasionally pluck a feather to distract himself or tab his fingers against each other. Thumb against each finger twice and then repeat on the other side.

In his room he was hit again with embarrassment. He looked at his bed, strangely arranged pillows and blankets. A charger port was also inside the „nest“. Him and Robin had tried to make a nest once but their father would punish them severely for it, hence of why he never learned to.

It was about an hour later when he went back to the dining place and cleaned. At around 4am he then heard a door opening, afraid that it might not be Pompom he went into the kitchen to try and hide but it was too late.

„Sunday? What in the cosmos are you doing?“ he heard Himeko say. Shortly followed by a: „It is 4am, why aren’t you asleep?“ by none other than Mr. Yang.

You bothered them!

„I..“ the unfinished sentence hung heavy in the air. He could just lie to them and say everything was fine and that he had simply been awake way too early. But the bags under his eyes were giving him away. „You cleaned the table.“ „And the floor.“ the said after another.

„I apologize if I have woken you up.“ He tried to get out of this conversation but it was already a lost cause. „Haaa…Sunday please go to bed. We care about your health and currently it seems like you need rest.“ Himeko said leaving no room for argument.

„I…yes.“ He said calmly while looking more distant by the second. Welt had put his hand on his shoulder and turned him to walk him to his room. „We‘ll talk about this again tomorrow. Or well today, later. Now you need rest.“

They walked in silence after that. Welt‘s hand was grounding to Sunday. Keeping his mind from wandering around. ‚Wair. Oh no the bed.‘ But welt had already opened the door and stilled. He must have recognized what he did.

How childish! You are not a beast! Behave like a proper human and get rid of that disgusting attempt of a nest. You disgust me.

„I am sorry. I did not mean to… It happen accidentally.“

2.

„Sunday, hey listen. It’s ok. It’s just instinct.“ he crouches down to Sunday when the hallovian fell to his knees apologizing and hiding his face with the wings. „It’s disgusting.“ „It is not disgusting Sunday. Did you father teach you such nonsense?“ Welt had said in a stern voice that made Sunday freeze.

Welt carefully nudged his wings away holding Sunday‘s face in his hand wiping away tears that have started falling. „It’s ok. Tell me. How can I help.“ a sniff was heard and then some more hiccups before a chirp escaped Sunday. As if this wasn’t embarrassing enough already. In response Welt hugged him stroking his back.

Suddenly some more footsteps were heard from behind causing Sunday to hide himself in Welt‘s arms even more. „I apologize for startling you two. We heard some crying and came to see if everything is alright.“ Dan Heng‘s voice came from behind. „Do you know how to Hallovians build a nest?“ Welt asked in Sundays stead. „Aww is he embarrassed about that?“ March‘s voice sounded from behind as well. „I am sorry.“ Another embarrassing chirp. „He can do that? Let me see.“ Caelus/Stelle tried to get close but were stopped by Himeko.

„As far as I know they collect things to build the shape of a nest.“ She states looking at Dan Heng for confirmation. A second of thinking passed before he answered: „Considering the lack of information on his race and especially the process of such things, all I know is that it’s shared with people they care about.“ All eyes turned to him. „He cares about a charger port?“ „NO!“ Sunday quickly interrupted. Only to hide more in Welt‘s embrace.

What are the odds.

„You can have my favorite blanked if that helps.“ March exclaimed. „We should all bring something of ours no? How does that sound Sunday.“ He could only muster a nod.

How foolish of you to want them to stay. Are you not afraid they’ll see you having nightmares. Repent for your sins you fool.

Sunday started to mutter a kinds of prayers to Ena and Xipe while the Crew was on their ways to collect things for him.

You are troubling them!

„It’s no trouble.“ he heard Welt‘s soft voice while he himself had unconsciously started arranging the little belongings he already had. He would chirp occasionally when something didn’t feel right about the nest but Welt‘s occasional reassurance would make sure that he did not lose hope and continue. It was about 5am when Sunday looked at the nest with a smile.

The crew members having watched in awe when he layed himself down perfectly. Welt‘s jacket, Himeko‘s jacket, Caelus/Stelle‘s plushies, March7‘s blanket and Dan Heng‘s Speer for some reason. When they all signed and went to leave after a job done, Sunday started chirping again while holding onto them. „Stay…..please.“ his voice weak and tired. There wasn’t much they could do. They all arranged themselves on the bed( it was like a the thing Dan Heng’s has so they all fit on the damn floor). Sunday stayed close to Welt.

Who had until not been his emotional lifeline.

The would cuddle and this would go on for a few days. Sunday would be the last to get out of bed and the first to get back in. Finally getting the rest he deserved. They would sometimes go back to their own rooms. However each time one crew member would sleep with him.

It gave him comfort. The way they would hug him when he‘d awake scared and breathless from a nightmare or soothing him into sleep when he had too much on his mind again.

They were one of the best things that ever happened to him. And some day he would tell them everything. From his fears to his dreams.

This time the dishes can wait.

None of this is proof read lol. Anyways here have this treat. I will make this into a unrelated series probably. Like there will be more of these story‘s about Sunday on the express. What will be next? You decide!

[ferronickel]

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[sillysadi]

Unexpected fond memories when I look down in my flight.

Thank you to ALL you silver foxes (especially to those who know who 😏)! I'm still reeling from the experience. It was so wonderful to see everyone I knew, further solidify old relationships, meet new people and plant seeds I hope will flourish... And see a conversion of a hotel receptionist, even (fingers still crossed for our Kinky Messiah joining us, from AUNT [I will leave my ruminations to myself on what I may do to her only with EMPHATIC CONSENT 🥵🥰🥵])!!!

As always, my tally of unmet desires/sessions/hangouts grows even longer. I had a wonderful time there, still relishing the good, happy feelings. Reliving such pleasant memories, already looking forward to more to come! Coming back to reality has yet to be realized. Maybe in the next few days it will; who knows?

Thanks to everyone for helping to add even more positive steps on my trail of life. Learned so many new things, saw - and felt 😏 - even more! Truly, I had such cherished conversations, no matter how brief or long.

I'm enjoying these feelings now as the details slip away. I hope sleep will ennervate my memories, but I don't know. The film of this weekend's past events is already fading for many things that happened, but PLEASE know I had an amazing time at NEST! It was SO great to be with you all in meatspace - in the flesh! I hope you enjoyed it, too! Please share what I may improve to help in the future if I can. Good can always be better, and bad can hopefully be good. Even if I don't remember you at a future event if you felt we had a good interaction, that makes me so happy! 😊 I want to make everyone feel good if I can help it (and ruin people's lives in a wondrous way they wish)!

I'm particularly loopy, so apologies for slipping when writing and the usual errors of thought/terms/whatnot. It's "Sadi" so I come with my Sadi-isms. Too many tickle thoughts of what happened only hours ago.

The plane makes me feel like I'm an astronaut as the pressure makes my head soar.

All the best, to all reading this!

[thisshitisridiculous]

buckley-diaz house should get to have a b-plot where a bird builds a nest somewhere inconvenient and they try to shoo it away but it keeps coming back and building a new nest in new spots around the house until they accept it as part of their home and hang a bird house outside for the bird and get baby birds out of it. the house deserves some on the nose symbolism, cause ya know, it's a nest

[one-real-wrimonkey]

Everything reminds me of them…