#pigeon!reader

[aventurineswife]

Omg can we get a 2nd part to the pigeon reader? maybe like cute interactions with the express members

I need more fluff in my life rn ;;w;;/

"Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow"

Summary: The crew of the Astral Express prepares to explore a new planet, with their quiet and ethereal pigeon companion, who possesses unique powers, keeping a watchful eye on March 7th, Dan Heng, the Trailblazer, and the newly joined Sunday. The pigeon, though in a feathery form, offers soft protection and care, ensuring the safety of the crew through quiet, platonic affection. The crew members, in turn, rely on this gentle guardian, their bond growing stronger as they face the unknown together.

Tags: Astral Express x Reader, Fluff, Platonic Relationships, Soft Moments, Pigeon!Reader, Friendship, Protective!Reader, March 7th, Dan Heng, Trailblazer, Sunday, Lighthearted and Cute Interactions.

A/N: basically the same thing as part 1 just more interactions, and totally not because I'm lazy.

[Part 1]

The soft hum of the Astral Express reverberated beneath your feet as the crew busied themselves in preparation for the next stop. Your wings, though usually at rest, fluttered with a gentle energy as you perched on the edge of a table, keeping a careful eye on the hustle and bustle. You didn’t mind the quiet hum of the train—it was comforting in its own way, a background melody that let you focus on what mattered most: your friends.

March 7th, ever the optimist, was already eagerly bouncing around the room, adjusting her camera and preparing for the exploration ahead. Her energy was infectious, and it was impossible not to be drawn into her world. You cooed softly from your perch, giving her a reassuring glance. She smiled at you with a warmth that always made your heart flutter.

“Oh, hey [Name]! You’re already all set for today, huh?” March laughed as she tugged her overcoat tighter around her. “I hope you’re ready for another adventure! I’m going to snap so many photos today!”

You fluttered down, landing softly on her shoulder. You knew that March didn’t need your protection in the same way that others did, but your presence gave her a sense of comfort. It was as if your wings wrapped around her like an invisible shield, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. As she adjusted her camera again, you nuzzled her cheek in the most affectionate, platonic way you knew how—a pigeon’s way of saying, I’ve got your back.

Behind March, Dan Heng moved with quiet efficiency, checking the equipment and scanning the surroundings with his ever-watchful gaze. As usual, he wasn’t one for much chatter, but he acknowledged your presence with a small, silent nod as he passed by. His stoic nature didn’t deter you; you’d long since learned to recognize the subtle signs that indicated his appreciation. He might not have said it, but you could feel his silent gratitude whenever you made sure he stayed safe, especially when the unknown loomed.

You gave a soft, knowing coo, and fluttered towards him. You landed on a nearby beam, your sharp eyes tracking every movement. The wind from the open window ruffled your feathers, but you stayed steady, focused. You’d follow him anywhere—he was as much a part of your world as March was. Even if he didn’t often say it, you could tell he appreciated the quiet vigilance you kept over him.

"Stay sharp," you seemed to remind him, your eyes following the faintest shift in the atmosphere outside the train. There was always something unpredictable about the worlds they visited, something you could sense even if they couldn’t. Dan Heng glanced up at you, his expression impassive, but a faint hint of something—maybe gratitude or something deeper—flickered in his eyes.

"Always," he murmured, though it was more to himself than to you.

Meanwhile, the Trailblazer was preparing their gear with the same curiosity and enthusiasm that they always had. Their eyes were wide with excitement as they took in the unfamiliar world outside, their eagerness palpable. You couldn’t help but smile at their youthful energy. You fluttered over to their side, gently nudging them with your beak. Their eyes brightened at your soft coo, and they looked down at you with a chuckle.

“I guess you’re ready too, huh?” The Trailblazer smiled warmly, crouching down to your level. “Don’t worry, we won’t get into too much trouble... well, at least I’ll try not to!”

You cooed in response, tilting your head as if to say, I’ll be keeping an eye on you, just in case. Your small form may have been inconspicuous, but you carried a quiet strength—one that could be counted on when danger was near.

As the door to the Astral Express opened, revealing the strange new planet outside, your wings fluttered in excitement. You couldn’t wait to explore with them, though your role would remain unchanged: to keep them safe, to look out for them in your quiet, unspoken way.

March, ever the curious one, dashed out first, camera in hand, snapping pictures of the towering structures and the lush, alien landscape. You followed closely behind her, your wings cutting through the air as you flitted from one spot to another, keeping watch. Your sharp eyes caught every little detail, every shift in the environment that might go unnoticed by the others.

"March, careful!" you wanted to call out, but all that escaped was a soft coo. You fluttered down to land on her shoulder once more, giving her a gentle nudge with your beak to steer her away from a precarious ledge.

"Whoops! Thanks, [Name]," she giggled, not even fazed. "Guess I got a little too excited. But hey, these photos are going to be great!"

As you continued to fly alongside the group, a new presence lingered in the background—Sunday. The newest member of the crew, and with his enigmatic, almost ethereal aura, he stood out. He had been observing you from the corner of his eye, his golden eyes tracing your every move as you flitted between the crew members.

Your sharp gaze met his for a moment, and you tilted your head in curiosity. He was different from the others, distant yet intriguing. His presence was soft, like a quiet wind, but you could sense the weight of his thoughts. The golden halo behind his head caught the light, shimmering like an ethereal crown. You were always so focused on your friends, but there was something about Sunday that piqued your interest.

Sunday smiled faintly when he noticed your attention. "It seems you’re always keeping an eye on everyone," he remarked, his voice gentle and almost reflective.

You cooed softly in response, your feathers fluffing up slightly, as if to acknowledge his words. You may not have been able to speak in the conventional sense, but your presence was enough to communicate a message of warmth, protection, and care.

"Well, it’s my job," you seemed to say, your wings fluttering proudly. "I take care of the ones I love."

Sunday’s smile grew a little more sincere, a quiet understanding passing between you. The others might not have fully grasped the depth of your bond with them, but he did. And maybe, just maybe, he would come to understand your quiet but profound place among the crew.

As the exploration continued, you remained ever vigilant. You were their silent protector, their gentle guardian, and in return, you were their unwavering support. The soft hum of the Astral Express echoed in your heart, a reminder that no matter where they went, you would always be there—watching over them, one gentle coo at a time.

[whenisthefall]

Introducing pigeon!reader x Pope Hayward

pigeon is a little bit of a air head at sometimes, but Popes got all the brains for her so it’s fine! Pigeon likes to eat a lot which is bad considering there in the apocalypse and food is scarce, but while Popes off in his deemed lab for the day she likes to help with cleaning or tending to the garden with Kie.

There relationship is a little awkward in the good way! No one knows how to make the first move and the world out side is kinda pushing them together. But it does eventually work out in the end.

Pope wants nothing more to be good for you, and you to him! He’s always asking how you are and gives chase kisses whenever he’s about to do experiments in the lab, all in all your both scared, both lovers not fighters, it works perfectly.

[bunnis-monsters]

Ideas…

Goldfish hybrid bf that spent a lot of his life neglected. People already know very little about hybrids, but combine that with the misinformation around goldfish and you have a disaster waiting to happen.

Pigeon hybrid bf thats seen as a pest. Most people take pity on him, but still they do nothing but stare as he struggles to live without the care and affection of humans.

Rat hybrid bf that’s also seen as a pest, but is hated and often chased off. Attempts at his life made daily means he’s not trusting. He’s in survival mode and it’ll be hard to get past the walls he’s put up. Extremely intelligent.

Quail hybrid bf that’s a cute thing, who had been pampered by his previous owners… then found out he was going to be eaten. Now he’s out in the wild after escaping, trying to find someone else to take care of him.

[mikkies]

「 I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT I COULD CRY. 」

Taph x GN! Reader

Warnings: none!

Note: I was just watching tiktok then saw this one video of Taph giving people he cares about his feather or something like that. I got so many ideas so I wanted to write it down.

THE SOFT GLOW of a lantern filled the room, its golden light flickering gently over the worn wood and stone walls. The bed creaked slightly as Taph shifted, his robed figure perched cross-legged near the edge. His smaller ear-wings fluttered now and then, catching faint drafts in the still air. His larger wings, usually hidden beneath his robes, peeked out slightly tonight, the golden-tipped feathers ruffled from a long day.

You sat behind him, hands delicately working through his feathers. Preening his wings had become a quiet ritual between you two—a moment of peace after whatever chaos the round had brought. Taph wasn’t great at keeping his feathers tidy; his pigeon-like tendency to hop into places he didn’t belong and his subspace trip mines often left them dusty, painted pink, bent, or even slightly frayed.

“You’re impossible sometimes, you know that?” you teased as you gently straightened a stubborn feather.

Taph turned his hooded head just enough to look at you—or at least you thought he was looking. His hood’s shadow concealed his face, but the tilt of his head was unmistakably playful. His smaller wings flitted briefly, like a bird puffing up in mock indignation.

"🫵🙄❓" (Me? Impossible?)

“Yes, you,” you said with a chuckle, smoothing the feather back into place. “You run around like you own the place, dive into things you shouldn’t, and somehow still expect me to clean this mess up afterward.”

Taph let out a low hum that sounded suspiciously like a coo, leaning forward just enough to make his point. "😇🕊️" (I’m innocent!)

You laughed, shaking your head. “Sure you are.”

Despite his antics, he was unusually still as you worked, the weight of his wings relaxing into your hands. You reached a cluster of feathers near the base of his wing that was particularly knotted. His shoulders tensed at the gentle tug, and his ear-wings gave a quick flutter of surprise.

“Sorry, sorry,” you murmured. “Almost got it.”

Taph hummed again, this time softer, like an apology wrapped in a sound. He leaned his head forward, giving you better access to the trouble spot. His trust made you smile, and you worked carefully, smoothing out each feather until they glowed faintly in the lantern light.

After a while, you felt him fidgeting. His hands disappeared into his robes, and you paused, curious about what he was doing. “Taph?”

He didn’t respond immediately, instead pulling something from the folds of his robes. When he finally turned toward you, he was holding a single feather—small, with a radiant golden tip.

Before you could ask, Taph leaned closer, the motion deliberate but shy. His hooded face tilted, and with careful fingers, he tucked the feather behind your ear.

You blinked, startled by the gesture. His gloved hand brushed your cheek as he adjusted it, making sure it wouldn’t fall. Then he pulled back, his ear-wings fluttering rapidly, almost nervously.

"🫵🪶✨" (For you.)

“Oh, Taph...” you whispered, reaching up to touch the feather. It was soft and warm, and it carried the faintest glow, like it held a piece of him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shook his head quickly, his wings flapping in little bursts as if to say, "Don’t argue with me."

"🙅🫵❤️" (I wanted to.)

You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Taph nodded, his movements slower now, more at ease. He turned back around, folding his hands in his lap as you resumed preening his wings. The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft rustle of feathers and the occasional coo-like hum from him.

After a while, you couldn’t help but tease him. “You know, this feather is nice, but it doesn’t exactly make up for the trouble you got us into earlier.”

Taph’s ear-wings flapped indignantly, and he twisted slightly to face you again. "😠🕊️➡️😌" (Hey! I’m innocent.)

“Innocent, huh? Is that what you call sneaking into the kitchen and stealing pizza crusts?”

He froze, his whole body stiffening like a child caught red-handed. Then, slowly, he reached up and scratched the back of his hood. "😅➡️🙊" (Oops... Can we not talk about that?)

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

At that, Taph puffed up his chest proudly, his smaller wings fluttering in triumph. He twisted his head in a full circle, mimicking the dramatic flair of a preening bird.

"🫵😊❤️➡️👑" (You’re the best. My favorite person.)

You smiled, leaning forward to rest your chin lightly on his shoulder. “And you’re my favorite birdbrain.”

Taph let out another cooing hum, and you swore you saw his hood dip slightly, as though he was hiding a smile.

The lantern’s light flickered softly, casting the room in a warm, golden glow. For a while, there was nothing but quiet companionship as you finished tending to his wings. Moments like this reminded you why you cared for him so deeply—beneath the silliness and the antics, Taph had a heart as golden as the feather he gave.

Might've been OOC, but it's okay I guess hope you enjoy though. 🤷‍♀️

[kairolan]

hatofuls your kim dokja

[ddarker-dreams]

Give us more aventurine crumbs miss lock 😔

"Your friend's right, y'know."

How a voice so warm can freeze your blood is a true wonder. You move mechanically, turning around like a rusted cog to face the sound's origin. The intruder has made no effort to blend in. Whereas you're wearing business casual attire, he's dressed like he's anticipating a night on the town.

Initially, you stride right past him, fiddling with the settings in your office to turn the windows opaque. It's a useless precaution. A curious crowd of bystanders have already gathered in the hallway, from the rank and file IPC to your superiors. All wondering, no doubt, about why a man as important as Aventurine decided to stop by and make a personal visit.

"What—" You practically choke on your incredulity, "What lapse in judgment, complete and utter detachment from reality—"

Aventurine stops your tirade prematurely by waving a piece of paper around.

"Trying to transfer when your boss has taken such a liking to you is a shortsighted idea."

The words reverberate with a different timbre than when your friend spoke them. You think to ask how he knows about that conversation, then glance around, warily eyeing your surroundings. The hardware you could afford on your salary to sweep for listening devices pales in comparison to his resources. Who knows, he may have commissioned new technology for the sole purpose of keeping tabs on you.

"... Are you here to humiliate me?"

It's supposed to come out as a jab, but the tightness in your throat dulls the inquiry's edges.

Aventurine folds up the proof of your treachery and tucks it inside his fur-trimmed jacket. "You're misreading my intentions. I'm here to do what any half-decent superior would."

He leaves a respectable distance upon approaching you, as if that compensates for the other ways he's invaded your life.

"Let's renegotiate the terms of your contract. You're obviously unsatisfied with something, if you'd prefer to work elsewhere..." he leans down, nearing your eye level. "... PTO, maybe? How does some time off sound? Generous, right?"

He brushes an invisible spec of lint off your shoulder and keeps his hand there. For such a light touch, it feels as if your body's going to crumble at any moment.

"Lucky for you, I won an all-expenses-paid vacation to Penacony. How about being my plus-one?"

[sunandflame]

NSFW Alphabet - Rob Lucci

Warnings: nsfw

Word Count: 1184

Pairing: Rob Lucci x Reader

crossposted on AO3

A = Aftercare Afterward, he’s not one for soft words or coddling. His aftercare is more about maintaining his presence—his weight beside you, the feeling of his hand on your skin. He’ll run a finger over the marks he’s left, as if to remind you that you’re his. He might clean you up, but it's efficient, calculated. He checks you, makes sure you’re taken care of, but his focus never wavers. If you need something more, he'll provide it—silent, controlled, but always there.

B = Body Part (favourite) Your neck. It’s instinctual—primal. The scent, the softness, the sound of your pulse under his tongue... it awakens something in him that he doesn’t fully understand, nor tries to. He lingers there more than anywhere else: breathing you in, nipping, teasing, pressing his lips against the artery just to feel the thrum beneath. When he’s buried inside you, you can feel him lean in closer, licking or mouthing at the spot just to hear your breathing hitch. And when he feels vulnerable—rare, but real—he hides his face in the crook of your neck, like a beast curling into its den. It’s the place he claims first and most often. Not for show. For instinct.

C = Cum Possessive. He doesn’t care where—on your stomach, chest, or dripping out of you—but you’ll be marked. Inside is his preference. He likes seeing the proof of himself in you.

D = Dirty Talk Low, growling filth. He doesn’t speak often, but when he does? It's devastating. “Say my name,” “Look at me when I ruin you,” or even just a commanding “Now.”

E = Experience Very experienced. He’s had partners—usually casual, sometimes transactional—but few ever get past the physical. If you do, that’s a rare privilege.

F = Favorite Position He enjoys you beneath him in the mating press, your legs pinned, his weight pressing down on you, eyes locked as he claims you completely. He likes seeing the way your face twists with every movement, his hand either on your neck or your hip, controlling the pace. But just as often, he prefers you on all fours—from behind. The view of you like that drives him wild, where he can hold you in place, control every thrust, every gasp. It’s about the power he has over you, the unspoken claim that only deepens with every moment.

G = Goofy Not at all. Lucci is intense and focused. If you laugh, he’ll raise a brow and smirk faintly, but only to throw you off before flipping you over.

H = Hair Groomed. Chest hair is non-existent. Below the belt, he trims but doesn’t shave. He doesn’t care for vanity—function over form.

I = Intimacy Rare, but when it appears, it’s wordless. A hand to the small of your back, a steady gaze as he finishes inside you, the way he lets his guard down just enough to hold you after.

J = Jack-Off He does, but not often—he has a soldier’s discipline. If he’s thinking of you, though, it’s intense and quiet, a hand over his mouth, jaw clenched.

K = Kinks Control. Every part of him is rooted in dominance—he doesn’t just want to fuck you, he wants to own you. D/s dynamics are at his core, and he thrives when you're obedient because you want to be.

Breeding kink. It’s biological, raw. The idea of filling you, knotting you to him with something that lasts—leaves him breathless in ways he won’t say aloud. Seeing you fucked full and trembling? It satisfies something ancient.

Predator/prey play. He loves the chase—your startled gasp, the way you run, knowing you want to be caught. It brings out his inner beast, makes the eventual capture all the more intoxicating.

Obsessive protector vibes. Not a kink in the usual sense, but once you're his, he watches everything: who you talk to, what you wear, even the shift in your tone when someone else says your name. You may never catch him saying it outright, but the possessiveness coils around your spine like smoke. And if you play with that—test the limits, tease the line? That’s when the beast bares its teeth, and you’re in for it.

L = Location Prefers private places—hotel rooms, his quarters, somewhere he can fully own you. But if he gets impatient? Somewhere dark and semi-public, where he can muffle your sounds.

M = Motivation Control, lust, and tension. He gets turned on by seeing your obedience or how easily you fall apart under him. The more composed you usually are, the more he craves your ruin.

N = No He’s not into degrading humiliation (unless you ask for it), sharing, or anything too chaotic. Lucci needs control—not mess.

O = Oral (Receiving/Giving) Receiving: He’s silent, watching you like prey. No praise—just the weight of his hand on your head, the quiet threat of him holding you there. He finishes without warning. It’s not affection. It’s a claim.

Giving: He doesn’t do it to be kind. He does it because he’s starving. Buries himself between your thighs like a beast at a kill, obsessed with your taste, your scent, the way your body jerks. If you beg him to stop, he doesn’t—not until the trembling starts. And if his Zoan tongue comes into play? You won’t be speaking when he’s done. It’s not just about making you come. It’s about satisfying the beast—and that takes time.

P = Pace Calculated. He starts slow to torment you, but when he breaks, it’s punishing—deep, hard thrusts that make you forget everything but him.

Q = Quickies Yes, especially when he’s on a mission. He’ll pull you aside, lift you like you weigh nothing, and take what he needs. Fast, filthy, and dominant.

R = Risk Measured risk turns him on. Semi-public, silent-in-a-meeting-room type encounters, or letting you tease him in a dangerous setting… he gets off on restraint.

S = Stamina Inhuman. He can go for multiple rounds, barely winded. His Zoan abilities give him a beast’s endurance—and appetite.

T = Toys He prefers using his hands and body, but if he does use toys, they’re precision tools—like remote-controlled vibrators or restraints. You will be his experiment.

U = Unfair Cruelly. Teases you to tears and won’t let you come until he decides. He enjoys making you beg, especially if you’re normally independent or mouthy.

V = Volume Quiet. He growls, grunts, whispers sharp orders. The occasional deep moan if you do something unexpected that shatters his control.

W = Wild Card In Zoan form, his instincts intensify. He tries to stay restrained, but if he lets go? Expect dominance, biting, and total physical overwhelm. It's not often—but unforgettable.

X = X-Ray Thick, veined, and long—more than average. He knows how to use it. And he will use it to stretch you just to see your reaction.

Y = Yearning Silently intense. He won’t voice it, but if he wants you, you’ll feel it in every lingering stare, every gloved touch, every unreadable silence in a locked room.

Z = Zzz (Sleep) Sleeps light, usually facing the door. But if you’ve just spent the night together? He’ll allow you to sleep on his chest. Just don’t expect cuddles every time.

My babygurl @auryborealis reminded me (luckily!) that today is Rob Lucci's birthday! So Happy Birthday my evil hot pigeon boy!

[juuuulez]

would Travis be an ass or tits man? Also please write with your answer.

ass. i know this for a fact.. i feel it in my bones and in my soul and in my heart.

travis absolutely is an ass man.

eating you out from behind? absolutely. he likes when you’re on your knees, face pressed into a pillow, back arched all pretty for him. he takes his time licking you open, his big hands spreading your checks and making room for him.

blatantly staring at you in your underwear, down splashing in the lake. travis can see how the grey fabric has gone dark from the water, clinging to every curve. you might as well be naked.

he would use your ass as a pillow if possible. your thighs too. just anything, any inkling of softness, and he wants to suffocate in it. bite it. leave behind bruises and hickies and handprints, all proof of what belongs to him.

[fatuismooches]

Playing chess with Dottore in the akademiya days and NEVER winning because….hes a genius ! And he didn’t understand the concept of letting others win to make them feel good.

He still thinks the concept is silly, if anything he’s helping you by continuing to challenge your mind…but when he sees fragile reader super down about their mental state…he finally understands what letting someone else win means.

Of course reader knows he let them win. They couldn’t beat him in the akademiya when they were sick, they can’t now . But it’s the thought that counts 🩵

Dottore was never one to be thrilled about wasting time with silly games, even when it came to ones that tested the mind such as chess. It held more appeal when he was a boy, still learning the rules and playing against himself (and perhaps the Aranara). Now he can just win against practically anyone nearly effortlessly so it doesn't hold much of a brain tease for him. Even when you come along... you're still getting obliterated.

No special privileges, unfortunately... not even his darling lover. It got to the point where you nearly set off the dorm's smoke alarm as you were too engrossed in deciding your next move while Zandik was absorbed in his book (literally investing a couple of percent of his energy into this, some more at stealing glances at your pretty, focused face, idly wondering if he should start charging for you these silly games.) He would always think you're overreacting if you get pouty about not winning once, after all, it was merely a game. And he was being rather generous indulging you... he went as far as to give you tips and hints! Helping you evolve your play!

Still, with time comes maturity and understanding, and his current self is a stark difference from his past one. Dottore's not dumb, and as distant from his humanity as he seems to be, seeing you down troubles him to say the least. He doesn't show it on his face, but his mind constantly runs through a checklist for possible things to cheer you up on bad days.

And with that... the Doctor learns. Technically he is always seeking knowledge to further his experiments, but... learning for the sake of someone else is different. It's tender. It's strange. It's not really him. But he still learns, he remembers, and he acts. If letting you win and have your way manages to cheer you up, then why would he deny it? His loss would be something forgotten by him soon enough. For you, you'd remember that win and happy feeling forever. He's analyzed his choices - it's worth it. (A bunch of scholarly talk just to boil down to he loves you and wishes to see you well.)

To give him some credit, he'd make his loss as convincing as a man like him could anyway. Making you think and work for it so you feel better about winning. You still wouldn't fall for it but you appreciate Dottore putting in the effort to make you feel good about yourself. The beautiful lie of his feigned surprise and praise makes you know that despite his flaws, deep down he'll always make sure you'll be okay, maybe not today, but one day.

[aventurineswife]

Hey hey hey your request is open 👀

Can I have a platonic pigeon! FemReader with the astral express member and with the new member too(like sunday and tingyun I forgot her new name)

Not normal pigeon actually, she have power and She follow march 7th, dan heng and trailblazer to explore the planet they go to. Psst she have human form too but, she is always in her pigeon form. Soft hearted she is, always looking out for who she love(as platonic ofcourse) and making sure they take care of themself.

“Birds of a feather, we should stick together”

Summary: The Astral Express crew embarks on another adventure, with a unique member by their side — you, a pigeon with mysterious powers, always in your feathery form. While you have the ability to take human shape, you prefer your true form, following March 7th, Dan Heng, and the Trailblazer as they explore a new planet. Your soft heart makes you an ever-watchful guardian, ensuring the safety of those you love, even when your efforts are expressed only through your actions and presence.

Tags: Astral Express x Reader, Platonic Guardian, Astral Express, Pigeon!Reader, Slow Burn Friendship.

Warnings: Light angst (reader's emotional depth), Emotional introspection (for some characters).

A/N: I don't think tingyun is a member of the Astral Express... 🧍‍♀️

[Part 2]

The Astral Express hummed softly as it glided through the vast expanse of space, the stars twinkling like distant promises. Aboard the train, the crew prepared for their next destination, the planet they would soon explore. However, not all of the crew members were exactly… typical.

Among the crew, there was you — a pigeon, of all things. But you weren’t a normal pigeon. Your wings were more than just for flying; they held power, an energy that flowed through the air like an ethereal current. Though you could take human form when necessary, you always chose your true, feathery self. Your small, gentle heart was bound to the people you cared for, always fluttering about, keeping a watchful eye on those you loved. And today, your focus was on March 7th, Dan Heng, and the Trailblazer, who were preparing to explore the planet ahead.

March looked up as she noticed you perched on a beam in the corner of the train car, your head tilted curiously at the commotion below. She gave you a warm smile. “Hey, [Name]! Ready for another adventure?”

You cooed softly in response, hopping down and landing next to her. You were always by her side, whether it was accompanying her during her photography sessions or simply fluttering around when she needed company. You were her constant companion, ever the reassuring presence, always encouraging her with a gentle, unwavering spirit.

Dan Heng, usually distant and reserved, caught sight of you as well. His sharp eyes met yours, and for a moment, you noticed a faint hint of a smile tug at his lips. It was rare for him to show much emotion, but you knew he appreciated your quiet support. He’d never admit it, but he relied on you in ways he wouldn’t even admit to himself.

The Trailblazer, ever curious and driven by a desire to uncover mysteries, waved to you as they prepared their gear for the upcoming journey. You let out a soft coo and fluttered your wings, making sure to keep a close eye on them. You could sense their resolve, their determination to push forward into the unknown. And, as always, you were there, watching over them.

“Let’s make sure to be careful, okay?” you wanted to say, but as always, your words were only expressed in soft, comforting sounds that they understood in their own way. Your presence was like a protective shield, your wings wrapping around them even when they couldn’t see it.

As the Astral Express began to slow, the trio gathered their things and made their way towards the exit. You followed closely behind, fluttering around March as she adjusted her camera, Dan Heng checking the surroundings with his usual sharp gaze, and the Trailblazer feeling the anticipation in the air. They each had their role, and you had yours — to ensure they remained safe and cared for, even in the midst of uncertainty.

March paused for a moment, noticing you flapping beside her. “You always look out for us, don’t you?” she said with a laugh, reaching up to gently pat your feathers. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this! I’ll make sure to capture everything, so you’ll have something to look at later.”

Dan Heng, more reserved than the others, cast a quick glance at you. “Keep an eye on us,” he said quietly, his voice low but carrying a weight that hinted at something unspoken. “We’re heading into unknown territory.”

Your heart swelled with affection as you watched them. They may not always show it, but you could feel their bond — a bond you’d sworn to protect. You were more than just a pigeon to them; you were a guardian, a silent witness to their struggles and triumphs.

As the door of the Astral Express opened and the trio stepped out onto the new planet, you followed close behind, your wings fluttering in the wind. The planet before you was strange and beautiful, with towering structures that seemed to reach the heavens, and lush landscapes that whispered of untold secrets.

Sunday, a new member of the crew, had recently joined the team under Welt Yang’s guidance. He observed you from a distance, intrigued by your presence and the energy that seemed to radiate from you. His eyes, golden with a touch of melancholy, lingered for a moment as he took in the sight of you — the enigmatic pigeon that seemed so in tune with the world around you.

Your quiet, tender heart had already found its place among the crew. You were part of their journey, a soft guardian in the background, ensuring they remained safe and connected. You were their protector in a form that seemed to be both gentle and powerful, a symbol of loyalty and warmth amidst the vastness of space.

As March snapped photos of the new world, you fluttered close, making sure she didn’t wander too far into dangerous terrain. Your keen eyes, sharp and aware, scanned the surroundings, ever vigilant for any threat that may arise. You weren’t just a follower; you were their unseen strength, their quiet protector.

“Don’t stray too far, March,” you seemed to whisper as you gently nudged her with your beak, a silent reminder of the world’s unpredictability.

And though you never spoke a word, your actions, your care, and your quiet presence were more than enough.

[dekariosclan]

❄️ ❄️ ❄️ IT’S ALMOST TIME! ❄️ ❄️ ❄️

Galemancers, your Midwinter gift is arriving via Tressym delivery in TWO DAYS! Starting on December 20th, you’ll be able to choose ONE gift from Gale from the provided options. There’s no rush, you’ll have until the 24th to pick (though you might need to use that time to decide which gift you want, because Gale is giving you a lot of good options!)

But remember—while Gale might approve of shenanigans, Tara does not, and she will be watching closely to make sure you only get one gift! So be sure you’ve thought it over thoroughly before you commit to a choice.

If you would like to post your gift after you receive it, Tara does ask that you tag it #gale gift so others may filter that tag to keep their surprise from being spoiled. (This is also your notice that you should probably add a filter for #gale gift as soon as you’re done reading this!)

And worry not: If patience isn’t your domain, all gifts will be revealed after the 24th for all to see, but they will no longer be available to you—so get one while you can!

[green-square-anon]

@lemon-russ @ms--lobotomy @beckyninja

Since Konrad is bat like does he carry his offspring around like one too? They're little curzelings after the guy who scales buildings and whatnot, they know how to hold on!

Obsessed with the idea of Konrad Curze scooting about buildings or whatever with his offspring attached to his chest or back like a monkey.

(Yes in both monkeys and bats case it's the mother not the father who carries the kid, but Konrad is themore gremlin animal like parent so I'm just going to assume it's him).

I only gave him one kid in my verse but I love the mental picture of this large, terrifying, filthy man coming into view climbing onto a balcony or whatever. Then two tiny little 🥺 faces poking out from under his feather cape like chicks under a hen. I've talked about how Konrad isn't like how people draw black cats as little orbs with eyes, but any little baby haunter he sires however?...

Further tragedy in how Konrad was (not) raised. Curzelings tm are meant to hang onto their mama/papa and Konrad was left alll alone. Now he gets to carry around HIS baby/babies.

Konrad Curze scaling a building and people nearby wondering why tf he's moving so slowly and why he's clutching one arm to his chest? Is he hurt? And he's clucthing his kid and/or his partner. He already gave the mother free rides carrying her around to protect her from the nightlords anyways....

[the-writing-pigeon]

Singing In the Shower

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, showering, nudity, Bucky sneaking into the shower, physical touch, pet names (doll), suggestive/slightly dirty talk (if there is anything else let me know!)

A/N: This is something that I came up with, and since I am revamping some of my old stories, there will be some changes. It’s short but sweet, so I hope you like it:) Again, If you recognize some of these stories, I ask that you please do not interact as if I am the same person. I am trying to stay anonymous.

Ever since you were a little girl, you have always loved to sing. You would make a tune or rhythm out of anything. Whistle, drum, hum and most prominently, singing. Your family loved the concerts you would put on, your little plastic microphone in hand. All of those memories come flooding in when you start to hum your favorite childhood song: A teenager in love. 

“One day I feel so happy, The next I feel so sad.” 

You continued the song and smiled when you sang the lyrics that followed. 

“Why must I be a teenager in love?” 

You tried to be as quiet as possible with knowledge that Bucky was sleeping in the room right across the hall. He had a very long mission today, and waking up to a grumpy Bucky was not on your to-do list today. 

Your lips pulled up into a smile once again as you sang the chorus. You couldn’t help being a hopeless romantic, and you were so lucky to have found Bucky. The time you met, was a silly incident on a trip to Romania. 

You thought about the first time the two of you met. It was a silly incident while you were on a trip to Romania; 

You had tripped over your own feet and spilled coffee all over the ground. When you went to get napkins, you turned around and a man had come to help you with the mess. 

You smiled brightly and said, “Oh you don’t have to help me. It’s my own clumsy self coming out.” 

The man shook his head and replied, “It’s alright miss. It’s just some coffee.” 

Let’s just say that you haven’t ordered coffee in public since then. You shook off the funny memory as you rinsed your (length, color, and texture) hair. While humming to yourself, you didn’t hear the bathroom door creak open, your boyfriend entering the steam-filled room. 

The shower curtain barely shuffled open, and you could feel the warm presence of your loving, hunky boyfriend behind you. He had taken his metal arm off before hopping in, making sure the technology didn’t get ruined. His lips pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, his right hand resting on your soft tummy. With his skin pressed against yours, everything felt right.

“I didn’t know you could sing doll.” His voice is low and groggy, most likely just from waking up. 

The butterflies in your belly fluttered, and a smile grew on your face. “Only in the shower.” You say, leaning back in his warm embrace. He gives your forehead a gentle kiss, and the two of you sway as you continue to hum your favorite song. 

“You know, I bought this album on vinyl when it first came out, it was my mothers favorite.” Your brows raised, almost forgetting that the man you love was born much earlier than you were. 

“Wow… it must’ve been a hit if it is still popular today, hm?” You turn, looking up at Bucky, his blue eyes crinkling with joy as he smiles. 

“It was,” He pauses and cups your cheek, his thumb grazing over the soft and textured skin of your face. “But I think it sounds better when you sing it.” The burly man leans down, peppering your face with kisses until he finally presses a soft kiss to your lips. Even though you have known him for a while, and you live with him, you still get nervous around Bucky. And every kiss feels like the first; Magical. 

His gentle hand helps you scrub your body, and he helps you condition your hair, turning off the faucet once he finished. He reaches out of the shower and grabs your soft towel, wrapping it around your body with his arm just like a big hug. 

“Do you promise to sing more often, doll?” He asks, smirking as adds, “Maybe on my cock next time?” 

With a gasp and a light slap to his chest, you giggle and press a sloppy kiss to his lips. 

“In your dreams!” You say, laughing with Bucky as you both exit the shower, feeling clean and happy. 

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Someone makes a very good point.

@nevesmose @ms--lobotomy

Sanguinius Courting Headcanons

-Puffs his wings up around you. He does not notice he does this. He is showing off. If you bring it up, he is forcing those feathers to un-fluff and probably blushing. Also shakes and shivers his wings at you. Yes, like a dance. He's dancing. He doesn't know how to dance though so the wings will have to do.

-Starts taking an interest in collecting things for you. Could be anything. He's not sure what it is about these things that catch his eye... (they're all either shiny or super colourful. He's a bird he's going to collect the pretties)

-Also brings food. Lots of food. Specifically snacks. Why snacks? Because he doesn't want to ruin your eating schedule - a considerate boi :)

-Preens you. Always picking at your hair and clothes, removing dust and other things, not necessarily cleaning like Leman, because Leman intends to MAKE you clean, Sanguinius just KEEPS you clean. He'll adjust your clothes and brush your hair out of your eyes, all the little things like that

●Always wants to hold your hand, STRUGGLES not to. Always. Wants physical affection but won't make a move because he doesn't want to overwhelm you.

●Hums a lot around you. Not necessarily singing but definitely make some kind of music. Whistles and hums mostly.

●He'll take you by the hands and walk with you. This guy does a full Howl Jenkins-Pendragon. Seriously, he's flying and he's got you and it's a whole thing.

[ddarker-dreams]

We are very thankful with your generosity, Can I ask for Gojo or Chrollo crumbs plis?

"What's gotcha all worked up, anyway?"

Panting, you wipe the sweat accumulating on your temple.

From this angle, Satoru towers overhead, leisurely approaching with his hands tucked into his pockets. Your eyes rake over his form for any opening. Even in this casual posture, with his Infinity deactivated, you find nothing. Not even a sliver that has a one-in-a-million chance to make physical contact. You'd sooner tear the moon from the sky than inflict the most superficial injury upon him.

Satoru bends over, tilting his head as he inspects you. "Shouldn't we be, I dunno, using our words or something? Communication is the key to every healthy relationship."

"You're insufferable."

"Fair, fair— ah, back up already?" Satoru dodges a blow to his head. "Hate to say it, but this is your weakest attempt yet. Need a handicap?"

Another series of jabs fail to come within inches of his person.

"A hint?"

Then another.

"Wanna phone a friend, maybe?" He catches your wrist with a grin you can only describe as maniacal. "Alright, I'm calling a timeout. Can't have you going into cardiac arrest on me."

In an instant, you're spun around. He pins your arms together from behind, rendering any resistance impossible. Regardless, you do what you can, writhing around enough for him to slightly loosen his grip, lest he dislocate your wrist. You hear him sigh beside your ear.

"... Do you hate me that much?"

Your breath catches in your throat.

Memories come flooding through from the high tide he raised. Hours spent shoulder to shoulder, playing through the latest game release. Him trying to sneak bites of your dango while fireworks in the night sky distracted you. You, him, and a blurry third figure, traipsing through an aquarium, without a care in the world.

If he wasn't holding onto you, you think you may have collapsed.

A defeated laugh leaves your lips.

After what feels like an eternity, you admit what you both already know.

"I don't think I can."

[thesandsofelsweyr]

🎀

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

Jay tying you up with those little ribbon thingies he wears around his wrists sometimes.

Or better yet...

You tying Jay to your four poster bed with his own ribbons after forcing him to take off his muzzle and vigilante gear, strip down to only his red jock and thigh holsters, so you can grind against his dripping cock while he whines pitifully through his ball gag. A helpless damsel in distress at your mercy.