𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍

“ᴅʀʏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs, ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ! ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ʙᴀʙʏ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾 ʜᴀs ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ!” ✯ 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 ✯ ✶ ᴘᴀʀᴛ-ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, ғᴜʟʟ-ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏ. ✦ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ/sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ✧ #MVRP #HOUSAMORP ⇣

el pájaro mi amor

i lost two followers what a cawtasrophe

Caw man, he's broken a bottle of wine he'd been aging...!

Thunderbird's one cawky guy, just look at that smile when he fights!

'Caw' jokes are my new thing, sorry in advance for the oncoming tweets.

|| was planning on writing a decidueye soon, but DOS birds is a concerning amount of birds to have

This morning, Thunderbird Says: ⚡️🦅 - “WEAR A MASK”

“Kuh— HA! Okay okay, you win. Apologies for the sudden standoff, baby.” Thunderbird would release Remy's claws... but feathered legs still had the poor dragon the ground. Nonetheless, cue a flick of the brim. “Name's Thunderbird. Hero of the Downtrodden. And you?”

“...Would ya' rather it be serious? 'Cause if /that's/ what you want...” A tighter grip - a deeper stare. The overbearing beak of the aggressor, inching closer. “Then /I/ might need a' change of clothes...~”

Unfortunately, this is no mere trip to the stars. This is Thunderbird Express™. Fast winds rushed against their faces, clouds became white blurs against their sound-breaking speed—! ...A bit of an exaggeration, sure. But Koops better hold on tight.

Terrifying?! A bit of an exaggeration. Embarrassing? Maybe, but there /are/ worse positions to be in. Yet the silence wouldn't last for long, as the strange avian finally broke into a laugh. “...At least try 'n fight back, partner. I wrangled you easier than a pack a' sheep.”

“...You 'need' me, dontcha? Aw, I might be blushin'.” His grip would eventually loosen, a wing gently plopped onto Sam's head. What? The guy's a sucker for hugs. “Luckily for you, I could use some good company as well. I'm in a real 'creative' mood... catchin' my drift?”

Warm feathers gripped Remy's claws - the overbearing avian's beak rested inches above his. Thunder rested on his knees, both planted beside Remy's waist. The attacker remained quiet. An intense stare into Remy. In circumstances like these, does he /want/ to be released?

HEY! Nobody /ever/ forces Thunderbird to sing. ...fetching arrows sounds fun though.