#CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHERE THIS GOES!!

[topherwrites]

tyler in this fic is soooo.....

On the Horizon (1/3)

Summary: You've been pining over your coworker for a while now. He might not have realized but someone has.  Pairing:Tyler Owens x F!Reader (with minor Scott x F!Reader) Word Count: 2.5K  Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Angst, flirting, and asshole!Scott. Future chapters will be smutty. Not all themes are tagged. A/N: Thanks to @writercole for the summary and @ryebecca @mermaidxatxhear @clairewritesandrambles and @a-reader-and-a-writer for their beta help. Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

Masterlist ♡ Glen Powell Character Masterlist

It’s sweltering in the midday sun and you wipe the sweat from your brow as you surreptitiously watch Scott work beside you. He doesn't seem bothered by the heat, typing away on his computer despite the stagnant air. It makes you yearn for the cool, controlled environment of the labs you used to work in before Javi recruited you. Although he'd likely tell you this weather was perfect for a storm, you're miserable. Meteorology isn’t even your specialty; you’re here for your engineering skills to manage the specialized equipment the team relies on for their data collection.

Perched on the tailgate of the Storm Par truck, you have a clear view of the other storm chasers clustering around Tyler Owens' red truck. The man in question emerges with a brilliant smile, and beside you, Scott scoffs, annoyed. He hates Tyler, and you're pretty sure the feeling is mutual. 

"Ass," Scott mutters, returning his attention to his computer.

When you look up again, you catch Tyler watching the two of you. You know he’s more than likely looking for a chance to provoke Scott, but to your surprise, he offers you a wink and pulls down the brim of his hat in acknowledgment. Before you can react, he's turned to speak to one of the young women on his team, giving her his full attention. A hand rests casually on her shoulder.

You wish Scott would acknowledge you like that. You thought things would be different after the night you shared weeks ago, but he quickly dashed those hopes the next morning, ignoring you completely. He only seemed to look at you when he needed your tech skills or when you made a mistake. Your cheeks still burn from his last reprimand in front of the team, the sting of his criticism lingering.

Clearing your throat, Scott’s eyes briefly land on you before returning to the computer screen. 

"What?" he demands.

"I was going to get something to eat. Do you want anything?”

"Yeah, you know what I like," he says dismissively. 

When it's clear that's all you're getting from him, you push off the truck onto the dusty road with a soft exhale and head into the gas station. The air conditioning inside practically makes you groan with relief, and you take a moment to appreciate the cool air. 

"You're not melting on us, are you, city girl?" You jump at the unexpected voice, surprised to see it belongs to Tyler. "MIT got you all wound up, huh?” He questions, amused. 

"What?"

"Your boss," he clarifies. 

"Oh, he's um...he's not my boss. Javi is."

"No?" he asks, brows raised. "Well, he certainly barks at you like he is."

Heat rushes to your face as you realize Tyler must have overheard Scott reprimand you yesterday after you miscalibrated one of the sensors.

"If you worked with my team, I'd be a lot nicer," he says.

You stare at him, unsure how to react to his comment and the suggestive tone. Before today, you’d barely spoken to him, although you get the impression that his flirtatious nature is just a normal part of his outgoing personality. Thankfully, you’re spared from having to figure out how to respond when the doorbell jingles and someone calls your name.

It’s Scott. 

"Owens," he bites out. 

Your lips part in a surprised inhale as he places a hand on your shoulder and stands so close that you can feel the fabric of his shirt brushing against your arm. Tyler's gaze drops briefly to your mouth before returning to your face with a knowing smile. 

 "Well, I enjoyed our chat," he tells you, not bothering to acknowledge Scott. "We should do this again, sweetheart."

Once he’s gone, Scott moves to stand in front of you "What did he want?" he demands.

"Oh, nothing. Just...saying hi."

Scott tenses, and he steps into your space, cupping your elbow. "You shouldn't talk to him," he advises.

When he tilts his head to stare down at you, something flickers in his blue eyes that looks an awful lot like jealousy. You glance over your shoulder at Tyler, only to have Scott say your name again, more forcefully. Turning back, you find his intense dark blue eyes locked onto yours. For the first time since that night in the hotel room, you realize you have Scott’s full attention and that sends a thrill of excitement through you.

You bite your lip, the beginning of an idea coming together.

An opportunity arises to put your plan into motion later that night. Nearly everyone has descended on the only motel in town, but no one seems interested in staying in their rooms. Music pumps from Tyler’s red truck and another group grill burgers nearby. Alcohol is flowing freely as different teams mingle.

You spot Scott busy inside the Storm Par command van, completely absorbed in his work. From experience, you know any attempt to pull him away would be pointless, but spending time with Tyler just might. You linger at the edge of the parking lot, trying to muster the courage to approach the Tornado Wrangler crew. They’re sharing beers and laughing, but when you look closer you realize a lot of them are still working in some way or another. Lily has the inner workings of her drone exposed, tinkering while Dani and Tyler look like they’re securing something to the side of his truck.

Suddenly what felt like a great idea earlier now seems silly. So does your sundress and the time you spent making yourself look nice. Any attempt to enact your plan would mean intruding on their little bubble. Besides, you’re not even sure this hairbrained idea would even work on Scott a second time. 

You turn to head back to your room when Tyler calls out, “Hey city girl, you want a beer?”

You freeze, eyes closing briefly as you realize there’s no turning back now. You’ve been spotted. When you face him again Tyler is watching you with a casual, expectant smile. He leans against the hood of his truck with one arm draped over it.

“Come on, we don’t bite,” he encourages. 

“Not unless you ask us to,” Boone chimes in, earning a collective groan and playful slap to the back of his head from Dani.

Someone tosses you a beer, and you fumble to catch it. It’s icy and slippery. Tyler watches you with a raised eyebrow as a slow, amused smile spreads across his face. You’ve never felt less cool in your life and you end up looking anywhere but him. 

“Hey…you’re an engineer right?” Lily calls out. “You wanna take a look at the wing here? She’s giving me some trouble.”

You glance at the Storm Par van, half expecting Scott to come to scold you for even considering helping the enemy, but he’s still inside. 

“Tin Man seems pretty tied up with his work,” Tyler observes. “I think you’re safe to join us, Dorothy.”

You blink, both surprised and a bit embarrassed to realize just how obvious you must be. “Uh, yeah, I can take a look,” you tell Lily.

She grins, shifting back on her heels. You follow her over to the truck to examine the drone. Lily talks you through everything she’s already tried so far with Cairo and you ask her a few questions in return. After a bit of trial and error, you identify the issue. Thankfully it's a quick fix. 

Boone lets out a low whistle, impressed. “You know, if things don’t pan out with the corporate overlords, I bet Ty would offer you a spot on our team.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reply, watching Tyler round the truck and draw closer to you.

“I’m a much nicer boss than Scout,” he promises.

“He’s not my boss,” you remind Tyler. “And his name is Scott.”

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” he intones, holding your gaze with an intensity that makes it hard to focus on anything but the way he’s looking at you.

You let out a nervous little chuckle, realizing that you hadn’t actually planned for anything beyond capturing Tyler’s attention. Glancing down at the beer in your hands, you fiddle with the label until Tyler takes the bottle. He twists off the cap and hands it back without a word.

You offer him a quick, “thanks,” and take a sip. The lukewarm, hoppy flavor tingles on your tongue. You make a face.

“Not a beer girl?” Tyler asks, drawing back to give you a thoughtful once-over. He hums consideringly. “No, you strike me as a rosé-all-day type.”

“Actually, I’m a whisky girl,” you lie, grinning at the surprised blink you get in response.

“I must be losing my touch,” he confesses, leaning into your space and letting you catch the faint scent of his cologne or deodorant—something sharp and clean like the ozone that lingers in the air after a storm. “Unless, of course, you’re just messing with me,” he continues. “But you wouldn’t do something like that, would you, city girl?”

The way he stares at you suggests that he’s not just talking about your choice of drink. Before you can stop yourself, you look over his shoulder, searching for Scott. Tyler doesn’t turn to see what has your attention. He doesn’t need to, you realize.

“A lesser man might take that as a blow to his ego.” His tone is teasing as he uses two fingers under your chin to gently guide your gaze back to him. “Lucky for you, darlin’, I’m a big boy.”

A prickling warmth spreads across your body, and your jaw muscles tingle with a mix of embarrassment and anxiety. You must have been horribly transparent in your attempt, you realize.

“I’m not…I didn’t,” you stumble over your words as Tyler’s smile grows.

“The decent thing to do is ask,” he encourages. He cranes his neck behind him and you see Scott’s finally noticed the two of you together. “Better make it quick, he’s on his way over here now.” 

“What?”

“You know what,” he replies, tapping your nose.

Panic settles in, your reluctance to admit what you were trying to do warring with your desire to get Scott’s attention. “Okay, okay, fine,” you relent. “I’m trying to make Scott jealous.”

You can see Scott over Tyler’s shoulder now, his expression dark. He’s second away from being in hearing range. “Tyler. Please.”

“Well since you said the magic word.” 

He turns and in one smooth motion throws his arm over your shoulder to draw you in close. That seems to surprise Scott whose pace slows as he approaches. Your heart flutters wildly in your chest as you gaze up at him, acutely aware of Tyler’s body pressed firmly against your side.

“Hey, Scooter,” Tyler greets. “Want a beer?”

Scott’s cheek ripples in annoyance. “No,” he says curtly. 

“Suit yourself.” Tyler shrugs. He grabs the bottle in your hand and takes a long drink from it before handing it back to you. “Nothing better than a cold one after a day of chasing storms.”

Scott’s nostrils flare and he utters your name in a clipped tone. 

“Uh, I better go,” you tell Tyler. “Thanks for the beer.”

“Well, I hope to see more of you later, sweetheart,” he replies with a wink. 

The second you’re within reach, Scott’s hand is on your upper back and quickly moves to rest at the base of your neck. You feel a little like an errant school child with the way he guides you past the rest of Tyler’s crew, whose goodbyes are decidedly less enthusiastic than their welcome. Boone glances between you and Scott, making a face that you can’t quite decipher.

“I thought you were headed to bed early,” Scott accuses as soon as you’re out of earshot of the crew. He’s tense beside you, fingers flexing against your skin. 

“I was but then the Wrangler crew invited me to join them for a beer.” He doesn’t need to know you sought them out for your ill-conceived plan. 

Scott scoffs, moving in front of you. He stares down at you. “You shouldn’t be wasting your time with those hillbillies.” 

“They aren’t so bad,” you defend until he pins you with a quelling look. You know Scott well enough by now to drop the topic, even if his words don’t sit quite right with you. Tyler and his friends were nothing but kind to you tonight.

“Storm Par can’t be seen spending time with those amateurs. It’s bad for business. You should know better.”

You realize, with a sinking feeling, that he’s not jealous — he’s just angry. He’d probably be just as upset if another member of your team was seen mingling with the so-called enemy. How could you have been stupid enough to think talking to Tyler would make him want you again? 

“Come on,” Scott urges, seemingly intent on walking you back to your hotel room. 

At the door, you wave the card over the keypad and shoulder the old, warped door open. Before you can turn to bid Scott a good night a hand on your hips pushes you forward and he follows you inside. The door shuts and he plucks the keycard from your hands, thoughtlessly tossing it on the bedside table.

His mouth is on yours before you can speak, his hands grabbing at the hem of your sundress. The shift in his mood is enough to disorient you and you don’t resist when his tongue invades your mouth. The back of your knees hit the bed and then he’s on top of you, warm and solid. He pulls roughly at the strap of your dress, his teeth nipping at the exposed skin. When you feel his hand land on your inner thigh you push at his chest. 

“Wait, Scott,” you breathe. This feels nothing like your last time together. 

He pulls back, a tick in his jaw as he stares down at you. “It's been a long day,” he says, “and we both know you want this.”

You do want him, more than anything, but there’s something about his tone and words that dredge up an uncomfortable feeling in your chest. It makes your skin prickle, and you avert your gaze, suddenly uncertain. Above you, Scott sighs, and you feel his fingertips gently touch your jaw. You think of Tyler suddenly, his teasing tone and the amusement in his green eyes. When you look back at Scott, his unreadable blue eyes meet yours. 

The bed creaks as he shifts back. “I can just go,” he offers.

“No, please don’t.” The words escape your lips before you even realize you’ve spoken. This is what you wanted, you remind yourself. Scott’s the kind of man you always dreamed about, handsome and intelligent – one of those Ivy League boys who never looked twice at you in college. 

“Good answer,” he says with a smile.

You pull him closer, and as his lips find yours once more, the lingering discomfort fades away. You’re finally getting what you’ve wanted.

 Aren’t you?

♡

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[mimimar]

don't leave, my universe

(art prints)

[nezhanetwork]

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[idrellegames]

[some-loozzr]

OK YOU COOKED WITH THIS ONE MAN HOLY FUCK /vpos

"Possible Threats" - Blue Moon AU

It's been a couple months since Gianna's passing...while people were still mourning for her loss slowly....Alice's tyranny has only grown rapidly.

Kids have been scrambling to do their best to keep these beasts at bay...to most have fallen or hidden out of fear. Moon Base has been struggling to get out more members out in the fields to join along side Gianna's close friends; Sector PHP, Carol, Aiden, Plantazia, and many more to put on the list that are fighting to avenge Gianna from her death.

However, there was still ways to go until their main mission is complete; Defeat Alice and destroy The Entity.

One night, the creatures in one area of the neighborhood decide to roam and search for any new victims to torture...Except for one. One of the Shadow Walkers was just roaming the streets normally, watching all of the destruction happen in front of it.

Creatures were happily flying around, destroying anything in their paths. It was like their own little playground..

Though behind the eyes of the Shadow Walkers...is the eyes of The Devil's Doll....Alice Anderson. The demon girl who kids heavily despise and hate for the terrible crime she committed. Somewhere in the town, is a base for her to rest in and watch chaos rain down from above, admiring her new powers and abilities given by The Entity.

"...Hehehe..."

"Finally....everything is going according to plan, my friends!" "Soon enough...this world will be ours and kids will finally see who they've been dealing with this whole time!" "After I killed Gianna...that right there has been the warning sign to everyone in the world that any who oppose...will pay a price!" "Nothing can stop us now!"

It wasn't long before a spirit form of The Entity appeared from the shadows and approaches Alice. While it did enjoy the current victory...it knew that there would still be obstacles to worry about.

"....Ms. Anderson..."

"...As much we are victorious at this time...Aren't you worried that despise the act you committed, there are still kids out there who still fight to get to us?"

Alice could only laugh at The Entity's question for a good few seconds....before changing her expression to be serious and brushing off the concern.

"You worry too much my dear friend....May I remind you that we are swatting people down like flies when attempting to fight our creatures?"

Alice then turns to face her spiritual friend, smiling widely.

"..Besides, you've seen the current progress through this crystal ball yourself! Haha! How can you not be smiling and enjoying every second of this moment?! So what if a couple brats don't heed the warning, their demise will be met anyways!!"

This of course didn't please The Entity....it decided to grow large and stare down at Alice, sending a threatening aura.

"Alice...May I remind you that your pride is in the way to completing the plan in its entirety.." "I am aware of the progress we have; However, there is an issue with the current kids that are still fighting back...specifically Gianna's friends."

It then uses the crystal ball to change point of views...to the one where some of Gianna's friends were fighting the hoards of creatures attacking them....It was Aiden and Carol. Both of their expressions had the aura of enragement while taking down these creatures one by one.

"...What concerns me is that despite the despair levels being higher than 5....they continue to fight on and not rest until they reach us.." "..Plus...let's not forget about this new....Blue Moon that suddenly appeared that made the creatures weaker to those kids!" "There are rumors as we speak that this Blue Moon is actually Gianna in spirit, trying to help out the people by lending her energy to fight back our army."

Alice could only go silent at that point since the current situations were...shocking. Yet she shook off her speechless reactions and folds her arms, looking away.

"...Ok then...what do you think we should do to make sure these guys don't slow down our progress?"

The Entity soon returns to its spirit form and floats to Alice's face.

"I suggest that we keep making sure that these creatures soon start going towards them...push them back while the rest keep the progress of the world domination going at a steady pace. I can adjust these creatures to make sure that Gianna's friends are wanted dead..."

"That way the second their sight is on any of these friends....no mercy will be shown."

Alice soon thinks on the plan and realizes what The Entity meant...a smirk slowly forming on her face.

"In other words...we exhaust them til they are too tired to fight!"

She then laughs evilly and claps her hands together.

"Very well, master...I shall pay a visit to our other 'friend' and inform them about this course of action~"

The Entity nods once, soon disappearing into a puff of smoke.

Alice soon makes her way to a very dark room, skipping happily...until she stopped and looked up at giant being that was chained up...Acting as a power source to summoning the Shadow Creatures to the world.

"Hello there~ I do hope you're ready for an upgrade..."

"...Irk~"

(Whew! This panels were a lot to do but it was worth it! Thank you to Kandy for doing that fight scene for me since I can't really do one for the love of me ^^;)

(But enjoy this new Blue Moon post~)

Aiden and Carol and Fight Scene Drawing - @kandykatz

Sector PHP - @artsygirl0315

Plantaiza & Irk - @some-loozzr

[erinwantstowrite]

i rewatched the spider-verse movies so im thinking about miles atm but you have a couple posts about him and LoF so i was just wondering what would the bats opinions be on him ??

oh, they're gonna love him. peter has quite a few pupils in the future, but miles is his legacy. carrying on that spider-man name and making it his own? miles is practically his little brother in the future, his pride and joy. the Bats are older too around this time so they each have different dynamics with miles. bruce is leaning towards fully retired by the time peter is in his mid twenties (i think bruce is like 53 when peter is 25?). by the time miles comes around they're used to having students and a bunch of family so he is welcomed with open arms

[frootbyethefoot]

caught up with drdt. everyone in this class is trained in the art of escalating minor arguments to life changing violence. not a single normal person in this group. it's awesome never change drdt cast.

[complexraspberry]

Yall should go read @avatarkurukdefender's fic 'A Literal Team Avatar'

Wanted to draw some moments from the first chapter and it's been forever since I drew these characters, so it was nice to be inspired to do so again

[id: a digital illustration. The image depicts 3 doodles of teenage Roku, Kuruk, Kyoshi, and Yangchen; each in monochrome colours of red, blue, green, and orange respectively. Top left shows Kuruk holding up his animal pelt above his face with a joyful expression. Next to him is Kyoshi. Her headwear is crooked and she has a hand raised to her face. She is smiling with Kuruk. Above them reads 'affectionately bullying a 14 year old'. Top right has Roku looking up at Yangchen with a peeved expression as he is now the shortest. Yangchen has a sympathetic smile as she looks at Roku. The bottom drawing is of Roku hitting Kuruk's pelt over his face with the latter making an aggravated noise. /end id]

[fanaticsnail]

Life Update

Ophelia is currently resting on twelve eggs that belong not only to her, but her three flockmates too. We have been keeping an eye on her, and she is doing a good job keeping the babies warm.

In a couple of days, we'll candle them when she goes out to get herself some food, and see if any of them are viable. But judging by how broody she's been, there's definately potential for some chicks in the Snail House soon!

[isca-rambles]

Tim putting little boots in Lucy's locker because she's technically a rookie TO (temporary or not) so he can call her boot again. that's it. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[applepixls]

watching ren's scootball episode and joel being the aggressive star scootball player? there is so much room for aus and rival scootball team stuff with etho...

[raayllum]

What's wrong? I've seen you do a lot of awful things, dark magic things, but I always believed in you because you had a reason. But what you did, the way you tricked that Moonshadow elf? It was just... cruel.

[skyshipper]

@PSCENTRAL​ EVENT 22: 2023 WRAPPED PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS AS PRESENTS

[hongtonie]

happy birthday to the best leader, karam <3

[bee-can-art]

Wilbur: Leave your home.

Quackity: Why?

Wilbur: Join la ciudad del casapuntas >:)

• Click for better quality (23/03/2023)    

[shaotie]

Ok so I just read 'Leo's Returning Debut' by Reclusive_Raven (link below) on archiveofourown.org and I couldn't go to bed until after I drew this:

This was my take on the description of the krangified Leo (with a bit of my imagination thrown in too, of course 🙂) This is the scene I drew from the fanfic:

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Tensing his muscles Leo settles into a familiar fighting stance. He holds the key close to his plastron, he's gripping it so hard if it were anything else it probably would have been crushed by now. He's never going to let them get it, he'll find a way to keep fighting even after he takes his last breath. He's not going to let them end the world. He'll keep his family safe, it doesn't matter what he has to take from himself to do it.

🔹🔹🔹

@reclusive-raven, if you see this I want to let you know I'm not an artist, sorry if I butchered it, but I had a whole lot of fun drawing your au's Leo! ����🐢

- Leo's Returning Debut on ao3