#Cloudburst

[fluffyxai]

Cloud bursts

An artfight I did for Nerdyarty. My OC Cloudburst accidentally meets their OC C.... Cloud Burst! When he mistook her for an actual cloud! Thank Celestia he tried to nap on her instead of trying to bust her. But her maybe now they can make friends and bond over having the same name. to be fair, Rainbow Dash gave him his.

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[paintbucket-pony]

dissapeared for a month and came back with a whole new artstyle

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

AK Scarecrow || In the Cloudburst

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

Felt like drawing another Cloudburst and Lis, again I am working on the Gaia gang pic, it’s just taking me a bit.

[todays-just-a-daydream]

Liam Gallagher sings Oasis bside Cloudburst in Cardiff on second night of Definitely Maybe 30th Anniversary Tour [source]

I dedicate this next song to the fuckin’ flamingoes!

(this one from the first day may be even better vocals wise but footage isn’t as good)

[celluloidrainbow]

CLOUDBURST (2011) dir. Thom Fitzgerald Stella and Dotty are an older lesbian couple from Maine who embark on a Thelma and Louise-style road trip to Nova Scotia to get married after Dotty is moved into a nursing home by her granddaughter. Along the way they pick up Prentice, a hitchhiker travelling home to Nova Scotia to visit his dying mother, and the three bond as they travel together. (link in title)

[scarysongbirds-wc]

Cloudstar of Juniperclan (he/they)

Formerly known as Cloudburst, 45 moons, ???/9 lives remaining

kin: Lynxhollow (littermate, sister)

a large, muscular, battle-scarred tom with folded ears, pale blue eyes, and a long, well-groomed pelt.

fun fact about this guy!!! he HATES water. and unfortunately, with the swampy nature of (parts) of Juniperclan's territory, he unfortunately gets wet quite frequently, leaving him in a bad mood all day.

this dislike of water has led to Juniperclan expanding their hunting techniques and diets, though. at one point, they had been frequently fighting with Mossclan for control of the mangrove swamps, and while Cloudstar has continued thus crusade, he's begun to promote land-based prey among his clan, often leading exercises himself. while Cloudstar is a cruel, tough mentor, he is fair with his praise, and many cats of Juniperclan are tough enough to work through this criticism. He holds a very strong dislike towards those who are lazy and/or tardy, and has been seen berating apprentices who have strayed too far or have gotten too friendly with cats from other clans.

They hold everyone in high suspicions and constantly question the motives of others. He has trouble connecting with others, and shows little to no interest in making friends, enemies or relationships. He feels like his independence is all that he has-- and he teaches Juniperclan's apprentices to be self-reliant by changing their warrior assessments into spending a night "alone" in the woods (with a small patrol following and supervising at a distance).

He is considered very protective by many of his clanmates, and he frequently visits the nursery. Cloudstar wants to have a family of his own one day, although he's unsure about how he feels about biological kits.  They have a strong sense of loyalty and duty. They strive for autonomy, power, and freedom for Juniperclan.

Notably, Cloudstar only became leader of Juniperclan after Coralstar, now Coralspine, retired after a bloody battle with Sedgeclan where he mowed down their cats. The population gap between Sedgeclan and the other two clans can essentially be explained away by Cloudstar's presence and strategy in that battle. His battle prowress is renowned and there are whispers that he does not obey the warrior code, instead following his own morals, removing the perceived threats to Juniperclan.

another fun fact! he is a polydactyl :)

if any of you are familiar with Tarot cards/manor arcana, his is the heirophant :)

morally grey little battle cat. I love this man

[sparklingpax]

I love and miss them and their whole dynamic SO goddamn much no one will ever understand,,,,,!!! 😭💗💖💫🩷✨😩💖✨💗💔❤️💝😭✨‼️

[wlwmoviebracket]

round 2 (64/64)

[shesquaredpodcast]

Cloudburst.

Olympia Dukakis and Brenda Fricker.

[ask-swiftmend]

Look familiar?

Cloud Burst with a new look. Originally meant to be Mod Ponysona. She is still a weather fanatic, and Stormchaser, but- thing is. Mod is afraid of heights, and resonates with unicorns more sooo here we are! Cloud Burst 2.0 has arrived!!

[paintbucket-pony]

one day ill draw her without changing the design of the mane

Buy me a coffee ☕️

[dndtreasury]

Cloudburst by Griffon's Saddlebag

[beyondtheadobe]

[youllnevercatchme]

Don't go out tonight //

Hate to see you go

[gardengummyeel]

Frog Wizards

Frog wizards, three of them, and their human mercenary-turned retainer-turned adoptive father warrior that bring balance to the elemental forces through their self-sacrifice, each becoming a statue that guards a valley associated with whatever element they embodied.

One guards a valley high in the mountains, snow perpetually covering the steep, but safe, staircase that leads to the small grotto where their statue resides. The grotto plays host to a small temple and settlement, where devoted peoples tend to the statue of their patron and cultivate the population of ribbit-rimes. Small frogs covered in rime and cool to the touch—called ribbit-rimes—decorate both the staircase and the grotto, and in the deep, deep winter they glow ever so softly with cold, blue light. Though harmless on their own, combined they enforce a deep, magical connection to the tree of the world, a single, spiritual root tied directly to the statue of the wizard frog. This connection allows the spirit and will of the wizard, and thus, by extension, the spirit and will of ice itself, to protect the grotto and stabilizes its magic across the planet and planes. Pilgrims are more than welcome, and a village across the grotto's lake is the home of thousands who have decided to carve out a life high in the mountains, or those descended from such people. Though deep in the caves of the mountain, sunlight streams in through crystal clear ice that bathes the hollows in light, and brilliant moss illuminates the cavern ceilings at night with an exact replica of the stars outside; a gift from the spirit of frost. Those knowledgeable in magic that study ice here become as resilient and enduring as the stuff, with the ferocity of a snowstorm that leaves few willing to cross them. Despite this, they often also become kinder, more welcoming people willing to help others at any cost, a teaching from the villagers and monks of the caves.

Another guards the volcanic crevasses of a great desert, where stone, not sand, gives the desert its foundation and where the great heat drives most living things mad. Yet, all throughout the desert exist great towering pinnacles of green, spires growing around ancient cores of volcanoes where cities take root. See, the desert is a mild lie, for beneath the scorching stone lays deep, rich roil, fed by the minerals deep within the earth pushed up by the magma that also scars the land. Caverns here are filled with life, and where it manages to break through the stone above, it turns into these brilliant displays of endurance. It is in the greatest of these that the wizard resides, a massive, wide spire growing around a recently-extinct volcano. A city here celebrates their patron yearly, and worship fire as a force of destruction necessary for life; even the worship of death is welcome, as long as it is selfless and borne from the need to learn and grow. In the stony lands around it, a great labyrinth of homes and worship-palaces and markets trickles out following the gentle flow of the many rivers and creeks flowing from the spire, while the spire itself is a great farm, growing endless fruit and grain. Sky-docks adorn the very top of the spire, and at the center of these stands the proud visage of the wizard, guarding the city through the tiny flicker-frogs. Smaller than a thumb, these tiny creatures glow bright red through their obsidian-black skin, and form the anchor that allows the world tree to manifest a precious few branches in the physical world, blooming with pitaya and lychee and cherimoya and many more tropical fruits. Precious beyond compare, fruits from this tree are valued for their taste, magical properties, and cultural significance. Though they're worth more than their weight in gold, the city distributes the fruit to its citizens every ten-year, when the branches have given enough fruit to do such a thing. The fruit of these branches will never rot, and are in every instance delicious to any who taste their flesh. Foreigners may purchase the fruit for high prices, or they may arrive during the ten-year to receive them as gifts in exchange for other valuable goods. Every century the branches bloom with such vigor that the city sees it fit to share the fruits with the world at large, and send beautiful barges through the sky to distribute the fruit to those who want them. Through these voyages many make friends with those of far-off lands, and some even marry and sire children, settling in their new homes far from their homeland.

The third among them boasts a place in the sky islands floating across the planet's equator, visiting the skies of dozens of nations and peoples in their journey. Though not unified in government, the people of the islands take great care to pass along the wizard's island against the spin of their islands, and the globe. Thus, every person making a home on the floating continent is able to visit such a venerated site and pray or simply lay in its magical wonder. Along the island's journey, small tadpoles with feathery gills swim through the air, translucent and nearly untouchable, only pushing and pulling on physical substance when they deem fit. These develop into small frogs, though these live for many, many years. Most remain small, and are content with being guardian spirits in many homes on the islands. Some grow large indeed, and become venerated spirits in the settlements they call home. The largest among them live in the clouds themselves, swimming contently alongside a retinue of tadpoles and smaller frogs, likened to whales in the sky. These spirits form the anchor of the world tree across the whole world, and its roots are the currents of wind that dictate the weather and routes of sky ships.

All are guarded by a statue of a man, dressed in simple leather armor and with a distinct but not gorgeous face. A man one might come across at any point in their life, elevated to the guardian spirit of the tides of the wild themselves, and venerated just as much as the wizards. Myth speaks of times of crisis, where all seemed lost and the forces of darkness drew their swords to strike down the wizard frogs and break their hold on magic and seize it for themselves. In every attempt the statue is said to have produced a spirit made of flesh and bone in its likeness, drawn its blade (shining in the sun or starlight, depends on the story, with the unmistakable glint of common, cheap steel) and cut them down with as much ease as one might walk through a gentle breeze. The veracity of these claims is contested, but none can deny that the statue of the guardian hidden deep within the valley the wizards first met the man holds great magical power, the confluence of his sons' magic in tempest and tranquility. Rarely, if ever, does the spirit of the guardian grant its gift to a warrior, but when it does that warrior is endowed with a love for their purpose greater than any seen in mortals otherwise. These warriors, called paladins, can dedicate themselves to anything they deem worthy of their service, though the statue grants its gift only to those with love in their hearts. Even so, many paladins have become corrupted by this love, the ways too numerous to list. Around the statue is a small village, protected by the statue and small, mortal frogs that have no innate magical abilities. Despite this, they anchor the heartwood of the world tree to the world, and the force so many describe simply as love becomes a physical, manipulable force. It isn't any stronger than the elements the guardian's sons oversee, not is it weaker. It simply is, and the heart of that which calls upon it dictates its manifestation.