#Storm stories

[a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog]

Toothache (or well Supposedly)

Grian had been building, nothing out of the ordinary, well until Scar showed up. 

"Griiaaannnnn." Scar whined. The little fae jumped back, thankfully Scar saw this and caught grian in his hands. "Sorry about that." Scar giggled.

Grian shook himself and sat up meeting Scar’s eyes. "It's alright, so how are you doing?" 

"Pretty well, b-but uh-." Scar looked away seemingly embarrassed. "I- I have a toothache, a-and uh was w-wondering if you could help me out?" The elf smiled a bit at the end as if it was weird.

Grian sighed. "Alright." Grian bapped one of Scar's fingers. "It's what you get for eating all those cookies all the time." 

Scar laughed nervously. "I suppose it is."

“Alright big man, open up.” Grian patted gently on Scar’s bottom jaw. Scar opened his mouth, hitting the smaller fae with warm breath, causing him to pause. “You okay?” Scar asked. “Y-yeah sorry.” Grian stood up and sucked in a breath, his face a little red from embarrassment. First Grian just stuck his head in and looked around at first. “I- I can’t see anything.” “Fawrther bawk.” (farther back). Scar said, barely missing Grian’s face with his tongue. The little fae pulled back in surprise before looking back in with a groan. “Fine, I’m going in, please don’t do anything stupid?” the smaller builder asked. “Alrigh.” Scar said, opening his mouth a little wider. Grian made a slightly disgusted face before putting his hands on Scar’s teeth, he pressed down a little to test them. It didn’t hurt bad so he picked up a leg and gently set it on the elve’s bottom lip before pushing himself up. Standing up grian first put a hand on scar’s top teeth Grian pulled his other leg a bit forwards gently pressing a little under Scar’s tongue making grian let out a displeased augh. The fae brought his other foot in gently placing it on the tongue in front of him. He shivered again with displeasure and tried looking around. 

He squinted and when thinking he saw something kind of gray. So Grian moved towards it slowly, just as he got close enough to realize it was just a shadow, the light vanished. “Scar?” The little fae called, drawing out the elve’s name. “Where’d the light go?” Grian only had a second before Scar’s tongue was under him and pushing him up against the elven's hard palate. The smaller fae let out a gasp as the air was shot out of him. “You never had a tooth-ache did you.” Grian gasped out, Scar chuckled confirming the builder’s suspicions. Grian smacked at Scar’s tongue, not enough to hurt the elf though. “I hate you.” Grian huffed. “Now you dowwnnt.” Grian let out nervous gasps every time he was lifted up and down again. “You’re right, I hate this though sooo let me out????” The fae tried, Scar just laughed, again. Grian went to say something again but was cut off by a long slow lick. The little fae bit back a gag and grumbled a little trying to get the spit off his face. “Ewww really?” “Hmmmm?” “You licking my face.” Grian’s face was licked really quickly after that. “WHYYYY!” He shouted, batting at the elve’s tongue. Scar giggled, “becaws youw taste good.” Grian flinched at that, and the elf didn't mention if he felt it. Not much later though grian was dropped gently to the bottom of Scar’s mouth, the larger tongue on him in seconds keeping him down there. Grian pushed up a bit testing Scar’s hold, in which the larger pushed back so the fae didn’t fight it, he didn’t really have a reason to right then. Or well he thought for a moment, because when putting his arm down Grian saw how much of it was covered in a small spit pool that was forming. The fae’s hair stood up and in a quick moment Grian pushed the tongue up trying to get out from under it. He almost did, but Scar caught Grian's feet, sending him down on the ground. Before the smaller fae could move, Scar's teeth opened and he was pressed into the elve’s cheek, Scar's tongue keeping him there. Grian did his best to fight it but he was in such a hard and weird position, so he gave up. Pressed into scar’s cheek being licked. Well until scar got bored. Grian was pulled back out heaving for air. Scar chuckled causing the fae to kick out. Then the elf hummed, a familiar hum to Grian, but one that wasn’t good. A shiver ran down the smaller builders back and Scar opened his mouth a little letting grian get a good look at the outside world. Grian moved forwards a bit just to feel Scar’s head moved upwards, lips closed and a squishy muscle forcing him back. The fae tried to grab onto anything but in a couple seconds he was squashed securely into the elf's throat. Grian kicked out but a strong swallow cut off his movements. A pleased humm escaped Scar’s throat making the small fae shiver. Then another swallow forced him down even farther. After a few more Grian was moved into a more open space. “Enjoy your stay in Scar-land.” The elf joked; Grian just rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine.” Grian huffed but still smiled.

[linaspocket]

Addressing the witherstorm situation

Im giggling

[captainsaturnart]

“….. And so the storm raged on…..”

Wanted to draw the wither storm from Minecraft story mode. I love that monster so much.

[freddieardley]

At the shore of dark skies

Photographed by Freddie Ardley - Instagram

[atoriv-art]

little student

[enbyfrogz]

s1 ep1 be like

[s4turnz4rtz]

wdym twitter art trends are only for twitter 🙁

(read txt from left to right, top to bottom :3)

[attackoneyebrows]

i’m scared of ending up alone.

[whymakedecisions]

[ky-landfill]

[a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog]

A not so secret, secret santa

@onthefreighttrain hehe >:D Jimmy and Joel had been, to put it lightly, at each other's throats, although most of the antagonizing was coming from Joel’s behalf. The so-called ‘God’ had started to push his boundaries though. Before you ask, no, it’s not the pranks. In fact, Jimmy has a good laugh at those. He even has to admit that the wall around his empire was actually neat looking. The small man blinked a couple times and opened his eyes. He stretched out his arms and his eyes glossed over at the patchwork. Yeah, exactly what he meant. Whatever Joel had done was changing him. Jimmy slid his sleeve down; his eyes traced the work gloves scar had given him. He had become more and more interested in trying them, but he hated how they felt. They were used to help reduce calluses on builders, but they always made his hands super sweaty. It made sense. The material was thick to protect the builders hands, and well, he lived in a desert. Thinking about it, Scar seemed to use them for his building all the time. He didn’t seem to have a problem with the heat. Though, most of the time he used the shadows of the stuff he had built to hide from the sun. It made sense. Scar had built twice, well once really, in deserts. Back in hermitcraft season 5, Scar had done a similar thing to what Jimmy was doing now. And well, 3rd life was pretty much all Grian. Jimmy started towards the door before sighing, stepping back, and picking up the gloves. He should probably go resource gathering anyways. He slid them on and tested finger movements. It was smooth. He kneeled down and picked up his axe from where it laid against the wall. “Wow,” Jimmy said quietly to himself. He expected the axe to slip, but he held it perfectly as if he weren't wearing the gloves at all. “These are well made. Scar was right!”It also explains how the hermits built their tower so quickly. Honestly, the building gloves weren’t used as much on empires before this. Sausage, Joel, and Scott were the only ones with a couple pairs before. That made sense though. They make the most, building wise, and it would have just been easier on them. It’s honestly when Jimmy first used them. It felt fine out in the open plains, but back at the desert it was just too hot. Jimmy headed up the stairs towards his portal. He ran his hand over the obsidian. He couldn’t feel the heat that normally would come with it. Soon he stepped in, the nauseating feeling hit. It wasn’t really all bad, you got used to it. His feet slid onto the ground, and he started towards the portal closest to spawn: Joel’s. The chance of getting face to face with the god was little to none, though. Oh boy was he wrong. The second he stepped through the portal, the man stood there talking to Grian. Of course, the two people he didn’t want to see. Grian’s head snapped towards him with a smirk on his face. “Well hello Tim,” Grian cooed teasingly. “What nowwww…” Jimmy groaned. “Aww what? I’m not even doing anything.” “Oh please, Grian, it’s you, you can’t not do anything.” “You think so little of me,” Grian says, turning his head playfully upset. Joel let out a laugh as Jimmy stepped out of the portal and into the snow. “Wait, you guys got snow?” He asked confusedly, snapping the others out of their giggle fits. “Oh yeah, I suppose you don’t get that down in the badlands, do you?” Joel said. “Well, that's why Grian was here. I was talking about ideas on how to stop it from covering all the paths while also making it look good. I didn’t think about it when making plans.” Jimmy let out a little laughing huff through his nose. “Well I was going to get wood, not sure if I could- er, well, should do that now.” Jimmy lowered his axe. Grian’s eyes traced his movements. “You started wearing the gloves?” The avian remarked. “Oh yeah,” Jimmy said, showing his free hand. “I’m kinda glad I did, again because of the snow.”“Wait, why are you wearing the gloves?” Grian asked, Jimmy paused for a second. “I was starting to get calluses. Might need to fix my axe as well. It has a couple splinters in the handle.” Grian shrugged, seeing no reason to disagree, but Joel smiled. “Are you sure that’s the only reason?” Joel asked, placing a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. It took a couple seconds but Jimmy yanked himself away with his right hand grabbing at his far shoulder. The sheriff turned his head, teeth biting his lip in pain. Joel had that same smirk, but Grian’s was faltering. Jimmy’s vision blurred, and as it did, he started to fall. The sheriff could barely make out the parrot running at him, worried and calling out his name. He felt something soft and warm catch him. His head felt awful and there was loud calling surrounding him. Something soft touched his back and he pulled into it letting out a pained groan due to the headache. After what felt like a couple munities his headache began to clear. His eyes opened and he saw they were holding a familiar red fabric. He looked around slowly. He was cradled in what seemed to be Grian’s arms. The avian was fluffed up and seemed to be shouting- wait, he was shouting at Joel. Jimmy let out a pained moan and Grian’s arguing stopped. The avian looked down at the tiny in his hand. “You okay?” the larger asked, voice shaking a little. “Headache,” Jimmy said. There was some shuffling, and the tiny saw the avian stand. His eyes slid over to Joel, whose head hung in defeat. Jimmy’s head flipped between the two. He knew Grian was defensive, but he rarely yelled at anyone. “Where are you taking me?” Jimmy asked, starting to get scared. Grian looked down at him with a saddened expression. “To Tango. I’m not sure what Joel did to you, and it’s best you’re with someone who won’t hurt you more.” Jimmy blinked a couple times, confused, but nuzzled into Grian’s sweater more. “Mmkay,” he murmured before looking down. Wait, why wasn’t he cold? There was snow, but he didn’t feel cold, in fact he couldn’t feel the heat from Grian’s body like he had before. Jimmy pulls up his sleeve and sees his whole arm full of stitches. Same with his legs when he rolled up his pant’s sleeve. “What?” Jimmy asked aloud. Grian looked at him and saw what the smaller one was looking at. Jimmy heard the growl and looked up to Grian whose teeth bared as he gave one last angry look to Joel before spreading his wings. Although Grian wasn’t really built for the snow, he shot through the air, aiming for the cave. “Grian, I- I’m scared. I don’t want him to see me like this.” “He’ll take care of you though. He wont judge you for this. In fact, I think he’d murder Joel.”Jimmy relaxed at that. “I wouldn’t mind that,” he jokes, making Grian laugh a little. The avian’s flying slowed as the cave showed up. Soon the parrot was on the tracks and making his way in on the rails. Grian’s wings opened again as he slowly descended. A familiar blue light showed and Grian headed towards it, landing nearby. Tango turned to greet Grian, pulling the goggles off his eyes. “Hiya buddy? What’s up?” Grian smiled and moved the stiff Jimmy into his hands. “I have something for you.” Tango looks down at Grian’s hands and lets out a happy squeak. “Just be careful with ‘em, ‘mkay?” Tango nodded, pulling the small toy into his chest. Jimmy’s face flushed and he looked at Grian slowly, who just smiled widely. “Well, I’ve got some stuff to get. Have fun with that!” Tango nodded and walked back into the bamboo farm. He made a comfy chair and placed Jimmy in it. “I’ll be back for you. I’ve got some redstone to take care of first.” Jimmy watched out of the corner of his eyes and Tango jumped down into a hole. The clicking and jittering of redstone machinery was on and off. The doll figured he was fixing something that broke. Soon Tango re-emerged, redstone staining his clothes and sweat dripping down his face. Jimmy sat there in stunned silence, a good stunned silence. Jimmy knew Tango was built already. The man carried deep slate everywhere, and it was heavy stuff! Tango looked over to his small friend and smiled. Jimmy could barely not smile as Tango took off his larger coat, leaving him in a black tank top. It didn’t help when Timmy was picked up by the hot man and held close to the large hermit’s heart. The sound of it beating was relaxing, but he was being pushed gently into the large abs. Though now, he could see all those muscles at work as well. Oh wow, it was hot. Well, Tango was a fire demon, but that’s not exactly what he was trying to point out. The demon gently slid his fingers down the tiny’s face, who leaned into it a little. Tango smiled and headed back to his hut. “Man, I really wish I could talk to you.” Tango says to the plushy. “I miss you.”Jimmy went to respond, but was surprised when nothing came out. ‘W-what?’ Jimmy thought to himself. He was just speaking with Grian hours ago, was he choking on something? Again, he tried to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth. His throat felt fine, his breathing felt normal, so why?Jimmy’s spiraling thoughts stopped as he was placed on a large red bed. It was a really nice bed, too. It was thick but super soft. It made sense though, as the cave would be pretty cold and damp. All Jimmy could really do was watch as Tango disappeared behind a corner towards what the smaller assumed to be his bathroom. The tiny let out a sigh. At least he got to spend time with Tango. And well, Jimmy wouldn’t trade that for the world.

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Why doesn't the justice league know about Amity Park?

Okay so it's been a bit sonce I watched the show but one of the things in DpxDC is the anti-ecto acts, which I love, but correct me if I'm wrong, I THINK ??? they only show up in reality trip? SO: What if Danny, when using the gauntlet to undo everything, also got rid of the Anti-Ecto acts? but this is babys first time editing reality so he uh Fucks Up A Lil'. As a result when Danny used the reality gauntlet to wipe the AEA from existence he accidentally wiped Amity Park from perception. A big 'nothing matters over here' jedi mind trick, and now no ones looking at Amity. So, the Justice League actually WERE looking into and monitoring the situation in Amity, but when the perception filter closed them off, all of that suddenly went ignored.

This is noticed when someone (Alfred, Dick, Tim, literally anyone) realises theres just. A BIG dusty pile of case files semi abandoned somewhere in the cave when going through a (time period)ly cave cleaning.

They put it down because it's Not Important.

They come back to finish the cleaning the next day and do the exact same thing, but there's nothing to actually distract them this time and it pings as weird. Because why would case files be not important? They are by definition important, because only things flagged as important go into case files.

They try to get someone else to read it, because as long as they don't read the information in the file, they don't put it down.

That person goes to read it, gets a line in and then says something like 'that isn't important' and goes to leave. Person A pushes it and person B ALSO catches on.

Que the Batfam trying to figure out hey, what the fuck actually?

Meanwhile, how is Amity fairing? Canon compliant everything's going alright? Or have knock on effects to No One Look Here started to show?

[lunarwednesday]

someone died, someone lived

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[acourtofquestions]

“If you were to ask me what Throne of Glass is about…

I’d say it’s about the epic journey of a teenage assassin in a corrupt kingdom.

But if you were to ask me on a deeper level, I’d say…

It’s about how small acts of kindness can change the outcome of the world.

Money to a barmaid, waiting an extra minute to shoot, a warning in a competition, a cloak in a cold dungeon, a message on a wall, sharing your lavender soap.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

No time to play. You are being sent away.

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