#desert twister

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Desert Twister

Artist: Susan Van Camp TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Desert Twister

"Cannot be Normal Summoned or Set. Must be Special Summoned (from your hand) by banishing 2 WIND and 1 EARTH monsters from your GY. Once per turn: You can discard 1 card, then target 1 Spell/Trap on the field; destroy it."

[onehoplessromantic]

Masterlist | Glen Powell

Jake “Hangman” Seresin - Tyler Owens

Updated: 8/20/2024 (chase your fears; worth your while)

!!authors!! if you want ur work removed please pm me

I’m back again with another one!!! It’s definitely not as lengthy as my other lists (yet) but I’m hoping to find some more for all three. I also figured I’d get a stake in this territory as the Glen Powell fanclub grows post-twisters. I hope y’all find what you’re looking for!

peace 💕

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fluff-> 🤍 | smut -> 🍋 | angst -> 🌧️ | major tw -> ‼️

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

𐚁 BROTHERS BEST FRIEND | @tongue-like-a-razor

12 parts | ongoing | 🤍🌧️🍋

Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!Reader

The trials and tribulations of falling for your brothers best friend.

𐚁 BRUISES | @ohtobeleah

8 parts | complete | 🌧️‼️

Jake Seresin x WSO!Reader

After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But whats worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.

themes of heavy violence, sexual assault, torture, 18+ content, minors dni, mature themes, being held in captivity, hostage style situations, main character death! whump, angst, conversations that discuss antisocial and antisemetic views

𐚁 ROCKS ARE ALLOWED TO CRACK, STARS ARE ALLOWED TO DIM | @sarahsmi13s

oneshot | wc: ~8.0k | 🌧️

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!pilot!reader

everyone deserves someone to comfort them in their time of need, even the ones that always lend their shoulder.

angst, language, ptsd, description of accident, panic attack, injuries, descriptions of scars, flashbacks, fear of death, familial death (mentioned), crying, bottling up feelings

𐚁 THE WALLS ARE CAVING IN | @desert-fern

oneshot | wc: 5.5k | 🌧️🤍

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!Reader (known as honey bee/honey)

You are sunshine incarnate, the life of the party who is so free with your affection. Jake finds himself struggling to express his desire to be like you while wrestling with his past, what happens when it all comes crashing down around him? AKA Jake is both touch-starved and in love.

jake has a shit dad, angst, still fluffy tho

𐚁 THE BEANERY | @callsign-peach

oneshot | wc: ?? | 🤍

established hangman x female!reader

Jake goes from drinking the base’s stale coffee to bringing in cups from the cafe down the road from the hard deck, and the dagger squad is determined to find out why.

tooth-rotting fluff

Tyler Owens

𐚁 LIKE MOTHER LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER | @wisdomssdaughterr

oneshot | wc: 3.7k | 🌧️🤍

tyler owens x harding!reader

you had made a name for yourself in the storm chasing game; it was in your genes, being the daughter of the famous chasers jo and bill harding. tyler found your knack for knowing just what the storms thinking, a little infuriating and incredibly impressive

fem!reader, reader gets injured, mentions of blood and injuries, probably inaccurate meteorological info and medical info, angst, fluff, some hurt/comfort

𐚁 CHASE YOUR FEARS | @briefinquiries

oneshot | wc: 11k | 🤍🌧️

tyler owens x f!reader

you and your younger brother are road-tripping across the US when you encounter a tornado. Luckily, the tornado wrangler himself shows up to help.

tornados, fear, flufffff

𐚁 WORTH YOUR WHILE | @wisdomssdaughterr

oneshot | wc: 2.9k | 🤍🌧️

tyler owens x fem!reader

As the local weather woman, you shared an interesting rivalry with your hometown storm-chaser. While you always reported on the dangerous weather from a safe distance, Tyler barreled into it head-first. But things change in the night of the county fair when you find yourself in the middle of a storm rather than the safety of a newsroom.

dramatic fluff, hurt/comfort, description of tornadoes, language, description of injury, slightly inaccurate meteorological info

Glen Powell

𐚁 HEY THERE DARLIN’ | @shellbilee

6 parts | complete | 🤍🌧️🍋

Glen Powell x OFC (Billie James)

fluff, swearing, angst, eventual smut

ⓒ onehopelessromantic, August 2024

[hotmentransformed]

The Tornado Wrangler

Kevin had always been fascinated by the sky. Growing up in the heart of Tornado Alley, he spent countless evenings watching the horizon, mesmerized by the towering clouds and the electricity of a brewing storm. So it was no surprise to anyone when he doubled down his efforts in high school to get a full tuition scholarship to study meteorology at the University of Oklahoma.

Despite his meek stature and unassuming presence, Kevin wasn't just your average meteorology nerd; he was also an amateur storm chaser, spending his weekends and evenings tracking storms, hoping to witness the raw power of nature up close and in person. His peers admired his passion for twisters but often worried about his safety. They'd warn him to be careful, and that he could get hurt. Kevin would simply laugh it off, saying he knew what he was doing.

One sweltering May afternoon, just after finals finished up, the atmosphere was ripe for severe weather. A tornado outbreak was forecast, and Kevin could feel the excitement building in his chest. He checked his gear, ensuring his cameras, weather instruments, and emergency supplies were all in place. His beaten-up 2005 Honda Accord, affectionately named Storm Seeker, was gassed up and ready to go.

The sky darkened, and the first storm cells began to form. Kevin monitored the radar, pinpointing the most promising supercell. He drove rapidly with a mix of caution and anticipation, weaving through the countryside, always keeping an eye on the sky and his instruments. The thrill of the chase was a feeling like no other. As he approached the massive, rotating storm, Kevin could see a funnel cloud beginning to dip down from the base. He pulled over to the side of a deserted road, his heart pounding with excitement. He grabbed his camera and stepped out of the car, eager to capture footage of the forming tornado.

The tornado touched down, a swirling monster of wind and debris. Kevin watched in awe, his camera rolling. It was a perfect intercept, the tornado moving steadily away from him. Being out of harm's way, Kevin could take the time to truly admire the magnificence of nature's destructive forces: each tornado was special and distinctive. He couldn't wait to return to his dorm room and upload the photos to his database. He was about to return to his car when he noticed something alarming: the tornado was changing direction, and fast. Within a matter of seconds, the massive twister barreled straight towards him. Kevin's heart skipped a beat as he sprinted back to his car. He barely had time to shut the door before the tornado was upon him. The wind howled, the car shook violently, and the world outside became a chaotic blur of flying debris.

Then, with a terrifying lurch, his car was lifted off the ground and pulled towards the sky. Kevin gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, as he felt the incredible force of the tornado suck him and his car into its heart. He was weightless, tossed around like a child's toy in the vortex. The noise was deafening, a roar that drowned out his own screaming. Suddenly, the car door was ripped off, and the violent wind yanked Kevin from his seat. His lanky body was flung into the air, spinning uncontrollably, the world a chaotic blur around him. He felt the sting of debris cutting into his skin and tearing his clothing, the force of the wind threatening to rip off his scrawny limbs which flailed like a ragdoll. He saw, in the chaos, Storm Seeker crash onto the ground and crumple like a piece of paper.

He struggled to keep conscious, the pain and fear overwhelming him. As he was thrown across a field, the ground rushed up to meet him, Despite his best efforts, Kevin's vision began to darken, his brain struggling to keep up with all of the adrenaline and pain. He landed with a bone-jarring thud, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. As darkness closed in, the last thing he saw was the towering tornado moving away. Kevin's world went black, and he passed out, surrendering to the storm.

Kevin's consciousness flickered back like a faulty lightbulb. He awoke with a massive headache, his head pounding in rhythm with the distant rumble of thunder. Groaning, he squinted against the harsh sunlight piercing through the dissipating clouds. Blinking rapidly, he tried to piece together what had happened. Slowly, he sat up, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to ease the pain. He reached over and put on his sunglasses to try and make the sunlight more bearable. As his vision cleared, he looked down at his muscular body. Something seemed different, but he couldn't quite place it.

His massive legs filled out his jeans, his arms bulged inside of his weathered leather jacket, the lines of his abs were visible through his sweat-soaked shirt, and his feet felt cushy and warm inside his boots. Looking to his right, he saw his cowboy hat lying beside him. That must be what was different!

Feeling disoriented yet determined, Kevin reached for the hat. As soon as his manly, calloused hands touched the worn leather, a sense of familiarity washed over him. He placed it on his head, and suddenly, his mind was flooded with memories. Images and sensations poured in, overwhelming him. He remembered filming videos and live streams, engaging with fans, and chasing storms across the Midwest. He saw himself standing in front of towering thunderheads, narrating the events with confidence and charisma. He recalled the thrill of the chase, the roar of the wind, and the exhilaration of driving headfirst into a twister.

Tyler Owens stood up, still unsteady on his feet from being tossed around by the wind, and looked around. His outfitted storm-chasing truck was parked just where he had left it. As he strutted over to his truck, he turned back towards the sky and saw another twister forming in the distance. Pulling out his camera from the cab, he began to set up for his next livestream adventure. He was going to show everyone online why he earned the nickname Tornado Wrangler.

[strawlessandbraless]

[dangerous-disposition]

On the topic of tornados and storm chasers, unless someone lives in North America, there's a very good chance they don't know anything about storm chasers other than "they're those crazy ppl who chase storms" and their only potential exposure to the profession is the movie Twister which I think does kiiiiinda push the idea that storm chasers are clout chasing adrenaline junkies. I say that as a huge huge huge longtime fan of the movie btw!!

But North America is where MOST of the tornados in the entire world happen, and most of those happen in the American prairies and the American South. I believe America is generally speaking the ONLY place in the world to have produced more than one violent tornado on record.

Tornados are chased more often than other storms because, legitimately, the only way to get more data on them is to be ON THE GROUND following it. We can't actually ACCURATELY predict where a tornado will land or where it will go until it has touched down and people are watching it. If you have ever had the tornado sirens go off and are told to take shelter, a tornado has been sighted, there's a huge huge huge chance that warning is thanks to storm chasers with eyes on the tornado. This is also part of why tornados at night come with very little to no warning. Storm chasers are incredibly brave but most professionals aren't stupid or cocky, so they won't be following a storm after sunset.

ANYWAY I'M RAMBLING but yes. To us north Americans, ESPECIALLY Americans, the idea that people might not know about storm chasers may seem wild, but there are a lot of countries where such a profession just... Doesn't exist bc the weather they receive is highly predictable and not the sort of stuff you chase.

So to the people learning the huge public service that storm chasers provide AND the people learning that violent tornados are an almost uniquely American phenomenon, welcome to the lucky 10k people learning something brand new today!

(also I wanna specify that America is one of the only countries to have more than one violent tornado on RECORD bc obviously, tornados are only rated on the damage they cause to manmade structures and are only recorded AT ALL as existing if human eyeballs witness them and report them. A country having a thousand violent tornados out in a desert where no one sees them and no manmade structures are hit is certainly possible, just not plausible)

[markrosewater]

If “destroy target permanent” requires multicolor is Desert Twister (4gg sorcery, “destroy target permanent”) a break, bend og in pie because of the poor rate?

Or alternatively was it in pie (as much as there was a strong colorpie in fourth edition) when it was first made but has become a bend/break because of color pie changes?

Oh, it's a solid break. I spent several months trying to keep it out of Fifth Edition. That was the start of me beginning my work to get the color pie further established, what would eventually lead to the Council of Colors.

[cinderellarhea]

people i want to know better!

tagged by @herrmannhalsteadproduction (I love stuff like this thank u for tagging ❤️❤️)

LAST SONG? Live and let die by Paul McCartney (it was in my head bc of this bucktommy spy au fic by @herrmannhalsteadproduction (whaaa who’s that hehe 🥰) which everyone should read!!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/57261649/chapters/145654609 )

FAVORITE COLOR? PINK 🩷

CURRENTLY WATCHING? I binged all of 911 this summer so then I just…. went back to season 1 and started again 🥰 I’m also rewatching Leverage for the like 1000th time ! Everyone should watch/rewatch leverage in the summer it’s so fun!!!!!

LAST MOVIE? Twister (my sister wanted to see this as a joke and but it was like really good) also. Whenever I watch stuff I ask: Could Destiel do this? The answer for Twister is yes.

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? Sweet!!!!!! I love chocolate the most 🩷🍫🍩🍪

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? Single :0 I want a girlfriend sooooo bad is anyone taking applications hahah 😘🏳️‍🌈

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? Im like. Obsessed with 911. Like it’s bad I have it bad. Like Evan Buck Buckley is soooooooo blorbo I’m rotating him in my mind 🫡❤️ I have like …… 124 ao3 tabs open rn. I’m not exaggerating. 😂🥰 also !!!!! Really obsessed with storytelling/story structures rn - I think it’s bc a lot of my students are doing college essays rn and bc I took another writing class this summer ! But I’m just so interested in the movement and flow and structure of stories rn ! Im like usually obsessed with that but I’m working on my own fiction too rn so like the obsession is stronger again!!!!!

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? Im not 100% sure and when I went to check my tabs it’s just all ao3 so like. Yeah. Idk.

This was fun! Tagging ppl no pressure but if you wanna make one!!! ❤️

@daalcuntynatural @butch--dean @chronicpainnatural @kerryweaverlesbian @ohithankyou @desert--moonchild @kinard-buckley @ily-tothecore @perfectlysunny02 @aspecbuddie

[ryebecca]

── It's my birthday! So let's celebrate. 🥳

My birthday is this Saturday (8/3) and I'd like to come out of moodboard retirement for a bit and make some boards! Requests will be open through Saturday, 8/3 and I'll post them as I get to them!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

This party has two rules and two rules only!

Requests are open to followers only!

One request / moodboard per person, please!

✨ Send me a character + a vibe or a few AUs for me to choose from (within reason! I reserve the right to do as I see fit because as a wise person once said "it's my party and I'll cry do what I want to") and I'll whip up a board!

You can choose from the following fandoms/characters:

Star Wars (OT characters - Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Princess Leia; Sequel Trilogy characters: Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey)

Top Gun: Maverick (Bob Floyd, Jake Seresin, Natasha Trace, Bradley Bradshaw, Mickey Garcia, Javy Machado, Reuben Fitch, Beau Simpson)

Outer Range (Rhett Abbott)

Twisters (Tyler Owens, Scott)

Bridgerton (Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton)

Law & Order: SVU (Rafael Barba, Sonny Carisi, Terry Bruno)

Masters of the Air (John Egan, Gale Cleven, Harry Crosby, Robert Rosenthal)

Jane Austen...anything, really. 😂 Same goes for Shakespeare. Hell, Regency!AU is always an option for any of these!

That being said, enjoy! ✨

COMPLETED BOARDS (under the cut!)

Dadley Dadshaw (for @notroosterbradshaw)

60s/70s Rooster (for @roosterforme)

Scott (Twisters) @ MIT (for @hederasgarden)

Wedding Date Ryan (Yellowstone) (for @writercole)

Tyler vs. Rhett (for @a-reader-and-a-writer)

Picnic Time with Bobby (for @attapullman)

Camping with Tyler (for @imjess-themess)

1950s Bob (for @auroralightsthesky)

Modern Emma x Knightley (for @lafaerie)

Regency!Jake (for @desert-fern)

Bodyguard!Nat (for @startrekfangirl2233)

MotA / WWII Bobby (for @lenafromthenordiccoven)

Beach Bobby (for @wildbornsiren)

Fluffy Jake (for @afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff)

Werewolf!Mickey (for @briseisgone)

Dagger Olympics (for @thiswaytoinfinity)

Road Trip with Scott (Twisters) (for @theharddeck)

Coffee Shop Bradley (for @oh-great-authoress)

Fake Dating Bruno (SVU) (for @rhettabbotts)

Benedict's Wedding Day (for @sorchathered)

Honeymoon Jake (for @bradshawbaby)

Post-War Buck (MoTA) (for @luminousnotmatter)

Teacher!Bobby (for @bradshawsbaby)

Feral Anthony (for @sometimesanalice)

[philistiniphagottini]

your tkb smut from a couple weeks back has been literally living in my head rent free, something about the way you write him scratches an itch in my brain <3 could you maybe write something about him and cunnilingus + (giving) praise with a fem!reader? please and thank you!

Oh my god thank you Anon. I'm really happy that you enjoy my writing. Thanks for sending in a request, hope you enjoy :)

cw. smut, oral sex (fem receiving), slight praise, female reader

"Ahh, Bakura."

You sucked in a sharp breath between your teeth, kiss swollen lips trembling as another pleasant tingle raced along your curved spine. Your blood simmered with an unbearable heat, sweat prickling your bare flesh and every hair on the nape of your neck standing up as Bakura dragged his rough tongue through your creamy folds. There was no finesse to the way his tongue delved through your slick pussy, pushing and prodding until your wet sex opened up like a delicate desert flower in bloom.

Another whimper bubbled up the back of your throat as you writhed under his ministrations, hands fisting the silken sheets hugging your body and pulling the material taut between your fingers. Your eyelashes brushed against your burning cheeks as warmth licked at the base of your spine, slowly trickling and coiling in the pit of your stomach as Bakura delved his tongue deeper into your sticky folds. Long wisps of his snowy hair tickled the sensitive insides of your plush thighs, setting every single nerve in your body on edge as another pleasant tingle wracked your spine. Your hand tried to reach for the back of his head when another violent tremor left you feeling breathless, but before your fingertips could curl around his locks, he snatched your wrist. His grip was firm as he wrenched your hand away, slowly guiding it back to the comfort of the sweat soaked sheets where it belonged.

His eyes danced with mirth as he stared up at you, parting from your tender heat with a slick pop as he breathed deeply. Your intoxicating scent curled in his lungs, his hungry eyes roving over your bare form spread beneath him, eyes fixated on your dripping centre. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet at the sound that clawed at the back of his throat, a wicked smile lighting his features as you slowly crumbled beneath him.

"You taste like the ripest of fruits" Bakura mused.

Your eyes traced the movement of his tongue as he slowly dragged it over his parched mouth, the tip peeking between his lips like the flicker of a snake’s forked tongue. Your hips trembled in his grasp as his hands sank into generous amounts of skin, the soft pudge spilling between the digits as he dipped his head back between your supple thighs. You threw your head back with a loud whine of his name, the cold metal of his rings biting against your heated skin as he pulled your hips flush to his mouth. A chuckle breezed past his lips as the tip of his tongue poked at the hood of your clit, the pretty pearl sitting at the top of your pussy flushing to life from the sudden attention.

"What a good little Pet" he said, his hot breath soaking through your sticky folds. "Keep singing my praises just like that."

Without further warning he dove straight back down, mouth latched onto your pussy like he was a parched man and you were the oasis in the desert. The hot coil in your stomach twister tighter as another violent spike of pleasure made your toes curl hard into the soles of your feet. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your nails threatened to tear holes into the sheets beneath you, debauched sounds spilling from your mouth in a cacophony of delirious pleasure. Your lungs pinched in your chest, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling with arousal as Bakura sucked your clit into his warm mouth. You could barely think past the thick haze clouding your mind as your thighs tensed, ready to clamp down on his head if given the opportunity. But Bakura was so exceedingly good at keeping your legs spread wide open for his viewing pleasure, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he made you feel every slow, torturous drag of his tongue along your dripping slit. Beads of arousal dripped down your quaking thighs as his teeth nibbled on your tender clit, teasing the tightly packed bundle of nerves as stars wavered in your vision.

His sun kissed skin was searing to the touch as his nails raked along your flesh, carving crescent shaped marks into your skin. It felt like your heart leapt up into your throat as he dragged his rough tongue over the aching nerves of your clit, the fierce flames boiling in your stomach until you couldn’t handle it anymore. It felt like a bolt of electricity raced along your back as the hot coil in your stomach shattered into a million fragments, flooding your veins with white hot relief. You screamed until your voice stung in your throat, struggling to keep your eyes uncrossed as your drooling pussy clenched around nothing, the empty feeling only making you squirm for more. You could hear Bakura humming low in his throat as he continued to lap up the juices from your core like it was a sweet nectar, your body trembling as his tongue poked against the raw, hot nerve of your clit. The little bud twitched when he suckled it back into his hot mouth, teeth applying pressure as your overstimulated nerves made you shriek.

A mirthful laugh rumbled in his chest as he pulled back with a loud pop, your body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Your mind was still spinning, nerves all frayed at the ends as your senses sluggishly crawled back to you. You mewled softly when you felt Bakura’s tongue flickering against your sopping entrance, tongue eager to plunge into the depths. You tried to crawl away from him, but with an irritated pinch between his brow he simply dragged you back towards his greedy mouth.

"Wait, I just came" you exclaimed with a heady slur.

The muscles in your shoulders tensed as Bakura pressed his nose against the aching button of your clit, all noise of protest simpering down as you swallowed around the lump in your throat. You could feel his hot breath on your messy pussy again as his eyes flicked up to your face, a devilish grin lighting up his face as his sharp teeth glinted beneath the flicker of pale candlelight.

"And? I’ve yet to have my fill."

[brucequeensteen]

on a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert, i pick up my money and head back into town. driving cross the Waynesboro county line, I got the radio on and i'm just killing time. working all day in my daddy's garage, driving all night chasing some mirage... pretty soon, little girl, I'm gonna take charge and the dogs on main street howl cause they understand! if I could take one moment into my hands! mister i ain't a boy, no, im a man and I believe in a promised land!

ive done my best to live the right way; i get up every morning and go to work each day. but your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold! sometimes I feel so weak, I just wanna explode! explode and tear this whole town apart, take a knife and cut this pain from my heart, find somebody itching for something to start! and the dogs on main street howl cause they understand if I could reach one moment into my hand mister i ain't a boy, no im a man and I believe in a promised land!

well there's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor! I packed my bags and im heading straight into the storm! gonna be a twister to blow everything down that aint got the faith to stand its ground. blow away! the dreams that tear you apart! blow away! the dreams that break your heart! blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted!!

and the dogs on main street howl 'cause they understand i I could take one moment into my hands mister I aint a boy no i'm a man and I believe in a promised land!!!!!

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Desert Twister

Massive, mindless, and imbued with one terrible purpose.

Artist: Noah Bradley TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[son1c]

under the weather

falling stars fic masterpost

Outside, it was storming, the kind of storm that flips trash cans and rattles windows. The dark clouds had rolled in with the dawn, but there was no daylight, only flashes from lightning strikes. Sonic had his full attention focused on the controls now. Keeping the manta ray from flying into a bolt of lightning was his top priority.

Rain pelted the windshield like artillery. It was hard to see anything through the soaked glass, but as he brought the ship closer to the ground, the pulsing lights of Night Babylon cut through the storm like a neon blade. There was just one thing left to do: land the ship.

Rouge clutched the back of the pilot's chair. "Don't let those dreadful clouds fool you," she said. "This is actually the richest city around. It's a shame you had to meet it like this!"

Shadow examined the radar on the dashboard. It revealed a swirling vortex of wind and rain, highlighted in green pixels. "With the vast desert, weather like this shouldn't be possible."

Suddenly, the three Mobians’ fur stood on end. A second later, a streak of white hot electricity tore through the air directly in front of them, and the manta ray swerved like a van on an icy highway.

Sonic gripped the controls with white knuckles. "Aw, lighten up, guys!” His face was stretched in a tense, everything-is-fine grin. “A little rain won't drag us down. Not when we're this close!"

Another streak of lightning slashed across the sky, and Sonic was forced to yank the yoke in a hard turn. With his foot, Sonic kept Buggy from sliding across the floor, and when he flipped a switch on the ceiling, it looked like he was playing a game of Twister. But the lightning faded quickly, and the ship righted itself just as fast.

Rouge looked a little green. "Another roll like that and I'll be one stomach lighter," she said. "So let's not go there."

Shadow turned to Sonic. "That 'good feeling' of yours has carried us this far. But what of landing the ship? The roads are sure to be flooded from the storm, so an alternate route may be our--"

"No way," Sonic interrupted. "I'm not fittin' a detour into the flight plan now. We're skippin’ the scenic route–it’s city streets all the way!"

The nose of the manta ray tilted downward. It broke through the bottom of the clouds, and the blurry lights of Night Babylon came into sharper focus. Even though rain was still lashing at the windshield, everyone could see the buildings surrounding the ship, creating a maze of cold steel for Sonic to navigate through.

One wrong move and the manta ray would crash through the pyramid building, or slice the top off the globe-like concert hall. And then there was the ferris wheel, still spinning from the gale force winds, its glistening silver body like a spider web waiting for its prey.

Sonic steered the ship away from all of them. His reflexes were fast--just as fast as the rest of him. And his heart was kicked up to high gear, thumping in his ears in time with the rain.

He thought of the badniks in the cabin, and Omega by the doorway, and Rouge and Shadow right next to him. Then, a feeling so strong it would've knocked him on his seat if he wasn't already sitting down took hold of him, and he knew.

He had to keep them safe.

He wouldn't let them down.

Sometime soon he would have to think over the suddenness of this feeling, but not yet. And sometime eventually he’d have to look at himself in the mirror. But there was no time for that now.

The manta ray ducked under an archway, its belly brushing up against the tops of trees. Then, the ship exploded through the wall of water that was cascading down the other side, and it burst out onto the street. It was the street Rouge's casino was on. Sonic could see the bat-shaped billboard from here.

“That landing gear isn't going to drop itself, Blue," Rouge hissed into Sonic's ear. "Or were you planning on a crash landing? I'll have you know, anything of mine you break comes with interest!"

The storm had turned the street into a river. The drains were clogged from generous helpings of sky vomit, and the clouds just kept piling it on, flooding the pavement faster than the city's sewer system could suck it away. Cars floated down the sidewalk, the water depositing them on the steps of buildings or at the foot of grassy hills.

"It's no good," Sonic said with a shake of his head. "This thing hits the water, it'll flip like a coin. Then I'll really owe ya your weight in interest!"

Sonic’s thoughts swirled like the storm. How could he keep everyone safe? The street couldn’t serve as a landing strip, and the grassy knolls scattered down the block were too small to park the battleship on. That left only one option: the golden roof of Rouge’s casino.

Rouge didn’t like the look on Sonic’s face. And when she saw what he was looking at, she liked it even less. “Oh, no, you don't!” she said. “You better not rough up my casino. Not one scratch!”

Sonic leaned forward. His gaze was determined as he stared straight ahead, his grip on the yoke steady. “Trust me,” Sonic said. “I got this!”

There was a blinding flash, and then a jaw-rattling boom. Shadow staggered, reached out to grab Sonic’s arm, and steadied himself. The lights in the cabin flickered. When they returned, every alarm began blaring at once, signaling that the engine had stalled.

Sonic kept his eyes locked on the roof of the casino. The adrenaline coursing through his veins made his head buzz, his thoughts racing as he tried to figure out how he was going to turn this crash landing into a not-one-scratch landing. And then he had a crazy idea.

The wind howled, lashing against the outside of the ship like a feral animal.

"That’s the ticket!" Sonic said.

Before Shadow or Rouge could ask him what he meant by that, Sonic did something that most other people would think too daring or improbable: he performed a slip, turning the gale force winds of the storm into brakes for the manta ray battleship.

It worked. Somehow.

Sonic landed the ship on the roof of Club Rouge. The wings of the manta ray were supported by the tall golden points of the roof. The balance was perfect. It didn’t even wobble.

Ten seconds later, the storm changed to a light drizzle, and then dried up completely. The dark clouds faded and the sun returned, bathing the rain-soaked streets of Night Babylon in its warm yellow rays. People poked their heads out of their windows and looked up at the sky, baffled.

Shadow finally released Sonic’s arm. He examined the radar on the dashboard. “It’s gone,” he said. “Vanished into thin air. Like it was never here.”

“Let me see that,” Rouge said. She moved to stand next to Shadow, her eyes narrowed as they peered down at the tiny screen. But Shadow was right: the storm was gone.

Rouge turned away from the dashboard. “How dramatic,” she huffed. “All that fuss and nothing to show for it. Although…” She paused, tapping a finger to her lip. “It’s not every day an Eggman battleship flies into town. Without the rain, this delightful little barge would’ve turned heads from here to Central City!”

“Sounds like we owe the storm a thank you,” Sonic said as he peeled his hands off the yoke. If his fingers were shaking, it was only because of the adrenaline.

Rouge pinched the bridge of her nose. “I wouldn’t go that far,” she said. “After all, you chose just about the worst spot you could’ve to park! I’ll have you know, I’m one of the few casinos in this town that hasn’t been bought out by the mad Doctor.”

Rouge's lips thinned until they were the size of a dime set on its side.

“Now what will people think?" she continued. "I’ve become a sell-out? Hardly! I can’t have this ramshackle ray pretending to be a hat for my esteemed club. It’s bad for business!”

Suddenly, the door to the cabin opened. Omega poked his head inside. “THAT WAS EXHILARATING,” he said, ignoring Rouge’s agitated glare. “NOTIFY ME SO THE NEXT TIME YOU FLY, I CAN BE ON BOARD, BLUE HEDGEHOG.”

Sonic rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or not. “Glad you enjoyed yourself, Omega.”

Shadow started inching toward the door.

Rouge sighed. "Hopefully there won't be a next time," she said. "And if there is, it'll be far away from my precious things!" She joined Shadow at the door to the cabin, but paused before going through it. With one hand on the door frame, she glanced back over her shoulder at Sonic. "But enough griping. You really came through in the end, Blue. I won't forget it."

Then, Rouge squeezed past Omega and joined Shadow in the cabin. She was followed by Buggy, who beeped excitedly before zooming between the large robot's legs, and Omega, not one to be left behind, quickly followed after them.

And so it was that Sonic stood alone in the cockpit. He grinned, his brain humming with a sense of satisfaction. An immense happiness at having successfully protected his friends filled his chest. Because it meant he'd fulfilled his primary directive, and Doctor Eggman would be pleased with--

Sonic's expression fell so fast it would've set a new world record for "emotional whiplash," if there was such a thing. He clutched at his chest with one hand, suddenly all too aware of himself.

Where had that thought come from?

It didn't sound like him. It couldn't have been him. He wasn't a Robian anymore, so why was he still thinking like one? The warm feeling in his chest lingered, but it made him sick. Happy. Nauseous. Happy. Uncomfortable.

Sonic gritted his teeth. Whatever was going on inside of his head could wait. The confusing mishmash of feelings faded, and he dashed out of the cockpit to join the rest of Team Dark on the roof of the casino.

Rouge was inspecting the golden tiles for marks. When she saw Sonic, she shot him a sly look. "It's your lucky day," she said. "It's spotless."

Sonic puffed up. The only thing off about his expression now was his uncanny eyes. "You expect anything less?"

"Not really. Your reputation precedes you, hero," she said.

Sonic stiffened, but played it off with a shrug. "Wouldn't make us a very good team if I trashed your place day one!"

"We'll need to do something about Eggy's ship, though," Rouge said, her nose crinkling in distaste. "It totally clashes with the decor. I'm thinking after we all get settled inside, we talk color schemes. Redecorating seems like the way to go, since there's no way it'll fit in the parking lot."

Omega piped up, "SUGGESTION: DESTROY THE EGGMAN BATTLESHIP?"

Rouge wagged a finger. "I don't think so, tough guy. My casino isn't acceptable collateral for your demolition spree! Besides, those badniks are gonna need someplace to stay that's out of sight from customers."

Omega wilted.

But it was for the best.

[forasecondtherewedwon]

second's (eclectic) masterlist

Hello! Under the cut, you’ll find all the fics I’ve written for these fandoms:

television:

The Artful Dodger ⁎ Bodyguard ⁎ Bridgerton ⁎ Daisy Jones & The Six

Daybreak ⁎ Deadly Class ⁎ Dickinson ⁎ A Discovery of Witches ⁎ Dollface

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier ⁎ For All Mankind ⁎ Gilmore Girls ⁎ Hawkeye

Heartstopper ⁎ The Irregulars ⁎ Loki ⁎ The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Masters of the Air ⁎ My Lady Jane ⁎ Nancy Drew ⁎ Never Have I Ever

Peaky Blinders ⁎ Percy Jackson and the Olympians ⁎ Preacher

The Queen's Gambit ⁎ Riverdale ⁎ Sanditon ⁎ Schmigadoon! ⁎ Sex Education

The Sex Lives of College Girls ⁎ Stranger Things ⁎ Ted Lasso

The Umbrella Academy ⁎ WandaVision ⁎ Why Didn't They Ask Evans?

The Wilds

film:

Avengers: Endgame ⁎ Black Widow ⁎ The Hunger Games ⁎ Inception

King Kong ⁎ Marriage Story ⁎ No Time to Die ⁎ Spider-Man ⁎ Star Trek

Thor: Ragnorak ⁎ Top Gun: Maverick ⁎ Twisters ⁎ Wonder Woman

daisy jones & the six

E / 3k / Eddie x Camila - “Just Like Andy Warhol Said”

T / 1k - “Life and Death in Laurel Canyon”

E / 4k / Karen x Graham - “Typical Wonderful View”

deadly class

E / 5k / Petra x Billy - “Rats’ Waltz”

E / 9k / Petra x Billy x Lex - “We Test on Rats”

dickinson

M / 2k / Emily x Sue - “Another Dickinson”

T / 1k - “How Luscious Lies”

G / 376 / Emily x Sue - “Lands Away”

a discovery of witches (phoebe x marcus)

E / 2k - “Gladly Be a Fool”

E / 3k - “The Night Today”

the falcon and the winter soldier

T / 7k / Sam x Bucky - 3 Simple Rules for Dating a Centenarian

T / 1k - “À la Carter”

E / 5k / Bucky x Sarah - “Chasing Water Pumps”

E / 8k / Sam x Bucky - The Great Madripoorian Snake Off

T / 3k / Bucky x Sarah - “Guest Side Story”

T / 3k / Sam x Bucky - “Never a Gull Moment”

T / 4k / Sam x Bucky - “Stare Enough”

T / 2k / Sam x Bucky - “They're Sayin' (You're Gonna Be My Man)”

for all mankind

T / 1k / Margo x Sergei - “The Bridges of Madison”

G / 286 / Pam x Ellen - “Ode to the Front Porch”

T / 1k - “This Mortal Doyle”

gilmore girls (rory x jess)

E / 11k - Dreams I’ve Yet to Find

E / 24k - You Need Me to Be With You

the hunger games

E / 2k / Peeta x Johanna - “Elevator Pitch”

E / 2k / Katniss x Peeta - “Finally, Finally”

E / 4k / Katniss x Cato - “Lonely at the Top”

loki

G / 1k - “If You're a Robot and You Know It, Clap Your Hands”

G / 1k - “Mr. Second Chance”

T / 2k - “Riding in Cars With Lokis”

my lady jane

T / 1k / Guildford x Jane - “After the Horse Has Bolted”

E / 3k / Jane x Guildford - “Bad Latin”

E / 3k / Jane x Guildford - “Emotionally Stabled”

E / 15k / Jane x Guildford - It's Enough, It's Enough

E / 4k / Guildford x Jane - “Pure Grey”

T / 4k / Stan x Frances - “So, Hey, Check Me Out”

E / 1k / Jane x Guildford - “These Days Forth”

never have i ever (devi x paxton)

E / 4k - “Boy Meets Girlfriend”

M / 2k - “No Harm, No Towel”

T / 4k - “Runaway Ride”

M / 5k - “Swimming the Sonoran”

peaky blinders

E / 15k / Tommy x Grace - The Grand Dream of Things

E / 3k / Tommy x May - “Preferred Pastimes”

percy jackson and the olympians (2023- )

G / 830 / Sally x Poseidon - “but for the grace of gods”

G / 1k - “lullaby for a rottweiler”

T / 1k / Percy x Annabeth - “salt-and-vinegar dreams”

G / 967 / Percy x Annabeth - “soundtrack to a tooth alignment”

M / 875 / Sally x Poseidon - “a tall, tall tale no one believes”

sex education

E / 3k / Ola x Lily - “and the stars (they all aligned)”

E / 2k / Maeve x Isaac - “Please May I…?”

star trek

E / 3k / Bones x Carol - “The Deserted Planet, the Gorgeous Woman, and the Goddamn Torpedo”

E / 7k / Scotty x Jaylah - Something to Fix

stranger things

T / 2k / Steve x Nancy - “Always Mr. Right”

T / 458 / Eddie x Chrissy - “And Here’s to You, Chrissy Cunningham”

T / 1k / Lucas x Max - “The Kate Escape”

T / 1k / Lucas x Max - “The Lovers’ Lake Effect”

ted lasso

E / 8k / Keeley x Rebecca - “Cat Ladies”

T / 1k - “Crimminology”

E / 2k / Roy x Keeley - “The Halftime of It”

E / 3k / Ted x Sassy - “Sass Backwards”

wandavision

E / 34k / Darcy x Jimmy - Hex Life

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “Mailbox Blues”

T / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “The Neighbour Never Rings Twice”

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “One Papaya, Two Papaya”

T / 26k / Darcy x Jimmy - Only in a Sitcom

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “Our Names in a Heart”

why didn’t they ask evans? (frankie x bobby)

E / 2k - “One-Man Chauffeur”

E / 5k - “Sailors’ Hands”

the wilds

T / 2k - “Fourth Coming”

T / 738 - “Interviews by the Pool”

T / 1k / Shelby x Toni - “a verse about expecting the worst”

one-offs

Avengers: Endgame : Dolls' Eyes

Black Widow : “Same Day, Different Jumpsuit”

Bodyguard : “Don’t Ever Let Me Start”

Daybreak : “Garden-Variety Monsters”

Dollface : “Fender Is the Night”

Hawkeye : “An All-American January Christmas”

Heartstopper : “we sum up perfection like a handbook”

Inception (2010) : “Je Ne Regrette Rien”

The Irregulars : “The Sun Is Coming Up (I Think It’s Time)”

King Kong (2005) : “I’m Actually Quite Familiar With Your Work”

Marriage Story (2019) : “the whole night and the next day together”

No Time to Die : “The Blood You Owe”

Preacher : “Lonely, Handsome”

Sanditon : “Finding Georgiana”

Schmigadoon! : “I Fleetly Flee, I Fly”

The Sex Lives of College Girls : “An Abundance of Caution Tape”

Thor: Ragnorak : “In the Arms of the Anus”

Twisters (2024) : “get ya thinkin' (that you need me)”

The Umbrella Academy : “The Park Across the Way”

Wonder Woman (2017) : “Unconquered”

my fic masterlists

10 fics - the artful dodger

10 fics - bridgerton

13 fics - the marvelous mrs. maisel (midge x lenny)

12 fics - masters of the air

13 fics - nancy drew

13 fics - the queen's gambit (beth x benny)

38 fics - riverdale

71 fics - spideychelle

21 fics - top gun: maverick

[helluvaoutlaw]

My Striker's Background

I decided to write my canon divergent Striker's origins. Thank you @keenie-bopper and @ahhvernin (@grandma-susan) for the great help!

Born and raised in the Ring of Wrath, Striker always had a knack for getting what he wanted through less-than-legal means.

Growing up in the seedy underbelly of Hell's society, he quickly learned the art of manipulation and violence.

With a sharp wit and even sharper claws, he carved out a reputation for himself as a cunning and ruthless individual.

He soon honed his skills in stealth, combat, and marksmanship, becoming one of the most feared and sought-after assassins in Hell. Known for his efficiency and discretion, he never fails to deliver on his contracts, no matter how difficult or dangerous they might be.

Despite his cold exterior, Striker possesses a code of honor that he strictly adheres to. He never takes a job without thoroughly vetting the target, ensuring that they deserve their fate in his eyes. This moral ambiguity adds an intriguing layer to his character, as he navigates the murky waters of Hell's criminal underworld.

With his sharp mind and deadly precision, Striker is a force to be reckoned with, feared by every demon. But beneath his tough exterior lies a complex individual, driven by his own motivations and inner demons.

So let's find out how my version of Striker came to be.

Childhood:

In the heart of Wrath's relentless inferno, Striker's childhood unfolded under the watchful eyes of his parents, June and Anvil.

Anvil, a stoic, burly blacksmith of few words, did his best to instill in Striker the virtues of honesty and hard work, while June, with her vibrant, sassy spirit and skillful guitar playing, brought warmth and laughter to their modest home. Despite the harsh environment, Striker cherished his upbringing, admiring his father's integrity and strength more than anything.

His mother taught him how to play guitar.

Their life was humble, but serene, until the tragedy happened:

A flaming twister, much bigger and more dangerous than any other they've ever seen, destroyed their house and small farm.

Only Striker survived, because he wasn't home at that moment, having been around wandering.

He took shelter in a deep cave, and when he got back home, there was nothing but a pile of burnt ruins and what remained of his parents' corpses.

Striker was only seven years old when he lost his beloved parents.

The Mentor from the Desert:

After the tragic loss of his parents, Striker found guidance in Cole, a lone gunslinger wandering the desolate plains of Wrath. With his imposing frame, dark long hair and mustaches, and fiery resolve, Cole became both mentor and father figure to Striker, imparting the skills of a gunslinger and the ethos of a professional hitman. Under Cole's tutelage, Striker became one of the best shooters around.

Unfortunately, Cole was an outlaw and soon the law caught up with him: a pompous rich nobleman accused him of stealing something priceless from him.

In reality, the nobleman was one of Cole's clients, who didn't want to risk him blackmailing him about their deal.

The entire trial in court had been staged, with a corrupted judge and jury, and every proof was fabricated.

They did not listen to Cole trying to explain the truth.

They just hanged him at dawn.

Striker's last night with him was bittersweet, and a sense of hate against the law and its hypocrisy started blossoming in his young mind.

The only things Cole left him, were his hat...his holy guns and rope...and the mariachi band (poor things were out of a job, so they needed someone new to sing about).

Love and Loss:

In the midst of his tumultuous journey, Striker crossed paths with Ember, a spirited bounty huntress whose fiery demeanor mirrored her name. Despite their initial rivalry, a mutual respect blossomed into love, leading to marriage and the birth of their son, Jackson.

However, their happiness was shattered when a royal demon from the house of Ars Goetia, driven by arrogance and a sense of superiority, destroyed their home and claimed the lives of Ember and Jackson.

The Seed of Vengeance:

As the flames of tragedy engulfed his world, Striker's heart hardened with a burning desire for vengeance. Betrayed by those who wielded power without mercy, he embraced his role as a professional hitman with renewed purpose, each bullet and blade a testament to the memory of his fallen loved ones. With every contract fulfilled, Striker sought to bring his special brand of justice to the unjust, his journey fueled by the flames of grief and the resolve to never forget the ones he lost.

(I like imagining his dad being like this, actually...)

@umnokorito

Coming soon: headcanons for my Striker.

[olismabel]

Getting to know me!

thanks for the tag @saybiwithme ! 💖

Last song: Freaking out, Tom Walker.

Favourite colour: Blue,but in my fall colors era right now.

Currently reading: The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches, and waiting for a blind date with a book autumn box🍂🍁

Currently watching: Only murders in the building, Anne with an e, rewatching the Librarians, Ted Lasso and going through my movies watchlist.

Last movie: Twisters.

Sweet, spicy or savoury: Sweet.

Relationship status: Single, and not looking.

Tea or coffee: Tea. My absolute faves are a black tea with notes of spices, vanilla and orange peel, and a jasmine poached pear green tea.

Last thing I googled: The dates of a festival.

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