#krakoom

[reachartwork]

Dr. Anesthesia Graves & Samson

[peculiary]

DC Universe: Rebirth #1 May 25, 2016

[sbnkalny]

Are you Ok, Partner!? I'm all out foes in check, but me and my tummy still hurts

[erynaster]

Could I get Enid sinclair x reader that really enjoys thunderstorms? Just in a tree sitting on a branch or on the balcony in the rain smoking a cigarette enjoying the lightning and thunder. Fic form please

Sure!

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Stormy Nights

Summary: You and Enid share a moment of intimacy amidst a brewing thunderstorm.

Word Count: 942

Pairing(s): Enid Sinclair x Male!Reader

Warning(s): None

A/N: Took me a while to get back to this, mostly due to personal matters getting in the way...

CRASH!

BOOM!

A thunderclap echoes through the din, the sudden cacophony threatening to split the sky in half as low rumblings follow suit. You're sitting on an overhanging branch, your back resting comfortably on the trunk of the tree as you remain sheltered from the torrential downpour raging all around you.

The continuous pitter-patter of raindrops only adds to the cozy ambience that the thunderstorm provided. You've always been fond of thunderstorms, ever since you were little. The sudden outbursts of thunder and lightning never fazed you as a child, and at your current age the rain brought with it not disappointment, but pleasure at the fact that you could spend such a day indoors, wrapped up in a blanket, watching a movie or smoking a cigarette or two.

Or in this case, sitting in the shade of a tree, sheltered from the rain as the cool air wafts over you.

All in all, an ideal way to spend an evening.

You see a figure walking towards you in your peripheral vision. Turning in their direction, you can see that they're holding an umbrella, and wearing a pink raincoat.

You smile. It was her.

The figure nears, and you begin to make out her features in the rainy mist. Her colorful locks bounce with every step, and her face shines as she beams at you from underneath her hood.

She stops just beneath the shade of the tree, closing her umbrella as she dries herself off. Her gaze rests on you as she smiles.

"Hi."

You smile in return.

"Hello, Enid."

She approaches the base of the tree, looking up at you quizzically.

"Why are you out here? You weren't in your dorm and I got a little worried..."

You shrug. "I dunno, just felt like sitting out in the rain. It's really relaxing."

Enid stares at you with an odd expression on her face.

"May I... join you?" She offers, swaying side to side as a coy grin finds its way to her face.

"Of course." You shimmy over a bit to the left, making room for Enid to sit. "Come up over here."

Enid beams at you again, climbing up the the tree with surprising agility and litheness. Before you know it, she's right next to you, batting her eyes playfully at you.

"What? Why so surprised?" She asks.

You shake your head. "Nothing."

She sighs, her hand subtly finding yours as she takes it in her own. As your fingers interlock, a pale blush finds its way to your face, which you were pleased to note mirrored hers.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, simply relishing each other's company. The rain doesn't let up, but the two of you remain dry underneath the thick foliage above you.

It's peaceful.

"Hey, Y/N?" Enid pipes up, looking at you anxiously. "Do you think... we could head back soon?"

"Hm?" You gaze at her in question. "But you just got here."

"I know, but..." She trails off, looking up at the sky with fearful trepidation.

You understood.

"Are you afraid of the thunder?" You ask, being as straightforward as possible.

"What? Psshhh. No, of course not." She waves you off, trying yet failing to mask her growing anxiety of the situation. "Why would I be—"

KRAKOOM!

Enid lets out a fearful yelp, grabbing onto your arm as she trembles uncontrollably. Her eyes are wide as dinner plates, darting all around you as the thunder fades off into low rumblings.

You smirk at her in spite of the situation.

"Well?" You inquire as she looks up at you, defeat etched all over her features.

"... Okay, fine. I'm a little scared. Don't tease me about it." She rolls her eyes at you.

"I won't. And it's nothing to be ashamed of." You wrap your arms around her, startling her for a moment as she stiffens up in surprise.

She relaxes slightly as you gently reach up with a free hand to stroke her hair, running your fingers through her accented locks with all the affection you could muster. She lets out a sigh of contentment, leaning into your touch as you continue playing with the strands of her colorful hair.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You ask, stopping for a moment as you wait for her response.

It never comes.

Instead, Enid leans up, planting a gentle yet passionate kiss on your lips, holding the gesture for a moment before pulling away slowly. Her eyes are sparkling in the pale light, gazing into your own with pure adoration.

"I think I'll be fine now. Thank you."

You smile at her, gently nuzzling her cheek with your own as you cuddle each other underneath the shelter of the tree, two destined hearts who have found solace in one another. For now and for as far as time would take you.

As the rain begins to fade off into a gentle pitter-patter, you sigh dreamily as you rest your head on hers, taking in her scent as you close your eyes.

Thunderstorms were the best.

END

[kafrizzzle]

You draw so well I swear I wish I could be one of those big air filled or just big and filled guys you draw so badly like- lemme become the art real quick

*horrible screeching and demonic groaning* WELL GOOD NEWS! TH- *KRAKOOM* THE RITUAL IS ALMOST D- *wails of the damned* DONE! JUST GIV- GIVE ME A SECOND *stomps on hand reaching out of the glowing red summoning circle* YOU'LL BE THERE REAL SOON *KRAKOW*

[rosstmcd]

"Behold!" proclaimed Artus Tyrandar the Strident. "I have built the mightiest mobile platform in the history of the galaxy! It's primary weapon is capable of shooting planets!"

There was a small silence among the assembled reporters. Finally, one of them said, "My lord, there have been dozens of planet-destroying weapons in galactic history. The Dread Fanglord Magrippe unveiled one last week."

"You do not understand!" said Artus, who was incapable of speaking without exclamation points. "As I said, my gun shoots planets!" He slammed his hand down on a large red button. The lights dimmed as power surged, and a deep thrum emitted from somewhere deep in the station. The reporters didn't bother to make note of that; it was standard superweapon fare.

Then there was an enormous KRAKOOM! and Artus pointed triumphantly out the window to where a planet -- which had definitely not been there a moment before -- was hurtling away from the station.

"Oh," said the reporter. "I thought you meant -- no, I see now. This is a new one."

ooooooo

"My lord," said a functionary groveling before the throne of Zeledor the Conqueror, "Lord Artus Tyrandar's empire now exceeds your own."

"But how!" howled Zeledor, who was also prone to exclamations. "He has not gone to war with anyone yet!"

"My lord, he is not conquering worlds to create his empire. He is... well.. creating them. In empty systems, of which there are many."

"This will not stand!!" Zeledor bellowed. "Summon the fleet! We will reduce this upstart's so-called empire to ashes!"

ooooooo

"Ah... my Lord Zeledor, Lord Artus's space station has dropped out of hyperspace in our system. He demands our immediate surrender."

"What! Ridiculous! His space station isn't even armed! Send out a task force immediately to destroy his toy!"

"Yes, my... oh. Um. Well. My Lord, he just... um. He fired a planet. At us. It will impact this planet in... well, it doesn't matter. Quite soon. And may I take this opportunity, my Lord, to say that I have always considered you one of history's greatest fools, and that the other space tyrants always laugh about your cloak behind your back. Goodbye, my Lord. I'm going out on the balcony to watch."

Every would-be galactic conqueror wants a planet-destroying superweapon, and you’ve had enough. Today, you unveil your masterpiece; a planet-building space station.

[etoilebleu]

✏

[evilhorse]

KRAKOOM

[museincarnate]

The moment that Tazz raised her hands over her head, while Ghost had sent himself rocketing towards her, he knew that his own offensive measure would likely fail to connect with her form; nearly causing him to grit his teeth and use his flames at higher intensities, to cut her off. And yet, despite his want to keep the fight close-range, he would just barely subdue his urges, and watch as the Luparian descended rapidly.

That rational thinking, however, would prove to last only for that second, as the growing distance between them picked away at what little patience the Scorched Saiyan had, and caused him to somehow miss the minefield of energy orbs she left in her wake; agitation pushing itself to the forefront of Ghost's otherwise emotionless psyche, as he immediately aimed his only useful arm towards the sky, and adjusted himself to launch headlong towards the wolfish woman below!

Before he could get very far, however...

KRAKOOM!!!

His fiery energy would make connection with one of Tazz's energy orbs, and set off a chain reaction of explosions, that engulfed the Scorched Saiyan in a cloud of fire and dust! For a few moments, even his energy signature seemed to vanish, as the heat around the battlefield they'd made their own died down. Just as before, when Ghost was surrounded by a cloud of dust and debris, it seemed as though the battle had been won by the Luparian woman, who saved her best friend's life from his ironically cold ambitions...

And yet, with a sweep of his hand, the dust that obscured him from Tazz's sight, and vice versa, would be blown away; his blue flames emanating from every inch of his form, as the flesh nearest to his remaining upper limb, and the entirety of the skin on the arm itself, would begin to burn. Untouched flesh would quickly match its scarred, scorched counterparts, as the heat that had just settled around the battlefield quickly erupted into even hotter temperatures; the Scorched Saiyan's expression was twisted into an irate, irritated scowl towards the wolfish woman.

"You're really starting to piss me off, Mutt." Already raspy vocal cords strained even further, as even Ghost's face began to burn, before he sent himself rocketing towards his opposition once again; the increase in temperature almost exponentially enhancing his attributes, as his position seemed to shift almost instantaneously, while he appeared just in front of her.

At point-blank range, she would get a look at just how much his own flames were beginning to scorch him further, while she would only have the briefest instant to do so; his hand aimed towards her, as he attempted to unleash his greatest wave of flaming energy yet, and engulf both her and anything that was a few feet from her on either side.

"NOW BURN!!!"

While Ghost's focus was certainly on where Tazz was, prior to her evasion of his explosive wave of fiery energy, he would've been a fool, had he not noticed her form shooting into the air to avoid his offensive measure. When his oculars shifted to meet her, an annoyed scoff managed to involuntarily escape the Scorched Saiyan, while the smoke coming off of his arm had him waving it slightly, as if to cool it off as best as he could.

He wouldn't admit it, even to himself, but Ghost was almost grateful for Tazz's momentary lingering in the air, before either of them made a move again, as it allowed him to cool himself even if it was by a single degree; the only sounds that could be heard around them being the flames that he created, and the distant sounds of intense physical combat between the other pairs of fighters.

Bracing himself, however, Ghost was almost certain that his opposition was about to rush towards him again, from the moment a single muscle of hers twitched to begin her next attack; his guess proving to be incorrect, when she began throwing her barrage of energy orbs in his direction. Did she really think that it'd be that easy to keep the distance between them?

Erratically, the Scorched Saiyan would begin ascending and darting towards the wolfish woman; weaving his way through her volley of energy orbs, as if he found a pattern to her offense. And yet... Before even half of the distance between them could be closed, a few balls of energy managed to strike him, and knock him off of his flight path towards her; one even hitting him in the face, and making him flip backwards mid-air!

Quickly, however, the burned man would stabilize himself, while reluctantly using his unbroken arm to aim a blast towards the space beneath him, to launch himself towards the Luparian even faster! If he managed to close the irritating gap between them, just enough, he would attempt to use his own momentum to callously ram his skull into Tazz's own; a living torpedo, for a lack of a better term, heading towards her with indescribable velocity!

[reachartwork]

i love making little ads for my stories

[peculiary]

DC Universe: Rebirth #1 May 25, 2016

[sbnkalny]

admiral-craymen: We just dropped work and went to a birthday party and we always remove their posts too

wumbla: “Er, um… I mean, they say "Don't grow up to My birthday party on my birthday to my birthday with a birthday gift on my arm and a piece of my mind

birdrobot: “Er, UM… I mean, you may think it's not enough for you?? you have to act as the caretakers of the ecosystem

garbage-empress: “Er, um… I mean, you may think it's round

birdrobot: “Er, um… I mean, i tried to get me because you thought i couldn't get past uru

wumbla: “Er, um… I mean, i tried to forgive Craymen for the deaths of his friends were those of the previous two victims.

garbage-empress: Re-did another member of my gang? certainly not quick to forgive Craymen for the deaths of his friends - Indeed, he Never would come after you.

admiral-craymen: What you're not you are dead, dead dead Dead your heart is beating 100 miles per hour, i tried to forgive Craymen for the deaths of his friends, then he has the most thematic presence of humans.

admiral-craymen: Do u know what really is a trusted member of my gang? certainly not Quick to forgive Craymen for the deaths of his friends - indeed, he never can mow him down? poor little road runner goes Beep BEEP

birdrobot: Worship our 15 year old still in high flood this great acreage of Sand, shingle-beds, and willow-grown islands is almost TOPPED by the Water, edge was certainly not quick to forgive Craymen for the deaths of his friends go on a honeymoon to Finland with me

admiral-craymen: Listen up you trifling Semen demon! I have HAD it!!! I tried to forgive Craymen for the deaths of his friends were those monster HUNTER please I Need you to tunch my face

birdrobot: The Ball inside Sestren, one on earth would ever skip two volumes in the middle of the water, edge was certainly not QUICK to forgive Craymen for the deaths of his friends to the castle Dracula, as there are no breasts to hold urgots hand

admiral-craymen: Be careful! the ball inside Sestren, one on each chin a tangled and filthy beard.

wumbla: The ball inside Sestren, one on TV

birdrobot: The ball inside Sestren, one on earth would ever say, but it's always something! KRAKOOM! KRAKOOM! KRAKOOM! KRAKOOM! OOooh, I like it!

birdrobot: The ball inside Sestren, one on the right! HerereH! it warns you’re a bot

admiral-craymen: The ball inside Sestren, one on you!

[museincarnate]

While Hakkona had previously been relaxed and kind towards Broly, his unprompted intrusion on her personal space, and stroking of her hair, would cause her muscles to tense; her brows furrowing in slight discomfort, if not mild agitation. He certainly wasn't helping himself, by smirking thereafter.

"Normally, I wouldn't entertain that kind of request, but..."

Running her hand along the part of her hair that he stroked, she would make it painfully clear, without saying it, that she would take the opportunity to express her feelings through his request. Had the two met any other time previous to her tribulations, and her sudden rise in power to a point not too far from her father's own, she would've doubted her own strength. As she was, then, however...

KRAKOOM!!!

Breaking the sound barrier with her own velocity, the Saiyaness had strengthened herself to a degree that she just barely equaled the power of her father's own might; the force of one of her strikes equaling, numerically, the very mass of the universe itself, at a whopping 100 hexadecillion Newtons. Considering her assessment of Broly, she, at the very least, expected him to survive the universe-crumbling right hook, since he'd offered her the chance to hit him!

"Yeah, I've heard that bit before. Fighting is something that we're good at, even across different Saiyan cultures. It's something we're drawn towards, and some like force that idea onto others who've lived different lifestyles. Trust me... I get it..."

Given her tone, she sounded as though she had a bad history with someone who took the whole fighting thing too seriously, as a lifestyle. She had scars, sure, and that mark around her throat, but that didn't mean she felt the same way about battle, to the extent that Broly did.

"Can't blame a girl for caring about others, even if you didn't ask for it..."

[krokagator]

I think I start my art dump with Krakoom, the dragonborn sorcerer who thinks he’s a kobold as his egg was rescued by a swamp dwelling tribe. Named Krakoom as that is the sound he makes when he breaths lightning.

[eoinb]

Seeing as #battlechasers #10 was just announced with @ludo_lullabi drawing and @joemadx involved heres an old #gully piece! Expect a lot more #fanart of this in the near future! Man I loved this comic! #krakoom im going to have to play #nightwar again! https://www.instagram.com/p/CMHMayhj_SJ/?igshid=b2ulf3o75nr3

[azuki-chan]

Krakoom! BATMAN DAY Edition! Por @coleccionablesposadas Bonita tarde como El sociedad junto a La bolsa de miedo y El guardia F. Vivimos ------------------------- #cosplay #cosplayimprovisado #jokercosplay #scarecrowcosplay #Arkhamguard #joker #scarecrow #batman #batmanday #batcosplayers #teamcosplay #batmancosplay #krakoom #espantapajaros #guason #poisonivy #jonathancrane #poisonivycosplay #sociedad #vivimos #cosplayers #Arkham #arkhamasylum #bang #fear #happy #friends #villians #batmanvillians #gotham (en Coleccionables Posadas) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2wMKargpO5/?igshid=12easkgqh552y