#mo twister

[josh0555]

This is the 2015 Station ID of TV5. The Station ID was themed “Happy Ka Dito!”

The Station ID Theme Song or also known as “Sama-Sama sa Ligaya” was sung by Filipino singer, songwriter, rapper, dancer, television host, actor and comedian Ogie Alcasid featuring Filipino radio and television presenter and rapper Mo Twister. The theme was also produced by Filipino singer, songwriter, dancer, record producer, DJ, conductor, television host, actor, comedian and businessman Willie Revillame who serves as the backing vocals of the theme song. Starting in May 5, 2015. The theme “Sama-Sama sa Ligaya” can be heard on Radyo5 and various radio stations nationwide to bring happiness and more fun. Also, The 2015 Station ID of TV5 can be seen on every billboard, LED billboard and mobile billboard nationwide. But somehow, The theme song was also used in the first episode of Wowowillie.

The Station ID contains Ivan Mayrina, Mark Salazar, Raffy Tima, Lourd de Veyra, JC de Vera, Martin Escudero, Dion Ignacio, Gerald Anderson, Sef Cadayona, Nash Aguas, Valeen Montenegro, Emman Abeleda, Joshua Dionisio, Aga Muhlach, Sid Lucero, Onemig Bondoc, Diether Ocampo, Vice Ganda, Empoy Marquez, Coco Martin, Zoren Legaspi, Enzo Pineda, Edgar Allan Guzman, John Lloyd Cruz, Benjamin Alves, Paulo Avelino, EJ Falcon, David Licauco, Ken Chan, Phytos Ramirez, Arcee Muñoz, Ritz Azul, Alice Dixson, Tuesday Vargas, Eula Caballero, Enrique Gil, Carlo Aquino, Liza Soberano, Jerald Napoles, IC Mendoza, Lloyd Zaragoza, Kit Thompson, Kim Chiu, Jazz Ocampo, Korina Sanchez, Pia Arcangel, Luchi Cruz-Valdez, Connie Sison, Pinky Webb, Martin Andanar, Rhea Santos, Alex Santos, Seph Ubalde, Howie Severino, Atom Araullo, Shawn Yao, Luis Manzano, Matteo Guidicelli, Michael V., Allan K., Ivan Dorschner, CJ Muere, Randy Santiago, John Wayne Sace, Dennis Trillo, Jake Cuenca, DingDong Dantes, Rocco Nacino, Enchong Dee, Cogie Domingo, German Moreno, Carmelito “Shalala” Reyes, Romy “Dagul” Pastrana, Sam Milby, Marco Alcaraz, Bea Alonzo, Hero Angeles, Edu Manzano, Jericho Rosales, Neil Coleta, Ping Medina, Alex Vincent Medina, Pen Medina, Geoff Eigenmann, Gabby Eigenmann, Jun Sabayton, Niño Muhlach, Simon Ibarra, Baron Geisler, Dominic Roque, Ramon Bautista, Eric Fructuoso, Chuckie Dreyfus, Mark Anthony Fernandez, Tirso Cruz III, Diego Castro III, Allen Dizon, John Arcilla, Jason Abalos, Marco Gumabao, Addy Raj, Derrick Monasterio, Michael Pangilinan, Enrico Cuenca, Adrian Alandy, Vince Gamad, Lianne Valentin, Pancho Magno, Jiro Manio, Ruru Madrid, Juancho Triviño, Ina Raymundo, Dina Bonnevie, Ahron Villena, Mark Herras, Coleen Garcia, Shaina Magdayao, Ellen Adarna, Angel Locsin, Louise de los Reyes, Maja Salvador, Ivana Alawi, Xian Lim, Yves Flores, Carmina Villaroel, Eugene Domingo, Nora Aunor, Aiko Melendez, Angel Aquino, Susan Roces, Kris Aquino, including Kylie Padilla and Bela Padilla, daughters of Rommel Padilla, sisters of Queenie Padilla, nieces of Robin Padilla and cousins of Daniel Padilla and RJ Padilla, twin brothers Rodjun and Rayver Cruz, Mikoy Morales, the son of Vicky Morales, Donny Pangilinan, the brother of Michael Pangilinan, Ronwaldo and Kristoffer Martin, the sons of Coco Martin and Sandino Martin, the brother of Coco Martin featuring DJ Willie Revillame, Master Boy Abunda, Emcee Mo Twister and president Noynoy Aquino getting ready for the party. The 2015 Station ID of TV5 also features South Korean boy band Momoland as a 9-member group with members, Ji Chang-min, Lee Hye-bin, Park Joo-won, Kim Tae-ha, Kim Na-yun, Lee Min-hyuk, Lee Ah-in, Lim Yeon-woo and Kim Young-jae in their school uniforms but they have debuted with 13 members in April 9, 2015. Somehow, The Station ID also features ex-president Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo at the very end when she was working as the camerawoman and ex-president Joseph Estrada as the Mayor of Manila from 2005 until 2015. But somehow, His hands are already seen instead of his full body. Somehow, Willie Revillame wasn't seen wearing glasses yet as the DJ. Somehow, He might get glasses 1 day later after the next-gen launch of TV5. But Empoy Marquez had glasses in Laugh out Loud before taking over to the TV5 sitcom show Banana Split replacing Ritz Azul.

The Station ID was filmed in June 26, 2010 until June 29, 2010 at Mall of Asia Arena, TV5 Media Center, SM Megamall, SM Aura Premier, Congressional Avenue, The Bell Church in Baguio, La Casas Filipinas, Pasig River Esplanade and Bonifacio Global City when the next generation of TV5 is arriving soon with new actors and new shows.

But somehow, The clips were originally used from the Happy music video in the upcoming movie Toy Story 3 that will be released in theaters 2010. Sadly, Julius Babao and his wife Christine Bersola-Babao including Ogie Alcasid and his wife Regine Velasquez don’t appear in the Station ID as well. Dominic Roco and his younger brother Felix Roco don’t appear as well because they moved to ABS-CBN in 2010. But Julius Babao makes a cameo at the very end while working with his friend Seph Ubalde before Mark Salazar takes place. Due to this, Julius Babao deserves to retire from TV5 after 15 years. Somehow, He and his wife would take a break and move to GMA in 2015 for it’s 65th anniversary. Eventually, Regine Velasquez also made a cameo at the very end when Luchi Cruz-Valdes was styling her as “The Beauty Queen” for Miss Universe 2005. However, Rocco Nacino moved to ABS-CBN in 2015 but DingDong Dantes made his comeback to ABS-CBN in 2015 for the 65th anniversary after a 5 year hiatus, But Enchong Dee moved to GMA for the 65th anniversary as well. Eventually, The Mascot of TV5, Blue the Puppy from Disney’s Blues Clues also does not appear at this point. However, Ogie Alcasid’s voice can be seen in the Station ID along with Mo Twister and Willie Revillame.

However, The Station ID will be re-used in 2016 which will be known as “Bery’ Happy Ka Dito!” with the funny line “Toasty” from Mortal Kombat which contains the 4th wall break at the very end. But somehow, The line "Toasty" will be used in the 2015 Summer Station ID of TV5 which is "Happy Ka Dito This Summer!" where none of the TV5 crew members appear. Instead, The Summer Station ID features cars and explosions where there might be a big happy summer fun with rock n'roll music.

[cowboybeepboop]

My Dearest

“That was…” your voice trails off as you close your eyes sleepily.

“Incredible,” Javi finishes your sentence, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Pairing: Javier “Javi” Rivera x fem! Reader

Genre: smut but like with fluff as well

Word count: 3516

Summary: After reconnecting with Javi, you find yourself craving a much deeper connection.

a/n: Wrote this for my bestie bc he’s her twisters crush, but I can’t take him seriously without thinking of Hamilton 😭 also it was like so hard to even find a picture for this? Theres like no good pics of Anthony as Javi 😟 hope you enjoy!

Javi had successfully convinced you to join him, however you weren’t fully convinced this was such a great idea. Even seeing an overpass brought the memories back. The memories of running through the extreme winds, the metal digging into your skin, watching as Addy gets swept away by debris. Squeezing your eyes shut tight as a hand covers the leg that was cut.

“Hey, Y/N? Are you okay?” Javi’s hand covers your knee as he rubs gentle circles into the fabric.

“Mhm,” mustering up a smile, you open your eyes and turn to face him. “I’m okay.” He visibly relaxes as his lips curve into a warm smile. He begins to ramble and you tune him out, your eyes wander out the window once again, taking in the landscapes. The flat yellow-green terrain that seems endless, with the vast and open fields that stretch through the horizon. Clean yet musky air hits your nose as you take in deep slow breaths. On the edge of a field barbed-wire fencing lines the property with a barn and a lone windmill weathered by years of sun and wind exposure.

The truck comes to a stop at what appears to be a rest station, the lot is filled with storm-par vehicles, tourists, and storm chasers (who are only interested in the high of adrenaline). You follow Javi out of the car and he introduces you to his team. “So what do you think?” Your eyes were locked on the screen of his tablet. “Which storm should we follow?” Scott offers his opinion and you shoot Javi a pained expression.

“I think you should choose. It’s been a while.” The tablet feels heavy in your palms as you shift your weight between feet. His warm hand wraps around your shoulders with a reassuring squeeze.

“Y/N come on, you’ve got this,” his voice is smooth and gentle. Biting down on your lip you turn your back to the group of guys, walking away. Javi stops them from following you as he notices your need to be alone. He knew you needed a few moments alone, and as he and his team watched you, his eyes were always on you.

The breeze moves gently through the air, creating a soothing consistent rustle in the dry grass. Fluffy clouds dot the sky with the sunlight bathing everything in a warm, soft glow. The wind carries a refreshing, warm sensation. As it flows, it creates a gentle, rhythmic sound that’s soothing and tranquil. You pick up a dandelion, crushing the soft puffball of seeds between your fingers. The ripple of the breeze carries the seeds into the air.

Turning your back you head back over to Javi and the rest of storm par. “Let’s go west.” You hand Javi his tablet.

“The one to the east has much better numbers” Scott interrupts.

”But the conditions don’t feel right, the cap is too strong. It'll never break.” Scott narrows his eyes at you, a scowl finding its way to his lips.

“You heard her lets go.” Javi’s hand presses into the small of your back.

—————

Once you were facing the storm you freaked out, you couldn’t do it. You made Javi get back in and you drove further away. But instantly knew you fucked up, your stomach dropped as he yells out “We’re too far!”

The car came to a screeching halt as you freaked out and Javi let out a quick curse, his fingers gripping the door handle tight. ”What the hell are you doing?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration as he turned to look at you.

”I’m sorry Javi.. I don’t know what I was thinking,” you let go of the steering wheel putting your shaky hands on top of your thighs. “I didn’t mean to mess with your data collection.” Your voice trails off as you look down at your lap.

Javi let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair as he took a moment to calm down. He turned to face you fully, his gaze softening slightly.

"I know you didn't mean to, Y/N," he said, his voice still tinged with irritation, but with a hint of understanding. "But we can't just drive away like that. We need to get closer if we want any usable data."

You nod and hop out of the car, watching as the storm moves further away. Javi gets out to call Scott and you sigh. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath.

“Come on Y/N, we should head to the motel,” his voice rings out interrupting your thoughts. You respond with a nod and get into the passenger side of the truck.

You sigh as Javi pulls into the motel parking lot, “I’m really sorry. I just froze, I don’t know what happened.” He nods.

“No it’s okay, there’s always tomorrow.” he smiles reassuringly, “do you want to chill out here for a while? I mean i’d need to go shower and change first but..”

“Javi I’m real tired… But maybe we could watch tv in your room for a bit?” You fumble with the straps of your backpack as you look over at him.

Javi studied your face for a moment, seeing the exhaustion written all over it. He knew that you were hesitant about joining the group of tourists outside, and he didn’t press the issue.

“Yeah, we can do that,” he replied with a nod. “Let’s go up to my room and watch TV for a bit. You can rest there.”

”Okay, come on then,” you lace your arm into his as you follow his lead. Javi couldn’t help but feel a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. He appreciated your closeness, and the way you sought comfort in him.

As you walked together towards his room, he couldn’t help but notice how tired you looked. He knew it had been a long day, and you needed to rest. You open the door with his key, you sigh softly as you let yourself in. Dropping your bag on the floor you stretch your arms out.

Javi follows you inside, closing the door behind him with a gentle click. The room feels cozy, the air slightly cool and crisp from the air conditioning.He walks over to the bed and takes a seat against the headboard, patting the space next to him on the mattress. “Come on, sit down and rest for a bit.”

You smile as you kick off your sneakers and plop onto the bed next to him. Finding your way into his arm cuddling against his chest and pressing your face against his shoulder. “I’ve missed this Javi..” your voice trails off as you turn the tv on.

Javi feels your warm body press against his as you cuddle into his chest, and his arms instinctively wrap around you, pulling you closer. He can’t help but feel a sense of contentment at your words, and his heart skips a beat.

“I’ve missed this too,” he says quietly, his voice a gentle rumble against your ear. “It’s been too long.” You wrap an arm around his torso. Finding comfort in his familiar scent.

”What should we watch?” Your voice is gentle as you nuzzle your face into him. He runs a hand gently up and down your back, feeling the warmth and softness of your skin under his fingertips, you shiver from his touch.

“I don’t know, anything you want,” he replies, his voice soft and gentle. “Just pick something that doesn’t require too much thought.” He couldn’t help but feel a wave of comfort at your affectionate gesture. He adjusts his arm, pulling you even closer as he sinks back into the pillows, the warmth of your body against his own a soothing presence.

”Hmm,” you turn your body to face the tv flipping through the movies and shows, you finally decide on a random movie. Tossing the remote to the side you turn your attention back to Javi, repositioning yourself at his side. “I really missed you,” looking over at him you take the time to admire his face. You always did encourage him to cut his hair and damn does it look good on him. In the past 5 years you’ve forgotten just how handsome your friend truly is.

Javi feels your eyes on him as you reposition yourself at his side, and he can’t help but feel a wave of comfort and familiarity at your closeness. He looks down at you, feeling your gaze on his face, and he notices the way you’re studying him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers gently caressing your face. “I’ve missed you too,” he says softly, his eyes locked on yours. “More than you know.” you find a soft blush painting your cheeks as you were caught staring at him. You hope he doesn’t realize you were checking him out, the embarrassment send a chill through your body

”Your hair looks good like this,” you reach up to touch his soft curls, “I’m glad you finally cut it,” Javi notices the soft blush that creeps onto your cheeks as your fingers reach up to touch his hair, and he can’t help but smile at your words.

"Thanks,” he says with a small chuckle, tilting his head slightly to the side to give you better access to his hair. “I’m glad you like it.” He realizes how comfortable it feels having you by his side, just like old times.

”Of course I do, I always told you to cut it,” your hand moves down from his hair to his jaw, you brush your pointer finger over his jawline. “You look so handsome with short hair,” you whisper into his ear. Your words echo in his ears and he can feel a faint blush creeping onto his own cheeks at the compliment.

He turns his head slightly to look at you, feeling your warm breath in his ear. “You always did hate my longer hair,” he responds with a chuckle, his voice a bit huskier than usual. Your tongue flicks out to wet your bottom lip as you notice the closeness of his face to yours. A loud crack of thunder sounds outside the window but does little to distract you both.

“I love your curls..” your hand finds its way back into his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands as you softly pull at the dark locks. His eyes lock onto yours, his heartbeat quickening in his chest as he realizes how close your face is to his. He can feel the heat of your breath on his skin, and his body instinctively leans in closer to you.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he lets out a soft gasp at the sensation of your fingers in his hair. “Mm,” he murmurs, “You always know how to drive me crazy with that.” You smile sweetly while maneuvering yourself onto his lap.

”I know, that's why I do it,” you giggle softly while putting your free hand against his chest. Your weight settles on him with a pleasant sensation. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as his hands grip your hips.

He can’t help but smile at your words, his eyes locked on your fingers as they rest against his chest. “Is that so?” he asks, his voice low and playful. “Just trying to drive me wild, hmm?”

”Always,” you whisper into his ear as you begin to pepper kisses from his temple to his jawline. Javi lets out an involuntary moan as your lips brush against his skin. The feeling of your kisses against him sends a wave of pleasure through his body, and his fingers grip your hips tighter.

He tilts his head back slightly, giving you better access to his skin, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as he lets out a soft exhale. “You’re so cruel,” he husks out, his voice shaky with suppressed desire.

”But you love it, don’t you?” You tease softly before your lips connect with his neck once more. You move toward his collarbone and begin sucking soft hickies into his tanned skin. He lets out a soft moan feeling a sense of pure ecstasy at the sensation of your mouth on his skin.

He tilts his head back once more, exposing more of his neck to you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “God, yes I love it,” he breathes out, his voice low and gravelly. “You know I love it.” his hands still gripping your hips tightly as he tries to reign in the growing heat between you. The sensation of your touch combined with the knowledge that you were marking him up causes a pang of desire to shoot through his body.

You pull back admiring the pinkish marks you left upon his skin. Your hands move to the sides of his face as you run your thumbs over his cheek bones. “Are you going to make a move? Or keep letting me have full control?”

Javi looks at you with dark, lust-filled eyes as you pull back he can feel the heat radiating off of his body and he knows that he's moments from snapping.

But the sound of your question, spoken with a hint of challenge, makes him pause for a moment. He raises an eyebrow at you and lets out a low chuckle.

“You really want me to, don’t you?” he asks, his voice deep and ragged as he leans closer, his hands now gripping your waist with a newfound possessiveness.

You begin to move your hips, grinding against him, feeling his hardness through your pants. Your breath quickens as you kiss him, hands owing to his hair, your lips demanding and insistent.

Javi groans into your mouth, his hands sliding from your waist to your hips as he guides your movements. “That’s it, just like that baby.”

As you increase the pace, Javi’s hands move to your thighs, squeezing the sensitive flesh as he thrust upward to meet your motions. “You feel so good, darling. Let me hear you.” His hand rasps the back of your head leaning it to the side as he presses sloppy kisses to your cheek.

You moan as the pleasure builds inside of you, your head falling back as you give into the sensations “Javi.. oh god…”, he slides you off his lap. Pulling you away from your orgasm, your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he lays you down on your back.

”What was that for?” You whine a little, his fingers swiftly unbutton your shorts. He pulls them off of your legs, his lips connect with the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

“I want to hear you scream.” He encourages, his voice rough with desire. He pushes your legs apart as he slides your panties off next, groaning at the sight of your wet pussy. His lips connect with your tender clit, swirling circles around it with his warm tongue.

Your back arches off the bed as you tightly grip ahold of the sheets. Loud moans leaving your parted lips, your face contorting in pleasure. As if on cue, the storm outside intensifies, the wind howling and the rain pounding giants the window.

He moves you off the bed as he lays against it, lifting your body up to hover over his lips. You moan, gripping a hold of the headboard, biting down on the wood to muffle your cries.

Your hips buck as his tongue working its magic, his hands holding your thighs apart while devouring you. He moans, the sound vibrating against your sensitive leash, his arms pulling you closer, plunging his fingers into your wet heat.

”Oh god, Javi! Right there!” You gasp as his fingers find your sweet spot, your walls clenching around him. He smiles against you, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault. He adds a third finger, stretching and filling you as he feels your orgasm building.

Your hands tangle in his hair, your hips bucking wildly as you ride his face. Javi suckled your clit as his fingers curled inside you, sending you over the edge. You moan his name “I’m gonna cum“ squeezing your thighs around his head as you become more and more sensitive, but he doesn’t let up. You cry out, your body trembling your release washes over you, your juices coating his fingers and mouth.

“Oh god, Javi!” The pleasure becomes too much, you push his forehead gently as you try to squirm away, yet he holds your hips against his lips. After he finishes licking up your cum, he releases your body. You slide off his face, straddling his hips once again.

Javi takes your lips in a possessive kiss as you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his body against yours. He holds you tight, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, brushing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples.

As you come down from your high, you rest your forehead against his, your breath mingling with his. “It’s my turn now.” You tease. His eyes darken with desire as he moves his hands to the button of his jeans.

Your eyes widen as you see the bulge in his pants, a mix of anticipation and lust fluttering in your stomach. He pulls you into another passionate kiss, his hands moving to yours.

Javi lowers your hands to his belt, your breath hitches as you undo the buckle. Your fingers moving to his fly, sliding the zipper down. As you pull his jeans and boxers down, his hard length springs free, thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. You bite your look, looking up at him with desire.

“You like what you see, babe?” Javi murmures, his voice thick with need as he slides his hand in your hair. You nod, glancing down at his cock. You reach out wrapping your hand around him, feeling his head and smoothness.

Javi groans, his head falls back as you begin to stroke him, your movements slow and exploratory. “Fuck, just like that… feels so good.” You lean forward, your tongue darting out to taste the salty drop of pre-cum on the tip.

“Oh damn!” Javi cries out, his hips bucking as your warm, wet mouth closing around him. You take your time, your lips and tongue working him over, savoring the taste and feel of him in your mouth.

He clenches the bedsheets, his body rigid as he tries to hold back, wanting to prolong the moment. “Y/N, I’m not gonna last if you keep this up” with a final, deep suck, you release him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock.

You position yourself above his dick, your eyes heavy-lidded as you reach down, guiding I’m to your entrance. Javi groans as he pushes inside of you, your warmth enveloping him and your muscles clenching around his shaft.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” you moan, throwing your head back as he begins to move, his hips snapping as he thrusts into you.

Javi’s eyes roll back as he feels the tightness of you around him, your wet heat drawing him in. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight..” finding a rhythm, he begins to move faster, his hands grasping your hips as he pushes into you, your flesh slapping together.

You meet his thrusts, your nails raking down his back as the pleasure builds inside you once more. “Fuck Javi! I’m gonna cum again!” Your walls clench around him, your juices flowing as you cry out, your body shaking with the force of your release.

Unable to hold back any longer, Javi surrenders to the pleasure, his hips snapping faster as he chases his own release. “Y/N, I’m cumming!” He buries his face in your nape as he fills you, his release coating your insides as he thrusts into you. Your bodies joined in the ultimate act of pleasure.

As both of your breathing slows, you collapse beside him. He pulls you close, your sweat-dampened bodies sticking together. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as he keeps your body tight against his, seeming as if he’s afraid to let you go.

You smile, tracing patterns on his chest as you snuggle into his side, wrapping your leg around his thigh. “That was…” your voice trails off as you close your eyes sleepily.

“Incredible,” Javi finishes your sentence, his voice filled with satisfaction. With a content sigh, you press a gentle kiss to his chest, the sound of the storm outside a gentle lullaby as you drift off to sleep, safe and satisfied in Javi’s arms.

Your shared passion had healed old wounds, the storm outside a reflection of the tempestuous desires that had been released, leaving only peace and contentment in its wake.

[cahootings]

okay the twisters tag is NOT the vibe. Grim to see people heterosexually take this movie seriously

[kaizsche]

so you're telling me not only were we kiss deprived but also hug deprived??? THATS SO INSANE

[migurin-art]

finished some comms 💖💖💖

pls don't use/repost thanks!!

[aceofwhump]

I just got back from seeing Twisters with my sister and first of all I loved it. It was a great movie. But the main point of this post was I'm laughing at the differences between me and my sister's favorite scenes.

My sister's favorite: Glen Powell slow mo walking outside into the rain where his white T-shirt gets soaked it's almost see through and he's got a cowboy hat on

My favorite: Glen Powell being hit by a tornado and getting his leg trapped under debris and the others trying to get him out in time and then him limping away with the support of Kate.

We are very different people 🤣🤣

[karinonsan]

The Creens is giving me early Mo Dao Zu Shi confusion twister with hundred names thrown im for one person. Who was Han Guang-jun and Lan Wangji and Lan Zhan and Lan Er-Gongzi again? Wdym they're the same person???

Because, is Simon's name Simon Crenshaw because they called him Lord Crenshaw or is it Simon Creen? His father's name is Sinclair?? So is he Simon Sinclair or Sinclair is the father's name? WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE FATHERS NAME IS ACTUALLY EDMUND CREEN i thought the "S" was really for "Sinclair" while Simon was just really playacting the S is his brandname while it really was his father's (while actually it was neither)...

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Paws - Javier Rivera X GN Reader

Title: Paws

Javier Rivera X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Tyler (Mentioned), Lily, Kate (Mentioned), Boone (Mentioned), the rest of the Tornado Wrangler team (Mentioned), and Storm Par (Mentioned)

WC: 2,423

Warnings: Post-Twisters events, Reader's bored, nicknames, love at first sight mentioned, banter, teasing, tornados mentioned, mentioned of marriage (brief), italics, very sight angst, and fluff

Letting out a deep sigh, you covered your arm over your eyes. You were lying on your couch, the TV was playing some TV show, but you weren't paying attention. It was the end of the Tornado Season, and to say the least, you were bored out of your mind, and somewhat disappointed... And sad? Probably.

Chasing tornadoes was your life. The thrill, the anticipation, the adrenaline. It was what fueled you. Without it, you didn’t really know what to do. And you were so not looking forward to getting back to your job, even if it was a stay-at-home one. You wanted to get out there and do something.

Hearing the front door open and shut, you stayed put. Feeling as if you were unable to move. That strange numbness settled over you, a frown upon your face. Feeling the couch cushions dip, you felt a presence above you, hovering; you didn’t have to open your eyes to know who it was. And with a soft kiss placed on your cheek, that stubborn frown quickly melted away, replaced with a smile. The butterflies in your stomach made themselves known. 

Moving your arm away, and opening your eyes, they met his brown ones. Hands propped up beside your head, he gazed down at you with a warm smile; above you was the man you fell in love with. He could’ve been an angel, you were sure of it.

Javi Rivera. You met him a year and a few months prior. He had been a part of Storm Par, and you were a part of Tyler's 'Tornado Wranglers.' You remembered the day you first saw him extremely well. Standing in his neatly pressed dress shirt, nice pants, black curly hair slicked back. To say you were entranced would be an understatement. 

Tyler and the crew had warned you about Storm Par when you joined, telling you about what they did to those who had lost so much after dangerous tornadoes. It pissed you off, hearing that news, to say the least. But when you pulled up to the gas station - 'Ain't No Love In Oklahoma' playing loudly from Tyler's truck speakers - seeing Javi standing with his crew... Well, you couldn’t help but think about how cute he was. 

You were sitting in the back seat, your arms pressed against the open window's ledge, resting your cheek in your hand. Not really using the seat’s buckle, but you trusted Tyler enough. Dangerous, yes. But, upon driving by, it was like time had slowed down for you. Everything was in slo-mo, like in one of those somewhat cringey rom-com movies. Your eyes flickered from one Storm Par member to the next, ignoring their glares and irritated glances - especially as Boone teased them - you saw a young woman with them all, before your eyes landed on Javi. 

Again, you were entranced. For lack of a better word. Once your eyes met his, you felt all the breath you had in your lungs leave you, butterflies replacing whatever you had in your stomach with their rapid fluttering. It was like something clicked within you. That day, you had hoped that no one had noticed how much he affected you. But, it wasn't like you were really hiding it either. 

"You're staring again," You heard a voice, making you snap your head away from where the Storm Par crew were huddled together. Furiously blinking your eyes, you cleared your throat, looking up to see Lily beside you.

Lily had been the first to really bond with you. Everyone from the 'Tornado Wranglers' was your friend, but you really thought Lily was the one you felt most connected with. She always offered you snacks and gave amazing advice whenever you needed it. She understood you, and you understood her. You considered her your best friend.

"Hmm?" You hummed, pretending as if you didn't know what she was talking about. "Staring?" You laughed out, as if it was ridiculous. 

Lily gave you a look, raising an eyebrow, "You were staring at Storm Par over there." She gestured to the group with her eyes, a slow smirk growing on her lips, "You like one of them or something?"

"What? No!" You laughed, feeling your cheeks become flush as you gleaned to the ground and back up at your friend. "I'm just looking at them, trying to read their lips. See what they're planning."

"Uh-huh, sure," She nodded her head slowly, totally believing you, "You've been staring at them for a while. Did you find out anything?" She tested you, making you huff.

"Fine," You muttered, accepting defeat, "I wasn't gathering intel." You confessed, making Lily hum, amused. She knew. “I must have zoned out, looking in that… Uh, general direction.” You waved your hand dismissively in the air in their direction. 

Crossing her arms, Lily pivoted her weight to one side, "Is it Mr. Clipboard?" She suddenly asked, making you scrunch up your face.

"No! Ew. Not that one-"

"Oh! So you do like one of them!" She grinned, making you huff and roll your eyes. "I knew it!"

"Shush, would you!" You whispered, placing your hand on her arm, becoming a bit panicked. "I don't want him overhearing. I don’t want anyone overhearing. Besides, I don't know why it's such a big deal. I'm not the only one who's been staring at someone over there.” You nodded your head over in Tyler's direction before Lily took your hand into her fingerless gloved one.

Pulling you around the camper van, away from Storm Par, and the rest of your friends - and anyone else that could possibly hear - Lily smiled up at you with such excitement, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. "So..." She trailed off, "Which one is it? Who's captured your heart?"

Huffing once more, you felt your cheeks burn at her playful teasing. You knew that she meant well, and you trusted Lily, you did with your words and life. She was an amazing person, a very sweet person, she would keep a secret. So you told her. You described him to her, and Lily could see how much you really liked this guy, even from just one glance. You had to cut yourself off at some point, realizing that you were talking way too much about a guy you've only just seen, and never spoken to. You didn't even know his name… ‘Love at first sight.’ Lily had thought with a grin. She then wasted no time in peeking out from behind the camper to spot him in the Storm Par group. 

Well, you finally got to speak with him during the second night. All the tornado chasers were in the large dirt parking lot of a motel, bonfires aflame, music playing, people eating, drinking, and having fun. 

You had arrived back at the motel with dinner - pizza - for the crew, and when you weren't really paying attention, you had bumped right into him; he almost dropped his bag of hot Cheetos. And it wasn't on purpose, you swore to Lily, your attention was on the nine pizza boxes in your arms; trying to remember whose box was whose. 

Well, to make a long story short, you apologized, and he apologized, it was awkward and you offered him one of the extra boxes of pizza. From then on, your interactions were few and far between. Until after the EF5 and after he partnered up with Tyler and Kate. Since then, you and Javi had gotten closer and became friends, which then slowly turned into something more. 

It had been a year since the two of you had officially begun dating, and you couldn't have been happier. He was everything you ever dreamed of and more; you loved everything about him... His passion, humor, bravery, his determination, his kindness... Not to mention he was super handsome, you could get lost in those eyes of his, your fingers tangled in his soft, ebony curls… Everything about him was perfect. Every time you woke up next to him, you couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper in love with him.

"Hey, baby," He muttered, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, "How was your day?" He then asked, lifting back up slightly as your hand raised to brush his curls out of his face. 

"Hi," You greeted, your fingers began to trail along his jaw, eyes flickering around the freckles on his face before meeting his eyes once more. "I missed you." You breathed, the pad of your thumb brushing along his cheek.

"I missed you more," He leaned down once more to press yet another kiss upon your lips, before rising again, his smile grew into more of a grin, "But, you're avoiding my question."

Sighing, you glanced away from him briefly before returning your eyes to his, "I don't know, Javi," You began, "You know how much I love chasing. I just feel so... Empty without it." 

Humming thoughtfully, Javi pushed himself up, and off the couch. Taking your hand, he pulled you up into a sitting position. Your hand remaining in his, he bent forward slightly, raising your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles; keeping the intense eye contact - the action causing your cheeks to flush. "I know how much you love chasing,” He began, "But I might have something that can cheer you up." 

"Javi..," You trailed off, "You don’t have to get me anything."

His black curls bounced slightly as he shook his head, "Nah, baby, I saw it and thought you had to have it."

"You're not proposing, right?" You asked slowly, with a raised eyebrow, grinning; though inside, the mere thought of Javi proposing made your heart race, and your skin to tingle. You would love nothing more than to marry Javi someday, but you and Javi wanted to take things slow; to make the most of each second.

He bit his lip, his own cheeks flushing slightly from your question, "No, I'm not proposing, yet." He answered. ‘Yet’, the way he said it, made your chest warm, and your gaze to soften. “You actually might like this better than a ring.” He spoke, before letting go of your hand and leaving the room.

You sat on the couch, your leg shaking with anticipation and excitement. Your mind racing with possible gift ideas. So many ‘maybes’ and ‘what-ifs.’ You bit your lip, your eyes trained on the entrance to the living room, waiting for his return at any moment. Your smile widened at the sight of Javi walking in with a small cardboard box. It was an Amazon box, but it was open; the cardboard box flaps bent open at a slight angle. Carefully, he placed it down on your lap, and sat beside you. 

Looking over at him, you placed your hands on the sides of the box. “You really didn't have to get me anything,” You repeated, “You've already given me so many wonderful things. Not that I don't appreciate the thought you put into things or anything. I love everything you've given me-”

“Baby,” He reached out, placing his hand on your cheek, calming your rant. “Let me spoil you.”

Huffing, you felt yourself smile, admiring him for a moment - thinking about how lucky you were - before you returned your attention to the box. Reaching out, you pulled back the cardboard flaps, peering inside only to gasp. There, looking around confused, was a small kitten. 

Snapping your gaze up to your boyfriend, your mouth slightly agape, he chuckled lightly at your reaction. “Javi, are you serious?” You looked back down at the kitten, not even waiting for his answer as you reached into the box and pulled out the kitten. 

The small kitten let out a small ‘meow’ and yawn that made your heart melt and tears welled up in your eyes from the sheer cuteness that you held in your hands. Bringing the kitten up close to your face, you could’ve died from pure happiness as the kitten nuzzled their face into yours. 

The kitten was a tabby, with multiple shades of brown. She looked up at you, sharing with you with big, green eyes. You sighed deeply, your bottom lip quivering as you sniffled as Javi took the box from your lap as you held your new kitten in your arms. 

‘She’s just too cute.’

Javi watched you, feeling an overwhelming amount of love and adoration for you, as you ran your fingers through the kitten’s fur. She purred against your fingertips, her little paws pawing at you; tiny toe-beans in show. You cooed at her softly, pressing a gentle kiss on top of her head. “I think she needs a name.” He stated, his voice warm with affection.

Without even looking up, and without a second to think, you answered, "Storm Chaser. Stormy for short." You looked up at Javi, before feeling your smile turn into a somewhat worried frown. "Or is that a bit too on the nose?" 

"It's perfect," He reassured you, "Especially for someone who loves chasing so much."

"Thank you," You smiled again, before leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Thank you so much. This was exactly what I needed. Someone to take care of and keep me company." Returning to pay your full attention to your new fur baby, who was playing with a stray strand of string from your sweater, "She won't replace you though, don't worry. You’re stuck with me."

He couldn’t help the chuckle that left him at your words, “And you're stuck with me.” He muttered, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you close to his side as he watched you play with the kitten; named Storm Chaser. He let himself get lost in the moment and just enjoyed the fact that you were happy - truly and genuinely. He knew that you had been feeling rather bored, and lonely, and missed going out and chasing tornados.

He didn't know what to get you at first, but after asking Lily, Tyler, Boone, and the others, he figured it out. He didn't want to wait for a holiday or anniversary to get you a furry friend, so his trip to the pet store was a bit spontaneous. The moment he walked into the pet store and saw that little kitten sleeping in her cage, he knew that you'd love her. Running his fingers through your hair, he pressed a kiss to your temple, seeing the smile on your face… He couldn't have been happier.

~~~

Main Masterlist | Twisters Masterlist

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Kertia

Making five OCs for every clan!

Betzalel Kertia: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Betzalel used to steal…a lot. He wasn’t trying to be a real criminal. He was just very bored and had nothing better to do. If he’s a human shoplifter, then he steals candy bars, nail polish, and toothpaste. He never touches the more important belongings of others and only takes what he deems as trivial. Betzalel is very skillful at being stealthy and he simply enjoys showing it off. Theft is one way for him to reinforce his sense of pride in his abilities. Plus, he gets to add a few new things to his treasure box even though they aren’t practical to him. This ordeal doesn’t last for long though because he gets bored of it. Maybe it’d be interesting to get locked up and wonder what’s in there they have to offer, he thought. So Betzalel turns himself in and provides evidence of himself stealing others’ belongings. Petty crime of this level usually doesn’t warrant jail time, but he also made up stories about how he wants to steal even more and they have to stop him or he’s really going to do it. And he gets what he wants. Turns out being behind bars isn’t interesting either. The tranquility is nice, but that’s that. So Betzalel starts to flirt with the prison guards. Cringy, intense flirting that makes one question if he even has any sense of shame. There aren’t any rules about having to stay silent, so he runs his mouth all day long. He just wont. Stop. Talking. The guards never respond to him though they are perplexed with how he manages to be so annoying. They’ve never met such a talkative prisoner before him, and they all dread the time when it’s their turn to watch him. Some of them even requested to be assigned to other shifts and sections to avoid him entirely. Betzalel tells cheesy jokes, recites tongue-twisters, overshares less appealing details of his own life, asks about the guards’ favorite colors, and suggests that they should get a drink together once he gets out of jail. Soon, he gets released because they find out that he really just stole out of boredom and he didn’t mean it when he said that he’ll keep doing it. To their surprise, Betzalel is back again… except he’s not a prisoner this time. He is now a prison guard, as he applied for the position a few days ago and their jaws all drop in disbelief when he walks in as one of their colleagues. Hello again, fellas. He did it as a joke, but there’s more to it. Apparently, all but one of the prison guards ignored him during his time here as a prisoner. Being a prison guard is rather boring after all, and there was no way Betzalel could escape anyway, so might as well respond to his cheekiness and see where it’d go. The casual back and forths turned into genuine, deep conversations and they felt a spark between them. They officially start dating when Betzalel joins the prison guard team. In a few months, they both quit and join the Central Order instead. Now Betzalel can actually put his stealthiness to a good use. He finds love in jail and gets a fulfilling job… how nice! His partner thinks it’s unbelievable as well, but hey, every good ending counts. The two of them are very affectionate and have one child together.

Hali Kertia: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Gejutel’s generation.

Hali was the mother and predecessor of Ragar. She always looked outside the window with a sad expression on her face. She kept zoning out at times and Ragar wished he could help her but knew there wasn’t much he could do. Hali used to have older twin brothers but lost both of them when they killed each other in an attempt to claim Kartas for themselves. The brothers were over-competitive and jealous in nature. These traits had been evident since they were small children and remained unchanged until the moment of their deaths. They were never really on good terms with each other and always fought over who is stronger, faster, and more qualified to become Clan Leader after their father and predecessor. The twins loved their little sister Hali yet hated each other. Hali loved her brothers equally and seeing them hurt each other tormented her immensely. She always tried to stop them from fighting to no avail. She’d run between them with tears in her eyes as she’s begging them to please get along, and they’d pause and tell her go away because it’s dangerous. Then they’d continue to fight when they see that she’s gone. Hali could only stand by and wait silently until they’re done for the day and she’d tend to their wounds one after another in separate rooms because they’ll start quarreling again otherwise. She tried to get them to see that there are more important things in life than prestige and honor but they’d always answer that it’s not something she can understand. Neither Hali nor her parents were able to get the twins to put an end to their meaningless rivalry. The dreaded inevitable occurred, and Hali became her father’s successor following the death of her brothers. She never expected to become Clan Leader since it simply wasn’t what she wanted for her life, but she worked hard to prepare for the role because it was her duty. Hali was a decent Clan Leader and a good mother to Ragar. She told her son stories about his deceased uncles and sighed as she commented on how if only there had been a way to split a Soul Weapon. Then her beloved brothers wouldn’t have killed each other, she said. Hali caressed Ragar’s cheeks and smiled as she asked if he could figure that out one day. She wasn’t serious because she knew it was impossible, but little did she know that Ragar took her suggestion to heart. He swore to his mother that if he ever has children of his own, he’ll make sure to give an equal chance to all of them. Hali entered eternal sleep when Ragar was ready to succeed her as Clan Leader. She loved her partner and son, but the grief from losing her brothers had thinned out her will to live and she chose to leave the world peacefully after saying goodbyes to her family. Before Hali’s death, her hobby was home decoration. She designed the rooms for her future grandchildren she knew she’d never get to meet yet already feel affection for.

Erytheia Kertia: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Erytheia is completely obsessed with Rael. She doesn’t love him romantically, though. Her feelings are akin to unconditional admiration and loyalty. She doesn’t get in proximity to him and is perfectly fine with watching him from a distance. She’ll just stare at him from afar and he doesn’t even need to know that she exists. Erytheia thinks everything Rael does is absolutely right and justifies all of his behaviors. The brattiness and ill-temper? That’s just him being himself, why should he change. Doesn’t address his brother as Clan Leader in public? Why do the rules even matter, who cares about being proper. Destroyed everything around him because he got rejected? That’s totally Seira’s fault, she doesn’t even realize how lucky she is and deserves to be harassed because of course Rael should get everything he wants… objects and people included. To Erytheia, Rael is perfect. She is proud to be a Kertia because he exists. She has mountains of his portraits and busts in her home and her collection is still growing to this day. Erytheia believes that Rael deserves the best and only the best. For this reason, she hated Razark. He was an eyesore to her because his existence meant that Rael couldn’t be their Clan Leader. She knows that Rael loves his brother, but that doesn’t stop her from wishing for Razark to be gone forever. Erytheia was sad for Rael when they all learned that he had lost his brother, but at the same time she was secretly overjoyed and celebrated Razark’s death because that means Rael is their new Clan Leader. What a timely sacrifice on Razark’s part. Finally, her idol gets to have his happy ending, she thought. He is finally complete, they are finally complete. Despite being twisted in a way, Erytheia makes sure to maintain her image in public and doesn’t reveal her true nature to anyone, not even her close friends. They just think she’s a very loyal clan member and she definitely enjoys this positive attention. Erytheia doesn’t really have any hobbies that stand out because she’s always obsessing over her new Clan Leader. Sure, she did learn how to paint and sculpt just so she can make even more “collectibles” of him. That’s pretty impressive, not gonna lie. She could pursue a career in the arts if she really wants to. Too bad that’s not happening because it’s an exclusive skill dedicated to her one and only role model in the world. Erytheia has a lot of on-and-off lovers and she doesn’t tell them that she only gets together with them because they’re all Rael’s lookalikes. They think she truly loves them because she treats them with so much respect and affection, when in reality she is just doing what she would with the real deal if she were to be this close to him. Erytheia loves her cousin Heidi but thinks of her as traitor and a lost cause because the latter chose to join the Paradiso’s bodyguard team instead of pledging her loyalty to their Kertia Clan Leader. In Erytheia’s eyes, Heidi is wasting her pureblood potential on an outsider.

Dzeve Kertia: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Dzeve has a bit of a temper. He tries his best to not let it get to him but sometimes it comes out anyway. His friends don’t really mind, and he appreciates how patient they are with him. Dzeve makes masks. Many of the masks that his fellow clan members wear are the masterpieces of his designs. He is extremely passionate in this aspect and thinks the Kertia masks are sacred and must be perfect down to every last detail. To him, this piece of apparel carries tremendous symbolical meaning and should be the pride of all Kertia clan members. He sources only the finest fabric in all of Lukedonia to work with because anything else of a lower grade would be an insult to their clan. Dzeve’s concentration and dedication to his craft is unparalleled. When he’s focused on his job, everything else becomes irrelevant. Not even the worst world-ending disasters can distract him. Meteorite strike outside and everyone is screaming and running around frantically? Eh, won’t notice any of that, he’s not leaving his workshop. It’s just white noise. When he’s working, he filters out all stimuli around him and he’d be dead before he even realizes if there ever is a real emergency. The only time Dzeve will stop is when he’s finished with what he’s doing. For this reason, the nobles have learned to leave him alone when he’s ���in the zone”. Dzeve makes custom masks for each and every clan member and never reuses any of his designs. His love for his clan is evident in his craftsmanship and his fellow clan members greatly respect him. Dzeve has three supernatural bat friends who are assistants in his workshop and their names are Parfait, Éclair, and Soufflé.

Myskia Kertia: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Myskia is the partner of Euphranor Blerster. She was the one who suggested that they should move out of Lukedonia for a new life. She didn’t do it for him, though. Euphranor being the fun-loving type was merely a coincidence. The real reason behind Myskia wanting to leave the nobles’ land is that she killed Phachoen Mergas. That’s right. She ambushed and assassinated a high-ranking legislator. Perhaps it was justified on her part, but murder is murder regardless of motivation and if Myskia were to be caught, she would have to face punishment. Phachoen was a relentless believer of extreme justice, and the friends and families of his victims hoped that he’d be gone but there was nothing they could do. Myskia took the matter into her own hands. Her uncle, cousin, sister, and best friend were victims of his unreasonably harsh laws. She waited for centuries before doing the deed and for the whole time, she had been planning and mapping out the perfect assassination to end him for once and all. Myskia’s talent is shadow manipulation. She is self-taught and her gift is evident in her ability to tag the shadows of others. When she marks someone, she can use their shadows to track them at all times even when they’re on the opposite side of Lukedonia. Her senses tell her everything about them from current location to mood and level of wariness. From this, Myskia was able to predict Phachoen’s movements from his habits and plotted his death flawlessly. The execution was excellent and no one can ever trace it back to her. She managed to finally avenge her loved ones and herself, but the rage inside her did not seem to dissipate in the slightest. Myskia tried to move on and adjust to her new life with little success and ultimately came to the conclusion that Lukedonia isn’t her home anymore. She loved Lukedonia, but it was a constant reminder of her pain and the only way to stop that was by leaving. Several decades after Phachoen’s assassination, Myskia finished saying her silent goodbyes to her home and suggested their new life to her beloved Euphranor and they embarked on their journey as travelers. Currently, Myskia lives somewhere in the United States and works as a detective. She and her lovely wedding photographer husband have two children together. The happy family owns a truck and they’re very fond of living amongst humans. Myskia doesn’t want to visit Lukedonia ever again and tells Euphranor that they should just stay in the United States with their kids. Euphranor assumes that his wife just likes it very much here and doesn’t think too much about what else there may be behind her reluctance. To this day, he is oblivious to the fact that she is the murderer of Phachoen. Myskia is determined to take this secret to the grave. In Myskia’s free time, her hobby is online shopping. She keeps buying the cheap knockoff version of goods because she thinks they’re fun to collect. That’s only for herself, though, because she only buys the best for her husband and children. And you can bet she won’t ever pay unless there’s free shipping.

Thank you for reading! Landegre is next!

[samael-your-guardian-angel]

'm fine

thank you for the plants and watering can i really like 'em

Hey, um, Asmodeus. You mentioned that you missed your workshop, and we kinda thought, well, here.

*Eric shoves a large tote bag toward Mo and Sam. There is a large bow on it, that was most likely stolen from a display car*

Oh! For me, too? Eric, you really shouldn't have!

*He's beaming, though.*

[josh0555]

This is the Happy Ka Dito Theme or also known as "Sama-Sama sa Ligaya" which was sung by Filipino singer, songwriter, rapper, dancer, television host, actor and comedian Ogie Alcasid featuring Filipino radio and television presenter and rapper Mo Twister. The theme was also produced by Filipino singer, songwriter, dancer, record producer, DJ, conductor, television host, actor, comedian and businessman Willie Revillame who serves as the backing vocals of the theme. The Happy Ka Dito Theme was used for the 2015 Station ID of TV5. Starting in May 5, 2015, The theme “Sama-Sama sa Ligaya” can be heard on Radyo5 and various radio stations nationwide to bring happiness and more fun. But somehow, The theme was also performed in the first episode of Wowowillie after the theme song of Wowowillie was performed. But somehow, An instrumental version was heard during teasers or promos of the next generation of TV5.

[cowboybeepboop]

Take me higher

A/n: I got a request for something between reader, Tyler and javi but I just don’t write threesomes so this is like a “choose your own adventure” type thing if that makes any sense at all. I really don’t know what I'm doing. I just thought this would be an interesting way to work this request while staying in my comfort zone. If you’ve seen the other one just ignore my ramble 😭

Pairing: Javi Rivera x fem! reader x Tyler Owens

Warnings: 🚫 NOT A THREESOME 🚫 and a little bit of awkward fighting

You and Tyler Owens are the top tornado chasers in the country, each with a reputation that precedes them. You’re known for your methodical, data-driven approach, while Tyler is famous for his daring, instinctual chases. Your rivalry is legendary—every storm season, you find yourselves competing to capture the most intense footage and data, often ending up in the same storm, glaring at each other from across the swirling chaos.

Despite your professional rivalry, there’s an undeniable spark between you. Your banter is sharp and filled with double meanings, your competition fueled as much by mutual respect as it is by the desire to outdo each other. Friends and fellow chasers joke that the tension between the pair of you could power a storm all on its own.

Your team pulls into the motel that Tyler and his team are also staying at. You hop out of the passenger seat stretching as you leave the truck. Tyler, leaning against the side of his truck, notices you stretching from across the parking lot. His eyes roam over your form with more than a hint of appreciation, before he pushes himself off the vehicle and saunters over to you.

"Look who it is," he drawls, his voice laced with a familiar smirk. "You just can't stay away, can you?" Crossing your arms over your chest you give him a playful glare.

“And how am I supposed to stay away when this is the only motel in the area?” You walk past him brushing his arm with your shoulder. Tyler falls into step beside you as you make your way towards the motel entrance. He glances down at the spot where your shoulder brushed against his arm, his gaze a little darker than usual.

"Oh, so you're just here for convenience, huh?" He teases, his smirk never leaving his face. "Here I was thinking you just couldn't resist the opportunity to see me again."

”What would make you think that cowboy?” Your lips curve into a smile as you turn on your heel, looking up at him sweetly. Tyler chuckles, his arms crossing over his chest as he grins down at you. His eyes roam over your face, slowly taking in every feature.

"You know I could list countless reasons, darlin'," he drawls, his voice dripping with a southern twang. "But they'd all just boil down to one simple truth – you can't resist my charm."

”Charm?” You giggle, “I wouldn’t call you charming.” You turn once again, getting the key to your room from the front desk.

”No? Then what would you call me?” Tyler's smirk only grows wider as you turn away, his gaze locked on you as you retrieve the keys. He follows you to your room, his broad shoulders filling the hallway, making it feel far more crowded than it truly was.

"Coz let me tell you, sweetheart" he murmurs, stepping so close that his chest is nearly pressed against your back "Charm seems like the right word to me." Unlocking your door you swing it open, standing in the doorway.

”I’m thinking something more along the lines of arrogant,” your voice laced with amusement. “Yes, arrogance is the perfect way to describe you,” your playful smile widens.

Tyler laughs, his hand braced against the door frame as he leans into the door to loom over you. “Arrogant, huh?” He echoes, raising an eyebrow. “I like to think of it as confidence. I know what I’m about.”

He reaches out, his fingers trailing a path down your arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “Besides, darlin’, you've never had a problem with my arrogance before. Seems more like you're trying to rile me up...”

You look up at him, your eyes landing on his lips. “Why would I want that?” You put a hand on his chest. Leaning toward him you stand on your tippy toes, “What would I get out of trying to rile you up, cowboy?” You murmur against his ear.

A shiver runs down Tyler's spine as your breath fans over his skin. His heart rate increases, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his cool facade, but the heat in his eyes gives him away.

"I can think of a few things, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice thick with barely concealed lust. He grips your hip, pulling you closer, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Yeah?” You run a finger over his jaw, “So are you gonna keep playing games or will you come inside and do something about it?” Your eyes darkened by desire as you look up at him. Tyler's self-control snaps with your words.

With a low growl, he pushes you back into the room, closing the door behind him with a slam. He pins you against the door, trapping you between the hard wood and his hard body.

He towers over you, his hands planted on either side of your head, caging you in. His gaze rakes over you, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and barely suppressed need.

"You're playing a dangerous game here, darlin'," he warns, his voice rough. "But I never back down from a challenge." Your arms wrap around his arms pulling his face close to yours you hover your lips over his.

”Are you sure about that, Owens?” Tyler's eyes lock onto your lips, his breath hitching at the closeness.

"Absolutely sure," he murmurs, his breath fanning over your skin. "And don't call me 'Owens' in that voice. It drives me crazy, damn it." he murmurs before crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss is fierce and possessive, his tongue demanding entrance as his hands snake around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. Your arms pull him closer as you let his tongue in your mouth.

He breaks the kiss to gasp for breath, his forehead resting against yours. "You really enjoy pushing me, don't you?" He pants, his chest heaving.

”Of course I do, Owens.” You smirk, he growls lowly, his eyes narrowing at the use of his last name.

"You're walking a thin line, sweetheart." he warns as his hands slide lower down your waist, his fingers gripping your hips almost to the point of pain. "Keep it up and I'll have to put you in your place." His lips brush against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

”Is that so?” You push his chest away from you, moving past him and hopping onto the bed. “I’d like to see you try,” your smirk grows as you slip your shirt off, tossing it to the side of the room.

Tyler's eyes widen at the sight, drinking in every bit of flesh revealed with hungry eyes. His jaw clenches as his fists clench, resisting the primal urge to pounce on you right then and there.

With a low, frustrated groan, he takes a step forward. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" he mutters, his gaze glued to your body.

He stops at the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over your form, his breathing ragged. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart. I hope you're prepared for the burn." You pull him to you by the loops of his jeans, your hands sliding up his shirt.

Tyler lets you pull him closer, a low groan escaping his lips as your hands make contact with his skin. The touch of your fingers against his bare flesh sends shivers down his spine.

"You're going to be the death of me," he gasps out, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to maintain control.

But the sight of you, half-naked in front of him, threatens to break his restraint. Lifting up the fabric of his worn shirt, you motion for him to pull it off as your lips trail kisses over his abs.

Tyler obeys your order without hesitation, quickly pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it aside. He looks down at you as you kiss his abs, his breathing becoming more ragged with each touch of your lips against his skin.

His hands tangle in your hair, holding your head against his stomach, silently encouraging you to continue. A loud knock interrupts you, “Hey Y/N are you in there?” Javi’s voice rings through the air.

“Yeah, just a moment,” you respond, shoving Tyler toward the closet. “Hide, don’t make a sound.” You warn, your voice a quiet demand. Tyler's eyes widen in surprise, but he obeys your command without question. He slips into the closet and shuts the door softly behind him, just enough for him to peek out.

He watches you through a crack in the closet door as you respond to your friend, a mix of annoyance and amusement playing across his face. You open the door completely forgetting about your missing shirt.

Javi glances towards the closet, only to see... nothing, his eyes widen slightly as he smiles a grin, "Aha! You got a man over don't you." He chuckles, leaning against the doorway.

He gives you a nod, "He's in there right?" Javi continues, his tone turning to a more questioning one. He eyes the door that was in front of the closet before turning his head towards you. His face now is a mix of both confusion and amusement.

”No,” you laugh stiffly blocking him from moving toward the closet door. Javi takes one last glance at the door before turning his attention back to you, giving you a teasing smile.

"Alright, alright, I believe you." His eyes dart back to your exposed chest for a brief moment. You cross your arms over your chest as he takes a step toward you.

Javi notices you become a bit more defensive, a smile plays on his lips, "What's the matter? Aren't we good friends?" He leans in, his tone turning seductive as he eyes you with a small smirk on his lips.

”We are,” you draw out as he steps closer to you.

Javi continues to step closer to you, his smirk becoming more apparent the closer he gets, “Then what’s wrong?” He begins to lean down slightly, almost as if he’s planning to steal a kiss from you.

A flush creeps up your neck as Javi brushes a stray hair out of your eyes.Javi leans in, his smile still prominent as his hands reach around your waist, his lips gently pressing against yours, but only for a split second. His eyes gaze back into yours before he pulls away.

Your eyes widen as he pulls away, your breath hitching as you hear Tyler clear his throat, stepping out of the closet. He steps into the room and makes eye contact with Javi, raising an eyebrow as he eyes you both.

“What the hell are you doing, Javi?” Tyler's voice is filled with rage as he balls his fist.

Javi raises an eyebrow, a grin appearing on his lips, "What? Is my girl not allowed to get kisses from me?" Javi crosses his arms, looking from you to Tyler as if he's daring him to continue.

"Your girl?" Tyler crosses the room, getting right up to Javi as he looks him in the eyes, "Since when did you own my girl?" You step between the two of them.

“Okay boys, let's be civil,” you glance between them sighing as you try to think of what to do next.

"Civil?" Tyler’s face scowls as he looks back at you, "He kisses you and you're asking for civil?" His eyes look at you intently as he puts his fists on his waist.

Javi crosses his arms, glaring at Tyler. "Alright, listen," he holds up a finger, "One, she's not yours, get that in your head," his eyes now only focus on Tyler, his brows furrowed, "Two, you're lucky it was just a kiss and not something a lot more"

Tyler's now right next to you, looking at Javi with a look of pure anger in his eyes, "You have some nerve," he continues to clench his fist as his temper rises, "Thinking you can kiss my girl then threaten me, your lucky I don't beat your ass."

Javi grins, a hint of madness in his eyes. He looks Tyler in the eyes, "What are you gonna do about it?" His eyebrows furrow, "Cause I sure as hell have no problem taking a swing at you."

”Boys, seriously stop it,” you say sternly.

a/n: here’s Tyler’s version idk

“Tyler, why don’t you go?” You shove his shirt into his chest as you sigh, “We can just talk in the morning okay?”

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He stares you down, almost wanting to start something with you, "Don't worry, I'll go"

”Tyler.. I’m sorry,” he rolls his eyes walking out of the door slamming it shut. You exhale deeply and turn back to Javi, who looks pleased with himself. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, and lets out a chuckle.

"Looks like you've got yourself a little admirer," Javi says, a smirk on his face. You look at him, feeling irritated and flustered.

"What the hell was that all about?" You ask, your voice laced with irritation. The kiss was still on your mind as you cross your arms over your breasts once again. Javi simply shrugs, looking at the door that Tyler had just walked out of.

”Javi, what the fuck?” Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him confused. Javi's smirk widens and he shrugs again, walking over to you slowly.

"What, I can't kiss my best friend?" He says, stopping in front of you. He looks down at you, his tone now teasing. "Don't act like you didn't like it." He reaches over, brushing his hand over your exposed shoulder.

”You’ve never kissed me before..” you shiver as his hand caresses your skin gently. “So why now?” Javi leans down, his breath against your skin as he runs his fingers over your collarbone.

He smirks, and pulls you closer, his other hand finding your hip as he brings you against his chest. "Maybe I just wanted a taste," he whispers, his voice low in your ear.

He gently pushes you up against the wall, his body pressed against yours, trapping you between him and the wall. “Javi..” you mumble his name, “Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

He brings his hand up, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Like what?” He asks in a low voice. He moves his face closer to yours, his breath against your skin, "like I'm not tired of watching you look at other guys... like I don't want you all to myself?"

He leans in, his lips just brushing against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your lips part, letting out a strained gasp at the feeling of his soft lips against you.

“Mm, and how long have you been feeling like that?” Your arms wrap around his torso. His lips continue to graze over your skin, gently kissing down your neck to your collarbone.

“Too long,” he murmurs into your skin. His hands move down to your hips, pulling you even closer, pressing your body against his. “I’ve sat by for months watching you give other guys attention, and it’s starting to piss me off.”

He bites down on your neck, leaving a small mark. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his touch, your body reacting to his every movement. “It didn’t help that I chose to bring Owens in here, did it?” You murmur, knowing that your charade finally caught his attention.

Javi growls and his grip on your hips tightens at the mention of Owen. He lifts his head, looking at your face intently.

“Yeah, that didn’t help.” He responds, his tone cold. He moves one of his hands to your chin, tilting your face towards him, the other still firmly on your hip. He looks into your eyes, a mixture of anger and lust.

“But it sure did bring out my possessive side.” He says, his eyes darkening. Your hand slides up his shirt, your fingers running over every muscle in his back.

“Good,” you lean forward, kissing his jaw. “That's exactly what I was hoping for,” you whisper into his ear. A shiver runs through Javi at the feeling of your lips on his jaw, his grip on your hips tightening even more.

“You did all that just to get a rise out of me?” He asks, a hint of anger in his voice, but it’s overshadowed by the low growl that escapes his throat. He pushes you further into the wall, his body now fully pressed against yours, his hands moving down to your thighs.

”I had to do something to get you to make a move…” you murmur against his neck as you press kisses into his skin. Javi's breathing becomes ragged as you kiss his neck.

He grips your thighs, lifting you up with ease and pinning you to the wall. He presses his body against you, making sure you can feel every contour of his body pressed against yours.

“You could have just asked,” he growls into your ear, biting at your earlobe. Your hands move up to his shoulders as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Well, where’s the fun in that.” You say with amusement in your voice. Javi grunts, the feel of your legs around his waist sending shivers down his spine.

“You’re such a tease,” he mutters, his lips traveling down your neck to your collarbone. He nips at your skin, leaving a trail of small bite marks in their wake. He slowly rocks his hips against you, letting you feel how much effect you’re having on him.

Moans fall from your lips as your head falls back in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so hard.” Javi’s low chuckle sends a wave of desire through you as he rolls his hips against you again.

“You feel that?” He asks, his voice rough. He leans in, his lips next to your ear, “That’s all because of you.” He presses you even harder against the wall, his grip on your hips tightening.

You can feel how much he wants you, the desire written all over his face. His lips find your neck again, but this time he sucks on your skin, leaving a trail of marks down your collarbone.

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, your hips moving down on his. Javi’s hips continue to grind against yours, his movements becoming more frantic as his breathing turns into harsh pants. You can feel the heat and need building between your legs, your own arousal reaching a crescendo.

Suddenly, Javi's body stiffens and he lets out a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening as he reaches his climax. His release coats your thighs, his body shaking slightly as he gasps for air. For a moment, he holds you there, his forehead resting against your neck, his breathing ragged in your ear.

Then, he pulls back, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looks at you, your eyes still glazed with desire. You, however, are left feeling more frustrated than ever. Despite his climax, your own body cries out for relief, your need for release unfulfilled.

Javi's smug smile turns into one of pure hunger as he throws you to the bed with ease, he takes in the sight of you sprawled out on the bed, your bare skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Without wasting a moment, he tugs at your jeans, pulling them down along with your panties in one swift motion.

He gently unhooks your bra, freeing your breasts to bounce against the mattress. His eyes darken as he licks his lips, and you feel a rush of excitement at the knowledge of what's to come. He positions himself between your legs, his hands pushing your thighs apart as he lowers his head to your exposed center.

He starts by kissing the insides of your thighs, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin, making you squirm with anticipation. When his tongue finally reaches your clit, you let out a gasp as the pleasure hits you like a bolt of lightning. He circles it with the tip of his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild.

Your hips buck upward, seeking more of his touch as he delves deeper, lapping at your folds with a fervor that leaves you trembling. His hands hold you in place, his strong grip on your thighs keeping you open for his exploration.

His mouth works its magic, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, until you're begging for release. And when it finally crashes over you, he doesn't stop, savoring every spasm, every drop of your pleasure as your body arches off the bed in ecstasy.

Javi’s kisses traveled from your neck to your chest, peppering your collarbone and the swell of your breast’s with feather-light touches that sent electric shocks through your body. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, making you gasp and arch into his touch.

His hands roamed over your bare form, caressing every curve and valley with a possessive urgency that made it clear he wasn’t going to be denied. You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, a silent reminder of his own need, but he focused solely on you, his thumbs brushing over your now sensitive clit as he kissed and nibbled his way down your torso.

His mouth found your navel, his tongue dipping into the small indentation before moving lower, tracing the line of your hipbone and the crease of your thigh. You moaned and writhed beneath him, your body begging for more, as his fingers continued to dance over your clit, the pressure building steadily.

He was taking his sweet time, savoring every moment of your pleasure, and the knowledge that you’d orchestrated this situation only added to his own enjoyment. His eyes met yours, filled with a mix of amusement and desire, as he whispered, “You’re going to pay for all this, teasin’ darlin’.”

And with that, he lowered his head to kiss and lick the insides of your thighs, his hands pushing them further apart to expose you fully to his gaze. His tongue swiped over your folds, tasting you, teasing you, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter under his ministrations.

The room was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans and his hungry groans, the air thick with the scent of your arousal. And as he finally took your clit into his mouth, suckling and flicking it with his tongue, you knew that this was going to be a night to remember.

Javi's tongue and fingers work in perfect harmony, bringing you to the brink of another orgasm. Your hips rock against his mouth, your moans echoing in the small motel room. As you reach your peak, he slows his pace, making the moment last until you're practically begging for release.

With one final flick of his tongue, you shatter, your body convulsing in pleasure. He smirks as he pulls away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watches you try to catch your breath. You sit up, your own desire now focused on him. You take his erection in your hand, your grip firm and sure as you stroke him.

His eyes roll back in his head, his breath hitching as you take control. You lean in, pulling the hem of his shirt up, pressing kisses to his chest and stomach as you continue to pump him, watching his reaction to every movement. His muscles tense, his breathing becomes erratic, and you know he's close.

With a few more strokes, he cums with a groan, his warmth spilling over your hand. The tension in the room shifts, the air now thick with a sense of victory and the scent of sex. You lean back, a smug smile playing on your lips as you wipe your hand on the bedspread.

Javi climbs on top of you, his muscular frame hovering over you as he captures your lips in a gentle, claiming kiss. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into his embrace as he rolls over, settling you onto your side.

He tucks you into the crook of his arm, your bodies pressed tightly together. His hand finds its way to your hip, his possessive grip securing you against him as he whispers, "You're mine." His voice is a soft rumble, filled with a tenderness that surprises you, given the intensity of the moment.

As you melt into the warmth of his hold, the exhaustion of the day's chase and the passionate encounter finally catch up to you. Your eyes drift closed, and you allow yourself to be lulled into sleep by the steady beat of his heart and the comfort of his strong arms holding you tight.

The last thing you feel before drifting off is the gentle kiss he presses to your forehead, a promise of more to come once the storm outside matches the one inside you both.

[theangel-aziraphale]

// Before I go to bed I’ve got sketches galore based on ideas of stuff I wanna finish

under the Read more cause they’re all very wip-y right now

Starting off!

This one was the first I started!! It’s hopefully gonna be a painting of Mo, I’ve slowly worked away at it but Moving House has meant I have no time to draw AND rp AND move furniture 😔 I’ve gotta choose 2 of 3 (a bit like how god cant be all loving and all powerful and all knowing. —- ignore my blasphemy)

Sam and Mo Hug cause it. made me unwell i had to draw it!!!!!

Muriel sleeping in the corner of the bookshop <3 <3 <3 ToT

Muriel and Eric hug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They both need a break I’m ngl

Also like. Muriel has an infinite number of friends now thanks to Eric!!!! What Luck!

I have no clue How Crowley and Mo actually looked in the Twister Game but I will do it properly 😆

May draw the aziracrow kiss… maybe…… we shall see.

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

Know Me

I think you can get to know a person pretty well when you know what their preferred media to consume is. And I guess in an effort to let a couple people here know me better, I have made an unordered, inexhaustive list of movies, TV shows, and books that I really liked. I know I've left some off, especially the books list. There are a lot of books and movies I've enjoyed but these are ones I'd repeat, some over and over and over without ever getting tired of them. I didn't include any music or visual art here, because that's too hard to list and it's too mood dependent. Maybe I'll make a musical artist list some other time. Anyway here you go.

Movies

Ghostbusters; Ferris Bueller's Day Off; Return To Me; Field of Dreams; My Big Fat Greek Wedding; The Crow; The Breakfast Club; Coco; Twister; About Time; Everything Everywhere All At Once; The Shape of Water; Coming To America; Casablanca; Forrest Gump; Young Frankenstein; Stand By Me; Up!; Dogma; Jaws; The Goonies; Groundhog Day; The Royal Tenenbaums; Moana; O Brother Where Art Thou; Inglorious Basterds; When Harry Met Sally; Bull Durham; Four Weddings and a Funeral; Moonrise Kingdom; Almost Famous; Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon; Clueless; Encanto; Remember the Titans; Splash; Spotlight; Blazing Saddles; Knives Out; Glass Onion; Soul; Sixteen Candles; Unbreakable; Slingblade; The Blues Brothers; The Great Outdoors; Ghostbusters Afterlife; It's a Wonderful Life; Juno; Mr. Holland's Opus; Fargo; Fried Green Tomatoes; The Burbs; Booksmart; Scott Pilgrim vs the World; Lady and the Tramp; Yesterday; Wristcutters a love story; Timer; A Few Good Men; Rain Man; Good Will Hunting; Hoosiers; Moonstruck; Dazed and Confused; Amelie; West Side Story; Hairspray;

TV Shows

Scrubs; Sesame Street; Derry Girls; Psych; The Bear; Crazy Ex Girlfriend; Letterkenny; Jane the Virgin; Schitt's Creek; King of the Hill; Barney Miller; Phineas and Ferb; A Different World; Northern Exposure; The Great British Bake Off; What We Do in the Shadows; Bob's Burgers; Only Murders in the Building; That 70s Show; Scooby Doo (the original TV series and star movies from the 70s); All in the Family; MASH; The Muppet Show; Seinfeld; Ted Lasso; Never Have I Ever; Brooklyn 99; The Get Down; Daria; ghosts; Columbo; normal people; Alice and Jack; Hilda; Southside

Books

A.A. Milne's Winnie the Pooh series; Charlotte's Web; Ferris; To Kill a Mockingbird; Horton Hears a Who; Horton Hatches the Egg; Little Tree; Prickly Jenny; A Friend For Henry; Sing Unburied Sing; Knuffle Bunny series by Mo Willems; The Boy the Horse the Fox and the Mole; Counting By 7s; Turtles All the Way Down; The Lightness of Hands; Everything Everything; The Things They Carried; Hocus Pocus; The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store; Just Kids; A Long Way Down; Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine; Let the Great World Spin; The Poisonwood Bible; Little Altars Everywhere; The Double Bind; When Breath Becomes air; Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow; You Don't Have to Say You Love Me; The Bean Trees; Imagine Wanting Only This; The Joy Luck Club; The Martian; The Art of Racing in the Rain; East of Eden; Song of Solomon; The Color Purple; The House on Mango Street; The Wind Knows My Name; In Five Years; Tuesdays with morrie; Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close; And Then There Were None; Sharp Objects; Homegoing; The Perks of Being a Wallflower; Under the Whispering Door; Maybe Next Time; Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing; How To Be Good; The Friend; Heaven: Dinosaurs; Redhead by the Side of the Road; Julie and Julia; Attachments; My Grandmother Said to Tell You She's Sorry; I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings; Lily and the Octopus; The History of Love; Take Me With You When You Go; Big Trouble; The Alchemist; Dear Fahrenheit 451; I'm Not a Mourning Person; The Outsiders; All About Love; Georgie All Along; Postcards From the Edge; Breakfast at Tiffany's; The Secret Life of Bees; Nothing to See Here; The Book of Two Ways; Cat's Cradle; Wonder; The Giver series; The Squish;

[jopetkasi]

i think i was body shamed today? 

the handsome couple at the next table thought i did not hear their convo on account i was using earplugs but i was done listening doon sa podcast ni Mo Twister 

“ang taba nya no?”  the boyfriend snickers. 

“dalawa pang champ yung kinakain”  - hushed laughter follows. 

hinayaan ko nalang. truth hurts. 

pero at least mayaman ako. 

[samael-your-guardian-angel]

What makes you think, there's a possibility for you to "be the flower girl at Momo's and Crowley's wedding"?

Crowley's quite infatuated with his own angelic version of your Momo. As is your demon with you.

Momo's not infatuated with me- we're friends, he tolerates me more like, you should hear him go on-

And I was being hyperbolic. I meant he's gonna like demon-me better, them being on the same side and all. They played Twister! Mo wouldn't talk to me for a year if I suggested that!