#smoke and thunder

[opelman]

"Smoke and Thunder" Jet Car and "Ace Maker" T-33 by David G. Schultz Via Flickr: Bill Braack Jet Car Driver Gregory "Wired" Colyer T-33 Pilot

[thedarknesssings]

Misery Loves Company

Characters:  Smoke @thedarknesssings​ ; with Red and special guest star, Semex, who both belong to @thorstyr​ (written with their player’s permission). Content Warning: Torture, blood, rotting, kidnapping/imprisonment, cursing, death, murder, needles. 

A groan scraped out of Smoke’s throat upon waking.  His eyes cracked open and the throb behind them was eager to make itself known.  What the fuck had just happened?  His hands came up, bare palms pressed to his face in hope the groggy feeling might be easily rubbed away.  No such luck he found.  The memory of the jab of a needle came back and one hand dropped to feel the tender spot on his neck.  

Right.  “That fucker.”  He ground the words out and swung his feet over to the metal floor.  He didn’t care his reinforced boots clunked loudly.  The sound was still quiet compared to what he was about to be in a moment.  Soon as he stood up.  Soon as the world slowed that spin.

“Hey!” Smoke lurched to his feet, hands grabbing onto the bars of his cell. His voice raised even louder as he continued, “You piece of shit! I’m the worst idea you’ve ever had. Better let me out of here!”

A soft laugh from nearby that dissolved into coughing drew his attention. Smoke narrowed his eyes as he studied the body strapped to a lab table. He didn’t recognize him, even when his head looked to the side and their eyes met.

“Like that one,” The man said. “Worst idea. Gonna use that.”

A faint grin tugged at the edges of Smoke’s lips and he leaned against the bars, arms dangling through them.  “Yeah? Welcome to it.” Smoke paused a moment and cocked his head to the side. “Come here often?”

Another spatter of raspy laughter and ragged coughing. “Betcha we both wish we hadn’t.” The man’s voice was nearly breathless. He groaned loudly, body contorting in his binds and face crushed into a grimace. “Fu-uck.”

Smoke’s smile vanished. One arm slid back and he tripped the bars hard. “What the fuck did he do to you?” There was no question in his mind that Doctor fuck was behind whatever was going on with the man.

“Don’t know.”  The man stopped and panted out a few strained breaths. “Injected me with somethin’”

That answer made Smoke’s eyes widen. His hand clasped his neck where the needle injected him earlier.  Could have been just a tranquilizer, but fuck if he knew.  This wasn’t good.  

“I’m going to find us a way out of here.”  Smoke promised.  He took a step back from the bars, gaze roaming his cell for signs of anything he could exploit.  “Get you to a healer or something, alright?” Sight alone provided nothing useful and he slapped his palms to the metal walls, searching the panels for signs of weakness.  There had to be something.  “Just hang in there.”

The groans from the table grew in intensity.  The man’s body writhing within his bonds strained and curled in as far as he could on himself.  The string of curses grew incoherent by the time the man fell quiet again.  Exhaustion, perhaps.  Smoke could only guess what the fuck was happening to him but he sure didn’t like it.

The click of the outer door opening halted Smoke in his search.  He plunked himself back down on the bench to watch out the bars.  The doctor came in, talking to the woman assistant.  Smoke propped a foot up on the bench and pretended like he was dozing against the wall.  Fuck, this cell was uncomfortable.  One night in here and he might end up begging the doctor for more tranqs so he could sleep.

The scream from the table pulled Smoke’s attention, his eyes widening.  He couldn’t quite see what was happening, but the further sounds of pain told him plenty.  The doctor’s voice was on the quieter side, but from what Smoke could tell, he was dictating his findings to the woman who jotted down notes in a book.  

He bit into his lower lip and forced himself to close his eyes.  The doctor never spoke a single word toward him and left soon as he was done with the man on the table.  Smoke exhaled a sigh of relief when the doors closed, marking them in here alone once more.  He was back on his feet, gripping the bars in a flash.  

“Hey, buddy,” Smoke called. “You still with me?”

A groan that sounded vaguely like an affirmative came back as his reply.  Smoke nodded and rubbed his face with a hand.  

“Good, good.  What’s your name anyways?  Mine’s Smoke.”

“Red.”

“Looks like our parents went to the same How to Name Your Kid class.”  Smoke was trying for something light.  His eyes narrowed on the body on the table.  The faint rise and sudden falls of Red’s chest was unsettling.  He didn’t look like he had much longer.

“Kid–”  Red paused and rolled his head to the side.  “Smoke.  Do me a favour, will ya?” 

“Yeah, sure.  Name it.”  

“Tell him,”  Red stumbled over the words, the sounds slurring together. “It's not his fault.”

Smoke’s eyebrows dipped together and he shook his head.  “Tell who?”

“Thor.” Red had to stop again.  

His body convulsed and Smoke winced at the sight of fluid foaming from Red’s lips, grey and rotting by the faint smell of it coming his way.  That name came like a kick to his gut.  Like hell he was telling that piece of shit a damn thing.  

“Yeah, I can do that.”  Smoke banged his head into the bars.  Why was he promising a dying man anything?

“And tell him–”  Red began.  His eyes stared at a point in the center of the room.  A smile blossomed over his face, the slow upturn of his lips followed by a light in his dimmed eyes that Smoke could only call pure delight.  

“Yeah?”

“Tell him I wasn’t alone at the end.  They’re waitin’ for me.”  

“Who is?”  Smoke’s head turned, gaze sweeping the otherwise empty laboratory.  As far as he could tell, they were the only ones in here.

“Tallulah. Colton.”  

The coughing fit that overtook Red’s body swallowed part of the final name he uttered.  His  shallow breaths rasped over blackened lips.  The spurts of blood and spittle he exhaled soon stained his lips, chin and throat.  Smoke watched while the man succumbed to whatever the Doctor had injected into him.  The rise and fall of his chest stuttered to a stop over the next hour or so at his best guess.  Smoke had no way to tell how much time had passed. He slunk away from the bars, resigning himself to his discomfort on the rusty cell bench.

“Enjoy the sunset, Red.”

[aces-and-kings]

Trust Me, I'm a Doctor...

The museum's halls had an unusual scent to them. There was a stagnance in the air on account of how many days her doors had remained closed to the public. It'd been the perfect place to meet the hand that would get dirty in his stead. Or so he'd thought. Semex decided at first sight that the duskwight who'd shown to tie up his lose ends was far too inferior to be successful in doing so. He'd quickly suggested a relocation under the guise of showing Smoke first hand where he might find Thor, the intended target. As they walked and talked it occurred to the not-so good doctor that he couldn't very well let the stranger leave now. Allowing him to attempt the job would result in failure, and cancelling the job might have equally undesirable consequences. The only viable solution was to utilize the man as a subject.

He then took Smoke to The Hourglass, feigning social etiquette and interest in seeing the job being done right. When all attempts at drugging the man had failed through hospitable means the Doc had had little choice but to force the sedative with an injection as the assassin tried to depart.

Smoke had hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, and after his assistant, Vyctoria, had locked up the shop, she stripped the man of all of his possessions and saw him to a cell in the laboratory. Semex would have to find another means of dealing with Thor, but brainstorming that dilemma was set aside as he first went to the city-guards to inform them of a suspicious garlean in the Museum's company. He'd almost let Grey slip past his attention, but Ishgard's finest were nothing if not willing to thoroughly inspect each and every outsider. Returning back to his laboratory, the doc curiously observed his newest test subject. From the operating table across the room, Red scowled, golden hues narrowing with murderous intent. "Lone ain't gonna let ya live after this. You know that right?", the outlaw asked the back of the doc's head. "You turn us loose and get gone. Maybe you a chance." There was no reply. Semex turned and left the room without another word. Behind him Red raged like a chocobo bound in the corral, anxious for the impending brand. "Twelve damn you, Doc! You hear me!? Twelve damn you!!" His exertion resulted in a coughing fit that spat blood across himself and the floor alike. Not that it bothered the doc in the slightest. That's what the tile was for after all.

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon zero dawn (remastered) | thunder's drum

[wishingly-mesh]

I’m taking a break on doodle requests (I’m working on something silly for myself :)) so habe a really really messy symas doodle of them with Kau Chim Sticks :D

(I used to play with these a lot as a kid (not properly, I liked how it sounded when I shook it HSHSHAH) , My family only ever really fished em out for Chinese new year but I liked them a lot. thought it’d be fun to draw Tomas and Syzoth pulling one)

[thekingofsmoke]

( @kidd-thundr )

Tomas, I didn't know you were a king.

To an extent, my dear friend.

[richincolor]

We have five books on our radar this week, and there's something for just about everyone here. Which ones are you adding to your TBR list?

Against the Darkness (In Every Generation #3) by Kandare Blake Disney Hyperion

This epic finale to the The Next Generation trilogy by New York Times bestselling author Kendare Blake ( Three Dark Crowns ) features the next generation of Scoobies and Slayers who must defeat a powerful new evil. For generations, the Slayer was supposed to be the chosen, the one girl in all the world with the power to stand against the vampires, demons, and forces of darkness. When Willow used the scythe to call up all the potential slayers at once, it changed everything. For years, the slayers have been working and fighting together as a team. Then the Darkness came, killing many slayers and trapping the rest in an alternate dimension. And Frankie Rosenberg, the world’s first Slayer-Witch, found herself fighting evil alone. Sort of. Sure, she has her new Scooby Gang, plus the help of her mom, Willow; Watcher, Spike; and even the brooding-but-hot Hunter of Thrace. But even though they have a master plan (obviously), the gang is more fragmented than ever. So maybe it really is up to Frankie—and Frankie alone—to stand against the darkness. With Jake’s wild werewolf brother back in town, Dark Willow threatening to return, and the Darkness preparing for the final stage of their attack, now is not a great time to wallow in teen angst. After all, she’s the Slayer. It’s time to slay.

And Then There Was Us by Kern Carter Tundra Books

A mother's death forces a teen girl to reevaluate their tumultuous relationship in this powerful coming-of-age novel for teens. For fans of I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter. Coi is just eighteen years old, but has already survived years of physical and verbal abuse from her mother. After being kicked out of her mother's house at age fourteen, Coi has lived with her father, and together they've created a peaceful life. That peace ends suddenly when her mother dies. While Coi struggles to find kindness in her heart for the woman who only hurt her, she starts having lucid dreams, forcing her to relive moments of abuse and emotional trauma that eventually led to Coi's abandonment. Her mother's passing also reopens the door to her mother's side of the family, including her beloved younger half-sister, Kayla, her stepfather and her grandmother. Each of them challenge Coi's long-held views about her mother, especially Kayla, who, Coi realizes, is taking their mother's loss hard. As she reconnects with her family, Coi learns to see parts of her mother she never experienced, and for the first time since she was abandoned, opens her heart to forgiveness.

Canto Contigo by Jonny Garza Villa Wednesday Books

When a Mariachi star transfers schools, he expects to be handed his new group's lead vocalist spot—what he gets instead is a tenacious current lead with a very familiar, very kissable face. In a twenty-four-hour span, Rafael Alvarez led North Amistad High School’s Mariachi Alma de la Frontera to their eleventh consecutive first-place win in the Mariachi Extravaganza de Nacional; and met, made out with, and almost hooked up with one of the cutest guys he’s ever met. Now eight months later, Rafie’s ready for one final win. What he didn’t plan for is his family moving to San Antonio before his senior year, forcing him to leave behind his group while dealing with the loss of the most important person in his life—his beloved abuelo. Another hitch in his plan: The Selena Quintanilla-Perez Academy’s Mariachi Todos Colores already has a lead vocalist, Rey Chavez—the boy Rafie made out with—who now stands between him winning and being the great Mariachi Rafie's abuelo always believed him to be. Despite their newfound rivalry for center stage, Rafie can’t squash his feelings for Rey. Now he must decide between the people he’s known his entire life or the one just starting to get to know the real him. Canto Contigo is a love letter to Mexican culture, family and legacy, the people who shape us, and allowing ourselves to forge our own path. At its heart, this is one of the most glorious rivals-to-lovers romance about finding the one who challenges you in the most extraordinary ways.

Dragonfruit by Makiia Lucier Clarion Books

From acclaimed author Makiia Lucier, a dazzling, romantic fantasy inspired by Pacific Island mythology. In the old tales, it is written that the egg of a seadragon, dragonfruit, holds within it the power to undo a person’s greatest sorrow. An unwanted marriage, a painful illness, and unpaid debt ... gone. But as with all things that promise the moon and the stars and offer hope when hope has gone, the tale comes with a warning. Every wish demands a price. Hanalei of Tamarind is the cherished daughter of an old island family. But when her father steals a seadragon egg meant for an ailing princess, she is forced into a life of exile. In the years that follow, Hanalei finds solace in studying the majestic seadragons that roam the Nominomi Sea. Until, one day, an encounter with a female dragon offers her what she desires most. A chance to return home, and to right a terrible wrong. Samahtitamahenele, Sam, is the last remaining prince of Tamarind. But he can never inherit the throne, for Tamarind is a matriarchal society. With his mother ill and his grandmother nearing the end of her reign. Sam is left with two to marry, or to find a cure for the sickness that has plagued his mother for ten long years. When a childhood companion returns from exile, she brings with her something he has not felt in a very long time - hope. But Hanalei and Sam are not the only ones searching for the dragonfruit. And as they battle enemies both near and far, there is another danger they cannot escape…that of the dragonfruit itself.

The Smoke That Thunders by Erhu Kome Norton Young Readers

From a debut Nigerian author: a spectacular young adult fantasy rooted in West African mythology and brimming with adventure. In this mesmerizing fantasy rooted in Urhobo and West African folklore, sixteen-year-old Naborhi longs for a life away from her small, traditional clan in Kokori. But as her rite of passage approaches and she is betrothed to an arrogant young man, Naborhi feels her dreams slipping away from her. Then Naborhi becomes bonded to a mysterious animal and begins having harrowing visions of a kidnapped boy. She soon meets Atai, the son of an Oracle from a rival queendom, and learns that she is being guided by the gods. She and Atai, along with Naborhi’s eager-for-adventure cousin, Tamunor, set off across the continent to rescue the mysterious boy. But when they find him―and find out his true identity―Naborhi realizes there is more than just her freedom at stake: she must stop a war that has already been set in motion. With lush, unique worldbuilding and a dynamic cast of characters, The Smoke That Thunders is a gripping story of political intrigue, fierce love, and what it means to be free.

[m00nb04rd5]

Can you do Black Pierrot from Magical Drop please ? :3

Black Pierrot (Magical Drop)

[champmorado]

late night vent sessions in the car are something else

also damn i havent posted thunder & stormy boy in a WHILE

[marinacourage]

isn’t it kinda funny how the smell as one of the secondary gender manifestations was mentioned once (1) in the show and then it disappeared completely like wait a second i wanna know if charlie finds babe’s smell alluring if jeff as the only omega around smells completely different from the rest if enigmas have any smell at all and how the fuck didn’t they recognise each other as the same species from the get go do they use smell suppressants or something???

[telamonz]

zuka & darkheart ( phighting! ) stimboard for anon

✦ - with crows, smoke, and other gifs ✦ - platonic ship ! ✦ - no nsfw interaction please ! ☠ | 🟩 | ☠ ⬛ | ☠ | ⬛ ☠ | 🟩 | ☠

[harveywritings92]

[Soap meets Orphan’s bodyguard and partner Smoke and the two share a drink while watching Ghost and Orphan talk at a pub.]

Soap: Man, Ghost and Orphan have been spending a lot of time together.

Smoke: I don't like it. He is not good enough for Miss Ivy.

Soap: But they seem happy together.

Smoke: He is a bad influence and he is taking advantage of her because she is young and naive..... and delicate.

Soap, looks at him like he’s grown six heads: Delicate? She killed ten men with an 8ball tied to a bungie cord! 

Smoke, choked up: She’s a precious flower.

[aces-and-kings]

Locked in Shadows: An Rp Summary

During this rp Thor enters the lab where he finds Smoke locked in a cell. Smoke informs him that the doc is sadistic and has been torturing a man to death. Thor is shocked to discover that the lifeless body lying on the table is his dear friend Red, and the victim of Semex's experimentation.

The doc's actions infuriate Thor, and he decides to take matters into his own hands. After going to retrieve serum intended for Thor, Semex returns to Smoke throwing a shiv at him, causing a serious injury, but sparing Thor from the doc's injection of doom. Thor then confront Semex, venting his anger and seeking revenge. Smoke suggests brutal methods of torture and Thor readily agrees.

As Semex's suffering intensifies, Thor's emotions become a mix of grief and rage. The doc realizes his impending demise and takes his own life with a cyanide capsule. This leaves Thor contemplating the consequences of his actions and the haunting memories Semex has left behind.

With the ordeal behind them, Thor walks away without engaging in further conversation with Smoke. After retrieving his belongings, Smoke tails Thor to a nearby tavern, The Forgotten Knight, to seek solace in alcohol. Thor's thoughts are unraveling as he struggles to process the events that transpired in the lab.

[littlesillykitty]

⭐⚙Metal Sonic themself stimboard!!!⚡🚧 ⚡Requested by Anon!!⚡ requests - 🥞OPEN!!(check my pinned post before anything)

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[megane-sama]

JORGE WHEN I CATCH YOU JORGE, WHEN I CATCH YOU JORGE (you will pay for my therapy)

[ickypuppi3]

it’s so funny to me that billy was in school because we never actually see him in school (basketball aside) like imagine him going to his locker and sitting in class and stuff