#storm hawks piper

[wary-taru]

“Buff mages think they are gods!” -Finn 😡

“And they’re right.” -Cyclonis 😏

Commissions open! :)

[pennumbra]

So does anyone remember Storm Hawks

[rin-henricov]

It's not the size of the theft that matters, it's the message that gets across.

This time, I tried to give my art a more comic-style than usual, by using the technique of reflecting details and thin lines in some places. This isn't my first time working with something like this, but I think the result was quite good. Here is a screenshot that was used to redraw.

[theworldofatmos]

Storm Hawks

The Condor (1)

Condor Exterior

Piper's bedroom

Finn's bedroom

Junko's bedroom

Aerrow's bedroom

Crystal Lab room

The kitchen

The Bridge/the Helm

The infermary

Episodes:

Storm Warning (1st image)

Old storm hawks site (2nd/3rd)

Best friends forever (4rd image)

A little trouble (6th)

Siren's song (5th/7th)

Second chances (8th)

Infinnity (9th)

5 days (10th)

Built by the original Storm Hawks years ago, the engines are older than the team combined, and although temperamental, they still have the might to push the great vessel through gruelling journeys. The bridge lies in the bow and has the best visibility on the ship, including a couple of sixty-foot periscopes for traveling in cloud cover. Behind that lies the blacksmith shop and Piper’s darkroom for crystal nurturing. Finally, hatches lead to the squadron’s Air Skimmer bay and repair area, lining the airship’s lower decks.

The Condor's seen more than her fair share of battles, but though the creaking hulk may look the worse for wear, the old ship still has a few tricks up her sleeve. And no one's better at coaxing them out of her than Stork. In fact, Stork and the Condor have come to the rest of the team's rescue countless times, swooping in out of the clouds with the horn blasting out a warning to anyone who dares to get in the way.

[iseeyouopel]

Need to rewatch storm hawks already, I really liked piper!

[im-resident]

Hey Figured I would post this here again since our little community has grown bigger.

I made a Storm Hawks as Vines about 5 years ago, and its still around!

[brainrotgoverner]

I'm bored; what is your most out of pocket headcanon for storm hawks? A.K.A. one that has no root in the show?

I'll go first because, well, info dumping is fun <3

-Both Dark Ace and Aerrow are ambidextrous

-Ravess can't cook whatsoever and has been banned from the kitchen both by Snipe and Dark Ace

-Cyclonis likes tragic musicals

-Snipe likes operas

-Dark Ace has a sweet tooth and has a high spice tolerance but can't handle bitter food

-Aerrow has a picture wall for loved ones (from his teammates to the talon academy kids he met with once) (just to remember them by)

-Piper also likes tragic musicals (also normal ones)

-Finn has the biggest clothes collection in the condor

-Junko has very weak taste receptors (even for wallops)

-Stork prefers sleeping in the infirmary

-Radarr gets more chicks than everyone in the world

[jazzyrazzy157]

[maidenofthecloud]

I wonder what these two were talking?

poisons and crystals maybe?

[thexsilverxfrontier]

They’re both my strong girls and I couldn’t choose between them, so come ask Piper and Sakura things! (Or anyone else, every ask is welcome!)

[tuffdwightwest]

Dark Ace: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing!

Lightning: Okay

Waiter: Can I get you guys anything today?

Dark Ace: Orange soda please!

Lightning: I'll take a strawberry soda

The other Storm Hawks: Yeah strawberry

~~~~~~

Finn: And that's the reason I think Dark Ace betrayed his old team

Piper: Is this cause of us turning down your frozen yogurt flavor

Finn: NO!!! I said this is why Dark Ace would betray the team >:(

[wary-taru]

They're taking a picture together 🖼️

commissions open :)

[thatpinkpandabear]

The Usual

Master Cyclonis x Piper

Authors note: Hey everyone! I’ve felt really bad about not posting any fics/working on requests yet, so I’m reposting an old storm hawks fanfic I did back in 2024 to fed ya’ll lol. Hope you enjoy Cyper!

Summary: She knew that the adjustments to the system would not erase the wounds left by the decade-long war between the two Terras, but it still enraged her to be placed in the shadow of her grandmother. They may have shared the same feathers and talons, but they did not share the same song. Cyclonis is cranky because of issues with the Terras of Atmos. Piper does her best to cheer her wife up.

TW for: Possible implications of racism? Idk, this is mainly just a fluff fanfic lol.

The Empress of Cyclonia. Regal. Powerful. Opinionated. Exhausted should be added to the list, was the bitter thought that briefly danced through the mind of Cyclonis as she passed the red glinted windows of the Cyclonian empire.

A grand empire, a changed empire. Yet the Atmosian caddle seemed to like to squawk and moan when it came to politics. She knew that the adjustments to the system would not erase the woods left by the decade-long war between the two Terras, but it still enraged her to be placed in the shadow of her grandmother. They may have shared the same feathers and talons, but not the same song.

Amazonia was loud. Blizzaris was obnoxious. Rex took the cake. Sending it’s little old dog to bark at her in her Pegasi-skinned coat, the rat-faced cat blankly staring at her from it’s place in green padded bag. What an ugly bag it was. Came in second place of the demon cat. She shakes her head to try and erase the things beady yellow eyes looking through her soul as she reached her bedroom door, turning the knob.

The adjustment of lighting, from the dim darkened hallways of the empire to this soft yellow glow of her bedroom made Cyclonis Close her eyes, nose scrunching up in distaste with the a grimace. Only opening them once more she heard the delightful melody of the giggle she had grown fond. A sound she could not get through the day without. Allowing her expression to soften ever so slightly.

“Rough day, love?”

The empress released an oh-so-tired sigh, shoulders slumping from the elegant posture she had forced for the rest of the evening. “Oh, you have no idea.”

The blue-haired mage chuckles softly, standing and approaching her wife in long strides. Cyclonis closed her eyes as gentle palms touched her shoulders, the tension in her limbs loosening as the infamous purple feathered cloak is removed from her body and placed on the chair that sat before the grand dresser of the two rooms. Another sigh. Piper purses her lips.

“Two sighs, huh? Definitely was a rough day.” Twin gems of amethyst glare at her weakly.

“Any day is when Terra Rex is involved.”

“Ah, of course. What did they do now?”

Cyclonis made a soft noise of irritation, allowing Piper to move her towards the cushioned seat. Delicate fingers fixing hairs that had been pushed out of place. “You know. The usual. Claiming that we’re hogging all the crystals that we have deposited out of our mines.” She feels the former Storm Hawk still, before resuming her actions.

“They weren’t pleased with what they were offered last time?” Lips thin into a soft frown as Piper focused on her task. Taming down the dark lavender strands that had frizzed up because of the feathered hood of the heavy cloak. She wasn’t too surprised, of course. But she could admit she felt disappointed.

“Terra Rex has always been greedy, gem. No matter how much they gain, they always want more. We could grant them their own fancy place palace of white and gold, and they would still be begging for more.” The exaggeration allows Piper to let herself laugh, and the pale lips of the empress twitch upwards at the success of her mission. “It’s the fact that they’re calling us greedy that’s been really getting under my skin, though.”

“The people have unfortunately made themselves known as hypocrites,” Piper mumbled softly, giving the hair one last bounce before she was satisfied with her work. “There. Now how about we forget about how backward Terra Rex is and get some ice cream?”

The look in Cyclonis’s eyes becomes gentler as she nods in agreement. Gently taking the hand that had been offered out to her. “That idea is very agreeable. I accept your terms.”

Cyclonia’s reputation would always be stained by its past, the empress knew. Coated in bloodshed and greed, not helped by her teenage self. Placed on the throne at thirteen, naive and greedy, thinking of the world as black and white. While she wished that Others would not hold the Terra’s past against them, it was only rightful to be wary. At least that was what she supposed. It was times like this, however, where their negative past was used as an insult to justify the inferiority complex of others that frustrated her. She knew she was not the perfect ruler and realized that she still had a lot to learn. There were times when her self-doubt was at the brink of crushing her, karma for what she had done all those years ago.

But now she had a warm hand in hers, reassurance that no matter what she would have someone by her side. In sickness and in health, they had promised. The blue and red rings on their fingers a symbol of their commitment.

“I hope you don't mind the cookie dough. I may or may not have eaten the rest of the vanilla ice cream this morning.” The guilty look on her wife's face brings her back to the present and she laughs. A tired yet happy sound, her shoulders feeling much lighter.

“As long as you buy me more, I think we can cut a deal for your freedom.”

[stormseclipse]

I realized a bit ago that I’ve never drawn Piper ever so I quickly fixed that. She’s an interesting character for sure, hope to get a better handle at drawing her eventually.

[theworldofatmos]

Storm Hawks

Terra Amazonia

Landscape

Featuring camouflaged cyclonian bikes (7th image)

Episodes:

Storm Warning (6/7/8/9/10th image)

Old Storm Hawks site (1-5th images)

[otakuluvmurillo]

Storm Hawks in MLP EQG Verse