the bolt strikes

Lights Out (Jumin x MC)

You and Jumin are at home when a disastrous storm causes the power to go out.

Word Count: 504

I’ve thought about this prompt for so long, so here you go! I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day!


You lay with Jumin on the sofa, sighing comfortably as you heard the pouring rain outside.

Your husband’s arms were tangled around you, the two of you softly talking to one another.

“Do you like weather like this?” He asked, setting his head atop yours.

“As long as it’s just like this.” You admitted. “Serious storms can sometimes freak me out-”

As though dreadfully on cue, thunder boomed from outside, bolts of lightning striking the ground.

You let out a small shriek, clinging to Jumin as your heart threatened to erupt from your chest.

“Speak of the devil.” He hummed.

“That’s one way to put it.”

He chuckled at your response, tilting his head to tenderly kiss your temple. “Don’t worry love, you’re fine. The storm will pass soon enough.”

If only that were true.

The thunder continued roaring and the lightning went on with its crashing as though it didn’t have a care in the world.

And it probably didn’t.

But you did.

You had shifted your entire position, moving so that you could bury your face into his neck.

He simply would murmur words of support towards you, weaving a gentle hand through your hair.

It nearly worked.

Your heartbeat had begun to slow, and your breathing had become less ragged.

That was until the power went out.

Almost instantly as another shock of electricity hit, you were drenched in sudden darkness.

“Oh my goodness.” You muttered, lifting your gaze to find not a single light working. “Oh no.”

“It’s alright love, it’ll come back on eventually.”

“It’s just…unnerving.” You admitted.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of these sort of storms before, next time I go out I’ll have to find something to cancel out the sound.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You replied. “I wouldn’t be able to hear you then.”

“Has talking to me helped at all?” He looked down, curiosity painting his expression.

“Just you being here is…probably the only thing keeping me calm.” You laughed, a bit embarrassed. “So, talking to you is a lifesaver.”

He thought for a moment, before giving a small, grateful smile. “Nothing would make me happier than to do that.”

You smiled, reaching up and fondly pressing your lips against his. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

And so, the two of you continued to talk, Jumin occasionally slipping jokes to you in an effort to make you laugh.

They worked each time.

And when the lights eventually came on, you hardly noticed, simply enjoying the presence of your husband as he held you.

The storms didn’t seem to be so bad, as long as he was with you.

And he adored every moment beside you.

fecipher twitter, 30-11-2016: “Ruthless Blue Crow, Ursula”

[Card Reveal] “Crash upon them, no matter how far away they may be, Bolting!” Thus strikes Ursula, a member of the league of assassins known as the Black Fang. Dubbed the “Blue Crow”, she is a beautiful and powerful, yet ruthless, sorceress. Whenever she smiles, a cruel fate befalls the battlefield. (Illust. Senri Kita)


In the last gif, just replace Ward with Trip

“(Y/n), come here!”

Looking up from your laptop, you follow the sound of Skye’s voice to see your team sitting on the edge of the Bus, legs dangling over the side as they drink beer. Past them, you see a huge thunderstorm raging over the savannah miles away.

A lightning bolt strikes down just as you sit next to Simmons. Trip hands you a beer, and you take a sip before saying, “Jeez, that looks pretty big. Is it coming toward us?”

“Yes, because we’re in this part of the world all of the storms go west.” Simmons explains, smiling.

You and Skye look at each other while Trip just laughs. You hear May and Coulson walk up as you say, “Simmons, how do you know that? We’re in Africa.” She just shrugs, and you cut off Fitz from explaining more by holding up a hand.

Looking over at Coulson and May, you see their eyes locked on something in front of the plane. Skye and Trip are the same way, but Skye is saying, “No way …”

Following their gazes, you see a familiar tall figure standing in the golden grass, red cape fluttering behind him with his hammer in hand. Ignoring the shocked outbursts and faces of your team, you sprint towards your boyfriend and throw your arms around his neck.

He laughs and lifts you up, twirling you around as you squeal in joy. When he sets you back down, he places a kiss on your lips before saying, “I missed you, (y/n).”

“I missed you too.” You laugh, kissing him again. “Where have you been? How are you? Why didn’t you visit after what happened with Jane and the others in London?”

He chuckles and holds up a hand. “I have been very busy trying to keep the nine realms at peace, and I will catch you up on what happened later. I must admit, I was very disappointed when you weren’t in London with the others.”

“Yeah, I’m a scientist for SHIELD now.” You say, gesturing to the Bus that waits across the savannah.

Thor looks at the plane as if he just noticed it, then turns back up you. “Well, Jane and Darcy miss you very much.” He smiles. “And, Darcy said something about her ship sinking?”

Blushing, you look away from your boyfriend and mumble, “Hopefully not.”
Thor frowns in confusion, and you turn back to him. “Would you like to meet my team?”

He smiles and takes your hand as you two walk. “Of course.”

Laughing, you place a kiss on his hand, as you can’t reach his cheek without jumping. “By the way, none of them know I’m dating the almighty Thor. Not even Coulson.”

Thor’s eyes widen and he stops suddenly, looking at you with shock. “Son of Coul?”

You laugh nervously before continuing to walk. “Yeah, about that … I think I’ll let him explain that one.”

‘The advice I like to give young artists, or really anybody who’ll listen to me, is not to wait around for inspiration. Inspiration is for amateurs; the rest of us just show up and get to work. If you wait around for the clouds to part and a bolt of lightning to strike you in the brain, you are not going to make an awful lot of work. All the best ideas come out of the process; they come out of the work itself. Things occur to you. If you’re sitting around trying to dream up a great art idea, you can sit there a long time before anything happens. But if you just get to work, something will occur to you and something else will occur to you and something else that you reject will push you in another direction. Inspiration is absolutely unnecessary and somehow deceptive. You feel like you need this great idea before you can get down to work, and I find that’s almost never the case.’

T E E N A G E  G I R L S  +  M Y T H O L O G Y: Zeus

Her words drop from grinning lips with a rumble of thunder, jovial and hearty, eyes shining with the brilliance of a thousand lightening bolts. She strikes fear into the heart of men, has them falling at her feet, promises everything before leaving them heartbroken. People cling to her like static, caught in the controlled storm which she has perfected. The suburbs seem to small for her, or perhaps she has grown to big. Arrogant, controlling, she does not belong amongst her peers but above them. She has transcended teenagehood, become holy and righteous in the process. There is one word tattooed on the inside of her bottom lip: GOD.


You watch from behind the table you’re hiding behind as the SHIELD agents get overwhelmed by the local warlords. The marketplace is destroyed, which is a shame.

Seeing the woman with short brown hair get knocked down once again, you stand up and run to the center of the dirt road. “Everybody get down!” You scream.

You don’t wait for anyone to follow through with your order. Raising your hands to the sky, huge thunder clouds form above, crackling with heat lightning, but no rain. There isn’t enough moisture in this godforsaken desert for you to create rain.

So, you’ll use lightning.

The wind picks up, and your headscarf blows off, exposing your face to the sand whipping around you in circles. Twisting your right wrist, three bolts of lightning strike the men on your right, and when you twist you’re left wrist, the men on your left fall.

After all of the men are unconscious, you lower your hands and fall to your knees. The last thing you see is the SHIELD agent you saved kneeling over you with an African-American man, asking if you’re all right. Then the world disappears and everything goes black.

You shoot awake, gasping for air, before you feel hand on your arm. Turning your head, you see the SHIELD agent from before. “Hey, you’re safe, you’re safe.”

Sitting up, you back away from her. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“My name is Skye and I’m with SHIELD. We’re at our base because you really exerted yourself back there. We wanted to make sure you were safe as a thank you for saving our lives.”

Relaxing a little bit, you lean back on the bed, looking around the all white room. “When can I go back?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”


She winces. “The locals aren’t very happy a witch was living in their village.”

You close your eyes. “Perfect. That’s the fifth time this year.”

The two of you are silent for a moment before Skye asks, “So when did you get your powers?”

“I was born with them. Made my life hard from the beginning.”

She frowns and leans back in her chair. “So, you’re not Inhuman.”

“Most people prefer the term monster.”

She cracks a grin. “You know, even though you’re not Inhuman, you could stay here and work for SHIELD. Save lives.”

“Is that a job offer?”

“I guess. I’m forming a team for people like us, and you’d be a great person to have on it.”

You cock your head to the side. “Is there a catch?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Then I’ll think about it. Thank you, Skye.”

She shakes her head again. “No, thank you.” And then she’s walking out of the room, closing the door behind her.

“Power Flower”
The previous photo, digitally mirrored. I’m not exactly sure what it did to create this image, as it was quite a while ago that I made it. I think it was my normal mirroring method, then it was duplicated and rotated several times with all the layers set to lighten.


Comix Zone | Sega Genesis/Mega Drive.

The intro cutscene. 

Sketch Turner, starving artist and protagonist of the game, is working on his new comic, the titular “Comix Zone”. As he’s doing so, a chance lightning bolt strikes his work-in-progress, and in that instant brings Mortus, the comic’s main villain, to life. 

Not possessing any power in the real world, Mortus throws Sketch into his own comic book, hoping to kill him in order to become flesh and blood. 

Honey and Gogo for Anonyrppp


Honey Lemon couldn’t be happier!  Given her usual demeanor this was a rather unusual occurrence, but today she really had a fantastic reason to be so jittery and happy!  Not only had earned a grant with her proposal for a calorie transferring machine for those with eating disorders, but if her hypotheses were correct, she had already finished the machine itself!  However… now came the important issue of testing.  While the machine was completely harmless, she wanted someone who would be completely accepting of any possible changes that might occur.  Someone who was a fellow scientist… a good friend… it then occurred to her like a lightning bolt striking her.  “Gogo!” Honey shouted, beginning a careful sprint in her platform heels to Gogo’s workshop.  Surely Gogo would agree!