thunder shower

below thunder showers | coming soon

Up in Argent Station, Earth’s armed force is always surrounded by frightening stories that tell tales of death and blood, barbarians that have been turned into robots and striped out of their humanity. Living, breathing monsters that are part metal, part flesh.

Going by the hushed conversations your parents have when they think you’re not listening, the army is the main reason your station has to be so wary of Earth. You can remember your father’s words as clear as day, laced with a hesitance that sounded strange in his usually confident voice.

It is good that we’re scared of them. Fearing Earth is the only way we can survive.

Commission 38 - ‘Apr 15 - Eeveelution Brigade

Eivui, Showers, Thunders, Booster, Eifi, Blacky, Leafia, Glacia, Nymphia
Eevee, Vaporeon, Jolteon, Flareon, Espeon, Umbreon, Leafeon, Glaceon, Sylveon

(I’m open for commissions! E-mail animeleepocket@gmail.com. $30, 2500x4444 or 4444x2500 maximum, comes with lines and colors and everything between.)

@fleshbutt-apocalypse @livelikeanangel-dielikethedevil and I think a few others (I’m so so sorry, it’s been so long) tagged me to list 10 songs on my playlist on shuffle. 

1. Back in Black - ACDC

2. Open Your Eyes - Disturbed

3. New Land - Avatar

4. Remember We Die - Gemini Syndrome

5. Moth Into Flame - Metallica

6. Square Hammer - Ghost 

7. April Showers - Royal Thunder

8. Stranded - Gojira

9. The Duke - Lamb of God

10. Serein - Katatonia

Ahhh I’ll tag @william-shakespeare-jr @nebraskan-metalhead @bvnnyfilth @weallliveinthesamenightmare @minhyriath @scarsoftheshatteredsky @sinkingintothevoid @sinister-and-unmerciful @corpse-drummer @coasttocoastlikebutteredtoast @punkularity @opeths @beatasticband @bruceedickinson and everyone!

smartcookie727  asked:

If you're doing prompts could you do "Your​ hair smells amazing. Did you get a new shampoo?" For Bixanna or Lyredy. Or whatever tickles your fancy. I couldn't find a list of promts that you'd reblogged.

A/N: Here ya go! Short little thing. Hope you enjoy!


What was Lisanna’s favorite part about dating Bickslow? To his face, she’d tell him it was his charming personality but really it was a tie between his incredible DJ-ing skills and his luxurious shower. Both of which she was currently enjoying.

Bickslow’s latest spotify mix was blasting through the built-in speakers in the shower as she danced around in the waterfall shower head. This is was Lisanna imagined heaven to be like. The acoustics in the shower were great as well, an added bonus.

Shampoo bottle in hand, Lisanna performed as if she was on Magnolia Idol, eyes closed to make sure no shampoo ran off into her eyes. Between the deafening music and the thunderous shower head, LIsanna didn’t hear the door open or close. Nor did she notice the second presence join her in the shower until a pair of hands that weren’t her own begin to massage the shampoo into her hair.

If it wasn’t for Bickslow’s steadiness, Lisanna would’ve slipped as she jumped at the sudden contact.

“What the hell Bix, you scared me!” LIsanna squealed. Bickslow gave her a playful grin.

“Your hair smells amazing, did you get a new shampoo?”

“Huh? Oh, well yeah. Wait, you just came in here just because you could smell my shampoo?” Lisanna couldn’t help but laugh as he nodded innocently. “Well since you’re in here, you might as well help with the conditioner, too.”

`、ヽ  `ヽ`⚡ ヽ`、  ヽ``、  
a thunder shower makes for a cozy hour 

The companion piece to Himawari’s room. And another collab between ammeja (who did the incredible drawing) + me (who did the animation)! Everyone could use a good thunderstorm and blanket fort every now and then ⚡ 

@goldendorito

NRUTER YAM I TAHT OS REWOP TNEICNA EHT EKOVNE I NRUB OT EMOC SAH EMIT YM L-T-O-L-O-X-A!

S T A A A N N N L E E E Y ! ! !

Those had been his final words before everything exploded. Every sense, from the sound of his own screams, to the blinding light, to the overwhelming pain completely engulfed him from the moment Stanley’s fist made contact. The few seconds of consciousness that followed were long and agonizing – he could feelhis very soul shattering (if indeed he still even had one of those). And then….

Nothing. He ceased to exist.

– – – – – – – – – – – – –

The statue of Bill Cipher remained in the forest silently for a time. Once in a while, a small bird would perch atop of the outstretched hand, though no one dared shake it. It was located in a remote enough part of the woods that it was unlikely to be stumbled upon by accident, and even when you were looking for it, it could be a bit of a chore. But perhaps that was for the best –after all,  the town was doing all it could to forget the events of that fateful summer.

But it was not to last.

One sunny day mid-June, the sky suddenly darkened. This alone was not inherently unusual, though the speed at which the clouds gathered overhead was a bit unnatural. The sky that had been clear and blue not two minutes prior was suddenly dark as night. With a flash of lightning and clap of thunder, a torrential downpour showered the area, completely soaking everything that lay below. With every moment that passed, the storm seemed to worsen, grow more violent as the winds picked up and the interval between lightning and thunder shortened.

After about three minutes of this, a single bolt of lightning touched down on the ground, hitting the ominous statue directly and completely destroying it. The thunder that followed was so loud, so instantaneous, it was impossible to tell if the deafening sound that followed was from the statue or the sky itself.

Though chunks of stone and other debris flew in every direction, the storm itself suddenly seemed to change its mind completely. The winds died down to almost nothing, the thunder vanished into a distant rumble within seconds, and the rain slowed to a gentle shower. The lightning continued to illuminate the area now and again, revealing for anyone nearby that something new had appeared amidst the statue’s remains.

There, slumped amongst the clutter, was a person, face down in the mud and curled up as if they’d lost consciousness there at some point and simply crumbled into a heap. The mess of golden hair and tan skin were all that one would be able to make out from the brief glances the short bursts of lighting gave as they illuminated the clearing.

That, and the fact that this person was stark naked.


The sound of lightning and the rain beating against his skin jolted Fiddleford back to his senses. He blinked a few times and rubbed his temples. He noticed everything around him was blurrier than usual, but he could make out that he was in the woods. He felt mud against his bare feet, and he gave a tired sigh. He had made it two months, three weeks, and a day without having a lapse in his sanity. It was progress, but it was still disheartening and annoying to deal with. He could never remember what he was doing or where he was going. He’d usually end up having townsfolk tell him that he got into a fight with a possum or exhibited some kind of unusual behavior or another.

There was no telling what kind of nonsense had occurred. Sometimes, if he concentrated hard enough, he could kind of remember bits and pieces of what he might have done while he had temporarily lost his mind, but most of the time, he preferred not to remember at all. The best thing to do at this point was find his way out of the woods and back to the mansion, so that he could clean up and be able to see everything correctly again. 

Even though he’d lived in Gravity Falls for over thirty years and had become a little familiar with the surrounding woods, they were still easy to get lost in. Especially when he couldn’t see very well without his spectacles. At one point, he tripped over something, and a rare curse word slipped through his lips as he fell flat on his face. He rubbed the bridge of his sore nose and looked back to see what he had stepped on. He squinted, then rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing what he was actually seeing. A body. A young man, maybe? With golden hair.

And it didn’t look like he was wearing anything. Fiddleford swallowed hard and wondered what he had stumbled across. The scene of a homicide? He reached out to touch the young man’s bare shoulder and shook him.

BTS Suga Fluff - Filtered Black and White

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Strong language, Depression, Self-harm

Originally posted by sugattaemunee

I do not own the gif.

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anonymous asked:

m n t x y!!! Sorry I'm so needy hehehe this has just got me so excited mwahahaha

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?
the only thing I’m working on right now is below thunder showers, as most of you know! (I’ve been way too eager about this story, sorry) it’s a very angsty, very dramatic sci-fi au with a bit of a love triangle, but ultimately jungkook x reader.

when it comes to stalled ideas that I never finished, but that I wish to go back to sometime in the future, I have a few: 

- echoes of home (namjoon x reader): where the oc wakes up with no recollection about her own life, no memory at all, only to realize humans have been wiped out from earth. namjoon represents the silence, whom is finally visible thanks to the quietness that took over the planet. 

- parallax (it was going to be a sugakookie for ao3, but now I’m considering making it yoongi x reader): where yoongi is a famous photographer who has the special ability of seeing people’s auras and reading their entire lives and deepest secrets through the lens of his camera, but only if he sees their eyes. his ability only manages to ruin his relationships though, so he only takes pictures of people’s silhouettes and backs, giving him the name of the photographer that can’t see eyes.

- carved in stone (yoongi x reader): based on a somewhat futuristic world where people can store their memories online and see other people’s memories, sort of like a ‘youtube’ network, which is called Morpheus. by watching someone else’s memories, you experience their own feelings. you make the mistake of going through the memories of yoongi’s lover, which in turn makes you fall in love with him.

- degrees of freedom (namjoon x reader x yoongi): a robot au which I’d hyped up in my old blog but never finished rip. you are namjoon’s wife, the ceo of a quantum robotics company, and yoongi is one of namjoon’s latest (and finest) creations. unexpectedly, he starts showing a ‘conscience’ of his own.

and these are only my favorites, I have soooo so many more stalled wips ahaha /cries/

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?
OH BOY I HAVE QUITE A FEW (but pls remember this is my personal taste, it’s fine if you do enjoy these tropes!) the ones I mostly avoid are cheating, pregnancy, fuckboy / bad boy / the cocky frat boy trope, vampires & werewolves (I used to love it but idk what happened), high school aus, porn without feelings (I’m a sucker for lovey dovey smut okay), celebrity + fan fall in love, and.. I think that’s it. sorry, I’m horribly picky I know *sweats*

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.
jungkook and yoongi, sorry boys but you’re both perfect for angst :’)

Y: A character you want to protect.
JIMIN AND TAE. it really hurts me when I make them go through angsty situations ;; 

and N answered. thank you, this one was fun!

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anonymous asked:

Hii!! Please can I request a Suga reaction of the reader being astraphobic(phobia of lightning and thunder)? Thank you~♡♥♡

Ahh I’m not astraphobic - I actually love the sound of thunder, so I really hope I did this right~ Also this is really cheesy fluff towards the end I’m sorry/you’re welcome ;P

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Title: Astraphobia
Genre: Fluff
Members: Yoongi
Words: 2626

Date night had been cancelled yet again, and though you were disappointed, you understood. Yoongi had a lot of work to do, and you were so proud of the work he’d already done that you didn’t really mind that the two of you hadn’t had a date in a while. He was doing better at remembering to call before he was supposed to meet you for dinner, and the smile he had on his face whenever you saw him made it all worth it because, despite how tired you knew he was, he still seemed to be in awe of how well their newest comeback had been received.

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It was pouring rain when I got out of the shower. Thunder was rolling outside as I made my way to the wardrobe, and changed into fresh clean clothes. I sat down at the table and reached for my suitcase. I pulled out some paperwork and laid them out neatly on the table. As I read through the paperwork, I heard my phone vibrate on the bed.

I looked up at the wall clock. The short arm was on one while the long arm was on thirty. “Who would it be at this hour, at one thirty in the morning?” I thought in my head. I got up and made my way to the bed, I grabbed my phone and clicked on it. My face lit up when I saw her name flashed across the screen. It was a text message from her.

“Hey, are you still awake? If you are, can I call?”

I couldn’t help but smile after reading her text. Almost immediately, I pressed the tiny icon next to her name and brought the phone to my ear. It only took me a few seconds to hear her gentle voice over the phone.

“I’m really happy that you’re still awake.“

“Well, I’m not really happy that you’re awake at this hour,” I replied as I glanced up at the wall clock, “it will be two in the morning very soon, you should be sleeping by now.”

“Yeah but…” I heard her voice trailing off followed by a soft sigh.

“But what?”

“But I want to hear your voice before I go to sleep. I missed it.”

“Well,” I began slowly as I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling too much, “you heard it now. Get some rest.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Can I ask you something?”

I let out a soft yes, after a short pause.

“Okay, here goes. What if I started acting all stupid and pushed you away? What would you do?” She asked quietly, almost in a whisper.

A pause.

A small smile on my face.

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind.

“Well then,” I started to speak, “I guess I’ll be stupid too.”

“I’ll act just as stupid and run back to you no matter how many times you push me away.”

—  L.W. // Forgotten Words #58 // Late night talks with her
TYRELLIOT HEADCANONS!!!! Part 3

-Tyrell always trying to be a gentleman

-Tyrell holding the umbrella when it rains

-CUDDLES UNDER THE UMBRELLA

-Some ass says some homophobic shit and Tyrell punches him or Elliot hacks him.

- The receptionist Tyrell banged that one time comes back and gets flirty with Tyrell

- Road trip or running away from the police story

- That one where Tyrell cooks for Elliot, but can’t cook

-FERRIS. WHEEL. SCENE.

- Elliot takes care of a sick Tyrell and Tyrell’s pride is hurt.

- Elliot rescues a lot of dogs over time and asks Tyrell if some can stay at his place and Tyrell can’t say no. Shenanigans happen and Joanna threatens to leave.

- The person knocking in the “last” scene is Tyrell.

-Tyrell gives Elliot a bouquet of flowers after a bad fight and Elliot always winds up forgiving him.

-A REALLY BAD fight happens and even flowers don’t work for Elliot so Tyrell gets creative

-A FUCKING FERRIS WHEEL SCENE

- Joanna teaches Elliot Danish/Swedish
-They were probably fucking in Tyrell’s car at the beginning there so someone write that

- Elliot meets Tyrell’s parents and they assume Elliot is a butler

- Tyrell’s dad is secretly gay and gets flirty with Elliot

- Tyrell’s Dad and Mom are racist homophobic assholes.

- SO OLD LADIES LIVE IN ELLIOT’S APARTMENT BUILDING AND THEY ADORE ELLIOT SO WHEN THEY START SEEING TYRELL A LOT THEY START TO GOSSIP AND SOMETIMES TEASE TYRELL AND WHEN ELLIOT ISN’T AROUND LOW KEY THREATEN HIM.

- The bed is too small in Elliot’s apartment for both of them

-Elliot is the person who let’s his dog sleep with him and Tyrell complains about how there’s not enough room and Elliot tells him to go sleep in the couch

-Tyrell is jealous of Flipper

- Tyrell hears Elliots whisper Shayla’s name in his sleep and he gets upset, but it turns out to be a nightmare

- TYRELL LOVES MAKING ELLIOT LAUGH BUT FIGURES OUT AFTER AWHILE THAT IT’S ONLY WHEN HE DOES SOMETHING STUPID. SO HE STARTS DOING STUPID THINGS ON PURPOSE JUST TO HEAR ELLIOT’S LAUGH

-ONE NIGHT WHEN TYRELL IS FEELING PRETTY LIGHT HE DECIDES HE WANTS ELLIOT TO LAUGH SO HE GOES UP TO THIS REALLY BIG AND SCARY LOOKING DUDE WITH TATTOOS AND CALLS HIS MOTHER A WHORE. HE GOT TWO BROKEN RIBS AND A BLOODY NOSE, BUT ELLIOT LAUGHED SO IT WAS WORTH IT.

-Alternate ending could be Elliot doesn’t laugh he just gets worried and upset because why is Tyrell doing something so wreck less??

-Elliot tending to Tyrell’s wounds

-Tyrell blushing at everything

-Elliot saying it’s okay for Tyrell to touch him

-Angela/Darlene notice that Tyrell always touches Elliot (hand on shoulder, light brushes, etc.) and he never shrugs them off so she corners him to figure it out
-Tyrell showering Elliot with gifts from around the world

-Elliot politely asking him to stop because he does not have enough space

-Lenny talks to Tyrell (like with how he did with Krista) about Elliot and Tyrell beats him up

-Elliot plays the piano

-Tyrell listens to classical music

-Slow dancing

-CHRISTMAS!!

-Angsty Christmas where Elliot has a panic attack or forgets Tyrell
-NEW YEARS KISS!!!!

-Angsty new years kiss where Elliot gets lost or forgets Tyrell

- Flipper HATES Tyrell so whenever Elliot isn’t looking he does something bad. Like pees on Tyrell shoes or attacks Tyrell and each time Elliot laughs or just says “he’s a dog Tyrell he wouldn’t do that. Your just paranoid.” and Tyrell would say something like “That’s rich coming from you.” And then maybe they argue.

- Flipper always interrupts them when they’re about to do the do and Tyrell starts to get sex deprived. (Thanks sam-sepiol)

-ADVENTURES IN NYC

-CONEY ISLAND

-HOTDOGS!!!

-FERRIS WHEELS!!!!!!!!!!!

-Tyrell is scared of thunder

-FUN SHOWER TIMES BUT NOT IN A SEXY WAY

-they give each other baths while in a bath
-Tyrell wants to get kinky and Elliot’s like “no.”

- They are at a party and Tyrell is all over Elliot (probably drunk) and Elliot is shy, but kind of digging it

- Elliot is the boss of the relationship and
everyone kind of assumes its Tyrell.

-Tyrell likes when Elliot yells

-Elliot likes when Tyrell doesn’t yell

- Movie cuddles

- Some underwater kisses (preferably in a pool)

-Tyrell covered in blood and Elliot’s into that

-ELLIOT AND TYRELL TALKING TO EACH OTHER IN A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE TO INTIMIDATE SOMEONE BUT REALLY THEIR JUST SWEET TALKING EACH OTHER.

-Hey did I mention FERRIS WHEEL SCENE. Haha. Please.

anonymous asked:

Types as weather?

ISTJ: clear
ISFJ: snow
INFJ: drizzle
INTJ: cloudy
ISTP: sleet
ISFP: foggy
INFP: mist
INTP: hail
ESTP: lightning
ESFP: hurricane
ENFP: humid
ENTP: tornado
ESTJ: windy
ESFJ: sunny
ENFJ: partially cloudy
ENTJ: thunder showers