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the-kr8tor · 7 months ago

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So, you get a new request so. New news reporter R on an intership x actor hobie. Its where he is on the red carpet and r is trying to get a conversation with one of them but keeps getting pushed around and hobie takes notice and then you can choose what else to do. Just thought an idea for a starting point could help ya you know. You have free creative control :DDD

Hehehehe actor! Hobie hehehehe 😍 thank you for requesting muah 😘❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

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Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, actor! Hobie, actor au, brief mention of an injury, interviewer! R, fluff

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Your head swims with anxiety as you wait beside the red carpet. Camera flashes flicker in and out, the lights are brighter than the sun, making you think that it's daytime when it's already close to ten pm. Even the high pitched screams are ringing in your head.

When you first got there earlier than usual to capture some extra snapshots of the event and to get a place near the bannister separating the media and the stars, it was all exciting. Now you can't wait to go home and have a cup of warm tea and lay in bed. But alas, being new at your swanky magazine job means that you have to do all the grunt work. You're not the one going one on one with celebrities, or even getting a full segment with them on the carpet like a famous coworker of yours. No, you're on the side, pining for even a moment of the celebrity's attention while you're dodging the paparazzi’s huge camera lenses, and trying not to get your feet stomped on by other media competitors. You swear you're about to conk someone's head with your microphone when their shoulder bumps into you too harshly.

Sighing, your camera man, James, and a fellow new hire, looks at you like he's about to run away from the scene and go to the nearest chicken shop instead.

A cherry red motorcycle suddenly appears, parking near the entrance of the event. Its rider is wearing a sleek helmet dotted with stickers and spray paint. The crowd goes wild at the mere sight of him, already knowing who's getting off the famous bike.

��You better get ready.” James nudges you as he readies his camera. “All we had was an interview with a stunt double and the main girl's best friend.”

You clutch your mic tighter. “Trust me, I'm ready. Hobie Brown isn't slipping off my grasp—!” The rowdy crowd pushes and rams towards you, almost crushing you between James and the bannister. “Shit, calm down!” The screams get louder as Hobie takes off his riding gloves, and then his helmet, revealing his handsome face. You swear you saw him grimace at the frantic crowd for a millisecond.

“Hold on! Fuck!” James tries to shield you from behind as more and more paparazzi clamor to get a picture of him. “He's not all that!” He exclaims, lifting up the very expensive camera in his hands. “You okay?”

You've managed to wiggle your hand in-between your stomach and the hard railings. A desperate attempt to protect yourself from the onslaught of screaming fans and paparazzi.

“I'm—” you wince, getting pushed more towards the metal. “Fucking stop! Where's security!?” The pushing gets too rough, and the railings in front of you shakes under the weight, tethering close to falling over.

“Oi oi!” Hobie bolts towards the carpet, stopping in front of a distressed you, pointing at the crowd. “Stop that!” When no one makes a move to stop pushing, he pushes the crowd back by himself. Finally prompting the security’s attention for some crowd control. “You're bloody crushin' her!” Is he talking about you? You're sure he's talking about you.

You look at him through your lashes, seeing him up close and personal. Now you get why some people faint after meeting him in person. The spotlights shine behind him, his honeyed eyes are full of determination as he helps push people away from you without a single worry for his red carpet outfit.

Finally, after what seems like hours, the pressure behind you diminishes and you can finally breathe. James pats your shoulder, panting in place. You nod thanks to him as you catch your breath.

“You alright, love?” Your more famous coworkers weren't joking when they said that their legs turned to jelly when they first heard his voice. His palm rests gently on your bicep, eyes soft and concerned. “You want some water?”

You exhale, swallowing down your nervous laughter. “Y-Yeah, please.”

“I'll get you some—” he turns and there's already someone with a walkie talkie handing him a bottle of water. “Thanks,” he nods at them before turning back towards you and opening the bottle for you. “Perks of bein’ famous. Here.”

You take it gladly, his warm fingers brushing against your own. “Thank you, Hobie— Mr. Brown.”

“Do I look like a Mr. Brown, love?” He gestures towards himself, pointing out his very punk red carpet outfit complete with his signature leather and spikes. It's definitely something you don't see everyday on the red carpet, especially the fishnets.

You almost choke on your water, coughing and covering your mouth. “S–Sorry, Hobie.” Coughing some more, Hobie pats your back with a lopsided smile.

His eyes turn sharp suddenly at the man beside you, glaring at the stranger. “Get your bloody foot off of her.” He says in between his teeth. You didn't even feel it, but Hobie saw it, immediately pushing the man away before you could unscramble your thoughts.

James films on the side, grinning at the interaction. He's definitely going to get that promotion. Hobie turns to him while you're trying not to cough out your whole lung. His hand is still on you to the disappointment of his obsessed fans.

“You need water too, mate?”

“No thanks, unless you're signing it, Hobie.” James jokes, earning a chuckle from him.

“Just ask, bruv, I'll sign it.” Hobie cranes his neck over to you again, practically seeing stars in your eyes now that you've settled down. “There you go, love, you look stunnin’ when you're not gettin' crushed.”

You giggle nervously, trying not to get lost in his eyes. “Um, can I interview for a second?” You mentally facepalm, you could've said something better, anything, and yet you chose that.

“I fancy a bird who takes the opportunity when it drops on her lap.” Hobie winks at you, at *you. You still can't believe it. The crowd behind you runs wild as if it was directed at them. “Ask away.”

You clear your throat and your thoughts. “Who are you wearing?”

“This ol' thing?” He lifts up the red plaid skirt like he's about to greet the queen. As if he'll do that. “A childhood mate of mine designed it for me. They don't want to be named though, said they're only doin’ it ‘cause I kept askin'” Chuckling, he leans against the railings to stay comfortable under all the scrutinizing eyes.

To your rivals’ dismay, he continues the interview with you and you only even when they're screaming to get his attention.

You smile gently at him, not the kind of polite smile you robotically give. But the kind you're genuine about, something that you give to close friends or family. “You two must be close.”

His eyes sparkle under the light, your question must've been a rare thing for him during these events when people only ask about him and rumours circling around him.

“Yeah, been mates since we were eatin’ glue.”

“You ate glue?” You joke, and he beams at your laugh.

“Who doesn't?” He feels comfortable and carefree around you. Unlike the other interviewers who only ask the same ten questions and make him feel bored out of his mind.

“I didn't.” You giggle, as if you're just joking with an old friend.

“I guess that's why you're smarter than me, the glue didn't reach your brain.” He taps his temple, all the while smiling at you.

“How would you know that I'm smart? You're the one with the masters.”

“I do?” He feigns naivete. “See, you know everythin'.”

Laughing with him feels like the most natural thing in the world. And he feels the same with his eyes crinkling in the corners and hand placed next to you on the bannister. But alas, the conversation had to end with his manager urging him to continue walking down the carpet.

“Wait, hold on, Ned.” Hobie keeps his eyes on you even though his manager is looking more and more irked. “Do you have a one-on-one with the cast later?”

“Uh no, that's not really my job. Not yet anyway.”

“What do you say that I slide you and your cameraman in, hm?” He hopes you'll say yes so he could talk to you more.

You swear your heart jumped out of your chest like in the cartoons. “Yes— absolutely that would be an amazing opportunity, thank you!”

“Nah, thank you, love, you're the only one worth talkin' to in this business.” He points at your microphone. “Good thing too, your mics off by the way.” With a smirk, he leaves, and the camera shutters follow him.

You stare in horror at the mic in your hands. “Fuck.” You whisper, and James tries not to groan loudly.

“At least we got the gig right?”

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memorabxlia · 5 months ago

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I Like You ━ 니키

genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers summary: in which you realize the feelings you've been trying to ignore might not be so one-sided after all warnings: mild language, lots of teasing, mutual pining, mentions food, mild nervousness pairing: ni-ki x fem!reader wc: 1k

The sun blazes overhead as you step out of the car, the scent of hot asphalt and buttered popcorn already filling the air. You adjust your sunglasses and glance over at Riki, who is stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. He looks effortlessly cool, dressed in a loose T-shirt and ripped jeans, his blond hair shining under the summer sun.

"Finally! I thought we were never gonna make it," Riki groans, tossing an arm over your shoulders as you both walk toward the ticket booth. Your heart skips a beat, but you tell yourself it's just the excitement of the amusement park. Yeah. That’s it.

"It’s not my fault you overslept," you tease, elbowing him lightly. He grins, all sharp edges and playful energy, and it makes your stomach do that stupid thing again.

You’re not exactly sure when your small crush on Riki started. Maybe it was that time he stayed up all night helping you study, despite complaining the entire time. Or maybe it was when he showed up at your house in the pouring rain just to bring you your favorite snacks when you were sick. Or maybe it was even earlier, when he grabbed your hand and pulled you through a crowded street without a second thought, like it was the most natural thing in the world. But he’s your best friend. There’s no way he thinks of you that way. You shake your head, trying to clear the thought as the two of you grab your tickets and head inside.

"Alright, what are we doing first?" Riki asks, shoving his hands into his pockets as he surveys the park.

You pretend to think, but you already know what you want. "Roller coasters. Obviously."

Riki snorts. "Obviously. You and your need for speed."

The two of you weave through the crowds, the sound of screaming riders and laughter echoing all around you. You hit the bumper cars first, where Riki spends most of his time ramming into you at full force and laughing maniacally. Then there’s the spinning teacups, where he purposely spins your cup so hard you nearly fall out when it stops. And of course, the haunted house ride, where he keeps sneaking his hand onto your knee just to see you jump.

But when you near the first big roller coaster—a massive, looping beast—you notice Riki slowing down. He’s staring at it with an odd expression.

"Hey, you good?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, totally," he says quickly. Too quickly. You narrow your eyes.

"Wait." You gasp, realization hitting you. "Are you scared of roller coasters?"

"What? No!" he scoffs, but he refuses to meet your eyes.

A slow smirk spreads across your face. "Oh my god, you totally are."

"Shut up," he mutters, tugging at his sleeve. "I just… don’t like the feeling of falling, alright?"

You tilt your head. "So you prefer… what? The ground?"

"Yes. Solid, stable, reliable ground."

You bite your lip, considering. He looks genuinely uneasy, but at the same time, you can’t let this go. Not when it’s Riki of all people—the guy who teases you relentlessly.

"Tell you what," you offer. "If you go on this ride with me, I’ll buy you all the churros you want after."

Riki eyes you suspiciously. "All the churros?"

"Every single one."

He sighs dramatically. "Fine. But if I die, I’m haunting you."

"Deal."

As you get strapped into the ride, you glance over at him. He’s gripping the safety bar so tightly his knuckles are turning white. You stifle a laugh.

"You’re gonna be fine," you reassure him. "Probably."

Riki glares at you. "I hate you."

The ride launches forward before you can respond, and all thoughts fly from your mind as you're flung through the loops and drops. When you stumble off, breathless and exhilarated, Riki looks like he’s just seen his life flash before his eyes.

"Never again," he mutters, shaking his head.

"Aw, come on, you survived!" you tease, poking his side.

He glares at you but relents. "Fine. But I want my churros. Now."

After grabbing the promised churros, the two of you wander around the park, hitting up different rides and games. At some point, Riki wins you a stuffed bear at a ring toss booth, and you try not to overthink it. But then he casually throws an arm around your shoulders again, and your brain short-circuits.

"You’re acting weird today," you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Riki raises an eyebrow. "Am I?"

"Yeah, like—" You hesitate. "I don’t know. You keep looking at me weird. And you’re being kind of… clingy?"

He shrugs. "Maybe I just like being around you."

Your heart stutters. Don’t read into it, you scold yourself. It’s Riki. He’s saying these things to get a rise out of you.

But as the day goes on, little things keep happening. Like the way he keeps standing just a little too close—not in a casual, accidental way, but like he’s deliberately closing the space between you. When you stop at a game booth, his arm brushes yours and lingers a second too long before he pulls away with a smirk. When he hands you a drink, his fingers brush against yours, and he doesn’t let go immediately, just watching you as if waiting for a reaction. And then there’s the way his gaze keeps finding you—when you’re laughing at a kid struggling with an oversized prize, when you’re distracted watching a ride, even when you’re not looking at him. He always looks away just a second too late, like he’s been caught. It’s subtle, but it’s enough to make your head spin.

By the time the sun starts setting, you’re sitting on a bench, sipping on a lemonade while Riki scrolls through his phone beside you. The Ferris wheel nearby glows softly, its lights twinkling against the dusky sky.

"Wanna ride the Ferris wheel before we leave?" Riki asks suddenly, locking his phone.

You nod. "Yeah, sounds good."

You don’t think much of it until you’re both sitting in the small carriage, slowly ascending. Then, the realization hits you.

Riki shifts beside you, his knee bumping against yours. Before you can react, he leans in closer, his face just inches from yours. "You nervous?" he murmurs, his voice lower than before.

"No," you lie, gripping your cup tightly.

He chuckles. "Liar."

A few beats of silence pass before he exhales sharply. "You know, I wasn’t actually scared of the roller coaster."

You frown. "Huh? But you—"

"I was just nervous about something else," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "About telling you something."

Your stomach twists. "Riki…?"

Before you can answer, Riki tilts his head slightly, his eyes flicking down to your lips for the briefest second before he closes the space between you. His lips brush against yours, soft yet certain, and the world outside the Ferris wheel fades. When he pulls back, your breath is stolen, your thoughts scrambled. He watches you for a moment, then smirks. "I like you."

The words hit you like a freight train. Your brain stalls, your heartbeat hammering so loudly you think he might hear it.

"Wait, what?" you manage to choke out.

Riki laughs, though it sounds a little nervous. "I *like* you. More than just a friend. I thought maybe you’d noticed, but you’re kind of oblivious."

Your mouth opens, then closes. "I—" You swallow. "I like you too."

Riki blinks, then smirks. "You do?"

Before you can overthink it, you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek. It’s barely there, but it’s enough to make him freeze.

He looks at you, eyes searching. "You can do better than that."

Your breath catches as he cups your chin and kisses you—soft but sure. When he pulls away, his smirk is back. "See? That wasn’t so hard."

You groan. "I regret everything."

Riki just laughs, threading his fingers through yours as the Ferris wheel continues its slow descent. As the ride slows, he squeezes your hand. "So, does this mean I get unlimited churros forever?"

You roll your eyes. "We’ll see."

And just like that, the night isn’t quite over yet.

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blueiscoool · 14 days ago

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2600-Year-Old Scythian Noble Warrior’s Tomb Unearthed in Siberia

Archaeologists in Siberia have uncovered the burial of a Scythian noble warrior dating back to the 6th century BCE, shedding new light on the martial traditions and cultural complexity of the Scytho-Siberian world.

The discovery, made on the banks of the Kem River in the Krasnoyarsk region by researchers from Siberian Federal University, has already been hailed as one of the most significant archaeological finds in recent years.

The most extraordinary find is an iron battle axe, a rare weapon for its time, as iron would not be widely used in Siberia until five centuries later.

A Burial Rich in Symbols of Power

The burial chamber revealed a warrior interred with a remarkable array of possessions: a decorated belt adorned with bronze plaques, a buckle shaped like the head of a mountain ram, ornate jewelry, a polished bronze mirror, weaponry, and elements of a horse’s harness. Each object was not only a personal belonging but also a marker of status, wealth, and spiritual identity.

Among the finds, one object stands out as extraordinary: an iron battle axe known as a chekan. According to Pavel Mandryka, head of the Laboratory of Archaeology of Yenisei Siberia, this weapon was particularly rare for its time. “The chekan had a sharp point designed to pierce armor. Such an item highlights the high status of the warrior,” Mandryka explained.

What makes the axe exceptional is its material. In Siberia, widespread use of iron would not become common until five centuries later. The presence of such an advanced weapon strongly suggests that the warrior either belonged to a privileged elite with access to distant trade networks or had migrated into the region from the southwest, bypassing the forest-steppe zones of modern Krasnoyarsk.

Weapons and Warfare of the Scythians

The Scythians were legendary across the ancient world as master horsemen and archers. Their short composite bows allowed for precision shooting from horseback, while their iron swords and bronze-tipped arrows struck fear into enemies. Yet the chekan adds a new dimension to our understanding of their arsenal. Unlike swords, which cut, or arrows, which pierced lightly armored foes, the battle axe was designed for brute force. With its pointed head, it could shatter helmets and puncture armor, making it both a practical and symbolic tool of authority.

Other items from the burial reinforce this interpretation. The belt, decorated with bronze plates, would have been a visible marker of rank. The ram-headed buckle evoked strength and virility, while the horse harness elements emphasized the inseparable bond between Scythian warriors and their steeds. Horses were not merely transportation; they were companions in battle and often buried alongside their riders to accompany them into the afterlife.

Mirrors and Rituals

Equally intriguing is the presence of a polished bronze mirror. Archaeologists believe it carried more than a decorative purpose. In Scythian culture, mirrors could serve ritual functions, acting as protective talismans or instruments in shamanic practices.

While warriors could be male or female in Scythian society—and even adolescents sometimes took on martial roles—the combination of weaponry, harness fittings, and belt ornaments in this case strongly indicates the burial of a man.

A Glimpse into the Scytho-Siberian World

This discovery is part of a broader pattern of archaeological revelations across Siberia. From frozen tombs in the Altai Mountains preserving tattooed bodies to golden treasures unearthed along the Yenisei River, the Scythians emerge not simply as raiders of the steppe but as a complex society with rich symbolism, far-reaching connections, and advanced martial traditions.

The Krasnoyarsk warrior’s grave highlights the interplay between local traditions and external influences. The use of iron, centuries ahead of its widespread adoption in Siberia, points to a flow of technology, trade, and ideas across the Eurasian steppe. At the same time, the burial’s wealth and ritual items underscore the deeply spiritual dimension of Scythian warfare, where every object—from a mirror to a horse harness—carried layers of meaning.

As excavations continue, archaeologists believe more secrets of the Scythians will surface from Siberia’s frozen ground. For now, the iron axe of the Kem River warrior stands as a silent witness to a world of power, prestige, and the enduring mystery of nomads who once ruled the steppe.

By Leman Altuntaş.

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jrswritings · 1 year ago

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Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Two - Tyler Owens x Reader

Get caught up with Chapter One! Masterlist :)

Chapter Two - Boys and Their Toys

After another drink or two, chatting with Juniper from Atmosphere Aces and Willow from your team, you finally stood from your seat and put a $50 on the bar then walked out the front door of the Dust Devil and headed across the street to the Twister Trail Motel. The whole town of Prairie Winds was practically based on it being in tornado alley and being the main place storm chasers would stop while out chasing.

As soon as you were a few steps away from the front door, you heard it open again and footsteps behind you, a small part of you hoped it would be Tyler.

“(Y/n)!” The voice called, it not being Tyler.

You turned around to see Finn, the camera guy and driver for your team, the Storm Riders.

“Hey, Finn! What’s up?” You asked, him stepping up beside you.

“I was just curious as to what’s goin’ on with you and Owens, I saw you both get kinda close while dancing and then again while at the bar,” he started to ramble, one of his classic traits when he was drinking, “I just worry about you, since you’re like a big sister to me and we’ve known each other since you were in high school and I was in middle school, I would just hate for your heart to get broken by some idiot cowboy.”

“Finn. Finn,” you tried to interrupt.

“I don’t think I could live with myself if he hurt you and I didn’t try to stop something from happening. Your parents would kill me as they made me promise to keep you safe out here,” he kept going. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, putting your hands on his arms.

“FINN,” you said sternly, jolting him out of his rampage.

“W-What?” He stuttered while catching his breath, you both realized he hadn't taken a breath that whole time.

“I will be fine, he just wants to take me out to dinner tomorrow night,” you said, dragging Finn to your side while walking to the motel, “I know you feel like it’s your job to protect me, but you need to remember that I am a few years older than you and know how to handle myself.”

He sighed, “I know, I just would hate for you to get heartbroken again…”

You stopped in the middle of the road and pulled Finn in close. He was one of the only people you trusted back in your early 20s. He was one of your go-to people, aside from your best friend Willow, whom you went to after your breakup with Derek who you had been with for almost five years. He had moved to New York to go to college and after a week of hardly talking to one another, the girl he was cheating on you with slipped up and accidentally tagged him in a post of them kissing on Instagram. The next day you sent everything he owned to his college dorm including the heart necklace he gave you for your birthday the last year you were together, along with a very long letter on tear-stained paper that you had written the night before while your heart was breaking with every word you wrote.

“I will be okay, Finny,” you said, rubbing his back, “I’ll let you know if anything goes wrong or he does something stupid.”

“Promise, (Y/n/n)?” He asked, holding out his pinkie finger.

You linked your pinkie with him, “I promise. Now go back into the bar and have some fun, it’s forecasted for clear skies the rest of the week.”

“You got it!” He said, pulling you into an embrace one last time before running back into the bar.

You laughed and shook your head, then turned and walked back to the motel. Before heading up the stairs outside of your room, you decided to stop by your blue F-350 dually truck that was parked right next to Tyler’s red Ram 3500 dually. You pressed the unlock button on your key fob, the headlights shining brightly across to the bar. Earlier you had already brought your suitcase to your room, but you wanted to double-check that you had everything extra that you picked up in Thunderbird Bluff, the last town you were in.

While digging under the seats you grabbed onto a cloth object, pulling it out becoming confused as all your clothes were in your suitcase. You held it up in the dim lights provided by the motel to see a tornado, the red truck you were parked next to, and a cartoon face of Tyler on the front of the shirt, the words being “not my first tornadeo” across it.

You threw the shirt over your shoulder and smirked remembering Dani giving it to you after you got caught in an EF3 with your shirt getting torn off as you were on your way back from a smaller wedding in a field for Jade and Tristan, both members of Storm Riders.

After shutting the truck doors, you locked it and turned toward the stairs, only to be startled by Tyler leaning against his truck with his cowboy hat in his hands.

“Mighty nice of you to blind half the bar with those pretty headlights of yours,” he said, using his hat to gesture to the front of your truck.

“Oh shit,” you mumbled, your hand covering your mouth, “Oops.”

He chuckled, “I figured I’d come out to make sure you weren’t skippin’ town on me after I asked you out.”

“Even if I did, Owens, you’d find me one way or another,” you stated, walking over to the stairs.

“Like my saying goes, sweetheart,” he started, “if you feel it.”

“Chase it,” you said, going up a few steps to the first landing.

“See, you’re gettin’ it,” he said, leaning against the stair railing and looking up at you, “Is that one of the Tornado Wrangler shirts?”

You hoped he wouldn’t see that, but he snatched it off your shoulder to hold it up.

“It was the only option I had after Jade and Tristan’s wedding,” you said, rubbing your forehead as you were starting to get tired and just wanted to head to your room, “You can have it, I don’t think it would look good if I wore a rival team’s shirt.”

“But darlin’, you’d look good in my shirt,” he said while smirking and holding it up to your figure.

“Very cheesy,” you said, walking up the stairs farther.

“What do you say about tomorrow afternoon?” He asked, folding the shirt up and tossing it up to you.

“I’m sure I’m free, most of the team will sleep until mid-morning due to the hangovers they’ll get from tonight,” you laughed, gesturing over to the bar where the music was still blaring.

“Same with the wranglers, except Dexter, he snuck out the back and headed to bed an hour or so ago,” he said, laughing, “You know how those scientists are.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised Tristan and Sage from Atmosphere Aces are still partying it up,” you said, leaning over the railing and looking down at Tyler.

“Maybe we can get breakfast in the morning?” He asked, “Down at JoAnn’s Whirlwind diner…”

“I’d like that, they have the best apple pie in the county,” you said, smiling, “Should we take Lil Blue here or are we takin’ Ol Red?”

“How dare you think I’d be caught dead in a Ford, darlin,” he chuckled, “I won’t go anywhere without Ol Red.”

“As I figured, boys and their toys,” you giggled to yourself, turning around and unlocking the door to your room.

“What was that little lady?” He asked, putting his hat back on and putting his hands on his hips while shifting his weight to one side.

“I said goodnight, Tyler,” you said, tossing the bag of necessities on the queen bed you had all to yourself.

“I don’t think that was it,” he said, shaking his head, “But I’ll let it slide this once, (Y/n).”

“Like you would do anything otherwise, Ty,” you said as you leaned over the railing one last time before heading inside.

“I’ll have you be aware that my truck is not a TOY,” he stated, shifting his weight to his other hip, “It’s a tornado-wrangling machine!”

You laughed, “Mhmm, sure it is.”

“Goodnight beautiful,” he said, looking up at you and giving you a wink.

“Goodnight, Tyler,” you said, “I’ll see you at JoAnn’s.”

“It’s a date,” he said with the biggest smile you’ve seen on the man in quite some time.

You turned around and walked into your motel room, shutting and locking the door behind you, pressing your forehead to the cool door, smiling and giggling to yourself. While not really believing that you would be going on a date with Tyler Owens, who was basically the biggest heartthrob of the storm-chasing community and most likely all of Tornado Alley. Just thinking about tomorrow and what it held sent tingles down your spine and butterflies around your stomach.

Want more? Here's Chapter Three!

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mama2bears · 1 year ago

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Guardian In The Night - Part 1

Parings: Tyler/ F. Reader (former rodeo star/ now a veterinarian)

Warnings: Injury, Angst, a few swear words, talk of death, fighting

Summary: You have known Tyler Owens for 15 years, meeting him while you both were on the rodeo circuit. Five years ago a tragic accident tore you apart. You never expected to see him back in your again, but here he is. Is there still a fire burning between you two? Will Tyler be your guardian when a prowler lurks outside your home?

A/N: I had planned for this to be a short one shot...but here we are already 20 some pages in, so it will be a two part story.

** SIX MONTHS AGO **

You had just returned home from a local farm, where you helped deliver a new baby colt. The miracle of life always amazed you, rather it be animal or human. As the local veterinarian, you most definitely saw more animal births then people ones, and that suited you just fine. You always kinda preferred animals over people.

Pulling into the drive, you saw a red Dodge Ram sitting in the drive and sighed. At first, you thought it was someone bringing their pet to you. Then, you recognized the truck, equipped with drills and rocket launchers. You had seen a few of his YouTube videos...but you never expected to see him again.

“What the hell you doing here?” you asked, jumping from the truck.

You first met Tyler Owens about fifteen years ago. Your father had been a retired bull rider and you had grown up on the rodeo circuit and was a pretty well known barrel racer. Everyone knew and loved your father, so they naturally knew and loved you as well. Tyler's uncle had brought the farm across the street from yours, and Tyler was often over at your house getting bull riding tips from your father.

“Well, hello to you too.” he quipped, “My uncle died, I figured you would know that.” he glared.

“Oh do I ever! I am the one taking care of his animals. I am just surprised that you show up. It's been what, five years now, Tyler?”

You and Tyler became best of friends rather quickly when you first met. Then, that night happened. You didn't leave his side until he pushed you away. Even after that, you called every day...until one day, you realized he was just never going to return your calls. You moved on with your life and out of state to go to collage. Tyler had moved as well and neither of you kept touch. You went five years without seeing or talking to each other. That was until now...

“I am here for the funeral...” he paused, “And I inherited the farm. I guess that makes us neighbors again.”

“You mean you actually are staying this time? Or are you going to run away like last time.”

“You ran away first.” he glared, then sighed, “Listen, I am not here to argue. I plan on staying. I just have to travel for work a lot...”

“Yeah yeah. I know. The YouTube famous tornado wrangler.” you glared, “And for the record, I only left after months of trying to talk to you and being shut out each and every damn time. Why would I stick around? You told me to get the hell out, so I did.” your eyes narrowed in anger, “So what do you want from me now?”

“I know you're the vet, and I know you have been caring for my uncle's animals.” Tyler said, “He told me how big of a help you were to him. I just wanted to know how much I owe you for taking care of the animals...and I want to keep you on as the vet and pay you to look after things when I travel.”

“When did you start talking to your uncle...or anyone else for that matter?” you glared, tears threatening to fall. “It's been FIVE YEARS Tyler! Do you know how many times he tried to call you? How many times I tried to call you?”

He shook his head, looking at the ground as he scuffed his boots across the dirt, “No...no I don't. I was an asshole and I apologize. I've been talking to him for about a month. I was planning on coming back after this season and help him around the farm...the doctors called me the other day and told me about his heart attack. I got back as quickly as I could.”

“He needed you.” you whispered. “He talked about you all the time. He became a father to me after my father died. I was left alone with no one. I tried calling you, but you never called back. Your uncle was the only one there for me.”

Tyler bite his lip, “Y/N...I am sorry.” Tears brimmed around his eyes, “I have no excuse for how I acted. I am trying to make it right. I am trying to get back on track. I am not asking for forgiveness or understanding. I just want to know if you are willing to stay on as vet and care taker for the animals. Just bill me or whatever. You don't even have to see me again if you don't want.”

“Of course I will take care of the animals. I have been taking care of them for the past two years, ever since I graduated from veterinarian school.”

Tyler took out his phone, “Give me your number and I'll tell you the days I'll be out of town. Call if you need anything and I'll pay you each time before I leave.”

“You won't owe me until you return. I normally just send a bill out to my clients once the work is done.”

“In my line of work..I like to pay ahead of time.” he stated.

You two exchanged numbers and he tipped his hat at you, “Good to see you, Y/N.” and with that, he was gone.

* * * Present Day * * *

You were sitting on your porch when you heard the music. You could hear country music blasting from the loud speakers before you even saw the truck. Tyler Owens was back in town, and he was making sure the whole town knew it too. It had been six months since he came back into your life. While at first, your meetings were very short and only about business, gradually, you began have friendly conversations, a few times Tyler called you from the road just to see how you were doing.

“Hey neighbor!” Tyler called, bringing you out of your thoughts. “We're back in town for a few days at least.”

“Really? I would have never known.” you flashed him a grin. “Horses are all good, but I think Tex misses you. He was laying on the porch this morning, staring down the drive way.”

Tyler grinned, “Aw, he's just lazy, that's all. He is always laying on the porch staring down the driveway. Hey, what you got going on tonight?” he asked.

“Nothing that I know of. Same old same old. I got some bills I need to mail out, but other then that, nothing.”

“The team and I are heading down to Big Mo's Bar tonight. Wanna meet us there for some drinks, maybe a game of pool?” he asked.

You thought for a moment before finally saying, “Yeah, sure.”

“Alright, see you then.” he tipped his hat and sped back down the driveway in a cloud of dust.

You finish your coffee and head into the house to do the paperwork you needed to do. If people didn't pay you what was owed, you couldn't keep the place running.

As you got started on your work, you left you mind drift back to about five years ago.

Tyler was the hottest thing on the rodeo circuit. You two had been the best of friends for the past ten years. He was about eight years into his career and on his way to possibly moving up into the PBR. You were on the top of your game in barrel racing.

It was a hot summer night near Little Rock. You on your horse Cisco, waiting to be called out for your barrel run when Tyler walked up to you you. “Hey sweetheart. Wanna go grab a few beers tonight?” he asked, his green eyes staring up at you from under his cowboy hat.

“Is this your way of asking a girl out?” you turned and glared at him.

You have had a crush on Tyler since about the first time you met. He would flirt with you and you'd flirt back, but nothing ever got serious between you.

He shrugged and flashed you that lopsided grin of his, “Yeah. I guess. You wanna go out with me tonight?”

“And next up is Y/N Y/LN...”

“We'll talk later.” You smiled down at him and gave a swift kick to your horse and sped out into the arena.

Your dog, Jack barking out on the front porch brought you out of your thoughts. “Alright boy, what is it?” you mutter, going to the front door.

Tyler was riding up your drive on his horse Thunder, and was leading the other horse, Tequila. 'Now what.” you mutter to yourself.

“What's wrong?” you ask.

“Thunder and Tequila want to go for a ride.” he grinned. “I can only ride one at a time. Want to help a cowboy out?”

You sigh, “Didn't I just tell you that I had paper work to catch up on? If I don't send my clients bills, they don't pay me. They don't pay me, I can't keep this business running.”

“Just a quick ride? For the horses!” he smiled.

“Alright. One quick ride. For the horses.” you agree. It had been just over a year since your horse Cisco died. You couldn't bring yourself to get another horse, not yet. You had missed riding, and quick frankly, it always freed your mind. Maybe, a ride was just what you needed right now.

You take the reins and quickly mount Tequila. Your farm was only about ten acres, but Tyler's was a bit over forty.

“Where to, cowboy?” you asked.

“You remember where that big oak tree is, by the lake on the back side of my property?” he asked.

“Yeah..”

“Race you there!” he yelled, kicking his horse into a gallop.

“Come on Tequila. Let's get 'em.” you kicked the horse up, quickly moving into a full run.

Tyler grinned as you passed him and he kicked up his horse a little faster, coming up along side you.

You held onto the horses mane and eased up on the reins, giving her free rein to run. You leaned forward, letting the wind blow though your hair. You felt wild and free and left out a long howl.

Tyler kept pace next to you, falling back just a few steps as the horses slowed and you reached the tree.

“See, just what you needed, right?” he was laughing. Chasing tornadoes was the thrill of a life time, but second best would be on a horse, riding free though the open fields, not a care in the world.

“That was awesome.” you smiled.

“Think that was great...you should try chasing tornadoes with me!” he smiled.

“Yeah, I don't think so.” you dismounted and left the horse graze freely near the lake and Tyler did the same with his.

“Remember this place?” he asked, biting his lip and glancing over at you.

“I do.” you nodded. “we probably had known each other three years or so at the time. We rode out here and you carved our names in this tree.” you laughed, “I told you that you couldn't carve our names in a tree if we weren't even dating.”

“But I did it anyway.” he grinned looking at the tree, “And they're still there.”

You sighed, “yeah, but you never did ask me out, so it don't count.” you playfully punched his arm.

“Hey, to be fair, I tried.” he pointed out.

“Yeah? When?” you glared. “Because I would have remembered that. I was waiting for you to ask me.”

“I asked you. Remember, I asked if you wanted to grab a few beers that night...the night of the..accident.” he trailed off.

Of course you remembered, you just didn't think he was really asking you on a date. It sounded like a friend asking a friend to grab a beer after the rodeo.

“I remember that night.” you said softly. Silence filled the air between you as you both recalled your last night together.

Right after Tyler had asked you to grab a few beers after the rodeo you had said “We'll talk later,” and took off to do your run. You were halfway though the run when a bull tried to jump a gate. The gate fell over and suddenly, there was a bull charging at your horse. You seen the movement out of the corner of your eye and took off in a full run to get out of the area. Your horse spooked, rearing up and throwing you. Tyler seen you on the ground and that bull charging straight for you. Without second thought he had ran and threw himself between you and bull. You vaguely remember someone grabbing your arms and pulling you out of the area as the bull turned on Tyler, kicking him in the head. You were screaming his name as the bull continued it's attack on Tyler, stomping and headbutting him. The rodeo clowns scurrying to get out there and distract the bull. Cowboys racing out on their horses with ropes. You would never forget the look of Tyler's limp body laying in middle of that area, the ambulance rushing in. Tyler never rode bulls again after that. You never barrel raced again either.

“I went to see you in the hospital, you know.” you told him. “Every single day for the two months you were in a coma, I was there.”

“Yeah, I know. They told me.” Tyler said softly. “Then you left not long after that.”

“Because when you finally woke up, what did you tell me?” You fought to keep the tears from falling.

He sighed, “I told you to get the hell out, that I didn't want to see you anymore.” his lower lip quivered and he turned away, before you could see the tear that fell.

“That's exactly what I did. I couldn't go back out on the circuit again. I was haunted by nightmares of that bull getting lose, attacking you. So I went to Texas to study veterinarian medicine. I tried to call you every day. I left a number of messages for you. One day, my daddy told me that you had moved out to Oklahoma. I didn't see or hear from you again until a few months ago, when you moved back here.”

“They told me I could never ride bulls again.” he said softly. “I needed a thrill, so I went to Oklahoma for a bit to get a degree in meteorology and chase storms. Met my team, became tornado wranglers..moved back home after my uncle passed...and here we are.”

“I missed you.” you whisper. “I really could have used a friend after my dad died.”

“I didn't know about your dad, until last month when I started talking to my uncle again. He told me.” Tyler said slowly. “I would have came back for you, if I had known.”

“Yeah. Your uncle said he tried calling you. I had tried calling you too, for at least the first two years, until you changed your number.”

“I'll always regret that. It was a bad time in my life. My purpose had always been riding bulls and when I couldn't, I was lost. I was trying to make a name for myself. Trying to become somebody...” he trailed off. He wanted to say 'trying to become somebody you could be proud of' but those days were long gone. There was no need to bring up old memories. “I guess we just weren't meant to be.” he sighed.

“Life goes on.” you brush it off, hiding the hurt in your eyes, “at least we are still friends now.”

“Yeah. We've got that.” he gave you a hug.

“We better get back. I got to get this paper work done if you still want me to meet you guys at the bar tonight.”

You both collect the horses and mount up, riding back slowly this time. “Anything I can do to help?”

Laughing you shook your head, “I wouldn't trust you with math problems, Tyler Owens.”

“How about I make us some burgers for lunch. I'll bring them over to you so you can concentrate on your work.”

“Thanks. That would be great.” you flash a smile.

* * * * *

Later that night, you walked into the bar, and quickly spotted Tyler with his team.

“Hey, Y/N! Over here!” he waved at you.

You join the team at the pool table. “Y/N, meet my team. This is Dani, Lily, Boone, and Dexter.” he introduced them.

“Nice to meet you guys.” you nod.

“Wanna play a round?” he asked.

“No, not right now. I think I am just gonna grab a drink and watch you guys. Maybe do some line dancing.”

“Alright..maybe next round?” he asked.

“Maybe.” you agree, going to the bar to order your drink. When you return, you stand next to Tyler as it was his turn to shoot. He pocketed two balls at once.

“Woo! My good luck charm!” he grinned, giving you a hug. “What about next round we make teams. You're on my team.” he smiled.

“Or it can be boys vs girls.” you raise an eyebrow at him.

You watch for a few more shots, then finish your beer and head out to the dance floor to join a group of line dancers. Tyler watched you leave, then turned back to the game.

“So that's Y/N. The girl you told us about?” Boone asked.

“Yeah. Don't say anything in front of her, please.” Tyler said.

“So, this is the girl that you were too shy to actually ask out, even though she had been your best friend for almost ten years, right?” Lily said.

“Yeah. And the girl that I threw myself in front of a bull for. She's the reason that I left the rodeo circuit, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I couldn't just stand there when she was in the path of that bull. I figured it would kill me, but I didn't care. I'd rather it be me then her.”

“Why didn't you ever call her or anything man?” Boone asked, “I mean..she is hot.”

Tyler shot his friend a look, “I didn't know what I was going to do with my life. After I got out of the hospital I had to go though therapy. Then I didn't have a future in the rodeo anymore, but I needed a thrill. I couldn't just do a regular job. I just didn't know what to say to her, and I certainly couldn't ask her out when I didn't know what kind of future I had. After I got started as a storm chaser, years had passed and I figured she had moved on. I didn't need to come back into her life and disrupt whatever she built for herself.”

“You should have called her man.” Dani shook her head. “Why haven't you asked her out since coming back? She is still single, isn't she?”

“Those days are gone, okay? I am just thankful that we are still friends.”

“Well, if you aren't going to ask her out, I am.” Boone teased. “Come on man, you don't think she's hot?”

“Boone, don't talk about her like that. She's beautiful, not just hot.” Tyler said, his gaze landing back on you as the song finished and you left the dance floor.

“So she's a beautiful friend that you just aren't into...okay. I got it.” Boone nodded.

“Shut up.” Tyler hissed, not wanting you to over hear their conversation.

“So, who's winning?” You ask.

“I am. You were my good luck charm, so just stay here. Maybe I can win in another shot or two.” Tyler grinned, taking his turn. He failed to score.

“Guess your luck ran out.” you grinned at him as a guy approached you.

“Excuse me, Miss. Would you care to dance with me?” he tipped his at you.

You thought for a moment, not normally being one to dance with strangers at a bar. He was cute and he seemed to be a gentleman, so you agreed. “Sure. I'll give you a dance or two.”

Tyler looked heartbroken as he watched the stranger take your hand and lead you onto the dance floor. He put one arm around your waist and held your hand as he guided you across the dance floor.

“See, that could have been you.” Boone said.

“Drop it, Boone.” Tyler warned. He no longer was paying attention to the game. He kept watching you on the dance floor with the stranger.

The song ended and you nodded to the man, “Thanks for the dance.”

“Hey...one more?” he asked, squeezing your arm a little too tightly, making you feel uneasy.

“No, I think I am going to go back over there with my friends. I need a break.” You give him a smile, trying to be nice.

Tyler was watching, noticing the stranger holding your arm, but unable hear what was being said. He sat his pool stick down and started to walk briskly over to the dance floor, his eyes never leaving you.

“I said one more dance! Don't be a tease!” the stranger pulled you roughly against him, and grabbed your ass with his hands.

Tyler took off running to the dance floor, grabbing the man by the shirt and slinging him to the floor in one brisk movement. “Keep your damn hands off of her.” he roared, towing over the man.

“And who the hell are you?” the man jumped up, getting into Tyler's face.

“None of your damn business who I am. I said keep your hands off of her. Get the hell out of here!” he took a step towards the stranger.

The man threw a punch towards Tyler, which he ducked, grabbing the man by the neck and slamming him against the wall, “You best be getting the hell out of here, before I take this out to the parking lot.” Tyler seethed.

“Okay Okay. Whatever.” the stranger muttered, putting his hands up. “She was just a big tease anyhow.” he mutter.

Tyler took the man and tossed him to the floor, ready to throw another punch when you walked up to him, putting a hand on his arm. “It's okay. Let him go.” you whisper as the man scrambled to his feet and headed for the door.

“You okay?” Tyler asked, wrapping an arm protectively around you.

“Yeah, but I think I am done for the night. I am going to head home.” you say.

“Alright. Give me a minute to pay our tab and I'll follow you.” Tyler said, “Make sure that creep isn't out there or tries to follow you or anything.”

“Thank you.” you give him a smiled.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” he winks.

You heart flutters a little when Tyler calls you 'sweetheart.' That used to be his nickname for you all those years ago. You never did allow anyone else to call you that. You wait at the door while Tyler talks to his team, pays the tab and then places a hand on your shoulder as you both walk out the door together. He walks you to the car, checking all around the parking lot to make sure there was no one standing out there.

Tyler waits until you are safely in the car with the doors locked, “Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?” he says.

“Yeah, maybe.” you nod.

“Alright, wait until I get my truck started and I'll follow you home.”

You nod and Tyler jogs to his truck, firing it up. You pull out of the parking lot and he is right behind you. Once you reach your drive way, he honks his horn and seeing no other cars on the road, pulls into his own drive.

Chapter 2

#twisters fic #twisters x reader #twisters fanfiction #tyler owens x reader #tyler owens fic #twisters fanfic #tyler owens x you

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kerinna · 6 months ago

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I often read fanfics with Izuku Midoriya(My Hero Academia) with a lamb or ram, and it made me realize he does have a lot of Krittika qualities.

Sun Superheros are the ones that will usually gladly die in battle with a smile on their face.

V.S a Jupiter Superheroes that will often take a lot of breaks because Saturn is influencing them in some way. If a Jupiter Superhero doesn't have a Saturn influence they can definitely become reckless with their power, and be on par with Mars types of Superheroes like Omni Man(Invincible)or Homelander(The Boys).

Mars Superheroes need friends or they'll become reckless or at least a more control reckless with friends. Friends over family with them.

I have a Mars friend and he is always telling me it's good he was born without super powers because he would definitely act like Homelander. Like sir lol. (Yet his favorite super hero is of Jupiter Influence.)

Saturn superheroes have last resort energy to them. They're too chaotic and unpredictable, but if they have enough childlike influence on them, they are really good for rehabilitation and rebirths.

Edit (I'll add more as thoughts come to me.)

Moon Superheros are very smart and sometimes have God levels intelligence but other people like to blame them for their shortcomings, and if the Moon hero gets low enough mentally they'll blame others as well. They can fight, but often use a trick or a misdirection to win. Usually a Mars person is there to bring them back to focus. (Spiderman)

Venus Superheros are often times the weakest in the group power scale wise, but can make surprising good leaders or their team talks hella shit about them. (Robin from Teen Titans) Venus Superheros are often times anomalies among their peers.

Rahu Superheros are often times demons or they've made deals with demons. (Ghost Rider)

#thinking outloud #vedic astrology #astro observations

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clancycatears · 3 months ago

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∂яαgση яι∂єя нєα∂¢αησηѕ — WITH TASK FORCE 141

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi. i rewatched the original how to train your dragon, and recently saw the new live-action film adaption. just went on a whim and thought of what the boys' dragons would be if they were dragon riders in the series! gonna stick to four each, because there's like... 150-ish different species of dragons out there. this is all coming from a loyal school of dragons player, so i hope i deliver! do i make a bonus post with everyone else? perhaps…

Dragons with the color orange are what I believe to be the character's primary companion! All links are to the dragon's page on the How to Train Your Dragon Wiki if you're interested! [1.2k words]

JOHN PRICE

John definitely specializes in dragons that display great stoicism and leadership! He and his dragon could make the perfect authoritative pair, while also being soft and collected when they want to be! So yes, I gave him both Hiccup's mom and dad's dragons. Like c'mon, they suit him! You can't tell me he isn't giving Stoic, can you??? Both the leader of Task Force 141, and the island of Berk! But I can also see him blacksmithing with Johnny and dabbling in armoring! Taking inspiration from one of the dragons here definitely gets the gears turning for him.

CRIMSON GOREGUTTER. That thing is BEEFY. Like comparable to John’s strength. The two would make a crazy, powerful, bulky duo. And those horns (antlers)? Clear show of authority and a perfect bulletproof shield for its handler.

RAZORWHIP. Not only a bulletproof shield, but a living, breathing, double-edged sword. Weapons and hazards literally ricochet off of this thing’s scales. John studies the Razorwhip especially for that reason! Wants to keep his boys safe and make them armor that resembles it!

RUMBLEHORN. Stoic’s dragon. Enough said there, but this thing’s rough and tough like John, too! Not quite as defensive and reliable as the Crimson Goregutter, but just imagine getting stepped on or rammed by this thing??? And those HORNS? Better keep your distance, or you’re going straight to the infirmary.

STORMCUTTER. Valka’s dragon, and my personal favorite species of all time! It’s as beautiful as it is dangerous. Like, c’mon, can’t say no to those eyes! Just as satisfying as a sight as John’s silly little bear smile. But be careful. The thing’s saliva is flammable, like John’s sharp tongue. The perfect pair for sure.

SIMON RILEY

I think all of these options speak for themselves. Dangerous, deadly, and most are a legend among Berk in the series! They display power and strength equal to that of their handler, and undying loyalty to match Simon's! So no, not all of these are because they have "bone" or "death" in their names, but because they're powerful and perseverant. (But the names were definitely an inspiration. LMAO.) Totally the type of guy to be a nurse towards the dragons! Caring for them when they're injured or sick, further strengthening his bond with his (not-so-little) friends.

BONEKNAPPER. This thing’s made the bones of the dragons they’ve killed into its own armor, while Simon’s dug himself out from the grave. They’re meant for each other because of that alone. And they have matching skulls! Cute. Hehe.

NIGHT FURY. “[…] Never shows itself. Never misses.” DIRECT MOVIE QUOTE. DIRECT. QUOTE. That thing is literally a living sniper, fits The Ghost™ perfectly. Dark, foreboding, yet agile when it fights. I imagine Simon sporting a full black set of armor to blend into the night with it, too.

SILVER PHANTOM. One of the fastest dragons alive. Like borderline comparable to the Night Fury—maybe even swift cartridges. Perfect to camouflage through white or gray groups of clouds because of its colors, too! Perfect high ground for Simon to take advantage of (since he uses a bow and arrow for sure). And c’mon, does that thing not also look like a ghost?

WHISPERING DEATH. Do you see that thing? I think if I were to ever face a Whispering Death, I’d faint and probably die. That thing looks SCARY. But in all honesty, they’d be the softest out of the bunch. Like some would watch Simon give the thing chin scratches with their jaws on the floor.

JOHN MACTAVISH

Johnny definitely handles the more chaotic dragons out of the bunch. Like I swear, if I were doing two-headed (or more) dragons, he'd absolutely pair up with Kyle on a Hideous Zippleback or with Simon on a Snaptrapper, but we're sticking to individuals right now. Like personally, Johnny is LITERALLY the embodiment of Snotlout, so that's why the dude's very own dragon is in this list! Out of the group, he'd be the blacksmith. I imagine he makes the crazy big axes and maces for the lot. (He personally uses a huuuge battle axe.)

MONSTROUS NIGHTMARE. Pairing Johnny up with a dragon that can light itself on fire is a dangerous combo. Lethal duo indeed. And John, being the overprotective father figure that he is, will be making his boy a fireproof set of armor to keep him safe! Johnny and his dragon would definitely fuck around with fire 24/7, too.

SCAULDRON. Quite the opposite compared to the Monstrous Nightmare. The thing shoots boiling hot water from its maw, it can fly, and it can swim. This is why we should fear the ocean, and Johnny, because he and his Scauldron absolutely dominate a fight from the water. And I just think the two of them look silly together. LMAO.

SKRILL. Okay, I guess I have a thing with Johnny handling dragons that control nature's elements. The Skrill doesn't breathe fire or boil water in its mouth, it spits fucking lightning. And it literally rides on thunderstorms to accelerate? Are you kidding? Johnny would have a ball with this one. But in all seriousness, he and Simon are using the darkness of storm clouds to their advantage.

THORNRIDGE. Much like Johnny, the Thornridge has the most stamina out of the other dragons on this list, and lots of endurance! Sure, its abilities are a bit basic (straying from using the elements to its advantage), but it's a very reliable species. Able to fly great distances and handle excessive damage without breaking a sweat. The two would make a great match!

KYLE GARRICK

Kyle "Pretty Boy" Garrick™ handles the beautiful, majestic, graceful dragons 100%. If I liked the Light Fury just a little more, she'd be on this list, but I didn't want to get too basic on dragons from the main franchise, considering the handful I have here already. Kyle would definitely be the saddlemaker of the bunch! Making pretty saddles for every one of his teammates, while putting extra care into the ones he makes for his dragons to display his skills in the art of matching colors and shapes into his handiwork. Biggest fashion icon in Berk.

DEADLY NADDER. Kyle is literally an Astrid encarnate (diva status and fashion statements and all), so of course I had to include her dragon here! Sporting all sorts of pretty colors and deadly tactics (projectile tail spikes? hello?), Kyle would definitely put its abilities to good use!

DEATH SONG. Okay, besides the Stormcutter, the Death Song is like—my second favorite species in the franchise (and my go-to dragon when I played School of Dragons, lmao), so I had to give it to Kyle! Literally a siren in dragon form, with the ability to shoot an amber-like substance to trap opponents in place. Perfect for luring the baddies in without a tussle. (And it's just a pretty species. Like. Look at it.)

SAND WRAITH. Probably the least known species out of every single one I've covered here (it's in School of Dragons more than the actual franchise). Yes, I picked it because it's pretty, but also because of its use of camouflage! Similar build to the Night Fury, too, so it's incredibly agile and steadfast in battle.

TIMBERJACK. This thing literally cuts down trees with a single swipe of its wings, so you definitely do not want to go up against one in battle. While its wings look fragile, they're actually quite the opposite! They're huge and make the perfect shield when used for it. I can imagine Kyle dolling it up with more protective gear, though, just to be sure.

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sugar-petals · 1 month ago

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Heyyy i wondering if you are ever gonna return to doing bts tarot reading they were so good

had an idea for a topic since i'm so curious about it (and i'm sure my fellow army wonder about this, too), and i need to practice my predictive readings, so here it goes:

TAROT FORECAST: what's BTS' comeback gonna be all about?

deck used: golden wheel tarot (classic rider-waites below)

comeback theme: [TWO OF WANDS] - something colliding, belligerent, combative, competitive here? in the golden wheel deck, this card's about butting heads. duels. karate kid. fist fight. dispute. rap battle. two interests against each other. talking about opposition. strife. there could be a reference or similarity to "fire", that song's energy might pop up. hot hot! the theme's about what they're up against, or have been, or what they want to challenge. in any case, not a soft concept. no kisses and roses and fantasy and pastels (that's for the album as a whole as we'll funnily see later). they'll tell haters what bts is all about. if you want an example of a two of wands themed song, that's taylor swifts's "bad blood", or britney's "womanizer". or anything eminem has ever done. confronting someone head on: they will go "daechwita" on us i fear. this card feels like the opposite of "boy with luv" but a lot more heated. it might be like "not today", super energetic, fast-paced. the ram or sheep is the animal here, we get an aries-flavored explosive comeback. which makes sense. aries starts the zodiac.

visuals/music video: [FIVE OF WANDS] - more staffs/wands, yep that's in line with the fierce theme and confirmation. this card is about upbeat playfighting. maknae line energy. there could be action all over the place in the video. the outfits may be martial. green red and yellow colors here, with slight blue hints. golden accents. those are strong visuals, not romantic impulses. something about hand to hand combat? but not destructively severe, more friendly fire. fun stuff, athletic vibes, showing how you get in shape. this card is the training, the card before (two of wands) is the final battle. so this lines up. the courageous visuals are going to showcase their ambitions, it's going to be more male gaze for sure; wands are phallic, combat is typically masculine, remember that the tarot listed them as "batons" in the early days. so we might see baseball bats, flares, torches, sticks, or weaponry? like in "dionysus". the wands theme in this spread is too obvious to ignore, it has to be literal somehow. just like KARD's jiwoo is the queen of swords because she wields the sword, and BM is the king of wands because he wields the hammer (dumb litty mv) as a flex of power. in any case, the music video has all the members handling props. wands are tactile.

lyrics/vocals: [SIX OF WANDS] - just how many wands are in this spread! i can't believe this. well this one is the triumphant card of victory and reward, and victory calls and shouts out loud. the title could be something like hero or we've done it. no mumble rap here. no softness, again. no "house of cards", no "spring day" vocals. winning and conquering and slaying is what they could write about here. "the kings are back", that kind of lyrical theme. starting out strong. if you want an example for a six of wands song, IKON's "anthem" perfectly encapsulates this card. the vocals will be demonstrative, "mic drop" style. can't see a ballad as the main single here. they lead with confidence and accolades and achievement. another trophy, my haters carry em! that's what the six of wands declares. positive message, we have arrived swift like a horse, waving our banner, we are confident in our laurels. this might also suggest a highly successful person joining their album for a collab, likely an older male celebrity. respect is a huge lyrical theme. struggle paying off, nothing to hide.

choreo: [THE HIEROPHANT] - since this is the major arcana in the reading, their dance is the killing part here, the main thing. this card speaks of experience and sticking to old values, it will be serious and difficult to execute, but drawing on what they did before. this will be a traditional bts choreo, this card does not speak of futurism. remember that the hierophant is the priest or pope of the tarot, so this is like assembling the whole vatican. the religious theme, i don't know how this plays out (blessing the masses type of moves with both hands up?), since i associate catholicism in kpop with taemin?! so maybe the choreo is taeminesque, T-poses, fluid yet accurate, jimin-adjacent, which is 100% good news, this choreo will be another big pillar in their discography. also, there will be focus on namjoon - the hierophant is the wise old guy after all, not that our boy joon is ancient but he thinks like it. maybe the hyungs come out dressed up as fancy as one would expect the pope to look like, in all white. gowns in bts choreos are nothing new. capes, ceremonial style cloaks. in any case, the older members get their limelight, and bts stick to their style.

what's the album like: [KNIGHT OF CUPS] - wait a minute. this contradicts the fast and loud and proud title track of the album completely! all wands, all battle, things explode, suddenly we get those lovey-dovey-feely artistic diplomatic phlegmatic cups? the rose tinted glasses are back, so are the ballads, like what? this is definitely a return to bts' usual idealistic body of work and a namjoon signature, all feel-good and slow rather than confrontational. cups don't quarrel with weapons and fire. this one is elevated, gentle, even temperament energy. offering love and sweetness and we miss-yous. begone is the bad blood idea now. no more wands warriors. knight on a horse, but he's taking care of you now, the fighting off enemies part is done lmao! so, after the karate kid theme made the opponents back off, we return to some very sincere songs. are they gonna make us cry? oh yes. will there be sensual songs and poetry? also yes. it's just hilarious to me how the comeback is all action and martial arts and then you look at the album as a whole and it's a message of peace, chivalry, here we come with a carriage, we love you all, please accept our message of love and art. TXT has a cups kind of concept, wands would be more like monsta x going crazy! i'm still shocked about this u-turn, honestly. but it feels very bangtan to have a conciliatory comeback album that is mellow, pleasant, quiet in nature, healthy masculinity. so, don't expect noise songs front to back. i love this knight of cups style album idea, bts will serve their best prince charming.

conclusion: wands energy all over. fierce title track, but: romantic album. interesting! let's check back to this when the comeback drops.

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