#nado

[drunkenmantis]

Lullaby

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Little sketch of Nado taking care of Spectra for a bit, cause they totally didn’t get sparkling fever after seeing the little bitty. Spectra belongs to @drill-bits

[charlie-is-fine]

TORNADO TIME BABYYYY

It ain’t Spring in the Midwest until there’s a tornado

[intrusodamente]

I have a feeling that most people don't consider that sharknados might be caused by Airbender (evil) sharks or just tornado summoner (evil) sharks rather tben just a coincidence or a natural event, I specify (evil) shark cause a normal (not evil) shark would just use their supernatural abilities to push bird and seals into the water and have a easy meal

so basically in this case any tornado caused by a shark is a sharknado, but more sharks will will be able to make a bigger tornado,

also a normal (not evil) shark could also just use the tornado for transportation

[overdoso]

Balé aquático

[lowkeyartdemon]

For @drunkenmantis

Their oc Nado

[a-very-tired-raven]

what do their bedrooms look like (boys of your choice)

Nado: He has a very pleasing room to look at. While the overall colors of his room(walls, bedsheet) are a nice sky blue and grey, he has many models of air planes, storm chasing vehicles, and race cars that give a nice vibrant contrast. Not to mention a modest baseball hat and jersey collection donning one wall. He has a regular sized closet.

His room is very neat and organized, saved for a couple playing cards scattered between his model shelf and work desk, a couple pencils and pens left out, a trashcan filled with rejected sketches, and spare model parts laying around.

Also..his bed sheets have clouds on them, the bedframe having engraved stars and tornados, and a signed baseball bat in the corner next to his bed.

Beats: His room is a contrast between being both retro and vintage themed. His room is rather big, as he needs space to relax and practice cordeo when he doesn't want to go to the studio.

Under his bed, and stretching out underneath his desk and tables, he has a very large black rug. It has the same colored shape patterns on it you'd see at old skating rinks. He has numerous vinyl records, tour posters, and glass frames of albums on his wall of his favorite musicians(two of those including two of tangos biggest hitting songs.) He has a huge closet.

In the corner, he has a large bean bag. Next to it, he has a vintage vinyl record table, a very very old radio(both with their own tables.), and a big shelf with a cd player, CDs, and a whiteboard.

His walls are a weird grey green color that fits oddly nice, and he has a full length mirror behind his door.

Boxer: He doesn't have a very big room. It's not small, but it's just big enough to his liking. He has a smaller bed, not too big, and the kind that has shelves underneath as the bedframe. It has a red comforter with a basic pirate design printed all over. The walls are brick, with a smooth floor the same as gym floors. He has a black mat directly in the center of his room, with a punching bag. There's a rack with three hooks right above his bed that he keeps his three hats on.

He has a dart board on the back of his door, weights in the corner of his room, and very very small shelves with vintage comic books. On the bottom of his shelf, is pre-assembled models of two helicopters, a train, and a pirate ship. He also has a couple figures of his favorite heroes made of paperclips that he paid gen to make him. He doesn't have a closet, but does have a very small chest at the foot of his bed and a mini fridge.

Next to his bed he has the skinniest nightstand you'll ever see, with a family photo, and a small box with a ring collection, and a silver watch dead center. His is the only room here without a window

Sap: Sap has a very cozy room. The walls are a lovely maple color, and his floors wooden with a red stain. He has a small walkway from the door to his bed made of carpet.

He has a small closet, though instead of hanging his clothes up, he keeps them in a wooden chest that's inside his closet. Because of this, his closet is pretty empty actually, save for a trashcan, and a suite and hat that's hung up for special occasions.

He has one desk in his room, that's actually pretty big. It has a computer modled from the 2010's, a vintage radio, a stack of journals, a cup holding pens and pencils, and a very very very old rubix cube he got from his Alphys. He only has three things in his walls. A mirror above his nightstand, a huge world map above his bed, and a dart board all alone on his wall across from his bed.

And lastly, he has a cute nightstand next to his bed. It has a photo of him and his brother, a photo of his undyne, a beautiful pocket knife his undyne gave him, and a pack of playing cards in the one drawer that's in it.

Patch: His room is the biggest mix between a hippie vibe and a clinic. He has a hammock for a bed, to which he sleeps with a patchwork blanket. He has a metal desk, with numerous lab equipment, sharped pencils, and notebooks laid across.

On the wall behind his door, he has a bookshelf filled with books, photo albums, CDs, and wood carvings. Next to it, is a huge circular window with a ledge you can sit on. Right next to his hammock is a small bin filled with knitting tools, and he has numerous cross-stitched fabrics on his walls. He also has a huge cage for his pet rats.

[thegentlemancollects]

[fruitcoops]

not sure if this will make sense for a fic request but a written snapshot of the bus at night after a game? who is sleeping on whose shoulder, who is watching tape, who’s listening to music or reading, etc

Super cute, and makes total sense <3 Lions credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Hockey was love, and hockey was exhausting. Arthur stretched his neck with a grimace; that stubborn crick had been hanging around for two days and showed no sign of leaving. He had been kicking himself for leaving his neck pillow at home all week. Despite not setting foot in a game in twenty years, he felt as if he had played three full periods on extended shifts.

A quick glance in the rearview mirror showed that he was not alone—not a peep had escaped his players in more than an hour, save for the occasional snuffle or snore or sleepy protest when the bus hit a pothole. It was fully night outside the windows, but the highway lights were just bright enough to make out their shapes. After so long, he knew his team from shadows alone.

Nado, passed out on Kuny’s shoulder as the taller man’s headphones began to slide off his ears while he dozed. Kasey, stretched out with his sneakers dangling over the edge, his single seat a gift from O’Hara. Finn himself, crammed in next to his boys until they were hardly more than a blob of heavy coats and too-long winning streak hair.

Cap and Loops had curled up in the middle of the bus—after seven years, Arthur had never seen the captain sit anywhere but the middle of the action—with Loops just barely visible against the window. Across from them, Talker and Pots were loud even in sleep, their snores harmonizing until Dumo (also in his own seat upon a stern request) gave them a light kick and both fell silent.

They entered a tunnel and the night grew darker. Arthur gave up his mental checklist of players and checked his watch, feeling his heart pang at the numbers blinking back at him. They had planned on being back home hours ago, but traffic was traffic and Molly had been nothing but understanding when he called to break the news of their delay. It still stung to not be home to put the kids to bed for the third night in a row.

Part of the Cubs’ huddle made an incoherent noise and he heard Finn murmur something in a sleep-thick accent, followed by a bit of shuffling; a glance back showed Knut readjusting to lay across their laps and Tremzy’s hand rubbing his back.

Arthur smiled to himself—he had never been overly fussed with team relationships of any kind as long as they didn’t affect the game. Happy players made better, safer, smarter choices on the ice. Hell, players showing off for their partners put an extra bit of effort in, even if the rate of eye rolls at O’Hara’s cocky grin had increased exponentially over the past few months. Not to mention the captain opening up to the world, something Arthur had been waiting to see.

“Coach?”

He startled, searching for the voice in the dark until someone waved from the nearest blanket nest. “Hey, Halla, you okay?”

“Juu,” came the sleepy mumble. “How long left?”

“ ‘Bout an hour,” Arthur answered quietly. “We were going to do a rest stop a few minutes ago, but everyone’s out pretty hard.”

Olli hummed, then burrowed back into his blanket. It only took a half minute before Arthur heard his breathing even out.

“About an hour,” he repeated under his breath, stretching both arms over the seat. He would make sure everyone was awake enough to drive before letting them head out, of course, but home sounded pretty damn good.