#thunder and fire

[pgdoods]

I’m so sorry I keep disappearing, but I got into grad school!

[happylilraichu]

🌟 Rescue Team Stars 🌟

[foreverevanescent]

Kilik’s Birthday Surprise

Kilik’s Birthday Surprise

           Kilik Rung’s morning started with a high pitched being noise that lulled him out of a peaceful sleep. He put his hands over his ears, but this did little to block out the sound. Kilik hit the top of his alarm clock, but the noise did not stop. Kilik lifted his head off of his pillow, and immediately sprung awake when he saw black smoke coming from the halls.

           When he got out of bed, Kilik ran out of the room, and saw no fire. However, he looked to his heft, and saw that the smoke was coming from the kitchen. He sighed, and started rubbing his temples in annoyance.

           “God dammit,” Kilik mumbled, knowing that his weapons, Thunder and Fire, were responsible for the smoke. When he went into the kitchen, he saw Thunder and Fire standing on the breakfast table, with various pots and pans strewn about, various stains on the cupboards and other kitchen appliances from food mixes, and powder all over the floor.

           “Thunder! Fire! How many times have I told you guys to tell me when you…” Kilik began to shout before he got close enough to the table to see what was behind Thunder and Fire. It was a multi layered vanilla cake with various chocolate candies covering it. On top of it, ‘Happy Birthday Kilik’ was written sloppily in red cake frosting.

           “You…guys made this for me?” Kilik asked, completely shocked at this gift from his kid friends and weapons. They both nodded with Thunder producing a little calendar, with the date ‘March 6’ circled numerous times in multiple different crayons. Kilik smiled warmly at the two and wrapped them both in a hug.

           “Awwww…thanks you guys. This was really nice of you,” Kilik said. ‘Especially since I’ve been so busy with school that I completely forgot that my birthday was today,’ Kilik thought to himself while Thunder was nuzzling her head in Kilik’s shoulder and Fire was laying his head on Kilik’s arm.

           Their moment was cut off by a drop of cake mix landing on Kilik’s nose. He looked up, and saw stains of cake mix all over the ceiling.

           “You two do know that you’re cleaning all this up, right?” Kilik stated, looking down at Thunder and Fire. The twins looked at each other, then back at Kilik before nodding. Kilik got up and ruffled their hair.

           “After you guys are done cleaning up, maybe we can go out and celebrate. I heard about this new restaurant that opened up near our house, and since I don’t have school today, I can afford to take a break. What do you guys think?” Kilik asked. The twins responded with quick nods, before they went to get a mop and some paper towels. While they were starting to clean, Kilik, took a bite out of the cake.

           “Really good for a first try, you guys. We can have this later tonight too after we get back. Oh, and thanks again for this. I really appreciate this,” Kilik said with a warm smile before he left the kitchen to go back to his own room and study. The twins responded with smiles of their own and gave each other a thumbs up before getting back to work.

[happylilraichu]

Thunderstruck by Owl City and Sarah Russel is making me really emotional about my PMD team

I feel you glowing in the dark When I collapse into your arms I’m just a stranger in the stars

‘Cause somehow it seems when I am with you That all of my dreams begin to come true And carefully you carry me away

They’re all grown up and fully evolved and they’ve been through so much, but they’re still together going strong, and they’ve got a little home of their own where they can curl up into each other after a long day of rescues. Raichu faintly glowing (as Raichu do according to some pokedex entries), snuggled up against Blaziken’s warm feathers, watching the rain fall through their little window. Both silently grateful that Raichu chose to stay and that they had the chance to build this life together.

[cocokoalatea]

Twin set 6 - Thunder and Fire!

[rangerzath]

It was mostly noiseless on the shuttle. A few hushed whimpers were the only sound to break up the silence. She stared at the deckplate, already a master at not drawing attention to herself. A sudden drop of altitude made her glance up quickly and lock eyes with the man sitting across from her. He had a different look about him than the other slaves in the drop ship. His eyes seemed sharp and not dulled from the pain their lives could be; but it was a confident smirk on his face that drew her attention most and caused her to look far longer than she needed to. His grin widened and he winked at her before she drops her gaze once more to the floor of the shuttle.

When they finally arrived on Korriban she was ushered off with the rest of the slaves, keeping her head down and following all their instructions.

“This the Sith capital? Never was a fan of the color red myself.”

She didn’t look up but could only guess where the bold words came from.

“Watch your tongue slave!” Barked the Overseer. “You should be grateful you can even breathe the air here.” Glancing around back towards the other new acolytes he sneered. “Nothing but alien trash and useless humans.”

“Takes one to know one right? Spoken like a true half-breed.”

This time she looked up briefly. She knew without a doubt this boy was dead because of his words. But as she looked at him; a mirthless grin on his face and a hard edge to his eye, she felt as if he was planning something that she couldn’t see.

The Overseer snarled, his face turning red and snapped his fingers. “This one needs extra attention. I’ll deal with you personally in a moment, worthless filth.”

The soldiers clapped him Force-inhibitor cuffs on his wrists and dragged him from the room but not before he looked up and locked eyes with her. He smiled again and winked at her, but this time it was genuine, it seemed to pass unspoken words to her.

“See ya later Taw-“ He whispered aloud before they hauled him up the steps into a different corridor out of sight.

She dropped her gaze. She knew what happened to slaves that spoke out of turn. At that moment she was grateful for learning the lesson early in her life. She put the condemned boy out of her mind but for some reason the nickname still sounded in her ears long after the Overseer began speaking again. That night when she went to sleep in the acolyte’s quarters she had long forgotten the earlier shuttle ride and the disturbance at the landing zone.

xXx

He wants to laugh when he sees her again. He had no doubt that she’d make it off of that red planet. It was something he felt in her, something strong when they locked eyes on the shuttle. Something that made him almost second guess his escape plan.

She doesn’t look his way when they pass on Nar Shaddaa. She probably doesn’t recognize him, though she never looked long enough to commit his form to memory he thinks dejectedly. She has a young Twi’lek girl at her side, who was shadowed closely by an Imperial Agent with a slight limp in his step. Trailing slightly behind the trio was a man with sharp eyes and a tattoo on his face; no doubt someone that would appear handsome to most.

He stops walking and turns around slightly to stare a moment longer than necessary. She has a more confident walk about her with her head held high. He wonders where she picked that up and then his body stills. He looks back to the tattooed pirate at her side and watches her smile softly at him after he says something no doubt clever with a smirk.

After all a tattoo isn’t a slave brand. Even without physical chains someone like him is never going to be free.

xXx

It’s on Hoth that their paths cross again, but this time he doesn't see her but comes across the Agent under her service instead.

“You’re the Agent assigned to Darth Sidereus, right?” He called out.

The Agent turned around and regarded him as he jogged to catch up to him at the elevator, with the small Taunlet in his arms. The Agent is slightly shorter than himself and a small build. He notes the scars and implants on the other man, no doubt received in service to his Empire.

“That’s correct. Who are you?” The Agent looked down at the taunlet in his arms.

“Nobody really, just an old acquaintance of your boss. You mind taking this little fella off my hands?

“What…..”

He dumps the taunlet quickly in the Agents arms and turns around to jump aboard the elevator.

“You can’t just--”

“He needs somewhere warm to stay besides I see that girl you always shadow has one. Think of how happy she’ll be when you bring back a playmate.” He smirks down at the other man as he sees him scramble for something to say.

“What’s its name?” The Agent called out to him holding the small taunlet to his chest as it snuggles into his jacket.

“He doesn’t have one.” He calls down before the elevator shaft closes off.

Just like his former master.

xXx

He knows its his end as he sheathes his lightsaber a final time and stumbled out of the building, blood on his hands. At least its not all his own. He grins morbidly at the thought. He must be going crazy he thinks to himself, all that he can think about is that say on the slave shuttle headed for Korriban, how that girl looked at him, how it made him feel like a person and not just a slab of meat. He laughs and coughs up more blood. She might have forgotten him but he couldn’t forget her. That dark hair and those gray eyes.

His feet stumble unable to keep him balanced from the loss of blood and he falls into a small deserted alleyway. He winces and looks down at the wound on his abdomen. He laughs and closes his eyes. If he tries hard enough he can picture her. He coughs again, his breath becoming more shallow.

He absently wonders what they’ll put on his gravestone if he even gets one; if the droids don’t dump him into the incineration pits first. The thought makes him grin.

The Man With No Name Yeah. That sounds about right….

[pegasus-descended]

Spitfire and Kazu - Thunder and Fire

 The news claimed a helicopter knocked over the apartment building, even though the fire started long before the helicopter arrived. The news said several people were killed, but they didn't name who.

 It was Kaito who returned Kazu to Onee-chan. The police told her he was there at the helicopter crash. They told her he was lucky. They told her he needed rest.

 She hugged him and told him everything was going to be alright, even though Kazu knew now that it really wasn't. Spitfire switched their Treks and ran back into battle.

 He was so tired. He tried to grab the end of Spitfire's coat when he turned but failed to do so and the Flame King was gone. Kazu thought that would be the last time he saw him. He didn't want the Regalia. He didn't want to be a King.

 If anything, he wanted to be with Spitfire, and to have him train the blond until he knew for sure he was ready. Now he was gone, and now Kazu felt alone.

 He watched the news report on YouTube when he could. The had 'actual footage' of the disaster, but no Storm Riders were caught on tape. Sometimes, the footage skipped or was repeated, and Kazu was sure the news had cut out the fighters on the building.

   It had been several days since the Fire. He had spent a lot of time in his bedroom. His sister was sure something was wrong, but she didn't ask. However, she was happy when he was in the process of putting on his Treks and told her he was going outside for a bit.

 She told him to be safe. He told her he would. And he was out the door in a flash, riding along the road until he made it downtown where he ground the railings on the tops of the highest buildings and jumped seemingly impossible distances.

   And for the first time in days, he rode.

[soul-dwelling-not]

Pot Of Fire Pot Of Thunder by ~Tawiie (Tumblr)