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theres-a-body-here · 4 months

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Hi could you do Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, lifewaver and Mauga (separately) where they have matching skins with thier s/o

It took some convincing to make these boys match with you, some more than others, but you were determined to be twinsies on the field.

I threw in two extras, as a treat

Cole Cassidy - Sherlock Holmes and Watson

Took little to no convincing to have him match with you, but he was dead set on being Sherlock

This isn't negotiable

Expect to hear everything but your name out there

"Dear boy", "Watson", and "My dear" is all you're gonna be referred as

Cassidy will refuse to respond to you unless you refer to him as "sir" or "boss"

You could take a bullet to the side and he'll be kneeling over you like: "Hmm, yes, that is indeed a nasty wound my boy"

"You're a moron.....Sir" you groan out as he drags you to Mercy

Eventually, you really play into the roll

wrapping your arms around Cassidy from behind as you press your cheek against his

"Do you have a plan, Boss?"

He coughs, being caught off guard

"Yes, my dear Watson...it's uhh....ya know, this" He says as he spins peacemaker in his hands

"World's greatest detective, everyone" You remark sarcastically

Genji Shimada - Kamen Rider

He's actually the one who first asked to match costumes

You both bickered over who to be

Genji insisted you dress as Evolto, but you also wanted to be Kamen

In the end, you both dressed as Kamen

Genji dressed as Kamen Rider Blade

You dressed as Kamen Rider Gaia

You both pose and exclaim with a loud "Henshin!" after every elimination

The others don't really get it

Genji kinda just shuffles over and hugs you, pressing his faceplate into your chest sadly after being called a "Power Ranger" for the 5th time.

You have to stifle your laughter as you comfort him

"It's not the same thing," he whines, voice muffled by your chest

"Yeah buddy, they're completely different franchises," you chuckle out, rubbing his back

Niran "Bua" Pruksamanee - Bee and Flower

Pretty excited to match costumes with you

Niran took a pretty long time to pick which flower to dress as

"Maybe I should stick with Lotus, but...Jasmines..." he mutters as he brings fabrics to his chest, imagining himself as each flower

you sat on his bed wearing a bumblebee suit, watching on as Niran struggled to make a decision

He settles on fuchsia, bright purples and trailing fabric

Costume is so extravagant that you look comically out of place in your cheap Bee outfit

Niran doesn't mind, in fact, he finds it cute

He especially loves your puns

"Bee mine," you coo as you kiss his cheek

He chuckles as he returns the kiss

Hanzo Shimada - Cupid and Eros

You're gonna have to bust out all your tricks to convince this man to wear something so, in his words, undignified

What ever you do to get him into the cupid costume, expect complaints

"This is....embarassing," he mutters begrudgingly as he sits on your bed, tugging at his pastel pink wings

The bathroom door opens as you step out in your Eros outfit

"How do I look, Babe?'

Hanzo's face immediately erupts into a blazing red

"Wh-What are you wearing?" he exclaims as he adverts his gaze, looking at anywhere but you

Your outfit is... minimal to say the least

Wings, red sash, sandals, bow, and a thin loincloth. That's literally it

Besides that? Nearly all of your skin was on display

"Aww, you don't like it?" you tease as you walk closer to Hanzo

You straddle his lap, feeling him stiffen under you

You cup his face while you rub his cheeks with your thumbs

"I'm just teasing you. I have a much more modest outfit ready

Hanzo lets out a sigh as he looks at you

You lean in closer, ghosting your lips over his ear

"This one is for tonight" you whisper

Hanzo swears you'll be the end of him one day

Maugaloa Malosi - Māui and Hine-nui-te-pō

You brought up the idea of matching costumes and he instantly had a mischievous look in his eyes

He agreed on the condition that he chooses the theme

He dressed as Māui and he helped make a costume for you

You recognized Māui from a movie, but you had no idea who Hine-nui-te-pō was

"Don't worry about it" he assured you with a chuckle

You two had a blast on the battlefield with your matching costumes

Although, you couldn't help but think something was up every time Mauga glanced at you

He'd smirk and throw you a wink

But this was Mauga, so it didn't really set off a red flag

Its not until the end of the battle where a talon grunt said something

"What he'd do to convince you to dress like that?"

You looked confused. The grunt explained she was from New Zealand.

She told you the story of Māui and Hine-nui-te-pō

Your face went from shock, embarrassment, to rage

You stomped your way to Mauga, who wore a shit-eating grin

You stood in front of him as your swung your hands to slap him

But you're too short

"God dammit! Lean over, asshole!" you cry as you jump at him Mauga breaks into a fit of laughter as he picks you up and swings you around

Jamison Fawkes - Yoshikage Kira and Killer Queen

Surprisingly, Junkrat was pretty hesitant to match costumes

He was worried changing clothes would include bathing

He likes his soot and burns thank you very much

"I have an aesthetic to maintain, mate"

But you knew how to break him

The moment the words "turns anything into a bomb" left your lips, he was instantly on board

Obviously he was gonna be the explosion cat

But since this was Junkrat, you had to approve his costume beforehand

You deadass had to explain to him why entering a bathtub of alcohol and pink sharpie markers to color his skin was a terrible idea

"But the damn cat's pink isn't it?" He asks, dumbfounded that you had a problem with his genius idea

"We'll use facepaint, babe"

You show off your costumes to the rest

Jamie wearing cat ears, Pink face paint, and leather gloves

You wearing a suit, dyed your hair blond, and severed mannequin hand in your pocket

After an ultimate that wiped out a good number of the enemy team, Junkrat clears his throat to speak

"Watashi no na wa "Kira yoshikage" nenrei 33-sai jitaku wa moriōchō hokutō-bu no bessō chitai ni ari ..."

The rest of you kinda stood around staring at him shocked

"I didn't know Mr. Fawkes knew japanese," Mei comments to you in a hushed voice, not wanting to interrupt Junkrat

You and Roadhog kinda look at each other

"He doesn't" you both say in unison

Reinhardt Wilhelm - Knight and Squire

A Knight and his squire? Count him in!

To be honest, you being his squire is somewhat of a fantasy he has, so Reinhardt was pretty excited to match costumes with you

You let him have a major say in your outfit since it was apparent this was big for him

He picked out colors of the old Crusade; Muted browns, greens and vibrant golds

Reinhardt wore his Balderich outfit

He fumbled to find a camera to capture the moment

Before you two left to meet up with the others for training drills, Reinhardt stopped you

"Y/N...can you...do something for me?" He asks nervously, voice almost a whisper

"Yeah sure, what's up big guy?"

"Can you bring me my hammer?" he finally responds after a while

You shrug and walk over to grab the massive weapon, bringing it over with a bit of strain

You had an idea of why he asked you to do this

You knelt on one knee and raised the hammer with both hands

"Your hammer, Sir Wilhelm"

Reinhardt's hands clench into a fists, the fabric of the gloves making a creaking sound from the pressure

He pushes the hammer aside and pulls you in for a bone crushing bear hug

"You've made this old dog happy, Y/N" he mutters as he nuzzles his face into your neck

"Yeah, sure, no problem" you strain out as you see spots on your vision

Reinhardt drops you immediately

"Sorry..." he mutters as he pats your shoulder

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wheels-of-despair · 8 months

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The Taming of the Crow Pairing: Koner x You Summary: A lady of the Free Folk spots a scared little crow on a snowy mountaintop�� of course she's bringing him home. Contains: A wildling with a gift, a crow who's ready for the cold embrace of death, switching POVs, unexpected (and misinterpreted) kindness, being tied up but not in a sexy way, possessiveness, brat-taming, whipping, teasing, sickness, nursing back to health, miracle cure, accidental cuddling, dreams about dead men with blue eyes, comfort, happy endings for both the Koner and the story itself. Words: 9k [Part One: 4k / Part Two: 5k] Do Not Interact, youths and ageless blogs, or you will be blocked.

"Look what we caught."

Koner was thrown to the ground, hands bound in front him, with no time to brace himself. The snow hit his face like a fist. When one of the wildlings gripped him by the hair and hauled him to his knees, he could see the blood his eyebrow left behind on the snow. It continued flowing down his face, causing him to squint his eye. He couldn't see much anyway; just the silhouettes of a handful of wildlings against the setting sun, which glared in his good eye.

"Been a while since we had crow for supper."

"You couldn't have caught a fatter one?"

He'd heard stories about wildlings boiling men of the Night's Watch alive. Would they drag him back to their village for a pot big enough? Or would they all crowd around his body and start gnawing at him raw? Koner wished he'd died with the rest of his brothers. He wished he hadn't been assigned to the search party to bring back the missing rangers. He wished he'd never joined the Night's Watch. He wished he'd never fucking been born at all.

"The others died fighting. This is all that was left."

Perhaps if he shifted his weight next time they dropped him, he could hit his head hard enough to knock himself out. Would the feeling of wildling teeth ripping into his flesh wake him up? He hoped not.

"He'll only slow us down. Kill him, burn him, be done with it."

At least it would be quick. Koner closed his eyes and felt tears of relief escape. They froze halfway down his cheeks. A hand grabbed his hair and yanked it back, exposing his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the cold, sharp edge of the blade to end him.

"Wait."

Koner felt his heart stop. Were they going to torture him after all?

Snow crunched in front of him, and a gloved hand touched his face. The fist that had tried to rip his hair from the roots released him. Koner dared to take a peek, and was met by the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. A woman. A wildling woman, staring at him so hard, he could feel his insides squirm.

"I've seen this one before… but he wasn't dressed as a crow."

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

"You let one spearwife bring home a baby crow, now they all fucking want one."

You stared into the teary eyes of the boy cowering before you, and your mind was made. This was the one. Another tear spilled, and you gently wiped it away with your glove before it could freeze. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"Come on," someone groaned from behind you. "We were supposed to be back by nightfall."

"He's coming with us," you stated.

"The fuck he is."

"What's Norryn going to say when he finds out I recognized someone and you refused to bring him back?" You turned and stood boot-to-boot with Skag, fixing him with your best glower. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the crow.

"Get up!" Skag ordered, jerking your little crow backward by the collar of his cloak. He lost his balance and fell back against his captor's legs. Skag stepped back and kicked the little crow's shoulder. The boy fell forward again and did his best to curl into a ball.

"Stop."

Skag delivered another kick to the crow's back, and he yelped. You stepped between them, eyes blazing.

"He's mine," you growled.

"Then you're responsible for getting him back. Here," he smirked, handing you the rope. "Good luck."

You took the rope, and the party began gathering the weapons they'd taken from the band of crows that were still burning on the other side of the mountain. You kneeled next to the boy and placed a hand on his arm.

"Come on, Little Crow," you said quietly, so only he could hear. "Stay close to me, and you'll be alright." He looked up at you with wet eyes and a quivering lip. You gave him a gentle smile, and reached down to help him stand.

"Don't try to run," you muttered as you straightened and brushed the snow off the collar of his black cloak. "If you try to run, I can't help you." He sniffled, and you took that as an agreement.

"Go on," you prodded. He began clomping through the snow after the rest of your party. Had this boy ever even seen the snow before? You followed behind with a smile he couldn't see, thinking about all the things you'd have to teach him.

You didn't generally get out much, but a strange dream had led you and a small guard to visit a nearby clan who'd just acquired a new chieftain. You could see faces, but you didn't know names. Sometimes you had to connect the two in the daytime, to make understanding and explaining your dreams a bit easier.

You weren't a greenseer; who knows when the last of those died out. You hadn't been gifted with the power to warg into creatures, which was a shame. No, your only skill was dreaming. Sometimes you dreamed of things that hadn't happened yet. People in positions of power liked to know these things. And so you were kept nearby, in a tent of your own, left alone to dream. You had special tea to lull you into unconsciousness when the time came, and spent the rest of your time fletching arrows or braiding ropes. It was an easy life, though not an exceptionally fulfilling one. And a bit lonely, to be honest. People generally found you odd and tried to maintain their distance.

Free Folk with wary eyes cleared a path when they saw you enter the village. You picked up the slack in the rope binding your crow as you approached them.

"They're taking us to our chieftain," you said quietly to his back. "He decides if you live or die. Behave, Little Crow, and you might live to see another day."

He didn't respond. Can he talk? You wondered what his voice would sound like when you finally pried a word from him.

A gang of children surrounded you on the way to the chieftan's hut, taunting the man in black and throwing snowballs. He tried to duck his head, but there wasn't much he could do to shield himself with his hands bound.

"Get lost, you little whelps," you snapped, pushing the closest one. He lost his balance and fell over, landing on his rump in the snow. The child stuck his tongue out at you, and you returned the gesture.

One by one, the warriors ahead of you disappeared into the large hut at the center of the village.

"Best behavior, Little Crow," you reminded him.

It took a moment for Koner's eyes to adjust when he stepped inside the structure. It was dark, with a fire in the center. The wildlings he'd followed in formed a circle around the flames, along with a man he hadn't seen before. This must be the chieftain.

"Here," one of the men said to the woman behind him, holding out a hand. She gave the rope to him and stepped around Koner, eyes on the man by the fire. She walked to him and spoke in a hushed tone, looking back at Koner occasionally.

The chieftain stared at Koner with blue eyes that pierced like knives. He couldn't hold the man's gaze; his eyes dropped to the floor instead. He listened hard, but couldn't make out anything they were saying. Eventually, he heard the wildlings stir, and most of the raiding party headed out. He stared at the floor as they passed.

When he looked up, only the girl, the chieftain, his capturer, and one other man were left. They were all glancing at him and speaking lowly. Was he back to being dinner? The girl laughed. Had she stolen his quick death from him so that she might bring him home to become a meal for the chief? A sacrifice to whatever heathen god they prayed to? Or perhaps a slave?

He wasn't close to the fire, but being inside and away from the whipping wind certainly reinvigorated him. It was the warmest he'd been in days. When the wildlings attacked, he'd been so cold, he couldn't feel his hands or his feet. He'd tried to fight back, but his hands simply wouldn't work. Grasping a sword was hard enough through thick gloves, but with frozen hands? He was useless. And his brothers died knowing it.

As the feeling returned to his extremities, a fire began burning in his belly. He may be bound, but he can give these fuckers a little hell before they kill him. He's not going to let them eat him, or mutilate him, or turn him into slave. Not without a fight.

"You can keep the little crow. But he stays bound until he proves trustworthy."

"Thank you," you grinned. You knew he'd listen. You wanted to point and laugh in Skag's stupid face, but you knew better. You returned to your crow, pleased to see a little color in his face now.

You reached for the rope… and the little fucker headbutted you.

He was stronger than he looked.

It knocked you onto your arse. You clutched your bleeding nose and looked up at him in shock. Is this the same Little Crow whose tears you'd wiped away just a few hours ago?

Skag was on him in an instant, knife to his throat.

"Don't!" you yelled. "He's just afraid, let him alone!"

Norryn and Dradir, your uncle, flanked you as you rose from the floor. The boy breathed heavily, knife still at his throat. His eyes were wild, like an animal that knows it's been cornered.

"Let him go," you urged.

"Can't trust a fucking crow. Let me put an end to this now, Norryn."

You looked to the chieftain with pleading eyes. He sighed.

"Doing it now will save you a lot of headache, girl. And heartache, too."

You shook your head.

"Alright," he exhaled. "But he stays bound. And you're staying close." You nod. Norryn walked toward the door, then turned to look at the crow again before stepping through it. "Skag, strip him and tie him so he can't run."

Skag grinned a wicked grin, revealing his jagged teeth, and began cutting the crow's clothes away.

"I'll do it," you offered, stepping forward. Your uncle grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.

"Crows are like dogs. If you don't train them right, show them who's the master, they'll walk all over you."

You glared up at him.

"He needs to be punished for this."

You bristled.

"Are you going to do it, or am I going to do it?"

"I'll do it," you said through gritted teeth.

"Are you going to do it, or are you just saying you're going to do it?"

"I'll fucking do it!"

"You better. Skag, get him to her tent." Dradir followed Norryn, leaving you alone with a grinning Skag and a blushing crow with everything on display.

Koner had been so stunned by the pain of headbutting another person's incredibly thick skull, he barely registered that he was being stripped. His was naked and shivering by the time the fog in his head began to clear.

The girl had a trail of blood from her nose to her chin. It wasn't his fault she was the first to approach. He'd hoped it would be the fucker who kept kicking him on the mountain. He did what he had to do. And he was still seeing stars from it.

The ugly bastard jerked the rope holding his hands and dragged him outside. This is the way, then? They're going to hang him up outside and let the cold take him? He'd heard freezing to death wasn't such a bad way to go. Some said it was like falling asleep. But how would they know, if they were alive to tell the tale?

The cold on his naked body was too much to bear. Surely the frostbite was setting in already. Even if they didn't kill him soon, he'd turn black and fall off bit by bit.

Koner was dragged into a nearby tent. The fire was almost out. He couldn't see anything else in the dim light. Skag pulled him to a pole at the center of the shelter, hoisted his hands, and tied them above his head. Koner was shivering too hard to put up a fight, or even kick as Skag tied his feet together.

He could see the girl kneeling by the fire out of the corner of his eye. She poked at it, and the flames appeared again. He wished he could go lie in it. She stood and faced him, crossing her arms and frowning.

"Get out," she snapped at the smirking wildling with the jagged teeth.

Skag had dragged your poor little crow through the snow, naked as the day he was born. A person could freeze out here in minutes, but as your tent was situated just a few seconds away, you thought the boy could make it. Not that there was an alternative. You felt guilty for bringing him here. For making him tremble like that. For what you had to do next.

"You want me to do it?" Skag smirked. He'd tear him to shreds.

"He's mine. Get out."

Skag laughed and left. You knelt by the fire for a moment, watching your crow shiver. You'd at least let him warm up first.

When his body began to still, you left your place by the fire and went to him. You stood on the other side of the pole so you could look into his eyes.

"Why did you do that, Little Crow?"

He glared.

"Can't you see that I'm trying to help you?"

Nothing.

"Can you speak, Little Crow?"

He turned his head away from you.

You sighed, stomped toward your bed, and began undressing. You don't need all these furs in here with that fire blazing. Once you'd shed a few layers, you eyed the long strip of leather that loops around your coat to hold it closed. You ran your fingers over the smooth surface, picked it up, and returned to your crow.

"I had no intention of hurting you, Little Crow. But you've been bad and embarrassed us both, so now I have to." He still wouldn't look at you. You stepped to his side. "Stay still. It'll be over soon."

You raised the strap and brought it down on his rear. He jumped as the leather cracked against his flesh, but didn't cry out. He kept his head down, facing away from you. You swung again, lower this time, and he reacted the same.

You painted beautiful red stripes across your crow's backside - careful not to break his pretty pale skin - from his shoulders to his knees. He never made a sound. He was much tougher than he looked; you were quite proud of him. Finally, you dropped your strap to the floor and stepped toward him.

"Do you understand why I had to punish you, Little Crow?" you asked. He shifted his weight between his bound feet, but didn't respond. You stepped in front of him… and then you understood.

His hardened cock was dripping on the floor.

"You weren't supposed to enjoy your punishment, you filthy Little Crow," you teased. "Look at me." He didn't. "Look at me," you repeated, a little louder.

He finally did. His eyes were big and full of fear again, just like they were when you first found him. You glanced downward. "You like it when a woman takes charge, Little Crow?" His cock twitched. "I think you do," you said in a mocking tone, meeting his eye again and feeling quite wicked.

You reached down and touched a single finger to the base of his cock. He whimpered. With a smirk, you lightly trailed your fingertip up the underside of his shaft, barely even grazing him. When you reached the tip, he exploded with a moan. It was the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard.

You'd never seen that much seed spill out of one man before. You stood there and watched in awe. All that? From a single touch? How hard could you make him cum if you'd really tried?

When his choked moans turned to shallow pants, you decided to play with him a little more.

"Did you enjoy that, Little Crow?" you asked slyly.

He looked up at you… and burst into tears.

It was then that Dradir decided to check on you.

"HA! She actually did it! He's blubbering like a baby! Didn't think you had it in you, girl!" You stepped to the fire, picked up the wooden cup you used for tea, and hurled it at him. He blocked it with a forearm and it clattered to the floor. He exited quickly, and you could hear him cackling as he left. You returned to your crow, still crying and trying to hide his face.

"Talk to me, Little Crow," you said hurriedly, "tell me what's wrong."

He shook his head and continued sobbing. His arms were still tied above him; his head rested between them. You couldn't see his face unless you knelt in front of him.

"If I let you down, are you going to behave?"

He lifted his head enough to nod.

You reached up and fumbled with the rope, until eventually it fell. His hands, still bound in front of him, came to cover his parts.

"Sit down, Little Crow, you're alright."

He sank to his knees and leaned his shoulder against the pole he had been tied to, still sobbing. His face was so red, it looked ready to bleed. You sat across from him, puzzled and a little afraid.

Eventually, his sobs turned to sniffles.

When you sensed that he'd calmed down, you tried again.

"Are you alright?"

He mumbled something that you couldn't quite make out.

"Speak up, Little Crow."

"Are you going to eat me?"

You barked out a laugh, and he flinched.

"I don't much care for crow," you teased. Surely he's not serious? He tilted his head downward and glanced up at you with his big brown eyes. Yes, he's serious.

"We don't eat people here, Little Crow," you told him gently. "Thenns do that. And I fucking hate Thenns."

"Then what are you going to do with me?" he asked meekly, glancing up for half a second before averting his eyes again.

"What do you want me to do with you?"

He shrugged.

"I think for tonight… I might feed you and put you to bed."

He looked up in confusion.

"What did you expect, Little Crow?"

He swallowed and looked at the floor.

"Do you remember what I told you on the mountain, Little Crow?" He blinked. "I told you to stay close to me, and you'd be alright."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you protecting me?"

"I saw you in a dream."

He lifted his head and looked up at you, finally.

"I'm a dreamer, Little Crow. Sometimes I see things in my dreams that haven't happened yet."

"And you saw me?"

You nodded.

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know yet, in the grand scheme of things. But for us? It means you're mine. And if anyone dares to lay a hand on you, I'll cut it off."

You stared at each other for a moment, and then someone else walked into your tent.

"Sorry I'm late," Lendis said, "hunting party had a--oh." Her eyes lingered on the striped back of a naked crow, who tried to shrink himself into nothingness.

"You can just leave it by the door, Lendis, thank you," you smiled, spotting the tray in her hands. She looked from you, to him, and then smirked and did as she was told.

"Have a good night!" she teased on her way out.

"Don't mind her," you said gently, rising off the floor. "She's a little strange, but she's not a bad person." You picked up the small tray of meat and took it to the fire. "Guess that's probably what they say about me, too."

You picked up a sharp stick from beside the fire, speared the meat, and began roasting it.

"Do you need help getting up?"

He shook his head.

"Come on then, there's enough for both of us."

He struggled, but managed to get up and join you by the fire. The rope around his ankles forced him to take small steps, but he could still move. He sat on his knees again, and you tried not to smile as he attempted to cover himself. You offered him the first piece of cooked meat, and he looked at it warily.

"Just deer, Little Crow. I told you, we're not people-eaters."

Still, he hesitated.

"Would you like me to feed you?"

It was a genuine offer, but he held his tied hands out to take the food. He sniffed it and took a small bite… and then a much larger one.

"How long has it been since you've eaten, Little Crow?"

"Two days," he mumbled through a mouthful.

"Take it easy, wouldn't want to shock your system." Surprisingly, he listened to you this time, and began chewing a little slower. You smiled to yourself and stuck another piece of meat on the fire.

After you'd both eaten, he yawned. It was absolutely adorable.

"Come on, Little Crow. I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep you tied for the time being, but that's no reason to let you freeze."

You got up and walked toward the pile of furs you call a bed, got in, and held the blanket up as a gesture for him to join you.

He shook his head.

"It gets colder in here as the night goes on. Come on. I won't touch you if you don't want me to."

He shook his head again, and laid on his side by the fire, with his back facing you. The stripes had faded, but you imagined he was still quite tender.

"Alright, Little Crow, be stubborn about it. Don't even think about going anywhere. You're still naked, and there's a guard posted outside. You won't make it three steps."

You pulled the covers over yourself and closed your eyes… almost all the way. You wanted to watch him for a while.

#writings of despair #koner x you #koner x reader #koner #koner game of thrones #part two of two (for now) coming tomorrow!

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names-for-alters · 3 months

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Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

Findo Tach Tails Flicker Tracer Kat Iris Blu Brick Arlo Sammy Artie Finn Stein Aleksandr Vora Olive Luna Nyx Cyrus Qrow Orian Cello Onyx Skye Grim Opal Dawn Azure Fish Bones Poppy Bronze Eggs Sparky Specs Snickers Trout Navi Bingo Chili Bandit Stripe Busker Socks Brandy Frisky Winston Lucky Chucky Bently Judo Rusty Max Honey Indie Calypso Striker Merle Moxxie Vex Ant Bugger Bee Spider Tails Hook Indigo Amber Coco Coral Scarlet Ivory Jade Ruby Emerald Chuck Loden Copper Hamelin Neo Shepard Cinnamon Visor Macalister Soul Hack Hiccup Flynn Rider Astrid Jay Raven Robyn Bolt Dagger Viper Tracer Cornwall Flock Sapphire Crystal Ghost Mochi Trick Catra Rose Raven Flip Chani Racket Red Crimson Dragon Runt Scotch Tellie Gator Croc Crow Goat Duck Creeper Kuma Jet Jeep Draco Poppy Sombra Raine Squish Spike Blaze Ender Drake Sandy MK PJ DJ CJ MJ King Creak Shadow Clay Dusty Miles Dart Willow Antonius Husk Moth Cypher Jin Yin Yang Daisy Gray / Grey Alistair Halo Angel Cake Fennec Fox Null Lull Bastion Lucky Sun Star Cosmo Tweety Vox Nerys Sonic Bark Birch Oak Cherry Blossom Peaches Velvet Shell Coffee Valley Fang Moot Redpath Pudding X V Jr Ether Fig Trunk Joy Frogger Snowflake Snowball Snow Jumper Racket Flare Vendetta Loonie Coin Six Eleven Tropica Stelina Mojave Ink Sud Fender Zero Pollen Wysteria Page Ozias Rex Tortch Buck Nickel Stripe Lynch Tramp Wolf Pup Tank Jhariah Kharma Zenith Sparrow Prism Lemon Mune Lamb Pyke Diamond Parker Graves Fizz Nugget Melody Tink Blight Fangless Ambress Vulture Eclipse Luka Bangle Constance Constantine Sommar Babble Clank Bobble Chipper Aidan Slate Tin Twire Zephyr Silver Misty Faunus Atlas Birdie Brook Cedar Chip Coal Daisy Ember Faye Fate Fern Flint Harmony Helios Ivy Junx Kit Lyria Phoebe Piper Lady Beacon Elos Rumble Ida Cross Zed Scootie Smidge Clauger Happy Sonny Hath Soldier River Song Clawtor Videl Legen Onen Chunk Reid Pop Cobra Cash Clover Saris Volante Donna Belladonna Gale Chopper Morphias Vidia Loft Kape Levi Licker Howl Dustin Newt Creek Breezy Polaris Blight Archer Sirius Warren Dream Goon Cookie Ranger Amity Jericho Viggo Besko Asra Alice Olaf Mossfeld Issic Missy Rascal Creasy Nonya Hex Pita Miguel Manuel Rayburn Daisy Dash Lucky Becky Steele Cylo Featherstone Kingston Netherfield Reacher Saltburn Quick Rubble Dust Brimstone Humble Ado Grover Norvanos Leshy Blade Cooper Calcium

Leo

Leonardo

Lebony

Silver

Linzier

Pearl

blackberry

Tatin

Bud

Raphael

Pebble

Mina

Linda

Oolong

Daeo/Dayo/Dao

Inco

Ketlyn

Risa

Ines

Lora

Flock

Lux

Rix

Reah

Destinty

Bet

Ange

Krixa

Lalien

Gloom

Bug

Rozy

Mars

Screech

Jenny

Robert

Patrick

Pierre Rosemary

Henderson

Mayfield

Sinclair

Sullivan

Hart

Solace

Daughtler

Stoll

Gatlin

Yearwood

Amos

Graves

Rothschild

Halley

Spektor

Presley

Redd

Blackwood

Notvletti

Valerie

Milo

Marian

Lychee

Aiden

Nova

Vel

Bel

Yuri

Puro

Pluto

Ramona

Angel

Nada

Shen

Mog

Hania

Udge

Kinetic

Kikos Wathel

Dupa

Sierre

Jimor

Teddy

coc

Scara

River

Shade

Foenem

Duck

Emily

Toast

Reunna

Ichigo

Rae

Sonic

MoonL

Lennus

cabaran

Marto

Leveer

Granite

#alter names #names for alters #osdd #did #endo neutral #names #list of names #random names #good names #introjects #osddid #fictives #need names? I got names #name hoard #name requests #names for you

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Here’s an unfinished draft of my “Connected Bee” AU on Wattpad

Aftermath

"Wu...Wah?" The scout grumbles were repeated as he looked around. All he remembered was his vision becoming blurry and then blacking out.

He was in some sort of cave, The clear water beneath him splashed and rippled with almost every step he took. The cavern wasn't surprisingly dark; as if the water was giving the ignite it needed. There was then ember-stone in the middle of the green bath on a small rocky stand. The rocks and boulders were shining a dim indigo while still remaining a dark color.

Bumblebee was confused. The ember-stone went missing, Didn't Mo loose it while almost getting eliminated? He shook his head; trying to wash away the dark memory that almost flooded his processors. He takes a step closer to ore then a rope—no, whip— took hold of his right servo, grasping around his arm. It felt tight as the whip tugged him closer to have physical contact with the stone. The water ignited brighter then before as cybertronian text as tall as pillars swarmed around him. He almost panicked when he felt something weird overcome his servo.

"What- The frag??" He almost shrieked.

Then the tugging when away only when he made contact with the stone, his servo began feeling weird and toxic. His circuits blazed up. A greenish-lime colored goop whipped from his contact when he yanked his limb away. Green patterned lines rolled up to his shoulder-blade, while making his remaining piece of proto-form turn silver and his yellow coloring turned pure white like a proto-form's. His obsidian stripe became quite a light dim blue. Jeez! Is this how the kids felt for the first time?!

+—~—~—+

"Hey, uh- is that the effect of Cybertronians having low energon?" Thrash added in midst of the conversation. He was making sure his mentor doesn't fall while they're on the highway. He doesn't transform, instead goes up to the scout's servo where he mentioned. He remembers reading the historical books and novels his older siblings gave him and Twitch when they were still in hiding from their own parents. He does not remember this happening.

"Hm?" Mo peeks out of the G.H.O.S.T van's window to find a white servo hanging in her face. The child was confused, This wasn't showed in history her father taught nor in the novels and children's literature. The young girl was worried that the drained energon might have the teacher's colors slowly draining to grey. "We should almost be home, by now" She twists the subject around and faces the front row.

+—~—~—+

The ranger steps down the stairs to find a certain mentor and students all piled up in a corner of the base. The mentor was packed in between them.

Twitch was on top of his servo; snuggling it while Thrash is recharging while nuzzling the scout's neck-cabling. Jawbreaker was in the tutor's servos hugging that same servo. Nightshade was in the corner hugging a science ficton novel like it's a plushie. Hashtag was nowhere to be seen but her pedes were sticking out slightly out of a wall. Mo and Robby were on the couch by the left napping in their pajamas while sharing a blanket. Almost all of them was either lightly snoring or just staying quiet. She was half surprised that the scout's snores would be so silent.

The former lieutenant smiles at the wholesome sight. Seeing a friend of hers coming back just to comfort or have a fun sleepover with her kids. But one thing that slightly concerned her was that... The scout's right servo was white with a dim sky-blue stripe instead of the usual golden yellow base and ebony stripe. His piece of proto-form was a glossy silver coloring instead of the obsidian black and sticky dark pink from war. She sighs; thinking a bucket of white paint just spilled over him and dried out. Who knows? She was mostly concerned and worried about the broken plating on the servo which had particles of energon spatters over instead of the left one. It was possible that he came out of a fight or something that crawled out of the woods.

It's a Saturday anyway, Dorothy was glad about that. She doesn't want to wake up to her children being so grumpy or stubborn about going to school again. The former lieutenant absentmindedly took a look at the energon cable hitched up one of the scout's servo. The ranger steps up the copper stairways and goes to the HQ; Global Hazard Ordinance Strike, Or known as G.H.O.S.T

+—~11:00 PM~—+

"Agh~" The scout yawned. He grimaced; feeling a cable hitched on his chest. He was about to erect himself until he felt self-conscious about something on top of him. He didn't dare to move, seeing one of his own student laying on his left servo made him think another was cuddling his other. The mentor scans the room to find anyone. Of course he did. Hashtag and the two older siblings. At least they were safe.

The teacher laid still, restraining to make a single pitch.. He knew that it wouldn't wake them that easily but it's been a long time since he has felt comfort. Ever since Breakdown had gotten caught, He has never felt one bit of comfort from anything at all. Sure, he can go to Optimus for comfort or Megatron for therapy but he can't go to either of the older bots without being seen on the cameras. Hashtag can be a help but he can't risk his student getting injured , or worse; captured.

A small breathy yawn was heard on his right audio processor snapped him out of his processor. He grins a little but still hesitates to move. His optic-lids fell halfway and peeks over to the source of the sound; Twitch.

Her golden-yellow acidic ailerons fluttered as the juvenile lets go of the white and cerulean servo. The drone stretches her limbs, The joints made a teeny creaking sound. The young leader huffed as she drops her red pedes down, not realizing she would slip. The mentor almost panicked to only commemorate that the student had thrusters and can just hover over the group. He shuts his optics absentmindedly and relaxes. Then somehow slips back to recharge.

The drone tensed and hovers over the crew. She deactivates her thrusters; making her pedes thud on the floor. The leader jaunts up to her mentor. She pats on her younger brother's head. Then lightly taps on Thrash's shoulder. Both of the two younglings slowly woke up. Their blue optics lazily fluttered. Thrash gave out a quick yawn as his servos stretched up, aware that his teacher was their behind him. Jawbreaker snuffs out a drowse and slackly gets on his aft while crisscrossing his pedes. Both had their optics were halfway downwards; still a bit tired from last night's incident.

A small 'mh' was heard from Bumblebee. The three students backs away a little. The 'rogue' scout grumbled, his left servo rose to rub his sky-blue optic. His dim optics leisurely flickered. He strained just as he sat on his aft.

Twitch automatically stepped to his side.

"Bee, You alright?" She was worried that the scout would have the same reaction like she and her brother had before; going frenzy and almost logging off into the Allspark. Her palm rested on the bigger forge’s kneecap armory. Her sunset optics trembled with bits of concern and worry.

The 'rogue' scout optics were dimmed, His pupil was a subdued powdered azure instead of the usual bursting ivory of confidence. Bumblebee grimaced, feeling a sharp stab of uncomfortableness in his helm. He rubs the side of his helm, ending up rubbing one of the horns; just feeling a tiny piece loose made him wince. Even the fit of coughing made the Terran’s fill with concern.

Next: https://www.tumblr.com/shane0-2/714669891086630912/sage

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Monster Hunter +Stories x Genshin Impact headcanons: Introduction + Mondstat

CW: might be ooc, I'm not familiar enough with some of the more personal details for these characters.

Introduction

Another case of worlds fusing, only this time, it is multiple islands rather than just the one in a singular entry. A few years after the fusion, monsters began to migrate and found Teyvat, with such variations in climate and terrain that they almost immediately settled there. It also helps that they have no natural predators there. The Guild, curious about this change in behavior, decide to send fleets of hunters to Teyvat to investigate and give aid to the locals. While in almost every monster hunter game, the monsters are treated like a part of nature, only being hunted if they are a threat or when certain parts are NEEDED, in Teyvat they are, at first, treated as an invasive species, because that's what they are, it doesn't matter if this occurred naturally or not, the fact is they are a threat to Teyvat's ecosystem and are treated as such. The many warriors of Teyvat are fascinated by hunter weapons, namely the more tech based ones like the switch axe, charge blade, and gunlance. They are fascinated by the insect glaive as well, but more the union between man and beast in the form of the Kinsects. (A hydraulic based launch system was simple enough for most mechanics of Teyvat.) As with anywhere else, there are those who feel sorry for the monsters and instead want to coexist with them the way the other continents do, this eventually leads to the first monstie and many, if not all of Teyvat's hunters become riders, as they can't deny that these monsters, while ferocious, have a certain charm and allure to them.

Mondstadt

• The Knights of Favonious implemented a class system for their hunters, similar to original monster hunter with blade master and gunner.

•Heavy Knight: Your tanks of the group, often wearing heavy armor that focuses more on raw defense than elemental resistance.

Weapons: Charge Blade, Lance, Heavy Bowgun, Hammer.

• Ranger: The agile ones the name may imply ranged combat, their main focus is dodge tanks, so anything with an agile moveset is preferable.

Weapons: Gunlance, Insect Glaive, Light Bowgun, Sword and Shield, and Dual Blades.

• Archer: Name speaks for itself.

Weapons: Bow and Bowguns.

• Blademaster: Another self-explanatory class

Weapons: Greatsword, Charge Blade, Switch Axe, Sword and Shield, Longsword, and Dual Blades.

• Support: I think you get the gist.

Weapons: Hunting Horn and Bowguns.

• Amber

Class: Archer and Ranger

Weapons: Bow and Insect Glaive

Monstie: Rathalos

The moment she saw the Insec Glaive, she had to have one. She loved the idea of not only being able to vault yourself into the air but also having a tiny little partner with you at all times. This might as well have been her dream weapon. As for monsters, at first, she saw them as something that was a threat, just like everyone else, but when she learned they could be domesticated, she just had to have one after seeing how cute and small they were, and after she heard Rathalos was also named King of the Skies, she knew that was the partner for her. She probably named him something cute like Blaze or Baron Drake to go along with Baron Bunny. (I know wyverns and drakes are two different things, but I don't think Amber would be the type to care about specifics like that.)

• Eula

Class: Blademaster

Weapon: Longsword (The Greatsword is too clunky for her)

Monstie: Legiana

The only reason she has a monstie at all is because Amber wouldn't stop pestering her to get one, and Amber also insisted on Legiana to match her Rathalos as well as match Eula's elegance. Eula may claim she only got one because of Amber, but she can't hide the smile she has when flying on their back. She named her Legiana Crystal, like an ice crystal and also a fitting and elegant name for an aristocrats steed. She also had a custom saddle made for them to match her.

• Mika

Class: Ranger/Supporter

Weapons: Insect Glaive, Light Bowgun, and Hunting Horn. (If we're talking about old HH, then of course Mika would be the type to memorize that sheet music for the sake of his team.)

Monsties: Qurupeco, Aptonoth, Arzuros, Basarios, Congalala, and Kecha Wacha.

Mika, of course, based his entire kit and team on support and resource gathering. He is considered a saint to the hunters as he gives any currently unneeded materials to the others, often to his own detrement down the road. Rather than proper names, he gave his monsties codenames, which I can't think of at the moment.

• Kaeya

Class: Ranger (He literally just chose it because it sounded cool.)

Weapon: Sword and Shield

Monstie: Barioth

There's not much to say about Kaeya. He's the same as always. (Sassy little so and so.) He chose Barioth to stick with his theme of staying cool. He named them Frost, again sticking with his theme. He wanted something fierce as well, but monstie name regulations were added in the Knights of Favonius handbooks latest issue.

• Klee

Class: Blademaster

Weapons: Sword and Shield & Dual Blades (She's too small to use anything else.)

Monsties: Brachydios, Uragaan, and Bazelgeuse

This kid is a freaking menace, as she got the eggs for these things by herself on one of her adventures. Brachydios, with its explosive slime, Uragaan, being able to throw explosive rocks, and Bazelgeuse, the living bomber plane. Of course, she names these horrifying creatures something cute, Brachydios is Roary Dory, Uragaan is Rolly Coaly (referencing the rocks), and Bazelgeuse is Flappy Dapty.

• Noelle

Class: Technically Blademaster ( classes only apply to fully fledged knights as solo hunters need to be adaptable).

Weapon: Greatsword

Monstie: Kushala Daora

This girl went out of her way to find the most knight like monster she could tame and found a wind dragon with a steel hide. She polishes bothe her armor and their hide three times a day once in the morning, once during lunch, and once before going to bed. She named them Gale, both a pretty name and one fitting of the anemo element. She chose the Greatsword for both its offensive and defensive capabilities, being able to use it as a shield and deal massive damage seemed perfect to her.

• Jean

Class: Blademaster

Weapon: Sword and Shield

Monstie: none

This woman is already so busy, she doesn't need anymore adding onto it. The Adventurers' Guild is in charge of Low and High rank quests, while every nations designated guard is in charge of designating G rank quests, so she spends most of her time nowadays sorting through quests, either sending them to Lisa who acts as Mondstadt's G rank quest maiden, or to the Adventurers' Guild if they can not be considered G rank quests. As we all know, when she's not behind her desk, which is rarely the case, she's out in the field earning her title as Dandelion Knight and protecting her home.

• As stated, Lisa acts as Mondstads G rank quest maiden, a cushy job for the most part, as all she really has to do is verify the hunter's rank and collect a hunting fee, which is in turn sent to the Hunter's Guild, outside of that she just needs to sit there and look pretty and she knows she's very good at that.

• Albedo and Sucrose joined the researchers that the Hunter's Guild sent, as not only was that their field of expertise, but they were also curious about these fascinating creatures.

• Mona is also a researcher with a particular interest in elder dragons. While most monsters follow certain rules that all living beings follow, elder dragons seem to defy these rules almost to the point that people see them as manifestations of nature itself, and she is deeply infatuated with finding out why.

• Barbara also doesn't have her own monstie, but she acts as the monstie pen keeper, taking care of everyone's monsties, and they've come to love her just as much as their riders, if not more than them.

• Diona is a bartender, the same as always, only she has many more disgusting ingredients to work, and fail, with.

• As stated prior, the Adventurers' Guild handles Low and High rank quests. This has made Katherine much busier, and the Guild has more members than ever, as one must be either a knight or guild member to hunt, otherwise, they're considered outlaws guilty of poaching by the rules introduced by the Hunter's Guild.

• As the investigator for the Adventurers' Guild, Fischl is busier than ever, making hunter's notes and gathering quest details from Mondstadt's citizens who can't submit them to the Guild directly for whatever reason. Sometimes, her perception of difficulty mixes her up, and the details get sent to the knights instead, an error that Jean promptly corrects

• Bennett

Weapons: Sword and Shield & Insect Glaive

Monstie: Aptonoth (It's kinship skill fits with Bennett's bad luck).

He simply calls his monstie Buddy. He can't find anything but Aptonoth eggs in monster dens. He takes excellent care of his Aptonoth and his kinsect. While he doesn't fail many hunts, mostly thanks to his Buddy, he doesn't get any of the parts he needs for the next equipment upgrade.

Diluc

Weapons: Greatsword and Longsword (Depends on how he's feeling before a hunt)

Monstie: Nargacuga

While at first, he didn't want to interfere with nature's course, that inevitably changed when they started being a problem for travelers and citizens alike. He chose Nargacuga, who he named Shade, for their agile and swift fighting style, and any similarities to the monstie of an eye patch wearing knight are purely coincidental.

• Rosaria

Weapon: Insect Glaive

Monsties: Gendrome, Iodrome, and Great Baggi

Not caring to learn a new fighting style unless necessary, the kinsect just stayed on her arm for every hunt at first. After using the Insect Glaive properly, she began to warm up to the little thing and now takes especially good care of them, kind of as an apology for being neglectful at first. The same can be said for monsties. She didn't even consider getting one at first, but after her frozen heart was melted, she now has three assassins in training, Shock the Gendrome, Venom the Iodrome, and Fang the Great Baggi. (I couldn't think of a sleep related name for the life of me.)

• Razor

Weapon: Greatsword

Monsties: Great Jaggi and Velocidrome

Razor, while not a member of either guild, is not considered a poacher given his unique circumstance. The Greatsword in question is either the same one he had since before the migration or one given to him by Lisa's orders, she has to look after her favorite student after all. He has no names for anyone, outside of humans and Andrius, so he simply calls his new hunting partners lupical.

• Venti

Weapons: Bow and Hunting Horn

Monstie: Silver Rathalos

The Anemo Archon riding on the Silver Sky King, as he refers to them. He chose Silver Rathalos for that exact reason, nothing else, just so he could make a cool set of lyrics for his next song. While he does hunt, it's mostly to gather inspiration for new songs and poems, having more money in his pouch doesn't hurt either. He named his noble steed Star because, in his words, as the pale moon shines upon this darkened land, one may mistake this noble creature's shimmering scales for a shining star in the night sky.

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I ended up thinking about this way too much not to write something about it. I do hope to do all of the nations, but inspiration hits at random times for random things, so who knows. I hope you enjoyed this.

#monster hunter #genshin impact #crossover #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #headcanon #imagine #monster hunter stories

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fevotinggauntletreal · 11 months

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Clash of FE Classes Opening Round - Match 7

(pictured: a Troubadour icon from Sacred Stones, a Mage Knight icon from Sacred Stones, and a Horseman icon from Shadow Dragon, on a GBAFE arena background)

introductions to the classes, other closely associated classes, and explanations under the cut

Troubadours are typically cavalry units who carry healing staves. they promote into Valkyries, which usually nets them access to offensive magic, although it's not unheard of for them to pick up swords instead. good mobility tends to make them naturally better for utility purposes than infantry Clerics, but there's usually a catch somewhere, such as lower Magic (which can mean less efficient healing and/or less prospects for utilizing offensive staves like Silence and Sleep) or, at the promoted level, weaker overall combat. Troubadours and Valkyries are almost always female, with Fates again bringing the rare exceptions (and still having a gnc femboy as one of them); this is in spite of the fact that "troubadour" is a masculine word, with the feminine being "trobairitz" (thanks again, treehouse!). other closely associated classes include the staff-wielding Paladin variant from Genealogy of the Holy War and Thracia 776; the Strategist, Butler and Maid from Fates; and the Holy Knight from Three Houses. Mist from Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn also has Valkyrie as her unique class, promoting from a Cleric variant.

Mage Knights, Dark Knights, and other such forms of offensive horseback magic-wielding have appeared at several points in the franchise, with inconsistent incarnations; for example, sometimes they're a class branch in their own right, and sometimes they appear as advanced-only parts of flexible promotion trees. sometimes they wield magic tomes exclusively, sometimes they can still carry a staff, and sometimes they'll mix up might and magic and get a melee physical weapon type into their kit. whatever the case, though, they will generally be balancing out their unique perks against lower Magic and Resistance than the typical magic-wielding unit.

while the Bow Knight or Ranger or Horseman or what have you brings horseback archery -- a venerable staple in historical warfare -- its presence in Fire Emblem has been quite inconsistent. they've variously been seen as distinct class branches (most notably as Nomads and Nomadic Troopers in Binding Blade and Blazing Blade) or as side-path promotions (usually fitting between the Archer and the Mercenary). it's most customary for them, at least at the promoted class level, wield swords as well as bows; they have at times been locked to the bow, though, usually in games that keep all of their cavalry classes single-weapon. the Oliphantier from Echoes: Shadows of Valentia is closely related. Fogado from Engage plays very similar to a Bow Knight while belonging to a pair of Lord-unique classes.

#poll: Clash of FE Classes #Clash of FE Classes: Opening round

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zords-zording-around · 6 months

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The entire cast of the zords that get to have pictures when they are involved.

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eternalyouth · 2 years

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BOY NAMES *

ace

adonis

aiden

alden

aleric

alistair

amiri

ares

armani

arrow

artemis

apollo

archer / archie

arlo

asher

ashton

atlas

augustine / august

axford

axton

aziel

barrett

baylor

bear

beckham

bennet

bentley

blade

blayden

blaze

bohdi

boston

bowie

bradford

brantley

braxton

brayden

braylon

brenden

brodley

bronx

brooks

bryson

bryon

caden

caesar

cairo

callum

campbell

carson

cash

caspian

cassian

cedrik

cortez

cosmo

crew

cypress

dallas

dalton

damion / damon

dante

dario

darius

dawson

deacon

desmond

diego

dixon

dodge

domonic

draydon

duane

duke

echo

edmund

elias

ellington

emerson

enzo

evander

everett

evrertt

fenton

flecter

flynn

franco

forest

gael

gallagher

gallaway

garrison

golden

graylen

greyson

griffin

gunner

hades

harley

harris / harrison

hawk

hayden

heath

hendrix

holden

holt

houston

hunter

huxley

isaiah

ivory

jace

jackson

jagg / jagger

jameson

jase

jax / jaxton

jaylen

jericho

jerrick

kaiden

kamden

karson

keaton

kendric

keyston

knox

korren

kyro

lance

lander

lando / landon

langston

lawrence

lawson

ledger

leith

lennon

lincoln

lucian / lucien

lukas

maclan

madden

maddox

major

marshall

maverick

maxon

memphis

moss

nash

nico

oak / oakley

octavius

odell

onyx

orion

ozzy

paxton

pilot

porter

ramsey

ranger

reggie

rhodes

riggs

rocco

rocky

rowan

rush

ryker

saint

sawyer

saxon

sorren

stone

thane

thorn / thorin

toronto

trenton

vincent

warren

waverly

waylen

wilder

wolf

wrangler

wylie

xander

xayden

zephry

zeppelin

ziggy

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sparkingspider · 1 year

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Red Ranger:

Name: Alex Moreno

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Height: 5’10

Nationality: Cuban

General Appearance: An athletic build with tanned skin and a short bob of black hair, Alex usually wears red t-shirts with jeans and a black jacket, though often feels fit to swap it out with red themed sportswear.

Personality: Alex is an extremely passionate person when it comes to doing the things she likes, this applying to her duties as a Ranger as well as she sees it as her duty. She’s often a source of inspiration for most of her fellow Rangers due to this sheer determination and many of their battles are won through her desire to never give up.

This fire has made her a target for many of the MaliBeasts in the hopes that defeating her can break the Ranger’s spirits. Alex herself doesn’t think much of this, as she claims most MaliBeasts don’t scare her.

Most of her problems tend to stem from her own teammates, Takeo in particular. Whenever someone talks back to her, Alex can’t help but take it as an insult. She is only angered further by Takeo, who flat out ignores her commands at times and has frequently led to the two butting heads.

Despite all how angry she can get in an argument, she often finds herself regretful about it afterwards. Regardless of how well she actually does, she’s extremely self-deprecating whenever she makes even the slightest mistakes, often wishing that she can just snap her fingers and become the perfect leader.

Abilities and Equipment:

Typical Ranger Skill and Enhanced Physical Capabilities

Draco Breath Sword: A broadsword that allows Alex to channel the element of Fire.

Great Slashing Blaze: A single strike that sends a projectile slash of fire towards the opponent.

Dragon Hearth Slam: A slam to the ground that causes an eruption of fire.

Blazing Talon: A thrust that creates a fiery extension to the blade, increasing its range.

Dragon’s Mighty Roar: A powerful beam of fire erupts from the tip of the blade. This technique usually follows directly after Blazing Talon.

Zords:

Dragon Cryptizord: Her primary Zord for the entire story. In addition to flight, fire breath and powerful physical attacks, it makes up the chest of the Myth Master Megazord and its wings detach and combine in order to make the Banisher Sword.

Oni Cryptizord: An Auxiliary Zord acquired midway through Season 1. This Zord changes into a Kanabo for the Myth Master Megazord to use, changing it into the Blaze Basher Megazord.

Elemental Cryptizord: A Zord that is acquired midway through Season 2, but remains erratic and disloyal up until the Season 2 finally, after which it is released. A powerful Zord with sheer strength is on par with the Myth Master Megazord. It is capable of using any of the seven Ranger Elements and once combined with the Myth Master Megazord, it forms the Grand Emperor Ultrazord, the same Ultrazord that the original Mythic Rangers used to drive back the Great King Umbrax.

Phoenix Cryptizord. A Legendary Auxiliary Zord thought destroyed during the Rise of Skrya that’s acquired by the Season 3 finale. In addition to speed and powerful blasts, it can combine with the Myth Master Megazord to form the Great Guardian Ultrazord.

Trivia:

Prior to becoming a Ranger, Alex was friends with Geoffrey and Kris. She also had a rivalry with Takeo.

Her primary hobbies prior to being a Ranger included sports of various kinds and growing her own personal garden. She also used to fish, but wasn’t able to keep it a consistent hobby once she really got into high school.

Alex is an open bisexual.

#power rangers #power rangers oc #red ranger #red ranger oc #original story #power rangers myth warriors

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sweetearthandnorthernsky · 2 years

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you are dying.

you cannot change this.

you are dying – alone, on the cold stones, and it takes conscious effort to hold your form.

(you are powerless to stop the crunch of time, rolling like a wheel, merciless and all consuming.)

ugrukhôr is lifeless, a corpse against the stones. that last act had taken much of your strength.

(there is a tree, white and shining, and then there is blood and cries of anguish and a defiled tangle of wood and screams that tear your throat.)

golodir and narmeleth seem to swim before you, taunting you.

(a ringing voice: “tell him the king rides at once to reclaim minas ithil!”)

you are dying, alone, locked in the tower of the crescent moon, shining beacon of ithil that should have always been your people’s–

yours.

it should have been yours.

none had endured what you had, not dulgabêth, not karazgar, and certainly not ugrukhôr. the only one you can imagine coming remotely close is urudani, and even then, she chose to become guryzul.

(the bite of the blade is sharp like ice and hot like fire and haze settles over you.)

you catch the sight of a shield emblazoned with a white tree.

calatúr, you think with relief and then wonder where the feeling comes from. you can recall no calatúr among your train from– from before.

but, it doesn’t matter. the shield does not belong to them at all, but to your foe, saelinriel.

she towers over you now, in an ironic reversal of your roles.

the light from the moon, that barely pierces the mists above the city, fair ithil that should have always been yours, reflects off her shield and her sword and her armor, making her shine silver. she reminds you of the statues, cold and unfeeling, that line the avenue of kings (are they still there?).

but she is no statue.

she is real, and she is looking at you as if you are no more than a mildly interesting puzzle to solve.

(“what will i say to his sons if i never make good on my promise?”

“you could make certain to never cross their path.”)

mingled with the silver of the moon is the unforgiving blue light from the shade of what was once isildur.

how dare he call you a coward, when he knows nothing of your torments?

(the taunts come back to you, sharp and stinging as they had when you first heard them, and isildur was a frequent subject, and derisive laughter that was as sharp as knives against stone.)

isildur was a man you grew up idolizing and listening to stories about his adventures. he was supposed to be a great man, a valiant warrior from the age of heroes. but, then if he truly was such a great man, why did he not prevent the second rise of sauron?

because he could have, and you know he could have.

but then, if he could have turned away so easily, a part of you whispers, why couldn’t you?

“there were so many chances, but... the ranger and the elf-maid…” the flame within you flickers, burning low. you look up at saelinriel, who’s wearing a different expression now. is that anger? disgust? pity? you know not.

narmeleth, the small part of you whispers, narmeleth knew the same torments as you. but how could she fight longer?

you are weak, and your form is barely held together by the strength of your will which is growing weaker by the second.

as she is about to turn and leave, you reach out to her, spurred by something you don't know and you grab onto her tunic, the key held in your clenched fist.

her eyes blaze but you hasten to speak.

you can feel your tethers to this place slowly breaking and you must, you must tell her, before it is all too late.

"listen to me, saelinriel," you say urgently.

to her credit, she does.

you tell her of the slave who knew the secrets of this citadel, and at your master's command forged the broken key you clutch in your hands.

only this weapon cannot be overcome, he told you.

you laughed then, telling him it was broken, and could unlock nothing.

he had said the tests of the nazgul were no concern of his, and that the lord of the nazgul bade you to keep this key on your person at all times.

you did. and you spent so long looking for the weapon it led to, so much time, but it always eluded you.

"i give it to you, saelinriel," you manage, "if mordor cannot be mine..."

she looks down at the broken key for a few moments before taking it.

one by one, the last of your tethers snap, and you feel lighter than you have in millennia. you turn your head, catching the light as the moon sets and the sun rises.

then the darkness comes for you as you breathe your last.

#my fic #gothmog | mordirith #this man does not shut up ever actually

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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Rpg Anon: Still haven't finished the Remnants or the next thing I said I would do but I just had another idea. Mod, what do you think we should name certain characters' ultimate weapons? For example, what would Leon's best baseball and bat be called, or Mahiru's camera, or Peko's sword, or whatever weapon category Makoto's and Hajime's are classified as, etc. To save time, let's not discuss what their weapons would be.

//Still not in the mood to get political today so I’ll just do this instead. I don’t know if there are weapon types/classes in the RPG, but I’ll divide them up anyway to make it easier for me.

//I also forgot which characters were planned out and which weren’t, so I’m just doing whoever I can think of.

Unarmed/Fists (Characters who don’t need anything other than their fists to do the talking):

Makoto - Hands of Hope

Hina - Pool Punchers

Mondo - Unbreakable Diamond Fists

Taka - Justice Thrusters

Sakura - Fists of the East Moon

Hajime/Izuru - Jabberwok Defender

Akane - Rambunctious Rough-‘em-Ups

Nekomaru - Show some Spirit

Nagito - Hands of “Ultimate Hope”

Bandai - Hands of the Land

Koichi - Drunken Boxing

Tenko - “Taste the Wrath of NEO AIKIDO”

Kaito - Star Pummeller

Gonta - Reptite Wrath

Masaru - Hero Hands

Yuta - Brotherly Beats

Yuki - Divine Punisher

Yukari - Two minds, one mess

Narumi - Gauntlets of Gross

Kazoumi - Punk Punishers

Ayumu - Wall Breakers

Mikoto - Muscle Mesher

Mitsunari - Uma and Shika

Eje - Punk-Ass Protector

Leona - Sizeable Threat

Breakers (Characters who rely on physical quick attacks, almost like dance moves, and also primarily use their legs (some have unique weapons)):

Toko - Toko Taser (Uses the Taser as an additional weapon, and also this is her when she’s not Genocide Jill. She gets her own one.)

Ibuki - Black Cherry Cha-Cha

Hiyoko - Bladed Fan Dance (as implied by the name, she uses bladed fans like that one Power Ranger)

Akeru - Ninja Nightmare

Setsuka - Evil Eye Ass-Beating

Kego - Low-blow fro’

Aruma - Lashes of Love (She uses a whip with her style)

Kibin - Lonely Lashing

Hunter - Breakdance Backbreaker

Ranged/Pistoleer (Characters who use a firearm or two):

Kyoko - Gun of the Gloved Detective

Byakuya - Puissant pistolet Togami

Fuyuhiko - Kuzuryu Killing Blow

Ryuji/Imposter - Puissant pistolet Twogami

Kokichi Ouma - Dual Intense Cartridge Evoker’s (DICE) (He dual wields)

Nagisa - Sage Shooter

Taichi - Desperate Destroyer

Yoruko - Desperate Measures

Tsurugi - Kinjo Killjoy’s

Rei - Incompetance Annihilators

Teruya - Tarnation Cessation

Ryutaro/Keisuke/Midori/Minako - Kisaragi Foundation Firearm (they all share the same weapon)

Syobai - Brokeback Blaster

Assassin (Arms consist of both a small weapon, like a dagger or baton, as well as a small firearm. Can fight at both close and mid-range)

Genocide Jill - Jill’s Trusty Genoscissors

Mukuro - Fabled Fenrir Gear

Shuichi - Saihara’s Stuff (is significantly less agile than other Assassin-class characters, and wields a pistol and baton)

Maki - Ultimate Assassin Armaments

Ryoma - Tennis History (Has a tennis racket. Can attack with it physically, and hit at range with tennis balls. Put in this class because he’s physically quick.)

Tsumugi - Potentially Deadly Props

Matta - Mysterious Malice

Special (Characters who’s attacks are based on strange unnatural powers that are unrealistic and can’t typically be sensed normally. This is the category of most of the musician characters who fight with music.)

Sayaka - Miraculous Microphone

Hifumi - Otaku Overpower

Celeste - Gambling Blaze

Gundham - Seal Unleashed (He fights a bit like Heizou in Genshin, with punches and kicks imbued with magic. He also summons animals to help him)

Himiko - Magic Castle Staff

Angie - Atua Light of Power (same as Gundham. Attacks with art tools like chisels and hammers imbued with magical power)

Taichi - Datamine Damager

Mikako - Onmyodo Onslaught

Mikado - Monster of Utsuroshima

Iroha - Arts and Crafts

Marin - Playful Forecast

Uchui - Alternate Attacker

Oliver - The Fang’s Fury

//I will make the second half later because it’s really taxing to do this on my phone.

-Mod

#mod speaks

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