#Remington blades

[electrospares]

Keeping Your Old Model Remington Electric Shaver Running with Replacement Parts

With their quality manufacturing, many older models of Remington electric shavers are still providing a close and comfortable shave. However, after years of use, the foils and cutters can become worn out and need to be replaced in order to maintain peak performance. Luckily, replacement parts for older models of Remington shavers are still available. In this blog, we’ll go over some of the replacement parts available for older models, to help keep your Remington electric shaver running like new.

When it comes to replacing foils and cutters for older Remington shavers, it’s important to find the right part for your specific model. The SP93 triple foil and SP94 part number is the three foils and three cutters, for example, have two different replacement foils and cutters available. The SP93 TCT3 Replacement triple foil is designed to replace the three foil mesh covers, while the Remington SP93 RBL5000 TCT3 Foil is compatible with multiple models, including the MS3-2700, RS8, RS8986, RS8943, RS-8503, and RS-8966. Make sure to double-check the model numbers before ordering replacement parts.

For the SP69 part (two foils and two cutters), replacement foils and blades are available for a range of models beginning with MS21, MS22, MS2290, MS2390, MS2391, MS2392, and RS4. Meanwhile, the SP96 replacement foil is compatible with all MS5* models, such as the MS5100, MS5120, MS5200, MS5500, MS5700, and MS5800. It’s important to note that the SP96 also fits the newer MS5120 version, making it a versatile replacement part.

If you’ve got a Remington shaver model beginning with DA or DF, the SP62 replacement foil and cutter block is the one to look for. And if you’re using an older F4790 model, the SP290 dual foil 360 replacement foil and cutter pack is designed to fit perfectly. This pack is also compatible with the F3900, F4790XLP, F4790CS, and F3900DS models, ensuring a comfortable and efficient shave.

As any man knows, finding the perfect electric shaver can be a life-altering experience. With Remington Electric Shavers, you can trust that you're getting the highest quality shave possible. But what happens when your trusty shaver starts to lose its effectiveness? Don't fret! Remington replacement foil and replacement cutters are here to save the day. With part numbers SP69, SP96, SP93, and SP290, you can easily find the right replacement for your specific model. Keep your older model Remington Electric Shaver working like new with these essential replacement parts.

For those who rely on their Remington Electric Shavers, a reliable charger lead is essential to ensure they never run out of power mid-shave. Thankfully, Shaverspares UK understands this need and provides a range of charger cables to fit most Remington shavers. The mains chargers offer a simple and convenient way to power up your electric shaver without any worries of low battery or incomplete shaving experience. So, whether you're using your electric shaver for work or play, you can trust that it will always be ready to go with a charger cable from Shaverspares UK.

With these replacement part options available for older Remington models, there’s no need to retire your trusty shaver. By replacing worn-out foils and cutters, you can keep enjoying the close and comfortable shave that Remington electric shavers are known for. It’s important to double-check the compatibility of replacement parts with your specific model number to ensure a successful replacement. Invest in replacement parts for your Remington electric shaver, and keep it running like new for years to come.

[lgspears]

If a Eternal Champions movie ever happen, I nominated Remington Hoffman or Priyom Haider as Larcen Tyler, Ser'Darius Blain or Eme Ikwuakor as Jonathan Blade, Haruka Abe or Tao Okamoto as Shadow Yamato, Jason Wong as Mitchell Middleton Knight/Midknight, Cory Sandhagen as R.A.X. Coswell, Sasha Luss as Jetta Maxx, Lateef Crowder or Marko Zaror as Trident, Gavin Stenhouse as Xavier Pendragon, Kristofer Hivju as Slash and Sung Kang as The Eternal Champion.

[desswright29]

Soldier Girl

Warnings: (Smut 18+), Mentions of blood, Inexperience

Pairing: Mo WashingtonX Black Fem reader

word count: Baby ion know. Let it ride

A/N: Enjoy!!

I stepped out onto my porch couple hours ‘fo sundown. Going out to collect a bit mo’ wood for my oven and fire pit. I grab my axe throwing it over my shoulder, hiked up my dress and set out on my usual path, intendin’ to make quick work of me one of them dead tree’s in them woods near by. Don’t much happen ‘round these parts for me. No neighbors for miles and I grow all I need right chea on my land, only gotta make a trip to town ‘bout once a month. Built me a good size house and barn fo’ my animals, got a few chickens as well. I do damn well on my own and that’s how I likes it. 

  As I walk, gettin’ further down on my trail I noticed a horse tied to a tree a lil up yonder. As I got a bit closer, I found a man laying ‘gainst that same tree, hat covering his face, restin’ I reckon. But, I don’t take to kindly to folk trespassing on my land. So, I silently make my way cross the brush up to the restin’ fella. Fast as lightenin’ I brought my axe down to meet the side of his neck stopping short from cutting’ ‘em. Just as fast, I was met with the barrel of his Remington six-shooter. 

 “Who’s you and why is you in my woods.” I say real calm like. His other hand come up grabbing his hat placing it back on his head directly. He slowly turned his head toward me careful not to meet his neck with my blade. That’s when I got a view of his sharp jawline, perfect lips (not too full, not too thin), and the tip of his nose. Hm, look like he a handsome fella.

“I ain’t know’d nobody owned these here woods Ma’am I’s just passing through. Needed a rest thas all. I can be on my way.” That’s when he looked all the way up, I got a peak under that there hat, and I’ll be damned….

“You’s a lady!” I say. I wasn’t asking. I know a woman when I see one, and this one here  was one of the handsomest women I’d ever laid eyes on, it could take ya’ breath away. She looked at me, expression not changing. 

“Ma’am, I promise ion’t want no trouble. If you would lower ya blade, I could be on my way.”

“How ‘bout you lower dat gun first.”

“How ‘bout we do it together.”

“Fine by me.”

“A’right on three.” She say, gettin’ up real turtle like from her spot on the ground. “One.. two.. three”

We both put down our weapons and then fast brought ‘em back up. She looked at me and smirked. My stomach felt all fluttery. She put her gun down and I followed along wit my axe.

“What’chu doin’ out chea lookin’ like this gal” I say. Curious to know why she was out here masqueradin’ in men’s clothes.

“Just passin’ through ma’am. I’ll be on my way now.” I looked her up and down as she gathered her things to head out. Her clothes was covered in blood, she looked like she hadn’t rested in days. 

“Naw nie, you look like ya’ need some rest. That yo’ blood?”

“That ain’t yo’ bidness”

“Gon’ be my business if you want me to let ya’ rest here. It’s almost sundown and all this here my land. Where else ya gon’ go gal.”

She turned her head left and that’s when I saw the gash in her neck. I gasped.

“Somebody hurt you!”

“Don’t matter. They gone now” She say, mystery lying’ in her tone. Dat’ll be a story fo’ another time.

“Let me help ya.” I offer. “The sun gon go down in a few. I’s just gathering some wood so I can cook some dinner and light a fire to keep warm. My house just up yonder. You know these nights get freezing, and you look like you could use a hot meal. I got some water, apples, and some shelter for your horse too.”

She looked up into the sky and then back down at me with those eyes that was as deep as pools. Filled with stories. She nodded. 

“Well, lady I reckon I should know your name if you gon’ be my guest” I say.

“Mo. Mo Washington.” She say, with a tilt of her hat.

“Mo. I’m Y/n” I say with a nod.

“Nice to meet you Miss Y/n” She looked at me, sizing me up cautiously. 

“You ain’t gotta worry bout me lest you here to cause harm. You safe round here. Why don’t you help me gather up me some of this here wood and we can head on back.”

“Dat sound just fine Miss Y/n” Mo’ took off her jacket and threw it over her horses back, she rolls up her bloodied sleeves and takes the axe from my hands. 

“I’ll cut. You can load it on ol’ Blondie over there.” She pointed at her horse, and went to work. 

I watched her work. The veins protruding from her forearms as she gripped the axe and swung hitting the the stump she found with 

precision, easily breakin’ it down. She was strong, and I was intrigued. 

“What’s yo’ story? If you don’t mind me asking. How you end up here?” She brought the axe up and back down with a grunt, breaking the stump into another halve. I bit into my lip. My God.

“Once, I was set free, I decided to join the war. I watched them boys for awhile, and then I cut my hair bought a suit, walked on the base and picked up a uniform.” Grunt, slam. “Made enough money to get out and buy me a gold claim, so I can buy me and my people some land out this way. Ran into Tommy Walsh and his boys on the way to cash the claim, the coach crashed, ruined the claim.” Grunt, slam. “Long story short everybody dead and the good Lord saw fit to get me out alive, nie I’m tryna get far way from that place as possible.”

“You killed Tommy Walsh and his boys!?” My eyes wide as saucers. As a walked over gathering the wood she cut to stack on her horse back. She glanced over her shoulder at me. 

“Only cause I had to.” There them damn flutters again. 

“ Hm, So you’s a soldier. I ain’t never met no soldier gal befo’ “

“ We’ll I’m the only one I know of” she say walking up to me hand reachin’ out for a shake axe thrown over her shoulder. I reach and grab it, admiring how veiny and strong her hands are “So nice to meet ya.” She say, with a small smile. Our eyes met as we shook hands. The touch sent ‘lectricity through my body. Was it possible that I fancied this woman? The touch lingered a bit longer than normal. 

“Uh I-I reckon we got enough here. We should head back fo’ dark catch us.” I said letting go of her hand. She stepped back eyes still on me, she smirked a little before tying the wood to the horse and guiding Blondie towards my home as I led the way. 

The walk was silent as I walked beside her. I couldn’t help but to keep glancing’ her way. Lookin at the stride of her walk. All them cuts ‘n bruises and she still walked real smooth. This Mo smoother than any man I ever met. “You smell real pretty” I hear her soft voice break our silence. I smile. 

“I make my own soaps and butters out of some of the stuff I grow in my garden. I’ll let you choose some to wash with tonight. I know you’re dying for a good soak.”

Mo’ smiled and nodded, as we walk up to my home. I led her round back to the stables and gardens and got Blondie some apples, then led her over to the trough to tie her up so she could drink. Filling my witches pot with water to boil, I couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes borin’ a hole into my back.

“How a lil lady like you get all dis here? You got a husband?” Mo’ say walking up on my porch with me. I scoff a bit. 

“I’m surprised a strong woman like yo’self would aks a question like that. Another woman can’t be jus’ as strong as you?”

Mo’ smiled using one side of her mouth. Tilting her head to the side a bit, her hat adding that mystery to her. It was almost seductive. 

“I ain’t said all that gal, I’m sure you plenty strong. You sho’ll stacked up to be.” A hint of what I believed to be flirtatiousness in her voice. Couldn’t be. 

Thank the Lord fo’ my chocolate skin though, cause I’d be red as a tomato from blushin’. I turn ‘round and head in the house with her following behind me. I can hear her chuckle. 

“To answer yo’ question Soldier gal, I built all this here m’self. I sell my soaps and things, milk from my cow, vegetables from my garden, and I do a bit of sewin’, to pay for supplies, and I do pretty damn good.”

“You out here all by yo’ lonesome?” Her eyebrow raised. 

“Yup, I do a good job handlin’ m’self too” 

Mo laughed, I knew then I’d do anything to hear that sound come from her again. 

“Yea, I got a piece of that when you had yo’ axe up ‘gainst my neck.”

I raised a confident brow and headed to the kitchen. 

“Got yo’self a nice place here Miss”

“Thank ya’ very much.” I smile big with pride. We should get you cleaned up fo’ dinner. Come on here, I’ll show you to the Wash room. First let me let you pick something to wash with. And get you some clean clothes.” I take her to my room pullin’ out my collection of soaps, oils, and butters.

“Whatever you wanna use just take it”

“You say you sell these?”

“Yea”

“How much?”

“Don’t worry about that I’m giving it to ya’”

“I can’t take from yo’ livelihood” 

“ Chile! It’s only a few lil thangs I got plenty just take it!”

“Awright, awright gal, Shucks!”She went through smelling the soap, until she got to one I could see she took a liken’ to. “That one right there I make out of bergamot and lemon, it would suit you well.”

There goes that smile again. I could just die. 

“I’m sure your waters done. I’ll go get it.” I say.

“Naw, I’ll take care of it. You can gon’ get started on that dinner.” 

“All right. I’ll leave you be. I layed out something comfortable for you to wear for dinner.” 

I decided to change into my thin white house dress to be a bit mo’ comfortable. I head back to the kitchen. And put on my apron, and pull out my chicken from the icebox, I’d  got it all seasoned and let it marinade through out the day. Figured I’d make chicken, peas, and cornbread. I got my oven all started up and got the food going. Once I got my cornbread in the oven, I decided to go and check on my guest. I walked to the wash room and knocked. 

“You doin’ aight in there?”

“I’m fine.. actually I was wondering if you had shampoo.”

“It’s in there in that lil cabinet. I could get it for you if you don’t mind me bein’ in there.”

“It’s fine.”

Slowly opening the door and making my way in, I see her in all her glor, soakin’ in the tub eyes shut head lying back relaxed. I walk to the cabinet and grab the shampoo. 

“ You know uh, I-I could wash it fa’ ya. You been through a lot gettin’ this far. I’m sure you could use a lil pamperin’. ” 

Mo opened her eyes, turning’ towards me lookin’ me directly in the eyes, she nods slowly. I move toward her, nealing at the side of the tub, grabbing my water cup to dip into the water and pour into her hair. I add the shampoo and began to massage it into her scalp. A deep groan come from Mo’s throat, she closed her eyes and sank deeper into the water. I smile and continue to lather rinse and repeat as I hum her a song. 

“Ain’t nobody handled me this gently since I’s a baby I reckon”

I smiled. And reached out a hand in front of her as I finished washing her hair. 

“ Here, let me get that sponge imma get ya back fa’ ya’”

Mo handed me the sponge and sat up. Surprisingly, she had a beautifully smooth back. I started washin’ her and she moaned meltin’ into my touch. The more sounds of approval I got the more it felt like an honor to cater to this here soldier gal. And I knew then, I did indeed fancy her. I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe right now.  

  I brought the sponge up from her back round her shoulders allowing her to sit back in the tub again. She leaned back and our heads were so close that I know she could feel my breath ticklin’ her ear. I held the sponge ‘gainst her upper chest and began to scrub. She brought her hand up to stop me and we locked eyes. Her eyes were filled with a confused type of desire, as our faces grew closer. I had to admit I was feeling the same. My head was confused but the throbbin at my core felt very sure. Our lips grew closer touching in the most gentle of kisses. Sendin my head swirling. I pulled back breakin’ away from those lips that were slightly rough, but in the most beautiful way.

“I’m sorry… I should go f-finish cookin” I say rushin out the do’.  What in the world was that?  I think as I start to fry my chicken.

A little later she come in the kitchen, dressed in  a fresh button up and some more twead slacks that I’d sewn to sell, smelling like fresh bergamot and her Afro damp and picked out, parted in the right side. My heart stuttered, as she sat down at the table, chair turned to face me. I pulled the cornbread from the oven. And feeling eyes on my backside I had to break the tension. 

“You like what you see soldier gal?” 

I turned to look at her, and she looked caught. Sitting man spread, leaned back in the chair hands restin cooly on her stomach, bottom lip trapped inbetween her teeth. Her eyes shot up to meet mine. 

“I I I’m uh sorry.”

“That’s not what I asked” I say, wiping my hands on my apron and walking towards her. A sudden burst of bravery hit me, I stopped right in front of her, her knees touching my shins. 

She shook her head to both sides absentmindedly. 

“I-it ain’t natural.” She says

“That ain’t what I asked neither. It ain’t nobody but me and you here, and I’m askin you, Do you. Like. What you see?” I ask bending over the chair holdin on to the seat of chair next to her thighs so I could be face to face with her. Her eyes locked on mine, and she nodded.

“Y-yea yea I reckon I do.”

“Is it comin’ natural to ya’? To like lookin’ at me?”

“I reckon so” she say breathin’ pickin’ up.

“Well that right there sound natural to me” I stood, leaving’ her breathless wantin’ mo’. I turned to go fix her plate. Putting a little extra somethin’ in my walk to give her a show. I could hear her let out a long sigh behind me. I fixed our plates and sat them down at the table, sitting next to her. 

“Eat up” 

“Look good” She say’s, but when I look up I see she’s looking at me. I bit my lip and  turned toward her. Reckoning’ she wasn’t hungry fo’ no food at the moment.

“When you lookin’ at me like that. What you thinkin?”

“I ain’t thinkin’ as much as I’m feelin’. “

“Well what you feelin’?” Her eyes lower in an undeniable lust, and her voice is lower than i remember when she speaks next. 

“Like I wanna kiss you, and I wanna feel you pretty lady. You gon’ let me do that?” She ask, leanin’ forward elbow on the table. 

I stand again. This time making my way over to her, I push her back in her seat, hiking up my dress I make myself comfortable with both legs on either side of her lap. 

“Do it please, kiss me, touch me. You can do whatever you want with me soldier gal”

She hungrily leaned in and connected our lips. Her hands gripped my waist as my arms snaked around her neck and I started to roll my body into her lap. Her hands lowered from my waist down to my backside givin’ it rough squeeze. She pulled away from the kiss, shocked. 

“You ain’t got on no drawers!?” She whisper yelled. I laughed heartily.

“I’on like wearing’ em round the house.” 

She growled low in her throat, and next thing I know I was being picked up and placed onto the table. Plates pushed to the side. Mo’ crawled on top of the table between my legs wrestlin’ with her shirt. I reached down helpin her untuck her shirt and I clumsily unbuttoned her pants as she got her shirt unbuttoned, and tossed to the side. Our lips connected again with her pressing her body into mine slowly grinding into me. I moan into her mouth reaching under her form fitting tank she still had on, touching the smooth skin of her firm stomach. 

“I ain’t never done this befo’” she manages to say between kisses. I pulled away and looked into her eyes. 

“Me neither, but it’s natural right. So we’ll just listen to our bodies. Do what they tell us to right?”

“Right.”

She leaned in, kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips, my chin, down to my neck. She took her time there. Sliding the straps of my gown down my arms revealing my breast. She looked down at them licking her lips. She went down further attaching her lips to my left breast while palming the other. 

“Ah! Mo” her name comes out as a sigh on my lips. She moans at my taste, bringing her tounge out flicking it over my nipple before reattachin herself suckin a bit harder. She moves on from that one showin the other some attention too. Then she squeezes them together burying her face into my breast. Kissing, licking, sucking, moaning like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. I could feel my core leaking, waiting for her touch as she gave my body some much needed attention. She made her way down my body until she pulled my dress up making it bunch up at my center. 

She opened my legs groaning at the sight of my flower. She began to kiss her way down my thighs. I threw my head back eyes clenched shut in anticipation. Then I felt her hand touch where I craved her most. My breath hitched.

“ My God… it’s so wet” she placed her thumb on my pearl, Stroking up, down, circle, circle. Up, down, circle, circle. She repeated the pattern. 

“Ooooh Mo Babyyy! Y-you makin my body feel so goood!

“You smell so good Miss Y/n, I wanna taste you, can I put my mouth on you?”

“YES! Oh God please yes!” My breathing picked up, as she lowered herself down on me. I moaned softly as she placed a gentle kiss on my lady parts. Then another, and another. Slowly she stuck out her tongue and began licking long slow strips through my folds. It felt like my soul had left my body and was somewhere in another universe. I thought that was as good as it could get until Mo’ wrapped her lips around my pearl and began to suck. My eyes snapped open, my body lurched forward, mouth droppin open into the shape of in O, and my arms came down behind me to hold my body steady. 

I watched her work. Strong hands gripping my thighs, face buried between them, eating me like I’s the best meal she ever had. “Mo’ I-I Oooooo”. Words betrayed me as my body shook from the pleasure I was recieving. I began to roll my hips into her face, head dropping back as I brought my hand up to grip her freshly washed hair. Apparently, this drove her crazy, because both of her arms wrapped themselves tightly around my thighs and before I knew it I was being lifted into the air and carried to the nearest wall. She pressed me up against the wall as I sat on her shoulders as she devoured me from what felt like the inside out. I was going crazy. She brought a finger to my entrance and started to thrust it inside me. 

“Gyat Damnit Soldier Gal! I-I f-feel like I’m gonna explode! I can’t take nomore! Please!”

She took her mouth off only for a moment.

“ Yes you can. You can do it You strong pretty lady. Take it. I’m not done tasting you.”

“ AHHHH! Mo somethings happenin’ Don’t Stop!!! ” I scream as a warmth radiated throughout my entire body. I felt something snap inside my belly and then I was gripping the back of her head with one hand and the other shot to the ceiling. My hips bucked into her face and my back arched. My body was trembling overwhelmed by this new sensation, tears began to stream down my face. I had never felt anything like that befo’. 

Mo, stayed down there and licked up every drop, then gently lowered me down, wrapping my legs around her waist.

“You alright pretty lady?” I looked at Mo with stars in my eyes, speechless. Still slightly jerking coming down from my high, causing Mo  to chuckle a bit. “Talk to me little lady”. 

I grabbed both sides of her face kissing her passionately. “I wanna make you feel good too, you been doing all that fightin’ and killin’, you deserve to somethin’ pleasurable.”

“You gon’ do that for me?” She bit her lip and raised a brow.

“Take me to the room and I’ll show you.”

Mo’ smiled and ran to the room with me in her arms. Once we reached the room, I wiggle out of her arms and push her backward until we reached the bed. I push her back onto the bed and pull off her tank, allowin her to pull down her pants and underwear. She now lay underneath me completely naked and all I wanted to do was take care of her. 

I hover over her looking her deep in the eyes. Takin in all her scars. They somehow made her more beautiful. Knowin all she had been through and here she was trustin’ me with her body, Layin bare. I couldn’t possibly let her down. I kissed her neck right above the healin scar, and the other side against the one already healed. I moved down to her breast takin my time there. Her back arched as she brought her hands up to the back of my neck holding me up against her breast as though she was feeding me, and I sucked her slight but pretty breast like I’d been starving’ for years. 

I left a trail of kisses down her belly making my way to her pretty little womanhood. In between strong toned chocalate thighs that glistened with her need for me. I placed two fingers against her folds. Swiping up, seeing her wetness coat my fingers. I hummed, looking up I met the eyes of the Soldier Gal, and proceeded to press a kiss against her bud. She let out a hissing sound, the arch in her back getting deeper as she threw her head back. I followed her lead doing what I’d felt her do to me. 

“My my pretty lady” She moaned with that enchanting voice of hers, as I stuck my tongue inside her entrance moving it in and out. I brought my hand to her pearl and rubbed circles as I continued to bask in her taste. 

“Oh right there! Please make me feel good!” She screamed grounding her heat into my face , that’s when something came to me. I pulled away suddenly earning a disappointed huff from Mo.

“It was feeling so good! Why’d you stop?”

“I w-want to try something. Uh, I want to feel you up against me”

“Huh? I ain’t no man I don’t think we gon feel nothing.”

“Let’s just try it hm?” She nods her head. I began to position myself over top of her. Throwing a leg over hers, then reaching down to spread open her lips, I lowered myself down onto her and both of us moaned out. Our eyes connected and we both smiled as I began to move my hips ‘gainst her. Her hands shot up to my hips holding me as she moved under me. We let out a simultaneous “Ooohhh!”. 

“Oh goodness, Pretty lady t-this here feel too good!”

“Mhm!” Is all I could manage in response as I speed up the pace reaching down to pinch and play with her nipples. She groaned as her eyes closed and her breathing picked up and her head began to thrash side to side. 

“Uuuhhhnnn!! I think I’m bout to explode!”

“Yes soldier gal that’s it! Let it take over you! We gon’ explode together! “

“Y-you feel s-so good ‘gainst me p-pretty lady!”

She say in a blissed out whimper. I bend down, our bodies still moving together, and took hold of her lips again. 

“ Let it go fo’ me Mo, I’m goin’ with ya’” I moan before grabbing’ her breast and placing my lips against hers again. That’s when I felt the damn break. Mo’ started to tremble underneath me her mouth opened against mine, as she let out the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, followed by “Shhiiitt! shit, shit, shit!” 

I felt her liquid gushing from her womanhood and that quickly brought me over the edge as well. My hips stuttered against hers. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held me real tight. Our mouths sitting open against eachothers swallowing the moans, my hands tangled in her Afro. Our bodies still moved against eachothers, in a trembling slow whine as we road out our highs together until we came down.

We both lay tangled together, quietly collectin’ our breath. She broke the silence.

“Miss y/n,… I wanna do that again.”

I looked up at her and couldn’t help but giggle at the smirk against her face. I kissed her lips. 

“That was a hell of a welcome home huh Soldier Gal.”

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A/N: Y’all saw Mo dragging them big ass men y’all know she can scoop you up. Lol I hope y’all enjoyed, and don’t worry Shame pt. 5 is coming!

[kerorinart]

This's Ush based on my headcanon, I'm going to explain everything about this Ush. I'll comment on the IDEA, I will explain the CONCEPT of the entire design and finally I'll tell you the LORE of this Ush (it will be a brief lore since it's not fully developed yet)

Let's goooo!!👇

🔺The idea

Basically, the idea comes from a dream I had a few days ago haha. I dreamed about a heroic Ush that for some reason the Ush in my dream had white spots on his fur.

I thought it was so cool that I wanted to draw the Ush from my dream, But cooler would be to give him a lore and a reason. And something quite interesting occurred to me 👀 (when it comes to my favorite characters I put a lot of effort into it hahaha)

🔺Concept

The white spots reminded me of when Ush in the Remington comic suffered very serious burns. After sacrificing himself to save Bonta from a fearsome monster, he was reincarnated into a kitten, who in the comic kept those stains from the burns. I thought it would be cool to keep those burns in the form of white spots as a symbol of his sacrifice for the nation 🫡

As for him outfit, I was inspired by traditional oriental clothing, since Ush looks that type of clothing. This Ush is wearing a blue haori* ( *a traditional Japanese jacket) , very representative color of Bonta, with a silver headdress around the edges of the garment. He wears his uniform somewhat sloppy and more comfortable for combat. The red ropes on his legs are woolen threads.

As for the weapon, I opted for a lance because I liked one of first designs of Ush that had a lance, in that design, the lance had a bell hanging and I decided to add it as a reference. This spear isn't just any spear, I was inspired by the niginatas! a Japanese weapon. And of course i wasn't going to forget that he's an Ecaflip, therefore his weapon on the upper blade represents a ♠️, on the lower blade a ♦️, like playing cards, and because the original Ush carries two swords which also represents these symbols. I should also mention that the upper blade is also inspired by the tips of French spears.

With this design I wanted to make something neither so detailed nor so simple.

🔺The lore

This's the story of a different Ush, who after the threat of a terrible monster in the nation of Bonta, sacrificed himself putting an end to the monster and reincarnated into a new life

In addition to preserving his nobility, he was named as a hero of Bonta, Ush would continue to live up to this name and find the admiration he so desired to have, or that's what his lackeys told him, because Ush... He doesn't remember anything about his previous life.

He doesn't know who the Brotherhood of the Forgotten/The Siblings are, and they didn't go looking for him again either because his priorities changed. Although he isn't involved in these canonical events, who knows if he may meet the little eliatrope again 👀

~ The end ~

Thank you for reading :)💕

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Welcome back to our second day of the Head Counselor event!!! Let's see what we have today!!!

Cabin 4 - Demeter

Our only Applicant from Cabin 4 was Cocona Tsuki Amaya!! Thank you for your submission, Cocona, and congratulations on winning Head Counselor!!! Here is Cocona's Submission:

Cocona, why would you be a good fit for head counselor?

Like I've said before when submitting her spotlight, she’s a mother figure, having basically mothered her siblings during the years. She’s responsible, too, keeps the cabin tidy and nice, takes care of the plants when they seem wilted. Leadership was always a quality of hers when it came to groups on camp or when in the trio of her friends, she’s not super strict, but not exactly too nice either, more like a mother, you know?

Cabin 5 - Ares

Our second poll of the event!!! Let's see who'll win!!!

Propaganda for both below, taken from their submissions: Everett, why would you be a good fit for head counselor? @everett-child-of-ares

Let’s see.. I’ve been at camp for eleven years. Im a hard worker and very determined to be the best possible. I’ll be very responsible and make rules to benefit everyone :)

Rio, why would you be a good fit for head counselor? @ofaresandnemesis

I wouldn't.

Cabin 5, please tell us what you think!! And remember, everyone is allowed to vote!!

Anderes Ignacio @anderes-ares-biker-himbo-son

Arlo @the-wolf-of-ares

Aster Valentina Remington @agressive-reject

Cameron Warrick @number-one-ares-kid

Davis Smith @the-only-good-child-of-ares

Sage Monroe @girls-gays-and-blades

Symphony Kawai Hollow @silent-sightless-war

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RWBY vs KRML

Ruby: *Twirls CR* Well Hello There~

Meliny: *Loading Budge* Um. Hi?

Ruby: Oh! Sorry, I was talking to the Gun!

~~~~~

Meliny: Does that thing get heavy?

Ruby: Nah, my Baby it perfectly weighted~

Meliny: Cool.

~~~~~

Weiss: *Cycles Dust* Hello Remington. You seem well.

Remi: *Flourishing Levy* I am Feeling Better. It is a Pleasure to see you again.

Weiss: That is excellent News. I ... I had missed you. It's good to see you as well.

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Remi: *Loading his Revolvers* Hey, Weiss, I want to apologize for being so Abrasive when we last saw each other. These guys have really Helped me come out of my shell.

Weiss: *Curtsy* Yeah, My team has tdone the same for me. You're forgiven.

Remi: I'm Forgiven? That Easy? Alright then! Let's Roll!

~~~~~

Blake: *Swings in* You must Be Marigold. I've heard a fair amount about you.

Marigold: *Stands Tall, Points sword at Blake* Aye! And a little Birdie told me you were one them Belladonnas! Seem our Reputations precede us.!

Blake: ... And Now I've heard From you. Hi.

~~~~~

Marigold: *Accidently sets off Hookshot, retracts it* Heya Catsup! How's the Family?

Blake: I could ask you the same question, Privateer.

Marigold: ... So that's how We're going at it, Aye?

~~~~~

Yang: *Punches Knuckles, Burn ignites* Wil, Wil, Wil, Look Who we've got here!

Wilhelm: *Nocks Bolt* Oh? Xiao-Long You been hanging onto that one?

Yang: Haha! Looks like we got a fight on hands!

~~~~~

Wilhelm: *Raps Crossbow against Shield* Come and GET SOME BLONDIE!

Yang: *Riding in on Bmblb* WITH THIS ENERGY! GLADLY!

Wilhelm: THIS BATTLE SHALL BE ONE OF LEGEND!

~~~~

Bonus

Ruby: *Petal bursts in* Ooh! Are those Dual Chamber Dust infusion Revolvers?

Remi: *Loading Revolvers* Yep! That's a custom scythe, yeah? That Blade collapsing mechanism seems really tough for how thin it is!

Ruby: Ah, Thank you! My baby is my pride and joy!

Remi: Yeah, Well my pals here are some of my finest work - the most consistent and versatile tools I have! Carbon steel blade edge-

Ruby: With a custom Steel/Aluminum mixture for Weight, Strength, and-

Both: Heat sinking, because repeated firing increases weight of wear and results in damage to the edge of the blade unless the barrel is properly cooled ...

NO CONTEST

[eepyghost]

"I have seen my warnings have not been heeded. The barrier will not protect you forever. Our armies are set, our blades sharpened, our teeth and our intentions bared. Had you read the prophecies of the Undersea before? The Gods made a promise that in a time such as this, our chosen one will make his decision; the shore, or the sea. Worry not, Oversea ones. He has made his choice. Your barrier will not last for eternity, and your kingdom will drown with all of your treachery. May your King man his army to the best of his ability. It will not be enough."

a letter from king enochin to mayor remington ; ch19, depths of natarus sneak peak :]

read depths of natarus here

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K. Imani's 2023 Favorite Books

This was such a great year for books! My TBR pile never once came close to empty and I always had a plethora of choices to choose from. I had a hard choice trying to decide what my top favs would be but ultimately decided on books that I know I would love to read again and again. All of these books were stories I couldn't put down and sacrificed sleep over - all extremely well worth it!

That Self-Same Metal (Forge & Fracture Sage #1) by Brittany N. Williams

Sixteen-year-old Joan Sands is a gifted craftswoman who creates and upkeeps the stage blades for William Shakespeare’s acting company, The King’s Men. Joan’s skill with her blades comes from a magical ability to control metal—an ability gifted by her Head Orisha, Ogun. Because her whole family is Orisha-blessed, the Sands family have always kept tabs on the Fae presence in London. Usually that doesn’t involve much except noting the faint glow around a Fae’s body as they try to blend in with London society, but lately, there has been an uptick in brutal Fae attacks. After Joan wounds a powerful Fae and saves the son of a cruel Lord, she is drawn into political intrigue in the human and Fae worlds.

Queen Bee by Amalie Howard

Lady Ela Dalvi knows the exact moment her life was forever changed—when her best friend, Poppy, betrayed her without qualm over a boy, the son of a duke. She was sent away in disgrace, her reputation ruined. Nearly three years later, eighteen-year-old Ela is consumed with bitterness and a desire for . . . revenge. Her enemy is quickly joining the crème de la crème of high society while she withers away in the English countryside. With an audacious plan to get even, Ela disguises herself as a mysterious heiress and infiltrates London’s elite. But when Ela reunites with the only boy she’s ever loved, she begins to question whether vengeance is still her greatest desire.

Their Vicious Games by Joelle Wellington A Black teen desperate to regain her Ivy League acceptance enters an elite competition only to discover the stakes aren’t just high, they’re deadly, in this searing thriller that’s Ace of Spades meets Squid Game with a sprinkling of The Bachelor. You must work twice as hard to get half as much. Adina Walker has known this the entire time she’s been on scholarship at the prestigious Edgewater Academy—a school for the rich (and mostly white) upper class of New England. It’s why she works so hard to be perfect and above reproach, no matter what she must force beneath the surface. Even one slip can cost you everything. And it does. One fight, one moment of lost control, leaves Adina blacklisted from her top choice Ivy League college and any other. Her only chance to regain the future she’s sacrificed everything for is the Finish, a high-stakes contest sponsored by Edgewater’s founding family in which twelve young, ambitious women with exceptional promise are selected to compete in three mysterious events: the Ride, the Raid, and the Royale. The winner will be granted entry into the fold of the Remington family, whose wealth and power can open any door. But when she arrives at the Finish, Adina quickly gets the feeling that something isn’t quite right with both the Remingtons and her competition, and soon it becomes clear that this larger-than-life prize can only come at an even greater cost. Because the Finish’s stakes aren’t just make or break… they’re life and death. Adina knows the deck is stacked against her—it always has been—so maybe the only way to survive their vicious games is for her to change the rules.

The Song of Wrath (Bones of Ruin #2) by Sarah Raughley

Iris Marlow can’t die. For years, she was tormented by her missing memories and desperate to learn her real identity. So when the mysterious Adam Temple offered to reveal the truth of who she was in exchange for her joining his team in the Tournament of Freaks, a gruesome magical competition, it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. But the truth would have been better left buried. Because Adam is a member of the Enlightenment Committee, an elite secret society built upon one fundamental idea: that the apocalypse known as Hiva had destroyed the world before and would do it again, and soon. But what the Committee—and Iris—never guessed is that Hiva is not an event. Hiva is a person—Iris. Now, no matter how hard Iris fights for a normal life, the newly awakened power inside her keeps drawing her toward the path of global annihilation. Adam, perversely obsessed with Iris, will stop at nothing to force her to unlock her true potential, while a terrifying newcomer with ties to Hiva’s past is on the hunt for Iris. All Iris wants is the freedom to choose her own future, but the cost might be everything Iris holds dear—including the world itself.

[kai-justis]

So we just had a brush up rehearsal, the first (and last) show we've had without an audience in a little while, so the cast got pretty silly with it :]

I wrote down a few outtakes from that 😁 sorry if it's messy and long, it was dark in there

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•Spoken, monotone, "the politicians. in their wisdom saw-"

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•McQueen: we look forward to going to Rio with our new profits

Everyone: BITCH

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•Hope: let me listen ❤️

*music stops, completely silent*

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•Hope: but DÆDDY 👹 bunnies don't drive cars

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•Bobby: keep your money ma

Ma: really?

Bobby: yeahh 😏

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•Barrel and Becky two shoes mewing at each other

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•Everyone is Old Man Strong. collectively

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•HOT BLADES HARRY SOUNDS JUST LIKE REMY REMINGTON??

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•everyone either no emotion no energy or going all out. and all the in betweens

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•Hope always doing 👉👈 and Bobby always doing 👉👉

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•Penny: OH NAURR?? *beats them up*

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•Lock stick reading the script from his hand

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•my heart har har har har *monotone*

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•the freaking wings flashing rainbow like Asriel Dreemur 😔

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•WHAAA? < WHAT.

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•in perfect unison, spoken, "now we've finally got you. now you're in our claws. captured in our city. of laws"

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•...I seee 👀🤭😏❤️

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•Cladwell just walking away with the guys kinda trailing behind him when he's supposed to be dragged away and thrown off the building

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•everyone dabbing each other up in the River

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•THAAATS RIGHT 😈 agagaga

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•MCQUEENS GYMNASTICS?? 🤸

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that's it 😁 it was great 🪠

[roboticsstuff]

Ripslinger x Dusty Crophopper Headcanons

*Humanized*

Gift for: @ask-shu-todoroki

Dusty Crophopper:

- Dusty saved Ripslinger from the fire when they first met again.

- Dusty asked Maru to help him out.

- Maru always has this smug shitty face when Dusty and Ripslinger were with each other. (He ships these two people together-)

- He's Bisexual

- Ripslinger and Dusty's relationship went from Enemies to friends to Boyfriends to a Married couple.

- Dusty was helping Ripslinger with his broken arm and leg from the crash during the fire, and he was Ripslinger's Physical Therapist.

- Dusty is Submissive (But can fight, he's kinda like Nicole Watterson) (When he cusses that means he's pissed, and annoyed.)

- Dusty wears his wedding ring on his golden necklace.

- Dusty grew up in New Orleans before he moved to Propwash Junction, Minnesota with his step father.

- Had an abusive mother named Wind Whistle Crophopper. (His real father Vicky Crophopper died in an army plane accident) (Skipper witnessed the murder of his best friend Vicky Crophopper getting killed by The Red Baron, and Skipper had PTSD.)

- His mother was homophobic and transphobic. (Oof-)

- Can play an assortment of string instruments. (Cello, Violin, Viola, Bass, and Harp) (Ripslinger loves it when his husband plays the Violin)

- Has high metabolism.

- Sees Skipper as his father figure.

- Scars from his crash on his face, shoulder, and has a scar on the border of his nose. (Aka, Planes: Fire and Rescue)

- Was the smartest kid in class, and he was proud of it.

Remington "Ripslinger" Tornado Baron:

- Was shocked that his father revealed his secret of him killing Dusty's father.

- Ended his friendship with Zed and Ned. (Ned and Zed were PISSED)

- He was secretly attracted to boys. (Yup- You're welcome Dusty~)

- His Brother Bullet was a bitch and he is Ripslinger's little brother.

- Hated Dusty on the outside, but loved Dusty on the inside- He was a simp!

- His dominant (But can get scared when Dusty is pissed.)

- Wears his wedding ring on his finger.

- Can sing like an angel when Dusty plays his instrument and they can cover a song that they want to cover.

- Dusty and Ripslinger adopted three kids Called: Daisy (Second oldest), River Rush (Male eldest), Red Velvet (Youngest daughter)

- Kisses Dusty on his scars and it warms Dusty's scars.

- Dusty and Ripslinger dances with each other with their favorite songs in the living on Friday nights.

- Confessed to Dusty first when they were friend/crushes

- Proposed to Dusty at Piston Peak after the fight. (Plot: Dusty said yes and kissed him while the fire rangers looked at them in shock, Blade was so damn proud of Dusty)

- On Valentine's Day they always drink until they get tipsy. (And they spice it up in the bedroom)

- He is Pansexual.

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Names and Pronouns request~! (long post!)

Weapon Themed Names:

Magnum, Caliber, Shooter, Gunner, Hunter, Trigger, Pistol, Arrow, Bowie, Remington, Archer, Chimalli, Ammo, Boomer, Bomb, Pow, Swordia, Blade, Spear, Dagger, Stabber, Sniper, Katana, Axe, Grenade, Javelin, Star, Pernach, Falchion, Rapier, Saber, Bill, Fork, Pike, Sovnya, Spetum, Scythe, Hammer, Daikyu, Skane, Musket, Ram, Cannon, Mortar, Trebuchet, Cog, Mail, Chain, Claw, Brass, Katar, Cutlass, Scimitar, Talwar, Claymore, Bilbo, Bolo, Sickle, Pick, Mattock, Labrys, Ono, Club, Sai, Sledge, Scepter, Dory, Glaive, Dart, Harpoon, Pipe, Vel, Boomerang, Wallace, Flintlock, Whipper, Bullwhip, Knout, Urumi, Lasso, Buckler, Parma, Scuta, Bayonet, Revolver, Browning, Rast, Roth, Pieper, Steyr, Flammen, Colt, Nagant, Ruby, Lewis, Maxim, Mills, Saint, Machete, Webley, Lee, Speed, Marlin, Martini, Madsen, Vickers, Hales, Jam, Torpedo, Hay, Morriss, Livens, Sauterelle, Beholla, Frommer, Smith, Peabody, Savage, Winchester, Hotchkiss, Tank, Barbed, Bayard, Krupp, Beretta, Perino, Guntō, Nambu, Arisaka, Trench, Carl, Chauchat, Gatling, Auto, Semi, Viven, Newton, Puteaux, Nail, Stiletto, Buckle, Thompson, Perosa, Cei, Thornycroft, Caldwell, Darne, DeKnight, Sia, and Dayton

Weapon Themed Pronouns:

Ax/Axe/Axes/Axe's/Axeself

Arm/Armed/Arms/Armed's/Armedself

Bayon/Bayonet/Bayonets/Bayonet's/Bayonetself

Blade/Blade/Blades/Blade's/Bladeself

Club/Club/Clubs/Club's/Clubself

Dag/Dagger/Daggers/Dagger's/Daggerself

Harp/Harpoon/Harpoons/Harpoon's/Harpoonself

Jav/Javelin/Javelins/Javelin's/Javelinself

Pistol/Pistol/Pistols/Pistol's/Pistolself

Sword/Sword/Swords/Sword's/Swordself

Weap/Weapon/Weapons/Weapon's/Weaponself

Cut/Cutlass/Cutlasses/Cutlass's/Cutlasself

Clay/More/Claymores/Claymore's/Claymoreself

Katan/Katana/Katanas/Katana's/Katanaself

Rapier/Rapier/Rapiers/Rapier's/Rapierself

Stab/Stab/Stabs/Stab's/Stabself

Saber/Sabre/Sabers/Sabre's/Saberself/Sabreself

Strike/Strike/Strikes/Strike's/Strikeself

Ammo/Ammo/Ammos/Ammo's/Ammoself

Bullet/Bullet/Bullets/Bullet's/Bulletself

Gun/Gun/Guns/Gun's/Gunself

Mag/Magazine/Magazines/Magazine's/Magazineself

Rifle/Rifle/Rifles/Rifle's/Rifleself

Shot/Shot/Shots/Shot's/Shotself

Shoot/Shoot/Shoots/Shoot's/Shootself

Snipe/Sniper/Snipers/Sniper's/Sniperself

Scope/Scope/Scopes/Scope's/Scopeself

Trigger/Trigger/Triggers/Trigger's/Triggerself

Pow/Pow/Pows/Pow's/Powself

Pew/Pew/Pews/Pews's/Pewself

Boom/Boom/Booms/Boom's/Boomself

REQ BY: @de-rune!

Hope this helps! I spent a week collecting names and pronouns for this! Teehee!!

[gunzlotzofgunz]

French WWI Contract Mle 1914 Remington Rolling Block Calibre 8mm Lebel

In 1914 the arms production capacity of the Remington company was available to anyone with money. The Rolling Block was obsolete by this time (Remington had ceased production of all but the rimfire models), but the tooling was still there and the design remained inexpensive, robust, and reliable. In November 1914 the French government placed an order for 100,000 of the rifles (including some carbines) in 8mm Lebel, with wooden upper handguards and bayonets.

These would prove to be the only single-shot rifles manufactured new for use in the Great War. The first deliveries began in March 1915, and by June of that year Remington was producing 500 per day. The entire contract was delivered on schedule by early 1916. These Remington rifles were marked a bit differently than typical French-production military arms. They were serial numbered on the stock and the barrel only (and this was done upon receipt in France, not by Remington), and some inspections like confirming parts interchangeability with other manufacturers was skipped (since Remington was the only manufacturer). The one identifying mark from Remington (aside from the patents marked on the tang) was “CAL 8MM” stamped on the barrels. These were the only smokeless-powder 8mm Rolling Blocks made, and thus are fairly easy to identify upon inspection.

The bayonets provided had 405mm blades per French requirement, but were otherwise basically identical to the bayonets Remington had manufactured for military Rolling Block contracts in past decades. After the end of WWI, the Rolling Blocks remained in inventory, and some remained there at least into the 1930s, as evidenced by it’s “N” chamber conversion.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

ok this will sound weird but,,,thank you for sharing your thoughts on the sonic archie comics 🥺 I always want to talk about mine as well and share my ships but I get worried of getting dunked on by antis lol

if you don’t mind asking, what other ships from the comic you like aside from mighty x ray and snivegg?

Hey, that's okay! And very understandable, for the record

Hehe I definitely don't mind answering! It's like ahsbsbns so many though 😂

So definitely Snivegg and Mightray as you already mentioned

Lienouge (Lien-da x Rouge)

Julouge (Julie-Su x Rouge)

Sonighty

SonRay

Rayails/Tairay

Mightails

Sallamy (specifically well into the comic or like post the sgw)

Sallicole

Minally (Mina x Sally)

Minacole (Mina x Nicole)

Sonelias

Geofflias (Geoffrey x Elias)

I do like Geoffrey/Sonic (but I most enjoy it when Prince Elias is involved)

MaxLocke

Espighty (Espio x Mighty)

Honamy (Honey x Amy)

Sonadow

Omegadow

Omegixit/Fixitmega (Omega x fixit)

Soknux

Knuxails

Shadails

Shadeclipse

Knuckles/Eclipse

Rougamy

Blazouge

Sonjet

SpeedJet (Speedy x Jet)

Speedails

Eggwily/Wilegg (Dr. Eggman x Dr. Wily)

SonMega (Sonic x Mega Man)

Knuckles x Proto Man/Break Man

Rotor/Cobar

Rotommy (Rotor x Tommy)

Adails/Adamails (Adam the ai x Tails)

Metonic

Mettails

Shardonic

Shardails

Shardilver

Shardlias (Shard x Elias)

Silvlias (Silver x Elias)

Antoine/Sonic

Lara-le/Wynmacher

Lara-le/Lien-da

Lara-Su/Argyle

Lara-Su/Sonia (specifically the 25 yrs later timeline pre King Sonic's messing with the timeline)

Sonourge

Scourgails

Scourgiles (Scourge/Anti-Sonic x Miles/Anti-Tails)

Mileails/Taimiles (Tails x Miles/Anti-Tails)

Soniles (Sonic x Miles/Anti-Tails)

Sonic/Zonic

Bunally

Bunnicole

Fionic (Fiona x Nic)

Beanack/Fangbean

Beanbark

Knuxighty

Knuxpio

Sonespio

Vespio

Vector/Knuckles

Charmy/Mello

Vectighty

I actually did enjoy Team Chaotix + Knuckles + Mighty as a ship pre SGW

Blazeam

Creamamy

Is there a ship between Sonic or Tails and that copy of Tails Mammoth Mogul made? Because if there is, then that.

Soneclipse

Metourge

Scourgadow/Shadourge

Roseamy (Rosie the Rascal/Anti-Amy x Amy)

Mammoth Mogul x Ixis Naugus

Sonchris

Chrisails

Speedonic/Sonsam

Vanilla/Lindsey

Chuck Thorndyke and the scientist who made the shrinkray in the comic (He was like an old roommate/partner)

Roupaz

Sonilver

Shadilver

Silvaze

Sonchip

Razonic (Razor x Sonic)

Geoffilver (Geoffrey x Silver)

Sonbean

Metal Sonic/Tails Doll

Metal Sonic/Metal Tails

Metal Sonic/Metal Knuckles

Shardetal (Metal Sonic x Shard)

SonSpike (Sonic x Spike the porcupine)

Zavok/Eggman

Breezy/Honey

Relic/Tikal

Chaonic (Chaos x Sonic)

ChaoKnux (Chaos x Knuckles)

Strikeonic (Sgt Striker x Sonic)

Striker/Razor

Black Doom/Black Death

Scourgeclipse

Mecha Sally/Nicole

Znively/Zobotnik (The variants of Snively and Eggman from the horizontal dimension of Zone cops)

Chrisadow

Sonkhan (Sonic x Monkey Khan)

Monkey Khan/Tails

Bunnalicia (Bunnie x Alicia/Anti-Sally)

Sticksamy

Remington/Harry

Muttails (Muttski/Ben x Tails, post SGW)

Sonic/Muttski (post sgw specifically)

Storm of Clovers (Clove x Conquering Storm)

Julamy (Julie-su x Amy)

Sonic/Tommy

Cuorb (Cubot x Orbot)

Sheriff D'coolette/Antoine's Father x Rob o the hedge

Dimitri x Eggman

Eggman x Dr. Light

Coral x Amy

Razor x Blade

Coral x Undina

Zontails

And...whew

I hope I didn't miss any since I put these ones down off the top of my head

Really, thank you for the ask! And if you'd like to ask about any ships I like specifically (headcanons/thoughts/whatever), or if there was a pairing you were curious if I liked in any capacity, feel free to shoot me another ask😊

[springs-heir]

✧⋄⋆⋅ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: remington warren // @victorywithremy 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the training grounds. 

"So... So you want me to just come at you? Um... Okay!" He feels unsure about what is about to go down. The idea of hurting someone isn't something Oliver wants, in fact it's the thing he wants to avoid most of all. But after that night, after having to do what he did he knows that he can't just sit back. That with these new gifts he'll need to defend himself, but more importantly to defend his new family... So today he's choosing to face his demons. Reaching down he takes a calming breathe as a strange feeling takes hold. An itch to cause pain, to do harm, it crawls underneath his skin as he feels something snap into place.

At the edge of his vision he sees hues of pink and green begin to float around him. Small puffs of smoke and vapor as a haze builds up. Then there's another feeling. It feels like something is being pulled back taut. His right hand letting go of the scythe and raising up and points towards Remy. With a flick of his wrist he feels that taut sensation snap free and in a burst of energy a flurry of razor sharp leaves coated in pink mist go rushing towards Remy and slamming into him. At the same time the sheer force of the attack had Oliver sliding back, unused to the burst of power as he stumbles back 20ft.

[ ROLLED 16 TO HIT, DEALING 11 SLASHING AND 4 POISON, TOTAL OF 15 DAMAGE ]

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: moves 20ft backwards so distance is now 50ft 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: casts leaf blade [ cantrip ] 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: casts noxious pheremones*

[kazuyumi1412]

Detective Light Novel

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Chapter 1:

The Lady Detective & the Twin Apprentices

"...Lucerna itself is at risk if we allow any more of these incidents to occur. That is why we, as the enforcers of the law, must tighten security and keep the Paras from entering at all costs."

"These idiots... Can't recognize what the hell they're doing..."

Adeline muttered to herself as she read the newspaper, dated March 5th, 1924. Frankly, it was ludicrous how things had gotten to that point, but then again, with all of the tension between the two societies…

“Cordelia.”

The black-haired young woman stopped in her tracks, right in front of the fireplace. A small piece of cake on a similarly sized plate had been set down next to it.

“What are you doing?” Adeline asked, a bit puzzled by her actions.

“Well, I was going to leave out some dessert for Mr. Brownie,” Cordelia noted matter-of-factly. “It’s only fair that he gets to have some too.”

Is she still going on about that? “Cor, it’s ludicrous to expect that a brownie visited us. With all of the Anti-Para nonsense going around, he may as well have said ‘Hey, I’m about to go straight to the gallows!’ or something like that.”

Her smile faded. “But we’d never hurt him, would we?”

“We wouldn’t. But what if he went into some other house?”

She folded the newspaper up neatly, handing it over to Cordelia and letting her see the paper’s front page. A picture of the Inquisition’s leader adorned its front page, surrounded by multiple others in dark red cloaks. Frankly, it appeared less like a force of good and more like a cult.

“I wish it wasn’t the case, but this part of Baske is too dangerous for supernaturals to be spotted in,” she stated. “Just like how it’s dangerous for humans to be in their territory.” - a scoff escaped the woman’s lips - “We even separate ourselves from them by calling our half a different name. It’s all Baske. Why not just use that name?”

The young woman perused the paper for only a second before setting it off to the side, not wanting to lay her eyes on it. “I just don’t understand… We live in the same country… In the same city, even… Why can’t we stop fighting each other and get along? It’s not that hard, is it?”

“It’s just the nature of people,” a calm voice stated. “We’re afraid of what we don’t understand. That applies to other people as well..”

Adeline and Cordelia looked over at the stairwell, spotting Remington standing at the top step. A leather-bound journal rested in his arms, and a fountain pen peeked out of his breast pocket. Even when he wasn’t taking notes, he seemed to be carrying them everywhere.

“Nicely said,” Adeline chimed in.

“Thank you, Ms. Idler,” Remington replied.

His sister let out a sigh. “I just wish that people could stop being afraid of each other,” Cordelia said. “There’s so much that we can learn from each other!”

Remington held his journal closer to his chest, perking up slightly. “No kidding. There’s only so much that you can learn from just reading a couple of textbooks. I, for one, would love to get information directly from the source!”

“Yeah! I’d love to learn more about Mr. Brownie when we get to meet him!”

“You know that brownies don’t like to be seen, right?��

She got to her feet, straightening out her outfit slightly in the process. “Maybe the brownie that visited us is different. Even if he isn’t, we can always turn around or close our eyes.”

Admittedly, although she adored that aspect of her apprentices, Adeline tried to quell their enthusiasm with a small shushing gesture. If the Inquisition heard them right now… Honestly, I don’t even want to imagine that.

She got up from her chair, her long, brunette hair falling down to her shoulder blades. “I’ve got some business to attend to,” she told the twins. “Can you two hold down the fort while I’m out?”

Cordelia was the first to reply. “Of course!” Her brother gave an affirmative nod.

“Good. I’ll be out for a while, so try not to cause too much chaos while I’m gone.”

Adeline grabbed her coat from a nearby coat rack and slipped it on, heading downstairs and proceeding to head out the door. As the door closed, Remington’s expression changed, the smile that had been displayed on his face fading.

“And here, I thought that she wasn’t afraid of anything…”

His sister stayed silent, glancing off to the side as she held her arms.

“I know…”

~~⚖~~

Adeline made her way through the streets, hands in her coat pockets. Even though the winter chills had died down, it was still rather cold, and she’d forgotten her gloves back in her office.

Should’ve known they’d be closed this late in the day. And right when my sweet tooth was acting up too! She kept her eyes on the path in front of her, walking at a decent pace. “Good thing this thing’s warm. Otherwise, my whole body would be freezing.”

She kept walking, passing by a couple of intersections in the process. Hansom cabs and other carriages passed her by, with the horses’ hooves clopping on the pavement. Admittedly, the streets were a little packed for that time of day. The sun was about to set, and members of the public were discouraged from staying out too late at night. Not that Adeline cared. It was just another silly rule that the Inquisition had pushed for. Then again, she didn’t want to get into any hot water with them if she could avoid it.

I hate that I have to walk on eggshells around them. But I need to keep Remi and Cor safe. Better to keep our heads low than not have heads at all. And honestly— Her train of thought was interrupted by the sounds of people running close by. What the—

Adeline wasn’t able to finish her thought, as someone dashed around the corner and barreled right into her. Thankfully, neither of them fell over, though Adeline stumbled a bit at the impact. When she finally registered what had happened, her eyes locked on the young woman in front of her. She stood just shorter than Adeline herself, a dark blue cloak concealing her frame and most of her head. Even so, the woman’s raven-black hair was rather visible, draped on her right shoulder and fashioned into a long ponytail.

“Hey,” Adeline said, “are you—”

She couldn’t finish her sentence before the young woman shoved her out of the way. “Move!”

The mysterious young woman sprinted past her. Adeline watched the whole scene go down, unsure of what to think. However, not long afterwards, she was greeted by a posse of all-too-familiar red cloaks.

The Inquisition. What are they doing here? Are they—

“Hey,” one of them said, snapping in front of Adeline’s face to get her attention. “Where’d she go?”

Adeline was too dazed to understand. “H-huh?” she stuttered.

“That lady! One in the blue cloak!”

The thought of lying crossed her mind, but her finger pointed in the direction of the fleeing female before she could say anything to the contrary. The men thanked her, then continued their hot pursuit.

…May the Lord protect you…

Her finger trembled a bit as she lowered it, soon shoving her hands back in her pockets and quickly walking off, leaving the incident at Shorewood and Berkeley behind herself.

~~⚖~~

In the meantime, Remington looked out the window as the streetlights flickered on, though Adeline was nowhere to be seen. He tapped his fingers on the back of his journal, his eyes fixated on the street below.

“I wonder where he is…”

Remington snapped out of his trance, looking back to see his sister sitting near the fireplace in her nightgown. Her black pigtails had been undone, and her long hair was left draping down her back. Honestly, it was a little surprising to see Cordelia getting ready to go to sleep that early. However, despite her appearance, she seemed wide awake, staring at the hearth. The piece of cake she had set out earlier was still there, untouched.

“I doubt he’ll show up if you keep staring like that,” Remington noted.

“I can’t help it,” his sister replied. “I’ve wanted to meet him ever since he showed up and rearranged Ms. Adeline’s office. I’ve never got to talk to a real Para before!”

“There’s a good reason…”

His sombre tone caused her to turn around. “What kind of person do you think I am? I wouldn’t hurt him!”

“Not that. Well… It’s not you.” - he glanced out the window, watching as a group of people in dark red cloaks passed by on the street - “I mean the Inquisition…”

Cordelia stood up at the mention of them. “The Inquisition?”

“You heard what Ms. Idler said earlier. It’s too dangerous for Paras to be spotted here. And it’s because of them.”

“Well, all they do is talk, don’t they? They just preach to people about how Paras are evil and will cause chaos if we let them get close.” Her movements were almost reminiscent of an actor in a play, exaggerating each arm movement and hand gesture. “They’re threatening to tear apart the fabric of our very society! We mustn't let them get close, or else all of Lucerna is doomed! Oh, the humanity~!”

“Don’t take this so lightly!” His sudden snap made his sister shoot up straight. “Ah. Sorry… It’s just…”

A sigh escaped his lips. It was the only thing that could at the time.

“I’m sorry,” his sister apologised. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s alright, Cor,” Remington replied. “I’m just…a bit on edge right now.”

He walked away from the window, sitting down in one of the nearby chairs. His journal was held tightly to his chest, almost like a child holding a cherished stuffed animal.

“They do talk a lot,” he noted, “but even talk can hurt people. Enough misinformation can lead people to assume certain things, and do certain actions.” - his gaze shifted downwards - “Besides, the Inquisition is not all talk…”

A question seemed to pop into her mind, but she quickly disregarded it. “I’m not going to ask…”

“Regardless, I’m not sure why a Para would even want to be on this side of Baske. They’d be in danger if they were ever…” He stopped in his tracks as he glanced over at the hearth. “…holy…”

Cordelia immediately spun around, locking eyes with the figure at the hearth. Admittedly, it was something that they expected, yet did not expect at all.

Standing right next to the cake that Cordelia had set down earlier was a small figure, looking almost like he came straight out of a young girl’s dollhouse. His green and white suit contributed to this idea, though it appeared scuffed and dirtied in places. His mint green eyes stared at the Sterling twins, being almost as wide — maybe even wider — than those of the twins themselves.

“H…Hi there,” Cordelia said quietly. The brownie didn’t say a word. “So… You’re here. I was starting to think that we’d never meet each other. I’m glad…”

Remington stayed absolutely quiet. Cordelia kept her eyes on the brownie, and his eyes remained on her. Nobody dared to move a muscle.

It was as if time stopped. Any sudden sound or movement would jolt them back into reality, and that moment would be lost forever.

“Well…uh…” Cordelia wavered, but still held eye contact. “I’m not going to lie, but…um… I didn’t think this far ahead. I thought I knew what I was going to say, but…poof! Gone…”

Remington looked at his sister with a face that could only be described as utter shock. However, the brownie seemed to relax slightly, if only for a second. The young woman perked up a bit at this, crouching down so she was at eye level with the brownie.

“Is it okay if I see you? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

His eyes darted downward for a split second, keeping quiet. He didn’t reply for a few seconds, but a quiet, affirmative hum eventually escaped his lips.

“Okay.” She switched to sitting down on the floor, brushing her long, black hair out from behind her so that she didn’t accidentally sit on it. “Thank you for letting me see you, Mr. Brownie.”

He did nothing more than nod his head.

“Um, I also wanted to thank you again. For helping Ms. Adeline with her office a few days ago. It’s always a little cluttered in there.” A small chuckle escaped her lips, but her companion didn’t reply. “In any case, my name’s Cordelia. What’s yours?”

His lips parted for a second, but nothing came out. He slunk backwards, the mop of silver hair on his head concealing his eyes as he looked down.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable.”

His eyes remained on the ground below him, looking a bit like a child that’s afraid to admit something to their parents. Even so…

“…my name…” His voice was so quiet, it was almost inaudible. “…I…”

The main door slammed open, causing everyone in the room to jump. The brownie immediately vanished, disappearing out of sight.

“Ah, wait!” Cordelia exclaimed. The brownie didn’t reappear, making her let out a sigh. “He’s already gone…”

“Okay,” Remington said to himself. “That wasn’t what I expected at all.”

She turned around to face her brother. “I know. What bad timing…”

“Not that.” - he got up out of his seat - “I meant how you managed to talk to him. How did you do that?!”

She put her hand on the back of her head, an awkward smile on her face. “Just got lucky, I guess.”

Adeline came up the stairs not too long afterwards, taking off her coat and putting it back in its proper place on the coat rack. Her face gave nothing away, but the slamming of the door told them plenty.

“Is something the matter, Ms. Idler?” Remington asked.

“It’s nothing, Remi,” she replied. “I just had a bit of a heavy hand, that’s all.”

His face became serious. “You never slam doors like that unless something’s wrong.”

“I’m fine, Remington. Don’t worry about it.” - she looked at Cordelia, preventing Remington from saying anything else - “Anyway, any luck spotting that brownie, Cor?”

Her eyes lit up. “Mhm! Remi and I saw him!” she beamed. “I even got to talk to him! Gray didn’t really say much, but maybe he’s just shy!”

Her eyebrows raised slightly. “Gray?”

“Well, he didn’t tell me his name, so I came up with one for him! But maybe he’ll correct me when we see him again. He was muttering something about his name, but I couldn’t really—”

Remington cut her off. “We can talk about him later. Right now,” - he stared directly at his mentor - “I want you to stop avoiding the question, Ms. Idler. What happened?”

Adeline stared straight back at him. “Remington, calm down. It’s really noth—”

“It’s the Inquisition, isn’t it?” His mentor froze in her tracks. “You had an encounter with them, didn’t you?”

She stayed quiet for quite some time. It was clear that Remington had hit the nail on the head. However, on the inside, he wished that he hadn’t.

“Keh… Is it really that obvious?” Adeline sat down in a nearby chair, sitting hunched over with her folded arms propping herself up. “They ran right past me. Right after a lady in a blue cloak bumped into me.”

“You don’t think…” Cordelia murmured.

“I’m not sure. It’s a possibility, but then again, I only got a glimpse of her before she ran off again.” - she sat up and looked over at her two apprentices - “Like I said earlier, this part of Baske is too dangerous for supernaturals to be spotted in. Even if you’re not one, if you’re so much as suspected of being one, you’ll be chased through the streets and suffer at the hands of the Inquisition.”

Neither of the Sterlings spoke up. The weight of the conversation kept any words from rising to the surface, though some quiet murmurs bubbled up, especially from Remington. Adeline stood up, walking over to her apprentices and putting her hands on their shoulders. A gentle smile was displayed on her face, but a remnant of sombreness crept in.

“I’m sure that she’ll be alright,” she told them. “Supernaturals are just as crafty as humans are.”

“I hope so…” Cordelia murmured.

“Regardless, you two should be getting some sleep. You won’t be able to be at your best if you’re sleep-deprived.”

“Says the person that stayed up for three whole days and nights working on a case,” Remington remarked teasingly. Adeline met his remark with a rough ruffle of his hair. “Hey!”

“Like you’re any better, Mr. Stayed-Up-For-Two-Days-Straight!” - she removed her hands from her apprentices and put her hands on her hips - “Now, off to bed, you two.”

The Sterlings complied, returning to their room and settling in for the night. Adeline, however, took a detour to her office, silently shutting the door behind her as she entered. Even though it had been mysteriously — Well, not that mysteriously — tidied up a couple of days prior, it was back to being the organised mess that it usually was.

I know that face, I swear. Adeline grabbed a book from one of the shelves and opened it, skimming its contents. Even if I haven’t seen it myself…

She wouldn’t let herself rest until she got rid of the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. It had to be somewhere. Some book… Some newspaper article… Somewhere, her answer layed, waiting to be found. She just had to search… And search… And search…

~~⚖~~

“Ms… Ms. Idler… Ms. Idler…!”

“MS. ADELINE, WAKE UP!!!”

Adeline jolted awake at the sudden scream. “I-I’m up! I’m up!” She glanced down, seeing that she’d fallen asleep at her desk. A book laid right where she was resting her head. “Ugh… You know, I prefer having an actual pillow rather than a book playing the part.”

“Ms. Adeline, we’ve got trouble!” Cordelia said, shaking her by the shoulder.

“Ow! Careful! Your grip’s harder than you think it is, Cor!” Cordelia immediately removed her hands from her mentor’s shoulder. The tension between Cordelia and her brother was so thick, Adeline doubted that even a knife could cut it. “It’s not them again, is it?”

“No, but…”

Remington answered before his sister could say anything. “It’s Mr. Dommer! He’s been murdered!”

A chill went up her spine. Murdered? It can’t be—! She rocketed up out of her chair, dashing past her apprentices and snatching her coat off of the coat rack. “You two, stay here! I’ll be right back!”

Before the twins could protest, Adeline ran downstairs and darted out the door. A horrible feeling made her stomach churn, but she had to push through it. If there was one thing that she’d learned from her time as a detective, it was that there was no such thing as a coincidence.

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