#The Renegades

[rooka-uwu]

[aniraklova]

THE RENEGADES

The famous group in the Wasteland. Pit fighter, shaman witch and ex raider mercenary. So different yet united by a purpose to destroy obnoxious raider clans of the Wasteland and take their revenge. Ash Beast - bloodthirsty and experienced pit fighter who can destroy anyone with his fists. It’s not a problem for him to take down a few raiders at once with just a few blows. Wild Demoness - shaman witch who possesses the power to talk with spirits and elemental magic. Raiders are especially afraid of her because spend rest of their life as a stone statue in Wasteland is quite a shitty idea as they say. Freak Razor - ex raider gang member mercenary with an exceptional skill at giving a bullet rain and knife fighting. The lad was tired of his leader betrayals and he simply left, giving everyone a bullet salad for free. 

[freddycartr]

can someone scream with me how beautiful the moment with nova and adrian was in the last scene of archenemies? because i have seen no one talk about it, and it may be my favorite scene with them (besides them falling asleep together, her falling asleep to his heartbeat, the betrayal(s), the “it was real” scene, nova teaching adrian to shoot and him getting distracted by her, adrian healing her wounds, the “maybe i want you to be mine” scene, and, finally, both scenes where they kiss). can you tell how much i am obsessed with them? it’s just so beautiful that she, his enemy (even if he does know that he is promising “to rip her [nightmare] apart” and nightmare is nova) was the first person that he went to. that the first person he went to was nova. god, they are fucking gorgeous and the scene was fucking perfection. back to my point, i love how they are both positioned, with him sitting and leaning his head into her stomach, and then his hands gripping her waist so hard that her shirt bunches. the way that it is described from nova’s point of view is so fucking beautiful, “adrian extended his arms and nova couldn’t resist the pull of them.” as if he is her gravity. and for adrian, nova is someone who grounds him. when he is in so much pain from max almost dying, he turns to nova, “she went to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her stomach.”

[pamsimmer]

i'm making it canon that the renegades are a rock band. you're welcome.

also manifesting bands PLS EA, i'm beggin' beggin' you ♫

[tosrcountdown]

🌠 6 Days Left! 🌠

It's the Renegades by Pai with leader Yuan Ka-Fai and his trusted officer Botta! A rebel group within the world of Symphonia, they are dedicated to one goal, and may only side with our heroes when necessary.

[mymiraclebox]

Yuume the Sheep, Kwami of Dreams

Yuume is a young kwami with a big Dream: to create a world without humans. With his closest companion, Attlantis, by his side, they are seeking out fellow kwamis who have grown bitter of humanity. With the Renegades rising Yuume will do anything to make his Dreams come true, even if it means during against fellow kwamis.

Yuume's Miraculous is a silver bell worn around the neck. His favorite food is daisies, and his transformation phase is “Yuume, slumber!”.

Yuume currently resides in the Wandering Box, which can be found wandering the world with its Guardian.

[westofessos]

I finally found a way to watch ROH and I’m having the best time. It makes my women’s wrestling lover heart so, so happy.

[sonicandartisticsurprises]

Latest addition to my YouTube "favorite dance scenes from movies" playlist : https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQtVu6v_meap0o514g-9BZwhwYMvPcmyy

From the movie Ghost Of Dragstrip Hollow produced by Kim Fowley.

Also featuring in the Screams, shrieks and squeals playlist : https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQtVu6v_meapow68ZWuFL-iuc1XTcE5i

and Songs-with-famous -people's-names-in-the-title playlist : https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQtVu6v_meapow68ZWuFL-iuc1XTcE5i-

[koco-coko]

Beware the Dreamer's Lie | Renegade AU Fanfic (pt. 1?)

@justsomerandomficsforrenegades

What if Adrian never forgave Nova?

Yes, I will be making more parts probably >:))

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A mother comforts her child, saying every nightmare has an end.

Well, that’s just a bold-faced lie, isn’t it? 

Nova knew that better than anyone.

Staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t help but wonder what brought her here. Was it herself or the external circumstances? Sometimes, it felt better to blame herself. Having hate in her heart for so long was tiring. She was so tired. Sometimes, she just wanted to sleep all day.

It was all your fault. You were led astray. You betrayed everyone.

"I will never forgive you."

Adrian spat at her. Those words played on repeat in her head.The Supernova, and she lost everything. Honey tried to sting her death, Phobia turned out to be of Adrian's creation and his mother's murderer– He destroyed Nova's whole life, really. Had he not appeared, Nova would still have her parents. Adrian would still have his.

And yet, blame placed on her own heart felt lighter. She had grown tired of hating the world around her. It made her feel powerful, in a sick, twisted way. She caused the destruction of Nova Mclain and Artino. Insomnia and Nightmare were now dead because of Nova and all her failings.

Take the shot.

If only she could. After everything settled down, Leroy was the only one left. Sometimes, he stopped by to try and cheer her up. Ever since her twenty-first, he'd bring wine if it was a special occasion.

By now, though, her heart was too closed for him to appeal to it anymore. She'd rather cry on her own.Finally, Nova forced herself off the couch. Everything in that apartment held the stench of death, despite the overhaul. After the Supernova, there was no place she could go. So, she went to the one place she couldn't get out of her head. 

Bang. 

Bang.

Bang.

Apartment 206.

The best part? Nobody wanted to live in the building where a family was murdered. It was a lot like the tunnels, actually, except she didn’t mind it. A dimly lit, tiny place that barely saw the light of day.

A couch, rusty TV, a dinner table. That was all the main room held. The master bedroom was even sadder, and the other was completely empty. At least the bathroom was cramped enough to hide the lack of decor. Nova stared at herself in the mirror. Sweet Rot, her hair was that long now? Sure, the past few years weren't her most shining moments, but seeing her hair reached below her shoulders just wasn't a great sight. Split ends and cowlicks were littered throughout the black blob of hair. Nova was quick to brush it, her teeth and briefly try to snap a ponytail on. She quickly gave up on it.

She lumbered throughout the house like a sleepwalking giant, each step crashing down on the floor. Pouring cereal felt like a blur. She only realized it was there when she saw her reflection in the milk. Eating it was even more hazy. What was she supposed to do again? The single lamp in the room flickered.

Oh, that was right. Leroy needed help stocking things. He liked her working in the back, not out front. Drove away business even more or something like that. Her memory was getting pretty hazy as of late. Maybe that was a bad sign. She put the same hoodie on, the same jeans, the same everything. The apartment complex echoed her every step. The door closing sounded like a gong. There wasn’t much left of the poor place. Just hollow walls and rusting steel stairways. 

And so, she went to work as she did every day. Same shelves, same rude stares, same mumbled insults and rumors, same… Everything was so blurry. She learned how to fill her ears with static.“Nova?” Leroy repeated. She hummed and slowly glanced at him. “I said, shift’s over. Go home.” After a harsh glare, he smiled gently. “I left some money in the back. Get a burger or something.” Nova hummed again and stumbled her way out.

Ten bucks was enough. Soda and some food. That’s all she needed. Thank the heavens she had a hoodie big enough to cover her most noticeable features. It didn’t stop the speculation. Maybe she should ask Leroy for a chemical mask. Could something change her voice, too? Well, no, she’d rather not change her voice. 

“Order for… Noreen?” a young woman yelled into the crowd, “Is that right? Noreen?” Nova snatched the bag from the girl and left the building promptly afterwards. How many names had she gone through now? Nova Mclain, Artino, Insomnia, Nightmare, and now Noreen. She still had to decide on a last name, but Noreen worked just fine in most cases. Not like she was going to any doctor’s offices anytime soon. Not like they’d dare treat her. 

For the past six years, this is how Nova operated. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Block out the bad thoughts with monotonous times. Any excitement in her life would remind her of an artist’s hands and lips, a friend’s eccentric hair, a buddy’s strange sense of humor, and butterflies everywhere. She hadn’t seen them lately, but apparently, there was a happy end. Danna and Narcissa went on the occasional date, Ruby and Oscar were smitten, Max found passions in science, the Everharts were going strong and reforming the Renegades for the better, Frostbite was… eh, nobody cares about her… and Adrian…

Nova gritted her teeth. She decided a long time ago to keep from stalking his social media. One accidental like and a war broke out in her dms. It seemed only Narcissa was open for rational discussion. Danna wasn’t thrilled about that, though.

Nova shoved her phone in her pockets and kept walking. Nightmare was the ghost of Gatlon, wandering aimlessly through streets and diners at night, never staying in one spot like. Just like old days. Sometimes, she’d stare down the steps to the subway tunnels, only to lose the contest and continue forward.

And so, life continued with Nova stuck in paralysis.

Well, until one day.

A fire broke out. Was it a bank? Another library? Ah, no matter. It felt the same. The same type of heat washing over her, the same type of screaming– only this time, Nova felt no need to help them. The Renegades always saved the day. They saved Magpie, they saved Max, Adrian, Ruby, everyone but her. She was used to that now.

But now, the Renegades were running late.

She stood steely in the middle of the street as people scattered in different directions. No fear was in her eyes. She’d survived far worse, anyways. Nova checked her phone again. Fifteen minutes. They never took fifteen minutes when she was Insomnia. It didn’t help that they were on the bad side of town, aka not next to Renegades HQ. They were actually pretty far from it, almost by the suburbs. Nova sighed. Maybe she would have to step in, but it was hard to tell if anyone was actually inside the building. She bounced her leg, watching her phone’s clock closely.

Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. 

Nova rolled her eyes and shoved her head over her face as hard as she could. Here goes nothing–Then a gunshot rang out and the screams got louder. The blood-curdling screams of a baby rang through the air. Nova’s ears were highly tuned for those.

Bang.

Another.

Bang. Papa.

Nova froze up. Evie was next. A chubby baby’s face was all she could see. Another. Her legs started moving on their own in the direction of the shot.

Three shots. On repeat.

She couldn’t see anything. A few figures appeared. A man made of fire, a burning building, an infant. Everything else disappeared into smoke as her instincts took over.

Three shots. On repeat. A baby crying. So distinct, so painful. She wouldn’t fail this time.

When they finally stopped, Nova found a pistol in her hands and a young man with a dent in his head. Had she… pistol-whipped… blood? Was he dead? God, she needed to get her memory back in shape. The Renegades would finally kill her for this. For real, this time. 

Three shots. Mama, Papa, Evie… It all was so constant, so clear.

Except something was different now. Nova blinked herself to reality.

Evie didn't stop crying.

She looked down. A baby, maybe a year or so old, wailing her little lungs out. Nova dropped the pistol within seconds. Covered in soot and smog, coughing on occasion, wiggling and writhing on the floor.

Nova stared down at the child. Actually, her nose was a bit too short. Her hair was too curly, too. And her eyes were a bright green, not blue. She was slightly leaner, too. Big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

The Renegades would be here any minute. One drop, two drops. Rain started falling. Nova didn’t mind getting too soaked, though, but perhaps a young child would. She stared down at the crying baby covered in smoke. Green eyes blinked and stared up at her, then returned to loud sobs. Nova chuckled. Was this even real? A baby girl faced with death in a cute little onesie.

The Renegades would be here any minute, and they’d save a little girl. They saved Maggie, they saved Max, Adrian… Everyone but her. That was a fact set in stone. This would be no different. Another orphan would be brought in the arms of a Renegade and someday lead a great life…

But a twisted, disgusting fantasy took hold. Nova laughed.

She knelt down and scooped the infant into her arms, cradling her close to her chest.

Gently, she rubbed her thumb across her cheek.

In an instant, she had been soothed to sleep.

Nova laughed harder as the rain started to beat down.

The sirens started blaring. Nova turned on her heel and began the journey home, chuckling and laughing to herself the entire time. She finally did it.

The baby nuzzled herself deep into Nova's chest, snug against hoodie's zipper.

She whispered, just loud enough for the child to hear.

“I think I’ll call you Evie.”

[soryualeksi]

Did anyone translate this 4koma yet? (My brain is mush, so a) that is very possible anf b) it's equally possible it's reblogged somewhere here on my own blog, too.

Either way, here I go. :'D

Title: Yuan's Right Hand

Yuan: "Botta. Is there any meaning behind one of your sleeve being torn off?"

Botta: "Whaaa--?!"

Botta: What should I do. I can't possibly say it just snagged somewhere and tore off...

Botta: "It's... It's... Well..."

Yuan: *glitter glitter sparkle sparkle*

Botta: "IT'S THE NEWEST FASHION CRAZE FROM ALTAMIRA!!!"

Botta: "The Right-Hand Man Look!"

Yuan: "Lloyd!!! You're mine!!!"

Lloyd: "WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH THE RENEGADES?!"

Note: It's a bit hard to put it into the exact right English words, but basically - as you probably noticed lol - it's all a big word play on right side - right sleeve - right hand. :'D

Yuan so sparkly and Botta can't bear to break his little heart (and admit he's clumsy with his clothes).

(Please don't let this already be on my blog and me just having retained zero memory aaaah...)

[stars-in-my-p0ckets]

the joker is winston pratt’s hero

[shayesinterlude]

Um just finished a reread of the Renegades trilogy after 4 years and-

I’m thinking about The Council and their backstories. How they got their powers.

How did Captain Chromium find out he’s invincible? Was it like a superman story were he was always “super”? And had to grow up, learning to control his temper, watch his strength, etc?

He gives me “grew up in the humble countryside but somehow still lacks an accent.” vibe

Blacklight also gave me the “born this way” vibe too. But what about Lady Indomitable ?

Or Simon becoming the Dread Warden.. A skinny little kid.. maybe always getting pushed around and picked on in school. Wanting nothing more than to be invisible only to one day.. turn invisible.

What could have possibly turned Tamaya into Thunderbird? Plane crash in the middle of a thunderstorm? Did Tsunami well..drown in a tsunami?? (literally just spit balling, but you get the point)

Also thinking about the OG Renegades before and during the Age of Anarchy. I need the “this how the band got together.” prologue.

(Um- how awesome would it be to get some sort of spin-off novella? Or even a comic with prologue and etc?? Something similar to what Marssia Meyers did with the Lunar Chronicles; making Stars above and Wires and Nerves.)

What drew the Renegades together in the first place? How did each of them join?

What causes their first argument? How did they handle their first kill? How they reacted to Nova’s family’s murder and their broken promise to protect them?

I can see Blacklight, (being the youngest) insisting that they refer to his garage as “Headquarters”. Or their “Comms” being cheap walkie talkies only uncovered by Georgia, (lady indomitable) sorting through his junk for supplies.

Them coming to the decision to move in together at “HQ”. After discovering how difficult it was to make plans, meet up and generally be on one accord from separate locations.

Could there have been a point when differences causes them to have a “This isn’t working” moment; And they go their separate ways?

Only to have a “We’re what makes each other strong/ This city needs us, but we need each other too.” moment, or something cheesy like that?

What if there was some 7th member that join, but ended up betraying them in someway? Causing them to be weary of so called “allies” in future.

Or the Renegades just literally learning what is it be superheros. And all the stuff that goes with it.

[ssc-chico]

my follower: you should imagine Botta carrying a Corgi

[junkdrawerbrain]

The Renegades – Thirteen Women

[tosrcountdown]

🌠 13 Days Left! 🌠

Our last entry for today is wonderful art by @soryualeksi featuring Botta and Yuan, plus the Renegades! They're the cutest group around with a lot of heart as they get ready to celebrate the remaster!!