#chartreuse (armored core)

[amored-core-hotties]

Attention, mercenaries. The first full round of side B is now public. Who is the hottest Armored Core character?

We look forward to this survey in particular.

RUSTY

most badass pilot

asks you out for drinks in cut dialogue

"Sounds like you're doing juuust fine, buddy."

walter hjelp i cant focus on the mission he said I'm doing a good job

CHARTREUSE

only shows up once gang

tsundere

bossy

gets mad when you're better than her despite being old-gen

actually moves on, unlike SOMEONE (cough cough iguazu)

FIGHT

[smorgasbort]

Armored Core 6 characters as Greentexts

[kivaember]

had an idea for a post-FoR nightfall/621 oneshot idea, but i'm laughing bc the premise is like, so after 621 does Fires of Ibi 2: the electric bugaloo, he escapes to wander aimlessly on some random planet, completely lost bc he has no idea how to function outside of a handler+hound framework, and doesn't even have ayre anymore. nightfall comes to investigate what's happened to the raven that succeeded him, and is like oh, i gotta bully you back into shape, but they only know how to use tough love...

but really it's just gonna be like this when nightfall drags 621 back to branch like:

[addemius]

The characters of Armored Core 6

I’m almost finished with my third play through. I’m finished with chapter 3/5, I’ve gotten every core part, nearly every Hunter Log, done nearly every mission 3-6 times and I’m honestly surprised at how much I like the characters, even when most of them have less than 5 minutes of dialogue

Even the ones who are shitty are shitty in a charming way

V.II. SNAIL is such a terrible boss and person and all around bag of meat that I’m honestly impressed and when we finally break him after he’s so unflappable the entire game it’s gratifying.

Swinburne is a one off, but the fact he’s so bold and full of bravado and menace only to be a pussy at the last minute and beg for his life in exchange for money is entertaining.

Iguazu, likewise talks a lot of shit for how many L’s he takes and has no concept of doubt whatsoever. There’s a bit where you have to join forces and save each others lives and after it’s over he’s like, 😤 “phew, now that that’s over we can kill each other!” 😈 hes so brave but so incompetent. I like that the hitman he hired later on is like, “damn this guy didn’t really care if won, just you lost at least once”

Michigan is full of gold lines and is so eager to die but so hard to kill. He’s funny and a surprisingly good boss and an excellent shit talker, and unlike most is able to back up his words

Chatty is specifically noted to rarely talk, but I enjoyed that when he did it was because he actually grew to like you- like when he puts a marker out where the missiles are going to land so you can watch the fireworks.

Cinder Carla sounds constantly like she’s smirking and she’s sort of manipulative in a charming way- like she’s using you for her own ends but will admit it straight out of asked. She’s grown very fond of you by the end though, but she’s got a mission to accomplish.

Rusty my main man has so much faith in you but is determined to get the job done. He’s brave, incredibly skilled and is ride or die for his cause.

Handler Walter, ALLMIND, King, Chartreuse, Hawkins and Pater, Walter, Little Ziyi, “Honest” Brute, Middle Flatwell, Ayre, Freud are all so colorful and make the cast feel real

[randomthefox]

So in Armored Core humans never appear on screen, only robots. So the pilots and handlers et all could really look like whatever you might imagine for them.

So I choose to imagine the cast of Armored Core 6 as the cast of Sonic the Hedgehog.

Raven 621 is Shadow the Hedgehog I feel like that shouldn't even require further explanation. They practically have the same backstory of just being products of engineering and science. And 621 has a similar vibe to what Shadow had in his titular game, where he just kinda goes along with what the most recent person ordered him to do for lack of any better ideas.

Handler Walter is Eggman. Could also be Gerald but I think Eggman fits better because Walter didn't create 621, he just bought him. Feel like this fits because Eggman does think he has an entitlement to Shadow and a sense of ownership over him, Shadow being one of "Eggmans Hounds" is pretty on point for how Eggman views their ideal relationship. He also gets to be a final boss in one of the endings.

Ayre is Amy Rose. Because they're both pink. And I'm sure I can think of some other reasons, but really it's mostly the pink. But yeah, also Amy is like the only person who can reach out and touch Shadow's heart and lead him down the right path, which is also Ayre's whole thing. She's also willing to throw down if push comes to shove.

V.IV Rusty is none other than Sonic. He's the primary rival character, he's very jovial and good natured and has a very positive view of 621. And his rig is all about being a fast mobile speedster, and he even has a primarily blue color scheme. He's also actually a member of the Liberation Front and wants to free the planet from the tyranny of the corporations, which is absolutely a Sonic thing. Also Walter kills him in one of the endings, so Eggman killing Sonic is a nice little thing.

Cinder Carla is Maria. Hear me out. She has a pretty positive and amicable relationship with 621 all things considered. She has a somewhat familial connection with Walter. She has a personal connection to the tragedy of Rubicon as a whole. WHICH HAPPENED FIFTY YEARS AGO. I say it fits.

Chatty is Omega. He's a robot built by Carla. Omega is a robot built by Eggman. It fits. You agree.

V.II Snail is Infinite. He's a sadist, the leader of a mercenary company, had a tit for tat with Shadow, and in one of the endings really fucks up Eggman which is a fair bit of turnabout for the way Eggman fucked up Infinite in Forces. The rest of the Vespers (aside from Sonic) are the other members of Jackal squad. There's six of them, so it's perfect.

G1 Michigan is Zavok and the other Redguns would be the rest of the Deadly Six. Iguazu is Zazz. There's six Redguns so it's too perfect. They also absolutely start to fall by the wayside as the plot goes on until being the definitive losing side of the corporate war. That just sorta feels appropriate. Sonic is even the one who ultimately takes out Zavok if you don't take on that mission yourself.

Thumb Dolmayan is Knuckles. Thumb is the leader of the Rubicon Liberation Front. Knuckles was the leader of the Resistance in Forces. Natch. He also has a psudo mystical bent and seems to have his own Coral Companion like 621 does, which is a good analog for Knuckles relationship with the Master Emerald.

Little Ziyi is Cream, because she's considered the little sister of the Liberation and is likely the youngest character in the game. Rokumonsen is Blaze.

Middle Flatwell is Tails. The military leader of the Liberation and second most important person in the organization. He's capable of subterfuge as and fighting smart, implied to be the one responsible for inserting Rusty as a double agent into the corporations in the first place. This also makes Sonic Tails and Knuckles the most prominent members of the Liberation Front.

Branch is the Babylon Rogues. Chartreuse is Wave. King is Storm. And Nightfall Raven is Jet. Independents with their own agenda, uninvolved and yet instrumental to the conflict going on around the planet.

Allmind is Sage. They're both AI's. I dunno what you want from me.

If I didn't mention a character it's because I didn't think they were significant enough to warrant a direct comparison.

[midnightactual]

So, ironically, as far as I'm concerned, Yoruichi is already canon to Armored Core VI anyway, because she's standing right in the middle there, from the ponytail to the short-sleeve jacket over the revealing bodysuit feeding into the jeans.

These guys are Branch. The fourth member who isn't present is [REDACTED], I'm pretty sure the one on the left is the operator given what looks more like a suit jacket and skirt, and that leaves her at center as Chartreuse (05/A) and the guy at right as King (03/S). (I had some speculation here previously but alas, I was wrong.)

[nkn0va]

ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY BABY!

It's a little hard to believe honestly, but we've done it! It's officially been one full year since the creation of this very blog!

Waking up to the notification this morning felt...surreal to be honest. I never expected for this blog to get big enough over time to justify continuing writing in good faith. I've had my ups, I've most definitely had my downs (both publicly and in private), but this has become a pretty noticeably big part of my life over the past year.

Tumblr writing blog tradition is typically to do an event of some kind. Unfortunately I haven't had time to plan anything like that, and I also don't feel like doing so many events back to back like I've said in a previous post. I might do another birthday event this year but we'll have to see.

To make up for this, I have something much better in mind, something more...long term. Because not only are requests opening back up...

INTRODUCING, FOR THE FIRST TIME ON THE NKNOVA BLOG...!

NEW FANDOM UNLOCKED: ARMORED CORE 6

THAT'S RIGHT, FOLKS, WE ARE ADDING A NEW FANDOM, A HISTORICAL FIRST FOR THIS BLOG

I played this game during my sudden month-long hiatus in November-December and it quickly sparked a new hyperfixation I hadn't had since I first got into Blazblue. Despite any challenges that may arise, I knew I had to write for this game, I absolutely adore these characters and this world.

Hopefully this ends up inspiring other AC fans to do the same (I'm looking at you, Chris and Cosmic.)

Now that begs the question though: Who's eligible for request?

Here are the ladies eligible for request:

Ayre

"Cinder" Carla

V.VI Maeterlinck

Chartreuse

AllMind (Come up with some explanation for who she is in an AU type of deal or I'll come up with whatever I see fit for your request).

Yeah...not too many female characters in this game unfortunately. I'm not writing for Ziyi since the game likes to heavily suggest that she is a minor with no evidence to prove otherwise.

As with every other fandom I write, this can be remedied by submitting any genderbend designs for the male characters.

Muscle Mommy Michigan designs anywhere?

I'm already prepared for 90% of any genderbend requests to be of Rusty tho

Whether you want some action with a pilot or any other lady, requests are once more being taken!

MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR THE ALEA IACTA EST ENDING BELOW THE CUT

For those of you who have achieved all three endings and might be wondering: Yes. I will write for Kate Markson. I know she's technically just Allmind but I can make it so that she's actually a real person that's doing off-the-grid work for Allmind

She's so fucking bad in this design tho

[puff-world]

While I see your point I feel that these elements are much less offensive then in say elden ring

For context I platinumed elden ring but still largely didn't enjoy my time (local otter hates the taste of watermelon but refuses to stop eating watermelon). And also completed all endings of ac6 but my experience was different, when I fought bosses it felt quite easy when I got the hang of it as opposed eldenring where bosses felt like i just couldn't really, no scratch that I did get a hold but it never felt good

When I fought malenia I never beat her beat her on my own I needed to summon but in armored core 6 even the hardest fights where fun

When I fought king chartreuse and raven all at once I still felt good and I felt powerful. So I don't know how they feel so different.

I think that while they have the similar janky fromsoft philosophy, armored core 6 actually feels like a well put together game. Despite the many fromsoft issues.

Tldr; because im bad at writing, i largely agree with your assessments but it comes out feeling different

I mean I did play with the tankiest build possible so maybe

Thanks for the talk

Call me misses left field with this

So a while back on the new years stream I asked you about armored core 6 and you had said something about it being more like souleborne games then represented. Can you expand on that because i played both heavily and they felt really different to the point that while I disliked my times with elden ring but really enjoyed ac6

While they are different in terms of mechanics and gameplay, they have very similar philosophies on how they attempt to get the player to engage with them.

Boss fights are not a matter of learning mechanics over the course of the fight, or applying lessons you have already learned as a sort of “final exam” for the level. They are a matter of throwing yourself at them over and over again, with very little margin for error, basically forcing you to play optimally at all times. Even if you KNOW how to avoid something, or when best to launch an attack, you have to essentially ingrain that knowledge into your muscle memory over the course of many failures, fighting against a camera that doesn’t always cooperate, attack animations on both your end and the enemy’s that are not always clear on their timing, and an obnoxious amount of damage crunch that ALWAYS puts you in a position of panic and desperation.

To say nothing of AC’s insistence on using specific builds for specific fights, not letting you get attached to a build you actually enjoy playing.

[vecnawrites]

The Arc's were a VERY open family so it was common for the arc sisters to bet on who wins Jaune or his twin Joan fucking for who gets the remote or the shower etcetera. They just wish they can get a turn for once.

(Holy Hell, this one got away from me! Turned from something that was going to be short and sweet to over 2.6k words!)

The Arc siblings watched as Jaune and Joan fought over who got to watch their show, which ran during the same half-hour time slot. “You got to watch last, Joan! It’s my turn now! Today’s episode is supposed to be really good!” Jaune hated being the only male in the house, even when the girls didn’t like something, it seemed like they ganged up to make sure he didn’t win anything!

Joan shook her head vehemently, her golden tresses and long braid swaying behind her. “I’m not missing the second part of this three-parter, Jaune! You’ll just have to miss it!” she declared, folding her arms underneath her massive bust, bringing the miniature chest planets up.

Over on the side, Saphron looked at Bleu, her glasses wearing sister. “So, what are the odds this time?” she asked, keeping an eye on the deadlocked and arguing twins. The second most buxom of the sisters adjusted her glasses, her sharp blue eyes narrowing.

“Well, Jaune has consistently won the past few matches,” she began, going over what she knew, “although it looks like this time Joan is going to take the initiative…” she finished, licking her lips as Joan yanked down her twin brother’s sweatpants, revealing his large and heavy balls and long limp cock, which she slurped into her mouth as she dropped into a squat, resting her plump ass on her heels. She began to bob her head rapidly, fiercely sucking on her twin brother’s cock, much to Jaune’s shock as he swiftly hardened to his full size.

Slick noises and loud gags filled the air as she tried to take it into her throat, before backing off and looking victorious...until Jaune grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down to the base, making her gag and gargle around the base of his cock, squirming heavily as he took control and outright fucked her face, saliva flying to the side in thick strings as her throat bulged and she looked up with wide, shocked eyes.

Glurk! Glurk! Schlick! Guhguhahg! The buxom blonde slapped at her brother’s thighs as he thrust to the base, pulling back just enough to let her breathe, before plunging down to the base, Joan’s chin nestled against Jaune’s balls. All the while, Jaune was speaking, his voice calm and even, as though he wasn’t violently claiming his sister’s face and throat.

“This is how you throat a cock, Joan! None of that teasing stuff you were pulling off! You’ll never get anyone off that way, no matter how long you do it!” Jaune shoved Joan to the base and held her there, feeling her throat protest and her tongue writhe against the underside of his cock. With a huff, he jerked backwards, yanking his cock out of his sister’s throat. Gliiitccchhh!

He slapped his cock, covered in her saliva, throat slime, and his own precum, on her face, smearing the combined fluids across her skin as she coughed and worked to catch her breath.

Huffing, Jaune reached out and shoved his sister gently away from him, gripping and ripping her blouse open, sending buttons flying everywhere as Joan’s bare tits bounced lewdly, slapping against one another and jiggling heavily, her fat nipples swollen, the slits hiding her nipples slightly opened.

Spinning the buxom blonde around, Jaune grabbed her sweatpants and shoved them down, revealing the bubbly shelf that was her ass and her soaking core, the crotch of her sweatpants dark from the weeping liquid. With a chuckle, Jaune brought his hand down on Joan’s rear, making the curvy blonde cry out as the flesh of her bottom rippled from the strike.

Crouching down a bit, Jaune rubbed his tip, sticky with precum, across Joan’s soaking slit, deciding to be sporting and give his twin a chance. When no attempt at fighting back came, Jaune shrugged and plunged, bottoming out in less than a second and beginning immediately with fast, hard thrusts, loud claps from Jaune’s hips meeting Joan’s bubbly backside filling the air...and their sister’s ears.

Saphron, Bleu, Crimson, Chartreuse, Indy, Gao, and Violette all watched, red in the cheeks, as Joan’s face when from defiant, to shocked, to her eyes rolling up and back in her head, her mouth dropping open and her tongue flopping out, drool sliding down her chin and slowly dripping to the floor as her body trembled and shook in orgasm after orgasm, her cum trailing down her inner thighs and to the rug.

“Heh, Joan, Joan, Joan…” Jaune chided, shaking his head, “you really have to work on your stamina, if you ever expect to beat me!” Jaune growled, picking up speed even more, loud squelching noises coming from their joining. Crack! Crack! CRACK! Joan squealed as Jaune spanked her ass, the pale adipose tissue turning a bright pink as her brother’s hand spanked, slapped, and squeezed it, mauling it between his fingers light dough.

Saphron squeezed her thighs together, her own pussy soaking her panties, twin peaks rising and tenting her shirt as her nipples tightened from her arousal and strained against the fabric of her shirt. Her sisters were no better at all, each of them flushed and fidgeting in place...or discretely rubbing herself, in Bleu’s case. ‘It’s always the shy ones…’ she thought idly, before her attention was grabbed by the sight before her once more.

“You better start fighting back, Joan...otherwise, I’m going to cum…” reaching down, Jaune grabbed his twin’s massive breasts and began to roughly squeeze, pulling her up by using them as handles. “Look! Our sisters are watching you get utterly destroyed by my cock...they’re watching you cum like a slut for your brother’s dick!” a hard clenching around his cock made him laugh. “Oh my god, you’re actually getting off on this! You have no shame whatsoever, do you!?” he began to thrust harder into Joan’s sopping wet pussy, his fingers grabbing, pinching, twisting, pulling her fat nipples, which had popped out of their protective slits and were bereft of their ‘armor’.

“Nooooooo~!” Joan wailed in denial, shaking her head, even as she threw her head back and came explosively, squirting hard enough and powerfully enough that her cum spritzed over Saphron’s and Bleu’s legs and feet.

Jaune growled. “Here it comes, Joan!” he thrust harder and harder into his sister, his balls slapping against her pussy and her clit, extending the buxom blonde’s orgasm, even as his own began, his balls pulsing and shooting out large bursts of cum into his sister’s womb, excess spurting out from the seal that was made from their conjoined sex organs.

Jaune lazily rolled his hips as his orgasm continued, still playing with and fondling Joan’s breasts as she slumped against him, red faced, squirming and panting for air, her pussy quivering around his still rock hard cock.

“Hmph. Thanks to that argument, both of us missed our shows!” Jaune grumbled, letting Joan go and watching her immediately slump to the floor, moaning weakly and shaking, the subtle movements making her flesh jiggle deliciously before his eyes. “Well, might as well get a shower...I need one after that.”

“Nooooo...my turn...~” Jaune looked down at his trembling sister, who had turned her head to look at him, a lazy smile on her face and a challenging look in her eyes-

-which widened as she released a shriek of shock as Jaune grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, still attached to his cock, so she was splayed open and stretched out on the floor beneath him. She swallowed as he loomed over her.

Jaune immediately attacked, pounding her cum filled pussy hard, his hands and mouth attacking her breasts, her nipples again, making the curvy blonde beneath him scream out in pleasure, writhing and arching upwards, pushing herself against him.

Bleu wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore, her hand down the front of her pants, the movements showing to anyone that cared to glance her way that she was fiercely masturbating. Her top was up, exposing her G-Cup breasts to those in the room, her free hand switching between the heavy mounds as she squeezed them, pinching and twisting her taut nipples, rubbing and tweaking them, her cheeks a dark red and panting heavily. She whined, already imagining herself in Joan’s place, being fucked into a well bred, cum bloated, empty headed little fuck doll for her big brother...she keened as she clenched around her slim fingers in a heavy orgasm.

The other Arc girls weren’t much better, finally rubbing themselves over their pants and shorts as they watched entranced, each of them wishing that they were the one’s in Joan’s place, being fucked heartily and made to cum and cum and cum and cum over and over and over again.

“Ahhhh!!!” Joan cried out legs shooting straight out, toes curling as Jaune’s teeth gently pressed into the sensitive flesh of her nipple, scraping the fat nub of flesh and igniting the eight hundred nerve endings just underneath the dermis. “Cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, CUMMMMMMINNNNNGGGG!” she wailed out, shaking and trembling like an earthquake was going off underneath them as Jaune slammed into her with outright bruising force. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!” she couldn’t help but screech, her body stuck in an orgasm loop.

Jaune growled, his body finally giving in and his balls clenching hard as they rested against his twin’s fat ass cheeks, squirting another thick and heavy load from the large spheres out into the depths of Joan’s warm, wet, unprotected pussy.

He sighed in relief as the weight in his balls finally reached a manageable level, and let Joan’s tit go from his mouth with a pop, before rising up and staring down at her panting, debauched form with a satisfied grin. “Looks like I win again, Joan...you really have to start trying harder…” he hummed, getting no response from his sister.

He sighed. “Well, since I’m such a good brother, I’ll be nice and let you share the shower...you’re not going to be able to clean yourself for a good while, after all. That fucking obviously took a lot out of you…” he hummed.

Reaching down, Jaune gathered his completely out of it twin sister in his arms and stood, nodding to his other sisters (all of whom were now openly masturbating on the couch, pants and shorts down and shirts up) and walking out of the living room, Joan still impaled on his cock, the female twin squeaking and squealing as she was bounced upon her brother’s sizable shaft with every step they took.

Bleu cried out, arching as she came hard, shaking on the couch, trembling as though she had touched a live wire. Dimly, she heard her sisters cumming as well along with her, their fingers, palms, thighs, and the couch underneath them getting soaked in their juices.

Each of them were jealous of their sister Joan. Why couldn’t they be the ones fucked and claimed by their brother?

~x~x~x~x~

In the running shower, Jaune pressed his twin up against the slick wall and gently fucked her, kissing her lips and swallowing her moans as his hips rolled against hers, much more tenderly than he had in the living room before their other siblings. This wasn’t some rough, frenzied claiming like it had been before.

Breaking the kiss, Jaune gently trailed kisses along the side of Joan’s neck, feeling her core weakly clenching around his cock…“Ah, Jaune...feels so good…” she whined, wrapping her legs around his waist. “More~” she huffed.

Jaune couldn’t help but chuckle, beginning to thrust faster and harder into Joan, watching her fall into bliss again and again as she clutched at him and rocked her body against him to further her own pleasure, moaning loudly, her moans echoing in the shower.

Finally, Jaune came once more into his sister, grunting low as he looked down and watched her belly expand from the amount that he had pumped into her, giving her a healthy pudge, like she was a month or two pregnant.

Both panted heavily, the only other sound being that of the water crashing down upon them. “...guess we should actually clean up…” Jaune muttered, getting a weak nod from his twin. He slowly pulled his cock out of the large bosomed blonde, and both were amazed at the absolute waterfall of cum that flowed out, splattering on the bottom of the shower and being carried down towards the drain.

Huffing a small laugh, Jaune grabbed Joan’s favored body wash and her loofah, sudsing it up well and beginning to bathe his twin sister, cleaning her of her sweat and their mixed cum, the female blonde moaning as Jaune rubbed her breasts, her ass, and between her legs quite thoroughly.

Not even bothering to get a new fragrance, Jaune quickly scrubbed himself down as well, before they both rinsed off quickly before the water turned cold.

Helping Joan out of the shower, Jaune grabbed towels and dried them both off, patting tenderly around her sensitive bits, before she squeaked as Jaune scooped her up into his arms and walked naked out of the steamy bathroom and towards his bedroom.

Entering it and kicking the door closed behind him, Jaune moved towards his bed and carefully lay Joan down upon it, grabbing the bottle of juice he had placed here earlier that morning. “here you go, Joan. Drink up, you need to replace your fluids.” he said, placing it in her hand, getting a grateful smile from his sister.

Opening it and taking off the top, Joan drank deeply and thankfully, throat bobbing and working overtime to drain the cool liquid and replace the fluids that she lost. Chuckling, Jaune climbed in bed next to her and lay back, grabbing his scroll and opening it to check and make sure that his show had been recorded like he wanted. Nodding in satisfaction that it had, he grabbed Joan’s and checked the same. Finding everything satisfactory, he closed them both.

Seeing Joan finish her juice and smack her lips, he spoke. “Still thirsty? I don’t have any more juice drinks in here, I think, but I can go and grab something from the kitchen if you want?”

He tilted his head as she saw Joan shake hers, before his eyes widened as he felt a soft hand rub his balls tenderly before wrapping around his cock. Looking back up at her face, he saw that sexy little smile on her face that he loved as she twisted her hand, bringing his cock swiftly back to life, twitching and throbbing.

“No need for that, Jaune~” she cooed, licking her lips, “Why leave the room when you have plenty for me to drink right here?” winking at him, she lowered her head and captured the tip of his cock in her mouth, locking eyes with him as she slowly began to suckle on it, flicking her tongue over his slit, almost nursing on his cock, using her hand to stroke his shaft.

Jaune groaned in pleasure, reaching down and stroking Joan’s long hair as the more gentle pleasure filled him. He slowly began to settle down, leaning back and relaxing as Joan slowly sucked him off for more to drink.

He smiled. Despite their ‘fights’, he and Joan were always the closest of the Arc siblings, and it showed during times like this.

[araitsume]

Power Rangers: Loud Dragons or Ryūkyōdai Sentai Hōkōjā (竜兄弟戦隊ホウコウジャー; Dragon Sibling Squadron Roar Ranger) An AU in which the family's trek for their roots led to them uncovering an ancient power and prophecy that changed the Louds forever. Having been off the grid for the decade, the now-empowered Loud siblings have resurfaced to save the world from the encroaching evil forces and their subsequent disasters. The titles/color assignments would be as follows: Lori Loud - Blue Ranger Leni Loud - Green Ranger Luna Loud - Violet Ranger Luan Loud - Yellow Ranger Lynn Loud, Jr. - Red Ranger Lincoln Loud - White Ranger Lucy Loud - Black Ranger Lana Loud - Navy Ranger Lola Loud - Pink Ranger Lisa Loud - Chartreuse Ranger Lily Loud - Lavender Ranger There are certain aspects to the team that I've settled on: Lincoln would be the overall leader while Lori, Lynn, Lucy, and Lisa would take up the role in some way in his absence; the sisters can be divided into teams of two or five (the most effective ones comprising of the roommate assignments & opposite birth orders [duos] and the divide between the older and younger halves [quintents]), and the above applies to their Megazord/Mecha formations [if I ever get to them] (i.e. two usual five Zord combination with Lynn and Lucy's being the cores; Lincoln's the only one that can act alone but can utilize up to two of sister's Zords as arsenal arms or form up with a Megazord as a Booster Armor). For now, the designs are all that exist, though I'd like to get their arsenal and possibly Zords designed in the near future (don't hold me to it though). This is a passion concept that has been brewing in my mind that has finally been realized via commission by N-RONIN that was inspired by the concept of the "The Loud House Movie" rather than the film itself (not to mention both the show and Power Rangers shared the same network for a while). As for the inspiration for the team, I've been inspired by several Sentai entries with either an expansive number of members (Kyoryuger and Kyuranger) or composed of siblings (Fiveman, GoGoFive, & Magiranger), along with a dash of Thunderbirds. Of course, I'd be remiss to exclude another significant influence for this: the FanFiction "Guardian Louds" by The Loud Author (YMMV considering the content). Artist's upload The Rangers separately

[amored-core-hotties]

ARMORED CORE SIX: WHO IS THE MOST BANGABLE NPC?

Hello, independent mercenaries. You are likely familiar with the arena ranking system. This will be a similar exercise.

Every mercenary in our database will be able to receive votes. Please vote on which mercenary is the hottest, most fuckable, and/or attractive pilot. Please share this survey so we can sample as many mercenaries as possible. ALLMIND looks forward to seeing your input. For more information:

There will be a list of all the named characters, each numbered. We will pick two numbers at random, at which point, you may vote on which you would most want in your bed. Here is the current list of candidates: 1. C-Pulse Wave Mutation Ayre 2. Handler Walter 3. "Cinder" Carla 4. "Chatty" Stick 5. "Invincible" Rummy 6. Nosaac 7. "Honest" Brute 8. "Father" Thumb Dolmayan 9. Index Dunham 10. "Uncle" Middle Flatwell 11. Ring Freddie 12. Rokumonsen 13. Gun One Michigan 14. Gun Two Nile 15. Gun Three Wu Hua Hai 16. Gun Four Volta 17. Gun Five "Mistake" Iguazu 18. Gun Six Red 19. V.I Freud 20. V.II Snail 21. V.III O'Keeffe 22. V.IV Rusty 23. V.V Hawkins 24. V.VI Maeterlink 25. V.VII Swinburne 26. V.VIII Pater 27. Augmented Human C4-621 "Raven" 28. Raven (Branch) 29. Raven's Operator 30. Chartreuse 31. King 32. Augmented Human C1-249 "Sulla" 33. Planetary Closure Administration Enforcement System 34. Kate Markson 35. Coldcall

We assure you that though you have not heard of the independent mercenary Kate Markson, she is very capable and quite attractive.

Please submit any individuals we may have missed.

The tournament will begin shortly.

[smorgasbort]

AC6 Girlboss Alignment Chart

[kivaember]

that idea i had for branch raven finding 621 post-FoR and forcibly kidnapping adopting him... a teaser below the cut...

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The medium freighter ship, Tapio, was an old, beaten-up interstellar craft that had gone through at least three different Christenings since it had fallen into Branch’s control. When Chartreuse had liberated it from its original owner (some two-bit grey market smuggler who had bitten off more than he could chew), it had been named The Golden Fleece. Raven had let her rename it to Cheese Board, which lasted for only a few months before King changed it to the far more mundane Star Skimmer.

Chartreuse couldn’t really remember when they had changed it from Star Skimmer to Tapio, but it hadn’t been long after they made plans to run the PCA blockade over Rubicon-3. Even grey-market ships like these were aggressively tracked and logged whenever it so much as paused to take a fart in some piece of shit asteroid port, so scrubbing the identity was essential prep for big operations that would land you in some UEG gulag on Pluto.

They’d probably have to change it again, now that their business was concluded on Rubicon. It was Raven’s turn, and knowing them, they’d think of something either utterly boring, or thoroughly deranged. They called their pet cat Emergency Rations of all things, after all.

(To date, she still wasn’t sure if Raven was being tongue-in-cheek about that…)

Speaking of that cat, though…

Chartreuse grumbled as she shovelled soiled cat litter into its bin. The freighter was built with a crew of at least ten in mind, so Raven had dedicated an entire room to the little beast: cat trees, little platforms for Emergency Rations to parkour off of, toys that functioned as trip hazards for the unwary, and this monstrosity of a litter box that was huge and a massive pain to clean out.

Emergency Rations, as imperious as a queen overlooking her lowly subjects, stared down at her from one of its demonic cat trees. It was an ugly creature, in Chartreuse’s opinion: thin, scraggly fur with bald patches, one missing ear and crooked whiskers, with a broken meow that sounded like the strangled croak of a frog. Probably why Raven adopted it; they had a soft spot a mile wide for broken, ugly things.

“How do you shit so much?” Chartreuse sealed the bin shut and pushed it aside. “I swear you do it just to fuck with me.”

Emergency Rations just blinked its ugly goblin eyes at her.

Chartreuse finished up her daily task of tending to the beast’s comfort and slouched out of the ship’s cattery. After a brief detour to the ablutions to wash her hands, she went to the central mess hall that now functioned as a sort of communal area for Branch. The depressing steel benches and tables had been shoved against the walls and replaced with a battered sofa they’d rescued from a dump, and an old-world TV set with a video player and everything.

Chartreuse had no idea where Raven magicked up these relics, or why they had a taste for such useless antiques.

“The beast’s been dealt with,” Chartreuse declared when she walked into the living area.

King acknowledged her with a raised hand, not looking away from the TV screen. He was sprawled out on the sofa, so Chartreuse sat on the armchair. It was technically Raven’s armchair, but they weren’t here right now - too busy committing terrible life choices and all that.

“Is Raven still not back?” she asked. “We sure that rabid dog didn’t eat him?”

“Haven’t heard a thing since they left.” King picked up the remote and paused whatever was playing on the TV. He had a deep frown on his face, his expression troubled even if it didn’t show in his voice. “Their operator would’ve told us if things had gone sour, though.”

Chartreuse grunted.

It’d been only two days since the Second Fires had swept through the Rubicon system, an event they had only survived because they’d been in the process of leaving said system. They’d been mere moments away from engaging the C-Wave Drive to slip into subspace, only to perform an emergency leap to the nearest stellar body when a surge of volatile energy came exploding out of Rubicon-3. Thank god for that small planetoid they’d managed to shelter behind…

But instead of getting immediately out of dodge the second things settled down, Raven had all but commandeered the ship and started gunning back towards Rubicon-3 like a man possessed. When it came out that Raven was hunting down his successor… well, words were exchanged and Chartreuse may’ve thrown a chair at them, but Raven got their way, as always, and now they were here, twiddling their thumbs and waiting for Raven to come back with a potential rabid dog in tow.

“We might have to figure out a naming system if they do find him,” King said idly. “Raven Senior and Raven Junior, maybe?”

“Who’d be the senior and who’d be the junior?” Chartreuse drawled. “That Gen Four is probably a grizzled old man. Our Raven isn’t even thirty.”

“Guess they’d be junior then.” Somehow, King maintained a straight face as he said this. “We could always call the Gen Four after his designation. C4-621, if I remember rightly?”

“That’s…” Chartreuse wrinkled her nose. “So corporate.”

“Hound, then?” King shrugged. “It’s up to Raven, I guess. It’s their name they gave away.”

A name that the rabid dog had technically earned in the same way their Raven had. As sour as Chartreuse was about the whole thing, she grudgingly accepted and respected the dog’s hustle and fire. He’d trounced all three of them in a straight fight, and it was done purely through skill. The things he’d done with that laser dagger were obscene…

But Raven had always been Raven to her. She still called them that, hell, they all did, but if their successor was found and brought into the fold, then they’d have to bow their heads to proper tradition and accept the dog as Raven, and Raven as… Nightfall.

Ugh. She still hated that name. Nightfall. It was a name an edgy teenager would pick for their social media account.

[ralith]

@valkeakuulas here is the fic for the kisses prompt 16. “One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.”

Ironhide/Ratchet- Ratchet is in one of his moods again.

Sorry this took so long!

Ironhide caught Ratchet sitting in the rain again. Cold rivers followed every sharp angle and contour of his frame while thunder rumbled ceaselessly above in the slate gray clouds. Storms like this always put Ratchet in a mood.

Ironhide doubted the medic even noticed as he approached from the front, his gaze fixed intensely on the sky that steadily darkened as the day slipped away. A buzzing sensation vibrated his field, almost like the electronic equivalent of an acknowledging hum.

“You should come inside. This rain isn’t good for you. Or myself,” he said with a little shiver. He could feel the droplets snaking beneath his armor, following the path of cabling and hosing. It was frigid and felt like it would touch his very core.

“It rained on Cybertron, too,” Ratchet said distantly.

Ah, so that’s where his mind was, Ironhide thought. Ratchet was gazing not just past the clouds, but past the farthest extents of this galaxy and beyond.

“Yes, we had acid rain. And that wasn’t good for us either. Had to haul your stubborn aft inside when you got like, too.”

“For an organic world, it shares many similarities with our own. It’s a beautiful planet, but it’s often unsettling.”

Ironhide moved to step directly in front of the medic. His trance-like gaze on the heavens broken, Ratchet stared at Ironhide in annoyance.

“You know, Cybertron is much closer than you think.”

Ratchet arched an optic ridge.

“Are you insinuating that when the space bridge connection snapped, our planet was slingshot not back to its original orbit, but to now free-float somewhere nearby and we haven’t found it yet? Because somehow that’s infinitely worse.”

“That’s not at all what I mean.”

Stooping fast, Ironhide guided the medic’s head back to better catch his lips, tasting the rain on them. He marveled at how Ratchet could taste of two worlds.

Caught off guard, Ratchet could only stare into the soldier’s half-shuttered optics, his own lips unresponsive.

Slim chartreuse digits slipped into Ironhide’s own as the warrior wound their hands together and he kneeled to meet Ratchet’s gaze.

“As long as you and I are together, we will be each other’s home. Cybertron is in here,” he said, tapping his free hand over Ratchet’s thrumming spark.

“Ironhide,” Ratchet started slowly. A smile crept over his lips.

“You also have a home in our quarters, wrapped in my arms, but only if you come inside.”