#OC: Rangy

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Tonight in DnD, Rangy and two other people in our party ended up mind controlled and Rangy, as per usual, was pretty good in her attacks, downed our cleric, and scared everyone else

So I wanted to draw her corrupted version for funsie, to contrast with her brighter normal look.

Scariest 14yo in Exandria-

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Thank you so much again for this wonderful Rangy!!!!

Nevermind me catching up on revenges when I have time

Revenge against @trucbiduleschouettes, a star druid for a star druid. Bless this amazing little girl and her amazing design

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goofy goobers!!! commission i got from @kue-rangi 🫶

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Self Indulgent Kyoshi x Rangi family portrait featuring Kyoshi, Koko, Rangi and Rin (headcanon fan kid with @foibles-fables, read more about her: HERE!)

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The couple ever

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Thank you so much again for the lovely piece!

another stack of art fight drawings. (minus the ponies, i'll post those later) also I didn't realize that almost all the attacks I picked for this post are not tumblr users. lol

Perrywinkle for Chitabs on instagram

Tina Tincan for Nollydraws on Instagram

Thera for Camulats on instagram

Rangey for @trucbiduleschouettes

Marnie for SpinksSponk on artfight

and lastly

Odelia for @ mageofthelufaines

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Day 5 || “Not Trusting Reality”

He hadn’t meant to step inside the bookshop.

Peter rarely allowed himself inside human establishments. He couldn’t stand to be around other people – couldn’t stand to hear the laughter and chatter of humans, couldn’t stand to feel them brush up against him, sweaty and disgusting, couldn’t stand the absolute mess that the crowds brought on, burying the earth in their garbage.

And the city was full of them: just a cesspool of filth, run-over by humans. It made Peter sick.

So he didn’t visit often.

It wasn’t really like he could, anyway. He was a deserter. He had no place there anymore, not after what had happened. He didn’t belong, and especially not to them.

He didn’t belong anywhere. He was untethered, hopping from place to place, glancing behind his shoulder for every town he found himself wandering through. He had no home. As time wore on, he began to wonder if he ever really had one to begin with.

He wasn’t alone though. No, never alone. The dead always made sure to visit.

Their whispers along his neck never left, not even when the months had faded from the slight chill of spring into the unrelenting ruthlessness of winter and back into the damp, sunny days of March. The faint echoes of the wind, mirages flickering in the dark, flashes out of the corner of his eye. They were always there.

They had consumed him, taking over his thoughts, his mind, his body, until there was nothing left. Until he had nothing left.

Functioning was barely possible now. The whispering, their taunting, had overcome him. The man that stood now was not the good-natured, charming second-in-command of God’s Army. He was no longer the shining victorious soldier, triumphant. He was unrecognizable, his once confident and self-assured aura crumbling into nothing, reducing him into a shuddering, trembling mess.

The bloodlust was all he had left. The numbing bloodlust, never leaving his thoughts, always burning, a dull flame, in his chest. That, and the exhaustion.

God, the exhaustion.

He was so tired. Tired of the endless missions, tired of fighting for a cause that would never win, not in the end. Tired of the grief and the war and the all-consuming hate. The hate that never stopped, that never allowed him to rest. The hate that had driven his whole life up until now.

Maybe that was why he hadn’t gone for revenge like he usually would’ve, or why he hadn’t bothered to join the resistance, hadn’t bothered to rebel as the only home he had known for nearly twenty years crumbled to ashes.

He had been worn down by it all. The fighting, the bloodshed, the misery. It was too much to handle, too much to continue to live in.

He just wanted a fucking break.

That was why he ended up here, really. He usually wouldn’t have, he shouldn’t have, he vowed himself to not get up in any human matters – he wouldn’t make that mistake twice. But as his twentieth month on his own drug on, the nights so impossibly cold he had been sure that he wouldn’t still be around by morning, he had needed some sort of breather. A reprieve from the ever constant struggle that came from being on the run, pulled from place to place with no sense of direction, forever disoriented.

The city was on the smaller side, not like the ones where the streets were flooded with those foul animals, not a second of peace for the broken man’s roaring mind, silence not a concept to the hundreds of bustling citizens.

No, this place, it was on the nicer side. Barely anyone littering the sidewalks, only a slight rumble from the few cars that were braving their way through the ice and cold. Most of the shops lining the street were already closing down, lights flickering off as the night pitched the sky into a deep midnight blue.

Peter couldn’t remember how he got here. That seemed to be happening more often, too. Blanks in his memory, his mind slowly cracking away from him, too tired to continue.

Peter was shaking as he stumbled through the snow. His hands were frozen over, every inch of exposed skin burnt by the whipping wind coming in from all directions. His fingers had begun to turn blue. If he kept up at this rate, he’d be dead by the time morning came.

And it was with that thought that he found himself staggering inside the bookshop.

The place was small, hidden in the bend of the road. Most people would walk by it. The sign on the door was nothing fancy, the display on the window not too eye-catching or flashy. But it was nice. Homey.

As he stepped inside, a sudden warmth washed over him, soothing his many aches – and it wasn’t just because of the many heaters positioned inside the shop. The entire place, it was just so… calming. Winding bookshelves making their way through the room, filled to the brim with books of all sizes, the colours all washing over Peter, a welcome change from the barren wasteland of white he’d been accustomed to outside. The lights were dim, casting a faint yellow glow over everything, and there were several potted planters in the front, giving the shop a bit more life.

It felt like home.

The most shocking thing inside the shop, however, was not the wide variety of books and soft view that was easy on his tired eyes. The most shocking thing inside the shop was not an object or material good, not at all. No, it was a man, and a rather surprised man at that.

Peter stopped dead in his tracks.

He was slouched over in a chair, desk set up right near the front, the perfect spot to greet any new customers or shivering stragglers coming in from the blizzard outside. There was an orderly pile of books set out in front of him, a few miscellaneous items placed beside the cash register on the corner of the desk. He had a paperback in his hands, though his attention wasn’t on it. He seemed to be just as surprised as Peter, gaze locked onto the man stopped before him, green and hazel eyes meeting brown.

Peter could have sworn he was staring into the face of his dead best friend. For a split-second, his eyes convinced him he was. The man in front of him was not that much different, an illusion of the man he had known. Although his face was longer, his nose hooked, hair lighter in colour and wavy.

He didn’t have half the thought to even notice how the man’s face was marred, burn scars stretching across the left side of his face, his hands black as ebony and clawed. He didn’t think about the shadows that clung to his figure, cracks forming along the scarred pale akin. He couldn’t think about any of it, not when he was staring at the boy that he had heard so much about, had seen the photograph of in nearly every room inside that damned apartment.

Peter’s vision blurred with tears.

It was… it was….

“Alastair?” Peter’s breath caught in his throat, words choked out with an unfamiliar sort of hesitance, his voice hoarse from going so long without use. The two men were in a standstill, gawking wide-eyed at each other, frozen in time itself.

“Are you… real?”

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Meeting the Toa Siblings (Oldest Edition)

Talofa everyone! Here I am just gonna explained about Kanoa and Tiala’s family! Since I haven’t talked about them for a bit and today I shall explained to you about their backgrounds and some facts about them! But I will be showing few because I’m still working on the YOUNGER ones.

So let us start off with the 5 older siblings!

Hōne Toa (FC: Robbie Magasiva):

He is the 1st eldest brother of all of his siblings

Was born in October 1st, 1979

He is one of the closest siblings with Tiala ever since she came into this world. He was 18 at that time when she was born.

He signed up to the Marine Corps at the age of 20. So he spent time with his family and mostly his little sister before going out.

He was part of the Marine Corps and had passed away from a mission when he was a Lieutenant Colonels. (Age of 35)

His personality will be like any other older siblings would have. Being wise, hard-working and being kind to his family and other people.

Sami Toa (FC: Vito Vito):

He is the 2nd eldest brother of all of his siblings

Was born in April 28th, 1982

He got his father’s serious personality. Always take things in the house or in the military VERY seriously.

He signed up to join the Navy Seals instead of the Marines to honor his grandfather (his mother’s father). At the age of 18.

He met Serah (his wife now) somewhere in American Samoa when he came back from his deployment from one of his missions. At the age of 20.

He started dating Serah at the age of 26 and until he was 28 he proposed to her.

Sami was 32 when he got the news of losing his older brother. He was shocked. (He was a Chief Warrant at that time in the Navy for he had transferred there.)

He also heard news of almost losing his little sister when he was at the age of 35. He argued with his younger brother (Kanoa) and blamed him for losing her during that mission. And never talking to him again. (He was a Lieutenant at that time in the Navy)

And now, Sami is still part of the Navy. He is the Vice Admiral and he’s 42 right now. He is also still trying to communicate well with Kanoa. Even after hearing of his successful missions. Along with Tiala. You can say that deep down…he is proud.

Rangi Toa (FC: Fesuiai Viliamu):

He is the 3rd eldest brother of his siblings

He was born in May 14th, 1986

Rangi’s personality was like in between with Hōne’s wisdom and kindness. And a bit of Kanoa’s funny personality. Small jokes and all.

He was planning on joining the air force but decided to join the Marines. At the age of 18.

Rangi was 28 when he lost his older brother, Hōne. He was with him on that mission and had come back to the base with some blood and bruises and broken aching heart. (He was a Warrant Officer at that time)

Rangi had met his girlfriend when he was taking his time off from the military to be at home for Tiala’s graduation.

He also was scared to death to hear the news from Kanoa that he had lost their sister from that mission. It was a disaster that their sister and the soldiers who were with her were kidnapped. At the age of 31 he was the Second Lieutenant  at that time. And he helped Kanoa to find some clues or answers of where their sister was at. Until 5 months later.

And now, Rangi is a Colonel of the Marine Corps. Assisting the General and his brother and sister’s team as much as he can.

Kanoa Toa (FC: Alex Tarrant):

Kanoa is the 4th eldest of his siblings

He was born in April 1st, 1990

The only kind of siblings who have a joking AND funny personality. Always loves to see his family and friends smiling.

He joined the Marines after his graduation. (18 years old)

Kanoa was 24 and was a Sergeant Major. When he saw Rangi coming back from the mission but not with Hōne.

And when Kanoa was a Warrant Officer at the age of 27. He went on a mission with his sister to stop the leader of the human trafficking. But had lost her when they split up to cover more ground. And he has been tracking to find her for 5 months.

And now, he is the captain of the Marine Corps and is the leader of his own Task Force. Called the “Warriors Task Force”.

Tiala "Malie" Toa (FC: Auli'i Cravalho):

She is the 5th eldest of her siblings

She was born in November 19th, 1997

Tiala JUST turned 16 years old after hearing about Hōne’s passing. She didn’t celebrate her birthday that much because of it.

And when she was a Junior in high school, she was dating a guy who she had a crush on. And was being treated badly a bit (mostly verbal abuse though). Didn't tell her family until they found out during her Senior Prom when her boyfriend had confessed that he had cheated on her and it really hurts her so much. (Until her younger brother started to beat the crap out of him)

So after her birthday, which she already turned 17, she started to sign up to join the Marine Corps around January. To honor her deceased older brother. Which she had met up with her other two older brothers. Kanoa (who was a Warrant Officer) and Rangi (who was a Second Lieutenant). When she joined the enlisted.

And before Tiala turned 20 years old, which she’s a Sergeant at that time, she volunteered and begged Kanoa to let her join this mission. Which backfired when her and the other soldiers that she was with. Got ambushed and was kidnapped. She has been kidnapped for 5 months as the mission happened around in June.

After being found, Tiala was released and was sent back home to recover. Kanoa took her back home and stayed with her to nurture her back.

After a few months of resting and getting therapy. Even with her family’s love and support. She had finally got the strength to go back to the military.

She was also offered to be in a HIGHER ranks by the General. Named Alana Kalani. For the General had found her so strong that she came back even from that traumatic experience.

But Tiala had taken the position as First Sergeant instead. Since she doesn't want to rush herself that she just got back. And being the Second in Command of the Warriors Task Force. (Which Kanoa had asked her to join and she accepted it)

There you have it folks! The Older Toa Siblings!

If you would like to know the younger siblings! You shall clicked here to know more about them! Thank you for reading this far! Love ya, peles! 😘❤️

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jumping pose for my idiots, my beloved

Excited for tonight's DnD session, hoping no one get a garlic bulb thrown at their face by Rangy again-

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I'M STILL NOt OVER IT

Everyone please look at this awesome painting, it's so beautiful, Luq s way with colours is out of this world

a painting of Rangy for @trucbiduleschouettes because I love this character with all of my heart, she’s super cute and is just a bounty of positive energy hehe

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Ask game, 🍎 for the kiddos!

Thanks for the ask! 🩵💫

There are a lot of kiddos so strap in! Since it is an OC Ask Game, I'll just be answering for the kiddos who are actually my OCs (so no Omega or the clone cadets, even if they're part of the families).

🍎 What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Overall, all the kiddos have great relationships with their parents. It's really no surprise though, considering who their parents are and how they're all determined to give their kids a safe future on Pabu so that they might know nothing but security, love, and peace throughout their lives.

Some are a bit closer to certain parents than others and some might have some small issues here and there, but that's to be expected. No relationship is perfect and despite the domestic, easy lives they live, not everything is going to be that easy.

Here's a bit more detail for each individual kiddo and what their relationships with each parent is like!

The Yun Baby

The Cossa Boys

The Nultez Kids

The Genoa Kids

The Marr Kiddo

If you would like to read up more about the kiddos, just click on the family names and it'll link you to a post with all the information I have on them so far! 🩵💫

Again, thank you for the ask! Sorry if this was a lot and that it took forever to answer! 😅

Here's the OC Ask List if any of ya'll want it ^^

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Hitori

This is very much not finished! But I'll do my best to write it in time for @kyoshi-era-week-24 :)

Here's a little sneak peek for the Fire Lilies prompt:

Hitori was at the deck, looking out at sea, when Second Lieutenant Hansuke interrupted her: “Admiral, ma’am. Good morning.” “Good morning, Lieutenant.” She turned to him, still distracted. He handed her a letter: “Delivered by hand, during the night, ma’am. From the Avatar’s Estate.” “Thank you.” — as the dragon-coconut scent hit her, she took a quick look at the calligraphy: “You are excused, Lieutenant.” She sighted, then smiled. Hei-Ran Sei’naka. When had they last had tea? Their kids were still kids, her girl a little younger. Their husbands were alive. Chaeryu was Fire Lord. Hei-Ran was Zoryu’s master. She was Rear Admiral. That had been a long time ago.

Back at her chambers, Hitori opened the letter with care, making sure to keep the envelope intact. She despised untidiness. Hei-Ran understood that. She’d always had. It seemed the Avatar had succeeded in stopping the pirates’ operations in the Eastern Sea. That was some impressive work. She’d need marines to clean the area. Yes. Capture escapees. Sure. She’d need to write to the Fire Lord, to the War Minister in Ba Sing Se, and to the southern governors. Hei-Ran must have done that. She’d write them a letter as well. It’s always better to make sure, she thought.

Hitori sat at her desk and positioned her writing tools. She loved to prepare the ink. The repetitive motion, the smell. It was all so soothing. She pulled six stamped papers and addressed all the authorities implicated. Her writing sleek and clear. She melted the red wax and closed each letter, scrupulously, with the Navy seal. She called Hansuke in and handed him the envelopes. She gave him instructions. He closed the door behind him. She sighted. Only then she grabbed some unmarked paper. “High Commander Hei-Ran Sei’naka,” she wrote and then stopped short. No, she thought, and took a new page. “Dear Hei-Ran,” that was better.

They hadn’t met in years. Yet, she was sure Hei-Ran would understand. How’d she tell her? Should she? Why now? Why not? In all her recklessness. Truly, in all her viciousness, Hei-Ran would never have done what Hitori did. And yet, she was someone, probably the only one, she was sure would understand. “Dear Hei-Ran,” Hitori repeated as she took up the brush. “It's been three years since we met. I am delighted to read about your success as the Avatar’s master and have expedited the proceedings to meet your request. Now, however, I write to you not as a colleague, but as a companion. You might remember that not six months had passed since Junsik’s death —“

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Thinking about when my mom saw this drawing

And told me “you draw women’s backs really beautifully”

And I wasn’t sure what to say so I said “thanks I’m gay” and now I’m out here with these under my belt

I have improved but at what cost (the cost is I refuse to show these to my mom in fact I didn’t show her the first one idk how she saw it)

Also yes I reused the dragon from Rangi’s tattoo for Beidou I had drawn just the dragon for Leta’s tattoo and didn’t want it to go to waste plus I drew that Beidou in under 3 hours give me a break

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Everyone please look at my sweet adorable little farmgirl looking like the best lil fairy, I’ve been staring at it the whole day and keep coming back to it because it’s SO cute- 

My first artfight piece of 2023 for @trucbiduleschouettes of their cute star druid Rangy! 💫🌙🌌

I haven't done a fun floaty pose in a while and wanted her to feel like a lil star fairy so that was the vibe for this!

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Posting this while I have the courage cause I'm not good at art but here's Sanura Sei'naka! My favourite OC:)

She's a decendant of Rangi and lived in the firenation before travelling to Kyoshi island in the hopes of learning more about Rangi however she then found out they didn't know all that much about Kyoshi's personal life. Instead of learning even more she teaches all that she does know about Rangi and Kyoshi to Suki who she slowly bonds with and starts to develop a relationship similar to Rangi and Kyoshi's themselves.

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so this took the better part of seven hours, but it was fun!!! part 1 of 7!!!!

did you know, we as a fandom have a mage oc for each magic knights squad? crazy!

from the golden dawn - neva belmonte, from @lyranova

from the black bulls - nita indigoon, from @cloverkingsmith

from the silver eagles - lana vaude, from @wildflowerwoodsworld

from the blue rose knights - lerola roselei, from @crazedstoryteller

from the crimson lion kings - helen xerneas, from @the-geek-librarian

from the green praying mantis knights - calla m. eucidot, from yours truly :3

from the coral peacocks - remy cliffton, from @colucana

from the purple orcas - rangi falk, from @cringeyvanillamilk

and last but certainly not least, from the aqua deer - izel faye, from @ravioli-fries