#kilthane

[444names]

german and swedish names + proto-germanic dictionary

Abhanananan Abhōn Ablaγan Adephop Aftjan Agabhaz Agistarich Ahaitz Aideep Aijananō Aiγrathe Ajind Akicord Akōjaz Albhjōn Aleary Aleuhtiz Aliquistaz Alling Around Askink Atelher Aubhan Auhtician Axenγabow Banan Barhjōn Barran Bastō Batent Batrithelaz Baugh Benwall Besels Bhilk Bikjant Binnananan Bleithairaz Blīsad Boira Bolde Bottlan Braiγan Bratan Brauxom Brest Brestrey Breγnás Bridnestīn Bridwó Brine Bronanan Bræðís Brūnanan Brūnōn Buidirkan Burðís Butarvanan Buttlimb Buxomcaryl Bōkjō Bōsan Calwar Carnan Caterow Caterðaz Cathaltaz Chanibha Chewarō Claulce Cleddoe Clifsab Commarf Compōn Crijann Custe Cutnitīfaz Daukīnanan Delge Dijaz Dikōn Dockend Donsga Draihsallōn Draugell Drichiz Driefolanan Droldavom Duesija Duhtilbhing Durht Dursōthman Durthadd Dusigh Dæðan Dūbhim Eliegarwar Erbhjand Esemmy Esigg Eslīkaum Failinh Falke Farvinōn Fascoasmed Feecrose Felvideutn Finan Finsil Fisevenj Flekiz Fleγal Folajan Fraγale Friskupjan Fulaz Furse Furγa Fōðaz Gabhananan Gebhazjaz Givinjana Grakjō Grauttán Groademm Günthru Haithri Halby Halwan Hanan Hanarō Harhaz Haukiltan Hauth Heinthrebbi Heljanan Helvald Herank Hijan Hijōn Hlinildarow Hnisfirk Honly Horra Hrīkana Hrōfairick Hrūhsōmaró Hunγás Hupad Hurðús Hurγjōn Hwain Hwaithy Hwōjan Hūmay Hūstiz Hūðjō Inraz Ipehtaz Irkazás Isfiz Isharjan Istōnan Isweγ Joharrog Joselan Jostan Julke Julán Juwjanan Jæmer Jörgan Jürgetlix Kaftja Kilthan Knanaz Knima Knuzjaz Kraughtia Krūhsklut Krūwalie Kularge Kundiegfra Kurstaz Kwaitz Kōjan Lanan Lapar Laŋaz Laγán Leata Lestraγrás Liananann Lidess Lield Lillak Liskarrōn Lislip Lithreγjás Loarge Loomass Loone Loong Lubhō Lutters Læpana Līsan Līðana Līγás Majine Malip Mallaz Marroolte Marve Maðánth Meindroold Milijan Minjan Mitarab Mohaz Mokeubhjaz Momaz Mongueld Mucumaz Mureus Murγaz Mushigh Muthsaker Mædwilykk Nanana Nannyz Naubhanan Niskuz Noattsa Nothing Nottlan Olotten Othrudjand Ounther Ovalt Paccurt Paiskad Paraz Parear Pitenth Pluce Pluchoofied Poome Præwyz Queaple Rabhō Rahjanan Realma Reðjás Riaswearry Rijær Rionoelce Roldewarkjō Rudjan Ruisfin Runthanan Rūmarkaz Rūsjananang Rūtichor Sabhan Sadown Sainewjōn Saleinai Sambary Sanaz Sandleibhaz Sanguid Sanγanán Saðan Scastan Schaulás Scrid Sebhath Sebken Secher Seenhuzán Setell Sewandō Sewjanan Seŋaz Shannan Sharolpan Sheltjankaz Shijananan Shilán Shork Sight Sijanan Sinhsōn Siwaðuz Skallananan Skarle Skarong Skars Sking Skjanath Skjaz Skulindaγ Skuniz Skupieve Skæpaz Skærananan Skīka Skīnanak Skōjana Skūdien Slaus Slubhaupaz Smeidenan Smenγú Smūγan Snananγa Sneacen Soaspe Soateer Sonaihwl Spanan Spananðjaz Sparethīn Sparlisja Sparran Speack Speedmu Speel Spidere Spinrink Spong Sprearola Spunicall Spænut Spænōn Spīnt Stanne Stantlaund Stappard Stara Starm Staγōjan Stedmutan Stermass Stersō Sticonana Stifer Stiot Stram Straz Strestalka Striass Struwurn Strás Sturō Sulaz Suγōjananan Swalγ Swarlock Swealōn Swemm Swerstōn Swerðaz Swæpan Swīrolf Swītan Sámanannana Sæjan Sæniŋaz Sūpananany Sūrōn Tabhtaz Tailōhanks Tallaz Talmaz Thaiðaz Thanand Tharmaz Thermunnyz Thild Threγ Thrin Thris Thurn Tilliedal Tiste Tomakōn Tonan Tottleo Trenanan Trike Truγmanahat Twigh Twirjananan Twiðōjan Tīγán Ubhal Unkiz Urðís Valvele Viamp Voilistuma Wager Wakiz Wallyess Walph Walwalvill Wazás Welinaz Wellexanan Welmainan Wemalaz Werbhúnt Werikkjō Weutard Wheep Wherthin Whornan Whris Whrudving Winanananan Withwīpalby Woottás Wreadjan Wunthaz Wæbham Wīkarhtan Wīpilow Wītalke Wītscralow Youell Yough Áhwahst Īwahlōn Γawelle Γestall Γiukōn Γlīkalk Γlīkan Γrækjaz Γunðús Γōwippō Γōwiz

[zhaliacain]

I promise I am complete this, my brother has just finished painting me a custom Kilthane figure which I was waiting on so I can show off his skills. In the meantime here’s Zhalia and Garghoul

so i was tagged by @kuminemo to do that, trinket girlies assemble!

i tag @ktlnz @trupowieszcz @zhaliacain

[huntikfans]

Fight for your lady, Kilthane! Zhalia’s go-to brawler Titan, Kilthane the Black Knight epitomises the code of chivalry and is utterly loyal to his Seeker. Huntik Kilthane Appreciation Post!

[parusahontas]

Dante: Was the battle axe really necessary?

Zhalia: A Lady should always have accessories.

Zhalia: Also Kilthane likes to use matching axes.

Kilthane: *nods*

Dante:

[zhaliacain]

Zhalia is an adopted Lizard

Ask any of her titans and they’ll just say she’s a lizard

Even Kilthane, Strix... not even going to try and spell the others but etc.

It gets very confusing for Cherit when he talks to them.

[weirdponytail]

Ignore this, using tumblr as a placeholder again

After hanging around the always-eager-to-help Cherit, Kilthane, Caliban and Sabriel all occasionally pitch in with housework and upkeep. Doing dishes, learning to vacuum (especially when you can lift the couch one handed and vacuum with the other), doing laundry...

Zhalia learned to set up a bunk bed when the Fears boys are sick. Why? Because if they sleep in their usually side-by-side beds they start throwing things at each other and fighting over who got sick first and infected the other.

Dante lost those ridiculous sunglasses from the first 3 episodes and has been a little sour about it ever since. Then when he’s in an especially glum mood Zhalia decides to try to cheer him up with a terrible pun, whips out said ridiculous glasses, and flips them down with a “deal with it.” Dante is so flabbergasted he just lets her keep them.

Despite LeBlanche trying his best, Sophie REALLY can’t cook. She could burn water if you gave her a pot and 5 minutes. Meanwhile, if he’s not being lazy about it, Lok is fairly decent in the kitchen and along with his baking skills is pretty much turning into his Mum when it comes to cooking.

[iconuk01]

Summaries of Huntik Titans: Draco

Albion: The Element of Loyalty

Antedeluvian: Scary vamps

Cavalier: He gone D;

Cursed Archer: I BEG TO DIFFER ABOUT THIS "CURSED" THING. HE'D MORE "BOOSTED" IF ANYTHING.

Derenzar: GIANT LIZARD KILLS LOCAL MAN WHO WAS KEEPING IT ALIVE.

Dullahan: DURARARARARARA!! (There's no motorcycle, though...)

Ferric Warbringer: Truly a symbol of incoming disaster. Move over, Absol, this guy is CALLED "Warbringer".

Freelancer: I dunno about it being "Free." After all, it's like the easiest Titan to bond with.

Harlekin: SCARY CLOWNS

Headless Hessian: THIS IS BLASPHEMOUS!

Invisible Knight: NOW THAT'S JUST PLAYING DIRTY.

Ironsquire: If Freelancer had transferred all of its stat points into Defense instead of equally dividing between Attack, Defense, and Speed.

Janus Knight: No info. Just two swords, a horse, and armor.

Kilthane: Spider-Knight, Spider-Knight, cuts down whatever it thinks is right~

Land Shark: Even worse than a Loan Shark...

Melee Artist: WELL, GEE, I WONDER IF THIS ONE SHOULD BE ON THE VANGUARD OR NOT???

Pagemite: THAT'S THE LAST F*CKING BOOK IN MY LIBRARY, YOU GLUTTON!

Sabriel: And they say Phoenix is supposed to be reborn from the ashes...

Shifter: According to the Wiki, "it can also fly."

Sorcerel: The long-lost, Deus ex Machina, sister of Sabriel. DEUS EX MACHINA.

Thunderok: OH MY GODS! THAT'S NOT AN AMULET!

Vigilante: Killer for hire. Especially likes the older sibling out of a pair of orphans.

Wolf Knight: Yo, Greyback, you ain't fooling me (or biting me for that matter).

[aprioriposterous]

" You remember the first day we met, when I said your father sounded like a man who understood the business of ruling, not just looting? Well, I still think that, and a man who understands ruling, and who can teach those who'll follow him to understand it, makes a far better neighbor than a snakepit of warring chieftains. " ~ Kilthan #DavidWeber #WarGods Book 2 #TheWarGodsOwn #BookWorm

[ninavale]

Huntik Titan Aesthetic: Kilthane 

Kilthane, the Black Knight, is utterly loyal to his Seeker and never retreats from battle. He wears a dark, slate-colored suit of armor with blades that resemble insect legs protruding from behind his cape. He bears a curved blade and a shield with a green dragon for a crest. Kilthane Titans are known to be used by Zhalia Moon and Ryder, and they are worthy and mighty allies. (X)

[ropuszysko]

Sooo, I think Gareon's is the best and Kilthane's is the worst of them. Let me tell you, yellow paint is hell's invention. What is pigmentation, never heard of it and stuff... (I used white beneath, so it's not like I tried to use it without any base). Still have to make gems.

[parusahontas]

I love the fact that Zhalia is basically a queen to her titans, like you can imagine her as a Greek goddess or a Pharaoh and Kilthane is her loyal black knight/warrior, Gareon is her special pet, King Basilisk is the Cerberus, the Strix are buzzing on her head like a crown, Gar-Ghoul is her gate-keeper and she just sitting on her throne with all of these around, just oh my god I need someone to drawing of this ...

[zhaliacain]

Can Kilthane take off his cloak so Zhalia can use it as a blanket?

Can his shield be used as a sled?

Kilthane and Strix are so under appreciated.

[weirdponytail]

Huntik Fanfic: Pneumonia, pt 1

(A/N: Ahh, the sickfic. A staple of fanfiction everywhere.

I think it’s fairly common in the Huntik fanfiction canon that many think that Zhalia wouldn’t let anyone know she was sick. It’s just something that I’ve seen in quite a few fanfics here. And I’ll be honest, I believe it. Certain traumas can make you incredibly averse to showing any sort of vulnerability. To add my own color to it, I personally think that it would be hard for Zhalia to actually get sick. Eating dirt and trashcan food builds that good ol’ immune system up, take my word for it.  

But when you get dragged into taking care of two snot nosed kids that track in all sorts of nasty germs from school and you go on long, tropical locale missions, you can’t really stay healthy all the time.

PS– Yeah, I’ve never actually had pneumonia, only a brief and mostly annoying and mild bought with bronchitis. So I’m just going with what google says the symptoms are. And fuck it, it’ll act like viral but it’ll be bacterial, because I don’t feel like getting the entire team sick.)

Pneumonia, pt 1

Zhalia closed the door to her flat as softly as possible. Her flight had been delayed by five hours, but she had let the Fears boys come back to the flat instead of staying at Dante’s another night. She peeked into their room as she went past, satisfied that they were asleep.

It had been a hell of a mission chain. The former spy was starting to regret agreeing to take on some higher risk collection jobs around the Amazon Rainforest, centered on the famous raging river.  She had been smashed in rapids, literally wrestled a caiman until she could get Kilthane Summoned, and spent five long nights camped at the edge of the water. Her whole body ached and her ribs felt cracked, her Nerveblock spell having worn off while at the airport, and her head felt like she had put it through a damn window.

To put it simply, Zhalia Moon would have felt better if she had jumped out of a plane with a punctured parachute.

The former spy slipped into her room and deposited her backpack next to the door. Unpacking its mostly sodden contents could wait until morning. She shed most of her clothes, tossed on an old pair of shorts and a loose tank top, and threw herself onto the bed with a wince.

‘Back. Sleep now talk later.’ Zhalia hit send on her message to Dante before plugging her phone in. The room felt unusually cold, and she made a mental note to remind Den and Harrison to ask before messing with the thermostat as she grabbed the edge of her comforter and rolled over.

Curled in her own little piece of warmth and solitude, Zhalia allowed herself to relax and drift off into sleep.

Den and Harrison were used to Zhalia sleeping in after long missions, especially after getting in so late. They didn’t give it a second thought after peeping into her room to see her buried under a wild pile of comforters and pillows, and happily pounced on the couch to play a few rounds of Left 4 Dead co-op with bowls of sugary cereal. It was Saturday after all.

Ten AM came and went. Then eleven. Noon rolled around and there was still no sign of their surrogate sister.

“Hey.” Harrison paused the game, ignoring his brother’s cry of protest. The elder twin was stuck in the menu at the exact moment a Boomer vomited on him. “You think Zhalia’s okay?”

Den looked over at the door to Zhalia’s room. To be honest, he was getting a little worried as well. “I mean…I think so. Dante’s text said she got in at like…three or something.”

The younger twin rubbed his thumb on the side of his controller, still unconvinced. “Yeah, I know, but…should we check on her?”

His question proved unnecessary, because at that moment Zhalia shuffled out of her room looking about as chipper, and about as pale, as the zombies frozen in the game’s pause menu.

“Well look who’s up!” Den cracked a wide grin and nudged Harrison’s bony side, shooting him an obvious ‘see, I told you’ with his hazel eyes. “Harrison thought you were in a coma, Zee.”

“I did not!” Harrison’s eyes narrowed into a glare at his elder twin before he looked back to the dark haired woman making her way to the kitchen. He couldn’t drop the nagging suspicion that something was wrong with her. She was grabbing whatever was nearby for support as she walked, and stumbled a bit when she coughed into a crooked elbow. “Hey, you okay, zus? You don’t look so good.”

Zhalia waved him off with a grumbled nonsensical reply and finally made it to the fridge. She fought with the door for a moment, swearing in garbled growls, before yanking it open and letting it smack hard into wall behind it.

“…Den, I really think something’s off.” Harrison whispered, turning his shoulder to block Zhalia’s sight of his face as she proceeded to down an entire bottle of the cold water they chilled for after training in one go. Her talent for lip reading had gotten him in trouble before.

Den glanced up and tucked his head lower. He had to admit, the brief exchange had him doubting his earlier confidence. “Dude, she didn’t even snark at you.” He dared another quick look, seeing Zhalia glaring at the empty bottle with what appeared to be seething rage.

And then she crumpled to the kitchen floor with a disturbing thud.

“I hate it when you’re right!” Den leapt from the couch, forgotten controller skittering across the coffee table and clattering to the ground. Harrison jerked, startled by the sound behind him, and went sheet white when he saw his sister shivering on the tile. “Call Dante!”

Dante shifted in his usual armchair, Holotome balanced on one hand as he dug around in his pocket for his buzzing cell phone. Lok, seated next to Sophie on the couch as they scrolled through recent reports from the various Casterwill compounds together, grinned slightly and gently took the precious machine off his mentor’s hands so it wouldn’t become acquainted with the ground.

Dante nodded his thanks and managed to pull the offending phone from his back pocket, taking a glance at the screen to identify the caller before hitting the ‘accept’ button.

“Hey, Harrison. Are you all coming over fo- Hey, wait, slow down.” Both teens on the couch looked up at Dante’s sudden change of tone. “Harrison. Harrison! I need you to start from the beginning, okay? Zhalia did what?”

Dante was silent as he listened to the boy on the other end of the call. Lok cast a troubled glance at Sophie as he heard faint yelling in the background, just barely audible from the phone in Dante’s hand.

Both younger Seekers jumped when their mentor suddenly bolted to his feet, phone trapped between his shoulder and ear as he began violently searching the trench coat draped over the back of his chair. “Okay, Harrison, listen to me. I’ll be right there, just put her in the recovery position and get something soft under her head, okay? I’ll be there in a few minutes; just keep an eye on her. I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and tossed the phone on the table, practically turning his coat inside out.

“What’s wrong?” Sophie was already up. She had never seen their usually calm and collected leader act so franticly.

“I need the keys!” The offending key ring clattered to the floor as Dante vigorously shook the trench coat upside-down at his words. He snatched them up and pointed to the Casterwill. “Sophie, call the Venice safehouse and tell them to send a doctor here. I’m taking the car. Zhalia passed out and isn’t waking up. I’m going to get her and the twins.”

Sophie didn’t argue, grabbing her Cypherdex from Lok’s lap and starting her call as her boyfriend got to his feet. “Do you need me to do anything?”

Dante was already halfway out the door. “See if you can find Cherit! We might need his help with an Energy Bath.”

(A/N: This part of the fic was written a good long time ago. It’s gone through several adaptations and changes, and it’s definitely not complete. I’ve held off on abandoning it, and I’m picking it back up again for what feels like the eleventh time. Don’t expect much in the way of another update with this one tonight, but it’ll be worked on I assure you!

~Cheers from North Carolina this time around! :D )

[maryjanewatson]

colonel-chicken replied to your post “my only previous exposure to the f4 was the shitty 90s cartoon and i did not expect to have any feelings towards them whatsoever”

the anime cartoon though. It's so weird, I still can't believe this is a real thing

the namor episode and the episode where peter runs around and takes pictures of johnny sensually licking ice cream and making kids cry are the best episodes 

kilthane replied to your post “my only previous exposure to the f4 was the shitty 90s cartoon and i did not expect to have any feelings towards them whatsoever”

the first season of the 90s one is terrible but the second season is!! literally so amazing omg and not ironically. like actual faithful story adaptations and good animation and all that. watch it

i had no idea there was a second season!! huh thank you

[formerkirrua]

kilthane replied to your post: “kilthane replied to your post: kilthane replied to your...”:

omg you were like the cool kid of the ygo youtube fandom tbh

I thought I was pretty annoying tbh but that's okay bc that's my destiny 

[jasongrace]

kilthane replied to your post

remember when longshot

yes so much ofmg i will always hold longshot dear to my heart

but i've kind of just moved on from yj in general and i never thought i'd say that ever yet here i am???? i still love it i'm just not as enthusiastic about it anymore