‣‣‣Voltron; Legendary Defender✧ Canon⁃Divergent⁃Ozar || CC__ DIVERGENT || Written by FadedNorth(21+)
Heavily headcanon based CC▪︎ Pre-Events\during events
Friendly towards 《《Ocs-multimuse-crossover-multiverse-other canaons-aus-other fandoms++》》
Multiship 》 Multithread》 multiverse》 crossovers》
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[MAIN] ||Lieutenants PROFILE
[SECONDARY] ||General Axca ||Haylee
[Get to know] ||OFFICER Olia ||Survayer Marmoran ||Lieutenant Bur-Ban ||
Recommend laptop/computer ver for best read!
||Below for mass intro/muse intell||
╠Guidelines+General rules╣
Be cordial and don't start drama. I want this to have good energy and interaction! I welcome everyone here with open arms. But please know someone runs this, and like other rp blogs, they are a PERSON.
This blog does and will contain written or drawn aspects of gore and violence in certain instances and scenarios due to the Muses life/experiences. Please be aware that I will TAG each and write a specific warning. I will not post without posting a tag/warning beforehand and a "Readmore" line. (same for 18+ content)
CC does not EQUAL mun. Actions taken by muse or others do not equal to mun. We are playing characters.
Patience is a well-needed aspect for most rp spaces. If I do not reply right away or in a day or so- hit me over the head with a message. I get busy sometimes and a simple message like--- "Hey, we have a thread, did my reply go through" Or something like that works well for me.
I am fairly active and pretty welcoming towards anyone. I am not selective as of now (I love me some interactions), and if i change things, i will make it as its own post!
╠Shipping╣
Ozar is 20+ and a fully grown adult, so shipping is open. As long as the other muse is an ADULT and holds traits of a grown ADULT, I am open to shipping but would like to speak beforehand. Especially if you wish to reestablish something. [[Including cross-verse/universe+e.t.c
▪︎ With that, he is a multiship. So, being in a relationship with one does not mean he is cheating. ▪︎
not 100% sure what to put here. haha, simple as I can be sorry--- I just don't want any misunderstandings.
╠Triggering topics╣
Being part of a rebellion means war and all its things that bring it with. Including gore, blood, violence, and other topics. While not all threads will contain this, some will. I am not someone who just does angsty threads, I enjoy spicing it up and adding fluff to them as well. Including just doing goofy threads or scenarios with my muses.
To warn ahead !!____________!! will be used!
And now...
Drugs, gore, blood, traumatic events, and other mentions and talk will occur in some threads and spaces. Please be aware and look for the tags and / or warning markings. I will tag each and ensure nothing gets out without proper tags.
╠Mun╣
Call me Merci or north! I am 21+
I have roleplayed for around 9+ years and have a semi-lit to novel-length replying I tend to do. However, I also reply in shorter sentences depending on the type of thread or what settles well for us! Most of my replies tend to be around 1-3 paragraphs for a usual reply. Anything longer than 5+ is rare, but if that does occur, I will cut it short or have it under a "readmore" to ensure things don't get too blocked or confusing!
▪︎Minus crack!fluff!pre-planned threads in shorter segments. I am extremely flexible for length!▪︎
‣‣‣╣Fandoms I am IN [[currently watching or been HIGHLY active with))
Voltron Legendary Defenders (2016) ◇
Transformers; Prime, Cyberverse, ONE(movie), and RDI(15K) ◇
Invincible (Show caught up 1-3 plus---comp-2 for comics) ◇
‣‣‣╣Fandoms have been in / Interested
The Owl House ◆ COMPLETED
GaoGaiGar:King of the braves (all ver) ◆COMPLETED
Brave Police J-decker ◆ COMPLETED
Transformers: Animated, G1, ROTB/Knightverse, botbots ◆ COMPLETED
MLP (seasons 1-4, catching up) ◆
Centaurworld◆ COMPLETED
FNAF (1-5) ◆
Tankmen ◆
Minecraft (I still play it) ◆ dunno just...plot purposes??
EPIC_the musical ◆
I am always open to other fandoms, and I will look into them if you are interested in an rp! Please also note that I did not place ALL my fandoms. These are the ones I am the most familiar with or versed in. {{Just because I placed ones I am active in does not mean I am not going to be open to RPing with you, I love to roleplay and welcome everyone with open arms. ^^ and I am very open to those outside of the vld fandom--Fear not i do not bite lol
‣‣‣╣TAGS
||Your devoted lieutenant__gen rp
||Lieutenant of the rebellion__Ozar misc
!!!___Warning___!!!
||Tap on your shoulder__answered
||Good request__M!A or Art request
||Otherside of the moon__Aesthetic
||Kinda sour taste__18+/sinday
||What an auspicious occasion__Ask
||Chorus of fists__for mentions of other rebels or being played
||Merci's magical hands__My art tag if I post
||Apply to the blue one__Misc Muse related (updated) ||The shining of the moon__misc muse/related
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
"I would be, my flow friend." He smiled slightly. Eyes drifting to the hall behind her for a tick before returning. Only to fall to the box in his hands. "It is a toy for the girl. Do you wish to..?" He began to ask.
"Ah, what is it you are doing?" He could sense it. It was a familiar sense in the air. One he had felt many a times before. One that he and Ozar had to team up to ensure no more life was lost.
During his younger years, and before he would find himself on kraydah, there was a time where he would slowly grow accustomed to the way of the Kythra. Growing with the way of nesting and creating their manner of nests. Particularly her tribes manner of nesting and their specific placements and choice of fabrics, charms, framework, and structure choice.
While he was a child he still retains quite a bit of memory to each piece and choice. With that in mind, Te-oshs families choice of nest manner had always stuck with him. Even if their items of choice were restricted or unattainable; due to constant movement or just out of reach.
When returning and claiming ground on Kraydah, and finally settled in, some sort of familiarity returned. While on their toes for a while and even after they still found the time to return to old roots.
Ozar, for himself and Hay-Lee, he found himself his own way of building one of these nests for them both. During the times he did have his daughter he made enough space for them and comfort for them both. When she was sent to a safer place he was able to take rest in it. A good size and structure for himself.
Bonus!★【】★
Ozar would find himself trapped in these nests by Te-osh and her maternal side of family. Olia as well but when she had been reunited with her family, Ozar was consistently trapped in giant huddles.
Luckily, when with her parental and herself on their bases and the other rebels, it usually was her and him.
At that point he gained «The hatchling» term from her. The only name for him that she could call him. Not that he hates it, but it is reserved for his mother after all.
Time for Anon gremlin trouble: *steals all the hotsauce*
Ozar had been working on painting over the new paint jobs for the ships. When Matt raced out of the ship in some sort of distress.
"Matt??" He dropped almost everything he had been doing to check on the boy. Though, slowed when spotting the other new recuirts and Neto joining in. Shouting about missing hot sauce.
Time for Anon gremlin trouble: *Graffiti the ships nose art with smiley faces and googly eyes*
Ozar had just returned from another one of the meetings. A usual routine for them and their new recruits, the ones in short supply nowadays, though a good meeting it had been. More productive and encouraging then the last few.
Though he had planned to return to the ships to clean them. Even if they to return to the front, and end up in the state of before, it gave him something to do. Most of his responsibilities he had finished long ago.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Hay-Lee remained in her restless slumber. Her arms and ears twitched to any sudden action on the bed. None of it held within any sort of reality she could have lived in. Just the dreamscape and its unsettling comfort. Remaining comforted in such a reality where something horrible has occurred. If she had known better, she may have chosen to stay.
Her plushie was hugged tightly in her arms as she continued to rest. Sometimes i'd find it's way out of her grasp, but for a tick, only to be wrapped up once more in her embrace.
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There was a tenseness in the air when the sun passed and moon shifted to it's place. being on the otherside of Kraydah. Time was odd when riding the second signifer of times passing.
But soon the morning came to their side of the planet.
Flow opened her optics, slowly raising up despite the exhaustion screaming the seeker to stop. She looked at the Hay-Lee fixing the push lion, so his face was to kiss the girl's cheek.
She waited a little bit watching the little one before getting ready for the day-- and her hunt.
Hair combed and weaved into a braid then a bun. Fixing the outfit to like slightly more plain than her usual looks. Pants, top, poncho, flat boots. But the quality still impeccable. Not to raise anything from the rebels, but it looks like she was still out of sorts.
Flow stood by the bed waiting for the queue from Oilia or Te-osh to watch the little one.
Bur-Ban was walking down the hall with a little box in hand. Inspecting it over in his hands. It was causing a soft jingle as he moved it around. He had hoped it was enough to bring some joy to Hay-Lee.
Though he had not expected to see Flow awake and walking from Ozaes quarters.
The again, they did grieve differently then his people.
"Flow, hello there." He greeted with carefulness. A soft smile on his bandaged face. The box kept in his hands with great care.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
Hay-Lee remained in her restless slumber. Her arms and ears twitched to any sudden action on the bed. None of it held within any sort of reality she could have lived in. Just the dreamscape and its unsettling comfort. Remaining comforted in such a reality where something horrible has occurred. If she had known better, she may have chosen to stay.
Her plushie was hugged tightly in her arms as she continued to rest. Sometimes i'd find it's way out of her grasp, but for a tick, only to be wrapped up once more in her embrace.
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There was a tenseness in the air when the sun passed and moon shifted to it's place. being on the otherside of Kraydah. Time was odd when riding the second signifer of times passing.
(*Gently places the giant blue bird here* @cyberghost-scout )
"Um..." Flow fixed her lovely veiled hat. The suns in the swapmeet place were shining. A lovely day indeed, she was having a great time finding great deals on silver and findings. And then one thing lead to another: a bonus treat of lace, some little biscuits that Ozar and children would like... She got lost, pink eyes narrowed trying to find a familiar colors of her cybertronian group or the rebels.
Sighing she decided to move to a less busy part of the stalls. Unaware that someone noticed her.
Ozar was making his rounds on the landing pad. Giving one last look over the ships and their recent repairs. While not as close or intimate of an inspection, he held confidence in Olia’s judgment.
Not that was much out of question. It was just the usual routine.
It had been quiet as of late. Galran activity down, the bots on their own tasks, the rebels themselves off doing their tasks. Little to no issue of safety. A oddity, one that kept him on his toes. Even if it was quiet, something could happen.
So, only when he spotted one of his soldiers running up to him—
“Has something occurred?” While he hoped it was something of their own doing, the pit he felt brought more of an idea what was going be said.
"Not like we'd let nobody get away with...something like this." Olia's ears flickered as her gaze shifted to meet the duo. Her vocal tone shifted as well. "We could do somethin' now-."
"Absolutely not." Their commanders reply was sharp and stern. "Running out like with emotions high and word not spread would lead to more lives lost." Her gaze was harsh but softened slightly. While she knew the idea of going out could be inviting, a quick route of surpirse vengeance, it would end up with more hurt. It could be more then some hurt.
"Give time to this." A warning as she stood back up to leave the area. "I need to attend to the rest. They'll be holding questions, if not now." The last she needed was some insult of rumors to float about.
Flow was oddly silent during the talk with Olia and Te-osh. She was listening after saying her peace with a complicated disappointment and sadness. Yet, Her fingers slowly strangled the oil can as many thoughts raced like solving a tricky encryption.
Her shoulder tensing up as her back curled down, spark starting to race. Flow is not like Ghostwire and Fedelis, she admits silently, while the commander left, her thoughts continued, she did not have the expertise of actually backing up their words. Nor, she is brazen to violence like to Phantasma, who had known the kiss of death and not so keen to return any time soon.
The oil can crinkle slightly as her thoughts continue towards a conclusion.
A Vossian pride is dented and courtie is missing leaving herself and Haylee.
'If emotions won't work then.'
Flow stood up placing the lightly crushed can onto the bench politely before leaving without a word. Going to soothe Haylee first letting the child weep in her arms till she slept. The outside Flow was still sad but trying to be her cordial self. Keeping the peace while tending the young Haylee.
But this was to not be interrupted for the night. Her eyes flashed an inorganic pinks and reds, a blink to the naked eye.
It was tense, the air thick with unspoken thoughts and words, unmatched from previous times of mourning. Familiar enough for those who had served or survived just as long to see more lives lost in combat. Rookies walking with careful strides if crossing the path of those who served the lieutenant or his cohorts.
Their commander remained the same, though her movement more purposeful in pace and speech, moving along with little word or avoiding conversation.
Hay-Lee, for the most part, had keep a strong face. It didnt take much to get her to crumble and break down. Even with her family nearby and being held by one of them. She eventually was able to find her place in the arms of her grandmother.
Though the time with her was replaced with another's arms. Flow was comforting to her, and eventually her soothing voice got her to a unrestful sleep.
Now she was in the corner of her Mapai's bed and inspecting her Black Lion plushie. Flopping the ears slightly as she sniffled. Pulling the blanket over her to make a makeshift tent
Ozar has always been very comfortable in any clothing style, masculine to feminine, both if he wants to feel more whimsical. Though he prefers something that keeps him most intact for combat times. He does enjoy more comfortable and empowering outfits. Some may push him on it, but he enjoys it and nothing stops him from wear what he deems good fashion. Even if he...has no idea what is fashionable.
While he never had the correct words for exactly his preferences, he knew they were his choices. Especially his identity and how he showcased himself. He is cery passionate in making others feel comfortable and at home. Even in the barracks. He has little patience for any disrespectful imput or rumors being spread around.
He has zero tolerance for any type of foolery or hate. He never would abuse his soldiers, just more cleaning or tedious tasks to drill it in. He only wants them to feel well and safe. He knows how to treat them to make them feel somewhat at home. ♥︎
Face paint difficult to apply due on him, unfortunately, having a minor allergic reaction. He was fine but thars the only time he got all puffy.
His favorite of the flag design is a tie between Bear and the berrisexual flags. Veronica was very patient showing him all the flag designs and Acxa was only somewhat bothered by him taking up their time.
He currently has several buttons of ducks holding flags and running as pins.
The fact earth has all types of interesting clothing and, during the lull between supplies and returning to their part of the universe, he had the pleasure of going to some shows. Drag shows, which he enjoyed, he finds it great! He hopes ill pick up across the universe once peace is established.
Ozar became very interested in earth's lgbtq scene after Matt invited them (rebels) to a small gathering on earth. It was one of the first of gatherings after earth's liberation from Sendak.
What interested him most was the amount of different forms and terms made and intact history behind. While he wasnt unfamiliar to many, Earth's way was vast.
It was a fun time all around. The food was what really excited him most. But he didnt come out either empty handed.
Ozar has been though so much but he continues onwards. His only goal is to make a better place for the future generations or restore some hope many have lost, if voltron fails the, now, he isn’t sure what to do. His hope in them is strong. So he continues onwards. If at all, for his daughter, the biggest joy in his life.
Reminds me of goose and the giraffes! Also they are very cool with their tails and eating habits and just...very cool very neat.
NO. I DO NOT CARE IF IT IS A BASIC ANSWER. I love these long necked babies and I would do whatever I must to bring yhem back. They are absolutely amazing and I love them!
Also I got a plushie of em and wanna get the chicken nugget ver too ngl...
