#and yes I know Five has yellow eyes in the picrews.

[brown-little-robin]

I'm a little curious about Five's past. Could you tell us a little about him?

Yeah! Okay SO. >:D

Five is a modified clone of Two. President Thawne put extra Eobard Thawne (Reverse Flash) DNA in him. This gave him, among other things, lank hair, blue eyes, a distinct lack of any accelerated healing, and an ability to time travel at will.

major spoilers ahead:

Pres. Thawne gave Five a particularly abusive CRAYDL on purpose. It was a sort of comparison project, actually—Five got a CRAYDL who neglected him, sexually abused him, and taught him nothing useful except survival (of a kind). Three got a CRAYDL who adored him, prioritized his happiness, and was given the freedom to educate him extensively. Which one would be the better weapon—the one raised in a hellish crucible, or the one raised to be happy and loyal?

Five wasn't kept in virtual reality as much as the other clones. His CRAYDL left him alone in the lair a lot. It was a boring, awful existence. He spent a lot of time making art out of his food rations, trying to hack the televisions, and sleeping. When his CRAYDL was there, he was just. trying to survive The Horrors.

Three defected for reasons I won't get into here. Meanwhile, independently, Five killed his CRAYDL and vowed to end the Thawne line. He thought it would be a short and simple project: find his grandfather, mother, and genetic original (Bart Allen) and kill them and then himself. When he found out that he wasn't the only clone, he had to adjust that to a longer timeline because he needed to kill all the clones. And then he went to the past and met Three, who introduced him to Two, who was able to convince Five that not all people with Thawne DNA are irredeemably evil monsters to be eradicated.

So Five changed his plan again, slowing it down again. He has to protect Two and Three—that's his first priority. Killing the other clones has to go slower now, because he has to concentrate on making sure that the Thawnes don't notice Two and Three in the past and kill them. (There's a delicate balance going on between the future and the past, you see. Basically, Pres. Thawne has decided that he will treat the past as if it is happening at the same time as the present, meaning that he sends each clone out in succession and only acts on the information he receives from each clone after they're done. So far, it has kept the timeline from collapsing.)

Basically, Five's brilliant plan to go out in a blaze of glory keeps getting interrupted by new information and he handles it like a champ.

Also: if you want to read a little Five one-shot I wrote, it's here!

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Old friend': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Old friend"

"I'm proud to be who I am now, of my thoughts and to be with the woman I love,"

Chapter Summary: Yirina is moving, without having eaten, to Century House to apologize to Park for her behavior from last night but things will lead her & Park to be meeting...a old friend in town...

Link of the Picrew used !

To read it on AO3, click here!

Words : +3700

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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I didn't eat anything when I stepped out of the apartment, not even a simple slice of bread with jam on it, not even after Zasha told me to do so, and honestly, right now, I did not want to eat until I've got to sort off something...and that something was to go see Park herself at Century House and apologize for my actions last night, I'm the one to blame because I didn't say anything to the moment I go out of Peter's apartment until this morning, I'm the one to blame to be acting like that, I can be stupid...and I was stupid during that moment.

That was the only thought that was crossing inside my brain at the moment I started to walk outside the building through the streets of London...I needed to forgive myself, that's the main thing for me to do now. I couldn't look myself at the numerous windows & mirrors around me, prompting me to keep my eyes away from them until I was in front of the MI6 building, this time avoiding everyone's look on me and not putting my eyes on the others, keeping my mind focused to excuse myself.

Once the elevator was on the floor of our office, I didn't let the doors getting fully open that I was already out of it, walking almost as if my life was depending on how fast I was doing it to reach the office and I arrived in front of the door, opening but then, as I thought that I would see Park at her desk working, no one was actually here in this room, she wasn't here and the only thing I could perceive is the silence of the room...a silence that was interrupted every one second by the white clock on the wall near my desk.

My mind at the moment was trying to not panic at not seeing Park in here as I walk inside the room that was still looking the same when we came here to grab the necessary things before leaving for Peter's place: nothing was removed, nothing was new on our desks despite the boxes that the cleaning crew had to bring here, that was very weird...

"Excuse me?" The voice of a woman interrupted me as I was leaning on my desk to look over Park's desk, making me turn my head around to the door, discovering a woman with glasses, brown hair, and wearing a big leather jacket, sounding a bit german in her voice. "Miss Grigoriev?"

"Yes?" I whispered in a low voice at her.

"Hmm, sorry to bother you but there are some reports miss Park asked about Harry Stone," She announced, showing me the files that she was holding in her arms.

"Good," I simply said, my eyes moving away from her, almost sounding annoyed. "You can put them on her desk, I don't know where she is actually," I suggested, pointing with my hand towards Park's desk and it's without a word that the woman complied, walking inside the room to reach the desk and putting the reports on the only empty space on Park's desk.

"Here you go," The woman breathed after she put them on the desk, turning around to look at me but then, I've got a flash in front of my eyes, remembering something...

"Wait, do I know you?" I asked her, moving away from my desk. "Are you called Sam?" I demanded, starting to remember to have seen that woman a long time ago and it was in here, in that very building.

"Yes, that's my nickname," She replied with a smile to me, starting to go back to the door as I was intrigued by this 'Sam' "Name's Samantha but...I assume that you don't need to know more about me," She added before she got her hands on the door to close it, seemingly leaving alone but I needed to know.

"Wait!" I raised my voice to stop, walking fast to reach the door and open it, wanting to stop her to go away as her presence and her words were intriguing but when I open the door, she wasn't at my sight, as if she vanished into thin air...as if she never existed..."What the hell?" I mumbled to myself.

Confusion was the only word of that little weird situation while I was closing the door, wondering who was this woman I saw once a long time ago without remembering when but that's strange: a brown-haired woman sounding german, disappearing like that...that's strange...Without any other thoughts, my attention got into the reports she brought here on Park's desk, and to try to forget that situation, I decided to see them closely.

In fact, instead of multiple reports as this Sam claimed to be, there were actually only one but looking pretty big & rather combining a bit of everything and I took a look at it: it was mostly talking about Stone's family and that wasn't good to see: he had two siblings who disappeared at a young age, his parents died when he was imprisoned, and then, his choice of either spending his time in prison or joining the SAS, he took the latter one.

Then, after I closed the report, finding nothing else, my eyes went suddenly on a little yellow note that was on a document and I took it...'We need to talk, come to the underground parking, the same car we used last night, it's urgent! P.' That note...it was written by Park herself, recognizing her own handwriting on it.

"Dammit," I said, discovering that Park was in fact here but she was waiting for me somewhere else, causing me to take the jacket that I took off before that 'Sam' came in and left the office.

If she wrote this and she wasn't here, that means it's very important but it was still strange that she was doing it like that. I tried to figure out what's wrong by using the stairs to go down instead of using the elevator despite it was faster, exhausting me a bit before I arrived at the underground parking floor, walking towards the parking place that the car that I & Park used was, her waiting for me over there.

I then got delighted on my face for a few seconds when I saw Park in that car, sitting on the driver's seat, the delight going away when my original thoughts came back, my apologies needed to be done as I approach the car at its front passenger side.

"Park?" I said as I open the door, hearing the radio of the car on and, staying neutral on her face, not saying a simple word or turning her head at me. "Hey, Park, are you alright?" I asked her but no responses from her before I installed myself on the passenger seat, finally reacting as she shut down the radio that was going to pass some news.

"You're okay, Yirina?" She spoke up, sounding worried but looking outside at the wing mirror of her side.

"Listen, I'm sorry about...last night," I went straight to the subject, avoiding her question and wanting to apologize to her now. "It was stupid to not talk and tell you what's wrong but...I wasn't feeling alright," I continued, her not willing to stop me in my words. "Seeing you...in that state and what I saw in that place...that make me bad but I'm the one to apologize,"

"You know well that I'm the one that start it, you just said it yourself," She told me, releasing a little breath out of her mouth.

"I...no, you're not the one to blame, I am," I exclaimed, looking at her while putting my arms down on my lap. "I'm just trying to..." I was then interrupted when Park moved her right hand above my left one. "I...I'm sorry," I muttered, trying to find my word at this, her touch feeling a bit different than before.

"I am too," She whispered, finally turning her head at me, seeing her eyes that were almost dried up, as if she cried a lot. "I'm accepting everything from you but is my forgiveness acceptable?" She demanded and I nodded.

"Listen, it's been months that I said that you were forgiven, stop telling yourself that you're not forgiven, you...are," I reminded her, giving her a little recomforting grin that she managed to do on her face. "Just...stop about it, okay?"

"I will," She muttered before she moved in for a kiss that she was supposedly meant to be on my cheek but my head was still looking at her, making it a kiss on the lips that surprised her. "I...thanks for that," She said, sounding better in a few moments after the kiss, passing her hand through her face to remove the bit of hair on it.

"It's okay," I smiled at her after the kiss, blushing a bit before my eyes went on the front to look outside the car, wondering now why we were here and not in our office. "So, why are we here?" I asked directly.

"It's important," Park responded, moving her hands on her lap and tapping with her left fingers on her legs. "After what I learned, we can't talk in our office and Zasha's one," She added.

"Why that?" I demanded.

"It happens that the CIA has some...bugs inside our respective offices," She answered, my eyes going wide at this revelation. "They've been listening to us talking about Perseus & the situation since a long time,"

"Ears & eyes everywhere in London," I mumbled, remembering perfectly this 'Alex' words to us when he met with us two days ago. "They weren't joking on it," I said loudly.

"Five minutes after our cleaning crew got away, guess who arrived at the same place," Park moved her right hand to reach something behind on the backseat before taking in it, a simple picture she shows to me, seeing on it this 'Alex' with some people arriving at Peter's apartment. "One of our men forgot something and I had to go back before he saw them arrive, he took a picture and got away before been caught," She explained the context, keeping the picture in her hand.

"That's how they manage to know about the situation: by listening to us," I guessed as Park got the picture back behind us. "But if they know that, they know other things like...Liliya's origins and more..." I presumed, thinking that this little bugs problem is occurring for a long time.

"I guess that too," Park joined me on that idea, taking a deep breath after saying that. "Instead of having the boxes from Peter's place in our office, I decided to move them in a safer place," She gestured with her head towards the back of the car. "Put them in the trunk of the car, the only place the CIA can't look at,"

"Better than nothing," I admitted, looking with her at the back until I resume to look in front of me. "Are we going to study them now?" I questioned her but she shook her head.

"No...not for the moment," She replied as she moves her hand again on the backseat to grab something. "Before, we have to talk...to an old friend," She added before she put on my lap a medium-sized black bag like that without telling me more, prompting me to open it, discovering a tracking device, along with a little tracker.

"What is it for?" I asked her, taking in my hand the little tracker.

"Remember Lukas Ritter?" She asked me back, making me turn my head slowly towards her in curiosity, remembering that man perfectly in my head as I nod to her. "I was told by some MI5 agents when I arrive here that they managed to find a place that he always goes every morning in London," She explained, putting back the tracker in the bag. "So, I gathered some useful equipment for us and I'm sure that he can help us to...know where Stone & the other Perseus agents are hiding,"

"Yeah, can be very useful indeed," I smirked at this as Park was already starting the car engine, ready to drive away. "Where is it by the way?"

"In the Farringdon neighborhood," She responded, putting her hands on the steering wheel and starting to move the car. "I'm sure that we will get what we need," She affirmed as I put the bag at my feet, now wondering how that improvised mission will happen.

Even with that new thing to do, I was still astonished to learn that our offices were rigged with micros by the CIA, realizing how they succeeded to know about Stone & the situation in London: just by installing micros in Century House and hear us talking about it, very simple...and more like a big bad move from them, wanting to cut their ears off once we go back in our office but it would be tempting and not the best thing to do...for the moment now.

Now, I was in a car with Park after I managed to apologize along with her in the streets of London, going into the direction of where our 'insider' Lukas Ritter used to go and the means of proceeding on how we could manage to get the tracker on him was going to be discussed once we got at our destination and that destination was in fact a pub called 'The Old Bank of England'. Park got ourselves in a good parking space that was in sight of the pub's entrance.

"He should be coming soon," Park observed the entrance, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel before she stopped doing that. "Here is he," She discreetly pointed near the entrance, seeing Lukas Ritter in the same clothes the day we first met him, looking alone.

"What now?" I demanded.

"Well, that's the thing, how should we proceed?" She demanded at me back, turning her head around at me. "He can recognize us the second we step inside that pub," She added.

"Yeah, he can recognize us," I repeated, letting a little sigh out of my mouth before something turned on in my head. "Of course, he doesn't know that we know,"

"Uhm...I'm not following you here," Park narrowed her eyes at me, holding the steering wheel as I got myself well to look at her.

"We know that he lied to us and fled our control in Moscow but...does he know that he's wanted by us?" I suggested. "He proclaimed that he needed to go into hiding and if he's here, maybe that...he would like to 'talk' about defecting," I continued on that idea, thinking that Lukas doesn't know that we're seeing him as an enemy.

"Oh...I see," Park was like enlighten to hear me out. "You're saying that...one of us should go in there, saying things to make him convince that we're dumb to continue to buy in his lies and put the tracker on," I nodded at her to that.

"I'm going in," I volunteered myself, leaning to open the bag at my feet to take the little tracker with me.

"Are you sure? I can go if you want," Park proposed.

"Nah, I'm fine, don't worry," I told her with a smile, putting the tracker inside a pocket of my jacket before opening my door. "I'll not be too long, don't worry," I reassured her, making a little wink to her before I close the door, leaving myself outside to join the pub.

I took a deep breath before I could bring myself to walk away from the car and to engage myself on the pedestrian crossing to go to the pub that was on the other side of the street and without any hesitation when I arrived in front of the entrance that I open it, discovering a very traditional place and very charming to see, filled with people but that wasn't the main thing to think here, now trying to find Lukas around and that wasn't so hard to do, he was sitting with his back against me at the end of the main room as a waiter was finishing to bring him something to drink & eat.

"Ein guter Kaffee zum Start in den Tag, [Good coffee to start the day,]" I heard him speaking in German when I was arriving behind him at his table, observing a little muffin with him.

"Can't say better about that matter," I spoke up, getting myself at his sight and as I thought, he was looking to get chocked himself with the sip of his own coffee.

"What the..." He tried to say, taking a little tissue in his hands to clean up his lips, his eyes focused on me. "How...miss Grigoriev?" He was still sounding shocked to see me standing near him.

"I'm surprised to see you here as you are too with me," I exclaimed before pointing out at the seat in front of him. "Can I sit?" I asked him.

"Uhm..."

"I'm pretty sure that you don't want to make a scene in here, right?" I presumed, seeing him hesitant to let me sit before he nodded, gesturing with his hands to the seat. "Good, that's better," I said with a smile before sitting down on the seat, not removing my eyes from him. "So...Lukas, what a pleasure to greet you in England,"

"I'm...how did you find me?" He demanded, his hands trembling before he pulled them on his lap below the table.

"We can thank the MI5 for that," I replied, starting to act as the perfect dumb agent that still believes in his innocence. "Said that our insider in the KGB entered England but we don't know exactly why," I explained, getting my hands on the table for that. "And besides, hanging out in a pub where some of their agents are going, not a good idea," I lied, trying to find in my head some ideas to make him believe that we don't really know about him.

"Scheisse! [Shit!]" He cursed, mumbling with a low voice as he turned his head to look at the people in the pub, thinking some of them were MI5 agents...good lie indeed..."And I thought that I was discreet," He sighed before turning around again. "Okay, I'll tell you,"

"Then, tell me," I breathed, seeing him clear his throat to talk, knowing that what he will say isn't true.

"Well, Perseus...managed to find out that I became a snitch even after I had to go into hiding," He started, taking a sip of his coffee as I was staying attentive. "I escaped one of their bases in Russia but I had to travel through some countries before reaching London, Perseus having put a price on my head," He resumed, taking a look outside for a second.

"So, if I heard right, you're asking for us to protect you from Perseus, right?" I presumed and he nodded at me clearly. "Hmm, I don't know if it's believable but your presence shows that you're saying the truth," I told him, putting my hand below my chin, fainting to think about it.

"Oh, thanks," He breathed, sounding relieved. "You don't know how much it's meaning to me," He added another lie, knowing he was here for another reason than to 'defect'.

"You helped us well, that's a lot from you," I exclaimed, grabbing the tracker discreetly with my right hand before I move it to tap on his shoulder, mimicking that he did good and taking the chance of putting the tracker in a good place: right below the collar of his jacket, a place that was out of sight of anyone. "You maybe want to know that Stone isn't longer alive, we killed him in Cuba," I decided to get into acting even dumber, giving him the illusion that we don't know about Stone's resurgence.

"Oh, good," Lukas simply said but his hands around his cup of coffee started to look a bit to hold the cup firmly, urging to crush it with his hands...Stone is certainly close to him...."Guess that it's good riddance for you & miss Park," He admitted, getting his eyes on me.

"Of course, it's good," I confirmed to him before looking around, having done my job here. "Well, why don't you...come to Century House when you're willing to? We can sort off your situation and protect you," I proposed before my eyes went on that muffin he took, having not eaten since I woke up. "Uhm...can I take it? I can even give some money to have another one," I demanded.

"Uhm...why...why not?" He reluctantly agreed on my little proposition, sighing before he gave me his own muffin with some chocolate chips on the top of it. "And...giving me your money?" He demanded.

"Sorry but I don't have my wallet now," I excused myself, having never got a wallet since...a long time with me. "Maybe I can give you the money when you will come to Century House," I suggested, taking directly a bite on the muffin and that, it was so good to taste something today. "Now, I'll leave you to your own coffee, remember that we don't forget what you did for us," I muttered to him before I decides to walk away from him, not even waving at him and having managed to steal his own muffin...what a chance...

Not only that but the tracker was now on him and by luck, it could bring us right to the lair of where he & his little friends of Perseus are hiding in London and I was simply smiling about it, enjoying my muffin on the way back to the car Park was waiting for me and I only got inside at my seat that I saw her with the little tracking device with a green dot blinking multiple times...

"It's working, the tracker is ready to..." Park said before turning around to see me taking a bite of the remains of the muffin. "Uhm...how..."

"I managed to stole it from Lukas before leaving, didn't eat anything this morning," I replied before she could even ask her question to know how I got my hands on that precious muffin. "Well now, we'll know where he is going to hide," I exclaimed, getting my eyes on the tracking device.

"Yes but now, we should go back to Century House, we'll be better," Park suggested before she hand over on my lap the device, letting her control to start the car, putting our seatbelts first as I was thinking of what happened in that pub...

I love when a little improvised plan comes together...

[valravnocs]

I HAVE FOUR NEW OCS theyre Jr. OCs bc they’re made 2 go with Draha and Warren BUT im gonna post lil baby summaries of them all..... YES i have pics made but even tho the picrew maker says edits r allowed i feel bad........ so idk if im gonna post them or not lol *dies* ANYWAYS

all 4 of these dudes/dudettes r Kin (supernatural beings)

1) Frej (it/its + masc; gay)

Frej is an Ekimmu Netrunner.... roughly summarized from the Nightlife guide, it’s part of a race of kin, appearing as a gruesome corpse that’s born after someone breaks a vow to tend to a grave. Frej was twenty when it died in a car accident, and is one of the rare group of Kin associated with Draha who were born after the transition into the cyberpunk future of the 2020s. Coming from a low-ranking Corporate family, its parents abandoned its grave after both receiving large promotions (grief can disrupt corporate loyalty, after all). When reborn, Ekimmu maintain any and all injuries sustained before death, meaning Frej looks rather gruesome— that’s part of the reason it chose to become a Netrunner, living in the world of cyberspace where people only see its avatar; there’s a lot less fear and judgement on the Net. Moody and rash, Frej takes a long time to warm up to people, but it’s close friends with Eumelia. Vega and Cassian can’t stand it— they feel like it doesn’t take its work seriously enough. It and Eumelia share a morbid sense of humor, though, part of their ways of coping with being a reanimated corpse, and in Eumelia’s case being nearly 3,000 years old. When not jacked in to the Net, Frej tends to dress in bright colors and tacky fashions. He has bright pink hair, no eyes (he usually wears bandages over them), greyed skin and multiple large lacerations on his chest, hands, and smaller ones face (a cut lip, a cut on his forehead, and a chunk torn from his ear).

2) Vega (she/her; bi)

An Animate, Vega awoke in a panic and, upon seeing her body, crushed the head of her creator with her bare hands. That was when she knew if she wanted to live any normal sort of life, she’d have to become a Solo. The head of Draha’s entire squad of Solos, Vega is the best of the best of the best. Incredibly strong AND incredibly smart, Vega also gas excellent reflexes and always knows how to keep her cool. She’s close friends with Eumelia because their work often draws them together— with high quantities of cybernetics and regular weapons as well, if Vega ever needs a repair she goes directly to Eumelia. Vega is fairly close to Cassian as well, viewing him as a younger brother (even though he’s older than her in years). Though er body and mind are that of an approximately 36 year old woman, Vega has only truly been alive for about fifteen years. She’s rebellious and antisocial, rarely interacting with humans, even ones within Drahomír’s ranks. She keeps her hair in a curly black undercut, and her eyes are a cloudy white (she relies on cybernetics to see). Her skin is divided in patches of a dull green, grey, and normal flesh-colored, showing the variations of freshness among the corpses her creator used. The thick black stitching has become a fashion statement for her, as much as her ear, eyebrow, and tongue piercings.

3) Cassian (he/him)

He may look like a fourteen year old, but if you underestimate Cassian it will be the last thing you do. A water spirit called an Asrai, Cassian has actually been alive for forty-five years. He lives in the fountain outside Draha’s mansion, and acts as a lawyer for the vampire. Once working for one of the largest Kin-run corporations, he left that job when he realized he’d much rather avoid the ruthlessness of the corporate ladder. The most respected of Draha’s team and the most ruthless, Cassian benefits from the naturally high intelligence and cool of his race. Serious and aloof, Cassian rarely makes true friends, though he is relatively close to Vega, and he tolerates Eumelia. While he acknowledges Frej’s talent on the Net, he doesn’t think it should act anywhere near as childish as it does. Cassian has light blue-tinged skin and often sheds water droplets, with uniform blue-green eyes (no irises or pupils) and shimmering white hair. He dresses only in suits, generally tailor made because his body is both young in appearance and only around four and a half feet tall.

4) Eumelia (she/her; lesbian)

2,897 years old, Eumelia is a Medusa. Born in ancient Greece, her mother raised her within a small clan of Medusae, but a falling out would mean that eventually Eumelia would go off on her own. Much, much older than Draha, she has more than earned his respect through that fact alone— she doesn’t really have any aspirations for control, though. She’s seen men struggle for power and fail too many times. The best Techie in the business, Eumelia can make any sort of gadget or cybernetic implant your heart could desire, often spending time around Vega; they share a love for the weapons of the future. Casual and laid-back, many men who come to her underestimate her intelligence... and wind up turned to stone. While glamoured, she appears as a regular woman with green hair (the style varies)— when not glamoured, she has snakes for hair and batlike wings growing from her back, as well as luminescent yellow eyes. Her dress style tends to be rather free; why should she stop herself from wearing whatever she wants? She’s almost three thousand years old, after all. If she wants to wear just overalls and a bra with her high-heeled boots, goddamnit she’s gonna. She has a girlfriend currently, a Daemon also on Draha’s paycheck, and they’ve been happily together for about ten years. Eumelia gets along well with both Frej and Vega, but finds Cassian a little too uptight for her tastes.