#ty for asking I HOPE U ENJOY

[dingoat]

SOME ASKS. For 5: alone, betrayal, bound, break, failure, fear, guilt, secret (but NOT his SISTER). 8)

Wow this is all going behind a read more because holy cow there's a lot. Five. How. How did you come to be like this. You were never meant to survive the first act.

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there’s no one around to see them?

Historically, Five has been very good at being alone, considering that was his preferred way to exist for much of his life. He withdrew completely from wanting or needing anyone else after losing his sister, and managed to thrive on his own. And during those years of his life, pretty much every moment he spent in public was an act of some sort; every bit of charm, everything polite and formal and proper, whether in the office reporting to Keeper or the latest Sith meddling in Intel, whether out actively winning over the Kaas public as Lord Highbridge, or working in any one of his numerous other cover identities, every interaction he had was carefully considered, fabricated, manipulated. Who he was beyond these acts was irrelevant, though he would definitely make sure to seek complete solitude for a couple of explicit purposes; to express his grief, and to engage in his preferred methods of target practice.

Nowadays his life is a little more full, a little more complicated, and finding himself alone for reasons not of his design is very unpalatable. He'll do almost anything to keep his mind busy to avoid spiralling into unwelcome emotions.

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

I'll start with the latter because that's easy. Yes, absolutely, all the time, a lot ahahahaha. Taking advantage and betraying the trust of people around him quite literally made him the success he was, both as a celebrity and an Imperial agent. Almost everyone who's ever crossed his path has likely been betrayed by him in some way or another, though he's also been pretty good about covering his tracks and never taking the blame for the repercussions. He did an absolute number on Blakk, but eventually pushed things so far that his hubris definitely got the better of him and that might still come back to bite him further one of these days.

And for the former? I think it could be said that Thirteen's amazing vanishing act the night Ahuska got away was a distinct act of betrayal. Good thing Five is a master of denial and quite a pro at not asking questions he'd rather not have to face the answers to.

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

The thing about the early part of Five's life is that it was designed to be the setup for a man who had always succeeded, who had always won at everything he put his mind to. He was built as the villain of the piece, the big bad, and I didn't want a shred of humility about him. So, up to the point that he's actually been fully written, no, he's certainly never been captured against his will, though I wouldn't rule out instances of manufacturing a 'capture' as part of a cover scenario in his early Intel days.

However, since Five did not in fact die during the dramatic culmination of many plot points, and he's been given the chance to start seeing some new perspectives, explore new ideas for the future, and step aside for fresh villains to start stirring the pot, there's a lot of room for things to go wrong for him now. And of course, there's the whole five years in carbonite in store for him, which he will be broken out of and is absolutely going to mess him up just that little bit more.

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Well, his childhood trauma definitely broke him, and when the people who were supposed to support him through it gave him effectively nothing, he vowed to never allow anyone to see him that low ever again. And he was pretty much able to hold himself to that vow until he lost his arm to Ahuska's Force rend, which definitely broke him for the short term. I'm still not over the absolutely graceful, beautiful way Thirteen handled him through that period of being quietly shut down in his hospital bed.

Five is also going through a bit of something right now, where events have lead him to start studying mental health, therapy and treatment options. What he's learning is definitely causing him to crumble, but at this stage all of his ugly crying has been very private.

Something that is absolutely going to make him snap, though, and completely break in the semi-fleshed-out kotfe era, is when he attempts to reach out to Thirteen after a string of disagreements, and Thirteen shuts him down and walks away. This is going to cause a very brutal regression of so much character development and it's gonna hurt.

failure: What’s your OC’s greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

Currently, Five's greatest failure is definitely his total, abysmal failure to contain and tame 'his' werewolf. Had he not been of such a gloriously egotistical, infallible, bigoted mindset, had he actually made more of an effort to understand his team emotionally and to see Ahuska as a person, things might have gone very very differently. She might have even wound up a willing member of his squad. But as it was, all of those unsavoury qualities caught up with him in one fell swoop, and all his team knows that he was unable to hold things together. However, thanks in large to the combined efforts of Crow, Ulfran and even Thirteen to keep the rest of the galaxy off Ahuska and Blakk's backs, they were able to completely cover for the incident and have both escapees officially recorded as dead; Blakk heroically so, and Ahuska as ultimately out of control.

Five was forced to step away from his obsession and turn his focus to other things, otherwise he would have to own up to the lie and admit to a far more grave failure than Imperial records would believe. And so he did, and it has been very, very good for him, and the other Ciphers under his command.

fear: What is your OC’s greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

Once upon a time, Five's greatest fear would probably have been something along the lines as dying as a nobody, being unremarkable and forgotten to time.

Now, though? I think losing Thirteen is probably what strikes very real terror into him. He wouldn't be open about it, not something so very deep and real to him, though he may elude to it in gestures and roundabout whispers, in little romantic comments that don't at all feel like an admission of fear in the context they're given.

When truly faced with it, though, as mentioned above- it breaks him.

In another context, say if Thirteen's life were threatened rather than Thirteen himself choosing to walk away, I can see Five going into overdrive. Cold, ruthless, violently protective, and not even thinking about resting until every hint of that threat was obliterated.

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

Ha, Five does not handle guilt well. Of course there's survivor's guilt with regard to his sister, which he handled by growing up into a monster of a human being. There's the guilt he feels over 'the flagpole incident' which he deals with by refusing to ever actually acknowledge it aloud but allows himself to be completely wrapped around Thirteen's little finger to make up for it.

More recently and very gravely though, he's feeling a very intense, unpleasant guilt over his failure to properly address and help Thirteen through his phobia and related traumas, the repercussions of which recently got dragged through Intel's internal justice system in a very ugly fashion. Five has actually taken very heavy, serious responsibility for it and is actively working at bettering himself, determined not to let indulgence and denial get the better of him and Thirteen again.

secret: What’s one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

I want to say something about how deeply emotional he really is... but honestly, he adores Thirteen and actually does want Thirteen to know the full extent of how loved he is.

So, failing that.... hmm, there's at least one cover identity he enjoys that he never wants anybody to link to him.

He also definitely doesn't want anyone to know his usernames in certain spaces of the holonet.

He also absolutely definitely very much never ever ever wants anyone to find the folder of commissioned artwork he keeps on his personal computer hahaha.

[hoshiina]

pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader (no prns)

request: i wanted to request something of hyoga with a s/o that's reserved just like him, and that even though they were always together, everyone assumed that they were just close friends and nothing more. however it turns out they're married! and everyone is surprised by this; especially moz and homura who thought they knew hyoga to an extent at least lol

warnings: hyoga is very sweet, that's truly about it he's just insanely sweet.

wc: 1100

The two of you were deeply in love. You knew he loved you and he knew you loved him back— and that was enough for both of you. After all these years, there was of course still lots to talk about, but hardly a need to talk about anything. As long as you were together, you couldn’t ask for any more. You had originally met each other at the same dojo, so often people found you training together and naturally as you did things together, you were close to similar people.

The two of you did share a living space and sleep together so while originally you assumed people would catch on that you were a couple rather quickly, considering the lack of affection you display in public the two of you soon realized they probably thought you were just roommates. However, there wasn’t a true need to bring it up all of a sudden, not to mention it would be slightly awkward after all this time— so you figured you’d just wait until someone asked.

Now, behind closed doors he would kiss you first thing in the morning and you would tell him you loved him before you slept each night and there was no doubt that the two of you were terribly in love. And that was perfectly fine.

Yet, if there was one thing that saddened you from time to time, it would be the missing ring on your left hand. 

Hyoga wasn’t one to wear his ring often, all the way back from 3700 years ago, but you were. You had it on all the time— to the point where you could hardly get it off your finger. Although you loved that it showed you were his and he was yours, you truly just loved the way it made you feel safe. It was nothing extravagant, and you asked for it that way. You wanted something that you could keep on while training, that wouldn’t get in the way, so it was just a band with a small diamond engraved in it. To many it truly wasn’t much, but to you, it meant absolutely the world. To you, that little ring made you feel like Hyoga was with you wherever you went and in danger, he would come flying. You absolutely trusted he still would, but your hand did feel empty without the ring.

It was as if he read your mind. It was early in the morning when the two of you were taking a break while training alone. He carefully took off his gloves and took your left hand and the gentle touch made your heart flutter.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

He didn’t reply, but he took out a ring and slipped it right onto your ring finger. It was just a band, no diamond, no gem. Just a band that was exactly the size of your left-hand ring finger.

“Sorry it’s nothing more,” Hyoga said softly, then laughed a little. The look on his face was soft and gentle, one that he would only show you. “Perhaps this is worse than it was without.”

You were in love with him, you had always been and yet you had fallen all over again. He was the one for you and he will always be.

“No, I absolutely adore it!” you said, immediately pulling your hand back just in case he took it away. He chuckled again and you slowly brought your hand back out to look at it on your hand. You loved it so much you couldn’t have the words to express it. The largest diamond in the world couldn’t possibly compare to this simple hoop of metal on your ring finger. “How… did you?”

“I asked Senkuu and Kaseki helped make it,” he said. “It was a slight hassle trying to get your ring size again.”

“When did you get it? While I was asleep?” you asked, absolutely impressed.

“Yes,” he said. “I was afraid to wake you up a couple of times. Also it didn’t help that you sleep on your side a lot.”

“Okay, but aren’t you going to tell?” Senkuu suddenly said.

“Tell what?” you asked, ignoring the fact that you didn’t know he was listening in.

“No.” Hyoga said firmly, purely out of embarrassment.

“He made the ring himself,” Senkuu said. “Late at night, after you were asleep, for multiple nights he was working on it.”

Your head spun back to look at him. “No way,” you said.

In all of your years of being married, you had not seen him look so flustered ever.

“He got it perfect in a few tries though. Considering the tools we have to work with that itself was an insane feat,” Senkuu said, and started walking away. “Okay, sorry to bother, I’ll leave you be.”

“I love you so much,” you said to Hyoga, looking directly into his eyes.

“It’s just a piece of metal really, so I thought it’d make me feel a little more part of it if I made it,” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“Why weren’t you going to tell me?” you asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” he said. “Also, it was just for my self-satisfaction… it doesn’t change the fact that it’s just a band.”

You didn’t even bother to reply because you knew that he knew you didn’t think that for a second. You knew that he knew that made you love the ring a million times more now. Perhaps that was why— perhaps he felt bad if that made you feel like you had to keep it on. How terribly silly— he could have found it on the ground some random day and you would still have it on for the rest of your life if he had given it to you.

“Thank you,” you said, giving him a kiss. “I’ll protect it with my life.”

“Please do not,” he said, returning the kiss. “It’s supposed to protect you.”

BONUS

From that moment on, you realized you did want people to know you were married to him after all. You were so insanely proud to have him as your husband, not to mention you didn’t need anyone else falling for him either. He was in love with you, he would spend nights making a ring for you— not anyone else.

So later that day when you were having a meal with Homura and Moz, you made sure to flaunt your brand new ring, surprising them both.

Hyoga stayed silent, but it was obvious he was your partner.

Today, it was absolutely obvious that the two of you were in love.

[gokartkid]

Chalex and 31 please!!

after a small rejection

“Do you want to—“ Charles feels oddly nervous saying it, as Alex tugs on his discarded t-shirt, upper body all lean corded muscle, “go out for dinner? Sometime?”

He hates the way his voice tilts up, plaintive, pleading, how it reveals more of himself than he wants it to. His fingers clench and spread apart in his soft linen sheets, legs tangled up and come drying sticky on his stomach; neither of them could be bothered to go and clean up properly. 

Alex pauses from where he’s adjusting his boxers, low and slung loosely across his hips. He’s facing away from Charles, the low morning light catching his jaw as he works it back and forth, chews at the words he’s about to say. His blonde hair is growing out dark at the roots, still messy from where Charles’ hands had just been tangled in it, pulling and tugging. The phantom warmth of Alex’s skin lingers under his palms. 

The silence stretches. 

A rock settles in Charles’ stomach, churned by acid and twisting his intestines into knots.

“I don’t—“ Alex pauses, still facing away, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Charles’ lips are dry, and suddenly he can’t stop thinking about it, the sour taste at the back of his mouth. He takes a few quick shallow breaths, swallows hard, adam’s apple clicking in his throat. 

He doesn’t know how to reply without feeling like he’s cutting himself open, how to stretch himself into nonchalance, cling film taut over a gaping wound.

“I mean,” Alex turns, and his eyes are kind, mouth loose and comfortable around his sentences, “you can see why, right? It’s really the better option Charlie.”

Charles doesn’t know how he can stand it, to give his affection so easily in a moment like this. 

“Mm,” he makes a noise and doesn’t know what he means by it, just knows that it’s his turn to speak in the tennis match.

“Like, this is working out really well,” Alex gestures between the two of them as he pulls up his jeans, wiggling around to work them up to his hips, “we’re friends, and we fuck. It works out.”

“Friends can have dinner together,” Charles says weakly. He means it to be joking, instead it comes out too truthful. He licks his lips, chews at dry skin.

“Charles,” Alex says, impossibly gentle, “you know what I mean.”

“Mm,” another noise, different this time but he can’t tell how.

Alex, fully dressed now, rounds the bed to come back to him.

“We really wouldn’t work out,” he says, still so casual, voice sure and steady where Charles’ would crack, “I mean, I’m me, you’re you, you know? We would be terrible together, really. This is way better, and I mean, we’re having fun, right?”

“Right,” Charles says and he tilts his head up for Alex to fit their mouths together, easy, like he’d done just a few hours prior pressing Charles down, down, down, into the soft mattress.

He lingers on the memory, lets it hurt like an old fading bruise.

Another quick kiss.

“Alright, I’ve got to go.” 

Alex picks up his phone and unplugs it from where it was charging on Charles’ dresser. Texts flash across his phone, quickly, lighting up his face. He’s already half distracted walking out the door.

“Have a good day,” he waves, calling back over his shoulder, “text me! And drink some water.”

“Bye,” Charles waves his hand and slumps back against his pillows. 

[rillette]

Soup you won't believe who got more hellblazer comics and realized how weird of situations Constantine manages to end up in. Like what do you mean he had a child that was a two headed seal ??

OMG??? He's real for that tho I want a 2 headed seal son too. More heads to love and cherish!

[kellyscowboy]

omg pls number 7 "glancing at them when they aren't looking at you. and thinking oh shit im screwed for life." for javid

love me some javey || the prompt list

David had an issue with talking. He was pretty bad at speaking unprompted. It was miracle he was the voice of the strike, and downright shocking to his mother when she had heard Racetrack call him 'Mouth.'

Jack's favorite thing to do was to get David talking. It was always a treat to see Dave get real passionate about something. Hell, the boy could talk about watermelons for all Jack cared, as long as he talked.

"C'mon, Dave. You're practically vibratin'. This is 'bout that book you been reading ain't it?" Jack prodded. "Lay it on me. It's not like I'm ever gonna read it, don't worry 'bout ruining it for me or nothing."

The boy took a deep breath, debating. "Well-"

It wasn't really David's words that Jack was intrigued by. He didn't even really understand half of what the other would say. Dave used big words like 'articulate' and 'fastidious', and he used them far too casually for Jack's understanding.

Jack enjoyed listening to David talked because of the way he talked. His voice got steadier when he was excited, more confident. He scrunched his nose when deciding between two different words. His hands smacked Jack's thighs lightly whenever he said something that he really wanted the other to hear.

A lot of times, Jack would get David talking while they sold papers together. He had convinced himself the timing was a reoccurring coincidence, and definitely not because Jack wanted David's rants all to himself.

David managed to stay focused on the papers, half-heartedly selling them to people as he spoke. Jack couldn't help but steal quick glances at his selling partner.

And, as he caught a glimpse of David smiling widely and running an excited hand through his hair, he knew he was utterly screwed for life.

[lighthouseshepard]

waltz is getting me to read no sweeter innocence im sure i won't end up sad and gay about this

im sure!! no sadness or gayness to be found there!!!!! 💖

[cruisingheightswithdragons]

skyrim prompts: 25 for the oc of your choice :]

25. Tracking animals on the plains of Whiterun

They shrunk into the amber grass, forcing their pale, thick furred tail to lay still, resisting the urge to swish it side to side. Dark brown tufted ears perked, listening for any signs of trouble, should there come any. The white diamonds that marked their ears glowed from the sunlight. Hunger knawed at their belly. Dah’ni hadn’t eaten all day, having forgotten to stock up from Carlotta’s food stall in the Whiterun market before heading out, and the sight of a plump deer was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Despite wearing armor of the Dark Brotherhood to aid in their sneaking, Dah’ni was careful in their muffled steps. Creeping closer, their whiskers brushing against a breeze told them that they were downwind. The khajiit stalked their prey, which grazed on the tall grass, unaware of its pursuer.

Dah’ni reached for their bow, and as soon as they had a firm grip on it, they vanished. It was a lucky find, this bow that could turn its wielder invisible. Taking a dwarven arrow from its quiver, the golden head vanished alongside Dah’ni as they drew back their bow.

With a held breath, Dah’ni loosed the arrow. It struck into the flank of the deer, startling it. It bellowed out a painful cry before turning tail and sprinting off.

Putting their bow away, Dah’ni reappeared before giving chase. The stag stumbled as its hooves crashed into a rock face, and it slipped onto its side, driving the arrow deeper into its flesh. With their prey downed, Dah’ni quickly ran up to it, giving it a quick death with a slice of its throat using an ebony dagger.

Before the khajiit had time to rapture in their spoils, low rumbling sounded from just behind a lone hill. Tail bristling, Dah’ni whipped around as three wolves erupted from the underbrush. They hissed and drew themself tall, intent on defending their kill.

If Dah’ni took out their bow, them disappearing would bait the wolves to their kill, which the cat did not want. However, if they drew out their ebony war axe, it would be a close quarters fight with wild animals that could carry all sorts of diseases, and Dah’ni had no potions to spare. Drawing back their lips into a snarl, they hit upon a better idea.

Dah’ni took in a breath, their mind full of concentration. Time seemed to slow as they let their dragon blood flow through them. “Fus… Ro Dah!” A thundering yowl burst from their mouth, a buffeting wind sent two wolves flying.

Dah’ni blinked. Where had the third gone? They gripped their bow tightly, vanishing in case the wolf decided to leap out and clamp its jaws around them. “Laas… Yah..!” Looking around, Dah’ni found a glowing red aura in the shape of a quadruped as it tugged at the felled deer. Drawing their bow, Dah’ni quickly took it out with one shot.

As they approached the deer and now dead wolf, they could smell rockjoint in the beast’s saliva. As well, a mangled bite mark told Dah’ni that the wolf had managed to get a blow in on the deer. It wasn’t worth the risk carving up the meat now, and the khajiit hissed in annoyance.

Stomach growling, Dah’ni looked to the sky, seeing the sun sinking over the orange horizon. Twitching their tail as hunger gripped their thoughts, they wondered if they could make it back to Whiterun in time to ask Hulda at The Bannered Mare for some venison stew.

[applejongho]

hiii ive been psyching myself up to make a pride icon request for a few days now so i hope i get this right haha 🥺 i was wondering if i could get oreo hongjoong with his hair down (not in a bun) on a split trans and bisexual flag background? i really liked the hongjoong picture to the right on one of your latest posts with the bi flag so i would maybe like that one for one of them if that's possible? thank you so much, i love your blog 💛💛

heya! here they are. i hope you enjoy and please remember to reblog the post and credit me in your pinned post/description before using! ty for requesting! happy pride! 🩷💜💙🤍🩷

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

alligator gar? :3c

my specialist little guys ever

yess gars are lovely!!!! beautifulest lil guys ever!!! here u go! :DD

[roipecheur]

I really like your Sladick stuff so have some ideas as a welcome offering:

Dick is a very casual video game player (mainly because he used to play with Tim) and introduced Slade to strategy games like Age of Empires or Total War. Slade got really into it, so much so that he's now a very well ranked player in some games and rages a lot when he loses and studies his session like he's planning a war. 😂 Dick created a monster!

[Cooking show host voice]: "If you can't provide your semi-domesticated murder man with real people to kill, computer generated is fine."

I love this, though. ♥

I'm imagining his kids playing with him, Joey is mostly doing it for family time and Rose is button mashing like, I CAN, MUST, and SHOULD kick my dad's ass! They get super competitive and yell and throw things at each other while Joey and Dick switch to playing chess in the background because they got tired of dealing with their shit

Also, Dick offhand suggests a game that he's heard Tim and Babs talk about, and Slade gets really good at it, and the three of them are the top scorers but no one knows each other's gamer tags, and they all spiderman.meme when they find out 😅

[crescentfool]

Hi 👉👈 I don’t have a lot to say, I just wanted to hi give you from across the room because I followed you for P3 but it turns out you and I share a ton of fandoms and I just think that’s really super neat.

You get a good grade in fandom taste 💖

WAVES HI!! thank you for the follow and message, it makes me happy to hear that you've enjoyed seeing the other media i've reblogged stuff of! P3 is definitely something i hold close to my heart, but i have lots of media i'm full of love for too! so thank you for appreciating it, i hope you enjoy your stay! 🥺💙

[xxswagcorexx]

LOOKING at your post about gods!swagdoons and their religions becoming intervowen omg thats such a cool concept!! do you have any more thoughts on made up mythology by chance pointrightpointleft

omg....i do!

gonna focus on their cults for a second but id think they'd meet up because of trading and whatnot ^_^ since yk. swagdoons and business partners and whatnot but id imagine their cults would have a lot of things about economics (red's moreso, ash's would just use money as a status symbol/sign of power)! so uh. insert coin tossing and riches rituals here. and also insert ash's cult using money as a sign of loyalty here bc its like, giving up your ego to someone. yeag .

but yeah! some misc things is that i think their cults would be Well Known but they have funky variations depending on which region you go to >_< sorta like how there's Flavors of swagdoons depending on which series you base them off of! also they'd have the craziest and sickest parties i just Know it . dionysian parties type beat fr!

[hirokiyuu]

SolTang 6 or 35 ? Love reading ur TExocolonist posts btw, thanks =]

6. things you said under the stars and in the grass

"I dunno, it feels kinda nice!"

"You're insane," Tang informs her girlfriend, whose only response to that is to tilt her head back and laugh, brightly. "If some parasite decides to burrow through the bottoms of your feet and devour you from the inside out, I will not help you."

"Yes, you will," says Sol, giving her bare toes a wiggle as she grins at Tang. "C'mon, babe, you would not pass up an opportunity to study some weird funky people-eating parasite or whatever, don't lie."

"I can always cut it out of your corpse."

"Wow, romantic." Tangent can't help her little huff of laughter; in return Sol's grin goes a little wider. "C'mere, though, would you? If I'm gonna die, at least hold my hand about it."

"Demanding," says Tangent, but all the same she steps out the door-- shoes very much still on, thank you -- and takes Sol's outstretched hand.

[rillette]

*crying* WHAT'S THAT ONE HAL FIC CALLED

I know nothing about it but i want to so bad (I think it's something like house on the prairie)

It's A Wide Patchwork Sky by Cinderstrato!

[nostalgicbones]

sending you some numbers !!!! 19, 25, 64 & 72 <3

19 is suburban legends — taylor swift (one of my favorite lyrics ever ngl)

25 is BSC — maisie peters

64 is moodswings — 5sos

72 is black butterflies and deja vu — the maine (joniecoded btw)

send me a number between 1-100 and i’ll share the corresponding song from my wrapped and my favorite lyric from it<3

[lookinghalfacorpse]

I got tumblr just for you because I read your fics and my friend talks about you constantly

<3 <3 <3 welcome to hellsite