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ask and ye shall receive xD <3 for kisses prompts: “stay strong” kisses
Might I give a humble offering of Agent Angst Pie?
Combining this one from @ofmistandrain for Maximum Potential >:)
CW for general angst, mention of injury, ect
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Roslynd had no tears left to cry.
Her head pounded from the pressure behind her eyes and sinuses and she could hardly breathe.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried so hard she’d gagged.
It didn’t matter, she’d surpassed that time tenfold by now.
Her body ached from tucking herself awkwardly into the bedside chair, leaning over the armrest so she could pillow her cheek on the bed next to Five.
The rhythmic beeping of the monitors plastered all over him had become background noise a long time ago. In some ways they were now comforting, a persistent reminder of stability.
Roslynd sniffled, smoothing her thumb over the crease between Five’s eyebrows in a gentle caress, as if she could wipe his pain away simple as that.
The medical team had kept him heavily sedated since they’d brought him out of surgery. Though she knew it was for the best, the constant creep of time without him waking deepened the pit in her stomach.
“Take as long as you need, love.” She murmured, smoothing a crease on his forehead.
Stars, had he always looked so worn, so exhausted?
“Just come back to me.”
She carded her fingers through his hair, the gel-like remnants of the bacta tank sticking strands together. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, hating how chilled he still felt. The sharp-antiseptic scent of it clung to hair, his skin, his hospital clothes.
A quiet knock on the doorframe startled her and she turned her head, dread flooding through her as she braced herself for another med-droid with the same monotone affect delivering more overwhelming information.
Instead, Rhys just held up a duffle bag and a bottle of water.
He looked as drained as she felt, eyes dull and encircled with dark smudges. Where he usually brought an unwavering smile and optimism into a room, he could only muster a brief twitch up at the corner of his mouth.
“I brought what you asked for.” He said, setting the duffle bag down next to her chair.
Roslynd forced herself to break contact with Five long enough to gratefully dig into the bag and pull out a hoodie.
Though it didn’t fix things, it did soothe something in her to pull off the sweater she’d been wearing since the day before and pull on the soft fleece. She snuggled into it, pulling the sleeves down over her hands and breathing deep into the sandalwood and vanilla scent of home.
“Thank you,” she sighed, rubbing one fleece covered hand over her eyes. They throbbed to the touch, practically pulsing with heat, and she winced. “How’s Agent?”
That earned a halfhearted smile from Rhys as he leaned against the back of Roslynd’s chair. It dropped just as fast as he looked at Five; his field partner of almost a decade and friend for longer reduced to such a fragile state.
“Fed and watered.” He said about the cat at home. “I had to physically remove him from the duffle bag.”
A few moments of loaded silence passed between them, filled only with the rain pattering against the windows and the beeping of the monitors.
“They finally woke Nine up.” Rhys finally admitted.
Roslynd leaned her head back to look at him. Rhys was looking with unfocused eyes at Five.
“And?” Roslynd prodded.
From the information she’d been given, minimal and mostly due to being the closest thing Erabelle Torven had to family on paper, the attack on her and Five’s mission team had been targeted directly at her, with Five’s involvement as collateral damage.
“She’s not okay.” Rhys said, scrubbing one hand through his beard.
Roslynd’s chest ached and she nodded. Even if she had no tears left, her eyes still burned.
She unfolded herself from her chair, legs wobbly as she stood for the first time in hours.
Rhys steadied her with a hand on her shoulder, looking at her with concern, “Roslynd—“
She set her hand over Rhys’ with a reassuring squeeze, “Just watch over him, okay?”
Rhys took her spot, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back with a nod.
“Of course.”
Sniles sneetly
💢📦🔥❤️💚
For the ask game for buddy and its crew 👉👈?
[ask game] SNEETLY SNILES
I spent so long rotating this. good lord
💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?
buddy has all the masked-typical habits of staring and grabbing. its crew had to get used to being around a masked that would loom over them. it's extremely clingy, by human standards; it doesn't understand when someone may want to be alone, and doesn't always get that physical affection may not be what someone needs in the moment. its crew, human, sleep a lot, compared to a masked. so it will watch them sleep. a mask's mind doesn't experience boredom the same way human minds do. they get to wake up to it standing over them 👍dealing with human-masked communication and species behavior barriers took time.
five tends to deal with the horrors by playing them off, or playing devil's advocate. this can be irritating in some circumstances.
seven can be hard-headed, especially in stressful situations, and especially if someone disagrees and makes her get defensive. she shares this trait with fifteen, and they get into arguments over what's best for the group. fifteen, being a coward, can play things overly-safe.
📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?
unsure what to put here.. buddy is most likely to initiate cuddling. five is most likely to suggest to go to embrion for funsies. seven is most likely to beat a giant to death. fifteen is most likely to get haunted and/or get attacked by a masked that wandered into the ship because his first thought was "hi buddy :)"
🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?
buddy doesn't have a lot of self-destructive tendencies. that being said, it's had at least one nervous breakdown and tried to pry its mask off its host from associating it with nonstop stress, danger, and pain. the vast, vast majority of masks never have one host after another like buddy does and are never so active; it gets overstimulating.
five tends to push themself even when they're exhausted and in pain. this is especially true after they're attacked by a jester; just wearing the oxygen gear can hurt so badly it's hard to think. the company grind already makes them feel like a mindless zombie, so they keep going.
seven places a great deal of her self-worth on her physicality. she feels like it's the main thing she's good at and if she can't do that, she's as good as dead.
fifteen readily lies about how he feels to make others feel better. he's afraid showing how stressed and scared he is will make the others less focused, which is true, but that's just how people are.
❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?
buddy - physical touch five - quality time seven - acts of service fifteen - quality time
💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?
buddy - being physically affectionate with its crew--holding hands, hugging, kissing, cuddling. craves it like a sad dog.
five - everyone being together. being in the ship. a peaceful stillness.
seven - rest. she's so, so exhausted. sleeping in. especially with the crew nearby.
fifteen - peace and quiet. safety with the others. warmth.
(wonder why, in a high-stress environment where any day could be your last, curling up in silence on the ship or holding hands in waking hell never feels like enough. wonder why.)
That oc with pk is absolutely adorable! What’s the lore for that au and how they got together, if you don’t mind me asking?
Sorry this is a bit late, but thank you!
This is basically a little post game ending AU I made with @demonicintegrity 's help except PK survives (and I also frankenstained our messages together so hopefully it's a coherent story)
Anyway this is super long so I'm putting it under read more
Artfight drawing for @spinchip of our ninjago OCs interacting! I saw that they had complimentary color palates and hoodies and immediately thought of this.

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"And the man in the back said everyone attack!"
Hello here is a terrible new OC. Her name is Five and she's aggressively Sabbat. She was inspired by The Night In Question, a Sabbat LARP set near Austin in 1998, and was one of the many new shovelheads from the illegal rave turned Mass Embrace. The player guide (pdf) has a ton of details, including a rundown of the evening.
Content warnings: drugs, violence (I mean... it's the Sabbat).
Here are some fun facts about Five!
She was at the rave to get off her face and forget about the fact that she was a seventeen-year-old unemployed high school drop out who was couchsurfing with very few actual prospects or hopes for the future.
So frankly being made a member of the unliving and inducted into a new found family/apocalyptic death cult worked out pretty well for her, actually.
The Vibes(tm) that night were rancid but honestly she was just kind of interested in seeing where it was going. People disappearing and coming back Weird? Huh. Interesting!
"Oh shit, I love this song!" she said as Ballroom Blitz came on, and was promptly murdered.
When she woke up after being buried, her first words were, "Five more minutes..." because it turns out that waking as an undead creature of the night thirsting for people's blood is no different to the average hangover.
So her future sire immediately named her Five and introduced her to her new siblings.
Given that Five was high on ecstasy at the time of her Embrace and thus her sire now was as well, they spent the next few minutes after Five dug herself out cuddling and petting each other. New siblings were quite amused.
Embraced as Brujah antitribu, but turned out to be a biological Caitiff. Her sire worked it out when she turned out to have Fortitude as well as Potence (and later, Auspex), and when asked if she felt like killing anyone in a furious rage, she replied, "No more than usual!"
Her favourite game is to goad people into punching her (which she soaks with Fortitude) then going, "You call that a punch?" and returning the favour. With Potence.
Very much drinks the Sabbat Kool-Aid. They're no longer human, they're better than that, so why not embrace it? Her pack (made of her sire and three siblings, one who ended up Brujah, and two other Caitiffs) is her family, and the vinculum the Most Important Thing. She'd die for them. She'd kill for them. Please let her kill for them.
Kind of amused that she's the fifth member of her family. See, the name fits.
Started out 13th generation. In the early 2000s she ate someone and now she's 12th. Often paints black veins on her face before a raid to freak out the Cammies.
Was Embraced with a baby mullet. Godspeed, Five.
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thank u so much for these @maskedisciple
Happy birthday to the freaking ground! Hehe, Happy Earth Day peeps.
Tried a bit of a different style with this one, was kinda fun. Might do more like this :)