#ahuska asks

[dingoat]

XXXXXX <_<

FINALLY I am done with these, have SIX REPRESSED MEMORIES for SIX CROSSES.

[Fair warning to all, there is lots of trauma and death in these memories so read ahead at your own discretion >.> The first couple are probably the worst, werewolf au has a lot of angsty times for everyone involved. Feel free to ping me if you'd rather know what you're getting into before reading!]

x - [Before he was Five] 

The night before, they’d stayed up late, conspiring in the fort in whispers that were too loud, overstimulated and giddy for the day to come. Excited in the way that only children ever could be, knowing each other’s hearts the way that twins often would. That morning, they’d been sitting beside one another, halfway through the excruciating torment of being primped and polished to meet their parents’ expectations, her hair full of ribbons (she actually didn’t mind the ribbons), his cheeks dusted unnecessarily into a permanent rosy blush (he wished he didn’t have to), but going through the process together always made it a little easier. Two hours ago, they’d bowed and curtsied their way through an endless parade of polite greetings and welcomes and displays of thanks; one hour ago, they’d snuck away with their arms full of food to share and feast on away from prying eyes, using their fingers and wiping dusted sugar off on their knees without their mother’s judgement or father’s disdain to spoil their simple joy.

Half an hour ago they’d been explorers, climbing trees and pressing their way through hedges, because even if the event was supposed to be for them there was no hiding the fact that it was really for the adults, to smile with too many teeth and compliment one another in ways that left each other feeling terrible. They weren’t missed, and they made the day theirs anyway.

Ten minutes ago, they’d found a way into their neighbours’ menagerie, and were enthralled by the beasts they’d never been allowed to see up close before.

Five minutes ago, she’d strayed too close.

Five.

Four minutes ago, the sounds must have been his, because his sister could no longer make them.

It would take another ten minutes for anyone to find him, but it wouldn’t have mattered if it was ten or ten thousand. No matter how forcefully he pushed those wretched minutes from his mind, he would never be the same.

x - [Wolf, trained by the Spheres]

“Don’t settle! DON’T.”

Her blunt claws scrabbled against the duracrete floor as she tried to put some distance between herself and the source of pain, but there was no escaping it, there was never escaping it, even though it was hard, it was so hard hard hard hard to stop her body from shifting completely, it was so hard hard hard hard to force herself back in the other direction. The pain only made it worse, that vile pulse that knocked the breath out of her and left her head throbbing. It made it so hard to concentrate so hard to know what to do, so hard to listen and press herself out of synchrony with the song of the moon but she had to, she had to or he’d make it happen again–

“What did I SAY?”

She yelped as her body felt as though it was pummelled from the inside and she stumbled and smacked her chin against the ground, biting her tongue as stars blossomed in her field of view. She wanted to she wanted to he was mad, she could smell it he was mad and she didn’t want to make him mad, it was just so hard so hard so hard to learn what she was supposed to but she’d never be a good girl if she couldn’t do what she was supposed to.

On her feet again, she scrambled to the far wall and flattened against it, ears pinned right back, eyes screwed shut, and she tried, she tried, she tried.

x - [Wolf under the Spheres]

She’d perfected it, so much so that the faint tickle of discord in her veins was something of a comfort, so much so that she no longer had to think about it. Her body naturally fell into an unfinished state, it recoiled against the idea of being in harmony with the moon.

It didn’t matter what exactly was left unfinished, certainly her Man didn’t mind if her ears were a little too long or her tail a little too short, he didn’t care about the exact width of her muzzle so long as her teeth were still good and long and sharp. But she enjoyed having a little more grasp to her paws, strong dew claws that she could flex and grip, digits that she could curl into the earth as she ran, paws shaped all the better to hold her prey. And so that was the state her body came to know as correct, that was the point to which she shifted when the moon rose and the crisp night welcomed her. To settle in full would be the greater effort now, to be a pure wolf was unthinkable, it made her flinch to even consider it. She huffed, her breath forming a cloud in the cool air, and padded out into the street.

When a fresh new pain bloomed in her mind, it was the type she knew how to silence, the type her long sessions with her Man had taught her how to focus on and deal with.

Eyes ablaze, she ran, and the alien in soft beige robes carrying a glittering blue light didn’t have time to comprehend what was coming her way.

The alien pushed defensively toward her, and she flashed her teeth with a wolf’s silent laughter as she rebuked, turning the push back upon its caster. There was just a moment of shock in the alien’s eyes as she started to piece together what she was dealing with, but that realisation wasn’t enough to prevent everything ending in blood.

x - [Wolf under Nines]

She liked the way she was just allowed to run now, sometimes. It wasn’t always killing, it wasn’t always the pain and the noise and the hunt hunt hunt until the pain was gone.

Sometimes, like tonight, she was just allowed to bask in the glow of the moon and feel the wind ruffle her fur, to watch the little clouds form in front of her face as she panted, warm with joyous exertion.

Never before, though, had she picked up that scent on the breeze, in the grass, and her heart leapt inexplicably when she detected it, when she recognised it.

It’s like me, like me. Smells like me.

She tilted her muzzle upward, little huffs and snuffs as she worked out the direction, stepping in slow circles. It wasn’t wolf that she smelled, not exactly, though she wasn’t sure how she knew. A little more musky, but that spice was undeniable, that unique little peculiarity that she knew belonged to herself, and to some of her earliest days of training.

The smell meant friend.

It didn’t occur to her that now that she had escaped from that life, that what was once a friend may well now be an enemy. Her thoughts and cares were all far too immediate to consider anything like that.

The smell meant friend, the smell was someone never ever ever to bare her teeth at.

Where was he? Who was he?

The grass rippled, and she spun, and dropped into a play-bow, splaying her front legs across the grass.

Where are you, where are you? Will you run? Will you play?

x - [Wolf under Five]

Death, again.

It had come back to this. It would always come back to this.

The body she dragged, clamped in her jaws, had been somebody. Dimly, she was aware that this was a whole life she had ended, but the concern over whether or not the death was warranted was no longer hers.

She’d given up her words, and with them, her soul.

A new face to whisper those words, to grin his loth-cat grin as she became still and calm and perfectly obedient. Bound to those words, and so, to his command.

She’d given up her words freely, because she’d proven that she couldn’t be trusted, could never be trusted, not even with those she held most dear. Not even with those who filled her heart, who’d made her believe, for a small while at least, that freedom was worth pursuing.

She was a monster, fit only to be bound and caged.

The body was heavy in her jaws, but it did not weigh on her nearly so much as the grief she carried on her shoulders. There was no joy to be found, when he told her how well she’d done. She could smell his savage delight, his excitement, but she shared none of it. She could see the triumph in his eyes, a man risen victorious over his own personal lifelong challenge, even if she could not know the cause for his all consuming desire for control. His desperate desire to never know the pain of his youth again.

Oh, how she hated him.

She laid the kill at his feet, and turned her back on him to clean her muzzle and her paws. She hoped he would speak the words again soon, and spare her the pain of a mind clear enough to know regret.

x - [Ahuska under Tython’s masters]

Day by day, she came to know the temple grounds and their surrounds better, in the time she was given to herself. To relax, to study, to explore… sometimes she wished for more direction, sometimes she wished for more teaching, because surely the faster she learned, the sooner she could actually make some useful headway toward…

She paused, twisting to look over her shoulder and watch the way he nosed through the long grass, his elegant little body always so silent as he slipped his way across the landscape.

Sometimes it was hard to imagine he’d ever been anything else.

She had to help him.

She gritted her teeth and moved on, wanting to find somewhere peaceful and private, somewhere away from the temple that seemed to grow noisier by the day, though now she knew it was because her ability to sense life through the Force was developing at a faster rate than her ability to do anything useful about focusing or walling herself off.

It seemed like the more acutely aware of the Force and its endless possibilities she became, the more overwhelming it all was. She’d been warned endlessly that her own impatience, her desperate need to see progress, was actually hampering her ability to achieve any of what she chased, but setting those fierce desires aside was a task unto itself.

Her feet picked out a trail, a thinning of the grasses that grew tall between the conifers, and-

Creatures made this trail, in the earliest hours of the morning. I’d been good, up until this point, letting the Masters know that I wanted to get up in the dark to see them pass through the courtyard. A family of slinky little beasts with fur that looked almost silvery in the moonlight, with webbed feet and huge bushes of whiskers at the ends of their blunt snouts. The little ones bit and snorted at each other as they followed their parents, but when one of them noticed me watching, where I sat at the edge of the fountain, it squeaked and darted to the adults, moving along with its whole body pressed along one of the grown beast’s flanks.

When they started to vanish from view, I decided to be a little less good, because I wanted to watch them just a little longer. I wanted to see where they travelled from, maybe even where they denned. I wanted to reach out gently through the Force, and see if there was anything they wanted to offer back. My bare feet followed their trail, where their nightly passage thinned the grass, weaving through the woods and down a muddy little slide into a gently flowing river.

She gasped, and froze, not knowing where the memory came from or why such a thing would feel so real. She’d never been to Tython before. Perhaps, if the memory had come from the wolf, she’d have a whole slew of questions that at least made sense to ask. As it was, she turned to make her own trail through the grasses, not wanting to see the river that she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, would be there waiting if she carried on.

Ridiculous. I’ve never been to Tython before. Certainly not to watch wildlife when I was a little girl. I’m from Ruweln.

She would find somewhere else. Somewhere that wouldn’t distract her with foolish fantasies. And she would try to clear her mind and listen to the Force.

#dingoat writes #werewolf au #ask meme #repressed memories #ahuska asks #five asks

[cinlat]

👋🍀👻

Thanks for the ask!

👋 - A Friend

More like "frenemy" but close enough. Theron and Fynta have a loooong and sordid relationship going all the way back to her SIS days. As her recruiter and sometimes lover, then later rival, kind of boss again, brother figure that she could torment..... yeah, they are complicated.

🍀 - Someone Lucky

Noara Starspark (@kunoichi-ume) is Fynta's lucky charm for sure. It comes in handy being pals with a Jedi, especially one who doesn't frown on Fynta's....eccentricities.

👻  - Someone They Don’t See Often

Fynta and Ahuska don't get together nearly enough, but when they do, it's bound to raise a few eyebrows.

#cinlat answers #character asks #thanks for the ask! #these are cute #swtor #swtor with friends #fynta wolfe #ume oc: noara starspark #dingoat oc: ahuska #theron shan

[baraste-legacy]

This might be of interest to both SWTOR/Star Wars fanartists and fan art appreciators: it's a Discord server that started life in 2019, hosting both fanartists you surely know by now (Spaceling, Moonlitalien, Luniara, Ahuska, Swevenfox, The Archnerd, Aphroditenx… Sorry to omit a ton of other great people there) and their patrons and admirers, plus folks that are dabbling at this or just giving it a try.

(The server isn't mine! I'm just an admirer there that was somehow invited and later allowed to start a little 3D corner 😅)

It's a nice place, well moderated. The usual detours aside, the theme is Star Wars/SWTOR art and artists-centric. You can interact with the artists, ask for advice, post your own art and your commission data if any, or use the directory and galleries to find who to commission for art.

#swtor fan art #swtor fanart #star wars fan art #star wars fanart #sw fanart #swtor #star wars #fan art #fanart #star wars miscellanea #swtor artists discord server

[quinnimeiju]

Into the Dark My half of an art trade with @dingoat, of her OC Ahuska. I love this girl so, so much - I am genuinely honoured to have been asked to interpret this moment in your campaign! Thank you again for the trade, and for allowing me to hear more about her story ♡

#star wars #bothan #swtor art #anthro #quinnimae

[askshivanulegacy]

Written in the Stars

Thirteen gazed up at the stars. 

Odessen, so underdeveloped that even here, at the Alliance headquarters with nighttime lamps providing light to work by, there were so many.

So many, and so unfamiliar.

To be expected, of course. It was an unfamiliar planet.

Even so. After five years …

The stars said everything, didn’t they? Everything that Thirteen didn’t.

His gaze strayed in the direction of their … temporary home, he supposed, where he supposed Five still worked tirelessly to lead the Alliance and to discover and pick up what pieces of their lives might still remain. There was a reason Thirteen had never wanted him to come on these Star Fortress runs. He was a Watcher. 

Was. 

Used to be. 

He was supposed to remain behind. Going out was Thirteen’s job. 

Was. 

Is. 

It was something he could do about things, however much that counted, if it even did.

He’d never expected to find Ahuska here. Nor had he ever expected she would become his willing partner in destruction.

He never thought he’d … need her, to rescue his backside when it turned out the Zakuul Knights were more - far more - than he could take on his own. Never thought he’d want her to … be there. 

Not after their bond had been broken years ago … longer ago for her than for him.

That was the rub, wasn’t it?

His lips twisted, eyes falling to the black forest below.

He didn’t know how to be around anyone else anymore. 

He’d spent the time with Five, at first, before the Alliance nonsense, before they even really knew what they were doing. He didn’t really avoid Crow and Ulfran, not really, but he did. He couldn’t blame them. They’d been looking for five years, so he heard. They’d been separated from him and Five for that long, so he understood.

But he didn’t.

So when he found Ahuska here, suddenly there was someone who didn’t expect anything from him, who didn’t expect him to be someone he didn’t know how to be.

Had she noticed? Had she missed him?

He was free to run with her, to lash out and ruin, to fight back for all the things Zakuul had taken, and it was personal, it was so personal. 

He didn’t care about the galaxy anymore. 

With her, he didn’t have to.

With her, he thought maybe he could say all the things he couldn’t to anyone else.

He tried.

He danced around the topic more than once, sidestepping neatly with his words what he really wanted to say. He’s not sure she really noticed.

She didn’t notice this time, either.

His sigh sent a cascade of fine mist into the air.

There was no one else who would understand. Or maybe it was just that he didn’t know how to talk to them.

Not Five. He was … angry. All the time. About something. 

Crow was … well. And Ulfran … 

What could they know? Only Five really could, but … he was being Five.

And it was just …

Thirteen didn’t belong here.

That’s what he’s been trying to say.

Crow and Ulfran wanted closure he didn’t know how to give. They wanted to mend five years he didn’t know how to fix, because he didn’t know what that meant. 

Everything was different. 

Everyone had experienced the change of the galaxy, and Thirteen …

All he’d done was wake up one day to find it all gone.

There was a difference between asking someone what they’d done the last five years, and asking someone what they’d done for five years you missed.

Wasn’t there?

Thirteen thought there was.

And he didn’t know how to ask it. He didn’t know how to talk about everything he’d missed, how to make anyone understand what he was reaching for. How to tell them that he was alone, adrift, that he’d lost things he couldn’t explain, how to make them realize that this …

None of this … was his. And he fought for it anyway.

She could understand, once. She’d known his feelings, without him ever having to say a thing. He’d never wanted it, true, but it was there, and it had happened. And Thirteen had thought …

But all that was long gone, too. It had served a purpose that was never for him, and Ahuska had certainly moved on.

So it turned out Thirteen didn’t know how to ask her anything, either.

His thoughts startled free when he felt the massive, furry head of a giant wolf drop over his shoulder. It whuffed, softly, gusting sparkling steam into the night and warmth across his hand. The partner that wasn’t his tugged back on the partner that wasn’t hers, tucking him against the thick, fluffy ruff around her neck.

“Yeah,” he said, quietly. “The nights are getting cold, aren’t they?” Almost, he could hear the creaking of their shuttle in the bay below, as its re-entry heat dissipated. He let her nudge him toward the base.

They’d finally had their first good Fortress run. That was worth something, wasn’t it?

Maybe he didn’t care.

Maybe he’d try to ask her again, next time.

Maybe.

It was late.

#swtor #Imperial Agent #kotfe #swtor kotfe #Cipher Thirteen #Ahuska #my writing #story: 13 #mojo dojo dream house #8) #have some 13 feels about stuff #is 13 kenough yet he doesn't feel that way <_<

[ahuska-ffxiv]

{ ｂｏｌｄ  ｗｈａｔ   ａｐｐｌｉｅｓ }

╳   FLAWS. moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling  | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power - hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | self-degrading

♔   STRENGTHS. honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise |clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

🎨 SKILLS & HOBBIES. art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leatherworking | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | minor potion tricks/trinkets | crow keeping (???!!!) tagged by: @nikuyakotomi ty ty!! tagging: all of you, everyone

#ffxiv #character ask #ask meme #ffxiv ahuska #miqo'te

[koboldgirl]

🍀 - Does your character carry a good luck charm? Do they believe in luck? - Crow

“I am the good luck charm!”

—-

Crow is a man who completely believes that he cannot die. It’s not that he’s invincible. He knows he’s going to die one day, but today ain’t that day. Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter. He has the absolute belief that he will not die and that insanity has helped him survive things that should be suicide.

Regardless of this, somewhere in the bowels of his ship, in a far off maintenance corridor he still keeps and cleans an old Republic Flag. He isn’t much of an idealist, but it helps him remember all those he fought alongside that didn’t make it this long. Reminds him of all those who followed that young Private into things he’d rather not remember.

OOC: Art by @dingoat

#Ask memes #SWTOR #RP #Crow #Ahuska #dingoat

[kunoichi-ume]

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions: Noara Starspark

No one asked, but I wanted to do these for Noara. Writing the last little bit has been a struggle (between new job, this quarantine stuff and the fucking earthquake it’s a wonder I can concentrate on anything) so making myself think about these questions is a good exercise. Plus it was a good reason to use this beautiful sketch that @dingoat​‘s Ahuska did of my beautiful Jedi girl. 

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions and because I did all 30 of them I put it under the cut, just to be polite.

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional. In a bed that is in a safe location, as much ‘hers’ as any bed ever is, Noara is a starfish. Stretching out across the surface, wrapping the blanket around her limbs, moving in reaction to whatever is happening in her mind. In the field? She doesn’t move much, sleeping lightly enough to wake if anything about her environment changes. It’s not about getting a good night’s sleep in that situation, just getting enough rest to keep going.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc. Noara has a noticeable scar on her right cheek but few people look close enough to see the claw mark scars on her neck that she received at the same time. The wounds there were thankfully not as deep as the one on her face.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like? Not really, she grew up on a planet that isn’t known for any particular accent and speaks a fairly basic form of Basic with little deviation/special pronunciations.

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly? When she is flustered or nervous she doesn’t quite stutter but she has a hard time getting the words out and will often start to say one and then have to stop midword to change it because it’s not the one she wanted to say.

What are their chief tension areas? Her shoulders and lower back. She tries her best to present an image of a strong, mature Jedi Master that is capable to carry the heavy responsibilities given to her.  

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why? Choosing just one is hard, I have a whole playlist for her and most of them could work as the “one” song to sum Noara up but I think I need to go with Brighter by Patent Pending. It is a great mix of being optimistic about the future but also jaded and weighed down by the past, which is very Noara. She has a hard time dealing with everything that has happened to her but refuses to let it define her and never looses sight of the hope that life will get better.

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral? She tends more toward the negative. Noara has no illusions about her lot in life, she is important to a lot of people but not because of who she is - just for what she can do. Her abilities are far more valued than she is for just being herself. Depending on the version of her this is more extreme, in I’ve Got You she is very convinced her abilities are the only why people are around her, in Jedi Sitters she feels like she is a failure as a Jedi because of what happened when she was under the Emperor’s control (and the very fact she was able to being manipulated so completely) and my Sith version of her that I don’t talk about as much as I would like to has no illusions that anyone cares about her until a very stubborn Mandalorian/Republic spy Fynta enters her life.

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts? Quick for sure, she is pretty impulsive actually. When she has time to sort through her thoughts she usually ends up second guessing and doubting herself. Gotta make those choices before her insecurities can catch up.

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time. This one also depends a bit on which version of Noara. In I’ve Got You she doesn’t dream often, or even deal with nightmares, until Valkorian decides it’s a good way to try and manipulate her. Jedi Sitters Noara has constant nightmares and avoids sleep as much as possible, staying up later with caf or meditating until she passes out from exhaustion. Sith Noara’s life is a nightmare, why would sleeping be any different?

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation? It would be a major trial for Noara to ever be on a subway, it would be very triggering for her claustrophobia. Busses only work because she can see out the windows, doesn’t feel as trapped as she would knowing she was inside a tunnel underground.

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like? Noara trusts in the Force but has never been a very religion driven person. She knows the Force is there, and what it does, but big questions like “how did life begin?” don’t really concern her much. Scholars can figure that out as far as she is concerned.

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has. 

Despite being a virginal space monk, she loves romance stories - especially ones with hot scenes she can live vicariously through; 

Rarely sits in a chair the way it’s meant to be sat in, like perched on the back of a chair or couch, lying on a couch so her head hangs off the cushion and her feet are draped over the back, both feet folded underneath her when on a bench type seat; 

Exercises almost obsessively, always working out because sitting still is difficult for her unless she has something to occupy her mind; 

Taps her fingers, shakes her leg or fiddles with her thumbs when feeling impatient or anxious; 

Wears dark purple makeup in a traditional Nabooian style because it makes her feel like she belongs somewhere, like she had a home at some point, and she doesn’t openly acknowledge the reason being that she has no idea where she is from and feelings like she is missing part of herself by not knowing.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? Yes, it usually ends up with her chasing the bottom of a bottle or working out until she can’t go on anymore.

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo? This is such a hard choice for her, Noara likes having people at her back but hates the idea someone could get hurt if she messes up or isn’t fast enough.

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time? She is very tunnel minded when it comes to a task, until that one is done she doesn’t really notice the other things she needs to do and often gets overwhelmed if there are too many things to do all at the same time.

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each. 

Best: Physical Education, Technology/mechanics, Languages, Flight/piloting, Literature. 

Worst: History, Philosophy, Biology, Home Economics like sewing/cooking, Math.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people? Extrovert, even if she has to force it sometimes. She likes crowds because the focus isn’t going to be on her when there are lots of other people around.

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether? Noara is in a weird place where this is concerned. She leads, because people look to her for it, because the Jedi Council assigns leadership positions to her, but in almost every case she thinks there is someone else would would be better qualified.

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight? Noara is a fighter through and through, sometimes to her own detriment, but running away is never her first, second or even third choice. Lana getting her out of the spire was a test of the Sith’s patience in every way.

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why? This depends on the version of Noara. 

In I’ve Got You that was the Emperor, but she would never consider that murder. It’s justice and he earned it. 

In Jedi Sitters she would give anything to be able to kill the Sith who controlled and abused her after the Emperor “gifted” her to him. 

Sith Noara would kill… well most people she has interactions with, but Darth Ira who stole her from the Jedi would be at the top of that list.

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why? 

First she would wish for peace between the Empire and the Republic - even with magical wishes she doesn’t think they could ever merge into one collation but if the Empire and Sith could see reason and stop the needless violence she would be satisfied. 

Second, Noara would ask for the ability to save all the people under her protection - failing to keep someone safe who trusted her is devastating every time it happens. 

Third she would want to know her family, who they are, where they are, why they let her go.

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone? It depends how well she can read them through the Force. If she can feel their sincerity she trusts fairly easily, even when the person is a Sith like Lana. If someone is shielding their intentions from her she is very cautious about them.

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart? Affection. Romance for so long is such an unattainable concept to her but affection is rare, something that makes her want to reach out to the person offering it and never let go. Touch starvation is very much something Noara deals with before she has a certain Mando to cuddle next to at every possible opportunity.

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why? The Emperor, Valkorian, comes to mind. Most Sith would see her as their enemy as well.

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks? Because so much of her life is making choices and giving orders she doesn’t feel qualified to give, she likes letting someone else take charge. She isn’t a sub in every encounter, but Torian having his way with her - and giving her firm directions - is a sure way to get her going.

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble? When on her ship or whatever location is serving as a home base at the time, she cleans her face and lets her hair down, changed into pajamas if she doesn't expect a sudden awakening.  In the field she doesn’t do much other than assure herself she found a safeish location though her preference is to use an energy stim or two and stay awake and aware - something she has done for days at a time before finally crashing.

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be? Why didn’t you keep me?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets? Before Torian, no. She never questioned that she would become one with the Force and it would be a more peaceful existence than her life was. After, and especially after learning his people’s thoughts about the afterlife, she has many doubts about what she believes and if they would be together again. Regrets are a big problem for her, no matter how she feels about death she is going to have plenty of those.

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why? So restless! Noara always needs to be doing something, even if it’s meditation. If her mind or body doesn’t have something to do she gets anxious.

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why? Well most of her life she has eaten prepacked field rations, the Star Wars equivalent of MREs. So making a responsible, balanced choice she would say those. She needs the nutrition to keep up with both her active lifestyle and maintain her muscle mass. As a petite woman with a high metabolism she has to be conscious of what she eats to keep herself in good condition. Idealistically? Cake, with the loophole that it can be ANY kind of cake. She enjoys sweets and they are such a rare treat for her, the idea of getting to try lots of different varieties and flavors would be very tempting.

#swtor #Jedi Knight #OC: Noara Starspark

[roninki]

Pros/Cons Dating Edition

Kotomi Nikuya

Pros: 

Fitness: Kotomi, by training and hobby, is incredibly athletic. Much of her time is singularly devoted to intense body training, particularly cardiovascular. You best be capable of keeping up with her.

Artistic Soul: While rarely shown, Kotomi is quite the hand at painting, and occasionally lets her artistic side slip into her romance. Whether it be small portrait sketches in the late-afternoon sun, or more sultry, lounging canvases, if she likes you, chances are she’ll draw you.

To the Nth Degree: To call Kotomi explosive is putting it lightly; her anger, passion, affection are all amped to the highest degree. While her exterior is gruff and brusque, she’s an all-or-nothing girl at heart. 

Beat ‘Em Up: Need a hand in a fight? Someone getting a bit too close and personal? You can bet Kotomi will be there when you need it. Fighting is as familiar to her as breathing.

Breathing Room: Kotomi is not wont to suffocate her partners with her attention. She lets them have their space, as long as she has hers. Clinginess deters her greatly, which often makes it seem like she can be distant or guarded from her relationships.

Support: As long as you’re not being stupid or unreasonable, she’ll support your choices and be there for you with them. If it comes down to it, her stubbornness will ensure that the choice made happens, consequences be damned.

Party On: Extroverted by nature, Kotomi is all for the hedonisitc, partying lifestyle, at least for awhile. This also bleeds into her need for adventure, to see and experience new things.

Confidence Is Attractive: Kotomi knows she’s good looking, and actively flaunts her looks with a confidence bordering arrogance. Well built, curved where it matters and a stunning chest and rear? What’s not to like.

Cons:

Emotional Wall: Good luck breaking down the decades of walls she’s built up around how she really feels. A self-isolationist, Kotomi often defers how she feels in favour of jokes or an ice-cold, dead end demeanour. 

Reckless, Forever: Stubborn and bullheaded are some of the nicer ways to describe Kotomi’s particular breed of recklessness. If she has her mind set on something, it will be done, and nothing will get in her way.

The Ties That Bind: Kotomi’s greatest flaw is her inability to trust. She considers relationships, in general, to be pointless and only exist to leave your heart open and vulnerable. Thus, she’s taken to polyamory, refusing to let herself be “tied down” (figuratively anyway).

Delinquent: While she’s left the titles and ganglife behind, she’s still nothing but a rash, crude delinquent at heart. Drugs, alcohol, smoking, casual sex and violence are all still embedded in her life, with seemingly no way of getting rid of them. 

Us vs Them: Xenophobia is still rife in her mind, particularly towards Ul’dahn’s, Ishgardians and Domans. Rarely vocalised in an upfront manner, it tends to seep into her mannerisms and opinions when dealing with certain races and creeds.

Short Fuse: Stemming from her ‘all-or-nothing’ nature, Kotomi’s anger is as equally as explosive as her passion. While it rarely gets physical with her partners, she can come across as overly aggressive and short tempered when annoyed; more than once someone’s attempted to roughly calm her down only to find a right hook to the jaw in response.

thank u for the tag @mother-muscles i love u v much, and im sorry for anyone that ever tries to ask this absolute mess out at any point.

tagging: @ahuska-ffxiv @fiendofearth @lizard-and-miqos @saerumii @roemom @crimson-sunrise-ffxiv  AND YOU. YES. YOU. PERSON READING THIS RIGHT NOW. TAG ME. bless

#kotomi nikuya #ffxiv rp #balmung #ask memes #do not date this woman #she does not deserve happiness

[mangiyko-ooc]

The discussion of deployment had happened, uh. Quite a fat chunk of time ago. Twenty minutes? He wasn’t exactly counting every passing moment, but he knew that no shuttle had been cleared to leave the garrison in at least the past six hours. On the same hand, he didn’t want to baby Ahuska and call for her over the communicator and let every one of his verd know that a ge’verd was being deployed. He preferred having the triumphant return of a Blooded ge’verd to be a surprise to the aliit. More fanfare that way. More celebration. So he did the next best thing! Scottrys lumbers over the heat-scorched sandstone that ushered him towards the living quarters of Motir’ang’s Evaarla Tal. The creation of a divide between the ge’verde and verde was intentional; the more attention one got as an unblooded, the more work they put towards proving themselves capable of joining the rank and file of the soldiers who have proven themselves. He flourishes a hand to bring up the display on his wrist-mounted holoprojector and sifts through the current roster -- those stationed on the base needed to check in to make sure that the soldiers were accounted for -- to make sure that Ahuska hadn’t yet cleared herself to leave. When he was certain that she was still here, he continued on towards her bunk. While the verde were given leave to erect bungalows and yurts in areas where there was ample room to do so, the ge’verde were relegated to several spacious barracks with bunks lining the wall. The fact that, at present, Motir’ang only boasted about six ge’verde meant that he wasn’t too concerned about finding more than one, maybe two, people in the C-Barrack. The doors give way easily and glide back into the threshold of the doorway as he passes through them, leaving the seemingly empty quarters before him... which was weird. At least until he saw the off-white fur of a shifting haunch behind Ahu’s bunk. He snorts softly and hooks his thumbs through the loops of his weapon belt before meandering over and behind her. Have you ever asked yourself ‘Are Bothans covered from head to foot in fur? Are their bellies bare like dogs? Does the colour gradiate? What’s a Bothan butt look like?” Well at one point or another, Scott had wondered these things. Mostly when he had finished dealing with a Bothan. Now he had answers to those questions. “... Ahu.” He clears his throat just as the Bothan wheels about with doe-eyes and covers herself as best she could... though the turn came before the cover, and... well. Chest. “... it’s a tit bit nipple in here, y- er. Tad bit nippy. Should...” He flourishes a hand. “... dress. Excuse me.”  Like a man getting the fuck outa Dodge, Scottrys gets the fuck outta Dodge.

#prompts #answered prompts #Scottrys #Ahuska

[lizard-and-miqos]

⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time?

Nines is patient. She’s devious, intelligent and forward thinking. There certainly is a streak of impulsiveness to her, but when it comes to her goals, to a job, to something she needs to get done to elevate herself she’s supremely patient. Her impulsiveness tends to come out more in social interaction or when around people she’d safely consider her friends. 

#Nines #ask memes #ff14 #ffxiv #rp #roleplay #ahuska #screenshots #my screenshots #Ahuska's screenshots #jellyrollin-yo

[dingoat]

PINEAPPLE, GRAPES, WATERMELON for BEST GIRL

🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?  

Watermelon I have already answered; even though it is really difficult to separate Ahuska entirely from any of the seasons, Winter is always where she shines in almost every possible way.

🍍  :    how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height,  weight,  strength,  and body type?  how important is being attractive to them?  

This is an interesting one for Ahuska! Most of her 'image issues' growing up dealt more with her species than her actual body type (what with the reputation that Bothans tend to have around the galaxy as crafty, information hungry backstabbers) however this would mostly come up outside of Mandalorian space, and would be mostly negated by staying in her armour. She's never really been at odds with her body otherwise, but nor did she ever considered herself particularly pretty or worth any real attention or admiration in that regard. It was never an important part of herself to attend to, and so it was never nurtured.

However, in both her lives, she's found people who consider her beautiful, and in both lives she's become more confident and proud of her appearance and sense of self in vastly different ways. Crow makes her feel utterly gorgeous without any particular effort on his part; the way he treats her has given her worlds of self confidence and she'll hang out in spacedocks without her helmet more often than not these days. Werewolf Ahuska has wavered far more wildly in her self image; there are times when she's been unable to find herself as anything but utterly monstrous and wished to be completely unseen, but they are slowly being outweighed by those who tell her the opposite (particular thanks to Thirteen here for articulating it nice and clearly for her). She has also been forcefully beaten down and Accidentally Naked so many times now that she doesn't have quite the same sense of modesty as she otherwise would; she has definitely learned to be proud of her strength, and unafraid of baring her body to the world no matter the shape she's wearing.

🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?

Ahuska knows that there is a segment of her childhood that is lost to her, but from the point onward that she actually remembers, she would describe as absolutely loving, safe, and joyful. She adores her Mandalorian parents (and Aunt Bes'laar), and they definitely shaped the bothan she grew up to be; not only simply by raising her Mandalorian, but by allowing her to be her own Mandalorian, and not pushing her to pursue aggression and battle when it was clear those were not strong points that came to her naturally. They readily nurtured her creative side, and her love of animals, seeking out opportunities to apprentice her into work that suited her, and she has definitely carried this all into adulthood. Maturity crept up on her gradually; losing both parents to war in her late teens definitely foisted a great deal more responsibility for herself onto her shoulders, but it really was only after moving from her home planet of Dxun that she really began to Grow Up in the sense of seeing the whole galaxy and her place in it from a much broader perspective.

She looks back on her childhood very fondly, and while she will quite readily entertain the whimsy of going back to those simpler and more innocent times, she has definitely embraced the direction her life has taken her and if anything, wants to continue growing into the best version of herself.

#ahuska #ahuska asks #bothan #character asks #fruity asks #ty ty for asking for BEST GIRL!!! #she demanded some new art as well #AND SHE DESERVES IT #I love her forever

[cinlat]

Whumptober: Day 2

Thanks for the ask @dingoat​ and for letting me borrow Ahuska (kinda) and Crow (Rev, I can’t tag you! Did you change your url?)

2: Nowhere to run Corners | Caged | Confrontation

Word Count: 208 I don’t want to give away too much! haha. But, I really wanted to do this because this scene has been in my head for two weeks.

The weight in Fynta’s hands shouldn’t have felt as heavy as it did. The night air turned her lungs to ice, amplifying each wheezing breath in her ears. Moonlight spilled over the land, painting hills in silver and trees in the deepest of blacks. 

“Just—hear me out, will ya?”

Crow stood with his hands raised while a monster frolicked behind him. Fynta couldn’t make the shot from here, not with a pistol; even with her augmentations. Her gaze flickered to the blur of fur as if flitted in and out of view. Crow took a step to the side, filling Fynta’s view again. 

“You don’t wanna do this.”

Fynta bared her teeth as if she were the animal her name claimed. Like the one she’d come so far to kill. “You don’t know—”

“I do,” Crow assured. His hands never strayed towards his weapon, though he hardly needed that to make things more difficult for Fynta. There was a sliver of her friend in those blue eyes. “Believe me, I do.”

Shaking her head, Fynta tightened her grip on the blaster. She could feel him worming into her mind, his words making sense. She couldn't let it all be for nothing. Otherwise, why had she become a monster?

#whumptober2022 #day 2: Confrontation #fynta wolfe #werewolf au #ahuska #crow #thanks for the ask! #cinlat answers

[davidblaska]

Protest at federal Courthouse Wednesday.

The Party for Socialism & Liberation, a no-apologies Communist party, hopes to disrupt the federal grand jury meeting Wednesday 07-29-2020 in Madison. Their statement: 

MADISON, WI. Monday, July 27, at least one of the five “persons of interest” in the City County Building so-called firebombing investigation was served a subpoena to a federal grand jury for this Wednesday, July 29.  Agents from The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives (ATF) served the subpoena.

ATF agents, including Agent William Fulton, have visited additional activists, their homes, their families’ homes, and their workplaces last week and this Monday, July 27. ATF agents used an unmarked black SUV for at least one visit. They asked the following:

To identify people in photographs from protests

Activists’ location on June 24, the night of the CCB protest

The local Communists advise their comrades not to cooperate but, instead, to call the Freedom Fighters lawyers. The Communists also called for a demonstration in front of the federal courthouse downtown. (The “so-called fire-bombing”?!) 

“Let subpoenants know we support them in resisting this tool of state violence.”

As if fire-bombing wasn’t violence. The Communists have been the most vocal proponents of releasing suspected terrorists from jail.

Traffic alert

Social justice terrorists are planning to shut down traffic at Broadway and Stoughton Road starting 3 p.m. Friday 07-31-2020 at 3 p.m. They also plan to shoot off fireworks at night from Ahuska Park in Monona.

We’re gonna need a bigger jail

Kerida O’Reilly and Samantha Hamer

Two women in jail tonight for assaulting and robbing State Sen. Tim Carpenter. They are Samantha Hamer, a school social worker in the Mt. Horeb school system, and Kerida O’Reilly, a physical therapist. Both are Madison residents. 

The Werkes has observed that the greatest threat to education and civilization in general comes not from grievance studies or even sociology departments but from university schools of education. They’re well organized.

Infiltrate this white system!

Brandi Grayson’s Urban Triage starts its Co-Conspirator Training Wednesday 07-29-2020. Urban Triage advertises this testimonial from one student:

“I want to be able to stand firm in my conviction and knowledge of my role as a co-conspirator…..I want to have the language, tools, and confidence to radically make shifts in this white Madison bubble. I hope to gain expertise via the leadership of black-led organizations, that will allow me to be a force in infiltrating this white system, via coaching with the goal of defunding the police, giving the money to the black community, and giving the power and leadership to the most impacted, aka the black community.”

Blaska’s Bottom Line: Looks like Ms. Hamer and Ms. O’Reilly will be excused.

Busy week of disruption ahead Protest at federal Courthouse Wednesday. The Party for Socialism & Liberation, a no-apologies Communist party, hopes to disrupt the federal grand jury meeting Wednesday 07-29-2020 in Madison. 

[dingoat]

BEST GIRL: 2, 11, 13!!!, 16, 30, 46, 52, 59, 61, 70, 74, 81, 82, 86, 93, 105, 110, 112, 135, 139, 143, 145, 153, 161, 172

BEST GIRL BEST GIRL LET'S GOOOO

2. What would history remember your character for?

Oh man, who knows? I like to hope she’s a long way from dead, and who knows what she’ll still manage to accomplish. Though there’s a story already starting to spread through certain circles of the galaxy, the tale of the Wolf and the Wanderer, of one Mandalorian’s journey to reunite with the impossible, magical being who he befriended without realising just what he was dealing with, who revealed her whole self to him late one night of Springturn before bidding him a soft farewell.

11. What is your character’s favorite historical or fairy tale figure?

Ahuska definitely spent more time with fairy tales than history as a kid, and one of her favourite old animated holofilms is an ‘Old Alderaan’ fairytale about a girl living under the thumb of a cruel stepmother, who often runs off into the woods to hang out with her animal friends, including the Queen of the Moon Moths. Ahuska was always quite fond of that particular heroine.

13. Do/Did any of your characters have large ears they had to grow into as a kid?

The BIGGEST and CUTEST baby bothan ears you ever did see.

16. How does the way your character present themselves in public differ from how they are in private?

It really does vary depending on the company and circumstance she’s in; at heart though, in a safe place with safe company, she’s gentle, sweet, playful, a little bit goofy, and likes to make people laugh by being a little more rude or rougher than expected. In public any number of her traits might be exaggerated; her softness might fade her into near invisibility, shy and unobtrusive and unwilling to be noticed. Or she might find herself needing to put up a front and be a lot more bold or even hostile than what she truly feels herself to be. Having grown up working with a huge variety of animals, she’s learned how to adjust her demeanour to get the best out of the most timid and most ferocious of beasts; so changing her behaviour to ‘fit the part’ or suit a circumstance comes very naturally to her.

30. How independent was your character as a teen?

Reasonably? She’s always been sort of self-sufficient in a way, often preferring her own company or that of wild creatures than hanging out with other kids her age. Running off to do her own thing for half the day was pretty well the norm growing up, and her eagerness to please and work hard meant that she was pretty quick to be left alone with a lot of responsibilities when she started working on the ranch. It was always a mature sort of independence, not at all rebellious.

46. Does your character prefer to lead or follow?

Deep down? To follow. She loves being a student, she loves having someone teaching her, she’s always been very respectful of authority and good at following orders. Even her name comes from the tendencies she showed after she was taken in by her Mandalorian parents; she eagerly shadowed her ‘auntie’ Bes’laar, whose name translates to ‘Melody’, and her parents nicknamed her ‘Ahuska’a’, which means accompaniment. Melody and accompaniment, they thought it was funny, but after several months during which tiny orphan Ahuska never volunteered her birth name, the nickname stuck, minus the awkward extra syllable.

In both worlds she’s been forced take the lead to varying degrees and it is always very hard for her.

52. Would your character prefer to have history know the truth or have many different versions of their life?

Oh, she would very much like to be known, and remembered. She perpetually feels overshadowed by almost everyone she meets and is quite certain that alongside them, her input to the galaxy will inevitably fade into obscurity. She wishes she could be more.

59. What kinds of things does your character use as paperweights?

Little sculptures and pretty river rocks and unwashed mugs and basically whatever she has on hand.

61. Have any of your characters struggled with addiction?

She absolutely has a caf addiction (and she did not at all enjoy going without while held captive on Five’s estate, though possibly the caf-withdrawal headaches were the least of her worries at that point). In regular universe she very nearly tumbled into a full-on stim addiction when she took too much on board and convinced herself that sleep was an unnecessary part of life, but thankfully Crow caught her out and nipped that in the bud before it truly escalated.

70.  Does your character have any guarded/secret guild knowledge or family recipe?

Does secret werewolf knowledge count??? Or alternatively knowing the location of the secret deserter settlement that the Empire would really really really love to get its hands on? That aside, her Zeltron buir made the best damned uj cake in the galaxy and Ahuska will challenge ANYONE on that but share the recipe with nobody.

74.  Are any of your characters associated with flowers?

She’s definitely developed a bit of an association with snowdrops, but if you asked her about it she’d tell you that she associates them with her fox.

81. Does your character look like what others think they should from their reputation?

Haha, well. Definitely the reputation she has as one of the Empire’s deadliest, most horrific killing machines is a bit at odds with the quiet little bothan sitting under a tree with a sketchbook or having a sweet hot caf with pink donuts that people might stumble across. Even the big white wolf goofing off in the snow or lolling about in a clover meadow doesn’t exactly match the ‘kill on sight’ label that Intel gave her.

82. Describe your character’s handwriting.

If she takes great pains and care she can write reasonably neatly, but usually it’s just a scrawling mess, part cursive and part block letters, and she’ll never admit that sometimes even she has to pause and try to work out what she’d been jotting down the other day.

86. Is your character’s fear reaction to fight, flight, or freeze?

Wolf fights, though there are times when she’s been the cause of fear that she’s responded to by fleeing. Bothan has definitely been known to freeze up, and certain triggers will find herself utterly incapacitated, but she’s getting better at fighting back or even throwing the first punch in some situations.

93. Do you have any characters that are stuffed animals? Or characters who have them?

Ahuska LOVES stuffed animals. Whenever she manages to stay in one place for any length of time she starts to build up a collection, and her current travelling companion is the oversized stuffed unicorn Thirteen won for her at the Springturn festival.

105. Favorite winter activity?

ALL OF THEM. Oh man she could never choose the best one. She loves existing in winter. She loves romping around in the snow as much as she loves making a giant fire and roasting marshmallows and nuts and eating giant hearty meals and tobogganing and building snow-creatures and visiting winter marketplaces and walking through the mountains and watching the lights in the sky and chopping firewood and, most recently, flying through falling snow >.>

110. What color is associated with your character?

White/cream, sky blue, and sometimes a hint of gold or pink.

112. Does your character believe in wishing fountains and shooting stars?

More whimsically than literally. She enjoys little traditions and superstitions like this, and has made more than her fair share of wishes in her time, but she doesn’t actually believe they have genuine power to be granted.

135. Would  your character be content to go back to a normal and quiet life after going on an adventure?

Regular Ahuska has definitely realised that she doesn’t want a normal, quiet, settled life, at least not yet. She has the opportunity to hunker down and form a life for herself somewhere stable, and has realised she’s way too restless and adventurous to be comfortable with that now, with so much more of the galaxy to experience and especially with Crow by her side.

Werewolf Ahuska would quite desperately like to actually try a quiet life before making any sort of long term decision, a proper one where she feels loved and comfortable and safe and not in hiding, but she suspects that’s wishful thinking. She almost came close, in the mountains, but there were still way too many unresolved problems and tensions that she could find herself properly content for any real length of time. At the end of the day I think she’s always going to long for some sort of adventure.

139. Has your character ever survived a fatal wound?

That betrayal was pretty fatal WOUND TO HER HEART AND SOUL, she almost didn’t survive that >.>

143. Has your character ever had some part of their culture made illegal?

Hmmmm. Never really in a plot-point sort of way but hell, the galaxy is vast and the laws are varied, I’m sure there are aspects of Being A Mandalorian that have been considered illegal and different points and in different places. Unless you want to count BEING A WEREWOLF as part of her culture in which case yes, yes, a resounding yes, Imperial Intelligence deemed her actual existence as very illegal for quite some time hahaha. She’s been redacted from so many documents.

145. How much first aid and medical knowledge does your character have?

She has a reasonably broad superficial knowledge, mostly owing to her animal work and being involved with assisting veterinary procedures and following through with treatment plans, as well as being a little wild child constantly being dinged up in the jungle and being berated for making herself dehydrated or at risk of frostbite or sunburnt or bitten and stung and scratched by all manner of things. She knows when not to guess and to seek out professional medical help instead, but she can patch things up pretty competently and could give a needle if pressed but would really rather someone else do it (IV is the scariest).

153: Do any of your characters embody the spirit of a flapper? (Bonus points for style and or lifestyle)

I wouldn’t say she exactly embodies the spirit, hahaha, but she’d definitely be behind the notion of defying societal norms. In the right sort of AU she might completely lean into it, hah, and it might be fun to dress her to match, but I think at the heart of things being true to myself is more a dominating narrative than I will defy your expectations.

161: Your character’s opinion of pineapple?

Pineapple is excellent. Fresh, juiced, battered and fried, and absolutely, definitely, without question on pizza.

172: Do any of your characters hold a grudge against someone?

‘Grudge’ is putting it mildly. She regrets not biting Five’s face off, especially now with the few extra tidbits she’s learned about the way he operates and the things he’s done. Her grudge on Blakk’s behalf is far, far deeper and darker than anything she’s felt about what Five has done to her. Five should be counting his lucky stars that Ahuska isn’t actually a being driven by violence and vengeance.

She holds a grudge against Ulfran for not letting her eat the crabs.

#THANK for ALL the ASKS!!! #character asks #ask meme #ahuska asks #best girl #give her pineapple and let her eat crab

[dingoat]

@abbee-normal tagged me to do the ‘What Type of Protagonist Are You’ quiz and I’ll admit I was expecting something a little more fluffy and optimistic for Ahuska, hahaha. But I guess this kinda works in spirit, because she really never was designed to be a heroic character, just an ordinary girl trying to keep her head down in a cruel galaxy and live a happy, simple life, who nonetheless wound up being dragged from one traumatic adventure to the next and forced to step up for the sake of the people she cared about and ultimately, for herself.

morally grey, but sexy about it

you are a bundle of mistakes and personal, gut-wrenching trauma, masked behind irresistible charm and mystery. maybe you've been alive a while, or maybe you've lived so many lives in your short span it's felt like centuries. regardless, you know enough about the world to know it's rarely ever black and white. you'll help when called, but you also don't go out of your way to solve anyone's shit...not until you fuck up and start to care for someone. after that, playing it coy and selfish can only get you so far.

Then for kicks I did the quiz again for myself and I’m laughing real hard, I sure know what part of my life is being channelled here and yes, I am a middle child hahahaha. I’m sure a couple of decades ago my results would be very different but right now I’ll take it, even if I’m actually too tired to be trying to change anything at the moment

the spiteful wonder

ooooh, you're underestimated--and pissed about it. are you a middle child? hm. these are protagonists who get told to do one thing and do exactly the opposite. life is on your terms, not anyone else's. your failures and successes are on the same level of consequence, but you do feel as if something about the world is inherently unfair--and you're just reckless enough to think you can change that.

Tagginggg... @askshivanulegacy @kaosstar @cinlat @kunoichi-ume @vespertine-legacy @queen-scribbles @storyknitter @starknstarwars if you feel so inclined to do it for yourself or any characters that take your fancy! 

#protagonist quiz #character asks #sort of #ahuska asks