[serenitysought]

          Hi my name is Monroe.  she / her  and I’m 30+ nerd that loves my original character. i advocate for ALL OCs because they literally do not get enough love. i’m the unofficial ambassador of OCS.  

welcome to serenitysought. where the original character on this blog will feature TWO MAIN verses. I originally created him for the far cry 5 universe, but as time went on i have developed his MARVEL verse quite a bit. unable to pull him away from far cry completely i have decided to have two main verses . please always feel free to specify a verse you’d like to interact and plot in. 

quick useful links

CARRD  PROMOS ( seriously reblog them. help a girl out ) MEMES ( send a lot or a few but i never close memes off . go nuts ) MY MASTERLIST OF HEADCANONS - ( this is a lot of work but gives great insight )

other blogs. -- Thor Odinson. 

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for your consideration:                        give the most attention to the people                        who treat your oc like they are canon . 

it’s so easy to overlook the OCs because they don’t mean anything to your muse’s past or present.  my question to you is well why not? anyone who treats an oc like they are relevant and a big part of their character’s world will always have a place in my mental favorites. it means they’ve dived into your work and world and love what you’ve come up with . that deserves recognition. An OC could be the biggest part of your story you just have to be willing to put in the work to make it work. that’s what it has boiled down to though , it seems . Laziness. So , of course, the most attention will be given to those that treat the OCs the way they deserved to be treated. 

           LIKE THEY MATTER. because they do .

[leneemusing]

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

sender to receiver:

[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw

[ PINCH ] sender holding receiver's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZE ] sender brushes their fingertip back and forth along receiver's jaw while they listen to receiver talk

[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACK ] sender grabs receiver's wrist and tugs them closer when receiver tries to walk away.

[ TOY ] sender fidgets with something receiver is wearing while receiver talks to them

[ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPART ] sender is saying goodbye and kisses receiver's forehead

[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket

[ UNDRESS ] sender helps receiver remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILL ] sender refills receiver's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIX ] sender cleans something off of receiver's face

[ RUB ] sender places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULL ] sender sits next to receiver and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDE ] sender is gently rubbing/scratching receivers back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEER ] seeing that receiver is scowling, sender rubs their thumb over the furrow between receiver's brows

[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACE ] sender brushes their fingers along receiver's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes their hand up and down receiver's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEP ] sender holds receiver's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEAN ] sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something

[ NUDGE ] sender grabs the chair receiver is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTEN ] sender is listening to receiver talk and picks up an object that belongs to receiver to fidget with

[ SEARCH ] sender searches out receiver's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check if they're okay

[ SMOOTH ] sender smooths their thumb over receiver's eyebrow

[ SLIP ] sender places their hand in receiver's back pocket while they walk together

receiver to sender:

[ HOOKING ] receiver hooking a finger beneath sender's jaw

[ PINCHING ] receiver holding sender's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOKING ] receiver holding sender's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICKING ] receiver telling sender to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZING ] receiver brushes their fingertip back and forth along sender's jaw while they listen to sender talk

[ DIRECTING ] receiver seeing that sender is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACKING ] receiver grabs sender's wrist and tugs them closer when sender tries to walk away.

[ TOYING ] receiver fidgets with something sender is wearing while sender talks to them

[ STROKING ] receiver absentmindedly plays with sender's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPARTING ] receiver is saying goodbye and kisses sender's forehead

[ DRESSING ] receiver without prompting helps sender put on a jacket

[ UNDRESSING ] receiver helps sender remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILLING ] receiver refills sender's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIXING ] receiver cleans something off of senders face

[ RUBBING ] receiver places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKONING ] receiver sees sender and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDING ] receiver is gently rubbing/scratching sender's back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEERING ] seeing that sender is scowling, receiver rubs their thumb over the furrow between sender's brows

[ TUCKING ] receiver finds sender asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACING ] receiver brushes their fingers along sender's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSHING ] receiver brushes their hand up and down sender's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEPING ] receiver holds sender's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something

[ NUDGING ] receiver grabs the chair sender is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTENING ] receiver is listening to sender talk and picks up an object that belongs to sender to fidget with

[ SEARCHING ] receiver seeks out sender's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check that they're okay

[ SMOOTHING ] receiver smooths their thumb over sender's eyebrow

[ SLIPPING ] receiver places their hand in sender's back pocket while they're walking

[bloodsalted]

finding his way here was all he could think of when the rage swelled up inside to the point where he thought he might break if he didn't. keeping himself shorter than the other by not budging from his spot as paul nears--he watches. observes. can sense the vague feeling of apprehension he's regarded with. doesn't blame paul in the slightest. coming into this whatever this is (he refuses to admit what the others in town called it--a cult--because that'd mean he's joined one) the way he did? hunting them and then becoming prey before left with no other option than to break and say yes (and it took so long that jacob damn near poindered using him as food for the hogs)--doesn't make the best argument of true loyalty.

and yet he stays. fights. and has worked his way through the ranks for jacob, of all people, to put him close to his side. a side that he keeps distancing himself from by coming right to this spot where he is. dean wonders if driving him here is purposeful. intentional. the family putting a smidgen of their worry aside for the brother who has created peace and calm in a whirlwind of anything but--by having dean become protective of paul? wouldn't be a stupid idea. smart, actually. and this family is very smart.

staring into eyes a shade of blue that capture every piece of the sky imaginable--dean leans into the hand upon his jaw without thinking. calm swallows him whole and stillness sets in. rough fingers curl around a slender, pale wrist with the intent to keep the touch in tact. "..i'm starting to wonder where that path is going to lead." again. where is this all heading and what, or who, is he becoming? the questions make his head spin.

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The apostle can't imagine the amount of strength that Dean had to pull from deep within himself to get himself here. After everything he has been through, he is here before him. And THAT takes an insurmountable amount of willpower, strength, and devotion. He is still weary of the man before him, but he is always willing to help where it is needed. It is why Cascade is a sanctuary for all.

The sick, the helpless, the ones that cannot help themselves. They have all found solace with the borders here. Dean can be no different. He is in desperate need of Paul's guidance. Oh how he despises what his brother has done to this man. Behind those green eyes, he can bear witness to what he must have been like before being shredded to nothing in the trials built with no purpose.

His family have voiced their distaste for what he has chosen. He loves them, but he can be nothing more than what he is. There is no violence. Will be no violence. He cannot allow it and they will have to accept that fact about him. All he can hope is that Dean is not too far gone. Not too far into Jacob's grasp that Paul can help him find what he's looking for even if he doesn't quite know what that is yet.

Paul wishes he could bend down to the level of the man before him. Allow them to see eye to eye but he is not as limber as he once was thanks to Jess Black. His thumb brushes along the man's stubble as fingers wrap around his wrist almost instinctively. "I can guide you, but you have to know and understand which way it is you want to go, Dean. I cannot make that decision for you. Close your eyes and tell me where it is you want to see yourself."

[serenitysought]

you aren't as forgotten as you think you are, paul. you're still our brother, dont forget. take some of my chosen into the cascades - for your protection. to be a personal guard and nothing else. scout's honor. doesn't feel right to have you so far away after what happened - when you're still weak. call it soldier's intuition - next time you might not be so lucky. all that talk of peace? well, give me some peace of mind. heaven knows that's in short supply. - @carnismajor

Blue eyes are impossibly even brighter as they fill with tears. All he has ever wanted was acceptance. A chance to love a family as they have loved him. To be a part of something far bigger than himself. His life has been nothing but struggle after struggle with no end in sight. That was until Joseph found him at his lowest. He can remember that day as clearly as this day.

Don't forget.

How could he? That was the day he was SAVED. Saved from strife. Saved from a world that never wanted him. Saved from himself. Now he is tasked with protecting a select few that he never thought he would have access too. He is herald of his own region and he's taken in the sick, the children, and those that cannot help themselves. To be presented with some of the 'chosen' isn't the honor that one might think it would be.

Paul doesn't like to be called weak, but it is nothing but the truth. It is. After the attack on him from Jess Black, he's lucky to still be alive. Ever since? He's done what he can to right every wrong that wasn't his fault in the first place. Protect and love and cherish every one in these lands that seek his guidance. He does not want violence. He will not tolerate it.

"I am taking you at your word, brother. Please do not disappoint me." he says to @carnismajor with a slight sigh. "If this will give you peace of mind then I will do what you ask, but you must give me peace of mind and honor my request for peace."

[ruralcanary]

"I expect you to use some of that Herald privilege to knock some sense into your kin - and if you can't do that, at least have the spine to put a pack of mad dogs down instead of leavin' that responsibility to the rest of us!"

Ruarc's teeth clamp on the end of his cigarette like a dog with a bone, huffing a billow of smoke as he gathers himself, two fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose like he's warding off a headache. "I don't know your story, son. I don't care to - I'm angry and with a right to it, the time I have to reason and compromise with your past is washed away in a whole tide of blood you seem content enough to watch lap at the shore around you, risin' by the minute with every second those boys run amok," He scowls, tears the cigarette from his lip to gesture pointedly towards Paul with it. "But I have to believe that in some fuckin' merciful muscle of God's body, there's a chance you can be reasoned with, and if not reasoned, outright fuckin' badgered into takin' a more upright stance. Redemption's a privilege! And there are those that forfeit that right in life. I can't say for certain whether they'll find it in death, but if you ask me, with all the blood on their hands, there's not enough clean water from here to Missoula to wash 'em clean."

You Seeds sure made sure of that - fuck the bliss.

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"Do you not think I've tried that? " He says in defeat. The last thing he wants is more death. And he will not be the ones to do anything to his family. They are all he has left but no one on the resistance is willing to see that. They saved him in every way they could be saved and all he wants is to be able to save THEM. He understands that what they've done is wrong, but where does the cycle end?

"I can see that my words are wasted here. I won't waste anymore of your time, especially if you aren't willing to hear them." Paul huffs with a shrug of his shoulders. All any of them want is more blood saturating the earth. What makes them any better? "I"m not the one that needs to be reasoned with. I just don't believe in eye for an eye. I don't believe in more death and destruction. I also don't wish to see my family murdered. " Who would want to ever witness their own family reduced to nothing regardless of what they've done. "You do what you feel you need to do. You will anyway and nothing I say will change any of it."

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*far cry 5 verse. you know son, from my point of view - pacifism's just a coward's brand of violence. bury your head in the sand all you like polly, but inaction's just as much action as pullin' the trigger yourself.

The apostle has grown accustomed to people berating him and unwilling to see things from his point of view. He understands the severity of what is going on, but by the time he came to realize everything in its entirety he was in too deep. Paul has tried to reason with both sides, tried to find peace and solutions. What is he supposed to do in a world where he is in the middle of two groups that are determined to destroy one another.

He shifts on his cane, takes a deep breath. Why should he waste his breath on another explanation that will not be taken into consideration. "I do not expect you to understand where I'm coming from. Nor do I wish to continue to explain myself. I'm not burying my head in the sand and you do not know the whole story. You do not know MY story. I do not believe in violence, but I do believe in redemption. What would you have me do?"

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✱ WHERE SHOULD YOU BE KISSED .ᐣ

forehead.

over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.

tagged by: @bloodsalted tagging: YOU

[serenitysought]

WHO ARE YOU IN THIS HAUNTED HOUSE STORY?

The Trapped Soul

Time is now a story told by others. You envy them, their freedom, their hope. Your existence is tied to this place, the beating heart of your tragedy and pain, your prison. You wander these long corridors and some days, it becomes difficult to tell where this dreadful house ends and you begin. You cry and destroy to remind yourself that you're still here. It's been so long since you gave up on anyone seeing you. The only company you keep is your past, and oh how it follows you. You scream once more, a final test of your disappearance but— Oh! Did… did they just look at you?

tagged by: @yoursdndispatcher tagging: you!!

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" peace is coming. "

the words he always wished to hear, but coming from the deputy, he feels a little bit mocked. They spent enough time together to get to know one another. She has let him live and they have forged a bond that is probably a little unheard of. "You know I do not like it when you mock me. I mean well even if anyone else looking in from the outside sees it as delusional." There wasn't any trace of it in her tone but everyone else who cannot see things the way he does has done nothing but mock and berate the apostle. He has grown used to it. "I'm started to wonder if I've just been foolish this entire time."

[serenitysought]

but i always meet you back in this place / from frigga

there is serenity in this garden. The healer can find his center and be one with the environment around him. There is a faint green aura tha emanates around the asgardian from where he sits cross leged in the dirt. Not far from him is the reflecting pool of restoration, the air is warm, inviting, and the late sun sets the scene of extra golden warmth. When he hears her voice a gentle smile is given as he peers up from where he sits. "aye, my queen. this is where i fell most at home."

[serenitysought]

i'll be around after i eat. send me inbox stuffs and tell me what verse youd like. mwah mwah

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[sunroe-a]

[serenitysought]

List of verses for my boy here.

Main verses. Far Cry 5 Marvel

additional verses if you don't want either of those. The Last of Us Red Dead Redemption. The Old Guard -(needs to be tweaked since a former partner is no longer around) Far Cry: New Dawn Blood Comes First ( essentially FC5 but an evil version of paul) A modern verse ( he's a child psychologist ) Detroit: Become Human The Walking Dead The Last Kingdom

[chosenstars]

݁ .⠀ ✩ EXTRAORDINARY AND NORMAL. a series of dialogue prompts from florence and the machine's everybody scream album. some liberties taken to better fit the overall rpc, adjust as you wish.

get on the stage.

i call her by her first name.

i tried to stay away.

but i always meet you back in this place.

you give me everything.

i feel no pain.

i break down, get up, and do it all again.

it's never enough.

you make me feel loved.

i can come here and scream as loud as i want.

here, i don't have to be quiet. i don't have to be kind.

look at me run myself ragged.

how can i leave you when you're screaming my name?

i will come for you in the evening.

i'll make you sing for me.

i can take up the whole of the sky.

aren't you so glad i came?

protect me from evil.

what has it done to me?

i crawled up from under the earth.

with each bedraggled breath, i knew i came back from the dead.

i'll show you how it's done.

i'll show you what it takes.

to conquer and to crucify, to become one of the greats.

i keep a scream inside of my chest.

i've killed everyone i ever kissed.

each name is a stain upon my lips.

that song is not about you.

got everything i thought i wanted.

did i get it right?

do i win the prize?

do you regret bringing me back to life?

i did my best.

my childhood dream made flesh.

it's so like a woman to profit from her madness.

why did you dig me up for this?

you'll say it's all pretend.

but i've really done it this time.

you could have me if you weren't so afraid of me.

it's funny how men don't find power very sexy.

do i drive you crazy?

i lied down with death.

show me the way this feeling leads.

can i keep all this beauty forever inside?

i tore off my nightgown and ran naked through the town.

i ran to the ancestral plane, but they all showed up drunk and insane.

which way should i go?

child, how would we know?

a stranger came to my door.

i have many, many miles yet to cross.

we've been waiting to meet you.

it's only a matter of time.

i can feel something deeper down.

after all, there's nobody more monstrous than me.

memory fails me.

am i so different?

i do not recognize my face.

i do not find worthiness a virtue.

i no longer try to be good.

it didn't keep me safe like you told me that it would.

come on, i can take it.

give me everything you got.

the seasons change, the world turns.

i'm trying to live, but i feel so damaged.

all shall be well.

miracles are often inconvienent.

a prayer is a spell.

i am changing and becoming something else.

i wanna call you on the telephone.

my resolve is sinking like a stone.

i guess it's just something that never goes away.

i'm stupid and i'm damaged, and you're a disaster.

when you walk into the room, none of it matters.

baby, i just buckle.

i know it won't work.

make it ache, make it hurt.

i'm still hanging off the buckle on your belt.

you closed the door and left me screaming on the floor.

i let you walk all over me, honey.

you make me think my therapy is a waste of money.

oh, god, i thought i was too old for this.

i should be over this.

i'm not better than this.

show me what i'm worth.

sometimes my body seems so alien to me.

i grow restless and hungry.

you're so good looking, it's obscene.

some things, it seems, are catching up with me.

my love, i have to tell you.

i kissed them all and let them drown.

creature from the deep, do i haunt you in your sleep?

you said i would be nothing, but look, i'm really something.

you've seen through the pain.

have you changed?

do i terrify?

it's the old religion humming in your veins.

you wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release.

i'm so tired of being careful.

give me something i can crush, something i can kill.

i'm afraid, don't let it find me.

but you can't outrun yourself, you see.

i'm powerless, don't remind me.

i went to find the hidden folk.

they gave me gowns and riches.

no, i did not sleep.

what i thought was a night was a thousand years.

it was made from me.

all the love that came my way, i found a way to push away.

i don't want to be afraid anymore.

i don't want to run from love like i have before.

you have a bigger ego than you think you do.

let it be us.

i know how to fall in love.

i thought i was kind.

i tried to do something that i thought was real life.

it's so much harder than it looks.

i just got bored.

let there be love, let there be light.

running back to the only love i could ever control.

call in a vision of my daughter.

i used to think i knew what sadness was.

i was wrong.

am i a woman now?

the air smells of fruit and smoke.

i try and control what i can.

you can have it all.

when the wind blows, you can hear it.

love was not what i thought it was.

it crept up on me despite myself.

peace is coming.

[serenitysought]

Paul: where did it all go wrong ................. Laurel waking up from her nap: I dunno, maybe when he thumb'd that kid's eyeballs out.

*Pets wolf. Goes back to nap.*