#The Hauler (oc)

[aloe-vera-7]

Group photo with the gang

this took me 9+ hours straight holy shit

[hippieuncle]

Lethal company ocs in the making :D

Got some stuff written down abt them initially

Two rookie friends who signed up and got deployed down together afrer their first seperate missions had their crews wiped.

Alone they are kind of useless and afraid because of the simple fact nobodhs prepared to get mauled by mostners. Together however, they have a nice dynamic, 2 is a bit stronger and the 1 is a bit smarter, they fill each other's lacking parts in and because of that, they are about as efficient as whole experienced company worker. They might just be the two most genuine members on the crew that will try and help ur ass even if u wont help them (-cough- captain -cough-)

1 is very much into researching what they might encounter when most are apathetic to the threats, presumably because the other crews have had their decent amount of interactions with alien beasts and foreign horrors to not give as much as afuck anymore, he kind of helps bring in a new dynamic to the crew

The stronger, 2 sticks to his buddy a lot, all he kind of got going for him are his long legs that help him bridge gaps easier and run faster. LOL

Veteran, a "Captain" of some sorts. Demanding and the Instructor for the new folks - only reason he made it this far, is because he himself is the biggest coward of them all. Refuses to put his back into it, carries light items only and only if it leaves him enough space to hold a walkie talkie. The keys hogger and the type to always end up back at the ship before 12 midday.

HAULER, silent type. Decent experience, got moved crews after his entire crew ate shit. Coincidentally the guy who also loves to have the most fun. (example: useless purchases, WILL groove out at the end of a mission in a form of celebration) capable of survival alone and has a significant amount of bravery that could be seen as recklessness, which actually usually saves his hide by being the one that takes action when shit goes south(comes in with the shovel). THE HAULERRR

4 stupid dumb bitches go adventure in tight suits.

[jujucomet]

Ex-Pirate Gek NMS OC... She is now a hauler/transporter freelancer working for a weird Korvax.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

INTRODUCING: TERRIFIC TWOSDAY because what's better than one rec? that's right, two.

Happy Tuesday, everyone! ... Or should I say TWOSDAY? In an effort to get through my TBR list and to shout about things I've been meaning to shout about for far too (two) long, I am going to be turning every Tuesday into Two Recs Day. I'll be highlighting two works in each category that I loved and that I know you'll love, too (2)! Check them out, and remember to show some love to the creators!!

Two Series Recs: This week, I am going with two series that are currently in progress. I know that finished works often get a lot of focus. As they should! I can tell you first hand that seeing a whole series through to the end is a TALL ORDER. But you know what is also very freaking cool? Hopping on board while the train is still in motion, catching up with previous chapters and waiting excitedly to see where the train is taking you! So without further ado, here are the two trains that I recommend you all hop on this week.

LIMINALITY by @something-tofightfor

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Wolf AU + “forbidden romance”

9 Parts in so far (plus extras + POV switches)

Thrills. Chills. Swoons. Moons. This story is brimming with excitement and adrenaline… not to mention the heat. (Frankie is a whole entire menace, as he should be.) All the guys are here (yes, that does include Tom 🙄) and they are all captured so perfectly, as is their friendship with one another and with Frankie. It features a very confident, brave, badass reader, ancient lore, supernatural elements, family business, and one heck of a connection between our main characters. Every chapter flies by and leaves you wanting - needing - more, and now is an excellent time to let yourself get hooked on this one, because the action is only ramping up from here!

PASSENGER by @whatsnewalycat

Din Djarin x OFC!Charlie

Modern Trucker AU + dog Grogu

6 Parts in so far

Are you looking for a new OC to fall in love with and want to protect with your life? How about a morally gray long-hauler who moonlights as a bounty hunter? Well you’re in luck because this story has BOTH. It’s also got incredibly high stakes juxtaposed with really sweet, human moments. Charlie is one of the most charming OCs I’ve ever met (which happens to be one of her rules to live by- all of which are good advice for anyone to follow, IMO) and Din’s characterization is so very well done - as is Grogu’s. The theme of delivering the bounty vs doing what’s right is very present and extremely well done, and watching these characters warm up to each other and blur the lines is truly a treat. Get caught up and hitch a ride for the rest of the journey, because I know it’s only going to get better from here!

Two One Shot Recs:

GREATEST OF ALL TIME by @gnpwdrnwhiskey

Dieter Bravo x OFC!Ava

Meet cute + “Do you believe in aliens?”

Dieter needs a break from work and the hullabaloo that comes along with it, and has enlisted the help of his assistant to book him a solo getaway so he can just relax, reset and revive the vibes. Sounds great, right? It is, until he gets turned around and off the beaten track in the middle of the desert and meets the enigmatic Ava and her faithful pal Goat… who might be more than your average Great Dane. After a misunderstanding about where he’s supposed to be, Dieter realizes that the airstream desert oasis under the stars is exactly where he’s meant to be.

LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTERS by @sixhours

Joel & Ellie

Part of an existing universe

Even though I’ve not yet read the series that this one shot takes place in, it’s immediately gone on my list due to this little interlude. This is such a good character study of Joel and of Ellie - of what they’ve been through, what they want for each other, and how their relationship has grown and changed. It’s got some really beautiful lines and heartwarming/heartbreaking feelings. I love these two forever and ever, and this little slice of life shows just how much they love each other, too. Joel Miller is Dad of the century. Period. The end.

Two Art Recs:

Ezra & Cee Jammin’ by @thekawaiifruitworld

Literally every time this artist draws these two, my heart grows ten sizes to accommodate how much more I love them. JUST LOOK AT THEM! So goofy, so happy, so whole and healthy and and and..!

Joel Strummin’ by @nic0o-o

I whimpered when I first saw this masterpiece, and you will, too. Just go. Just go look. Look at his beauty. I dare you not to be in your feelings about this man after seeing this piece.

[sp00kymulderr]

chapter 1

Warnings: None for this part, 18+ for the series as a whole

Pairing: Ezra x ofc

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Escaping a world that offers nothing but hopelessness, Mireya starts a journey to a new beginning. On the transport where her voyage starts, she meet an intriguing man with his own dark past. He might just be an important piece to finding the way to the new life Mireya has always dreamt of. Or perhaps he’ll be her undoing.

A/N: You may have seen this before, but it was deleted. I'm trying to write more of what I love and I have always loved this story, thank you @chronically-ghosted for inadvertently reminding me of that. Set before Prospect. Part one is really just an introduction, and a very limited introduction at that to our oc because of the nature of the story.

The small, elegant Cerphain soars along the dangerously rocky coastline of Zjara’s outer-lands with a grace few other creatures can manage. The bird flies free; weaving amongst the jutting rocks of the cliff-face where it nests, then sharply diving to skim the water for sustenance. It’s black feathered wings spread, catching the wind to guide it on it’s way wherever it wishes to go.

Mireya Seda had always envied those birds, watching them from her one spot of solitude on the whole miserable planet of Zjara – once a world of natural beauty full of creatures like those birds, now a barren land turned grey and cold by it’s uncaring inhabitants. Every night for years and years the young woman had dreamt of flying, of sprouting wings and finding her way out of the arid commune with the ease and grace of a Ceprhain.

There was never anything for someone like Mireya on the planet, she had known that for all the cycles she had been there; no warmth, no hope, no soul. Just the grey, rocky plateau and the waning moon peeking through the never-ceasing thick blanket of clouds. A place of purgatory with it’s vicious icy rivers and the bleak landscape of a dying place.

It had been that way since she arrived; eleven years old when she had been sent to the commune. Now twenty-four, every day of that time Miyera had only wished to escape.

So she found a way out, a way to fly even higher than the birds. Running away with a clear path of chaos left behind, destroying what had held her in place for so long. No more fear, no more duty. No more. Paying her way on to a visiting shuttle that would dock to the Deonida - a long distance hauler - and take her across the system and away from the miserable bone-deep cold of Zjara and it’s people.

It’s funny then, Mireya thinks, that the hulking metal transport that will take her away from purgatory feels almost as claustrophobic and caging as the settlement did. Somehow after a week on the ship she feels more jealous than ever of creatures who don’t have to rely on the suffocating, behemoth vessels to find their place.

The Deonida is huge and oppressive in it’s structure, but it’s the only hauler that could traverse across the system all the way to Tereverus in exchange for her hard earned credits. With all she has to her name – credits earned in secret through various skills cultivated in years of captivity – Mireya can afford to pay board on the ship, a bunk in a cabin shared with too many others, and a one-way journey to a world with endless potential and a future that could never be dreamt of in Zjara. A chance of freedom, if she could only make it several weeks on the labyrinthine transport full to the brim with wayfarers just like her – looking for their new start.

One of the few blessings of the grimy, overpopulated Deonida is the observation deck. Often empty - the vast expanse of stars seemingly unimpressive to the drifters who spent their lives travelling through space – the large windows with a narrow metal bench facing them is where Mireya finds herself more often than not, in some state of wistful meditation that helps focus on what’s to come instead of where she is stuck for the time being.

She sits silently and watches the stars in quiet wonder. It makes her feel so small – a speck of dust on a map so vast and encompassing that she might vanish to thin air in a moment. It’s often like that on the hauler too, left to her own devices and only interacting when trying to find a crew she could go to Tereverus with, on Zjara she learnt well how not to draw attention to herself and that modest manner meant she was left alone for the most part now too.

It’s a shock then that when Miyera is standing at the window, hand pressed against the thick, cold glass as she wills herself to feel some peace amongst the beauty outside it, she is lulled out of contemplation by a deep, distinctive voice of a man.

“I wondered if we might cross paths here soon...” he starts, making the woman gasp lightly in surprise. Turning she finds the source of the words to be a man with tired, brown eyes and a mess of dark brown hair – an unusual tuft of blonde at the front. He looks worn and weary, but greets with a surprisingly pleasant smile. It is unusual, for the occupants of this ship.

“Oh?” Mireya responds gently, pleased beyond expectation to be able to share words with someone after what felt like years of silence. On Zjara, it was rare for her to speak.

He nods, looking surprised for a moment before speaking again.

“I noticed you in the mess...you’re not the usual type to...well, I suspected this might be your first ride aboard a long-haul transport?” he queries politely, sitting on the bench as she turns towards him. “Very few spend their time observing the cosmos after their first passage”

His demeanour is non-threatening. Pleasing, the way he leans back with his legs outstretched as if he is completely relaxed in her presence despite their being strangers. There’s a certain and clear charm to him which to Mireya can only translate as friendly – after all he is the first person to speak to her about anything other than shuttle maintenance. Somehow, and perhaps naively, she feels an air of calm wash over as she contemplates the stranger.

His clothes and shoes are clearly worn-in, he doesn’t own many more, and she quickly notices the calloused, overworked hands when he rubs his fingers against an itch on his neck. He’s handsome, but not in an obvious way like the clean-cut folk from Central. A wanderer, almost certainly a prospector – dirt under his fingernails and caked in to the tread of his boots.

Immediately it’s clear this is a man who knows the stars and his place in them, and she can’t help but find herself intrigued.

“I travelled long-range once before, when I was very young. The stars were like magical beings to me, they still fascinate me now. I never really got to see them on…on my home planet” the words are barely more than a whisper, looking away from him as she thinks back to the long, long journey from Central to Zjara as a child. How different things might be if she had never had to take that trip…

The man continues to watch, a crease between his eyebrows as he sees Mireya’s expression change following those words. Does he see that pain? The shake of her hands before she’s clasping them behind her back? No one can know where she came from, not until that place is far far away.

“How many times have you been on board?” Mireya asks the man quietly, trying to distract from the change in demeanour. “Does it always feel this…this…lonely?” the last word a whisper.

“Far too many to divulge. Travelling long-haul can be a laborious task, I’m well aware of that” The man’s voice has a pleasing lilt, an odd accent she doesn’t know. “If you ever need a companion to ponder the galaxy with I’d be pleased to offer some succour”

A soft sigh, barely heard, escapes her lips. It’s easy to be alone but being lonely is another beast, snarling and ugly, one which she spent far too much time with on Zjara. Perhaps this unknown person will make escape easier on an anguished mind.

“I...I’d like that…” Not without hesitation but the words come out quick.

“Ezra” he offers his name and extends a hand.

“Ezra” Mireya murmurs back, a pleasant sound from her lips.

Sitting besides him, she turns her gaze back to the glowing specks surrounding on all sides while he begins to tell her some fast flowing tale about his experiences amongst them. And while she listens with rapt attention, Mireya can feel something intangible rise within her soul – regardless of who this man is, his presence seems to be a catalyst for something spectacular to begin in life.

All at once Mireya understands that, finally, this is the start of her story.

[spyglassrealms]

Spy's OCs: Zak Kaiyo

art by my good friend, the wonderful @wildegeist!

Realm: Arcverse Species: Tokaya Homeworld: Terotewaukia (Teroteaumia system) Age: 26 annua (29 Earth years) Gender (human analogue): cismasculine (he/him, xe/xen*) Height: 1.8 m Weight: 72.5 kg Occupation: Captain and pilot of the starship Free Spirit; freelance cargo-hauler; occasional mercenary; jack-of-all-trades [Suggested Listening: Burn Out Brighter by Anberlin]

Zakane "Zak" Kaiyo is the co-owner, captain, and pilot of the heavily-modified light hauler Aum Hara (otherwise known as the "Free Spirit") and the leader of a small band of freelance spacers that make their home aboard the ship. He's just one more spark in the great spiral; one more restless soul trying to make a living doing what he can in a galaxy that's always moving and yet always standing still. From the Tyrian Shallows to the Drift and everywhere in between, Zak and his small but loyal crew of misfits can be found anywhere something interesting is happening.

Zak's talented -albeit reckless- piloting skills earned himself and his copilot Arkto a spot in the Galactic Spacecraft Pilots Association Hall of Fame, having broken the record for the smallest crewed ship by mass to exceed 10 million times the speed of light with a hyperdrive. His performative stuntwork is also renowned, and he frequently attends the annual Galactic Pilot Convention.

Most of the "swashbuckling freelance ace pilot" tropes apply to this space hobo, whose personal creed is "do good recklessly." His confidence, determination, and cheerful sarcasm make for an extremely charismatic, if reckless, leader. He's very mischievous and likes to get into trouble, but can be relied on to get out of it as quickly as he gets into it… most of the time. Zak acts fearless but, go figure, this man has Attachment Issues. He hates the idea of getting tied down to one place or thing, yet at the same time he is fiercely protective of his crew. (Shhh. Nobody tell him.)

Zak's homeworld is a backwater: connected to the galaxy and participant in its affairs, but hardly anyone there actually got out beyond the system. He was constantly told that he ought to be happy on Terotewaukia, fixing up interplanetary haulers and maybe going to the outer moons of the system once in a while. He and his two best friends always wanted more. The three of them had plans to quietly fix up one of the written-off hauler derelicts on company time and get the hell out, making their way around the wild starry yonder to see what could be seen.

And then one of them decided they wanted to stay and settle down.

That was the last straw for Zak. As soon as the opportunity arose, he and Arkto (his other bff) took off in their souped-up light hauler and never looked back. But once they were out there... Zak came to realize that the galaxy isn't a really adventurous place.

See, Arcverse is a universe that everyone thinks has been more or less figured out. Galactic civilization has been around for something like a million years or so, and the Arcadian Order have been sort of running the Galactic Assembly for about that long (mostly because they got off their planet first and they do a pretty decent job of wrangling the rowdier civilizations with diplomacy). The entire galaxy is, broadly speaking, at peace. The clash of titans already happened; the fate-of-the-galaxy-level stakes were sorted out thousands of generations ago. All the major starfaring powers, while independent in principle, are constrained by the bureaucracy of the Galactic Assembly. There's mild internal turmoil —and there's always an underbelly— but it's still quite tame. There's a whole galaxy out there with lots to see but nothing to really strive for in it.

Zak Kaiyo is someone who desperately, fundamentally, needs to strive. He wants to live fast and die young in a galaxy where everyone lives at a reasonable pace and dies basically never. He exists to challenge the stagnancy of a world that's as close to utopia as it can reasonably be. Zak wants so badly to save the galaxy, but he lives in a galaxy that doesn't need saving. And that's tearing him to pieces.

[nerdygoth77]

Re: Fallout Equines

This might be a bit out there, but do you think there's a similar place for Zebras in the Fallout world? Both in terms of serving those in South-East Africa but also we know from Nuka World's Gazelles and Ghoulrillas that the survival of captive zoo animals is absolutely in play. I imagine the big challenge there is that they aren't really domesticated, but I'm sure over 200 years it could work out?

I have actually thought about this a lot!!! Like a lot, lol

Thank you so so much for your ask!! I love questions like this!! :)

I love the thought of zebras as vicious mounts for the people of the wastelands, but sadly zebras do not have the build to carry weight. They simply are not built for riding, despite what some may say. Why is that? Well! Their bone structure is quite different from horses.

They are incredible equines but they cannot be ridden, nor are they the friendliest or easiest to train. We actually had one come through our rescue a while back and I don't think I've met a more mean and fierce equine. Strongest bite i've ever felt too!! (Luckily I didn't have to experience the kicks) And I've met some real fiery and pissed off equines. So I bet Zebra's would not work out the best for a form of mount or labor, but hybrids? I could see how they would work out well!!

Zorses, a mix between a horse and a zebra, still have some fierce and feral tendencies and can be difficult to train, but they do have the structural build to carry weight and haul. Zonkeys, a mix between a zebra and a donkey would maybe be alright for some forms of labor but their build would not be very good for much carrying. So Zorses would be the best option. Almost all mules are sadly sterile, since they are also a hybrid. So Zorses, I believe, are as well. So it would require a permeant breeder of a horse and a zebra somewhere out there in the wasteland. They'd be harder to find naturally running in herds like horses and zebras do.

I have actually thought about the use of zorses in Nuka World extensively. Like I have written multiple ideas and even a large portion of a fanfiction about these animals. I love to picture zebras and horses, along with donkeys, surviving in and around Nuka World. Just like the Gazelles, Ghoulrillas, and Brahmiluff(mutated buffalo)

I also love to picture the raiders of Nuka World using equines for multiple reasons, especially as mounts.

I have a work in progress fic about my OC overboss of Nuka World, Lilly. And her relationship with Porter Gage and their story of turning Nuka World into a raider empire. In this story they manage to keep all three gangs alive by spreading their territory to the river valley surrounding Nuka World. Taking over the old farmlands and town of Bradberton. In my little fallout world The Pack uses their animals for many many crucial things, like their dogs for hunting and their equines for many different things like mounts and haulers. and I like to think their main mount/riding horses are actually hybrids. Some form of mutated Zorse, maybe they even have mutated enough to breed on their own and have more abilities that Zorses would lack, like extra carrying strength and thicker fur for the appalcian winters. Zorses would already have an incredible advantage over horses, they would be incredibly powerful and vicious animals. They'd have the build of a horse but the viciousness of a zebra, with incredibly strong hooves and teeth that were made for murder. They'd be extra surefooted and muscular, with the ability to survive on little water and limited grass. They'd be harder to train, but in my Au the Pack has a few horse trainers, including an old world horse trainer who is a ghoul OC of mine. They train their zorses not just in bravery, but they are absolutely trained to bite and trample enemies. Their powerful bites, kicks and stomps are taken advantage of by the raiders of Nuka World. I also see The Pack painting the Zorses colorful patterns involving their equine striped patterning.

[sally-the-pack-leader]

A friend of mine suggested I'd make a 2-4-0 locomotive OC based off of Linus(The Brave Locomotive) and Casey Jr.(Dumbo), so I did, lifting my art block(yay!)

Here's some info about him

Name: Colton

Basis: Unknown

Configuration: 2-4-0

Colton was built in the 1800’s somewhere in Europe, then was transferred to America in the late 1900’s to work in a lumber mill as a shunter and hauler. Unfortunately, Colton's life wasn’t very pleasant there; all the abuse he’s been enduring from humans has made him develop anxiety and trust issues. Years later, the mill closed due to a whistleblower exposing the mistreatment being used towards the engines and other vehicles working there, and Colton was destined to be scrapped. Fortunately, Colton was taken off the scrap list, and was instead transferred to a sanctuary railway. It’ll take a while for him to trust humans again someday.

[beelper-owo]

I am now going to post my SCP OCs because I want to and I'm procrastinating from important thing

SCP OCs list:

Isekai'd reality-bending mad scientist looking for cure for her condition creates two test subjects that she gets way too attached to. Abandons said subjects after surprise Foundation visit. Succumbs to powers and fucking DIES (Thanks GOC). (Alice; Named for "Alison" by Elvis Costello)

Failed experiment #2 has attachment issues and is a very willing test subject. Creator/"Mother" made him functionally immortal to try and preserve experiment/not lose data/not die because of ritual to preserve Failed experiment #1/not die because of Failed experiment #1. (Jack/Jack Flash; Named for "Jumpin' Jack Flash" by The Rolling Stones; DO NOT CONFUSE WITH THE OTHER FUCKER NAMED JACK, I WROTE THIS CHARACTER IN 9TH GRADE)

Failed experiment #1 speedruns that one GOC manual thingy. Starts drawing attention to Creator/"Mother". Last straw was when someone almost hit him on a bike, to which he responds by flicking the wheel to turn in front of an oncoming car. Creator sedates him, can't bring herself to kill him, and decides to try storing his soul in his younger brother, Failed experiment #2. Failed experiment #2 is not doing too well because of it. (Jules/Julian; Named for "Hey Jude" by The Beatles)

Failed experiment #2's therapist and friend. Sweet catholic lady. Very accepting. Not anomalous. Great with kids. Friends-to-Close friends-to-Lovers relationship with Former MTF agent. (Valerie Rose; The name sounded pretty, and she is pretty. :3)

Former MTF agent is currently a security guard. Not anomalous. Mixed race Venuzualan-Italian. Parents are first-generation immigrants to America, and therefore he has triple citizenship and is tri-lingual. Will curse you out in all three languages. Nice to his friends, standoffish to others. Was a US Army Ranger before joining the Foundation as an MTF. Got an injury (still deciding what injury) and was placed on security guard duty. Overworked himself, made the injury worse, and is now permanently on security guard duty. Very bitter about it. Friends with Failed experiment #2, Failed experiment #2's therapist, Frankish vampire, and Cursed doctor. (Jean Rocco; Idk I came up with the last name and it sounded cool)

Frankish vampire born 24 years after the fall of the Western Roman empire. Averse to human blood. Survived by living out of caves, sewers, catacombs, etc. and feeding on animal blood. Born with condition, symptoms developed as he aged. Left village after killing a cat out of desperation and hunger. Speaks a mix of Frankish and Medieval Latin. Eventually learns some French as territories/places/people expand. Learns English after being captured by the Foundation in October 2009. Friends with Failed experiment #2, Former MTF agent, and Cursed doctor. (Bertric Bertram; Bert-: "Bright", -ric: "Powerful", -ram: "Active")

Cursed doctor is a medical doctor who accidently pissed off a thaumaturgist and was cursed to go into a trance-like state everyday and carry someone to a random distance away from their original position. Was picked up by the Foundation after the curse led to him getting assault and attempted kidnapping charges. Has chronic pain from being shot in the side during one of these instances. Staff have to be warned everytime he moves to a different site in order to prevent him from being murdered. Is friends with Failed experiment #2, Former MTF agent, and Frankish vampire. (David Dopravce; Dopravce is Czech for "carrier", "hauler", "forwarder", or "conveyer", according to Google Translate)

[pastballads]

mun meme

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍!

★  NAME:  Luan

★  PRONOUNS: He/Him/Dude/Bro/My guy/etc.

★  BEST EXPERIENCE: I... honestly can't think of any? I've had more bad experiences than good. Maybe I'd say when I finally found my footing with independent OCs with Izren and ended up buddies with Bear and his whole entourage of writing partners. I've joined up on Discord servers with people I write with in the past, but I've never had fun like we do on his server. Plus we play D&D!

★  PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord is my go-to if you wanna reach me. I use Tumblr IMs too, though with how they're about as functional as a Bethesda game, I often ask if we can move over to DMs.

I've got my Discord tab open 24/7 on both my laptops, plus I have the app on my phone. I lurk a lot. But nine times outta ten, I'm more of a reactive replier, almost always messaging back rather than messaging first.

★  MOST ACTIVE MUSE: Kouki, always. Getting into the mood with him is so stupidly easy. Put on any rock music, think about any series, play a video game, whatever- and there's always something that makes me do that Leo pointing meme and think "Hey, that gives me ideas for that white-haired little gremlin!"

★  EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS: I've honestly lost track lmao. Ballpark estimate is 11-13 years since I started around 2010 to 2013, with my intro to roleplaying being those ancient Quotev quizzes and the chatroom website Chatzy. If I remember correctly, my first actual RP was either in a Sonic chatroom or a Naruto chatroom. And I've never even watched Naruto- I was going on nothing other than the Fandom Wiki. You could even say that my cringe-worthy OC there was the first iteration of Kouki. Only reason I still remember that chat was one of my writing partners died of some terminal illness. Basically drowned in her own blood.

After that, I moved here to Tumblr. It started with Pokemon blogs... then Steven Universe (where I saw them actively out-toxic the MLP fanbase and drive them out of the fanbase)... then I was the sole Soul Calibur roleplayer... then I made a Skyrim OC based on the Kid Dragonborn mod... then I fell back onto Naruto and joined the fanbase here with more cringy OCs... made my other, still on-going Pokemon blog about eight-ish years ago... joined the JJBA fandom, which was and still is the best fandom I ever joined... then I joined the RWBY fandom... then the BNHA fandom... and now we're here!

★  RP PET PEEVES:

I'm gonna cheat a bit and leave two of Bear's peeves, if only because he completely hits the nail on the head. There's just no better way to put it without rehashing things.

Excessive commentary blogging. Before it was just a lot of dash commentary that had me going 'eh'. But in recent years it's gone past that. I've become disenchanted with blogs that become largely commentary for whatever it is they're doing on Discord. All power to those Discord groups doing what they do! But it reaches a point for me that I don't really see them as indie, and it can feel insurmountable trying to interact with them if you're not entangled with their zig-zagging plotlines.

Blog hoppers. Because for a slow burner and long hauler like myself, they're the most impossible people to write with! Which is a shame, because a lot of the hoppers I come across do seem to have some writing talent to them!

Fandom RP events. When I was younger, I used to love the idea of these big events with their own plotlines and moving parts that anyone could participate in if they wanted to. Galas, holiday parties, festivals- stuff like that.

That lasted until 2018, when I kickstarted Bernadotte's original JJBA blog and brought back my long-running Pokemon blog. In the span of something like 5 months, eight separate RP events happened back-to-back in just the JJBA fandom alone. You can only try to participate and be entirely ignored for so long before it sours your whole outlook.

And I mean entirely. I remember writing twelve different starters that people asked for, responding to numerous open threads and starters, liking many different event starter calls, sending asks- the whole shebang. Not even once did I get anything back. If you enjoy fandom RP events, more power to you. But I've been burned too many times to even want to try.

★   PLOTS OR MEMES: Doesn't matter to me! Either way is great! Back in the day, I relied heavily on memes without any ideas for plot, just sending in whatever sounded like something my muse would say. Basically "Oops! All Memes!" Now? I put more thought into things. Overthink things too.

Receiving memes? I almost always ask if there was a reason or an idea driving my partners to send in that specific thing 'cause you never know, y'know? They usually do. But it really doesn't matter to me if they do or don't. I'm just happy to write with y'all.

★  ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: There's a little bit of me in every one of my muses! An example off the top of my head? Kouki is based on how I was as a kid his age. Corbin was inspired by my high school years, my love for old books and poetry, and my music tastes. My Pokemon OC was straight-up a self-insert when I started that blog. Tino came from my RWBY days and my absolute love for weaponry.

They've all got fragments of me in 'em!

tagged by: @dcviated Thanks bear! tagging: @pluviacuratio, @boomermania, @remunporium, @caestusvulpes, @fctedivided, @monmuses, and anybody else that wants to do it!

[afteriwake]

The Basics -- 2, 8, 9

The Specifics -- 18, 19, 20

2: Are you a pantser or plotter? Pantser. That's probably why I have so many WIPs where I go back to them and I'm all "Where the fuck was I going with this?"

8. Oldest WIP: Oh lord. I think I have some Buffyverse WIPs that I need to dig out of the text file from my old Yahoo Group alternabuffyfic, but the oldest one I have (from when I started writing it) is "Urge To Fight," which is a CSI: NY/Startgate Atlantis fic that I will finish one day. The oldest WIP I have on AO3 chronologically is "When In University..." a Pondlock xfic which I was going to turn into an original fic because I got told Sherlock was too OOC...then series 3 & 4 happened and I was vindicated that he's a soft little meow meow under it all, so fuck all the haters of that fic it's getting finished in the near future.

9. Current WIP: "What Stork Brings," a Star Trek AOS Spirk fic about them adopting twins. It was recently featured on a reblog by the Tumblr user who came up with the original post that inspired it, so I've gotten a lot of kudos and comments on it and, internet and writing time willing, I'm considering doing it for WIPBB this year. So no updates until September, but it would be finished.

18. If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about? I wanna write with my personal fic gremlin @strangelock221b! We have a series she drops the occasional fic in (The Best Laid Plans), but that's mostly my baby. I don't know what we'd right about...maybe a new series with her OC Leland and Mary Bennet, or something in the Star Trek AOS verse or the MCU. The possibilities are endless!

19. How do you keep yourself motivated? Honestly? I've been super unmotivated since, like, May of last year, when I got COVID and developed long hauler symptoms. I will probably start working more once I have housing, since it's super hard for me to not write on a table/flat surface, and I'm stuck at the shelter without internet most of the time (plus right now I'm putting most of my energy into finding housing before we need to leave the shelter). But right now I have an Urge to be artistic, so I'm probably going to work on 2023 WIPBB art claims and fanmixes for a bit and work on "What Stork Brings" when I can fully charge my laptop and sit at the dining room table, which is stuff I can do with a minimal need to be online.

20. How many WIPs and story ideas do you have? I have between 65 - 70 published WIPs up on AO3, I think. I haven't checked in a while. I also have a HUGE folder of prompts that I've been trying to whittle down by giving them to Molly Hooper Appreciation week participants in our new December round, though @apromptadaykeepstheblockaway (which is my newest prompt blog) and just to friends of mine who want simple prompts that they can apply to any ship/fandom.

A Writer’s Ask Game

[aloe-vera-7]

All of my OCs

The Choreographer (scugsona)

The Choreographer is a creative, optimistic, and reasonable slugcat that was adopted by an iterator named Four Stacked Voices (FSV) after their family lost them inside FSV's superstructure when they were just a pup. They found an interest in music when FSV introduced them to hymns. Over the cycles, they have been studying music composition and even composed a few pieces. They collect blank data pearls to write music on, often getting those pearls from the local scavenger colony they're allied with near FSV's superstructure. One time, after gifting a few pearls to the local scavenger colony, Choreographer received a “peace treaty” (let’s be honest, it was just a gift), a jacket with a glyph on the back that symbolizes their alliance with the colony.

Lore: How Choreographer got their scar

The Locator

Locator lived in a colony as a gatherer during expeditions, but after the expedition group had gotten to a scavenger toll without enough resources to pass, they were forced to scavenge for more resources, in which they found a bomb.

They carefully made their way back to the scavenger toll. But unfortunately, they tripped, and the bomb went off in their paw, injuring their entire right arm and blinding them permanently.

The colony successfully helped treat their wounds, but it was too late for their eyes. Now having to live in darkness forever, Locator adapts by gaining greater spatial awareness and more sensitive hearing.

Lore: How Locator lost their sight

The Tamer

A wild slugcat from a distant colony that has an expertise in taming creatures, whether it be lizards, squidcadas, or even vultures, when they tamed an entire yellow lizard pack, their colony wasn’t happy at the amount of lizards, and they got kicked out, leaving them homeless.

After their lizard pack dissolved, they were able to tame a red lizard by saving its babies from a white lizard. The slugcat and the red lizard became acquaintances and they took care of the red lizard babies together.

Unfortunately, many cycles later, the babies died due to a shelter failure while they were away hunting for food, and now they wander the land together, without a purpose.

Lore: How Tamer met Scarlette the red lizard

The Colony Expedition Group

Lore:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

The Gatherer / Brute

Past: Witness's younger sibling, being abandoned by their parents before they could even remember, thus, never knowing they had parents in the first place. They were raised in a colony with Witness, and looks up to them and striving to be just like them. They were optimistic and cheery, but childish and cowardice. They loved hanging out with people and making friends, so they quickly gained a good reputation in the colony. They have a lucky spear, which is a sharpened rod of rebar with a green cloth tied on the end. The spear they never lost, the spear that helped them kill a green lizard, the spear that's kept them safe when Witness couldn't. They believed this spear was magical (it isn't, they were just lucky). Although they weren't as familiar with Hauler and Warrior like Witness was, they were ecstatic when they were finally invited to participate in their first expedition, with them. But a while in, they found that one particular region proved to be too much for them, after being warned it was very dangerous and unexplored.

Future: The cycle had taken a toll on their mental state, their realization that their life was just death and rebirth forever had ruined their optimistic take on life. Gatherer had grown to hate the colony, they despised the name the colony had given them, so they changed their name to "The Brute". They no longer believed their "lucky spear" was lucky at all, but they still kept the green cloth because it still held a sentiment to them. They were desperate at this point. Eventually, they finally escaped, almost being impaled by a King Vulture harpoon that grazed their right cheek. They had grown up, their fur had dulled from the dirt and grim from the region (also because of age).

The Witness

Past: Acting as Gatherer's guardian after their parents abandoned them, they've become overprotective of Gatherer, as they're the only thing the have left. After wandering into a colony, they were happily accepted and raised there. On their first expedition, Gatherer gifted them their favourite blanket (washed, of course) to remember them by if they ever miss their younger sibling. Wearing it as a bandana ever since. They are best friends with Hauler, but they have a bad reputation of Warrior, often bickering and arguing for petty reasons, such as Warrior's bad taunts at both them and Gatherer. They usually take the role of a scout during expeditions, due to their higher agility and focus.

Future: Now a parent of an energetic green slugpup, their fur dulled from age and their bandana worn-out. Having to live without their younger sibling for many cycles, they relinquished on getting Gatherer back in exchange for raising their child.

The Hauler

A caring and determined slugcat, likes to indulge in simpler aspects of life when they aren't helping the colony out, resulting in a pudgy build, but don't underestimate their strength. They often joke around, but can be serious and supportive when needed. They hate Witness's and Warrior's bickering, they often try to help the two resolve their conflict, but most of the time, to no avail.

The Warrior

A hotheaded but laidback slugcat with an affinity for expeditions, they love action and often take the role as a fighter during them. Hauler's best friend, but rival of Witness, often bickering due to petty things. They HATE being made fun of, but unfortunately, their height makes them an easy target. They usually scruff their hair to hide their cowlick, being insecure about it. They make a ton of jokes, and uses dark humor a lot, not taking dire situations seriously, to the point where it may ruin their friendships.

The Scrapper

An often quiet and reserved slugcat that likes blacksmithing, although not liking interactions all that much, they help out the colony quite a bit by supplying them with spears and what not.

The Tutelar

A devoted leader of the colony, organizes most colony expeditions, but is growing old and weary. Many have suggested they retire soon, including their own child, Scrapper, but Tutelar is adamant on keeping their role, even if it kills them.

[serpercival]

I'm working on-and-off on a fic with OCs that's set in the Doctor Who universe's 24th century, and I think I've landed the right vibe because all of the four main characters are fucking bonkers

Rayne, who was originally for my 2023 Paul Spragg submission, is a renegade Time Lord not by choice, but because they inadvertently exploded half their graduating class (nobody died! there were only minor injuries...), were made to work for the CIA because of it, and then had their first regeneration in the Fourth Doctor's presence and got fucked up by it.

AJ, who's a long-standing OC of mine, is a brilliant biotech researcher, but is also completely fucking stupid (they are permanently blind in their right eye thanks to an incident involving a crate of explosives and a pile of scrap wood when they were ~8 on their family farm).

Skaeya (SKEY-a) is an outcast Silurian who puts on exhibitions with dinosaurs at local rodeo shows. I don't think I need to say any more about her other than that she's awesome and I love her.

Finally, Korvi, a former Lupari scout and salvage hauler, who 1) fell miserably in love with his species-bond, AJ, 2) almost exclusively salvaged Cybermen and kept getting in deep shit for it because they would still be alive, and 3) is now working at the same research firm as AJ, trying to put everything he's learned about Cybermen to use. He is a wet little man of a character but deeply loyal and I want him to be my friend.

You can find all the lads made in HeroForge below the break, in the same order :)

[potterywalrus]

Hey there folks! It's been a while, but anyone interested in a star wars/Trekkie/Mass Effect type OC scifi setting? 

The edges still need smoothing out - I adore being ask questions, it really helps me worldbuild, and I'm not great at the minutae of galactic politics even though I can spin out characters like a mfer. I also have a list of characters (by no way definitive, I'm always happy to make yet more) and a handful of loose plot ideas and tropes I like.

I'd prefer you to be playing a human OC, mostly because I love interspecies friendships and romances, and it would be nice for such a pair to get along. I'm not particularly against nfsw scenes, but unless we immediately click really really well, I like to go for slow burn going into anything like that. 

Htmu for current OCs and their associated species

Some plot ideas (with the species most suited): 

First contact at school - early contact on earth, the Womperjess send many of their adolescents and juveniles to earth schools and colleges to learn alongside human youths. Maybe be someone helping them settle in? 

Mixed species pan-planetary university, settling into dorms and making friends (Doll!Azurite, Womperjess, Karsp) 

Fresh off the dirt - Adventures of the JIS Calliope, cargo hauler and occasional asteroid miner. (See OC list for Jute and Falcia crew members, other species besides human welcome.) 

Escaping the past (Helping Callah, raptori former slave, flee from his former owners) 

Black ops and dirty deals (Karsp and Ostrom, as well as Ajax the Jute) - hiring dangerous people for dangerous work or working with them. They probably need a good medic, in their line of work. 

Corporate intrigue - famous Javeen heiress seeks encouraging, plain-speaking friend and/or private investigator to help reconnect with her estranged, prideful, brilliant cousin. (Other species besides human welcome.) 

I'm a MASSIVE sucker for hurt/comfort heavy on the comfort end - I really like fixing up hurt characters, but I haven't the stomach for a lot of detailed whump like some of y'all. Mostly I just like people getting along and fighting together against the odds. 

As to myself, I'm a bisexual 34 year old transman (you anti-queer, don't look here) living in the UK, and you can call me Mal. I prefer to RP via email (bastloki@gmail.com) or gdocs, but I will attempt Discord only on the promise that no posts will be deleted without warning, except for those misposted or misclicked, if that makes sense. I've had some bad experiences. 

Don't hesitate to hit me up and I hope we have fun! 

[electronzekrom]

I haven't posted any art in a while- let's change that! Meet Wen-Khan, an Osmosis Jones OC I made way back during the pandemic. So, you can probably guess what kind of virus she is...

Aaaaand because of that, I've been really nervous about posting this, because even though we've been out of the pandemic for a while now, there are still people who lost loved ones or could be long-haulers. So, I didn't want to upset anyone. (And if this is upsetting/offensive, please let me know and I'll take it down ASAP.)

But I've had her for quite some time now, and as a result I have plenty to share about her, so stay tuned!

[gooeykit]

tell me about the most evil oc you have other than the babies

Hmm probably the villains for my main story, Soulset Assunder, who are contributors to the interplanetary slave trade among other many human rights violations.

Adler is most heavily intwined with the trade, being that he's the head of one of the largest branches. He also has no qualms with any methods, as he arranges for abductions as well as trading stock & also works with Maxwell, helping him with his shipments. Adler is the reason for the loss of Oren's biological children, as they were abducted by him and his men, as well as abducting Rea's biological mother and brother. Eventually, after Oren and Rea both save their respective families and Rea is reestablishing his relationship to his own, Adler and Rudy has the two killed as a warning that, since neither of them can defeat the team, they'll instead just begin targeting the people they love unless they disband and quit interfering, causing Reagan to run away just as he's about an adult.

Between a few fights between Adler and Oren, Adler is heavily wounded & requires multiple body prosthetics, particularly the loss of half his face after Oren shoved it into the rotor of the engine to a large spaceship, and some of his limbs after being caught under rubble. After surviving these, he is then forced to escape into a low oxygen environment where his brain is suffocated and damaged. He ends up being found and brought to an illegal fight ring on a moon, though I havent decided if it's earth moon or not. His prosthetics are made to be more brutal and Adler, in his confused state, is made into their new champion. I don't know if at this point Oren would also have his prosthetic or not (his shin got crushed under a blast door, but its removed above the knee due to circumstance), and I'm unsure if Oren himself has the final battle with him at all, but its a parallel I enjoy. Regardless, they kill Adler in the fight ring, though its partially to put him out of his misery, as in his state he's only aggressive out of fear and confusion and doesn't remember his prior life as a slave owner and trader.

Maxwell is a scientist and deals in illegal genetic engineerings. He's very unfeeling and apathetic, and uses his experiments as a means of entertainment, pushing whatever piece of biology and physiologu he can. He funds himself through the slave trade, working with Adler among others. His export is a sub-human race of superhumans called 'overhaulers', which are physiologically NOT human so that they don't count as human right violations in a case where they are discovered. On top of this, 'haulers are all made to mature and die fast as a form of planned obsolescence. A 'hauler is huge, strong & analytical, making them fast learners. Their bodies also don't register feelings of exhaust & have high pain tolerance, making them all hyper-insomniacs & damaging them from unrecognized over-exertion. On top of this they all have slow metabolisms so as to need to feed them less. Easy to say, shit's fucked for them. Anyways, Sammy is a 'hauler who was rescued without knowledge of the whole situation, save for Codi. A piece of Codi's backstory, which she tries to keep secret as long as she can, is that she formerly worked for Maxwell, but then ran away when she learned the truth of her job & was placed in mortal danger by Maxwell and his men. I digress, Sammy and Codi are both also unfeeling and apathetic, as well as both sharing interest in their respective sciences, they both share in his albeit accidental defeat.

Rudy works in spiritual tech, funding herself through weaponry and pseudo assassinations, though her main goal is to find a vessel to mend all humanity into one entity, essentially a router for a hivemind. Rudy's weaponry deals with weaponized ghosts, honing those with high trauma and projecting them into others, either making them dangerous to themself or others, or breaking someone or their team enough to make them a non-issue. Regardless, this makes it the afflicted's fault for anything wrong to happen and the consequential legalities cannot be blame on her or who she works for. She finds this potential in Reagan as he's able to succesfully serve vessel to foreign souls. She makes it her prerogative to meddle with him and in his life to get results she wants, going as far as to make a robo-doppleganger of Rea's father, Oren, after abducting him while Rea's ran away, only for RobOren to gradually become a tortmentor & bring Reagan back to his life as a mercenary he grew up with. Once Rea discovers this, it sends him spiraling into obsession and aggression, eventually saving Oren, who's been degrading in a small cell for some years, and killing Rudy. During their confrontation she reveals her plans were something that, for some parts, Reagan would have agreed with, and her reasons were not bad but mislead her. Reagan's already become an abuser at this point and he knows it, him being able to empathize with someone who caused him so much strife does not help with his self image, and aids in his later suicide, using her tech.

SS has a sequel story with Sammy as a supporting character and I want to have the villains for that be similar levels to these ones, but they arent even conceptualized at this point.