#my oc clones aren't into it though

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

I don’t know how Micahdak would even work, but it is fucking funny.   

Time for more salt and violence :DDDD

7. Which character did you begin to hate not because of canon but how the fandom acts about them?

15. That one thing you see in fanart all the time

19. You're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

7. Which character did you begin to hate not because of canon but how the fandom acts about them?

I find myself VERY RESISTANT to this kind of shit so when the universe makes me feel like I want to hate a character I kind of go the opposite direction and love them harder than any of their fans.

For example I see so many infuriating takes with Catra and Hordak but I REFUSE to hate them. I insist on loving them more for all of their flaws, to be the one who loves them most for their character. I fucking adore those characters.

Maybe my opinion would be different if I was saturated by fandom like all the realtime watchers were? Like I'd be worn down.

I'm trying to think of other characters this DOES apply to.

For a show I'm genuinely obsessed with - The closest might be Lemongrab in AT fandom, he was super woobiefied by some people and some of those people were not particularly good to me or to the AT crew (talking events that happened over 10 years ago). I will be real it's nothing on the scale of what happened in shera fandom, and I still love Lemongrab as a character, but I avoid making anything with him in it because I don't want his fans to speak to me. Hoping the situation is different now.

There's also Simon Laurent from Infinity Train. I never particularly LIKED Simon, I find him interesting, but FUCKING HELL. TAKE ALL OF THE ABOVE CHARACTERS AND MULTIPLY IT BY 100. I was still getting messages from the "Simon Anon" A FEW WEEKS AGO SAYING THAT I NEED TO BOYCOTT INFINITY TRAIN because the creators said some stupid ableist about Simon, which they did, BUT IT'S NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY LEAVE ME ALONE. Anyone who is a Simon stan is usually completely terrifying, and is occasionally racist or sexist depending on their stance on Grace while defending their precious white boy. Once I entered a server and someone IMMEDIATELY asked me what my thoughts on Simon were, they were completely ready to start a fight with me over it and I've never felt more terrified in my life.

I also got sick and tired of Hunter quickly for pretty much the same reasons as Simon, though he's not written to be an evil incel like Simon, he REALLY IS the woobie boy that everyone considers him to be adn that's why I don't like him. I appreciate his character arc but ehhhhhh I couldn't stand him until the end of season 2 and during season 3 where it finally got past the "im going to be MURDERED by BELOS if i dont do EVERYTHING IMMEDIATELY" phase. The reason Catra never falls into this category for me is because she had supervillain energy and tried so so hard to regain agency and she kicked Hordak's ass and opened the Portal. Hunter meanwhile takes every hit, and I just... it is painful to watch, especially having been in situations of fear and psychological abuse. I don't enjoy it and I don't enjoy the fandom's TERRIFYING OBSESSION with him.

Zuko is almost a character I don't like. There is no anti-fandom for Zuko so I have no reason to stubbornly love him. People always compare every redemption arc to Zuko and I am fucking sick of it.

15. That one thing you see in fanart all the time

If it's a group it's ALWAYS Best Friend Squad 4 man, which makes sense I guess since theyre The Main Group but like... Q_Q i just want to include Entrapta and Scorpia and make it a BFS/SPT combo. Is that self indulgent of me? Especially when it's S5 fanart, I want more Entrapta because she was basically with them the entire time! Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!! I have a lot of thoughts on "4 man BFS" as an entity and why it works as an answer to s1, and why it doesn't work so well in s5, and why I am sad there was no s5 closure to sPT even if that is a dead sPT i just wanted one more scene--

wait that's not really what this question is about, we are crossing into canon wishlist but also fanfic modern AU territory and ALLLLL of my annoyances with how Adora and Catra's friend groups are treated in those. Like how Bow, Glimmer, Scorpia, and Entrapta are supposed to be their BEST FRIENDS but all become irrelevant and straight up absent once Catradora are together. Uhhh...

Okay more about Entrapta, a pet peeve is when people give her Normal Hair. Like, not absolutely insanely long rapunzel hair. Just normal hair. IT'S NOT RIGHT--- i guess people find it hard to draw her hair if they're going for a more realistic style?

I actually like most She-ra art I see though. It's very rare I see something that annoys me. There's not enough fanart posted in this fandom recently for me to have seen something that grinds my gears. All the catradora art is fucking gorgeous. I don't look at nsfw so I have absolutely no thoughts about any weird tropes like I would for other fandoms like AT where the fandom was a lot straighter and drew more demeaning stuff including the girls.

19. You're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I can hear Kan yelling at me to post Entrapdak under this heading. Fuck you, Entrapdak is great!

I don't have any really wild out there crackships, I don't have any "problematic pairings", but I usually get self conscious and cautious when I post Catrapta, or any Entrapta x a member of BFS stuff, LMAO. Even the normal fluffy stuff but especially the sex headcanon post yesterday with Catrapta. The issue is a lot of the time people are like "she's way older than the others???" and either I have to say "actually, that was a post by a character designer with no evidence in the show--" and I look like an idiot trying to justify something wrong, or I just say "theyre both somewhere in their 20s" and get it over with.

But I ship all of the princesses with each other, I especially think Entrapta x Everyone is fucking hilarious, just go off girl. I'm not ashamed of that per se, it's just some people in this fandom have a stick up their ass with anything that isn't a Certified Canon Pairing.

Now if you want something I do enjoy and am mildly disturbed by that, it's Seadak. Sea Hawk x Hordak. And also x Micah. Just pair the dads together. They have never interacted but isn't it fucking brilliant????

[spider-jaysart]

Okay soooo, first time I'm doing something like this, but I wanna introduce a fave oc of mines today that I've been working on for a longtime now :)

Her name is Nadja Al Ghul-Wayne-Kent and she's a Damijon kid

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@camo-wolf @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65

The name Nadja means "hope" in Arabic. My very dear friend @theredheaded-stuff was the one who helped me pick it. And her hero name is Super Canyon, which is inspired by the Canyon Wren bird

(More under the cut)

(Edited some stuff on this post now btw)

Backstory:

After being inspired by the story of how Kon was created, a secret group of no good scientists, who just love causing chaos with many of their inventions, decided one day to create a mixed clone of both Damian and Jon, thinking they can do better than Lex did, so they collected both of the boys DNA's after one of their recent battles in public and got to work. Once their experiment was supposed to be done, they saw that their machine had actually created a baby girl instead of a grown, powerful clone like they had wanted, so they were ready to dispose of her as a failed subject, but were suddenly stopped just on time by Damian and Jon who broke into the place and kicked their butts after finding out that a recently committed crime they were investigating was caused by them. When they were done, the boys found Nadja and were surprised to find out she's a clone related to them both. They decided to take her with them and made her their daughter to raise together after that.

Personality:

She's helpful, stubborn, is as intelligent as Damian is, friendly but also tough when she needs to be, observant, sometimes a little too honest about things but doesn't always mean it as rude, courageous (a trait that can be pretty helpful sometimes, but also get her into really big trouble during dangerous situations too), a prankster, and very protective of others, especially her loved ones

Abilities and skills:

She has the usual Kryptonian abilities, which are flying, super strength, superhearing, superspeed, superbreath, ice breath, invulnerablity, x-ray vision, and laser vision that's purple instead of the usual red (because Lois has purple eyes, so it's something unique that was passed onto her that way). Sometimes they don't always work though and can accidentally get out of hand too since she's still growing and learning, but Jon aways tries his best to help her get better at using and controlling them. Nadja also uses many concentrating tips from Damian too for improvement, like meditating for example and other things like that, and he helps her practice them

And because she's half Kryptonian, she also has a couple of unlocked special abilities of her own too, which is invisiblity, the ability to phase through walls and objects, plus the power to also transfer the heat of her laser vision into the palm of her hands to burn who or whatever she touches and she can also let it absorb her whole body too if she wants, which makes her even more untouchable and at the same time lets her release a strong fiery blast around herself onto enemies or incoming threats (her body glows completely purple whenever she does this and if it's just her hands, the same happens to them too). Nadja hasn't been able to properly master these special powers yet though, only one of them, which is the invisiblity one

For skills, thanks to teachings from Damian, plus Talia whenever she visits her, Nadja knows how to use a sword and fight well in combat in case her powers aren't working the way she urgently needs them to during patrols and missions

Random facts:

She calls Damian Baba and Jon Dad.

She calls Clark "Grampops" and Bruce "Grampbats". For Talia, she calls her "Grandmother" and for Lois, she calls her "Grandmama".

Her best friend is her same age Cousin Dick II, the Son of her much older Cousin Jake Grayson and his Wife Meredith Robinson. In the Batfamily (besides Damian), she's close with all her Aunt and Uncles. And for the Al Ghul's, she also gets excited whenever she visits Talia and Ra's. And while she definitely also gets along a lot with her other relatives who are in the Superfamily, the person she's most closest to there (besides Jon ofc) is Kon, due to them both being created as clones meant for evil but turned out good instead, which got them to bond even more as Uncle and Niece.

Her voice sounds like Clementine's from Telltales the walking dead games, but specifically the version of it from season 2 for the tween age she's in right now.

She has messy hair like Jon when she lets it loose. Jon is the one who always has to brush her hair whenever it gets tangled up, since the steel strength of it is just too difficult for Damian to actually handle himself.

Nadja laughs at Damian's jokes all the time since she gets his dark humor and he loves that. They always laugh a lot about it together but when Jon's around, they're Iike "You wouldn't get it" and he gets all offended.

Jon passed his love for noodles onto Najda and Damian's usually like "That's not healthy!!" And tries cooking her vegetarian meals more often or healthy ones that Talia would used to make him back when he was a kid, just so that Najda will eat real food lol. Najda also really loves the meals that comes from Damian's culture too and gets happy whenever he makes them for dinner.

For nicknames, Jon will sometimes call her "Sweetpea", "Sugar cookie", and "Tootsie pops", while Damian calls her "Habibti", "Thamin" (meaning "precious" in Arabic), and "Galbi" (which means "my heart" in Arabic)

Damian matches his outfits with Nadja all the time just like Talia would always used to do with him when he was a little kid. He does this with Jon included too and they take pictures together.

When making her hero suit, Damian was the one who helped Nadja out in drawing the designs and brainstormed ideas with her. When she had finally found one she liked and was ready to make it, Damian and Jon could've helped her sew it and everything, but they didn't have many materials that she could use or a sewing machine either, only a regular sewing kit that they use to fix up their own suits whenever they get damaged, so they let her make it with Ma's help instead at her place when they visit her and Pa again, since she actually owned a machine and also had a sewing room filled with many useful materials. When asked, Ma didn't mind letting Nadja use her stuff at all and was instead delighted about it since it would just give them the chance to spend time with eachother while doing one of her favorite hobbies together.

And next time, while having their usual Mother and Son days out together, Talia helped Damian pick out the sarong skirt for Nadja while hanging around stores, since they thought it would be nice for her to have one. Jon was the one who bought Nadja the red sneakers while shopping together with Kathy, since it reminded him of Kathy's old purple, rainbow ones, but with a twist of red thrown onto it, which also reminded him a lot of his favorite old ones that he used to always wear as a kid too. Dick and Cyborg helped her insert digital tech into her cuffs, which lets out hologram screens that let her know whenever she's over using her powers since she's still mastering them and it does plenty of other useful things for her too.

Najda was also given a mask to go with her suit at first too since she thinks it's annoying to wear glasses in her regular life everyday, but then it got lost during a fight and some villains saw her face, so she was still forced to go with the glasses route in the end anyways.

As adults, Jon's a scientist and Damian's a veterinarian. Najda likes visiting both of her Dads at their day jobs after school and doing her homework there while they work. She always promises to behave and not get in the way and if she has no work to do, she'll help them out too, which they appreciate. She also loves watching what they do and let's them happily explain their favorite stuff about the job to her. She knows a lot about taking care of animals and science because of this.

Nadja loves music and making it too. She even thinks about playing rock music for a living when she grows up. Damian and Jon support her in this and buy her the instruments she needs and they also listen to her songs when she wants to show it off to them. Because of them being in a band themselves back when they were kids, Damian, Jon, Chris, and Jake give her lessons sometimes on how to better play her instruments.

Civilians and especially interviewers always question about how they had Nadja and just assume that she's adopted or assume that just because she looks more like Damian, she's probably from a secret ex girlfriend he had before being with Jon. The last one annoys both Damian and Jon so much, especially Jon since Nadja is actually his kid too and he gets jealous at the thought of the ridiculous idea. Both him and Damian hate these rumors and just want everyone to mind their own business.

[verpineshatterrifle]

ok here's the thing though

mandalorian culture (legends) is real

i know that sounds like cringe nerd bullshit but no listen to me. i'm dead serious. mandalorian culture is set up in such a way, revolving around being able to adapt, to welcoming anyone who wants to be mandalorian, that it escaped fiction.

what do you have to do to be a mandalorian? easy. wear the armor, speak the language, invest in being able to defend yourself, educate the next generation, support your tribe, rally to your leader when called.

i just spent three days with a bunch of freakin nerds who banded together (two different tribes, under a leader) to wear armor, go on 'bounty hunts' (its a con game) to raise money for charity. there was an educational panel about mandalorian history and culture. all of them would know exactly what i was saying if i said 'vod,' 'kandosii,' or 'oya'.

we raised $1565 total over the weekend for a mental health charity by bounty hunting. and then we went and ate a ton of food and got drunk and told terrible jokes and did it all again the next day. my flight suit is currently washed and drying.

i just spent three days Being As Mandalorian As Possible

mandalorian culture is centered around Knowing and Remembering. if you remember the dead, they aren't fully gone from you. to love someone is to know them. mandalorian culture isn't tied to a biology, it's not necessarily inherited.

"Here's why you can't exterminate us, aruetii. We're not huddled in one place—we span the galaxy. We need no lords or leaders—so you can't destroy our command. We can live without technology—so we can fight with our bare hands. We have no species or bloodline—so we can rebuild our ranks with others who want to join us. We're more than just a people or an army, aruetii. We're a culture. We're an idea. And you can't kill ideas—but we certainly can kill you." ―Ranah Teh Naast (Mandalore the Destroyer)

'you can't kill me in a way that matters' ass motherfuckers

so when people bring up what the clone wars and disney in general have done to mandalorians, how they got retconned into a way lamer version that doesn't have any of the stuff that people LOVE about legends mandos, yeah, i hate it too!! it's worse and it sucks that there's this weirdly racist human-centric version of mandalorians with none of the best things about mandalore that the monopoly corporation is using now

but like. whatever.

legends is still real, still exists. you can still write fanfic as if its the 2000s, can still get a little too crazy about the culture. you can do art about characters disney doesn't recognize, what are they gonna do, stop you? make a wookie mando oc. it's good for your health. write poetry in mando'a. the mouse can't fuckin stop you.

i know it's important to not just ignore the nastier implications of the canon/legends split and retcons, but disney didn't Kill Legends.

we're a culture. we're an idea. and you can't kill ideas.

[theghostbunnie]

I've been telling anyone who will listen to me for years how I never believed Fiona's universe was just a genderbent version of Finn's bc the personality changes would be too drastic sometimes and I know adventure time is partly written as it goes along but let me have this !

Fiona isn't even a Finn multiverse variant, she's BASED off of Finn. Where as the rest of the multiverse is made by wishes, so I see it kinda like making a clone of a clone, Fiona's universe is "hand made" so to speak. Something I find interesting is, everyone in it, instead of having the deep lore and backstories as the OG universe (the one they were based off of) they seem to get the simplified "what a viewer would assume/all they'd get to know in the first few seasons of watching adventure time."

Fiona and Cake aren't referred to as sisters, even when their universe had magic. When it went without, cake turned into her pet cat. Similar to how as a little kid watching the first season, you just thought Jake was Finn's talking dog.

Fiona didn't get the last name Mertins because in her original magical universe I'm betting the human Island, bio parents' backstory, deep lore about the mushroom war and the vampires just don't exist there. Similar to how when you were watching the first seasons of adventure you don't really question how Finn got there, or all of ooo. It's just boy in magical land.

Also I am willing to die on this hill Gumball/Gary and Princess bubblegum have next to nothing in common. Even in his first appearances in the main series, Gumball was acting snooty and prissy, what young veiwers thought princess bubblegum to be in the earliest seasons. Gumball/Gary in the new series has very few of Princess bubblegum's traits, especially a lack of being a scientist or abrasive bluntness, or a whole list of things. Don't get me wrong I'm not saying he's shallowly written compared to her! Just different, easily embarrassed and a writer instead, infact! All his lil candy ocs.

The character with the biggest differences though?? Cake and Jake. These are two COMPLETELY separate personalities to me.

So to tie this back to my earlier point of this universe being "hand made" and the more intriqure details being more naturally unique and simple than a carbon genderbent copy, I think Prismo put the least amount of work into Cake. (So her as a living creature developed a personality naturally, not that she doesn't have one bc Prismo didn't give her one manually)

Prismo and Jake were friends, I'm sure he's mourned him and misses him. So why would he torture himself/Disrespect someone he knew personally by making a new one? That wouldn't be fun, and that's arguably the whole reason he made Fiona's world. To have fun making something. That's why I think it doesn't have that depth and darkness Finn's world has, it's just "girl in magical land."

[sith-shenanigans]

@commanderfoxtheshield There is a universe (read: SW5e server) where she basically is and it has caused so much trouble for everyone forever

Alright, reblog and tag with the previous person's OC that is basically a canon character to you

[stars-n-spice]

Clone OCs: Dawn Company

I made these guys waaay back in March (?) of last year and for some reason never posted them here-

Randomly I decided to go back to them because I think I stopped working on them simply because I couldn't decide on a name for the group/color scheme but I got ideas and the time/motivation to digitalize my initial doodles, so introducing Dawn Company!

Dawn company specializes in relief missions and refugee relocation, so they typically don't see a lot of action. Doesn't mean they aren't prepared to handle the worst though! Debating whether or not they're part of the 187th (hence the purple), but we shall see.

Check out Dusk Company as well!

Closeups and brief Introductions under the cut!

Commander Prince:

- He's a little stuck up so of course he's named something pretentious

- Always trying to one up other Commanders (he's not very liked but he could care less) - 8W7 on Enneagram

- Nobody tell anyone he has a soft spot

- Constantly stressed by his need to perform and outdo others (hence why he's already graying)

- People who don't know him will probably think he's annoying as hell but once you get close to him, he's actually not that bad

- High maintenance clone so he doesn't mind being in charge of relief missions and what not

Tailbone:

- Earned his name after shattering his tailbone when he ran backward into a parked gunship (has never lived it down)

- You can call him 'TB' for short or 'T-Bone'

- 2w1 on Enneagram

- Big old sweetheart though

- Their strategist and resident babysitter because he's good with kids (as much as he doesn't want to admit it)

Kes + Spice:

- Kes just thought the name was cool (maybe it's short for 'Kessel' idk)

- Spice is sugar and spice and everything nice, so it's a fitting name for him (does he do the drug? who knows.)

- Kes is a 1W2 on the Enneagram

- Spice is a 7W6 on the Enneagram

- Spice is always trying to get Kes to lighten up a little since Kes tends to take things a little too seriously

- Kes just wants to sleep and get missions done

- Yes, Kes is already graying (Spice has offered to dye it, Kes refuses)

- Spice is their sharpshooter

ARC Trooper Spider:

- Got his name/scars from a spider droid

- Is partially blind in the left eye

- Dyes hair that color

- 2W3 on the Enneagram

- A cool older vod kind of guy, he's someone you can and want to look up to

- Will call you out on your bullshit though

- You don't want to get on his bad side, he'll make your life a living hell if you do

Otto:

- Name is loosely inspired by 'octopus' because he tends to multitask

- Their "technical" guy

- 5W6 on the Enneagram

- Can and will talk your ear off if you let him (about anything and everything)

- Super organized and will go a little crazy when his brothers mess up his things or leave stuff lying around the barracks

- Voice of reason (hardly anyone listens to him though)

Yara + Mav:

- Yara is a medic and is named after a plant

- Mav is a pilot; his name is short for "Maverick"

- Yara once saved Mav's life and now Mav feels indebted to him (even though Yara insists he was just doing his job and wishes Mav would just leave him alone)

- Yara is a 2W1 on the Enneagram

- Mav is a 7W8 on the Enneagram

- Mav would kin Lightning McQueen probably

- Got both of their scars in the same accident; Mav from blaster shots and Yara from a vibroknife

Medbay:

- Got his name because he spends a lot of time in the medbay

- Has the worst luck (but it somehow still alive??) and is very accident prone

- 6W7 on the Enneagram

- High pain tolerance thankfully

- A little bit of a nervous wreck but he's doing his best

- Honestly could be a medic himself with how much time he spends in the medbay watching stuff being performed on him

- Big sweetheart though and cares a lot for his brothers

[staycalmandhugaclone]

You'll Have to Go Through Me

We're at a point where I strongly recommend not reading this until after working your way through the entirety of Doc's Misadventures beginning, of course with Touch Starved!

There are still some slots left for the 400 follower celebration. I'll be bouncing between Doc fics and reader oc fics bit by bit (though, I can't really stop mid arc for brain reasons, so you'll get part 2 of this fic before I pop back into Asks)

Last head's up: Given my last fics weren't Doc fics, I didn't start this yet, but after today, I'll be reducing my tag list. If folks haven't interacted in some way for a few fics, I'm going to stop tagging you. Because Tumblr just can't do things easily for me, I frequently hand type my entire list, so if yuh want me to take the time to tag you, ya'll have to give me something back so I know I'm not tagging people who've lost interest or aren't even on here anymore. To all my lovelies who silently reblog: I adore you and you can do no wrong in this world! To those of you who frequently comment/chat with me about this crazy little world I accidentally made: I would happily burn the world to see you smile

Warnings: Lots of heavy emotions in this one - angst, guilt, angry, blame, got some profanity in there, and reference to child soldiers kinda

WC: 3,171

There was a rumor that the Kaminoan’s eyes could see colors humans simply couldn’t; that everything from the unblemished armor of shinies to the very reports endlessly updating on their communicators was overlaid with additional data invisible to those deemed a “lesser race.” That rumor left the identical, monotone halls of their cities feeling even more unwelcoming; as though secrets laid all around me, taunting my every step in some undeniable proof that their prejudiced beliefs held a merit I would never be able to fight, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about that anymore.

I roamed those immaculate halls aimlessly, purely for the want of letting myself get lost in them. The need to hide, to flee despite there being nowhere I could run drove me to wander endlessly through the most distant corridors, blindly staring at barracks that had long since been left abandoned as the production of clones lessened with every day that passed. Once, each of the countless rooms around me had been home to cadets too young to understand the horrors awaiting them, and I bleakly wondered how many of those children were now lost to the never-ending demand for sacrifice towards a goal that seemed just as distance now as it had during that very first battle.

I’d nearly walked past him, utterly oblivious to his presence until his helm shifted just enough to catch my attention, and, with a sharp gasp, I was ripped from the illusioned reprieve of my thoughts.

“Kriff!” The curse hissed through clenched teeth, wide eyes locking on the lithe figure leaning silently against the tiny inlet of a doorframe. That silence lingered until my panic withered into that too familiar dread, air catching in my lungs as I stood frozen before him.

“We’re leaving in an hour. Hunter sent you a com.” He stated, and I nearly broke from the chill in his raspy voice.

“I… I haven’t read it, yet…” I finally admitted, jaw stiff. I’d remembered how my heart had dropped at the alert for the incoming message, certain I’d find orders detailing my reassignment lingering within, and I hadn’t been able to bring myself to look. Crosshair said nothing for a long moment, and I had to fight the nervous dance of my fingers. Without another word, he turned and began to walk away, and a new panic overwhelmed me.

“Wait!” I gasped, body stealing a half-step toward him before locking up once more. He paused, but didn’t turn back, and I could feel something on the verge of shattering within me.

“I thought you said you didn’t regret it.” It was quiet, as though whispering those words might hide the hurt in them, and the air fled me in a shuttered exhale.

“I…” My throat locked around that choked word, and I cursed myself for faltering when I so desperately wanted to offer him some hint of reassurance, but I could only stare as his shoulders sank before starting through those sickeningly pristine halls once more.

“Wait…” I begged, voice barely audible, but he didn’t stop, and finally, my body remembered itself. “Wait! Wait, dammit! I don’t regret being with you!” I shouted, racing forward to cut him off. He said nothing as he stared down at me, that emotionless visor offering nothing of the warmth with which he’d looked at me just days prior, and I could feel myself wilt beneath it. Letting out a carefully controlled exhale, I reached up to remove my own helmet, robbing myself of what protection that barrier feigned to lay myself bare before him.

“They… they can’t even look at me, Crosshair…” I whispered, and I could see the dark circles beneath my eyes in the sliver of my reflection, “and I don’t… I don’t know how to deal with that.” I couldn’t breathe as I waited anxiously for some manner of response. When he finally began to move, that need surged anew within me, and I could only watch as his hand slowly reached up to trail lightly along my jaw until his palm rested against my cheek.

“I told you they’d figure it out.” A short scoff escaped me, and I couldn’t keep myself from shifting further into his touch. My lips parted, breath catching with the beginnings of speech, but I felt the words abandon me, too weary to force out a response. Instead, I let myself grasp his hand reverently between both of mine and turned just enough to press my lips firmly against his gloved palm, fingers tightening with a desperation I couldn’t risk giving voice as I listened to the air leave him in a slow sigh. Without a word, he pulled his hand away and wrapped his arms around me. I didn’t hesitate, eagerly pressing myself against him for that familiar comfort of his embrace.

“Every time that damn com went off…” I whispered hiding against the rigid planes of his chest plate as sobs vied to rob even those strained words from me, “I was so sure it was an alert that I’d been reassigned…” and, I couldn’t fight back the tiny hitch of a sob as his arms tightened.

“That’s not going to happen.” A hopeless huff of laughter escaped me, but when he called my name, I found my gaze automatically turning up to his, and I couldn’t bring myself to doubt him. “Just give them some time… Please.” How could I not yield beneath the raw need in his voice? I barely noticed the way my head subtly nodded against him, but that didn’t diminish the truth of the gesture. Of course, I would give them time. I would grant them as long as they needed regardless the way my heart twisted at the mere thought of subjecting myself to the terrible quiet they fell into at the very threat of my presence… I knew I could never leave them… any of them… not unless they told me to… I’d promised.

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I’d hidden away in those abandoned halls for three days before he’d come to find me. Following him back to the hanger had the same taste as an akk dog being dragged home from the pound, and I couldn’t keep my gaze from studying the metal ramp below as we eventually reached the Marauder. I’d finally glanced at my datapad as we walked and found myself wishing I hadn’t. There were only two lines of text in that initial com: the time of the mission brief, which I’d missed, and the time we were meant to leave, which we only barely made it back by. A subsequent message appeared to summarize that brief, but I didn’t have time to more than open it.

As soon as the ramp locked into place, Crosshair pulled off his helmet and stored it in his gun locker. I started to do the same, but paused at the sudden quiet that stole through him once I’d removed my bucket, fingers absently shifting over the ridge where padding covered the unyielding plastoid. He said nothing as he stepped toward me, but I melted at the first feel of his hand slipping up the back of my neck to just tangle into the base of my hair as his lips pressed against my forehead. He held me like that until the ship began to rise, and then he left, silently disappearing into the cockpit where, I assumed, the rest of his brothers waited.

I knew those little moments of softness were, in part, merely an effort to distract me from the guilt ceaselessly twisting through my chest, but that realization didn’t lessen the warmth they granted me. I’d always believed there was more to him than the snarky, eternally unimpressed persona he so loved to flaunt about, but to find myself the subject of such gentle affection was something I would never weary of.

Finding myself alienated from his brothers, however, was a sorrow that contrasted so starkly with the thrill that lingered after Crosshair’s touch that I was left in a place of violently conflicting wants and regrets each too overwhelming to allow even a moment’s understanding of any one emotion. Part of me wanted to follow him, to plead some ignorance that the easy dynamic we’d fallen into hadn’t been shattered so effortlessly, but I couldn’t.

Images of the detached distance in Hunter’s eyes when he’d last looked at me sent me, instead, to the small kitchenette if only to busy myself with restocking menial items in some useless plight to distract myself. When those heavy footsteps sounded from down the hall, however, I found myself regretting that decision, despite how I loathed the thought of hiding away in the medbay again, but my heart raced at the thought of Wrecker coming to a sharp halt at the doorway, at the awkward silence that would fall as he tried to make some excuse to flee, and the coming devastation that would bring me.

I didn’t turn to him when he stopped just outside, attention carefully turned away from him to grant an easier escape, but he didn’t move. After a few tense seconds, I glanced hesitantly toward him, and found myself frozen at the quiet in those mismatched eyes as he looked at me.

“I was worried you weren’t coming back.” He murmured, and I had to turn away for a moment, lungs straining to draw in a steady breath before I could answer him.

“I was worried you might not want me to.” His broad shoulders dropped, automatically taking several steps nearer to me before catching himself.

“Of course, we do!” He said quickly, voice vainly forced into something of a hushed whisper. “It’s just… it’s hard, I guess… different… but that don’t mean we don’t want you around! Just… gotta figure out how everything fits, now, I guess…” Relief and turmoil warred through me as he stammered to explain, and I had to catch my lip between my teeth at the question that followed. “Is that why you stayed away?”

“I think… I think I was trying to figure out how things fit, too…” I answered, stumbling over the same inadequacy of spoken word to touch on the chaos and doubt that led me to wander those abandoned halls.

“… Crosshair… he makes you happy?” He asked suddenly, and my gaze instantly darted back up to find his focus staring blindly toward the too-small table meant to house half the number we’d so often crammed around it.

“… yeah… he does” I hated the hesitation in my voice, and found myself wanting to say more; to offer some promise that… that what? That it wasn’t that Wrecker didn’t make me happy? That the whirlwind of emotions storming relentlessly through me was so devastatingly confusing that I couldn’t begin to sort through them? That I had to bite my tongue to keep from begging him not to hate me? Trapped in that indecision, I allowed myself to say nothing at all, and his response nearly brought me to tears.

“That’s good.” There was still a subtle edge of sorrow in his voice, but I couldn’t doubt the sincerity of his words, which made them all the more painful to hear. “Things have been… hard lately - guess they always are, but… you and Cross… Yuh both needed something to be happy about. So, I’m happy for yuh… Just… sorry it took me a while to figure that out.”

My breath fled me in a broken sigh, and I instantly threw myself toward him, arms locking around his shoulders as my face hid against his neck. I felt him automatically move to return the embrace before freezing, body tense.

“Uh… is…” He stammered hesitantly. “Is it, yuh know… okay for me to-to hug yuh?” The laughter that escaped me sounded too akin to a sob, and I held him even tighter for it.

“Of course, it’s okay for you to hug me.” I said, voice dropping back into a whisper lest the words break, and some of that crippling weight finally slipped from my shoulders as he readily locked me against him.

“You look at the briefing, yet?” He asked after I finally released him, and I couldn’t help but notice the trace of tension hidden beneath that boisterous excitement.

“Not yet,” I replied, watching him carefully though I tried to keep the hesitation from my voice, “I was planning to read over it tonight. What’s the mission?”

“Just stealin’ files off’a some fancy database, but after I get to blow the whole thing up so they can’t figure out what we took!” There was an overzealousness to his too-quick response, a nervousness that I doubted many others would note, but I knew him, and, when I reached for my datapad to finally look through the message, I wasn’t surprised to hear the way his breath caught slightly in his throat. It took only a brief glance to understand why, and whatever traces of guilt within me went silent beneath my sudden rage.

“Hunter!” I shouted, already storming around Wrecker, blind to the way his face pulled into a barely restrained cringe. Two data ports needed to be spliced simultaneously at opposite sides of a large compound on an isolated world recently lost to Separatist forces. Crosshair was being dropped off on a nearby cliffside to provide cover and report troop movement, while Wrecker would begin placing munitions strategically throughout the facility. Hunter and Tech would infiltrate the northern port, and Echo the southern one nearest Crosshair’s position. Meanwhile, I was meant to remain on the Marauder as “backup”.

“What the kriff is this?!” I snapped. He was just cresting the cockpit ladder as I approached with my datapad clutched in my hand.

“If you’d been at the briefing, you wouldn’t be asking that.” He retorted, arms crossing over his chest as he stared down at me.

“Oh kriff you, Hunter!” I snarled, numb to the hurt I knew I should have felt at the feigned impatience in those eyes. His brow twitched briefly together, but he offered no further response. “You’re leaving Echo practically defenseless!”

“Echo is an arc trooper. He’s more than capable of taking care of himself.” He replied blankly.

“Not when he’s plugged in!” My words reverberated slightly against the metal walls, and some part of me wanted to feel guilty for how his sensitive hearing surely ached because of it, but I couldn’t stop myself. “The instant he’s connected, his reaction time-”

“Is still better than yours.” He interrupted harshly. My jaw snapped shut, heart pounding against my chest as he began walking toward me, movements slowed beneath a purposeful intent, exhibiting every ounce of the intimidating, elite soldier he’d been painstakingly created to encompass, but my anger, my dread that something would happen, that his benching me might cost his life or the life of one of his brothers forbade me from yielding, from feeling even a whisper of fear as I stared him down.

“Until we figure this out, you’re a liability. I can’t have them distracted out there in the middle of a mission just because you don’t want to feel left out.” He continued, voice sharp, and I wanted to spit at the word ‘they,’ balking at the vain implication that he’d managed to convince any one of us that he was somehow unaffected. “Unless you want to go running off somewhere again, we can try to figure this out after, but we’re set to land in four hours, and I’m not spending that time playing mediator when we need to be focused on not getting killed.”

Later, the silence that fell between us would break me. Later, I would remember the way my hands clenched into fists as I glared at the man before me with an animosity that, just days prior, I would have thought impossible. Later, I would remember that I was to blame for the crippling discordance that so effortlessly brought our unbreakable family to ruin. In that moment, however, I wanted to hurt him for all the ways I was hurting, and I hated myself for it.

“This is a mistake, Hunter.” The words left in a strained growl, teeth clacking as my jaw snapped around his name. “You know that… and it’s going get one of them killed.” His lips tensed with the beginnings of a scowl just as his attention shifted ever so slightly behind him.

I couldn’t hear what was said, but I held no doubt that that was the intent, that one of his brothers had murmured some warning or plea before he could offer whatever justifiably harsh retort lay seething atop his tongue, and I was glad I couldn’t hear them. If it was Crosshair, would I have lashed out against his attempt to protect me? If I’d heard Tech recant some psychological study dismissing my concerns in favor of Hunter’s logic, would I have yelled at him with that same vehemence? Or if Echo… I couldn’t… I couldn’t do this… I couldn’t breathe beneath the sudden certainty that I was alone in that moment… that I had no one to turn to as my thoughts cascaded into a darkness I feared would consume me.

Gaze falling to metal flooring forever stained with oil and grime and far too much blood as my chest tightened into a vise around my heart, I found myself frozen for a mere second longer before turning away from him. He made no effort to stop me. I didn’t think I could have stopped even if he had. I needed to think… no… I needed to run; to hide… I needed to escape the unspoken accusation in his eyes. I needed to escape the nightmare of my own thoughts berating me for each word that fell so thoughtlessly from my lips, the terror that Hunter was right, that I’d turned myself into the deadly distraction I’d so feared becoming all those months back. I needed to escape this faltering reality as the consequences of my own actions threatened to rip my very sense of self from hands I still couldn’t manage to unclench.

It wasn’t until hearing the quiet beep of the medbay’s door denying entry that I even realized I’d locked it behind me, and I instantly knew who stood just beyond that wall of chilled metal. Wrecker would have called out, and I doubted the others were quite ready to speak to me directly yet. I knew it was Crosshair; knew that he stood there waiting to see if I’d yield, but the seconds turned into minutes, and I made no effort to haul myself from where I sat tucked against the corner, fingers tangled into my hair as I merely let myself hurt beneath the weight of everything I’d lost, everything it felt like I was still losing. I heard his fist fall lightly against the door just once before, after a final moment of denial, treading slowly back down the hall.

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[dickarchivist]

BESTIEEEE could i trouble you for a kiss prompt of….

a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks!!!

With Banshee pleaseeee? 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

Banshee Babes I have a snack for you pspspspsps

Feels Like Home

Clone OC Banshee (pov) X gn!Reader

Word Count: 1324

Prompt: First Kiss prompt list: a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks

Rating: G, but minors DNI still 🔞

Contents and Warnings: none, it's really cute fluff ♡ there is a bloody nose from a punch at one point, but that's really the only thing.

Summary: Banshee loves you (that's it, that's the fic)

Author's Notes: Thank you @anxiouspineapple99 for asking for this fic!! Immediately when I read it I heard Banshee in my head go "Can I tell this one?" so it's written from Banshee's POV!! Kinda reads like a one-sided conversation in Ban's head, like he's thinking directly to you.

As always, Banshee mostly signs. All Sign will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word.

I miss you.

It's been... kriff I don't even know how long. I think last time I saw you, it was sunny... yeah, it was, I remember thinking how pretty you looked with light dancing in your eyes. I wish I'd kissed you then. Before that too, when we were at 79's and I heard you laugh at one of Phantom's shitty jokes.

You talk to him a lot. Makes sense, he's got a lot to say... I wish I could speak more to you. I just-- can't. I don't know why. My voice is fine, I remember you saying it was pretty once, when you heard me laugh. Made me blush. Kriff, Specs wouldn't let me live that down for weeks. "Sing us a song with your pretty voice, Banshee~"

He was just poking fun, I smiled at it, rolled my eyes, but I hated it. I hated that I couldn't sing like a bird right then and there. I flipped him one instead, we rough housed, and then before we knew it, we were on another battlefield.

I want to tell you everything. I hope it's enough just to want to. That when I put my arm around you, you know I'd do anything for you. That when I look in your eyes all I can think is how lucky I am to have been made, because I get to look at you even for a second. I get to hear your laugh, even if it's muffled it's still the prettiest laugh I know. Or your voice, ah kriff, I could listen to you talk all damn day.

I do, sometimes.

That message you left on my commlink, I saved it. Play it when I'm in the field so if I go, you're the last thing I hear.

"What'cha thinkin' about Ban? You've been staring off into space for like... twenty minutes. You okay?" Athena. She's small, I could throw her pretty far if we combined my strength and her force jump. I think General Valka would kill me if I launched her though.

Nothing, but that's a lie, I'm thinking about you.

"Somebody's lying~" I could punch Phantom right now, that sing-song jeering makes me so- ugh, "You're thinkin' about that babe, aren't you? Vod when ya gonna ask 'em out! Better do it before I do, I make em laugh you know, bet I could get em to make other noi-"

I punch Phantom. I don't even realize I did until Athena gasps at the blood running down Tommy's face. "Kriff I was joking Ban! Ah! What the hell!?"

I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't- he swats my hands, effectively shutting me up.

Ghost comes in later, he looks disappointed. I wish he'd look angry. "Anything to say for yourself?"

No. It was out of line.

"It was. So, why'd you do it? It's not like you to take a crack at Tom in earnest, lucky his nose didn't break." He chuckles, and I'm relieved at that. Didn't hurt him too badly after all.

But I can't answer Ghost... I don't want him to think less of me. Punching my brother just because I got jealous of even the thought of him taking you from me, and you're not even mine? Oh shit, why's he laughing? Hey, stop that, what's so funny?

Why are you laughing?

Ghost smiles, "You're in love huh? That person from 79's, the one you keep staring at? If Tom made a pass at them, I get why you punched him." He pats my shoulder, and I feel myself bristle, but he just shakes his head, "Look. Apologize to Tom, but between you and me, he deserved it. You should tell them when we get back, think you'll be happy with the answer."

I miss you more now. For three days, I miss you more and more. When The Crypt finally lands I can't get off the ship fast enough. "I'LL TELL THEM TO MEET YOU AT THEIR PLACE!" Ghost calls after me as I take a flying leap from The Crypt's still opening door.

I turn around, run backwards a click so I can sign my thank yous and wave. As I'm rushing through the crowds, the streets, you chime into my helmet. I can't pick up fast enough, I accidentally hang up on you in my excitement. Thankfully you call back immediately.

"Hey, I know you don't talk, so just listen! Ghost called, I'm headed home now, I'll be a few minutes but if you beat me home, just let yourself in okay? The code is your number! I'll see you soon, ahh I can't wait to see you I missed you!!! Bye Ban!"

You missed me... You missed me!! My legs carry me faster than before, I can't stop the smile on my face. It almost hurts my cheeks, I just want to see you already!! The streets here all look the same, where's your door? I know it, I know it, come on, which one-

"Ban!!" It's you. It's you! Where are you, from above? "Banshee look up! To the left, Ban!"

My head snaps around, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I get to see your smile. My heart beat pounds in my chest, my cheeks are hot, Maker you look so beautiful...

I rush the stairs like my life depends on it, feels like it almost might. My body knows the aches of battle well, but this ache is still new to me. The physical need to be close... I yank off my helmet and fling it to stop at your feet before I crash into you.

With your arms around my shoulders, your legs wrapping my waist, every part of me feels whole finally. You smell like sunshine in the cold, like fresh bread from a real bakery, you smell like you, and it's my favorite scent of all. You smell like home.

Once your legs are under you again, I still don't let go, I can't. I've waited too long to hold you, to see you, just be near. I'm not letting you go. Your hands are so soft...

I lean my cheek into your palm, smiling down at you as I continue to catch my breath. Stars I could look at you forever. The way you run your hands over my head, feeling my short hair. You'll come back with ink on you, I know it. The others just drew on me, I hope there's nothing bad up there... I love the way your thumb feels against my lips. The way you map out every part of me, like you're seeing my face for the first time all over again. I love you. Kriff I love you so much I can barely stand it, I--

"What are you thinking about?"

"I love you."

No. No no no. No I didn't-- I didn't mean to say it like that, I'm sorry, please stop looking at me like that, no, I'm sorry, p--

What was that? Do it again.

Your lips on mine... I move forward, careful, trying to mimic the same thing, but- oh... oh that's... you'd move your lips on mine, I move mine the same, slow, softer this time. Am I doing it right? You don't stop me, I think I am. You pull back, breathing hard as I am, smiling so brightly... you're everything to me. You feel like home.

"I love you too, Banshee." You giggle, and my heart sings. One hand leaves my face, I can see ink on your fingers, just like I thought. 1666, you really did use my number as your code... you love me.

As we move inside, you stop, gasping at a sudden realization, "Oh stars, that's the first time I've heard you speak! I didn't know you could!"

I can't help but laugh. Of course that's the first thing I say to you. Of course it is.

[the-oc-lass]

Cody Day 2024

So APPARENTLY it's Cody day and I just missed that, but if you think I'm going to skip out on an opportunity to write about one of my favorite little clone guys, you'd be SORELY mistaken.

I'd love to draw him too but there's like 6 hours left in the day and I have other things to do, like eat and shower and homework.

ANYWAY, those of you who know me know that I'm the OC lady and for that reason, I'm going to write a little drabbly thing about Cody and my OC, who is like an adoptive mom to him and many other clones (see this post if you want to learn more about her). If you aren't interested in ocs, feel free to skip, the drabbly thing will be under the cut. Oh and also, the clones call her "mum" because Temuera is from New Zealand and that's how they refer to their moms (or, that's at least how my old friend referred to her New Zealander mom). Also, no idea if it's ooc, it's been a while since I watched anything with Cody in it.

Anyway, happy Cody day to all, now enjoy the first bit of Star Wars content I've written in months. Btw @langsnscraps since you've been asking for SW content for a while.

It's late in the night cycle. So late that The Negotiator is practically silent. His general and most of his brothers are blissfully asleep in their barracks, but Cody can't bring himself to do the same. He can't sleep yet. There's a cup of caf nearby, though he can't remember when he got it or if he finished its contents. Doesn't matter. He's too focused on the work in front of him, ignoring the insistent tug from his eyelids. When he hears something behind him—the door opening followed by footsteps, he quickly realizes—his hand jumps to his blaster and he whips around, ready to draw it if he needs to. But as quickly as his fight reaction was triggered, it's soothed. Onteile Tiax is standing a few feet away, a calm expression on her face even as she holds up her hands. He exhales, hand falling back to his side.

"Sorry, mum," he mutters. She lowers her hands as well, folding them in front of her as she tilts her head.

"It's alright, Cody. I should know better than to creep up behind you," she says. He frowns slightly at her.

"I could've hurt you." The calm expression shifts to one of soft amusement, and she raises her eyebrow slightly. Alright, that's probably not true. He sighs and turns away from her, looking back at the holotable in front of him. He can hear her moving again, and she eventually appears at his side.

"Can you not sleep, Cody?" she asks, voice gentle and concerned. He shakes his head and looks down at his data pad.

"I just have a few things I need to do," he mutters. Her gaze weighs on him, but he resolutely keeps his eyes on the information in front of him.

"I worry for you," she says suddenly. He lifts his head to look at her, met with a look of apprehension. She lifts a hand, gently cupping his face. "You put far too much on yourself. I just want to make sure you're alright." He leans into the affectionate touch, just a bit, and offers what he hopes is a comforting smile.

"I'm fine, mum," he says. Bright eyes inspect him carefully, and he feels her stroke her thumb across his cheek for a moment before her hand falls away again.

"Would you like some help?" He considers denying her offer, telling her that she should go back to bed, but he admits that company sounds nice. So, he nods, and she smiles softly before picking up a data pad of her own.

~~

When the work is done—or, at least acceptably lessened—she finally convinces him to go to bed. He walks at her side through the empty halls, The Negotiator humming around them. He takes a moment to look at her as they walk. She's not much taller than Cody himself, but the way that she carries herself makes her seem towering and important. She doesn't hold any official military rank, but she looks like she holds a great deal of authority. People respect her most everywhere she goes. Walking at her side always makes him try to stand just a bit straighter, hold himself with more confidence. A small, unspoken of part of him wants to make her proud. They stop outside of her room—because Cody is a gentleman and promised to walk her to her door—and she turns toward him.

"Promise me you'll rest, Cody," she says. He smiles slightly at her.

"I'll do my best, mum." She smiles back at him.

"That's all I ask." She reaches out, and he allows her to tilt his head down slightly so that she can press a warm kiss to his forehead. "I'll see you in a few hours, Cody." When she releases him, he looks her in the eye again, nodding.

"Sleep well, mum." She nods as well, and he steps around her to walk to his own room.

"I love you, Cody." He pauses, looking back at her. "I just wanted to remind you." His chest is filled with warmth at the affectionate look on her face, and he smiles at her again.

"I love you too, mum."

[r1ng-w0rm]

Some old WBB! Oc idea that I really wanted to show u guys (+extra info on it)

Okay soo, I had this idea a while ago when I was making WBB! Tobias- it was just a skim through concept designs and I managed to find this beauty in thy picture folders. I couldn't just delete them cause I really liked their hair. :'[

(p.s Gary the tapeworm is not my oc, it's @ewwwabug 's lil homie)

Also I forgot to put Tobias' scars, but to be fair- it looks better scarless.

🪱Bonus Stuff about them! (I don't want to take up space)🪱

[GOB] and [GAT]

🪱This was supposed to be an idea of if the lbb/wbb simulation thing absolutely screwed up and morphed Tobias and Gary(what a silly fellow) into some corrupted goopy two being thing. How did it happen? I don't know. Probably post!rbb But mid relapse of Tobias' bad acid trip. Funny hardy har har. I'm not creative enough for this-

🪱These two are not brothers, they are purely clones/an error multiplied in coding. Plus, if you try to kill them, they multiply.. So don't do it. Or do. Idc

🪱They are not good! They are parasites, therefore bad- evil- and weirdly clammy.

🪱Their hair has nerves and cartilage in it- it can move on its own like tentacles and it squirms if pulled too hard.

🪱Can and will turn you into a rug.

🪱Also, they can be found hiding out in many biker group spots. Either in two headed worm form or in the flesh. Though, as always, they like staying beside the rivals because yknow... That's kinda Tobias' main terf, but that's not to say the thingies stay with Tobias! Eyeball lickers delux 2000.

🪱If the two had some form of ending:

➬Good Ending: They give you a sliver of their weirdly fleshy hair and make you eat it. Congrats! You're the host to a new lovely baby tapeworm who's probably going to be birthed as a screwed up mix of either Varai and Gary, Varai and Tobias, orrrrrrr... Dun dun dun!!! Gary and Tobias again?!?? Now you've got an Antichrist worm baby on your hands!!!! Yippeeeeee!!!!!

➮Neutral Ending: You're kinda stuck watching sitcoms with them until either Varai gets back or until they're hungry for that sweet za (pizza).

➫Bad Ending:... The worst of it all... The absolute horrors... Something so profound and disgusting........... They spit on your shoes and call you stupid names before walking off like they're better than you. They don't want you to become the new host to a tapeworm because you obviously aren't cool enough for that. I hope you're happy. They'll make sure you're band from every good spot in town.. Except the gas station, they'll just give you the permanent bad luck of picking out expired food.

𖤐[ABOUT GOB]𖤐

🪱Lowkey might be a 'THE BLOODY CULTIST' oc. He's purely obsessed with the occult due to him 'hearing a calling' somewhere within his divided dreams where he's a seperate being with long pretty pink hair.

🪱Gobs voice is a mix of two masculine and one corrupted 'demonic sounding' one.

🪱He's allergic to fish whilst Gat isn't, so the two have little fights about that.

🪱Gob can eat rust and live off of spinal fluid

✶[ABOUT GAT]✶

🪱The one who is like the holy divinity of the two. He's not religious, but he has an insane amount of luck on his side... Legend has it that when he cries, a radiation storm happens... Hope you have your rad resistant umbrellas!!!

🪱Gat loves sticking his triple jointed fingers in people's eyes and noses :).

🪱His voice is a mix of static, a feminine voice, and something of an echoed whisper.

🪱Enjoys the sweet supple taste of stomach acid and bugs (specifically centipedes and wasps!!)

[cinderswife]

so um. did you know rose red ocs are fun to design and come up with lore for??? rose reds are insane i am having so much fun !!! a history of rose red generations and info on these poor bastards in particular under the cut <3

(oh, and the ages are at the end of the war for reference)

there are 5 distinct generations of rose reds created over the 32 years of war (not including briar, generation 0). the first three were separately developed from rose's base, but four and five were iterated from generation three.

also for the record i've decided to take a steven universe quartz soldier take on the way rose reds relate to each other in that they have 0 innate concept of family with each other. most rose reds have like. a co-workerly relationship with some Sisters In Arms although some elect to become Besties or Family or That Really Annoying Guy Who I Hate And Can't Get Rid Of, or in rare occasions, fall in love. this will be relevant to rusty and sparkler

generation 0

[not pictured, born/deployed 1 year after the wedding]

briar is gen 0. although there were years of R&D about clone soldiers prior to the rose reds' existence (cole had this idea in mind for a while), briar was the first actual example of one. she is the only clone to be rose's height; she was meant to be like. a baseline control group for the rest of 'em. she was a bit rushed in the memory department; miscommunications among the scientists meant that they kinda. assumed that porting original flavor rose's memories would suffice since this is a control group. also cole had really strict deadlines for the project for some ungodly reason so even though the timeline between rose's capture and briar's "birth" was a year and she was pretty good, she would've been better off with two or three or more.

generation 1

[rusty and sparkler deployed 2 years after the wedding]

gen 1 was even more of a rushed project; they had half finished notes and a year deadline for deployment. no wonder rusty, the prototype and the next briar, was so janky; they didn't have enough time to sort out all the issues, particularly in the memory department. she's got half of rose's memories and the ability to lie and they screwed up spaying her and there are bits of her body that aren't quite right from scaling up rose from 4'10" to 6'2". however, she passed muster well enough so generation 1 rose reds were made and deployed (with a few tweaks from rusty's base).

the gen 1 rose reds were very prone to nervous and/or violent and/or suicidal breakdowns. later waves of gen 1 were slightly better tweaked, but the methodology + technology used to handle the brain stuff did not take into account uh. rose's severe ptsd. they made the poor bastards with ptsd right out the gate unknowingly. this is the shortest average generation with an average height of about 6'3". gen 1 roses were good enough to tide over while more time was allocated to gen 2 research, but they weren't deployed in the same amounts as they would be in the future. general white's revolution was still in its infancy so it wasn't like. a huge deal. they just had to be super careful

rusty started life very confused but fully capable of Lying to the people who made her and expected her to be a placid soldier. as the prototype, she was often used as the control group for experiments on later prototype models while they worked out what worked and what didn't. while rusty was being like. tested and prodded and stuff, original flavor rose was in suspension so that they could get more samples from her. also og rose was kind of a lava lamp decoration

when rusty wasn't being watched, she was assumed to be still and unmoving. she actually started talking to rose-in-suspension to try and make sense of the half memories in her head and started developing her own conclusions. like what love was and what the wind felt like and extreme opinions about niche comics (for the record my rose + snow are closet nerds - rose has a collection of nichevintage superhero comics and snow is a huge film snob). the story she spun in her head about who rose was was a mess of red string and blurry images. ultimately, she came to the conclusion that she hated holding a gun, actually and that all this sucked but she didn't have enough life experience to have a good idea of how to go about it

rusty's salvation came in the form of another rose red, this time in the form of RR G10072 (later named sparkler). sparkler was one of those being prepared to be deployed on beaumont and was rapidly developing a personality trait, that being a desire for Arson. she wasn't as good of a liar as rusty but in the quiet secret times rusty would school her. they would develop something that was probably love based on half memories and "you and i are going to survive this together." sparkler was terrified of being found out as she'd watched others in her batch be terminated for other things

rusty and sparkler become the first known "rouge reds" though their existence is kept hidden from most. it wouldn't due to have people know that his majesty's new weapons are unstable after all (though what did they expect? rose was not an obedient soldier, she was a weapon you pointed in the direction of the kingdom you wanted gone and ducked for cover). sparkler begins to develop more personality in the form of Autism Flat Affect, a surprising love for both organizing and gambling, and. honestly more arson. someone gets on her case for her collection of fireworks and is like "hey sparkler girl" (rose reds aren't like. A Huge Thing Yet) and she's like. ah. a name.

rusty and sparkler are married and have a kid together named remi (not picture). she's one of the very few offspring from a rose red mostly because most rose reds are sterilized. they fucked it up for rusty cuz she's a janky prototype, something she only discovered when trying out "hm what is this man thing and what is romance with one." turns out she, like 95% of rose reds, is a whole lesbian lol but there were Unexpected Side Effects in the form of A Kid. which. now they had to figure what to do about that and ended up joining with the revolution for protection and also sparkler's arson/rusty's ship repair specialties. it. it sure went for them :) rusty recognized snow and that was Weird and Fucked Up and Bad. luckily she picked up snow's new name of "general mercymourn white" pretty quickly

generation 2

[piper and persephone, deployed 5 years after the wedding]

gen 2 was given decent time for r&d. these rose reds' dna was remade from scratch because generation 1 was so janky. because the production methods were good, they didn't have to waste so much time on those. they spent three years developing a decent prototype, known as prototype 0003. 0003 was not allowed to exist very long; once they ascertaind that she was functional and not janky like rusty they put her down. briar was a whisper myth and rusty was a known quantity. prototypes were too much of a risk.

gen 2 was far more functional. though they weren't nearly as brainwiped as later gens (particularly 4 and 5) they were loyal, obedient soldiers (for the most part). the average height rose to about 6'7" as they were figuring out better ways to improve the size and stature from rose's original Short As Hell. these are the ones that the rebellion first started engaging in combat in earnest, though they were still not a proper supplement to or replacement of the main army just yet. the big con that made them have to be redesigned over the next 8 years (though not one that was initially discovered) is that these poor saps were very malleable. just because they were brainwiped didn't mean they were loyal to the king for any reason other than they were told. if they were isolated it was easy to make them switch loyalties. the rebellion didn't cotton on to this fact until it was too late because general white refused to hear it.

piper got her nickname while still in the army. she was always singing which really, really annoyed her superior officer so they left her for dead after a battle. shockingly, she did not die! instead a pair of conmen overheard her singing herself to sleep (er. death but y'know) and were like "a rose red that sings??? we could make a killing off of this." they patched her up and rehabilitated her (aka. made her loyal to them and do everything they say) and marketed her as a travelling carnival exhibit. they also used her for free protection from the law and also other criminals. however she developed more of a personality and a feeling of "this sucks actually" so when a passing casino owner looking for a new entertainment draw and offered her a job she jumped on the chance

unfortunately, she's still being screwed over. he's the only guy who knows she's a rose red (she gained weight and curves and generally styles herself very femininely which throws most people off the track) so he uses it against her as blackmail. he pays her less than everyone else, witholds vital (if forged) documents from her, and generally makes her life a living hell. she picked up a second job as a bouncer for a nearby divebar which helps cover rent. she's very pretty but perpetually paranoid that someone will find out that she's a rose red and either kills her or turns her in or drives her out. she's slowly losing her mind

persephone is. well. so not her superior officer (jupiter) but her superior officer's coworker (pluto) fell in love with her, specifically. something about how she survived a lightning cannon and just her general personality quirks. she used to be sweet y'know, even despite the horrors. so with jupiter's permission, pluto kidnapped persephone and took her deep, deep underground.

she basically was plutos personal attack dog/trophy wife while they built up an underground criminal empire. it was Bad. she did learn a lot of things about brutal leadership and being in a shit situtation. eventually she snapped and killed pluto, taking their place as the new Big Name Crime Lord on the block. she rules the undercity with an iron fist, although her favorite venture is her collection of illicit speakeasies. she is very proud of being a rose red and sometimes wishes she could go back to that life. however, she's got a really good gig going and she refuses to let it slip through her hands. real queen of hearts energy tbh

her theme song is "our lady of the underground" from hadestown :3

generation 3

[old rosie (canon/not pictured) and rosenrot, deployed 13 years after the wedding]

after the fatal flaw in gen 2 was discovered they had to start from scratch /again/. this time however, they had plenty of time to work it out. they went through prototypes 004 - 011 until they had one that was perfect in every way. they put her down after she was done being useful of course. at this point it was mostly superstition not to keep the prototypes around even though these ones were perfectly loyal. gen 3 is considered the golden generation from the ones designed directly from rose's dna + brain scans : a perfect balance of loyalty and competence.

gen 3 is the longest lasting generation as it lasted for 10 years. they'd tweak the dna over the years as new breakthrough came to light, but they didn't need to remake them. this is the gen where the rose reds got the nickname giants as they now averaged about 7 feet. they're extremely effective soldiers and are very difficult to get to change loyalties due to being Poor Brainwashed Bastards. hardcore programming wouldn't fully show up until the later waves. this is when rose reds got made in their hundreds of thousands. the rebellion was actively a threat now and they needed to defend the empire.

old rosie was from an earlier wave of gen 3 and lasted for a very, very long time compared to all the others. as for rosenrot, well...

rosenrot is a patchwork rose red. she wasn't at first, but she was the best of her batch and kept surviving. every time she lost something, it would be taken from one of her squad and put on her. skin, ears, eyes, hair, even entire limbs. it got to the point where she couldn't tell where she ended and her sisters began. they started referring to themselves in the plural and got what could only be described as "a little touched in the head." that being said, they still fought well so they were kept around. when they were the last rose red in the squad left and were due to be reassigned, they fucked off into the woods never to be seen again

to this day, no one knows what happened to them. there's lots of local urban legends and rumors and whatnot; some claim to see them at the river, others at the full moon, but no concrete evidence. the nice ending is that a lesbian in a cottage found them and took them in. the realistic ending is that they died in the woods. the most likely ending is that they're still out there, surviving in the woods, never able to escape being a patchwork of all her sisters but unwilling to die.

also the name rosenrot came about from a misunderstanding; they were stationed on a germanic planet and all the rose reds were called that because it's a literal translation of rose red. as the only one left, rosenrot kinda assumed that was their name. it's also what the locals call them as a cryptid. just kind of a weirdo

generation 4

[buck, deployed 23 years after the wedding]

considered to be the best generation; they still had plenty of resources to make millions of 'em and were an improvement on generation 3. the best part was that they found a clone who was perfect to iterate off of (unnamed but not old rosie, she was missing a few vital tweaks) so they didn't have to start from scratch again. they went through a couple dozen prototypes in the process of creating them (012-042) but by this time prototyping + putting them down was rote.

gen 4 was involved in the long, drawn out part of the war. they remained at an average of 7 feet tall though they had some proportional tweaks to make them more functional. these rose reds had very little chance at free will, only fighting. only ever fighting. the pop culture image of a rose red post-war is a gen 4 one considering how many were made compared to the first three generations. poor suckers, they never had a chance.

as for buck poor thing got sold to a redbaiting (illegal rose red dogfighting) ring by her superior officers for a bit of cash for booze and gambling. they didn't like her anyways lol she didn't get along with the rest of her squad. turns out they should've asked for way more $$$ because buck's tenacity and nimbleness kept her from losing which basically meant she kept winning. she's been doing this for about 7 years and shows no sign of stopping. all of her scars come from her time in the ring and were inflicted by other rose reds. she has... a very high level of aggression towards other rose reds (slightly innate but also beaten into her)

however, he's the prize champion! this comes with things like an entire showdog style name (QIC Heirloom Bucksin Jacket), he/him pronouns, and some extra special treatment. he's very chill around civilians (if afraid of her handlers) so he's often like. put on display in the top box like a dog. he's very, very dehumanized. he's gonna need hella therapy to be a normal person. what a guy.

generation 5

[farrier. deployed 27 years after the wedding]

this generation is unique as their differences come not from new base dna but from a sudden lack of resources. the rebels finally got the intel on what resources were needed to make rose reds (previously they'd only been destroying factories which made 2 more pop up in its place) and were able to control/destroy it. the crown was forced to make do with less and worse resources and were desparately trying to keep up with how massive the rebellion was as over the past decade or so they'd been relying pretty heavily on rose reds instead of enlisted/drafted forces. rose reds were just. better at being soldiers. they went through a handful of prototypes (043-051) but those were mostly "all right what's the best we can do with the resources on hand."

gen 5 roses are as functional as they can be. they're basically worse versions of gen 4; though equally brainwashed and technically capable, their bodies and minds tend to degrade pretty quickly. this is especially so the more combat they face. they're fast and cheap and hardly the quality they used to be made at. very few gen 5 rose reds survived to see the end of the war because of how badly they were made.

farrier is a gen 5 rose red! she's one of the extremely few who never saw combat because she was a guard model stationed at a super remote outpost so she degraded a lot more slowly. there were a lot of wild horses around so she developed the single trait of "i like horses :)" after the war, she was given the opportunity to be like. a test subject for "can we like. make gen 5 rose reds more stable so we can rehabilitate them?" she said yes because. she'd get to see more horses. she has a very limited view of the world she may have been made for war but what war is there when. Creatures.

she does succeed in having a somewhat more normal lifespan, though still shortened compared to the others. she gets really involved in like. horse things when being rehabilitated. in particular she takes up smithing so she can become a farrier (guy who forges horseshoes). she is just. horse girl rose red extraordinaire the other rose reds Do Not Relate. At All.

she accidentally becomes the gold standard of rose red rehabilitation cuz. honestly she becomes a relatively functioning member of society. but also she only had the trauma of the inherent horror of being made a rose red she's like. vibing??? she has rose's very blase attitude to a lot of things and although she can hold her own in a fight she doesn't seek it out at all. gentle giant. her minders love her so so much

i think she winds up in a weird small rural town somewhere. she's not good with the other rose reds ("damn that sucks" is not an appropriate reaction to the other rose reds talking about the horrors of war and she just. she's not like them. it's not her fault of course she's just. different) and most of the people around her during her rehabilitation period are very politically opinionated and farrier just cannot bring herself to care. however. although its a bit of a weird transition at first she gets along really well with the people of the town she moves into. they needed a farrier anyways and even if it's a bit odd that its her name instead of just her job she's chill. she's vibing. the kids love her. she gets her own horse <3

there's some intense debate in the beginning about whether to accept her because she's a rose red, though this town never... saw the war? like it happened around them but not in their town y'know? but she proves herself when she rescues the mayor's kid from being lost in the woods and almost eaten by a wild animal. she's socially awkward but learning what friendliness is. occasionally she has weird nightmares that are og rose's memories or just. the horrors of being a rose red. but she takes out her frustration with those by swinging a hammer really hard at hot metal. she's got coping mechanisms <3

[sketching-shark]

Hello! I hope your week has been fine. I've seen some of your Journey to the South stuff. Very neat! I'd like to ask, just as their (baby?) sister have the power to curse immortals to death, what powers did you give Luohou and Qidou? Qidou has a giant inkbrush and Luohou some kind of sun imagery in the back. What do those mean? Are those related to their powers? What personality did you give them?

Also, I hope you don't mind if I insert some LMK ideas (because I know you don't like the show's direction of SWK) but I have a thought that the Macaque character might be more palatable and makes sense as JTTW's sequal character if the character was originally a separate character from the SEM, just a monkey demon with extraordinary hearing who was friends with SWK, who was killed during SWK's journey, something SWK realized too late, then was revived but as a price, SAM'S soul latched onto his and sort of fused together, so now he's being possessed by the monkey that tried to usurp his old friend's life, while his body is slowly changing and his identity is mixing with SAM'S memories and feelings.

Just a ramble of idea here. You may ignore it if you aren't interested. Have a good month, eat your fruits and vegetables at least once a week!

AUGH so sorry that I've taken so long to get to this question @angstandhappiness (X_X). Part of it is me still finalizing Quidou and Luohou's whole deal! I'm honestly happy that you're interested in what I'm planning for those guys, though I do want to note that Quidou is the one with the mirror behind him and Luohou is the one with the giant paintbrush. I'll try to get some more sketches out for them soon :D

OUGH some of the asks I've gotten (yours included) have offered some really neat ideas on what could be done with Monkie Kid as it now stands! tbh a good deal of my disappointment with the route Flying Bark took with Macaque was the way they just wholesale threw away everything about his devious and terrifying evil twin self from the og classic in order to make him this angsty oc Shadow the Hedgehog clone, but honestly this suggestions seems like a pretty cool way to let og LEMH have a chance to shine in all his vicious and manipulative glory! As is WOW the scenario you've proposed presents a very interesting body-snatcher-ish chance to really get into how kind of creepy and honestly damaging to literally everyone Macaque's obsession with Sun Wukong is. Like it really lays on how Macaque has nothing defining his life or identity except what happens between him and the Monkey King, which does present a perfect opportunity for og LEMH to come in and be like "okay you clearly have nothing else going on let's try to murder/replace this guy again >:D"

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Fandoms I'm Into (And will write for) -

Eddsworld

Total Drama

Disventure Camp

Creepypasta

Andy's Apple Farm

Suction Cup Man

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

FNaF

Poppy Playtime 1-3

CupHead (Show and Games)

TADC

Baldi's Basics

FNF

BATIM

Villainous

DDLC (Side Stories Included)

Mr.Hopps Playhouse 2

Sally Face

Inside Out 1 & 2

(Some) Disney Movies (if you want a specific list js ask and I'll make one:3)

Scream 1 (Only Scream 1)

Sly Cooper 1-4

Clone High

Cookie Run: Kingdom

Fairly OddParents

Fairly OddParents: A New Wish

Dandy's World

Chikin Nuggit

Finding Frankie

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I WON'T write for -

Total Drama Reboot Island - Haven't watched it yet

Total Drama; Chef - I don't like it, sorry:<

Disventure Camp; Grett, Miriam, Nina - I despise Grett and Miriam, and Nina is... well, a doll. Plus, she scares me-

Eddsworld; Laurel, Kim, Katya (?) - Not very familiar with them still

BATDR - Didn't finish the game/not very familiar with it still

Mr.Hopps Playhouse 3 - Never seen it be played, never played it in general

Mr.Hopps Playhouse 1 - Not a very long game for me to REALLY write anything about it.

Inside Out 2; Val and her friends + OTHER PEOPLES emotions - I'm not entirely comfortable with Val and her friends, including other people's emotions, so I won't be writing for them/for that

Helluva Boss; Side Characters - I won't write for them because they aren't big characters. Meaning, as in Stolas's lil date at the party, Wally, people like that. (The sins, Martha + Mayberry, Vortex, Verosika's friends, ect, ARE allowed)

Hazbin Hotel; Lute and Lilith - I might sound picky, but I don't like Lute nor Lilith in any sense. This might change, but for now, it's a no.

(Some) Disney Movies - There's some I dislike and won't write for. Again, I can write a list if anyone is interested.

Sly 4; Penelope - She genuinely makes me sick in Sly 4, and I can't bring myself to write her in that timeline. Probably only the third will be an exception. Possibly her IN the Black Knight will do, though. (Ik, I'm weird)

Scream 1; Side/Pointed out characters - Meaning as in Casey Becker and her boyfriend Steve. Though Sidney and her friends are an exception.

Finding Frankie - Deputy Duck. It-... it's an iPod and a duck. I don't see how I can make it work. I'll only do Frankie, Henry, Player, and Y/N

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Please, don't be gross and be respectful on this blog! This is SFW, so please, NSFW DNI. Requests and Asks are always open!♡

I do accept people wanting to rp with me. Just DM me:) I personally don't mind if it's tickle related or not. Just keep it SFW, and all will be alright!

If you want (my) OC tickles included with fandoms, you can go to my second blog!⬇️

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OC Facts Tag Game

Saw this post from @davycoquette

Because I saw it, I will now give fun facts about my OCs!

Rules: Make a list of fun facts about your OCs. Like a headcanon list if you will. Except it’s canon.

Kae

Kae can accurately throw slippers quite far so most people avoid angering her.

Despite her reputation for said slipper tossing, she's quite soft on children.

However, if she was allowed to swear, I'd say the chances of her swearing (when children aren't present) is over half.

Despite her visual similarity to their creator, most people who know her creator do not mistake them as their creator also has purple hair.

Lia

She's the oldest of the plushie clones. Due to this, she can control the younger ones with ease as she knows how their mind works. She rarely does it though.

Out of the others, she's the only one their creator trusts to help make the others.

Some people often mistake her voice with their creators'. The fact their creator sometimes speaks through her doesn't help correct it.

There are rumors she can control more than one plushie body but no one seems to be able to stumble across any proof.

Johannes

He can cook quite well. Mostly because his boss loves to do so. He will also give you a "(¬_¬)" look when you burn food.

He's been given a spell that practically turns him into a walking scanner and printer. As such, he always has blank pieces of paper with him.

His chosen weapon is a shovel.

Due to his boss' occupation, he has developed the ability to spot subtle changes in environment caused by ghosts.

Kazuya

He's a major fan of conlangs and is actively trying to make the most cursed one possible just because he wanted others to suffer reading through his notes. (Someone please give tips on this.)

He had a habit of getting people in trouble by saying the most helpful advice in the most condescending way possible in a bet that they do the opposite. (He has mostly stopped. Mostly. He can and will do it again if you cross him.)

Despite wyverns often having poisoned stingers for tails, he seems to have feathers on his tail that hides the stingers.

He likes putting accessories on his horns, particularly those that sway when one walks or when it's blown by the wind.

Dr. Marcel de Lara

Due to his (extended) family having a tradition of naming their children that starts with the letter "M", he sometimes uses the initials to pin certain requests onto other cousins. They do the same things to him.

His relative deals with a lot of magical illnesses and incidents. He deals with a lot of agents getting hurt in the most dangerous of ways. It probably runs in the family at this rate.

He removes a certain song from songbooks in karaoke establishments because it tends to end in someone getting hurt. No one confronts him about it but they seem to all know he does it.

He most likely is the cousin who plays video games to relax.

Tag list (no pressure (｡･ω･｡)):

@phoenix-and-found-family

@eight-cats-in-a-box

@heycerulean

@ghostlystarwanderer

[holyraviolidud]

I gotta be honest, you utterly scare the hell out of me but at the same time I can't stop admiring the beauty of your art and your dedication towards happiness. You're just so brave and unique and your art is so damn self aware I look towards you as an inspiration even though it eats away at my nervous system like termites at tree roots. Most people are terrified of making characters their self inserts, but you're so self assured that not only do you draw yourself a LOT, you draw multiple clones of yourself in the same artwork, draw them interacting, as various monsters and characters, and with so much confidence too- that's something I admire you very much for. It feels like a strong message- you aren't just an addition to the artwork, you ARE the artwork. They're inseparable, to the point where to see one is to see the other. I've never seen any artist aside from you engage in their works in this way before.

It's a strange balance- You find beauty and comfort in the macarbe and have the freedom to self indulge to such wonderful degrees, to paint yourself like god and live in a heaven of your own creation, while painting such hellish and grotesque illustrations. Your artwork hits a strange spot with how you somehow succeed in beautifying the revolting, while having it retain all of the visceral horror that it's associated with.

I swear the way you draw has left such a mark on me that no matter how innocuous the artwork is, anytime I see something vaguely resembling your style or you in artwork, I start looking for messed up gore and decay so it doesn't jumpscare me later.

Thank you for existing.

-storm

thank you so much for sharing your feelings yay!! I'm always interested in reading my followers' opinions about me and my art!!!! thank you!!💖💖😍😍🥸🥸🤌🤌🤌🤌

yeah I have same face syndrome (and I like it) but not all of my artworks are self-insert!!! sometimes i draw myself (I look like me lol) but mostly there are my ocs which are way much worse pepol than me ahdjisisoaoaajha

don't be afraid im nice and sane as most weird artists!!

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OC Questionnaire

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here and here, @somethingclevermahogony here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife here,

Rules: answer the questions for your OCs, then ask three more questions to others!

Tagging @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @eccaiia @dyrewrites @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @willtheweaver @chauceryfairytales @reininginthefirewriting + ANYONE

These accidentally built up. Since I got tagged multiple times this may be a little long. I will do one OC per set.

#1- Robbie

What's your favorite type of weather?

“I mean, I guess I like it when it's cloudy, maybe even a bit gray. It feels cozy, I guess. Especially if it's cold, because then you have an excuse to stay inside.”

Who was the last person you told a secret to?

“Probably Akash. He knows my secrets better than me.”

Have you ever broken a bone?

“There was a ramp up to the playground in kindergarten, and I slipped and broke my arm on the ramp. It was the day before the talent show, so I had to go on stage with a cast.

More Robbie: OC in fifteen, OC in three, two truths and a lie, picrew

#2- Gwen

What's a childhood fear you had?

“I think it was...that I would one day find an evil clone of myself. Or a dark version of me. I guess it was all the cartoons I watched! (Laughs) I suppose those things happen a lot less in real life.”

What's in your pockets?

“My drumsticks. I developed a habit of twirling them when anxious or bored. Thankfully I've gotten boy's pants for years so I can have better pockets.”

Ever considered therapy?

I'm assuming this is post-Pt2

“What? No, I-- *sigh* I don't need therapy. I'm needed elsewhere.”

More Gwen: OC in three, picrew

#3- Maddie

Salty, spicy, or sweet?

“Spicy. I enjoy the risk.”

What is your favorite game or sport?

“Hm. Anything Mario related. But I'm really good at Mario Kart.”

What was the last thing you threw away?

“The instructions for the LEGO set I just built. The Batmobile, for the record.”

More Maddie: OC in three, picrew, two truths and a lie, filled in Bingo

#4- Noelle

What’s your favourite food?

“Saying I have a favorite food is ridiculous. It's food - if it's good, it's good. I guess anything my mom made. And I like to think my cooking is good. I like doing it at least. I couldn't pick a favorite.”

What’s the worst joke you’ve ever heard?

“Any that comes out of Robbie's mouth. (Pause) I think that was a little rude. Parker - he thinks he's a lot funnier than he is.”

If you could go anywhere in the world to visit, where would it be?

“I'd like to go wherever my dad is. Talk to him. See why he and my mom aren't together anymore.”

More Noelle: OC in fifteen, OC in three, filled in Bingo

#5- Jedi

What do you do for work?

“Oh, I love my work. I have a doctorate in the power database. I run constant tests on DNA from different Alii to compare their genetic makeup so the database remains accurate and thorough. I make notes of trends among the abilities of different Levels, as well as noting the subpowers, and how those subpowers look on a genetic Level. I am currently working with my dear friend Carmen to study the long-term effects of Alii who grew up on Ceteri, and how their powers develop throughout their adolescence.”

How much sleep do you get?

(pause, rubs the back of his neck) “I do have insomnia, so I get a normal amount of sleep for that. I may take medication to fall asleep occasionally, but I am usually reading or running diagnostic tests.”

What’s your favourite animal?

“I am particularly fond of kitsunes and water foxes. I also always wanted a pet ferretsnake, as well.”

More Jedi: OC in three, Picrew, acearo smash or pass

#6- Kelsey

Who would you miss the most if they left?

“Maddie. She's been my best friend for years. I wouldn't know what to do without her.”

What is the funniest thing you have ever done?

“Not check the bathroom stall lock in second grade. It's how I met Maddie though, so I'm grateful I did that. I also put on a handmade puppet play for my cousins a few years ago. Improvised the whole thing.”

Who cares about you the most?

“Maddie. And Hye-Jin. They've never stopped caring about me, even though they show it completely differently.”

More Kelsey: OC in three, picrew (now inaccurate since I'm dying her hair black), filled in Bingo

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

Alright, you've made it this far. Here are the questions:

What is on your nightstand? If you don't have a nightstand, what would you put on it if you did?

What are some of your hobbies?

What is your system for organization?