#sso oc events

[sso-oc-events]

SSO OC Event: Beach Party!!! 🏖️🌞🎶

Your OC is invited to a party at the Fort Pinta beach! There will be music and dancing, snacks and drinks, swimming if you're not scared of Bruce, and a bonfire when the sun sets. You're welcome to bring your horse too, if they can handle the noise and crowd.

What is this? A creative event where you create a themed pic or fic of your SSO OC, and post it. More info in the pinned post here. Dress code: Beach dance party or swimwear!! Weather forecast: Hot and sunny, clear skies. Date: July 14th, 2024 (you can post earlier or later if you need.) Hashtag: sso oc beach party 2024, or, ssoocbeachparty2024 I also recommend that you @ this event blog in your post to make sure that your post gets seen 👀

You can make art, fics, take / edit screenshots, dress up your OC in The Sims or Picrew, anything goes. More info in pinned. Have fun!

[juni-ravenhall]

juni at the beach party, resting her legs and looking at some of you guys' ocs doing stuff off screen :3 this skirt was one of my fav in my early days of playing and she wore it all the time, having this tee now thats south hoof-ish and matches the old skirt makes me happy

i wish she could just look like this in game and not that i just did a bunch of editing.... "before" pic under the cut:

since im playing as junis brother to cope, i didnt bother spending sc to change the skintone or body or stuff like that for this photoshoot (it wont look like juni anyway). so i edited the hair curlier, skin more tan, edited the face and also shrunk it a bit to look better with the body proportions, etc.

the final look still isnt accurate to juni for stuff like body shape but its better at least.

[dark-rider-pr]

Zombie Apocalypse: Sabine Redesign

[doveshovel]

🏖️🐎🦈 they're just chilling :)

[stable-gremlin]

Riders of Fallen Dawn Introduction

It wasn't their intention to become the saviours of the world.

The Soul Riders were gone, the druids were tight lip and magic was being eaten alive. Literally. The Dark Riders need the Light Ceremony Book to bring back their lord but, like the four champions of Aideen, it had disappeared. Unable to use their magic to fight back and strung out between finding the Book and breaking Erissa free...

What are you going to do? Are you going to help the Dark Rider's with their quests or are you just trying to survive?

From September 28th to November 31st, you can choose how you assist the Dark Riders.

I know SSO prompt month is in October (hence the extended time) and from September to October, I'll be dropping some lore tidbits for y'all to go crazy with. October, I'll be writing fic with the SSO prompts and expanding the lore! Then, November...it's a free for all, baby! Have fun! Get creative! Use #Riders-of-Fallen-Dawn when you post!

OC's are welcom, Reader inserts are welcome, everything is welcome. Dark Rider re-designs dropping on the 28th so be ready to see how Sabine, Katja and Jay will be fairing in a zombie apocalypse, unable to use their magic.

[bellassoblr]

the girlies horses!! One tags along while the other fights back.

[askefrueee3]

Joining the Riders of the Fallen Dawn OC event, I present to you my first OC redesigned for it.

Riders of the Fallen Dawn event by @dark-rider-pr

Gerda

Before the outbreak, she used to be the champion of Pine Hill Stables, with her career steadily progressing after winning the Decker's Horse Show. After Sands decided to form the Dino Valley community, Gerda rushes to organize a proper move of the horses and resources from the PH stables on his order. Quite quickly she becomes one of the main technicians of the Valley, and definitely one of the most universally skilled. She is close with Sands, so often she is one of the first to know newest orders or even inform him of the issues at the base. Some of her choices may seem frivolous at first, but ultimately turn out quite insightful, for example she makes sure all possible horse blankets are stocked in numbers as high as possible, which later proves useful in the harsh climate of the valley, especially since they can also be repurposed to keep not only horses, but also people, warm. As for now, she is concerned, or simply anxious, about the possibility of water becoming infected, either by Silversong River floating into the DV water unclear, or by the burials of executed infected at the base. Due to more complicated lore reasons (which I will highlight in future post soon!), she wields some fragmentarised Vala magic/ energy, thus to ensure safety, she had to give up all her magic since the outbreak. As with other magic users, this stirs up illness in her body- which leads to constant, at first, cold, then, pneumonia- like symptoms and lacking blood flow to hands and feet. (which turn her skin slightly blueish there - mirroring Vala's looks) She tries to completely hide her illness from anyone, at this point, and continues her duties. She hides her weakness especially well from Sands. Gerda can be found most often by accompanied by at least one of her two horses- Ares and Sunrise Glory. Feel free to ask for her if you need any help with your horses, especially if you return to the Dino Valley from the outside world :DDD

[revengehorse]

no idea if i did this right, but:

Chrys Doe

a redesign for RoFD: a SSO zombie apocalypse AU

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Not player character/MC Chrys (she doesn’t/didn’t have powers in this)

Chrys lived in Cape West before the outbreak, but quickly fled to the mountain close by. She isn’t a part of a community, but she occasionally interacts with/helps other communities. Her Shire horse Solis helps her to quickly escape from approaching hordes.

@dark-rider-pr

[tatsuyam]

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[paigeswiftsea]

hi hi here's my writing for the first prompt for RoFD which is music!! Im also debating uploading it to ao3... just so ya'll can have all the prompt writings in one easy place.

@dark-rider-pr

Im sorry for the sadness I was listening to ethel cain while writing this so whoopsie.

Although if you want to hurt yourself like me I'd recomend listening to her "Televangelism" or " Sun Bleached Flies" while reading. just a bit more heartbreak lmfao.

small content warnings: small mention of blood, angsty

wc: 845

Blaire shivered as she walked alongside Storm, the steady drumming of rain only intensifying the chill in her bones. The sky was a dull gray, casting a cold, unforgiving light over the landscape. The leaves around her were turning—the one small beauty she could still find in this broken world. They drifted down in shades of yellow, orange, and red, carpeting the ground like a final, fleeting promise of life. But even here, among the autumn colors, she could spot dark stains on the forest floor, patches where blood, fresh or faded, told silent stories of struggles lost to time.

She wrapped her worn jacket tighter around herself, though it offered little warmth anymore. Humming quietly to herself, she kept her head down, focusing on each step along the muddy path. Walking had become her refuge; it was the only way to shake off the lingering stiffness from her last "tree nap"—an uncomfortable rest bound to a thick branch high above the ground. Sleeping in a tree wasn’t ideal, but in a world where survival meant staying a step ahead of the infected, comfort was a distant memory.

As she walked through the quiet, damp woods, her eyes caught sight of a small cabin tucked between the trees. She paused, heart quickening. The cabin looked abandoned—its windows broken, door slightly ajar, belongings scattered as if in a hasty retreat. Shelters like these were rare, and Blaire’s instincts urged her to investigate. She gestured to Storm to stay alert and moved forward, her hand tight around the knife in her grip. Better to be paranoid than dead.

Inside, she found only silence. The cabin was truly empty, not a soul in sight. She quickly shoved a chair against the door, blocking it to keep herself safe. She scanned the room, noting the scattered furniture and overturned drawers, remnants of someone else's panic. Her gaze landed on a small fireplace, and she felt a surge of triumph. A fire would be a blessing in this cold, damp weather, a small comfort that she hadn’t experienced in too long. But then her eyes drifted to something else—a piano, an old upright nestled against the wall, its polished wood dulled by dust and neglect.

Blaire hesitated, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a piano, much less touched one. Almost reverently, she walked over and sat down on the worn bench, her fingers hovering above the keys. She lifted the lid, brushing away dust, and let her fingertips graze the ivory. Even after all this time, her hands instinctively found their position, her muscles remembering the patterns of long-forgotten songs. Tentatively, she pressed down, and a low, wavering chord echoed through the cabin, each note slightly off but still familiar.

She winced at the sound—the piano was in desperate need of tuning. But something in the rough, broken notes felt right, like the instrument understood the fractured world outside its walls. Slowly, she began to play a melody she knew well, a tune from her childhood, simple and comforting. The notes filled the cabin, pushing back the silence, the melancholy lilt carrying her back to a time when music was a source of warmth, not a fleeting memory.

As she played, her eyes slipped shut, and the rain outside seemed to fade away. For a few precious moments, she could almost pretend she was somewhere else—safe, warm, whole. But reality crept back in, a chill sweeping over her as the song’s last note faded. She opened her eyes, her fingers lingering on the keys, reluctant to let go.

A sudden creak from outside jolted her back into survival mode. Her body tensed, knife back in hand, ears straining for any sound beyond the quiet patter of rain. She glanced at Storm, who stood alert, his ears pricked, eyes scanning the shadows beyond the cabin’s walls. There was nothing, only the relentless rain and the weight of the world outside.

The piano suddenly felt like a relic, a piece of a life she could no longer afford. Shaking off the spell it had cast, she rose from the bench and set her knife within easy reach. She moved to the fireplace, gathering what little firewood she could find, managing to coax a small flame to life. As the warmth began to seep into her, she let her gaze fall on the piano one last time. In another world, she might have stayed longer, filling the cabin with music. Here, music was a luxury, a whisper of a past she couldn’t reclaim.

Sitting close to the fire, she began to hum softly, a faint echo of the tune she’d just played. It wasn’t much, but it was something—a small piece of herself she could still hold on to, hidden and safe in a world turned cold and unforgiving. As the rain continued to fall outside, she closed her eyes and let the warmth of the fire and the lingering memory of music wrap around her, if only for a little while.

[corneliafogwell]

Most importantly: @stable-gremlin made the sheet for me (I've only written the lore tidbits) and I genuinely could not be happier🥹 Cornelia looks just how I imagined and what I had in mind when I wrote with her. Thank you SO SO much and much love to you 🫶🫶🫶

Cornelia Fogwell

Ever since she reawakened as a vampire, she's been part of the Valley Community. As a Valedale druid surviving ("surviving" haha), Cornelia became a technician, and often helps with patrols around the Dino Valley and taking care of injured riding parties. That is where she, still being a vampire after all, also feeds, mostly on one deadly injured person, while healing other deadly injured and helping them survive, so that in total, more people survive than they would without her presence.

Cornelia often feels guilty about her doings. She keeps two books, one specific to her vampire information, and the second a collection of notes to every day where she knew if something and what happened.

She was originally a passionate birder working for the wildlife preservation centre in Hollow Woods. As a druid Cornelia possesses healing magic which is the only thing that can soothe her guilt when she uses it.

@dark-rider-pr

[sso-oc-events]

SSO OC Event: Midsummer! 💐🐸🌼

Your OC is invited to a Midsummer's Eve celebration in Moorland! There will be dancing around the maypole, flower crowns, a buffet, midsummer music and fun times. And when the sun sets, it's a chill hangout with friends and family... unless?

What is this? A creative event where you create a themed pic or fic of your SSO OC, and post it. More info in the pinned post here. Dress code: Casual summer party - or traditional jorvegian clothes - or traditional clothes from another home country! Weather forecast: Warm and partially cloudy. Date: June 21st, 2024 (you can post earlier or later if you need.) Hashtag: sso oc midsummer 2024, or, ssoocmidsummer2024 I also recommend that you @ this event blog in your post to make sure that your post gets seen 👀

You can make art, fics, take / edit screenshots, dress up your OC in The Sims or Picrew, anything goes. More info in pinned. Have fun!

[saleemb]

May I present to y'all RoFD Najma (lore under cut) (@dark-rider-pr :3)

Naj' used to be in DV community, but is now wandering around Jorvik in search of a reason why everything is happening now. She's quite confident in her survival skills, and her arm (which might be the reason of her exile) Titania followed her, not really knowing what to do. She's now stuck in her horse form, for some reason, her shape shifting abilities are linked to magic. But it's quite handy for Najma, she can ride all day and Titania has no word on that. They cannot communicate verbally anymore. Naj' is quite the talented sniper, she's always going stealth when she can. Her arm got created by herself and Katja, discovering that draconium was a good energy source, but so unstable it might explode at any moment. Sands didn't like the idea, it meant putting everyone in base in danger. She never felt so free since the outbreak started, she probably consider it as a new opportunity to shine (bright). Her main goal is to reach north and Wildwoods, she thinks it might be a safer place (but will probably be disappointed) (might draw a few one shots, stay tuned)

[dark-rider-pr]

Zombie Apocalypse AU: Katja Redesign

[ihavenousernameideas]

OH MY GOSH

OH MY GOSH

OHHHHH MYYYYYYYYY GOSSSSSHHHHHHHHH

[iskell]

I decided to join the fun :>