#Robosister

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12 YEAR OLD OCS; SIDE B

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Dawnstripe [@enigmatic-enigmas] (she/her)

My first Warrior Cats oc... those were the days. Dawnstripe is a medicine cat in Riverclan. She originally wanted to be a warrior, but on her very first day of apprenticeship she tried to climb a tree and. well she fell on a rock, landed paws-first and had all of her claws break off. My fifth grade mind was very creative. Anyways, after she became a medicine cat, she almost immediately got into a half-clan relationship and had two kits. I never thought about one of the kits, but the other one got into a relationship with a dark forest ghost and they?? Domehow had kits?? Ask past me.

Description

She was a grey cat with bue eyes and three purple stripes on one of her ears. As stated above, she had no front claws.

Elwen [@peregreen] (she/her)

my LotR self-insert! protagonist of my first fanfic, she was the younger sister of Isildur and Anarion. When Numenor fell, she survived by .... floating to the shores of Middle Earth while clinging to a wooden harp case? It's a bit fuzzy to me now, but I do remember having a romantic arc planned out involving Glorfindel. Anyway cringe is dead, long love self-inserts and middle school escapism!

Creation [@catboirights] (she/her)

Created when 13 year old me thought bright neon colours, asymmetry, zombies and mild edgy gore were cool (I still do). She’s now been flushed out with a loving evil scientist dad and robosister <3 I love my freak daughter

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Robosister - Powerwash!

"Robosister" is an entirely inaccurate name for this, but it's what I put down and I can't come up with anything better yet so fuck.

Alright, this is what I described it as on the works progressing page:

Monsters are a problem! Though not as much as they used to be.

Thanks to the brave efforts of our troops on the far side of the portal, the horror of the beast attacks have lessened considerably. But the danger is not yet passed! Random beast emergence - of both normal and macro-scale beasts - remains problematic! The last dying gasps of our otherworldly aggressor, you see? Sending their last scraps against us out of spite!

Thank heavens there are fine, violent monster-hunting individuals like Raymond Weeks out there to keep us all safe! Raymond Weeks, latest of the Weeks family, renowned the length and breadth of the country for their sterling service in slaying macro-beasts with their family owned and operated giant robot, Colossotron! Hurrah for Raymond!

Raymond is not a happy bunny, however. His little sister isn’t talking to him because he’s made her go to an eye-wateringly expensive school rather than teaching her the ropes of monster-battling like she wants to. She says it’s her birthright. He remembers how dad’s lungs had liquefied and dribbled down his front because of fighting big monsters. He remembers scraping what was left of mum out of the cockpit. Raymond doesn’t want that for her. He doesn’t want to be left on his own.

So he misses sleep to battle monsters to get paid to keep her in school. He misses meals. He runs on empty and the stimulants that Colossotron can inject him with.

He makes a mistake.

Meanwhile his sister proactively makes friends with the child of an awesomely famous beast-hunter who just-so-happens to be attending the same school. Together she - and a merry band of others - decide to try…uh…fuck. Something. Work it out later.

Basically.

The problem with Robosister is that it's maybe four or five loose concepts that I like, and these concepts don't stretch to cover the skeleton of what would be called the plot. If you follow. Not helping this is that the skeleton - or plot - is not there to start with. So what I have is a handful of ideas I thought were neat, just lying on the floor like fish in the bottom of a boat.

The concept are something like this:

1) Giant monsters are cool. Giant robots to fight the monsters are cool. Smaller monsters are also cool, and having smaller people around to fight them is cool too. Ergo, monster attacks are a problem for whatever reason and people are out there who fight them. Sorted.

2) A guy is super-good at killing monsters but is abjectly terrible at every other part of life. Unfortunately for him he is now the sole guardian of his whip-crack smart, endless-dynamo-of-energy of a little sister. He has no idea what he's doing but does know he wouldn't like to see her get killed fighting monsters the way their folks were. His struggles with hamfistedly accomplishing this cause more harm than good.

3) The idea of someone being in a terrible, terrible slump - a slough of despair - and having someone else come into their life who bucks it up and likes them and wants to see them improve and actually does make them improve and makes them want to improve themselves in a cycle of support and self-esteem. It's cute.

4) A bloodthirsty cyborg lady who hunts monsters primarily using their own boiling blood drained from their bodies, steamed and blasted back at them. And her genetically-engineered daughter who was sired exclusively to take up the mantle and is surprisingly insecure despite being - by most standards - distressingly perfect.

So yeah. Ideas but NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM.

STORY OF MY FUCKING LIFE

Here's a bit:

“You should probably get some sleep, Raymond,” Colossotron said. For a fifty-foot death machine designed and constructed by hands unknown from esoteric and eye-wateringly rare materials for the sole purpose of combating and killing roving giant monsters he sounded surprisingly concerned. Raymond just grunted.

Raymond wasn't really in the mood to talk. He didn't stop powerwashing the flesh and blood from the bus-sized chainsaw that made up a significant proportion of Colossotron's right arm. Normally it was kept folded back so that Colossotron just had two regular arms with two regular hands he could do regular things - albeit on alarger scale. But sometimes you really just needed to cut a giant monster in half.

That, in fact, was exactly what Raymond had needed to do maybe four or so hours previously. Hence why he was now blasting the remains of that monster off so they didn't gum up the workings of the saw. Maintenance was vital.

Colossotron sighed. An odd habit but one it had picked up nonetheless. As a machine, you didn’t hang around with people for years without going a touch strange.

“It's been nearly three days, Raymond,” Colossotron pressed. Raymond grunted again, louder, and shook his head. This caused some of his hair to flop greasily down in front of his face and he pushed it back with yet another grunt. Grunts were Raymond's primary mode of communication, when he wasn't stammering and falling over his words whenever he had to talk to someone who wasn't Colossotron.

“Still have stuff to do. Need to clean you up. Need to – uh – to,” Raymond faltered. He checked the back of his hand where he'd written his to-do list. All the water from the washer had left the ink smudged, and his already incomprehensible handwriting was now entirely illegible. This didn't stop him trying to read it anyway.

“...stuff. There's stuff. Just a few things. Need to do them.”

He nodded off for maybe a split-second, lurching forward and accidently hitting the control panel for the mobile gantry he’d been standing on. The whole thing jolted and his eyes snapped open, hand reflexively grabbing for the guardrail and keeping him from falling. The coffee mug that had been sitting on the panel was not so lucky and tumbled downward, turning end over end, spilling its lukewarm contents and then shattering into an unfairly large number of pieces across the hanger floor.

Raymond looked at the mess and blinked. Slowly.

“Great,” he said.

More mess to clean up.

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Just hosing down a fatty while her creator scrubs her down, and her robosister in arms is by her head, absorbing anything she burps up. If she ever looked back, Jadebot would miss how simple things were, instead of scraping teal marshmallow gremlins off the walls.

(It's more like looking forward. TZ and Rox haven't appeared yet, as the factory just opened)

It's certainly an odd sight to see, robot or not. Just a bunch of Jades (bot or otherwise) all collectively ganging up on a chocolate-covered mailwoman with the intent to clean.

Not a sentence you hear everyday.

[breadthecat]

Pitch Fever Lvl: -5 Appearance: actual white skin, bloodshot eyes with grayish pupils, pale teal hair in a ponytail that “lights up” with color when using large amounts of power, medication bracelet, always wearing a long sleeve turtleneck, black pants/leggings(?), hides heeled boots. Extra: hair and power can change to red color if he’s really mad, wears long sleeves for a reason, adores his robosister Neffy. Bio: (subject for minor changes Born and raised in Goodfare Laboratories, Pitch is the son of Dr. Goodfare And... Ms. Dr. Goodfare. Neffy was created by Goodfare to be a caretaker for Pitch after finding out Ms Goodfare was terminally ill with a genetic illness. Pitch was loved by the scientists there at Goodfare, lovingly dubbed “Pip Squeak”, or Pip for short. At age 7, long after his mother had passed on, there was a terrible accident at the lab. This cloaked the lab in flames, needing an emergency evaluation off the island it was located on. A little too late was it realized that Neffy and Pitch had gotten separated and left behind. They made it off the island but never managed to reunite with their family. Pitch, bitter and abandoned, grew angry at this. His smaller size, young age, and difficulty maintaining his power made others not take him seriously as a hero, so he decided he’d be a villain instead. It was so much easier for him anyways. Neffy isn’t built for this but she tries her best, it’s her duty to make Pitch happy after all. After several years as a feared villain, things began to go downhill. Coughing, weakness, difficulty staying conscious, Pitch had the same illness his mother had. This lead to Pitch going “missing” for a while, too ill to fight. Neffy fortunately got her hands on medication for him, needing him to wear his bracelet at all times.

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12 YEAR OLD OCS; SIDE B

Creation [@catboirights] (she/her)

Created when 13 year old me thought bright neon colours, asymmetry, zombies and mild edgy gore were cool (I still do). She’s now been flushed out with a loving evil scientist dad and robosister <3 I love my freak daughter

Solaria Aoi [@ura-0m0te-lovers] (she/they)

ok Sol has so much lore. so she started out as a roblox rp oc ok.her name was Solar she had like a "dArK sIdE" or evil twin named Lunar which was her but. purple. ok then eventually i got into beyblade burst. and for some reason, with no like. canon alignment i decided to make her like an angel or something. like she has fucking angel wings which happens to NO ONE ELSE IN CANON like everyone else is freaking human Except for her for some reason she has wings. and of course she perfectly ties in with the two other ocs i made for another anime where pretty much everyone is human except those two now. so thats how she is . and shes gotten a ton of development like shes a fully fleshed out REASONABLE non-mary sue-ish character (except shes still siblings with some of the strongest characters and dating the like. fandoms favorite character [its because i like him]). im not getting rid of the wings im attached. thats like her whole story . her being. i cant take the wings away from her without like. that would be a whole new oc ok? oh yeah her original iteration was her being possessed too. which i also made fully fleshed out and. ehhhh vaguely reasonable. but thats an au not like her canon

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Recap 18/6/18 - 24/6/18

Whoops, forgot the recap again. What will people think of me! I'll be a laughing stock!

Ha. Aha. Ha.

For real though consistency is important.

Flash:

Nothing valuable is easy.

The truth is unappealing.

Avocado on toast is a thing.

Overdevelopment.

No one can stand to watch him die, but no one can stand to help either.

What news from the internet!

Watch of the future.

Why aren't we prepared for everything?

Act in haste, regret at leisure.

Organised chaos - it's a conspiracy!

Sexy sci-fi hijinks.

Differently? Better?

Trying to remember something.

What else?

Fooling fairy hunters.

Two years of this shit.

A quote from Snowblind, the NaNo version.

A bit from Puddlejumper, which some people enjoyed in defiance of all reason.

Me waffling about the incredibly poorly-titled Robosister.

Engagement Friday happened again and, again, achieved nothing of note.

A video, of all things.

Even more Puddlejumper! Who would deserve such a thing?

Stan, Stan the window man.

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Characters I remember: 1- Tillie from Cold Hard Hugs. Loved her!! 2- Mr Douglas from Snowblind. 3- Jessica the dragon girl. 4- There's this guy from By His Own Hands. The end of this story made me feel very sad. 4- There's also this guy, who, I think, was a driver of some kind of machine. I can't remember the story very well. But the scene in which he went to see his sister in her dormitory was very good. It made me wish to know more about their relationship. I think that's enough for today. LOL

Holy crap! Someone’s been paying attention!

Tillie's okay actually, I guess. Well I liked her. Which shouldn't be a surprise to anyone...

I’d forgotten about By His Own Hands. That ain’t a happy story, no.

And I think that last one was the ever-poorly named Robosister. Or the thing I did that later became Robosister.

Wow!

You know this stuff better than I do!

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Robosister

That’s a working title, obviously. There is a giant robot and there is a sister, so until I figure something out this is what it’s called. I put a thing here earlier that kind of...is about it. Going to hammer it into part of something longer later. Maybe. I don’t know.

Anyway!

This is a bit of it. Who cares. Whatever. I’m cold and miserable.

“Why would you say that to her? She’s gorgeous! She’s gigantic! She could throw you across the room with one arm! What could you possibly hope to gain from this?” Emily asked, astonished.

It seemed he’d never stopped to consider this as he just blinked in stupefaction for a moment before looking Grace up and down for quite possibly the first time. At this point he noticed that she was basically flawless, something he had hitherto failed to see on account of not actually paying attention. He blushed, but was clearly in no mood to back down.

“She’s too tall,” he said, grasping at straws and having to look away. Even he was embarrassed at how lazy an effort this was, even if he didn’t consciously realise that it was shame that he was feeling.

“Now you're just reaching. Go away. Go away and think up some original material or something. Just leave. You're done here.”

He opened his mouth to reply and words failed him. He knew that Emily was entirely right and for the first time had realised that Grace was a devastatingly perfect specimen of humanity. He really couldn't honestly continue on with his original plan of attack given that just about anything he might have said would just have been a lie.

But backing down was unthinkable. He glanced to his associates and cronies. They too had finally cottoned onto the fact that Grace was an unnaturally gorgeous person and so they were thinking more or less the same as him. They too however knew he could not back down, and that if he did all their (already pretty limited) respect for him would evaporate. They were trapped. They were all trapped in a situation of their own making.

“Fuck you,” he said, leaving with his cronies in tow. This sorted out his immediate problem and got him away from the source of his troubles. He'd figure something out later, at a distance, where he felt safe. Emily watched them all leave, shaking her head sadly.

“People. I ask you,” she muttered. She then turned to Grace, plastering as big a smile onto her face as she could manage and sticking her hand out.

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The thing that later turned into Robosister. Man drives giant robot, is a depressed mess, has no control over his life.

WIP - Giant Robot Nonsense

This would be the, uh, story about a man who makes a living driving a giant robot and killing giant monsters to earn enough to send his little sister to a hideously expensive, prestigious school.

I like the general idea of this, but am not sure how I am hitting any of it. And this is just the first bit.

Ideally I’d like to…stretch out and make more of a thing of it. We’d cut to the sister doing stuff and we’d see how ragged the man is running himself. Maybe I’ll get to that. Right now this is just this.

I have ideas for this! Even a character who’s a foil for the main one! Me! Thinking about stuff like that!

Oh! Look how candid I’m being! Must be because it’s early in the morning.

Keep reading

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WIP-a-Palooza - Stuff I should try and finish this year, like, for real.

Assume, for a moment, that I'm not a lazy bastard.

Assume that I take the dawning of a brand new, shiny year as a sign that I should take the reins a little more tightly in my grasp and actually make a go of all these words I blurb out onto a screen on a daily basis. What might that look like? What might I be working on?

Well. These, I guess.

Snowblind: AKA my NaNo. The story about the guy trapped at work for twenty-five years trying to find his way back home to see his wife and child even if it kills him. It needs finishing, for one thing. It's riddled with gaps in all the places where things got too boring or confusing for me to be bothered to fill them in and that needs doing.

Then, once it's a towering mountain of garbage and typos it'll need going over again. And again. I asked a buddy of mine to do a proper drawing for the cover so now rather feel obliged to at least finish something and at least make it partially good.

I've taken to regarded my newly-discovered habit of actually going back and fixing up my old work as being akin to taking an angle grinder to a pile of shit in the hopes of finding something valuable inside it. But I would.

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'So where is the device': This would be the working title of something I wrote a huge amount of a few years back but which...needs polish. My wife described it (scathingly) as nothing but page after page of dialogue and I was wounded, but looking back I can see that, uh, she was right. And while a lot stories DO have a lot of dialogue they usually couch it in STUFF HAPPENING. And the dialogue is usually important. So that needs fixing. Make dialogue important, make stuff happen.

It's about a man from some nebulous department of mysterious objects being sent on a snipe hunt in the arse-end of nowhere mostly to get him out of the way, but it turns out to be have been the exact wrong thing to have done. There's trolls and a weird cube and dead fairies in heaps by the window and lots of nonsense. Conceptually it's alright, it just needs to suck less. I can probably manage that. It's already, like, fifty-k words and it doesn't even have a proper beginning!

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'ROBOSISTER': Have I mentioned I'm bad at titles? Work-in-progress or otherwise? Well I am. This doesn't have a robotic sister in it at all. As a concept though I actually kind of like this one. It runs a little something like this: in a world where roving monsters of varying sizes are a legit threat, a brother pilots a large machine to kill large monsters and – due to the death of their (formally monster-hunting) parents has become the guardian of his younger sister.

Unwilling to see her ending up doing was he has to do what he does for a living (his life is pretty miserable as piloting the giant mech that kind of indirectly led to the death of both your parents is both lonely and exhausting) he bends over backwards to get her into a very expensive boarding school. Between the fees for that and the costs of running his giant robot, he has very little money left. And no friends. Or leisure time.

His sister dislikes him for this too, but he likes to think it's the right thing. Later, the sister joins some vaguely-clandestine 'we like monster hunting' club at the school and some conspiracy happens I don't know. That bit I thought about later; it was just meant to be a short story trying to get across how rotten he feels for doing what he did but I kinda felt it needed expanding. Sister needed a say and something to do! Later, uh, stuff appears. I had it all in my head.

And she might befriend a living-machine, like from Cold Hard Hugs, because I like putting bits from other shit I wrote into, uh, shit I wrote. For kicks. Weird suggestions that everything I write all happens in the same place, somehow. Again, it all makes sense in my head.

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Proper Schooling: Oh God, this mess. I wrote about this somewhere else but I really, really want to get SOMETHING done with it. If I have to pound my forehead against the keyboard until it's a bloody smear I swear on...well nothing really because I doubt I'll do it, but still – but I should really get something done with it! Then I can try to fix it up. The world doesn't need my ridiculous story about school and bullshit, but it'll probably get it. Maybe? Probably not.

I think I might change a few things around in it though...for kicks.

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Those would be the 'big' stories I figure I should be writing, since everyone and their mums is writing novels these days I figure I should probably get back on that particular horse and actually, you know, try. While also churning out dumb short stories pretty much all the time, of course. Can't stop that particular habit of mine.

So viva 2017, eh? Let's see how all that works out.