#mar c

[inevitablyuncertain]

M and I ocs 👀

Full Name

Mar C Thegoblin of Stromkuhldur

Nicknames, If Any

marmoset. to me. no one actually calls them this.

Gender

agender, they/them

Sexuality

pan and explicitly poly, even if not many people want them~

A Song I Associate With Them

Go Go Go - Genevieve Artadi

3 Important Relationships

Azrok's Goblinoid Stronghold of Stromkuhldur. This is their home and their job and it's the most worthwhile place to live. Ignore that it's in the Undermountain and regularly at war with drow. It's a good place to live. Mar C genuinely loves it there.

Lt Greg, Mar C's boss. Mar C thinks its so cool and competent and there are very few orders Mar C wouldn't follow if given by a superior. Lt Greg thinks Mar C is...fine. But we must maintain goblinoid supremacy in the presence of other races.

Xie Wu, a PC in my candlekeep mysteries campaign who explored Undermountain as hired meat in his earlier adventuring days and got married to Mar C. He's not the only one who Mar C has married, but possibly the only one who's meant it and recognizes it outside of the Undermoutain.

2 Fears

Being alone. Goblins are social creatures :<

Disappointing their boss. They're very 'if i'm useful people will let me hang around' in addition to just being very employee-pilled

1 Element of their backstory

Full Name

(I don't have any OC's who start with I...and not even many with the letter I in their name. So I'll go with Will, who has the letter and is also, to be completely honest, similarly shaped. Stickbug of a woman.)

Wile (pronounced 'Vile') Von Reuss

Nicknames, If Any

Will. Technically a nickname, but what she primarily goes by

Gender

cis woman

Sexuality

straight. She's dabbled in women over her century+ but she just doesn't prefer them. So here's my single cichet OC.

A Song I Associate With Them

High Horse - Crane Wives

3 Important Relationships

Altan Von Reuss-Sentak, Will's half-elf cousin who largely raised her. Will recognizes that this was an obligation given (offered~) from people he wasn't very close with, and she deeply respects him. Altan, in turn, tried his damnedest to be stable and supportive for her, despite not knowing much about children or tieflings (or, as he would find out later, sorcerers).

Kim [last name pending], her human (second) husband. She cares about him, but doesn't love him, and he loves her but is not perhaps in love with her, cool and distant as she is. He's an artist in Baldur's Gate, and she married every so slightly downward, but Will doesn't like to explain herself.

Her parents, Cassiwyn and Fraro Von Reuss, and her older brother Maerel, all full-elf nobles living in Elturel. Will would insist that she doesn't have a complicated relationship with them, they're simply not close. It's probably for the best that they sent her to live a tenday's drive away, she's done well for herself in Baldur's Gate. Her parents, certainly, did what they thought was best for her [<- all said with perfectly smooth intonation, zero inflection]

2 Fears

Sometimes she worries if she's too far removed from her emotions, but she's just never managed to really bring them to life the way that everyone else seems to.

I don't think it's a fear she's ever acknowledged, but I think she would be deeply...unsettled if she ever had to have a genuine conversation with her parents. Fortunately, they're a people that communicate a great deal through implied meaning.

1 Element of their backstory

Will's first husband was chosen with the help of her parents, an older half-elf gentleman of good social and financial standing, which suited young Will just fine. He got someone pretty at his side and in his bed, and she got someone established who didn't expect a great deal from her while she found her hold in society. After he passed and she observed the obligated mourning period, she chose her own husband, not telling her parents until the engagement was already made. It's not petty if they didn't need to know.

oc asks if u love me

[abloginnameonly]

Maglubiyet's most employee-pilled goblin who will follow their boss to the ends of the earth and have a great time about it, too.

[smolcatpilot]

Playing in the Snow

[marsmarbles]

Consider: Mythicalswamp but Sausage gets flustered instead of Mog

[tlirswriting]

[They Colonized Mars, entry 4 // start here]

Venus:

Second planet from the sun, rendered uninhabitable 

Roman goddess of love, beauty, and sex 

> Atlas walks down the steps into Cythera’s, crossing the energy disruption field's threshold — a series of simple devices set up around the perimeter of the club to cancel out the city's artificial gravity — and he feels lighter, nearly weightless, the pressure lifting from his bones. 

> The air is warm and sweet in the hazy basement room, thick with candy-flavored nicotine and THC vapor. A tall, four-armed Venusian dances on a small stage against the far wall for a sparse crowd, glowing pink and glittering in the spotlight as she mouths along to the old 2260s pop hit Acid Rain. 

> The music thumps through Atlas, the beat reverberating up from the floor and settling into his chest, pulsing in his lungs. He unzips his jacket and makes his way to the bar at one side of the room to order two of his usual drinks; something strong and fruity with tiny paper umbrellas in it. 

> “This is what people do,” He says to SaM-B, talking over the bass as he sets one glass on top of it. 

> “I cannot drink; I have no mouth.”

> “That's okay, you just have to stand there, maybe you're… moody, and mysterious, or something. Or maybe you're shy, ‘cause it's your first time coming here.” 

> “And this is normal? I am doing it correctly?” 

> “Sure, yeah.” 

> Atlas leans his elbow on the bar and sips his drink, watching the spots of light spinning across the walls, watching the people — mostly Human — bobbing along in ripples or sitting at tables. Two bored-looking lesbians chat quietly in the same corner Atlas always sees them, but he never caught their names; nor the man in a leather harness with scars across his chest, or the girl with green hair that might have been natural. 

> “This place is usually packed tighter when I come here,” He explains. “Saturday night, people are rubbing against each other, snorting zidge in the bathroom…” 

> “This is fun?” SaM-B asks him.

> “Well, I like it.” 

> He downs the rest of his drink and makes his way to stand by the stage where a handful of people are crowded, staring up at the Venusian; she's ethereally androgynous, shimmering like a mirage, larger than life in her heels and moving like gravity forgot her. She calls herself Majel Stardust. 

> Alcohol works its fingers through Atlas, relaxing his shoulders, easing the knots in his back. He breathes — digs through his wallet for a 1.0 note — reaches out to her, hands touching briefly when she takes it, leaning close enough to smell her perfume and she tucks it into her bra. She's electric, dripping glitter, commanding attention; she's mile-long legs and hands you can't keep track of, she's power and grace, you'd almost believe the blasting music was her own voice. 

> It's all an illusion, but Atlas loves the show, dazzling lights mirrored in rows of bioluminescent spots along his cheekbones and down his arms, only visible when his defenses and inhibitions are lowered. 

> SaM-B holds perfectly still beside him, watching intently, its lights blinking in time with the rhythm. 

> She finishes her set, and disappears behind the curtain as the people cheer. A moment later, she's behind him, a hand lightly brushing his shoulder to spin him around. 

> “Atlas, baby!” Her voice is deep and rich like honey. “It's a Tuesday, what are you doing here?” 

> “Supporting artists,” He jokes as she leads him away towards a table near the back. “What are you doing, stealing me from the other queens?” 

> She laughs. “The next one's Mz. Tuna Piano, that bitch is always late.”

> He hums. “Yeah, she is.” 

> “But honestly, really,” She puts a right hand around his shoulders, and another right hand on his waist. “Talk to me. What are you doing here? You look like the train caught you.” 

> He sighs. “I, uh… I had a weird day at work, I couldn't go straight home. Needed to clear my head.” 

> She gestures to SaM-B after they sit down. “Who's your friend?” 

> “My weird day at work.” He grabs the drink balancing on top of it and takes a sip. “That, and somebody died again.” 

> “You gotta get out of there, honey; they'll eat you alive.” 

> “I will, soon, it's just…” He shakes his head. “And go where, y'know?” 

> “Here, maybe.” She sucks on a thin metal tube and blows a ring of pomegranate-scented clouds. “Anywhere. Doesn't matter much, does it?” 

> Atlas chuckles. “I'm not built for entertaining.” 

> “Some people like Martians, with your big brown eyes. You could grow your hair out…” 

> “No, really, I can't.” 

> She studies him for a moment, something knowing in her compound eyes. 

> “I'm gonna get out,” He repeats. “I have plans, I just need a little more time.” 

> She hums. “You want a hit?” She offers. “I hear sometimes humans get a kick out of CO2, makes ‘em dizzy — wonder what it'll do to you.” 

> “No, thanks; I'd feel kinda bad taking your air.” 

> “Suit yourself.” 

> He watches her curl her mandibles around her electric cigar, draw in a deep breath, and beckon him closer — he obeys, leaning in, and she tilts his chin up to press her mouth to his and blow; he breathes in concentrated oxygen, carbon filtered by her lungs, fresh and crisp, artificially sweet. He pulls away and giggles.

> “There,” She says. “You don't have to be guilty about it.” 

> SaM-B emits a high-pitched whine. 

> “Poor thing,” Majel chuckles. “Is it sentient?” 

> Atlas begins answering, “I'm pretty sure, yeah—” 

> “I wish I was you,” It beeps. 

> “I get that a lot, honey.” 

> He sips his drink and thinks about what it meant by that. 

> The night rolls on, soft around the edges, pleasantly dark and spinning like galaxies. 

>>

> Walking home, still buzzing, Atlas leans on SaM-B as they go — his body feels leaden and too-loose, metal pins digging into his flesh to keep his legs on straight — and he slurs: “D'you understand why I took you here?” 

> It beeps, “I think so.” 

> “My point…” The words swim in his head and roll clumsily off his tongue. “With all of this, is that there's more to being alive than your programming.” 

> They can see Mars’ two moons meeting in the middle of the sky through the top of the dome, dancing among silver ribbons of noctilucent clouds. 

> “I want a name,” It says.

> “Yeah?” 

> “I think Selene would be nice.” 

> “Yeah, alright.” 

> A beat. “Can I be a girl?” 

> “Sure, why not?” 

> “Thank you, Atlas.” 

> “You don't need my permission.” 

> It’s true, but she needs to hear it.

> They wobble along the street under holographic advertisements shimmering in the artificial sky. 

> Atlas vaguely remembers getting on the train — rising up over the streets, city lights glowing trails around him — dozing off, and waking up when the brakes squeal at his stop. 

> Staggering out into the cold air again, he's hit by the wind, particles of sand scratching his face and sticking to the corners of his eyes. The storm is habitable inside the dome (outside, the winds are harsher, kicking up dust clouds miles high) but unpleasant enough that he quickens his pace the rest of the way home. 

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[heartcircus]

dude they're communicating they're inviting one another to hang out i am so happyyyyyyyy

[marswholovestotalksblog]

I like to imagine that when c!Wilbur went to Utah (he doesn't actually go there in my headcannon, he's just a little cray cray) he gave c!Tommy his trenchcoat and as time went on Tommy personalised it by adding pins, trinkets, patches, you name it

[cursedbeasts]

Dahan

2023

Commissions

[zachbradleyphotography]

Falling in love

Corona Del Mar, California

[docsoos]

the kids are alright.

A collective of teen sims that I've created over the past couple of days.

(from l-r, t-b)

1. Amal Hassan - Self-Assured, Nosy 2. Amin Kotar - Geek, Overachiever 3. Solomon "SP" Parker - Goofball, Jealous 4. Maren "Mars" Spivey - Socially Awkward, Art Lover 5. Tatum Stanton - Self-Absorbed, Lazy 6. Kiefer Phelps-Yorke - Bro, Snob 7. Emmett Lin - Romantic, Generous 8. Monet Givens - Loyal, Hot-Headed

[nopefer-art-tu]

So little darlin', I beg

Don't you worry your head

Just turn the light real low

Hold me and kiss me

Real slow

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1945 Mars Martin JRM-3 C-FLYK PHILIPPINE MARS US Navy BuNo 76820 Navel Air Transport Service by Chris Murkin Via Flickr: 1945 Mars Martin JRM-3 C-FLYK PHILIPPINE MARS US Navy BuNo 76820 Navel Air Transport Service Arrives at Pima today 17th May 2025 Photo taken at Pima Air & Space Museum Tucson Arizona USA May 2025 HAA_5523

[rosetheocto]

OK can I just yap about a small misconception I’ve seen a lot of people make with Erica’s timeskip lore? Alright so pretty much everyone I’ve seen believes that after the events of S1, Erica goes on to join a bunch of teams again after The FailFleet Miis split apart, basically how things were for her before joining the 3DS Squad. Even the wiki says it right here:

I can definitely see how this mistake had started! But while it’s true she had to relive the experiences of traveling/tagging along with incompetent groups, all the death and fear and trauma… during this whole cutscene, Dan never confirmed she was a teammate of those groups.

“Erica decided to travel the world, hoping to use her newfound powers to keep wayward adventurers from their peril…”

Like, take a listen for yourself! The way he specifically worded how things were for her before snapping doesn’t really have a mention of joining a party/parties in between The FailFleet Miis and The Incident, just that she helped them! Dan already knew while writing her story that not only can people in the Travelers Hub tag along with other teams for specific ‘missions’, but also that there are already existing traveling mage characters in the world like Kazoo Man and Peppa!

I think something like that Great Sage role for her during this time was the route Dan was really going for, especially since it tied in a bit to her past arc of learning to have faith in others! This misconception about her timeskip lore’s been going on for years and I’m kinda surprised nobody’s talked about it (afaik)

LIKE DAN WORDING IT THE WAY HE DID HAS TO BE INTENTIONAL RIGHT?? I even looked at the simplified cutscene for the Main Channel Upload to double check if he said anything there and it still has NO MENTION of her specifically joining these groups she’s assisted!!

“Her name is Erica, and thanks to her unrivaled healing prowess many adventurers have been saved from an early grave…”

^ also this COULD be taken as more proof since he says adventurers like. it could be a mix of regular parties and individual people? idk maybe this is a stretch lmao

ok but it would be so funny if during a random stream i forgot about he was like “oh yeah she joined all those groups in between the 3DS and Switch playthroughs lol” and this whole yapfest ends up being pointless and i look super dumb :P

[meringuemooncake]

[tlirswriting]

And yknow I often see people being like "I HATE allegories the next poor bastard I see writing something allegorical is getting shot" & there's definitely a lot to critique in how I'd say a Majority of writers handle Fantasy Racism very poorly ... my heart longs for the allegory. I love aliens

[heartcircus]

can't believe armorstand roleplay is real on the realm

Ros: Maybe- [reading chat] put an armorstand with Clown's [armor replica then we get his head and put it on] Ros: [gasp] Pili...! Oh my god, and then he'd literally be there. Oh my god, he'd literally be there. Oh my god, stop! Ros: [excited] Wait, and then we can just roleplay with the armorstand! Yes! Oh my god, yes! Oh my- okay this is perfect. We don't even need him, we don't even need him. Ros: [laughing] Do you think if I built- if I made him a castle he'd login for like, 5 minutes? Do you think he'd do that? Ros: Okay, maybe I just need to make a bunch of castles and just ask him to login so I can show him.