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[agentsterling]

Been extra tired and a little dehydrated since I got back from my mom's. I also have to clean house this week for company this weekend so I will RP when I can but I will be scarce until all this craziness is done. 👍🏻

Thank you for your patience!

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THE AVENGERS (2012) dir. [REDACTED] AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR (2018) dir. The Russo Brothers

[agentsterling]

OC STRUGGLES IN THE RPC

honestly writing an OC in this community is another set of issues.

the soul crushing feeling when you see “no OCs” in someones rules

constantly having to dumb down your canon

adjusting to adapted canons

the amount of your own canon and lore you have to sacrifice to do that

when you mention wanting to write a canon, people that have never shown any real interest in your OC jump out of the woodwork to encourage you to do it

when you do it, and that canon gets more attention than your OC ever did

the alternative of that: when your first character was canon and you transition to writing an OC, people suddenly disappear

fandom OCs that outgrow their fandoms and muns that feel they have nowhere to put them

endlessly worrying if your character is too sue-ish, even after x-amount of years

TRIPLE THAT IF YOU’RE PLAYING A FEMALE OC

oh my god female OCs need their own post

female OCs constantly being underestimated and dismissed; being held to a different set of standards than other OCs

honestly i know people that are straight up afraid to write a female OC for these reasons. they’re discouraged before they even start because they know they will never get the same acknowledgement

people assuming simple, stupid things about your muse (can we all agree to stop guessing whose muse is taller and just look from now on?)

feeling like you have to jump through hoops to keep up with everyone else and keep your character fresh and interesting so people don’t lose interest

canon blogs that shit on OCs– you realize you were OCs too right? what would the original writer of your canon think?

no seriously, it can be so discouraging writing an OC. how many ideas are you killing by snubbing OCs? the future of creative media is in our hands!

has someone stolen my canon?

is my canon too similar to someone else’s?

do they think i stole their canon?

and what do you do when somebody does steal your canon? it can be so hard to prove and it’s so easy for it to be dismissed

having your OC written off because of the face claim choice– that face is constantly typecast, nobody can take it seriously, they’ve been overplayed and ruined. (we love you, nina dobrev and 1D OCs, you’re doing gods work)

honestly, i’m sure i could keep going. if you ask your local OC muns, they’ll be able to tack a few of their own struggles onto this list. hell, i encourage you to!

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A lilac point Siamese cat ran and jumped onto your hip.

Not to far away a young woman was cursing.

The cat jumped back down and tried to lead you in the direction of the woman.

"Oh. Okay, hello." Sterling greeted the random cat, raising his arms and turning around as it jumped on him. He wasn't sure what was going on but he supposed he had heard of service cats. Maybe this woman was in distress and the cat was leading him to her for assistance.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?

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Je suis Muzzy. J'ai très faim. Puis-je avoir un parcmètre pour manger?

"Thanks to this anon, I'm pretty sure Muzzy is my sleep paralysis demon at this point."

[agentsterling]

🍓 What is something you and the mun disagree on?

"Pineapple belongs on pizza and she can fight me."

[agentsterling]

sterling's a monster fucker, pass it on.

"Excuse me. A what?"

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Bonjour. Je m'appelle Muzzy. Avez-vous des horloges ?

"Oh goddamnit. Not the Muzzy anon again."

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"Now you play it out all in your mind. We can hide away until the end of time. I can see just what it is you need: a land of make believe where you and me can run and dream."

Independent, selective, and mutuals only multimuse featuring a collection of OCs and canon characters from Marvel, DC, Teen Wolf, The House in the Cerulean Sea, and more! Written by Psy (she/her, 30+). Graphic courtesy of Red.

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[agentsterling]

I'm at my mom's house and I checked Tumblr and said "oh man. My dash is THIRSTY. I forgot it's sexual Sunday!"

She looked up and said "I don't want to know what that means."

😂

[agentsterling]

I'm absolutely exhausted and my brain is too mush for replies. Send me memes and asks. It's too early to go to bed but I'm so tired so I'm lying here like a slug and eating junk food. 🫠

Embarrass my boy or something. I dunno. Lol

[agentsterling]

Today's goals: coffee and kindness ... maybe two coffees, and then kindness.

. Liza Wells SHIELD Agent / Communications Specialist Bio | Rules

[agentsterling]

Trying to do as many replies as I can tonight but tomorrow I will be gone all day at my mom's house. I'll be sleeping over so there's no telling how much rping I will get done tomorrow. I will likely be exhausted but I don't sleep well there so I'll probably WANT to stay up and rp but my brain will be mush. lol

Might end up just posting memes tomorrow to get to when I get back home Monday.

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[Advice] Don't eat yellow snow....... urine for a big surprise if you do.

"I don't knooooow. It could be lemon flavored! You know how much I love lemon!" Sterling played along with a smirk.

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[Advice] Put down the fire child!

"She has a name."

That was a no.

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"Well, I should hope so." Sterling chuckled at his suit jokes. "Looking like I'm about to audit you is my signature fashion." Ah, these jokes were wasted on the wasted. He wouldn't even remember them in the morning. Oh well. He loved seeing Steven grinning like an idiot as he stumbled down the uneven, but arguably beautiful, streets.

As Steven tripped again, Sterling lunged to catch him and was thankful he caught hold of him in time. He laughed at the comment about being strong, mumbling a little reply about how he worked out on and how the suit was to hide his chiseled abs. In truth, he was just trying to get Steven home ALIVE.

"Your heart was weighed in the afterlife?" He commented curiously, though he chalked it up to the ramblings of a drunk man. "Damn, I have a feeling mine would be quite heavy. Though I wish your body matched your heart right now." Again, he chuckled, keeping the mood light for them as they traveled the night, a jurisdiction of protection Steven usually held.

Sterling shifted Steven's weight a bit so that he could dig in the bag. He tried not to snoop in it, giving his friend his privacy, and only pulling out the first thing that felt like a wallet instead of actively searching it. Flipping it open, he found himself distracted from his search for the address by his brown eyes catching the name. And the photo.

Marc Spector.

Could this be another alter? Or perhaps the original. It was rare for D.I.D. to only create one personality. He knew there was at least one more within his new friend. He'd concluded that both Jake and Steven were alters so either this Marc was the original owner of this body or he was yet another alter he was discovering by accident.

Sterling quickly typed the address into his GPS, setting it to walking instead of driving, and slipped in into his pocket for it to verbally guide them. He needed both hands to carry this light weight, after all.

"You'll have to thank Jake for me for letting you have the body tonight for our visit. I know he usually takes nights. I hope that won't cause too much of a disturbance in the schedule for he and Marc. You all share an address, correct? I'm not about to drop you in the wrong place, right?"

Not that he would just drop him and run. He had to play the mom friend. Make sure Steven had a glass of water, slipped off his shoes, and got the man safely in bed.

"You are a gentleman, yes! Of course you are --- you look like a gentleman, after all! V-very nice suit, by the way, very... posh, yes! Suits you, the suit. ---Oh, funny, the suit suits you, g-get it? Suit and...suit... hah, English's quite the thing, no...?"

Honestly, Steven's might be more than just a bit tipsy, despite only having had those two sugary drinks. Perhaps the fact of those drinks having been sweet is making things so much worse; He vaguely remembers having read about it in the past, the fact that sugar only causes all the alcohol to reach the brain sooner--- something like that? Anyways... doesn't matter! He can walk, it's just this damn road being so, so...

"---I-if the road wasn't so bloody rude to m-me here, mate! Look, the cobble... cobble-things, stones, uhm--- look how bad they are being, making me trip all the time---" Just as Steven says it, he's off balance again, but manages to hold onto his friend for a second time - to which he turns his head to face Erikson, offering him a slightly lopsided but sincere smile. "Oops, s-sorry --- gosh, you're quite strong, yeah, like, I'm---I'm not exactly light as a feather, heh! E-even though my heart apparently is, was weighed in the afterlife by Taweret, all of that---"

---If only Marc or Jake were to be around at that moment, they would've certainly tried to keep their third in check, definitely. ...Thing is, Steven doesn't even know whether they're around or not, it's all a bit fuzzy and like static up in there...

It takes an additional second then, a moment of hesitation, before Steven realizes that his friend has talked to him - asked him for something. Wallet? Oh! "...Ah, yes, wait, I uh--- I think--- I have it here, yeah, here, i-inside my bag--- can you, uhm, take it for me, mate? Just--- grab it, it should be right there somewhere..."

...There is a wallet in his shoulder bag, yes, and Erikson will definitely be able to find it - thing is, he's carrying 3 wallets. And even though he usually puts the two wallets that are not his own into a separate compartment of said shoulder bag, he must've mixed them up on accident - since the one that's sitting in the main part isn't his own but Marc's instead, complete with his ID, of course.