#federation oc

[foolbohalo]

I want to see peoples fed ocs, i see more egg ocs than fed ocs

My fed oc predates elena and is considerer 'mother'

[mailb0xbunii]

new favorite federation worker just dropped !!!!! (forgot to add but he's also taller and lankier than average workers)

[shady-kittys]

I just wanna see more ocs man- I love seeing people ocs so much-

Make ocs, sonas, or even use characters you already have! Be cringe, be free!

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Saw someone else do this and i got the urge 👀 ill take any excuse to draw my sona(s) <3

[federthenotsogreat]

Blow my brains out!!🧠🌈

[heywoodvirgin]

SOFIA AZIZ /// FIA DOSSIER

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Worked hard for this template since I have 0 expertise with this kind of stuff! but it's finally there and it's how I wanted it to be !

Want the same for your V or OC? You can use this PNG here or download the Psd file from here for more freedom.

ps: please just credit me if you do !

[glowsticcc]

i saw one other person make a fedsona based off of their quiz result and i wanted to play too so i whipped this guy up in like an hour

they’re the chief meteorologist but when it rains like once a month the job is kinda boring

still morally questionable (kinda have to be to be s rank) but less in the unethical experimentation way more in the lies on government documents way

and also they have a fat crush on elena because i’m a lesbian and deranged for morally reprehensible women :3

[pink-key]

What does Kat think of the animal experiments that were done during the cold war? Ex-bringing a dog head to life, the animals sent to space etc

ayeee poster girl time

[ashialitbear]

There is a dark cucurucho o.o

[thedeadmansgirl]

A Chance to Start Over | Chapter 04

Pairing: Mark Calaway (The Undertaker) x Female OC (Mary)

Chapter Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ Only. Divorce, labor, water (amniotic sack) breaking, douche Mark, cheating spouse, still born, pregnancy, death from childbirth (not OC)

Length: 1560k

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Mark was sitting comfortably in his recliner in the den, a beer in hand, while he flipped through the channels. He had got back home from another work trip three days ago, and he barely even moved from his spot. Only getting up to go to the bathroom or get another bottle of Shiner. It would still be another few weeks before he had to go back on the road again, he figured since he basically ruined his second chance at happiness, he’d just drown himself in beer. 

He had time to let his thoughts and feelings sit and simmer. And he could never deny the fact that he loves Mary so much, and regrets saying the things he said. But at the same time, he didn’t want the heartbreak of losing another child, whether from life or its paternity.

Christ. He thought, if only Mary would see it from my eyes.  

Just then, his doorbell rang. Then it rang again, and again. He cursed as he got up, taking long strides to the front door. 

“HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN A DOORBELL IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE?” He bellowed as he opened the door and was surprised to see Mary, sweating, huffing and red. Probably from the Texan summer heat. 

“What the hell are you doin’ here?”

She pushed her way in, ignoring her ex husband’s question. She walked through where she knew he’d have the air conditioner turned on behind the couch. She stood there and for a few seconds felt relieved by the cool air blowing on her face directly. Mark watched her with amusement and surprise, he cannot deny the fact that she looked good in the yellow sundress that clings to her bump, and hugs her breasts that are so much fuller now. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans. 

He tried to shake the thoughts away, reminding himself why they are in this situation in the first place. Then Mary turned back to look at Mark, and shoved an envelope to his chest. . 

“Please sign the fucking divorce papers.” She begged the towering man who just looked down at her in surprise. “This is the fifteenth time, Mark. Please just sign it. It’s the right one. I made sure they removed the child-support clause.” 

Mark was stunned and absentmindedly clung to the envelope. It still feels so weird to him seeing her pregnant, and she has gotten bigger since he last saw her, and he didn’t understand why he was feeling the way he does, blaming it on the summer heat. He gulped as he scanned her body and saw the quick shift in Mary’s expression, insecurity, he told himself. He knew that look so well, and it only strengthened his case when she pulled her dress further down her bump and straightened her back. 

Her breath suddenly hitched. She winced, gripping the back of the couch, but quickly schooled her expression to look as neutral as possible but Mark caught that. 

“I figured you wanted your lawyer to look at it so I waited but after not hearing from you nor any lawyer on your end—” She stopped mid-sentence to take a few short breaths through her nose as she bit her lower lip. 

“What’s the matter Mark? What do you need me to add or remove from it? I can have my lawyer create a new draft. Do you want the beach house in Florida?” She continued soon after.

Mark realized he hadn’t spoken and shook himself off his daze, “I-I don’t need the beach house.” He began and her brows just furrowed and she took a deep breath, her grip on the back of the couch was turning her knuckles white.

“Then…what…do…you want?” She asked through gritted teeth. 

“I want you back, that’s what I want! But–but this… honey, I–I can’t…” Mark stuttered, gesturing at her bump. 

“So what are you saying?” She glared at him, and Mark couldn’t understand why she was huffing. She must be really mad at me for not signing the divorce papers right away. He thought. 

“I’m saying that we can still make it work, y-you and I can still be happy together… you can–put your baby up for adoption or something then–”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?”

Mark stepped back and felt like he had shrunk a few feet down. He just realized what he told her and now she’s even madder. With a hand on her bump and a finger poking on his chest, she hissed, “Sign. the. goddamn. papers. NOW!” 

“Now hold on a minute, we never had the chance to talk this out. Technically, we’re still married–” 

“We don’t need to talk about anything about this. We were only married on paper and in the sack, you made it clear when I left. If you’re saying all this now just to get your dick wet, you’re asking the wrong person. Go fuck someone else.”

“Ya think I’d want you back just to fuck you–” 

“It doesn’t matter now, just sign it so it could all be over and I’ll disappear from your life just like she did.” She pushed the envelope further into Mark’s chest and returned to grip the back of the couch trying to even her breathing, one hand still on her bump. 

She knew what she said was too harsh and she saw the hurt etched in his face. 

“Fine!” He snapped and ripped the envelope open, pulling out the documents. He looked around searching for something and then he looked at Mary. “What?” Mary asked in a hiss. 

“Pen?” He asked, matter of factly. “Goddamn it Mark! Bottom drawer of that desk–” She was going to point at the desk by the den when she let out a loud groan of pain. 

"What's wrong? Tryin' fake pains to get me to sign the papers quicker?" He snorts. "Should have led with that--"

“Shut the fuuuuck uuuuuuuppppp.” Mary moaned in pain, forcing her knees to bend slightly to a squat as the pressure grew stronger towards her center. She tightly gripped the back of the couch for support while she gasped for breath. 

“I- fuck-“ The sound of water trickling down the hardwood floor “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

Mark's eyes widen in surprise and, quite frankly, nervousness, as he looks down, swallowing harshly as he realizes Mary's water broke. 

"Well shit, I think your water broke.” Mark stood there wondering what the fuck to do. 

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” Mary glared at him, letting out a long breath as the contraction eased. 

“You need to go to the hospital.” 

“You think I don’t know that? Just sign the goddamn papers, Mark and mail it to my lawyer first thing in the morning.” Mary replied, heading for the door brushing past Mark on her way out. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Mark asked in confusion, surely she’s not going to drive herself to the hospital, is she?

Mary turned back to face him from the porch with a scowl, “What the fuck do you think?” 

“Good grief, woman. It’s not safe, you’re in pain. Let me at least drive you.” Mark responded a little irritatedly, grabbing his keys and wallet from the console table in the doorway. 

“No!” Mary held up her hand before Mark could cross the threshold. “I-it’s alright, Mark. Y-you get on with your day. I’m gonna be fine.”

“No, you’re not fine, I–”

“Really, please, I insist. I-I can do it. I know you don’t want—to be in this situation in the first place. I-I can do it.” Mark saw her trying her best to school her expression, but he knew she was in pain. Despite that, Mary still mustered up a smile that was meant to reassure him and his heart just dropped and shattered. 

He could only frown at the fact that she thought that she’s bothering him and he realized just how much he fucked things up with Mary. 

Mary is the type of person who always keeps to herself and does her best to do things on her own, regardless if it’s hard or painful, because she doesn’t want to bother anyone. A rough childhood with a narcissistic mother who tells her that she’s a mistake did that to her, and if Mark felt horrible after realizing just exactly how much he fucked things up with his wife, he can’t imagine her ever forgiving him now. 

But he will never forgive himself if anything were to happen to her and there was something he could do to help it. He watched Mary waddle towards her car, but almost doubled over in pain before she could open the door, holding on to the handle as she felt the baby shifted lower. Mark rushed to her side as she gasped in both panic and pain, pleading with her. “Come on Mary, please. Let me drive you to the hospital. You’re in no shape to do it by yourself. Just–Just think of the–your baby’s safety. Yeah?” Mary was panting slightly as she looked up at Mark’s emerald eyes, and nodded and muttered a pained “O-okay.” 

“Alright, alright. Let me help you in.” Mark guided her towards the passenger side of her car and helped her settle in before running to the driver’s side and wasting no time to drive her to the hospital. 

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[thesearchforbluejello]

Why does St*r Trek Pic*rd feel like Trek for people who don't like Trek.

[foolbohalo]

Me bc

Me bc I've only seen two other peoples fedsonas

[missr3n3]

introducing my newest oc: mike from the irs

[toon-topaz]

birbs for @cirilee‘s Federation Prime universe uwu Draco is ruler of the planet Syrak and based on a bird of paradise/peacock, and Cygnus is his most trusted advisor, based on a swan/duck

[federthenotsogreat]

Gaze upon the colors of king's new gown, I shall watch from afar, eyes always locked on fool's old crown.

[stopsayingthisaccountnameistakin]

nothing of importance is happening in VenVille, Camas County, Oregon!

But don't let that stop you from coming over!

Three streets!

Five churches!

Zero household pets!

Home of the worlds most average sized opossum and a white ten gallon bucket filled to the brim with grain sized agates.

VenVille you drop by?

°°°°

I don't have names for these bastard yet but I've been brewing up these characters since middle school : )

The goth boy is venvilles newest resident him and his mom just moved into his step mother's and stepsisters house and he his still having a hard time adjusting to his step mother's stricter parenting style, and his new sisters constant pestering. He has a kind of "I'm the smartest person here " mentality and takes himself way to seriously. But he is an excellent blacksmith and makes beautiful metal sculptures, he is also very loyal (albeit bossy).

The pinktastic redhead next to him is his sister, she has been held back a few times for her lack of teamwork skills and often gets into fights at school. But that's only because she cares enough to fight for her beliefs! She never takes no for an answer and makes it her lif mission to see just how far she can push people. She is also very passionate and puts her very best effort into everything she does.

The boy in the lab coat is obsessed with rue Goldberg machines and combustion engines. He is a very clever inventor. He has Tourettes syndrome, though since he is so focused when building his lil machines it usually doesn't effect the process, but sometimes he will ask the goth boy to help him since he's good with metal. ( This is kinda hard form him cuz he has a hard time asking for help. He doesn't want to inconvenience anyone. But he's made great strides in communication) he's incredibly awkward but the kindest person you've ever met, and an animal lover! Him and the cat girl are best friends!

The cat girl actually does have a name! : Dakota. She thinks she's a cat, I don't mean that she's a furry I mean she truly believes she is a breed of large hairless cat. She is very stubborn and strong willed she can be kinda mean spirited on the grounds that "felines care not for petty human Morales" although if she does go too far she is always determined to makes things right, the lab boy has awful luck with pets ( they always end up dying through no fault of his own) so she has graciously volunteered to be his "familiar". Mind you she is a feral cat and would take great offense at being called a pet! She has a real hard time getting her feelings across to people. But she tries: )