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[mimble-sparklepudding]

Summer Symbolism OC Questions.

A little list of OC questions based on the symbolism of Summertime.

Sunflowers - Growth and Success.

What is the most significant way in which your OC has grown since the start of their journey? Do they acknowledge this? Have others noticed the change?

How does your OC feel about their height? Would they prefer to be taller? Or more petite?

What is your OC's current ambition? Has this always been the same thing? Or has it changed over time?

What does success look like to your OC? Great riches? Fame? Immense power? A happy marriage? Or something else entirely?

What are the main barriers to your OC getting what they want? Whether in terms of their ambitions or simply their personal development?

Butterflies - Freedom and Spontaneity.

Does your OC believe that freedom is the most important value that a society should hold? Or does it rank below things such as security, social harmony or adherence to traditions?

Does your OC like to make decisions on the fly? Or are they more inclined to plan carefully and weigh up every decision before they commit?

Does your OC welcome committed relationships with friends or partners? Or does a sense of mutual obligation feel constraining or even stifling?

Does your OC like to keep a calender, planner or some other way of organising themselves? Or do they prefer to wake up each day with no clear plan?

What is something your OC has always wanted to try, but has yet to do so? What is holding them back?

Swallows - Travel and Adventure.

To where would your OC most like to travel? Assuming that cost, distance and other practicalities were no object…

Is your OC particularly adventurous? Or would they really rather prefer a quiet life, if such a thing were possible?

Does your OC like to travel light? Or do they prefer to take as much luggage as possible? Or even bring as many of the comforts of home as they can manage?

In order for your OC to consider something an adventure does there need to be a level of danger? Or are they happier enjoying risk-free excursions?

What is something your OC always takes with them wherever they go? Is this for purely practical reasons? Or is there an sentimental motivation also?

Picnics - Nourishment and Sharing.

What is your OC's favourite food to eat in hot weather? Or do they not have much of an appetite in the heat?

What foodstuffs might your OC pack for a long journey? What would be their prime consideration in choosing what to bring?

Does your OC willingly share food? Or do they jealously guard it from the wandering fingers of peckish companions?

If your OC were to attend a party or social gathering where they were required to bring food then what would they bring? Would they make it themselves? Or are they more likely to buy it on the way?

What food(s) will your OC eat because they know it is good for them, even if they really don't enjoy it? Or is the health and nourishment aspect of food not really a major concern for them?

Beaches - Warmth and Relaxation.

Does your OC find it easy to relax? Or do they need to be persuaded (or nagged) away from their duties and responsibilities?

What would your OC wear for a day at the beach? Would they chose something practical? Something skimpy and slightly scandalous? Or would they remain fully clothed/armoured at all times and make no concessions to the location whatsoever?

Does your OC enjoy warm climates? If so then is this because they grew up in a hot area? Or because they grew up in a very cold area and are pleased to get away to somewhere hotter? If they dislike warm climates then why is this?

What helps your OC to relax? Gentle music? The sound of softly falling rain? A stiff drink? A massage? Or something else entirely?

What would be your OC's ideal choice of chilled beverage on a hot day? A cold ale? A frothy milkshake? A fizzy lemonade? An outrageous and somewhat campy cocktail, replete with paper umbrellas, curly straws and slices of exotic fruit? Or something else?

[sins-cheotic-ocs]

I MADE THE ASK-BLOG!!! :D

So in this little ask blog you may ask questions to any of my ocs, they'll get your asks as asks on theyre in-universe tumblr! :D

Anon powers are allowed, you may mess with the oc all you want, just dont over do it please :]

A few ocs do know you are creators and will recive asks as such

I would accept to roleplay with ocs, its always run

Ocs without phones will get asks as voices in theyre heads instead as other blogs normaly do!!!

Ill list the ocs I have and/or want asks for in the list liked below :>

I may make ask events to send ask to other reality versions ( 1 , 2 and 4 )

You may ask me directly for some info about my ocs by ask or dm, just make sure to not specify who the ask if for if its for me :3

ASKS WILL BE ANSWERED WITH TEXT BOXES Ùw Ú.

PLEASE SPECIFY WICH OC YOUR QUESTIONS ARE FOR!! U. U

The List of ocs <-—————

[rosedawolf]

ABOUT ME!!

OC bios

!!TW, dark topics cuz trauma!!

Rose - Glitch - pre-trauma Rose

Shady

Demin

Corruptor

Matthew

Sange(vampire :o)

Unknown

Shadow

OC list!!

My sister's OC

Places info:

The Deeper Down.

Species info:

Gods/trait gods.

Elements.

Dorcha Demons

World Eater Demons

Artifacts:

Other OCs:

Syrip

All of this is a w.i.p please be aware.

!!This profile supports furries, therians, lgtbq+, and anything that isn't like, rude!!

[momojedi]

Tales of the Guard 2 | The Corries coruscant guard x original male+female characters

A/N: I wanted this chapter to be longer, I really did, but I just don't have the time for it atm :( My finals are in a couple of weeks and I need to focus on that </3

Summary: Mylo meets his new commander.

CW: somewhat violent protests?

WC: 1,6k

divider by saradika!

I didn’t sleep much that night.

I tried, Force, I really tried, but every time I closed my eyes, all I could picture was standing in the middle of some senator’s office, shoved into an ill-fitting uniform, trying to explain how I managed to lose an important diplomatic document or crash a speeder into the side of a Senate building, all whilst the judgemental eyes of the Order were on me and the screams of countless war victims I could not help were silenced by distant explosions. By the time the morning alarms blared next to my bed, I felt like I’d aged a decade. I dragged myself up, threw on the basic armour the Guard had given me, and stared at myself in the mirror.

It wasn’t a good look. The red stripes on my shoulder made me stand out like a beacon, but not in the good way. I wasn’t a trooper. I wasn’t really a Jedi anymore either. Just stuck somewhere in between. Too disobedient to be trusted with the battlefield, too Force-sensitive to be tossed out completely. I didn’t belong here. I didn’t belong anywhere. And the worst part? I was supposed to be better than this.

I was supposed to be leading troops into battle, commanding respect like all the other padawans my age - like Ahsoka, like Barriss, like Cal and Caleb and the dozen others who had never gotten "special talks" from the Council after yet another failed master. They were knights-in-the-making. I was... a liability. An extra problem the Order didn’t know how to solve.

And now, instead of being trusted with soldiers, instead of being given a mission, a chance - I was being demoted. Assigned to work beneath a clone commander.

The insult sat bitter and sharp in my chest. If the Council wanted to punish me, they could’ve just kicked me out. They could’ve stripped me of my rank and sent me to clean up after broken droid in the undercity for the rest of my life. At least that would’ve been honest. This? This was just humiliation dressed up as "discipline."

Still, I wasn’t about to show up late on my first day. Not if I wanted to avoid getting arrested.

I made my way to the Coruscant Guard headquarters, a squat, heavily fortified building tucked into one of the government sectors. Red-clad clones moved in and out with the kind of sharp, mechanical precision that made my skin itch. At the entrance, two troopers stopped me.

"Name and assignment," one of them barked. "Mylo Syann," I said, trying not to sound like I hated this already. "Er, Padawan. Temporary attachment to the Guard. Ordered by the Jedi Council."

They glanced at each other for a moment. Then, one of them muttered into his comm before jerking his head. "Commander Fox is waiting for you inside. Good luck, kid." The way he said it didn't exactly fill me with confidence.

I stepped through the reinforced blast doors and into the heart of the Guard’s headquarters. All grey steel walls, flashing datapads, and troopers moving with ruthless efficiency. And there, standing with his arms crossed, red painted helmet hiding his obvious frustration, was the man himself.

Commander Fox.

I knew who he was, of course. Everyone in the Temple did. The clone who enforced order in the mess of a city that was Coruscant. The one who took no nonsense, bent no rules, and, according to rumour, had about as much humour as a malfunctioning droid. He looked me up and down with clear disapproval before even saying a word.

"So," he spoke, tone dry enough to sandpaper steel. "You're the Council's latest problem child." I bristled immediately, but I bit my tongue. Barely. "Yes, sir," I said through clenched teeth. He gave a humorless snort. "Great. Just what I needed. Another headache."

He turned on his heel and started walking without waiting for me to follow. I scrambled to catch up, my boots thudding awkwardly on the polished floors.

And as I walked behind him, something in me twisted, ugly and hot. Something I was not proud of. I was a Jedi. I had trained my entire life for service, for leadership. And now I was trailing after a man who had been grown in a lab to follow orders without question. Not even a Knight would stoop to this. Not even the failed ones.

Fox led me through the halls, pointing out briefing rooms, the armory, the cells - lots of cells - and finally into the main operations room. Holomaps of Coruscant flickered across several displays, showing current patrol routes, threats, and high-alert zones. "You're going to be shadowing different units," he said. "Learn how things are done here. Start at the bottom. Work your way up." He turned to me, eyes hard.

"And Force help you if you think you’re too good to pull your weight." I stiffened. "I understand." "Good." He shoved a datapad into my hands. "First patrol starts in ten minutes. You’ll be riding with Stone’s squad. Try not to embarrass yourself."

Then, just like that, he stalked off, leaving me standing there with a knot of frustration and dread tightening in my chest. I looked down at the datapad. Sector 42. Lower Senate District. Civil unrest, possible riots, political tensions rising.

Welcome to the Guard, I thought grimly. Welcome to Coruscant's dirty little secrets.

And for the first time, a small, dangerous voice in the back of my head whispered: Maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t the one who didn’t belong here. Maybe it was the whole system that was broken.

The transport was already idling when I found them, a heavy-duty gunship parked along the Corrie’s HQ eastern landing pad. Red paint, standard Guard issue. The clones moved with quick, efficient purpose, checking gear and tossing casual jokes back and forth like it was just another day. To them, maybe it was. To me, it felt like exile.

Stone, the squad lead, stood near the front of the gunship, looking over a blaster pistol whilst tucking his helmet under his other arm. He was unshaven - not that he had hair to shave - and bore a small, angular tattoo etched just above his right temple. It wasn’t flashy. Just a mark, maybe to stand out, maybe just for aesthetic purposes, who knew.

"You the Jedi kid?" he asked without even looking up. I hated that word - kid - but I nodded anyway. "Syann. Mylo. Reporting for duty."

He looked me over once. No salute, just a flat, assessing stare and a shrug. "Hop in the back. And don’t get in the way. You’ll learn faster by watching." That was it. No briefing. No formal intro. Not even a question about my saber. Just a quick dismissal and back to business.

I climbed into the back of the transport and instantly felt it. The energy. These clones were… different. Not stiff like the ones stationed under Jedi generals on the front lines. Not snapping to attention at the sight of a lightsaber. They talked freely, made jokes, nudged each other like brothers at the end of a long shift. Probably because that's what just they were. Brothers.

It shouldn’t have surprised me. The Coruscant Guard didn’t have a Jedi General - instead they answered to the Senate, to Commander Fox, and only took Jedi orders when absolutely necessary. That kind of freedom, from the hierarchy and from the doctrine, shaped them differently. Hardened them, maybe. Or just made them sharper about who they trusted.

And that definitely wasn’t me.

They didn’t say anything cruel, didn’t exclude me openly but the way their conversations didn’t pause when I walked past, the way no one made room for me or offered a word… yeah. Message received. I wasn’t part of this squad.

The gunship lifted off with a low hum, merging smoothly into Coruscant’s endless traffic lanes. We dropped into a lower district fast, weaving between towers stained with rust and exhaust. The sky here was thinner, dirtier. You could feel the difference in your lungs. I leaned back against the wall of the transport, arms crossed tight. My armour plates pinched at the seams of my tunic. I tugged at them absently, feeling every inch the misfit.

This isn't where I should be. I should be in the Outer Rim. I should be leading men. I should be doing what I was trained for. Instead, I was riding shotgun with a group of troopers who didn’t want me, under two commanders who had barely even met me but probably already hated my guts.

Stone glanced back from the front, his voice calm but clipped. "Senate District. Lower perimeter. Protests’ve been heating up the last couple days. Mostly civvies, angry about conscription, war taxes. Just hold formation. Don’t escalate."

The transport slowed, then dropped into hover as the crowd came into view. Hundreds of civilians packed into the lower avenue, their chants echoing off the permacrete walls.

"The war is not our war!"

"Clones bleed - Senators feast!"

"Peace now!"

Signs waved, fists were raised, and the whole block buzzed like it was sitting on a powder keg. The moment we stepped out of the speeder, that tension shifted. Eyes turned to us and voices surged louder. The squad deployed like clockwork. Shields out, helmets on, forming a line between the protesters and the access gates beyond. And me? I stepped out behind them, slower, awkward, hand brushing the hilt of my saber just for the comfort of it.

"Don’t activate that unless I say so," Stone muttered as he passed me, adjusting the stun rod on his belt. I bit back a retort. I’m a Jedi, I didn't need anyone to tell me what to do. But that didn’t matter here.

Out here, I wasn’t leading anything.

I was just another body in a red-lined wall. And somehow, that stung more than all the lectures the Council had thrown at me combined.

[burnatnight]

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OC list

Gwenyth "Eagle" MacMillan [Call of Duty MW Reboot]

Character Sheet

Gwen's Pets

About Cassandra

About Lexington

About Jackson

Natalia Reznova [Call of Duty Black OPs]

Character Sheet

Flavia "Bell" Ostrava [Call of Duty Black OPs]

Character Sheet

Henson "Blade" Richter [Call of Duty Black OPs]

Character Sheet

Julia and Ludwig

Evelyn Leicester [The Walking Dead TV]

Character Sheet

Children

Eva's Pets

About Cylios

Self Insert

Carrie Ho [All of us are dead]

Character Sheet

Selfship Masterlist

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Notice

☞ Most of my pictures are from commissions, some of them are from neka.cc and picrew

☞ I'm not mind any proshippers but the premise is to be friendly to me

[dragonnerd]

Makin' a list of my LMK OC's 🐒 (Update with new refs) Drawings done by me. Coloring done by my friend @twilightthedragonbunny

Name: Ari J.

Backstory: A woman with childhood trauma and no sense of purpose outside of work gets isekai'd from her normal boring world into Monkiekid from a portal device that Syntax was testing. Now she's on an adventure to find her way home while making friends and learning to survive in an unfamiliar world.

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Abilities: Really good at fixing technology/robots/vehicles.

Personality: Tomboyish, Chill, Friendly, Independent, a bit of a potty mouth, Stubborn.

Hobbies: Robotics.

Likes: Coffee, Rock/Metal music, Trucks, Motorbikes, Butterflies, Robots.

Dislikes: Mornings, Sleeping, Cooking, Her bio parents, Dresses, Being called by her real full name.

___________________________________ Name: Shing Delun.

Backstory: The son of King Shing Shui and [Insert name of Queen/Mother when I make her], The only child and Prince of the hidden Cloud Mountain Kingdom. Delun is on his rite of passage to prove he is worthy of being the next king by journeying out of the kingdom walls to fight evil with the magical family sword, the Storm Blade.

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual.

Abilities: Cloud Summoning/Flying/Manipulation. Sword fighting. war form. Human form.

Personality: Quiet, Stoic, Calm, Kind, Noble. Secretly nervous around women.

Hobbies: Sewing, Cooking, Swimming.

Likes: Quiet walks, Tea, Rain/Snow/Storms. The cold. Reading. Learning about the world outside the kingdom. Baths/Showers.

Dislikes: Modern cities, Hot weather, Crowds, comments about needing his haircut, Evil People/Demons. Mi Mae.

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Name: Seth.

Backstory: One of eight monkey sons. Seth is the leader of the group of thieving brothers that live in their hidden cove. The group works together to trick humans and steal valuable/needed items for themselves or to sell to others for a profit.

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight.

Abilities: Human transformation, Sleight of hand, Fast.

Personality: Mischievous, Creative, Resilient, Funny, Trickster.

Hobbies: Wood carving, Stealing.

Likes: Any treasure (but mostly gold and jade), Exploring, Pulling pranks, playfighting. Ari J.

Dislikes: Cops/Guards, Getting caught, Other groups of thieves.

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Name: Mi Mae. (or the nickname 'Ash')

Backstory: A long-forgotten prisoner. The Mandrill demon was tortured and brainwashed to forget his past life before becoming 'Mi Mae' (Mi Mae = No name). He was left in prison for years until the prison literally rotted away around him, allowing him to finally escape.

Age: Proper age unknown but is around 700 years old.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Unknown.

Abilities: Fire manipulation, Smoke breath, Fighting.

Personality: Stoic, Vengeful, Hostile, Animalistic.

Hobbies: Drawing bits of memories that remain on cave walls, Collecting things that bring memories up, Hunting Animals/Humans/Demons, Collecting fangs.

Likes: Meat, Heat, Daylight, Fresh air, The forests, Being alone.

Dislikes: Humans, Cold, Darkness, Chains, Water, Forgetting. Delun.

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Child!Ari Au timeline Child!Ari Au: Ari gets isekai'd when she is five, gets adopted/raised in the countryside of Megapolis, and helps her adopted father with work.

Name: Wang Bao

Backstory: A normal guy living in a tourist town in the countryside of Megapolis, Works at a dumpling stand. During working hours he finds little Ari wandering around alone. Unable to find her birth parents, he adopts her as his daughter.

Age: 35

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Bisexual. (In the closet)

Personality: Caring, Cautious, Friendly, Little cowardly.

Hobbies: Fishing.

Likes: River fishing, Cooking, Rain.

Dislikes: Megapolis/Big cities, Annoying tourists, His job, Monkeys, Demons.

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Name: Fern / Bruce. Backstory: A tree demon guy that likes to go into human villages/towns/cities in disguise to try various types of food. Meets Bao and starts to develop a crush on him. He is now trying to hide his demon side from his human crush and his kid. Age: 100 Gender: Male. Sexuality: Bisexual. Personality: Boisterous, Humble, Strong, Foodie. Hobbies: Caring for trees, Trying new food, Exploring, Learning about Humans. Likes: Food, Human things, Bao. Dislikes: Fire, Winter, Woodpeckers, Other violent Demons.

[islandtarochips]

COD OCs List

"Warriors Task Force" -> #warriors task force

First Sergeant Tiala "Malie" Toa 🦈📝 -> #first sergeant tiala malie toa

Captain Kanoa Toa 🇦🇸📝 -> #captain kanoa toa

Sergeant Agnes "Blast" Falagi 💥📝 -> #sergeant agnes blast falagi

Sergeant Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison 🐿️📝 -> #sergeant nigel squirrel harrison

Dr. Aelan Kalani 🩺📝 -> #dr. aelan kalani

General Alana Kalani 🎖️📝 -> #general alana kalani

Chief Master Sergeant Tama Koa Nikau -> #chief master sergeant tama koa nikau

Case Officer Iowana Naituku -> Coming Soon

Las Almas OC:

Camila "Rosa" Flores 🌹📝 -> #camila rosa flores

Shadow Company OCs:

Lieutenant Callie "Snipe" Graves 🇺🇸📝 -> #lieutenant callie snipe graves

Lieutenant Kapo Taumoepeau 🇹🇴📝 -> #lieutenant kapo taumoepeau

Black Ops OCs:

Captain Koa "Hunter" Nikau 🇳🇿📝 -> #captain koa hunter nikau

Aroha Arehe Nikau ❤️📝 -> #aroha arehe nikau

Ghosts OCs:

Sergeant Casper 👻📝 -> Coming Soon

[black-suns-rim]

Current sky ocs

I can't remember if I've made a post about all my sky ocs before, but if I did, then it's getting an update. All of these sky ocs fit into the Ethereal Star AU

Note: an outlander is someone who was born outside of the Sky kingdom but still lives in the world of sky. Outlanders tend to be more animalistic in nature and feature wise

Sky kids

Puffball/zran

Little trouble maker

Arsonist

Pretends to be innocent/unknowing when getting caught

They/them

Jaunito

Talkative

Loves to explore

Love to cook

Outlander

He/they

Xaenait

Rebellious

Very punk

Loves to play guitar

Outlander

She/they

Chana

Assassin

Quiet

Attentive

Works for Mordechai

She/they

Adira

Assassin

Assertive

Agressive

Works for Mordechai

She/they

Mordechai

Cult leader

Cocky

Brutal

Mercilessly

She/they

Nagid/Lil guy

Cult leader in past life

Shy

Loves to learn

He/they

Ancestors

Maveth

Ex soldier from wasteland

Blacksmith/darkstonesmith

Hot head

Protective

Butch

She/they

Novian

Maveth's adopted son

Creative/artist

Shy

Has a stutter

He/they

Ravka/pops

Light muralist

Has adopted way too many kids

Fatherly/protective

He/they

Risto

Merchant/smuggler

Charismatic

Loves fashion

He/she/they

Atheria

Mistress/pimp

Elegant

Sassy

She/they

Kio-khan

Merchant

Reserved

Married to Misu

He/they

Misu

Merchant

Talkative

Friendly

She/they

Nandar

Used to be a royal advisor

Strategist

Magic wielder

Outlander

He/him

Castor

Shady dealer/smuggler

Witty

Charming

Outlander

He/him

Artair

Fisherman on wasteland’s coasts

Shy

Loyal/protective

Plays cello

He/they

Olali

Blunt

Deadpan/monotone

Magic wielder

Outlander

He/they

Veluboga

Kind hearted

Selfless

Positive

She/they

Kizuna

Holds grudges

Sassy

Selfish in nature

She/they

[yourlocalxiaosimp]

hi i think im spamming ur blog and i want to say sorry

ik putting anon wont really help but like ykyk

also i am very interested in your ocs please tell thank much

It’s aight my dopamine receptors thank you

Also FINALLY SOMEONE ASKS ABOUT MY OCSSSS

Okay uhh fuck I have so many so here’s a comprehensive summary list with pictures

Asa: a 15-year-old inventor/tinkerer who runs a tinkering shop that his dad owned before he died

Alxe: an Incubus who is either the singer of a band or a solo musician kinda like Verosika from Helluva Boss

Marian: a goth kid who I tried to justify the design of by making up a species I’ve scrapped but xe’s the drummer of a band I can’t come up with a name for (old drawing)

Blaze: The second person in Marian’s band who is also xir girlfriend (they’re gay, your honor) (still another old drawing but this one’s better)

Joyce: the third member of the band (he’s ace and trans :])

Clyde: my spidersona turned original character (he’s still a spiderman variant but he was bitten by a tarantula)

Silke: a Genshin oc I’m probably gonna redesign for the third or fourth time (she’s a ribbon dancer)

Dante: a mercenary character whose rp account I made and scrapped

Sticks: a young character I made who really likes sitckers

[spearslug-box]

Realized that I'm too lazy to make all those designs so have a list + iggy

[jackiequick]

TOP GUN OCs Part 3 ✈️

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Nurse Jordana "Echo" Walker 🩺

Callsign: Echo

Age: 38

Relationship status: Divorced, Single

Background: Jordana, known as "Echo," is a skilled medical doctor in the squadron. She earned her callsign due to her exceptional diagnostic skills and the ability to provide vital medical support during missions. Her father was a renowned military surgeon, which inspired her to pursue a career in medicine.

Personality: Compassionate, charming, level-headed, and dedicated to her patients' well-being.

Lifestyle: Echo leads a fulfilling life, both personally and professionally, and is committed to her role as a doctor.

Nicknames: Her colleagues often refer to her as "Jor” or “Jordan”

Extra information: What she loves the most is getting get nails dirty and behind the wheel of a car or plane, ever since she was a child she was fancied by the way Navy pilots took the skies and feel like nothing even better once they’re above the clouds. That feeling of watching the world spin around while your frozen to your seat in the air and the adrenaline you get afterwards. 

She was flying for a while in the late 90s—early 2000s, when she saw plenty of pilots become jet washed and she didn’t like it one bit, hearing stories about plenty being injured on the job and not a lot of staff on board, so that resulted in her taking up a medical exam. A few short months later, she started working alongside nurses and doctors to help nurse pilots back to health. Which is where she met Captain Maverick Mitchell, as he was injured after flight testing and sent to the medical wing of the North Islands to get check up, he was charming and thanked her for cleaning up his wounds.

With a smile Jor told Mav, “You gotta be more careful next time, Captain.” Maverick just grinned and nodding, saying he’ll try to best more cautious even though sometimes tells him, he will be back in this medical wing a few short months later. And he was right, meeting Jor again as she was sewing his wounds near his eyebrow. That time, he brought a friend who got hurt with him. Wraith. So she had two patients to nurse back to health, thankfully they weren’t that badly affected from the crash. Just a few cuts, bumps and bruises.

It didn’t take long for Jor to meet the rest of the 86 crew members, as Hollywood, Wolfman and Slider would make appearances at the hospital along with their friends Iceman, Buzz, Valkyrie, Sunset and others. Sometimes it was for checkups, other times to see some of their friends at the clinic but sometimes they just liked hanging out with the staff. Mainly because they were good people.

Captain Apollo "Mack" McCleary🔐

Callsign: Mack

Age: 42

Background: Mack, known simply as "Mack," is a control room operator. He earned his callsign due to his impeccable skills in managing communications and mission coordination. His precision and reliability make him an essential part of the squadron.

Personality: Analytical, total sweetheart, humorous, reliable, and a natural problem-solver.

Lifestyle: Mack has a steady and disciplined lifestyle, often working long hours in the control room.

Relationship Status: Mack is married to his high school sweetheart.

Nicknames: His colleagues affectionately call him "Mac."

Extra information: Apollo has been in the multiple square areas and has been working ever since he started back in 2005 in the Navy, wanting to be apart of Blue Angels and be behind the controls. He has always been one to have honest honor and respect towards everyone around him, putting his trust and thoughts into pilots he believes who can take the heat as he navigates them from the operations center. Such as Iceman, he would give all his attention and follow his leadership, as he stands back in the frontline of the control room sending up to the skies.

But it also gets him into a lot of trouble, due to him listening to Maverick during the Darkstar Project for Mach 10! Apollo knew it was supposed to be canceled that day, but a part of him though they gone so far into the process of making a jet that can go hypersonic it was worth a final flight according to Maverick. So Mack and his team got to quick work setting everything up in the control room launching Maverick into the air as he commuted with him from the ground reaching Mach 10–but it cost him and Hondo in some trouble with Admiral Cain afterwards. Even though, Apollo got into some trouble he was secretly grinning due to the fact that they achieved that purpose for the project, running home to his high school sweetheart to tell them to the good news.

Afterwards, Hondo gave him a call telling Mack he would be sent to Top Gun to help manage communication and mission coordinations. He was humorous about the fact that he would be returning back to North Island. But he always knew that he would never have a bad reputation there, since one of his friends/lieutenants Fanboy Garcia and Payback Fitch would be sent out the same mission too. So let’s just say things got interesting when he saw how The Dagger Squad decided to challenge Maverick, because Mack was waiting for every single one of them for their push-ups with a smirk.

Mack had his arms crossed and said, “It was all shits and giggles, huh? Drop down and start giving me 10 then we’ll raise it to 20.” All the Daggers glared at him, dropping down giving him 20 push ups as Hondo grinned counting them.

Naomi "Nova" Reynolds🍻

Callsign: Nova

Age: 28

Relationship Status: Single

Background: Naomi, known as "Nova," is a bartender who owns a popular bar near the naval base. Her callsign reflects her vibrant and outgoing personality, which lights up the atmosphere in her establishment. She serves as a source of support and encouragement for the Navy personnel and fighter pilots who frequent her bar.

Personality: Charismatic, welcoming, and known for her sense of humor.

Lifestyle: Nova enjoys a social and active lifestyle, always looking to bring joy to those around her. But she also sassy, knowledgeable due to being a bartender so she knows secrets, and loves karaoke.

Nicknames: She's often referred to as "No" by her regular customers. The women know the rules for the bar set by Penny Benjamin, so she doesn’t have a problem telling people “No”, or “No roughhousing, take it outside.”

Extra information: Naomi never really knew what she wanted to do in (still doesn’t to be honest), as she always has dreams and aspirations for things but as time files so quickly it feels like those ideals weren’t coming as fast as she wanted. As Naomi always said she wanted to be a writer, a musician of some kind finding herself making stories and music, then posting them on social media for some sort of attraction. One afternoon, at The Hard Deck she decided to take a chance singing on the small stage with her old guitar and caught a few eyes.

Penny, the owner of the bar saw how nice of an impression she made on the crowd and offered her a chance to sing whenever she wants. She even asked if she was open to working at the bar as well, Naomi didn’t mind it at all and agreed to Penny’s offer. Training under her and practicing bartending. And to be honest, Naomi loved it!

Working at The Hard Deck made her smile, let her have some fixable schedules since she had an active lifestyle and socialize with brand new people everyday. It resulted in her meeting some friends such as Lucky Kenner, who she already met before she started working there, and the rest of the Daggers. Anyone who walks into the bar, she’s always the first one to greet them at the counter with a smile pouring drinks and taking orders. They would say she’s a sight for sore eyes with an encouraging enough smile.

Jeremy "Renegade" Turner 🗃

Callsign: Renegade

Age: 47

Background: Jeremy, known as "Renegade," grew up in a family with a military tradition. His father was a Navy pilot, and he followed in his footsteps. His callsign reflects his tendency to sometimes push boundaries and sometimes take unconventional approaches during missions, often against orders. Makes sense how he ended up with Maverick as a friend.

Personality: Adventurous, sarcastic and snarky, witty, a bit rebellious, and unafraid to take risks depending on the situation.

Lifestyle: Renegade is a single pilot who leads an adventurous and sometimes unpredictable life, as he’s always sent on missionary work to go undercover and investigate tasks for the Navy. Sometimes it makes him question his line of work and wonder when’s retirement for him again.

Relationship Status: Single

Nicknames: His fellow aviators often call him "Ren" for short.

Extra information: Due to him messing around with Maverick and his gang so much, it makes wonder if he needs new friends, then he remembers Iceman and Wraith are there then he feels a little better. He thinks he’s sarcastic, stubborn as hell and snarky until he met Iceman’s wife Daredevil also known as Hazel, who nicknames him Hawkeye as a joke.

Ren has been working on and off duty for years, everytime he thinks he’s off the hook or thinking retirement is on his way—BAM! He’s given new duties to watch over new records and recruits for TOP GUN, which in his opinion ain’t so bad. He actually liked the new fresh faced students at TOP GUN, being so young and spirited in the way they fly. Some are way cocky for their own good where they get in trouble with their superior officers meanwhile others are trying to keep an low profile and just learn from their own actions.

Ren being well..Ren, always try to get under their skin and see what they’re made of, in small manners. Like let’s say he’s talking to another person and a student is running in the halls, he tells them to not do that but they won’t listen. So in result, Ren would lean a foot outwards causing the student to trip and learn to not run in the hallway. “Oops..i said watch where your going!” Ren said with a little smirk.

Sometimes Ren gets dragged into the craziness of Maverick Mitchell and the others plan. Such as when he was given the role to return to Top Gun as an independent counsel with Hondo and Hazel, having to watch over the team of returning recruits for the highly competitive mission. A few of them, he trained himself being their co-instructor years back, being Payback, Phoenix, Yale and Harvard. Even met Halo once during her classes.

Ren was in charge of being the one up in the far skies and taking notes of the crews flying skills, measuring their speeding length as they went along. Having everything ready for pre and landing as well! Like said beforehand, Ren has a tendency to not always follow orders and end up regularly regretting it later depending on what it is, pushing a few boundaries when it came to Admirals. So in result, he was the one to open the hard deck without Admiral Cyclone’s permission for Maverick to fly and even a few other things.

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[aphroditeinthestars]

HI i am also curious about the oc thing can u do number 7 because it is the lucky number 😜😜

(People keep picking background and underdeveloped characters, which forces me to develop them, so thanks 🤭/gen)

Number 7

Fayette Juniper Nyx

Birthday-February 10th

Species-fairy/faery

Height-normal 6 inch human form 4’10

Age-16 in fairy years(1600)

Pronouns-she/they/fae/ze

Sexuality-pansexual

Fayette was born to undisclosed parents in Pixie Palace (the land of pixies) as her parents were shunned from the Fairy Grove (land of fairies) for being faes. They were executed shortly after, so she was raised by her aunt and uncle, who were a fairy and pixie couple. They weren't necessarily neglectful, but were very busy people, as they volunteered for the Magic Council. Do to this, Fayette was often left to faer own devices throughout the day. She also often snuck Into the Fairy Grove, becoming friends with Grace Winters, daughter of the fairy queens. When zeir uncle died of prolonged exposure to MMP (Manic Pixie Powder- a drug of sorts that causes hysteria and insanity through its fumes alone, and has other-usually fatal- risks when ingested), her aunt was left alone to take care of her. She stopped volunteering so she had time to focus on Faye, but soon became infuriated by her independence. Faye wanted to do everything theirself do to their upbringing, and her aunt didn't like the way fae did things, which eventually led to her selling Fayette to the Cadets (explained in a previous post).

She eventually started dating Grace, and still works for the Cadets to this day. She helps to train newer recruits.

(Sorry it's kinda short lol)

[momojedi]

Tales of the Guard 1 | A masterless Padawan coruscant guard x original male+female characters

A/N: I watched ROTS at the movies with my friend last night and we were talking about the Coruscant Guard which reminded me of an old fanfic I started ages ago and that was rotting in my drafts... so I dug it out again and we created some (more) self-inserts for the story. I don't know how far I'll continue this but it seemed like an entertaining idea, so here you go! Mylo is - you guessed it - my character La'uu is hers! (though she'll appear later)

Summary: Mylo - padawan without a master, and at this point, not even sure if he counts as a real Jedi anymore. After clashing with his fifth mentor for disobeying orders, going off-script, and doing things his way the Council finally has enough. Instead of expelling him, they pull him from the frontlines and reassign him to the Coruscant Guard, under the sharp eye of the notoriously grumpy and by-the-book Commander Fox.

CW: none

WC: 1,3k

divider by saradika!

The hangar of the Coruscant military base buzzed with the usual chaos: astromechs weaving between rows of ships, the sharp hiss of welding torches, troopers shouting orders over the roar of engines. It was a well-oiled machine. And then there was me, the one piece that didn’t fit, scrubbing the grime off a shuttle with a sponge that smelled worse than a rancor pit.

I slapped it against the side of the Republic transport, grimacing as the grease just smeared around instead of coming off. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Boots soaked, sleeves rolled up, temper fraying by the second. Every few minutes, a new creative curse slipped out under my breath. Pretty sure my old etiquette instructors would’ve fainted on the spot.

Sitting on a stack of crates nearby, munching on jerky like he was at some kind of show, was Fives - ARC trooper, pain in my side, professional slacker. And to my luck also someone I considered one of my closest friends. "You missed a spot," he called, smirking without even lifting his head. I shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel. "Say one more word and I’ll scrub the floor with your face." Fives just laughed, lazy and amused. "Temper."

I bit back the hundred things I wanted to say. It’s not like I wanted to be here. It’s not like I ever wanted this. The Council hadn’t even bothered to pretend this was a real punishment. After my fifth master - fifth - had handed me back like defective equipment, what else could they do? First it was Master Krevlin - "too independent." Then Master Drayden - "too reckless." Then Master Lish - "too combative." On and on, the list kept growing. Every time, I thought maybe it would be different. But every time, it ended the same way: orders I couldn't follow, lines I would cross, decisions I made on my own because waiting around for approval would’ve cost lives. And they hated that. The Order hated that.

A familiar voice broke into my spiral of self-loathing. "Condemned again, huh? What did you do now?" I glanced up - and there was Ahsoka, grinning at me like this was the funniest thing she’d seen all week. Dust clung to her clothes, her montrals stained from a recent mission, but she still looked more relaxed than I felt.

I scowled. "What’s that supposed to mean?" She chuckled, folding her arms over her chest. "You’ve been on ‘disciplinary duty’ so often, I’m starting to think you like it." "Maybe he’s working toward a promotion," Fives chimed in, flashing a wide grin. "Senior Shuttle-Scrubber, first class."

I muttered something under my breath that would’ve gotten me double the chores if any knight overheard. Grabbed the sponge again. Scrubbed furiously. Worked the grease into a bigger, uglier smear, and finally, defeated, let the sponge fall to the floor with a wet plop.

"This is useless," I muttered. "Yeah," Ahsoka said brightly. "You just seem to make the shuttle look worse at this point." "I wasn’t talking about my cleaning," I sighed, stepping back and looking up at the endless grey ceiling. "Oh…" Ahsoka paused, and then gave a lopsided grin. "Well, take it as constructive criticism then."

Fives chuckled gleefully. I didn't even bother to glare at him this time.

Then Ahsoka stepped closer, her voice dropping so only I could hear. "Hang in there. I heard the Council’s deciding what to do with you. Could be worse than cleaning duty." I stiffened. "Worse how?" She shrugged, too casual. "You’ll find out soon enough."

Before I could press her for more, a commotion stirred at the far side of the hangar. Flashes of white and red armor cut through the chaos like a blade. Shock Troopers. Four of them, moving with slow, deliberate strides, closing in on us like we were a target. I dropped the sponge again, my gut knotting. "What are they doing here?" I asked, voice low. Ahsoka didn’t get the chance to answer.

A clone lieutenant with armour so polished it could’ve blinded me under the hangar lights broke from the group and headed straight toward me. Red markings slashed across his pauldrons, gleaming, sharp. He stopped just short of me and barked in a voice that brooked no argument, "Commander Syann. The Jedi Council requests your immediate presence."

I wiped my greasy hands on my tunic and smeared a lovely black streak down the front. Great. Real dignified. Ahsoka shot me a sympathetic look. Fives saluted. Without another word, I fell in step behind the lieutenant.

The Council’s chamber was colder than I remembered. Or maybe I was just colder inside. I stood alone in the center, trying not to fidget. In front of me, Master Windu’s stare could’ve flattened a Gundark. Beside him, Master Plo Koon’s steady gaze felt less like judgment and more like disappointment. Somehow, that was worse. Master Yoda sat in the center, silent, hands folded atop his cane.

"Padawan," Windu began, voice heavy with authority, "your repeated disregard for orders has left the Council with few options."

I wanted to speak. To say it hadn’t been that bad. That I was trying. But I thought of Master Lish’s tight mouth when I challenged her commands during the siege on Duro. Master Thallen’s cold dismissal after I snuck off-world to evacuate civilians he said were "acceptable losses." Every defiant choice, every disobedient stand. The truth was, it didn’t matter if I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t fit. I never fit.

"You are not being expelled," Plo Koon said, voice low but firm. "However… it is clear you require a different kind of discipline." My stomach dropped. "Effective immediately," Windu said, "you are reassigned to the Coruscant Guard under the supervision of Commander Fox."

I blinked. "...What?"

"You will assist in their daily operations: patrols, security, law enforcement," Plo continued. "You will report directly to Commander Fox. And you will obey his orders." "But he’s not even a Jedi! He’s a clone!" The words slipped out before I could shove them down. Master Windu’s stare went from molten to freezing in half a second.

"He is a commander of the Republic," he said coldly. "And you will treat him with the same respect you would any superior officer. Is that understood?" I clenched my teeth. Nodded once, stiff. "...Yes, Master."

Master Yoda tapped his cane once, the sound echoing like a death knell. "Learn discipline, you must. Or lost, you will be."

And just like that, my fate was sealed. No trial. No second (sixth?) chance. Just one more way to prove to the galaxy that I didn’t belong anywhere.

Later, after scrubbing the last of the shuttles back at the base, I stood near the gates of the Temple overlooking Coruscant’s skyline. The sunset burned gold across the silvery towers, but it didn’t feel beautiful. It felt like standing at the edge of a very high cliff.

I tugged at the new armour pieces strapped over my tunic. They didn’t fit right. The red insignia on my shoulder, the mark of the Guard, caught the dying light.

Ahsoka appeared at my side, casual as ever. "So," she said, grin tugging at her mouth, "I hear you found out about your new boss." I groaned out loud. "I haven’t even met him yet and I already know I hate him." "You might want to save that attitude," she said, nudging me with her elbow. "Commander Fox is... well, he's not exactly known for his sense of humor."

"Fantastic," I muttered. "A grumpy clone commander. Exactly what I always dreamed of." "You bring it on yourself, you know," she said with a smile but it wasn’t unkind. I shrugged, helpless. "Yeah. I guess I do."

She patted my shoulder in a comforting attempt. "Just... try not to get arrested, alright?" I gave her a half-smirk. "No promises."

[rh1a]

OCS : COMPILED LIST

[ yeah so the list got long but i have fun with their introductions so suffer you get a formal version ]

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DCU OCS

@your-local-shapeshifter - the one, the only: INDIGO! A shapeshifter from another dimension who got stranded in Gotham after shit went down, she's slightly magic, a thief and has taken a dip in the Pits. Despite still being wrapped up in her own shit, her main priority is keeping her friends alive and un-kidnapped which is... harder than you'd think.

@eden-byrnes - The Bounty Hunter: EDEN! Indigo's older brother figure who got twisted up in far more mystical shit than he ever expected when he took Indigo under his wing as a teenager. After the Blip, where Indigo was dusted and he was left behind, he's a bit overprotective of her. Doubly so after her multiversal trip. He knows she can handle herself, but for the love of god if she could quit trading her soul away everytime he took her eyes off of her-

@crime-alley-cat - welcome, CAT! A slightly Other college kid who works in an old antique shop in Crime Alley with questionable origins. So maybe the clock's sentient and man-eating, don't look at it too hard. Generally exhausted and done with your shit, she's entirely willing to feed to to the clock outright if you start anything.

@cali-fiammetta - Ms O'Connor's successor-to-be, CALI! The manager of O'Connor's Bar and perpetually done with the whole customer service smile, she's taken a new approach to keeping things in check. Described as an arsonist firey, fucking crazy eccentric and rude blunt, she's taken charge of the bar to the point where it's owner, Ms O'Connor, is training her to take it over completely. Cali's the reason the bouncers there have a mostly relaxed job, and the spiking rates in the bar have dropped notably since she became manager. On an unrelated note, a few troublesome customers haven't been by the bar in a while... Nor been seen...

@pandemaenium - the agent of chaos themself: PANDEMONIUM! Still largely an unknown, their motives, identity and associates are in the air. A new vigilante or a new rogue: that's still to be found out.

MARVEL OCS

[MCU]

@icarus-avion - NYC's very own speed racer, ICARUS! The chaotic mechanic who has more auto-related crimes than sense. She spends most of her time working on her 'baby', the car she uses to race and torment the cops. Smart in her own right, she's achieved some insane shit working on her car, like interdimensional travel... She's definitely hiding something, despite being an open book, but what exactly is the question...

[SPIDERVERSE]

@caoimhe-oconnor - Earth 1703's Spider, CAOIMHE! She lives in 70s Camden and between homework, protests and fighting the kraken, she's gotten wrapped up in the whole multiverse thing. She's a bit new to all this - and even newer to a touch-screen phone - but she'll be bringing her own special brand of chaos to it.

ANCIENT GREEK/EPIC

@adrastara - Greetings, ADRASTEIA! The princess of Sparta from the ancient world, there's more to her than meets the eye, but it's entirely to her benefit that no one lingers on her for too long~ A force of her own, she works best when you're dismissing her. There's a few key things about her that don't add up however - such as how she's related to Sparta's royal family and her past in general. I wonder what that's about...

MULTIFANDOM/FANDOMLESS

@psyche-mariposa - The daughter of Aphrodite, PSYCHE! Semi-permanently surrounded by butterflies, she knows more than she'll ever tell you. Despite people's assumptions on Aphrodite, she's more than happy to prove her mother's war epithet was there for a reason. She runs a combination of a flower and coffee shop.

@hesperia-pavone - The daughter of Zeus, HESPERIA! A strained relationship with her sperm donor, she's chosen to worship her step-mother instead. An activist, part-timer at Psyche's shop and generally chaotic teenager, she's just about willing to throw hands with anyone if given a reason to. She's a high-schooler in online school and knows how to use far too many weapons than most would consider reasonable.

@3cl-pse - the unknown entity, ECLIPSE! Ex-Vigilante turned villain after a suspicious five year absence in which they were presumed dead. On a warpath for answers, their morals and behaviour have shifted dramatically.

[karldotorg]

so, the characters in my story we have so far is

Scott "Scotty" Davis (narrator/mc)

Matthew "Matt" Davis (scotty's big brother)

David "Danny" Wilson-Rivera (Matt's bf(f))

Cassandra "Cassie" Even (Matt's ex girlfriend)

[spaced-out-tiger]

Alrighty—time to list all of my ROTTMNT OCs :D

(This is mainly just for myself but y’know xD)

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~Turtle/Hamato OCs~

Beatrix ‘Bea’ (posted) - second youngest, wood turtle, uses kamas, shadow ninpō (kinda like Mac’s powers in LMK),

Cynthia ‘Cyn’ (posted) - second eldest, leatherback sea turtle, uses a soshiki axe, short version of the explanation is ninpō: force fields,

Giovanni ‘Geo’ (posted) - Mikey’s twin, eastern mud turtle, (jumonji) yari, super speed + lightning ninpō,

Artemisia ‘Art/Artie’ (not posted yet) - eldest, humanoid [experiment] (pretty much just made entirely by Draxum w/ some of Splinters DNA), uses a naginata, metal bending ninpō (think of Toph from ATLA), has four arms, blue hair and has to put up with too much crap [/hj],

Andrea ‘Andy’ (posted) - Leo and Don’s triplet (mainly second youngest), map turtle, uses a glaive, clairvoyance ninpō (future sight and seeing people minds/memories and all that), blind

(^ both are (supposed to be) yellow)

Kaida ‘Kai’ (posted) - second youngest, diamondback terrapin, uses a kanabō, gravity manipulation or shapeshifting (like Nimona and Maui) I haven’t decided yet, has a prosthetic arm,

Levina ‘Lev/Viney’ (posted) - youngest-second youngest (same age as Mikey), painted wood turtle, uses kunais (that are chained/roped together), her ninpō is being able to bring her drawings to life (whether they be animate or not) with her weapon which can turn into a pen, pencil, or paintbrush (eventually she learns to use her ninpō without her weapon),

With these guys, they all have their own universes but sometimes two or so of them are in the same universe. But they all rotate around in my brain about who I’m fixated on so expect many different drawing of all of ‘em lmao-

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~Others~

Adela ‘Adel’ (not posted yet) - 15-16, human (yokai? Haven’t decided yet-), has known the turtles as long as April, homeschooled,

Rubina ‘Rubi’ (not posted yet) - 14-15, ruby person yokai, friends with Sunita (which is how she met April and the turtles), works at her parents shop (the guys will sometimes come randomly to surprise her lol), small strong and sturdy (works out),

Ginger (not posted yet) - 16, leopard gecko yokai, works at Run of the Mill as a waitress and a few other things, hangs out with the turtles sometimes (knows them from when they come to the restaurant), part of a whole AU inside an AU-, goes to the same high school as April (has a cloaking brooch,

Anika (note posted yet) - 15-16, sugar glider mutant, lives with Ginger and her family, also goes to the same high school as April, works at Run of the Mill as a waitress,

Cadell ‘Dell’ (haven’t really done much with her just yet lol-) - around 45, ghost, kind of a mother figure to the turtles lol, they go on silly adventures together,

(I will add to this if I make more prominent OCs that I’m planning on sharing or want to put more about the ones on here)

I have too many characters—