#oc master post

[cherryredrosez]

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hi, I’m Vickie. Welcome to my blog..a few months ago, my friend Dex asked me to make an account, but I hadn't found the time to do so until now…so..here I am..I guess..

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Little bits of myself are in the bio…but I think I’m supposed to give more information than that..? So..here we go…!

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˚✮ gender; female

˚✮ sexuality; still..figuring things out, but straight ally for now I suppose..

˚✮ likes; flowers, scenery, books, cute animals, fruits..<3

˚✮ yikes; sudden noise, flashing lights, vomiting, sexualization towards minors, jerks, jocks, high school.

˚✮ favourite animals; penguins, cats, hummingbirds, butterflies, ladybugs, tadpoles, sea bunnies, regular bunnies, red pandas

˚✮ dream job; florist or nature photographer..anything involving flowers and scenery, if I’m being completely honest..

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also..may I please ask for no sexual or violent asks? It’s not only triggering to me, but to others who may be scrolling as well…thank you.

also, reminder that I am a minor..so please do not Sexualize me, or send disgusting asks..keep it mature, please? I don’t mind the occasional silliness, once in awhile.

That’s all I can think to put for now…oh! Also dni if you’re homophobic, transphobic. Racist, etc..shameful. Truly..

((Well, well! We meet again, don’t we! Hello, hello! Mike/jj here (either is fine), aka moderator of this blog for my oc! Just wanted to say have fun, and don’t be a fucking creep<3 ((same Dni applies for here too))

[fridgemissionmaster]

Obey Me! OCs

I have these little guys and wanna talk about them, please feel free to ask whatever you want about em, including x Reader stuff!

Aurum Painite Greed: Child of Greed

Matoi: The Lantern Lighter

Abaddon: The Destruction/The Void

[wewillendtheword]

Name: Eleanor Bull Nationality: Australian Species: Was born human, is currently human Age: 20 Height: 5’2 Pronouns + gender: Woman, Butch, Voidpunk, Eleanor/she/her but it or they is ok Sexuality: Asexual Religion: None Neurodivergence: Autistic Siblings: None

Drawing coming soon

BACKGROUND

Eleanor found out about Ssca via Bill, who gave her some weird feathers.

She was then kidnapped by Ssca, forcing counter operations unit 5 to rescue her. The unit, undercover as band We Will End The World, and took Eleanor on board as they’ve don with other humans.

Ssca messed up Eleanor’s dna, but she’s ok with that cause “Punting fascists into the stratosphere is fun”

Eleanor was sent on a solo mission back in time as she was the most appropriate individual for the job. Eleanor (alongside Karl and Richard) also became locally famous after hijacking an extremist protest to sing about how “there is no woke agenda, but there’s alien bird people comin’ to get ya.” As well as instigating a stand up comedy when the media started asking questions.

Before joining We Will End The World and fighting Ssca, Eleanor worked at a servo (gas station), alongside working as a shearer.

As a member of the band We Will End The World, Eleanor is a vocalist.

PERSONALITY

Autism creature. The sarcastic one who doesn’t understand sarcasm. The bringer of weird solutions. Has unconditional love and unconditional anger. The one who accidentally offends everyone. Observant of everything.

Song that describes Eleanor:

INTERESTS

Like the author (me), Eleanor has a special interest in the Australian Army. Eleanor also likes birds, and enjoys the outdoors.

MISCELLANEOUS

Told Ssca to “Fuck off” when asked by the news what humanity can do about them.

Has emotional attachment to a Steyr AUG.

Idk may make the qpr between Eleanor and Karl canon.

[maryymaruu]

Inevitable Relativity has joined the party~ (with no confetti yet)

Her story is still a work in progress, but there are some points I can share which are rather unlikely to change, but also not written in stone yet:

- She is the youngest of the group, construction completed not too long before the Public Ascension, (we're still talking about many many years though, just in the grander scale it's not that long) which means she doesn't know TS from before him being silenced, other than what older Iterators might tell her- which normally should make her biased, but she's naturally a skeptical personality. Especially that asking around yields contradicting answers, she's not buying it.

- During her construction another incident occurred; a nearby Iterator has executed and failed a large-scale experiment which significantly damaged the local environment, negatively influencing the daily-life quality. In order to do something about it, a decision has been made to change direction of IR's construction, advancing her into a pollution control facility. That includes on-surface as well as on-structure purifying facilities.

- Second youngest Iterator to her, MOTI (yet to be introduced) became her closest friend as the most friendly one available. She also looked up a lot to ADOE and SoS. (Also yet to be introduced, SoS headcanon ver.) MOTI is like an older brother to her, whom she loves to banter and rival with, as some siblings do.

- Finds it suspicious how everyone seems to avoid the topic of Three Signals as if it's an unwritten taboo. Might be the first one to secretly break the silence one day and talk to them directly.

- She has yet to go through her rebellious phase, still kind of searching for her own identity. She's playful, friendly, cheery and kind of cocky/teasing, argumentative and perhaps a bit overconfident with her peers. With the exception of the group Senior- SOTU, he scares her into a quiet, blank "yes sir" mode, feeling like there is not even a possibility for a debate. (Which is a normal thing to feel about SOTU)

- Fascinated by what the ecosystem used to be like before their existence. Is very attached to existing species and actively puts effort into not letting any go extinct. Always incredibly excited to see new species pop up too!

More in-depth dynamics or quirks of her are still a work in progress... I need to work on the overall story arc and all the other present characters aaaaaaaa-

Feel free to ask me questions about her, maybe it will help me with character building- ;w;

[poisoncrimsonoctopus]

[secteel]

I’m juggling between art block and comms like a tennis ball help me humble Indian nurse beast eater..

[evilminji]

Had another Si-Oc thought >.>

My standard "you know what Would Be Cool?" Musings...

Getting reborn, as you do, ending up Force Sensitive, as can only be the case. Because really... how ELSE would you soul end up there? CHANCE? Force ghosts are a PROVEN thing! We KNOW that the Force sometimes just... deals in souls.

Ffs, it MADE A BABY.

Yes, there was Sith interference there. But that doesn't chance the fact that it went? "Eh, good enough. I'll take the chance and run with it. Thanks~☆ Mine Now~~☆ Bye~~~☆" And Chosen One'd that baby. Because ultimately? Before the plans of gods and men? The Force Laughs.

So like? Yeah. If there WAS to be a Reincarnator?

Probably the Force.

Congrats on the new, third (or second, depends on your species. Might be another number entirely, honestly. But we are averaging here so MOVE ON), Parent! They are very, very happy to see you! Love you as only a Primordial, Extradimensional, Timeless, Formless, All Pervasive, Orange-Blue Morality havin', Not-A-God Super-God CAN. Their Benevolence? Could be called another God's cruelty.

They don't MEAN too. They are just.... really, really Big. Infinite. Not organic or mortal. It's like trying to comprehend the limitations of an ant, living on a planet, circling a sun, in a GALAXY the size of a DUST MOTE. The fact that the Force can even come CLOSE? Is literally miraculous.

But of course... OC? Not the Chosen One. The favorite, special, "I have Important Things For You" child. Which.... turns out to actually? Be kinda great. The realize that quickly. Which of course, is followed by the logical follow up.

Anikin? Fuckin SCREWED. Because he IS the Favorite Child.

Oh... oh No. Oh Fuck, that is a CHILD.

How easy it is, to cast blame, to judge, when you can't FEEL the Force in your EVERYTHING. All the time. Every moment of every day. Beautiful but cacophonous, like a symphony of screaming. Like staring at the sun and never going blind. It still hurts. But it's so... so bright. So Beautiful.

Connection. To the universe itself. Soul deep and transcendent. You can feel that the universe loves you. That there is good in people. That Life itself is worth protecting. But at the same time? It is... it is so much.

Because you can FEEL the ugly too.

The greed. The hate. The suffering. Lights snuffed out, in dark places of despair. Selfish actions and deep cruelties, like barbed wire against the soul. Thorns that hook and drag. And... and you're supposed to use your words. Just... just ASK them to stop? And, What? Hope that they WILL?

It HURTS!

But pain only begets more pain. Cruelty, more cruelties still. And only the Sith, believe they can use FORCE, in any sense of the word, to change a persons nature. The Jedi build. Grow. They work together, with those who are willing, towards something better. Defend, those who can not protect themselves.

Balance and growth. Not fire and chains.

And Oc is pretty sure Anikin will agree. No one should ever be in chains. Dead maybe. Or in jail. But never, ever, in chains. (And no one ever said they were pacifists. Just not war mongers. Sometimes the only answer IS to kill your opponent. To respect their choice, but honor your commitments. Protect those you swore to protect.)

Of course... OC? Going through Jedi training. It's Pre-Anikin days. Both she and Obi-Wan are fuckin Smol. She's not even in his Creche clan. She's over here in the "wanders off, lost in their own thoughts" Chill AF Creche Clan. Not Mr. "May you Live In Interesting Times And Have Padawans JUST LIKE YOOOOOOOU" and Co., over in the... "Energetic" Creche Clan.

None of HER Creche-mates BIT people, Obi-Wan.

WE keep our fuckin teeth to ourselves, Kenobi!

So, obviously, THEY don't have a lifetime ban on the "look, don't touch" fragile plants meditation garden. Very Rich in the Force. Good for focusing. Peaceful, really. And Oc? Has the time and space? To Consider™ things. Experiment. Ponder Fandom theories. Long "lost" Cannon techniques. Maybe have one-sided chats with the Force.

.....finally get CURIOUS™.

And wonder... if? Since, you know, through the Force, she can encourage and discourage plants to grow? And somewhat control animals. Why not... micro-organisms? Say, Midi-chlorians? Force healing is all ready a thing! So the Force all ready CAN interact with the body. Effect it. Change it. What is this, but more?

Really, all she'd have to do is find them, within herself, right? They're already a part of her! Yet... not. Do they consider themselves a part of her? Or is it symbiosis? Yeah, everyone says it can't be done. Perhaps shouldn't be done. But, frankly? They said the same about a LOT of Force techniques over the years. Big leaps in progress scare the SHIT out of folks. Cause if you miss? A LOT of people can die gorey.

So she sits. Mediates. Looks. Smaller... and smaller.... and smaller....

Until she finds whispers. Humming. Chatter.

As though each and every blood cell in her body had a teeny, tiny, whispery little voice. All chattering together, talking and arguing and discussing. One great hive of progress and industry. Complaining about a lack of potassium... huh. She goes and gets some fruit. Eats it. Then settles back into meditation.

They are JOYOUS! Potassium! Yaaaaay! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

Well... what'd ya know... huh. Hello there? She tries. Only to get a whispery and very alarmed ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! BODY CAN TALKヽ(°〇°)ﾉ ‽‽‽ Y-Yeah... she can. (How are they doing that?) The conversation? Only gets more surreal from there. Filled with... a surprising number of kaomojis.

But! She DOES figure out? How to increase her Midi-chlorians count. (By asking. Supplying needed resources for the expansion.) And WITH it? He awareness blooms.

The headache is... awful. The little guys(genderless) are WAY to enthusiastic. Working way too fast. If she didn't check the next morning? They might have continued to increase, indefinitely, until her veins were SOLID midi-chlorian. They just want to HELP, you see. And if you want More? Then surely FAR TOO MUCH is better, right?

(She may have fucked up. Oh god. Ow. Fuck. OW.)

Eventually she figure it out. Only gives her healer in training Creche mate a... few near heart attacks. He'll TOTALLY forgive her! (He will not. What the FUCK OC. Experimental medical procedures?! On YOURSELF!? You're not even HEALER TRACK!!!)

So NOW? She can reliably do it to OTHERS.

Need a bit more Midi-chlorians? Nearly Jedi quality but juuuuust under that cut off? She can fix that. Come. Be a jedi. Everyone should be a jedi. In FACT~! Whoops! Oh hey. Looks like all these Midi-chlorian counters are fuckin broken! (They look perfect fi-)(Broken! :] Do Not question me) So when you find that Orohan Child in desperate need of love and care? Just bring um on back!

They're TOTALLY Force sensitive. You can just tell. It's the vibes. Look at their lil face. Vibes, man. Just hand um here. For... reasons. You go get the paperwork. A working tester. And~? Oh would you look at THAT! Perfectly within acceptance range! Neat. Called it again, didn't you, Master Koon? You really do have an eye for these things. Anyway~ off to get this little one settled~~☆ *adoring cooing noises at the baby*

Weird, huh, how there suddenly just... SO MANY random orphan babies that are force sensitive? How 'bout that >.> strangest thing.

Of course, it's a god damned open secret. Everyone KNOWS. How could they not? But? Like with most things? If they don't Officially Know™? They don't have to stop it. And it DOES help both the Force AND those kids. Can be reversed if they don't like it, later. (They asked. All hypothetical of course.) So OC is basically Temple bound, so she can receive any new kiddos. To... you know... Check Their Health, on the way to ACTUAL healers.

But she's ALSO waiting. And as her skill increases? She can FEEL midi-chlorians, easier and easier. Until it gets to the point? Where if she's bored and zoning out? Not even ture meditation anymore? She accidentally tunes into Midi-chlorian Live~☆ the talk show. (What's the latest gossip from bodies nearest to her? Oh? Your second spleen is acting funny? Better remember to tell him to get that chec-)

Palpatine can't hide SHIT. It's literally in his blood.

And MAD at him.

This is NOT what they're FOR. He's taking TERRIBLE care of his body! Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOOOOOOU! You want power? Choke on it, you-!!!!!

Holy shit. So THATS what Sith Midi-chlorians feel like. Oh my god. They... they are SO MAD. Like tiny wasps. That have been violently shaken in a jar. She's never used the word "seething" in reference to someone before... but like...? If they COULD stab him? Man would be a thick paste at this point.

She's not sure what facial expression she makes. But it sure is obvious. As is the blatant, horrified staring. And refusal to get near him. HE doesn't notice, being to busy with the powerful. But the Jedi sure as fuck do. Because THEY sent her? Out with a Shadow. You know... just in case.

Cause she literally can not be replaced.

She not High Ranked... she's just priceless. Equal sort of significance, but in a very quiet, Soft Power sort of way. She is, after all, single handedly? Reversing centuries of slow population decline. Her entire Line promises to be the next Yoda's line. Priceless and with far reaching significance. So obviously, they're making sure that shit stays locked down.

No one is to so much as BREATHE about this.

Not until her great-great-GREAT Grand Padawan has passed their Knight Trials so HELP US. We LEARN from our mistakes! Need we bring out the records? Times we got cocky? Sith and political fuckery!? No. Oc stays INVISIBLE. There is no war in Ba Sing Se! Move along!

So like? Why is Miss Midi-chlorian Sensor and Future of the Jedi... making that face? She's literally NEVER made that face. What sort of monster do you have to BE? Huh? Shadow asks, casual as fuck, like he's not a plotting plotter who's planing terrible things, what's up?

She tells him. Palpatine has RANCID vibes. His midi-chlorians fucking DISPISE him. She's literally never seen that before. In anyone. Didn't even know that was an option. They would gleefully kill him if they could.

.....senator Palpatine is Force Sensitive?

Yes.

.......Interesting™(Ominous Intent)

Says local Shadow, who is perhaps putting together some dots. May not be getting the correct picture. But is getting the Vibe. And boy howdy, he does NOT like the vibe. Has got himself some questions. Cause Mr "uwu I'm harmless" lil mask? Only holds up? If you're willing to believe him.

Shadows don't buy that shit. Shadows? Need receipts. Full character statements and an audit on the fucking hospital you were BORN AT. Every credit you picked up off the side walk, why, and where you spent it.

Give them your Secrets. Or they'll keep digging until they find them.

uwu Their ASS. Gonna tear this bitch APART.

......huh. So THIS is why you guys keep accidentally getting married to Mandalorians on missions. (We agreed not to mention that.) (Fucker, I agreed to nothing. Shouldn't have eaten my special Me Day pudding if you didn't want me to gossip.) Man, her friends are... a trip. Uh... have fun? Happy hunting? I guess? *feral Jedi noises*

She? Continues to wait. Palpatine? Begins to have a VERY bad time. (Ha! Get fucked!)

Unfortunately, it's not fast enough to stop his dumbass plans. He just gets desperate. Figures more power is the answer. Because of course he does. So here comes the "oh nooooo~ my planets under attack~ better manipulate a child and make me president of the galaxy!" Plan. Fucker. Bastard.

She can't stop that.

But what she CAN do? Is be there. Waiting. For HIM.

Her little brother. Her son. Her center of the universe. The most important man to ever live... and also? A scared little boy. Far, far from home. The only other person who understands just how BIG the Force is. How much it weighs. How even as it crushs you... you can't bear to put it down. Not even for a moment. Because it loves you. And it hurts, that it does.

And... oh. Oh.

He is so very small.

Dirty, tired, in lovingly mended clothes that are barely beyond scrap. With bright, bright eyes like hope and starlight. He sings inside. Like freedom. Like hope. Daring to ask "why CAN'T you be kinder?", "why CAN'T we be free?". A storm of change. Bright and beautiful.

A child. Great and small, all at once.

Oc can't help but smile. Because, oh. Oh how long, she has waited to meet him, Anikin Skywalker. Welcome. Are you hungry? Cold? Let's get cleaned up. See the healers first. The council can wait.

Chips are removed and food is shared. Warm clothes, soft and new. And she can not help but smile, smile, smile. Even as her face begins to hurt. For years she has gathered. Planned. Studied and trained. As though some part of her knew. As though all for this moment. Taking one of those small hands in hers. Looking right in his eyes.

"It's going to be okay."

Because it IS. Because regardless of what they decide? OC will be with him. Regardless, she's going to go and make sure his mother is free. Not bought, not sold. Free. She has friends who can help. Will learn how to remove the chip herself if she must.

And? He IS going to be a Jedi. Even if he never become a Coruscant Jedi. Even if he decides he doesn't agree with how they do things or they decide the disagree with how HE does things. The Jedi have changed before, they will change again. Living things are meant to grow. Meant to change. And people can be both wrong and right at the same time. It's messy.

But what's important? Is Anikin is not alone anymore. And Oc is gonna help teach him. And someday? HE'S gonna break chains. So many chains. Gonna help people heal. If he wants to. (He does) But for right now? A quick talk with some old people. Maybe a nap. And we either get settled or arrange a trip back to Tatooine. To pick up your mom. In the meantime! You can figure out what classes she might wanna take. Where seems like a good place to settle. *chatting as they walk off, hand in hand*

Just? Sometimes a Padawan-ship is you, your Teacher, your OTHER Teacher, and her body guards that teach you Cool Knife Tricks and how to gamble, behind Obi-Wan's back! :D

@legitimatesatanspawn @mayfay @leftnotright @babbling-babull @hdgnj @spidori @the-witchhunter @lolottes

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[midnightlavenderimp]

don't worry he didn't eat her he didn't have enough ingredients anyway

sorry about the style change on the last panel, i haven't touched this in over a month oops

[macking-cheese]

@numberonetribble 's Piston appeared in my sketch book yet again and this time brought @my-anndreamer 's Bluesun with them, what are they up to this time I wonder 🤔

Leave it to Bee to make the vibe weird, it must be his specialty atp. Based on this pic

[shippyo]

"This was just another dream too good to be true"

v

" Master,please come back "

[constellation-skirmishes]

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master + padawan relationships r so special actually. they r the most specialest and importantest ever.

[wewillendtheword]

OC MASTER POST

Massive, huge, wip.

MAIN OCS: Abigail Muller Carl (Scykakaka) Daniel Muller Eleanor Bull Karl Muller Mark Smith (Scyroo) Richard Muller Terry (He)

I have minor characters as well, I will talk about em but I haven’t got a ton of info on em.

Productivity has fallen to chaos. We may be a while.

[daemon-in-my-head]

At last, here it is. A while ago, I had the pleasure of commissioning the wonderful @lokorum to portray my beloved idiots in all of their tragic glory.

So without further ado, after months, here's the first chapter of my durgetash-centred, possibly very long, post-canon Genfic (cuz even if he's not featured in the picture, he's very much the one behind it, and yes, I said genfic but they do fuck, there's just also other themes that are more important than whatever it is those guys got going on).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63147115

Rated M; further elaboration, summary etc behind the cut.

As per usual, please mind the tags. This is rated mature and may turn explicit depending on—let's be so fr—nothing but my mood. It IS a tragedy. I know how it ends. Trust me when I stress the tragedy part. I'm writing this story through tears at times. There's fluff, there is hurt comfort, there is true old man yaoi but there is just as much 'doves that aren't simply dead but rotten' and pain.

So to everyone who's not scared shitless yet (which is very valid), here's a summary:

The year is around 1530 DR. The once-revered and reformed Bhaalspawn returns to the city he had both saved and nearly doomed, emerging from his exile in the Underdark. Though he claims to seek only rest, the city's de facto ruler, Archduke Gortash, sees through the monster’s carefully crafted facade. Perhaps if the elf had never saved the Banite all those years ago—when he was little more than a blurred and distant memory—his own fate might have unfolded differently, perhaps even more mercifully. But regrets have long since lost their weight. The past is immutable, and all that remains—all that truly matters to him now—is the purpose that once again draws him into this treacherous den.

And on a personal note; I'm still squealing and shoving this artwork into the face of everyone I meet irl. I absolutely adore it. I'm not sure I'll be stopping with that soon. You will see reblogs.

Again. Tragedy. I mean it. There's fluffy moments, but I will absolutely exploit them to enhance the pain. I'm dead serious about Bhaal being able to learn from me. I caused his kid more agony than he could ever dream of delivering. And I haven't even shared the worst parts yet.

Edit: I also mean the psychological warfare tag. It's my guilty pleasure. And whatever over one year of obsession amounts to.

[ltb-oc]

Sickness (doodle comic)

I feel like it’s been a while since i havent draw lol

That drama queen....

Suggestion by @yeetposts

[thedevillionaire]

small wonder

His legs are too long for her couch.

He doesn’t fit her modest little apartment in a multitude of ways – not in reputation, status, power or stupidly long legs oh my god anything, really. But somehow he’s here regardless, and not as the infamous leader society knows him, but simply as…hers. Simply someone, anyone. Just a man, quietly exhausted from a long and brutal winter’s day, his usual effortless incendiary strength subdued.

He’d sneezed as she’d answered the door, the biting chill stealing his intended greeting for its own.

And now he lies with his head resting in her lap, her thumb stroking a gentle repeating mantra along his shoulder. A barely audible sniffle, then a notably sharper one, as he murmurs something indistinct and rubs his reddened nose with a force belying his tiredness.

She trails her fingers through his hair, over the arch of his brow, soothing hypnotic featherlight,  and down the strong, straight line of his nose, that perfect profile she marvels at again and again, feels his nostrils flare against her touch. His breath catches, urgent, imperative, and she warms all over as his expression crumbles, the rest of the world on pause.

hh-HHH…

She lets her hand linger.

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