#Clone OC Grimm

[chicknstripz]

The wonderful @cobaltbeam drew my beloved Republic Commando OC Grimm, and I can't begin to say how delighted I am with how he turned out.

🥰🥰🥰🥰

#Clone OC Grimm #he's been through so much #he needs a hug #Hims so handsome #I can't even #Can't stop gushing about him #other people's amazing art #star wars

[comm-caribou]

Tag game! Share five random facts about your ocs that you haven’t shared yet, then send this to five others :)

Ahhh! Oh gosh, what five more facts to do I have?

Fang wasn’t originally part of Pack squad; his OG squad leader fell and hurt his back so they disbanded that squad and split up the cadets, that squad was called Romeo squad

Captain Stickler is super chill, he just likes a heads up/warning before you do anything to or in his ship

There’s an ice cream shop on Coruscant that Tunnel squad likes to go to where they’re all on first name basis with the employees; two of which have very obvious crushes on Mutt, but he is oblivious to the fact

Tunnel squad when on leave also like to go annoy the Coruscant Guards when on leave, namely the other ARFs

If Juliette had to pick one of her men she didn’t particularly like much, it’d be Grimm because he’s medic who’s favorite phase is “suck it up” and “stop whining” when someone has serious injuries

#caribou speaks #caribou ocs #star wars #star wars the clone wars #fang #captain stickler #tunnel squad #sergeant digger #mutt #hound #zombie #calico #juliette trix #grimm

[far-side-skies]

And we are go! April's oc vote is now live! I'd like to thank everyone who participated this month, I had a lot of fun and it was cool to see everyone working the the multiple palettes that this one had to offer.

Vote for your favourite here! https://strawpoll.com/polls/kogjk7pP8Z6

And make sure to check out all the awesome entries we got this month!

Gossamer, the royal archivist by myself

Astennu and Femi, gods of life and death by @stormseclipse

Procellis, the Boar of the West and Cyclonis's mother by @todayis-snowy

Phantom "Tom" Rex, the Sky Knight Council's head librarian by @grimm-the-6th

Kamali "Dangerbug" Ambers, the butterfly assassin by @happypanda101

Alpha, the rogue Finn clone by @tuffdwightwest

Dr Amber, the weapons engineer of Terra Quasar by @rainymeadows-art

Hettie Piera, logistics officer and chess champion by @sarahtunn

The vote will close on the 1st of May, and stay tuned for next month's prompt on the same day. Good luck and thank you to everyone who participated this month!

#op #storm hawks #storm hawks oc challenge #oc challenge #storm hawks oc contest #bird oc challenge #storm hawks bird oc challenge #storm hawks oc #amber phantom butterfly #challenge vote

[goatinacoat19]

Explanation of my fanfics

I also have a lot of fanfic stories. Some of these I have started posting on AO3 (I just go by GoatinaCoat over there) and all of them are basically me sticking ocs into these universes and making shenanigans happen.

These are just all my long running fics I have planned. I do some shorter stuff which I won’t be counting on this list.

Grimm: New Blood: This is a Grimm sequel fic which follows the kids of the main cast as well as some ocs. It mainly follows Kelly and Hazel (one of the triplets) as detectives who like Nick and Hank before them have to solve wesen related cases. Old enemies are stirring though, looking for vengeance.

Was it all worth it?: A Star Wars oc fic. It follows Ceran Ormara from his life as a padawan through the Clone Wars and during the time of the Empire.

The Stars are Home: A Star Trek fic which starts by following Seren and Akoli, a half vulcan and klingon, during the 27th Century. The pair become unlikely friends and it follows their lives, through the joy and pain.

Hopes and Dreams au: My take on the characters of DC. It’s a combination of a lot of different canons, and some of my own ideas.

Bats of Gotham: The Batman story of the Hopes and Dreams au. Part 1 follows Bruce as he adopts Dick Grayson and while figuring out how to be a father, he has to figure out the identity of the villain known as Scarecrow.

Legendary Ties: A pokemon au story where it’s revealed certain people are connected to legendary pokemon which is why they are able to save the world. Cody is a pokemon ranger who at one time helped defeat Team Plasma, but his life takes a turn when Team Fable comes after him and the others connected to the Legendary pokemon.

Unamed Digimon story: Milly only trusts 2 people: her dad and her partner digimon, Dorumon. When the fact she’s a tamer gets revealed, she begrudgingly ends up working with Ray and Alex and their partner digimon Fanbeemon and Liollmon.

Unamed Spidersona story: Sawyer is the vigilante known as Orange Spider. They actually study arachnids, specialising in scorpions (yes they are annoyed they got spider powers) and while not working in a lab they patrol the streets of New York. They are trying to figure out the cause of the fire that killed their grandfather, while making sure no one has to suffer like they did.

#writer #writers on tumblr #writers on ao3 #writing community #writeblr #Grimm #grimm tv show #dc comics #dc universe #batman #star wars #star trek #pokemon #digimon #spiderman #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse oc

[thechaoticfanartist]

💯🌈 for Grimm!

details about ocs!

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

1) Out of Grim's relationships with the Disaster Trio, not including Force Ghost interactions her relationship with Obi-Wan is the shortest, but is the only one that doesn't have a separation and then reunion. With Grim and Obi-Wan only having 6 years together, the first 3 during the Clone Wars and the last 3 while in hiding on Tatooine.

2) She was created as a Star Wars OC on February 24th 2020, prior to the full release of Season 7 of The Clone Wars so her appearance in the Star Wars universe does not align with her creation date as I wanted her to have full knowledge of The Clone Wars. (However she doesn't know about anything released after The Clone Wars finale.)

3) Grim wasn't on either Death Star but actually planned to be on both of them. She wanted to go to Tatooine when A New Hope started in order to be with Obi-Wan one last time but the Rebellion needed her at the time. Grim planned on going with Luke on the Second Death Star, but Luke was aware of this and didn't want her to follow him as he knew it was something he had to do on his own.

🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

Grim is a lesbian and uses she/her pronouns.

#grim kennet #thanks for the ask!

[sunder-the-gold]

Hey, I’m trying to come up with the specifics of my RWBY OC’s semblance. Could I maybe get some suggestions? His name is Natron Zephyr, and his inspiration is Herbert West from Herbert West: Reanimator by HP Lovecraft. His backstory is that he’s a jackal Faunus scientist from Vacuo who went to Atlas to pursue his studies on aura. His semblance is called reanimation which allows him to put his aura into corpses and dead tissue and reanimate them under his direct control.

Merry Christmas! I have some time before the rest of the family awakens.

I don't know anything about Reanimator, but that sounds like an interesting story to tell in Remnant.

However, where does this character fall on the scale of "non-combatant VS combatant"? Is he more of a Pietro Polendina or an Arthur Watts? I'm going to hazard a guess that he's not a full-fledged Huntsman who got a PhD, like Bartholomew Oobleck.

Or perhaps to ask more precisely: How much combat do you want the character to face in the parts of his life which are interesting enough to tell a story about, and how combat-capable do you want him to be?

I don't know how you envisioned "reanimating the dead", but for lack of details I see some different ways it can work, not all of which are very useful for combat, and some of which would be useful for other purposes.

First of all, corpses are a limited resource that a scrupulous character should be attempting to keep as limited as possible. Grimm are the most enthusiastic producers of human corpses on Remnant, but they also tend to eat human corpses, or at least savage them enough that there's not much left to reanimate.

Perhaps you envision the Semblance not simply reanimating existing tissues, but also affecting dramatic repairs. Indeed, the Semblance would need to affect at least some level of repair, because it wouldn't be a corpse in the first place unless it had suffered some critical damage somewhere.

Perhaps, even, you envision this Semblance making up for the mess by binding the pieces of disparate corpses together to make one functional whole.

Either by having those parts crawl towards each other, or by affecting limited telekinesis / magnesis whereby corpse-parts are attracted enough to each other to fly together.

As opposed to more unlimited 'corpsesis' where you could make corpse parts fly about as you please, and thus hammer the Grimm with the pieces of their victims.

But 'Corpsesis' wouldn't reanimate corpses so much as require you to concentrate on puppetting them, and puppetting them would generally be less useful than throwing them around.

Actually reanimating dead bodies so that they get up on their own and act of their own volition raises the question of how much volition they have. Do they become extensions of the reanimator's will, as with Sun Wukong's clones, or does the reanimator briefly summon the ghosts of the slain back to their mortal frames?

If they work only like Sun Wukong's clones, even if you include the similar ability to explode on command, the Semblance would seem inferior by comparison. Sun Wukong can make clones without needing something as limited or ethically dubious as dead bodies.

If the Semblance temporarily revives the dead, your character would never be able to pursue science if anyone learned about it, because of all the people harassing him to revive their loved ones for at least one last goodbye, or for whatever secrets they took with them to the grave. To say nothing about the general populace who want to know what happens after death.

But whether or not your character brings back the ghosts of the fallen, if the public ever learns that he uses another human being's corpse as an expendable combat resource, he'll be stoned to death at best, or possibly burned at the stake.

#ask #rwby #semblance #reanimator #necromancy #unindexed

[omni-writes-stuff]

Gonna isekai another one of my OCs into RWBY and no one can stop me >:)

Starting with Maxwell (World Citizen aka the clone book)

Will draw him later in his RWBY design but here's an old pic of him and his other bros (he's the smiley one next to the sus one in the middle)

- Aura colour: White

- Semblance: Mirror Mirror (placeholder, needs a better name) - Maxwell can call upon his dead brothers through reflections. He usually summons his predecessor Kane for advice or the late security officer and revolutionary, Roark for protection.

- Allusion: The Butterfly

Not based on any real books but in his world there's a fairytale about a thorny garden. A snake that stalks the garden wants to reach a rosebud above the thorns but he's too small. He comes across a small caterpillar who he chooses to befriend instead of eating him because the caterpillar mistakes him for another caterpillar. The snake doesn't make it (he grows too big and dies from the thorns), but the caterpillar makes it when he becomes a butterfly.

- Personality: Amiable, caring and always seems to have a cheery disposition. He's quite receptive to other's emotions, always reading people and knows how others are feeling. He seems weak and harmless, but he can use his empathy as a weapon. He can be pretty manipulative and ruthless too. He'd do anything to protect his brothers, but that gets challenged later when he falls for a certain top-sider.

Story stuff

- Like a few years before the start of the show, the entire underground clone country of Arkadia just pops out of the anarcho-capitalist hellscape of their original world then pops into Remnant somewhere around here:

- Arkadia gets aid from Vale. They quickly have to establish themselves in this new hostile environment. Fast forward to the events of the show and they have state-run dust mining companies that rival the main players.

- Max is a CEO for OphrysTech, a Geothermal Energy and mining tech company. He also doubles up as an ambassador representing Arkadia.

- Arkadia supplies Dust to everyone they can sell to in exchange for meds, vaccines, weapons and more. They have a decent relationship with Vale, Atlas and Menagerie.

- In secret, Maxwell has cut a deal with White Fang, supplying them with Dust and tunnel access to help them in their efforts to attack mining competitors like the SDC. This started happening after all the other mining companies tried using their own dirty tactics against Arkadia's dust mining operations.

- Maxwell does care about the Faunus and believes that they deserve equality (but not to the extreme extent that Arkadians are subjected to a la cloning and absolute control to crush individuality). He believes that if everyone wants to survive against the Grimm, they must all work together.

- After Adam takes over, Maxwell -fully aware of what happened to Sienna- has to renegotiate a new deal for the new White Fang Leader. As agreed with Sienna previously, he offers to help improve White Fang's image after the Fall of Beacon by giving publicity to the Faunus plight and showing what the White Fang has done to help the Faunus, how the majority of humans turn a blind eye to their suffering and so much more. All with the help of Arkadian propagandists. Of course, all Arkadian involvement is kept under wraps so as to maintain their relationships with the other countries.

#rwby #oc #some au stuff #ultimately they'd play a minor role in the overal narrative #corporate warfare #the book doesn't exist yet btw #oh and Max would definitely start to like Adam #he likes red flags

[kiwikipedia]

Never Forget What I Have Endured

Chapter 4: The Commander’s Thoughts

Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Star Wars: The Expanded Universe

Rating: T/M (Swearing, Gore, Major Character Death, possible later happenings, AU Bullshit, Angst to High Hell)

Summary: In an instant, the world exploded into color and smoke- and then nothing. And the Temple Guard were so easy to pin a crime on considering how they were sworn to silence. AKA: Even though Barriss joined the Guard, the flow of time only altered a bit. The bombs still go off, but the Temple Guard are put to blame instead of Ahsoka.

Notes: AU bullshit, Same universe as We Who Listen To Many And Speak To Few meaning its nibeul​’s Temple Guard Barris AU

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More internal monologuing / thoughts in this chapter, but it's from Wolffe's perspective! Nice ™

There were many mixed feelings in the GAR in regards to the Jedi, Wolffe knew.

And that meant that with the bombing of the Jedi Temple’s Hangar, more and more mixed feelings were beginning to surface. There was some outrage, some confusion, some grief and pain— but mostly his brothers from other Battalions were confused on how something like this could have happened.

The Jedi were powerful, how could something like this happen to them? And at their Temple, nonetheless! Some had asked that question to one another, others had voiced concern and general confusion on the matter, but things remained the same— the Jedi were strong, and the Clones were all confused on how someone had managed to deal this much damage to them.

But Wolffe knew better.

Well, no. Perhaps that wasn’t right.

Wolffe knew that it was useless to be under the impression that the Jedi Temple was immune to attack. It wasn’t, one would just have to be extremely brilliant or incredibly stupid to think to attack it with all those Jedi inside of it. He knew that not every Jedi was out on the front lines at once, knew that a good number of Jedi were at the Temple at one time.

One would have to be stupid to attack the Temple.

And yet, someone had, and lives had been lost— good lives. Lives of Jedi and Civilian alike. Lives of Clones too— One of his own too.

Sweetie had been a good medic, a good man, and Ghost was still mourning the loss of their youngest medical officer, as was Ember.

Wolffe was certain that once the real culprit was found, the boys would give them hell. If none of the others managed to get to them first.

And it wasn’t as if he wasn’t mourning either, something inside of his chest twisted and ached knowing that the youngest of the Medic team in the 104th had been killed, just like that. But he knew the Jedi were not infallible, and that it could’ve been any of them or their Generals as well.

(The only solace that he had was that it was faster than his brothers who had been killed in the vacuum of space during the Malevolence Attack. That Sweetie, if he had been in pain, hadn't suffered for very long.)

He, and several other Commanders, had fiercely put down the notion that some of the others were spewing on how it should’ve been the Jedi who suffered more losses— It was their Temple, how was this fair?

It wasn’t. He had to remind them that war wasn’t fair and that they were supposed to be grown fucking men and stop shifting blame even though he wanted nothing more than to pin the blame on someone just to get the ache off his chest too.

Insult was only added to injury when the order came down that the Clones on Coruscant would be shifted from off-duty to Temple Guard Duty.

And the reason why they were going to be stationed as Temple Security during their time off only sparked more anger and conflict.

The Jedi Temple Guard were currently being investigated for the bombing of the Temple Hangar.

Wolffe didn’t feel much better than his brothers did, and he wouldn’t try and fool himself that way. He was angry, and he was grieving.

And General Plo? He wasn’t much better. Just as stricken with grief.

Wolffe wanted to talk to him. Desperately.

But the Jedi had been in Council Meetings from the time the clean-up had started, and from then on forwards.

He hadn’t had the chance to meet with his General, none of them had. There was just too much going on, and then the new patrols and learning the Temple’s layout had only made things more complicated.

(He wasn’t sure where the hell the Temple Guard were now that they weren’t able to do their jobs, but honestly, he didn’t care that much.)

Still, it wasn’t all that bad, he supposed. He was off the frontlines, his brothers and men weren’t in danger… 

But still... it bothered him.

It ate at him as he continued walking, eyes gazing around the Temple's halls and he sighed quietly as he turned the corner, catching sight of a handful of Jedi.

Plo Koon was one of the Jedi in that group— someone that Wolffe recognized instantly, for obvious reasons. Another that he recognized was Cin Drallig, but he didn't recognize the other two who were with them.

One wad a pink-colored Togruta who stood taller than Drallig and the other Jedi, but shorter than Plo. The other was a human or near-human woman with short brown hair dressed in what looked to be civilian attire— with a skin-tight black dress and maroon cloak over her shoulders— but the lightsaber that seemed to be attached to the pole strapped to her back gave away her position as just a weirdly dressed General

(Something about her was a bit off-putting, though, her skin seemed to be too pale and eyes cloudy as she talked to the other three.)

He couldn’t hear them yet, as he walked the charted-out patrol that had been assigned to him, but they seemed to be deep in conversation, but, it didn’t take long for him to get closer, catching a bit of their conversation as he neared.

“Neither I nor my padawan have been able to pick up any traces of lingering shades within the Hangar,” the woman was saying, “So that lead is useless.”

Plo nodded, seeming solemn as he folded his hands in front of him like he often did. 

“Until Master Vos returns, it seems we’ve come to a dead-end on investigating other possibilities,” the Kel Dor sighed, “I apologize, Master Drallig.”

Drallig shook his head. “There’s nothing to be done about it, as long as the Investigations Department is also looking into other factors, I can rest a bit easier.”

“Has the investigation been done on your side?” the Togruta asked, turning to Drallig and tilting their head and he nodded, running a hand down his face.

“Master Sinube, Knight Zax, and the Coruscant  Guard have done their investigation, upon which traces of nanodroids were found in… one of the Guard’s Uniforms. We… are not sure whose just yet.”

Wolffe’s eyes narrowed as he listened. There had been a pause, and he wasn’t sure if he was reading too much into it, but that pause made something in his gut twitch a bit.

He knew that the Jedi Temple Guard had their own set of rules and oaths, there was anonymity that was to be upheld in the face of other Jedi, but… the way that he had paused made it seem strange.

But Wolffe didn’t have much time to think on it as Plo caught sight of him.

“Ah, Commander Wolffe,” the Kel Dor general greeted, the other Jedi turning to look at him fully. ���Are you on patrol?”

“Yes, Sir,” Wolffe nodded, stopping and saluting.

“We were just discussing the attack on the Hangar, Commander,” the woman said, gazing at him with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I am curious to know your thoughts.”

Wolffe’s eyes flickered between the four Jedi before he cleared his throat.

“If you want the truth, Sir,” he started. “I am not quite sure.”

The woman tilted her head. “Unsure or not wanting to offend?”

Wolffe opened his mouth but Plo raised a hand, stopping the both of them.

“Morrigan. Please,” the Kel Dor sighed, something that made Wolffe wonder if he had done this many times before with this woman— who only looked at the other Jedi in return, a brow raised but an amused look on her face. “I would prefer if you not antagonize my Commander.”

The woman just smiled a bit again, and again, it didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh please, Plo, I am simply asking the good man a question. I would hardly call it antagonizing.”

Plo shook his head before turning back to him, indicating to the woman first and then the Togruta.

“Commander Wolffe, these are Masters Morrigan Lai and Omura Vane, and you know Master Cin Drallig. We’ve just come from the Council in regards to the investigation.”

Morrigan Lai, the woman, bowed a bit and the name clicked with Wolffe. The 104th’s CMO had been a former Commander of the 564th Battalion, the Battalion under her command. Ghost had volunteered to join the 104th after the Malevolence incident.

And this was the Jedi that he said could see shades of the dead. From what Boost had heard from the 564th’s Sergeant Frost, their baby Jedi Commander— their Jet’ike (Padawan?)— could do the same.

An added bonus for being undead was what Commander Grimm had commented. 

A rare Gan Dura Jedi, was what the other Commander had added, something that Ghost apparently agreed with. It unsettled Wolffe, he had only heard rumors about Gan Dura. It explained her eyes. Cloudy with death, and the unsettling feeling.

Yeah. Seeing shades of the dead while being undead? It was no wonder she was part of the investigation.

On the other hand, Wolffe didn’t recognize the name ‘Omura Vane’ in truth, but he had nodded to the Togruta either way, who nodded back to him pleasantly.

“Master Vane has been aiding in the healing of the victims, it was giving the report on their conditions to the Council just now, with Master Lai arriving after the session to alert us that she and Padawan Mei-Xing had hit a dead-end on their branch of the Investigation,” Drallig supplied, “And, as you’re aware, the Guard are the prime suspect for the attack. As their head, I’m the spokesperson as their oaths prevent them from speaking usually— though there are... exceptions, it would take too long for the Council to talk to all of them one by one."

All of this made sense, he supposed but Wolffe still didn’t quite understand why he had been asked what his thoughts were on the matter.

“I see,” was all Wolffe said in return. “Still, I’m afraid I wouldn't be much help in offering theories on what happened, as I told General Lai.”

The man waved him off with a tired smile. “It’s alright, Commander. It’s been a rather hectic time.”

“For all of us,” Vane agreed, “Khos-Cin, are you certain that you’re alright?”

Drallig just pat its shoulder. “I’m fine, Omura. It is because of the Commander and his brothers filling in where the Guard and I cannot at the moment.”

The Jedi glanced back to him, bowing slightly. “You have my thanks, Commander.”

 Wolffe’s brows furrowed a bit.

In truth, he was wary about Drallig and the Jedi Temple Guard.

They were the guilty party, according to what the report had sent out. Though he wasn’t sure, it was all so confusing. Especially when they all seemed to have vanished without a trace upon the report going out— if they had fled, were just hiding themselves more than before, or were being detained elsewhere, he didn't know. 

What he did know is that the Temple Guard were only suspected as having the culprit within their ranks. Suspected. But with the way that some brothers seethed and talked, it was as if they were already guilty. And for a bit, during his anger, his grieving, Wolffe had half a mind to agree.

It made sense too.

Who knew the Temple the best? Who knew how to move without being noticed?

The Jedi Temple Guard did.

They could get past all the security in the Temple because they were the security. They had no identifying markers aside from build, height, and species, and even then from what he had heard from the others, they often worked in groups with similar heights and builds and always with one other of their species to keep that image of anonymity.

And with their Oaths as a guise and their loyalty unquestioned, who would even think that the Temple Guard would try something?

They were trusted. They were respected. They had one of the most powerful Jedi as their leader. They had a man who was respected by many other Jedi— at least, according to Plo.

A man who was trained by the Head Jedi (“Grandmaster.” Plo would correct all of them), General Yoda himself.

Someone who could probably get away with a lot of things if he wanted to, pull a lot of rank and power to himself— if he wanted to.

And Wolffe found the entire thing complicated the more he thought about it.

It would have been so easy to hate and agree with the others, to slip into the grief and anger that was being directed towards the Temple Guard because even if they didn’t have the culprit in their ranks, certainly they should’ve known, right?

It would have been so easy. So easy for it to have been done by a Temple Guard and so easy to join the others in hating them.

But now it was complicated because it was clear that Plo was worried for the Temple Guard and their Head despite his own grief— just by the way he was watching Drallig. 

And how Vane had used the term Khos to refer to Drallig. Wolffe knew that word, that title. Ahsoka Tano used it once or twice with Plo. 

It meant ‘father’ and—

And things were complicated now. So much more complicated.

If Drallig was supposed to be the leader of the guilty party, was Vane choosing to be in league with them because it considered Drallig its father?

Or was it simply trusting Drallig and the Temple Guard like others seemed to be doing? Certainly, it would be hard to believe that a group of people you trusted could betray you like that— but then again, Wolffe could tell that tides were shifting, there were whispers he and the other Clones caught as they patrolled in the Temple Guard’s stead.

Or maybe the Temple Guard and their leader were all innocent. 

Wolffe looked at the Jedi again. There was worry etched on Plo and Vane’s faces, though Lai didn’t look too concerned, preoccupied with something on her wrist comm.

But Drallig simply straightened and gave Wolffe a slight smile and— he looked exhausted.

So Wolffe held his tongue, like he often did when he was unsure about Jedi politics, and bowed slightly to Drallig instead.

“It’s our duty to aid the Jedi,” he told him as he straightened up. “Let's just hope that this wraps up quick.”

Drallig’s lips twitched upwards again.

“We can only hope.”

And wasn’t that the truth.

It would have been so easy, and that's what made Wolffe uneasy.

If only he knew how bad everything would become in just a few days.

In my eyes, the only clones who really knew Cin well would be the ones stationed on Coruscant, meaning the other Clones would have only known him through brief interactions at the Temple and through what the other Jedi have said. Wolffe doesn’t really know him all that well.

Khos means ‘father’ in Togruti (from the old star wars age of alliances RP), Omura has a close relationship with Cin in that way to an extent. Wolffe knows it because I think Ahsoka should call Plo that once or twice and he picked up on that

Morrigan Lai is a Dullahan equivalent (renamed to Gan Dura for star wars reasons), so she’s pretty much undead and can communicate with lingering shades. But that’s all. She might come back later, but she’s a friend of Plo’s.

Jet’ike is the Mando’a term that @purgetrooperfox uses when clones talk about padawans and I stole that eheheheh (love ya, leo)

Omura belongs to Cheeri or @certified-anakinfucker, who I also love and adore.

I hope I got Wolffe’s character down. It’s been a while since I’ve written him, tbh

Let me know if you want to be tagged in this series specifically. I will get around to making a new taglist form, but I have no idea when that will be

#Penguin Writes: Star Wars #Penguinkiwi Writes #Penguin Writes: Never Forget What I Have Endured #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Expanded Universe #Star Wars the Prequel Trilogy #Commander Wolffe #Plo Koon #Cin Drallig #Morrigan Lai (PKWSW) #Penguinkiwi OCs #Omura Vane (Cheeri) #Commander Grimm (PKWSW) #Commander Ghost (PKWSW) #Captain Ember (PKWSW) #Medic Sweetie (PKWSW) #104th Battalion #Sergeant Frost (PKWSW) #Commander Grim (PKWSW) #564th Battalion (PKWSW)

[typheus]

Grimm is short for gremlin

#my art #my ocs #ocs #agate #grimm #nina 2 #there is nina #and then nina 2 #2 being a clone that nina made for spare organs #but fucked up #so instead of the clone being a braindead adult host #it was a not braindead baby #so naturally she gave it the shittiest name possible and let everyone else take care of it #as for grimm #wouldnt you dump water down your infamous space pirate mothers shoe for 30$

[comm-caribou]

Chapter Thirty: Support Group:

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: PTSD (let me know if I missed any!)

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As Juliette began to stir from her sleep, she felt someone petting her head soothingly. Their thumb tracing the hem of her hairline just above her forehead, fingers lightly scratching her scalp.

As she let the sun’s rays warm her face, she held her hand up to stiffen the blinding light from her eyes.

The hand that had been comforting her moved, helping shield her from the rays just enough to see him.

While he had Fox’s graying hair and dark circles, he had a purple tattoo resembling a child’s squiggly art on his jaw.

She squinted, “when’d you get here?”

“A hour ago,” Cooper replied.

Hardwire’s face appeared next to his, “we wanted to spend time with you since we only have two days left.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Juliette tiredly sat up.

“You didn’t sleep well last night,” Hardwire said, “and I know because you slept in my room.”

She rubbed her eyes, “right… where’s Fox?”

“He got pulled away,” Cooper reported, “something about an important call.”

“He did say he might get busy,” she sighed, I wish he stayed though.

“Come on,” Cooper got up, “let’s actually go do something.”

She took his hand, “thanks, Coop.”

“Of course,” he replied, kicking Dabbler’s foot, “get up, trooper.”

Dabbler groaned, “why can’t I get a nice wake up call, Sarge?”

“You’re not my C.O.”

Cooper directed Juliette’s hand to his elbow, lips turned upward very subtly. A few months ago, this would make his skin crawl and he’d be shrugging her off him, instead he was inviting her touch with a gentle smile.

Dabbler blew his white curls out of his face, “fair enough.”

Cosmos tiredly extended his hand, “come on, Dab.”

Hardwire gently nudged Juliette, “what would you like to do today?”

Juliette shrugged, “I… don’t know.”

Mirage snuck behind her, wrapping her in a hug, “have you eaten today?”

“Nope.” Dabbler stated. “Just a protein bar provided by Fox.”

“As the medic,” Boomerang stated. “I say we go get some food.”

Cooper nodded, “I’ll contact the other boys.”

Juliette quietly walked with them.

Their voices echoed around her, and she checked over her shoulder for Fang like he’d somehow be there too.

****

“He’s so strange.”

Although he knew the bright Kamino cafeteria was crowded with his siblings, Fury knew they were talking about him.

He made his way down the line, picking up his food and keeping his face neutral.

“I hear he’s good in training though.”

A compliment. That’s a rarity.

“Yeah, but the guy is a total loose canon. Making him an ARC is just encouraging his crazy, and I’m not talking about the violence.”

Fury left the line, passing the two shinies.

“You think he heard us?”

“Nah. That guy is a total space cadet.”

Fury passed tables, feeling their eyes on him with every step until he made it to his back table by the exit and the trash.

At it, there was two new faces. One was a shiny with a bowl of broth and a bloody cloth held to his swollen lip. The other was also a shiny, reading his datapad; he lazily moved untouched food around his plate as he engorged in his readings.

Neither noticed him approach, and when he sat they both only looked up long enough to acknowledge another person had sat down.

Fury waited a second, expecting a silent look between the two before they got up and left. Instead, they went back to their own business in their original seats.

Fury picked up his knife and fork, beginning to saw into a thin slab of meat. They called it steak, but he was unsure if it really was since it’s texture was more like a leather boot.

The shiny lowered his cloth, attempting a bite of broth. He winced, and let the liquid fall out of his mouth back into the bowl.

Gross.

“Don’t do that,” his brother didn’t look up.

“Eh herrs,” he whined.

“Maybe if you didn’t talk so much,” his brother took a tiny bite, “you wouldn’t get punched.”

Touching his mouth, Fury realized the shiny was missing a bottom tooth leaving a bloody space. He had taken a few hits to his jaw, but had yet to lose or even chip a tooth. It must’ve hurt, but he couldn’t imagine what caused this shiny to lose a tooth.

The shiny attempted another bite of his broth, making another uncomfortable noise as he swallowed. He put his cloth back up to his mouth, holding it to his aggravated gum.

Fury said nothing, wiping his mouth and leaving with his empty tray. He had shooting practice with Havoc, and he was determined to take his brother’s record.

****

Smiling felt fake.

Juliette couldn’t get a smile on her own face without it feeling unnatural, and looking at her friends’ smiles was just as fraudulent.

Sitting on cement stairs, she was eating some mini cakes with frosting in heavy silence. No one had anything to say, and no one dared tried to crack a joke or talk.

No one was happy.

She blamed herself.

For weeks she pretended she could be like them, and move on. Not think about Fang, and not thinking about how any one of the men sitting with her could be gone too.

Cosmos, Dabbler, and Tracks could crash or be shot down, they’d be trapped and die in their gunships.

Boomerang would sacrifice himself for any of his brothers, and if he went down, Mirage is going down with him.

Coyote lost everyone, he’s fighting until he goes down. She could imagine he didn’t care how, as long as he lost no one else before then.

Cooper was hard to read, but she knew deep down in her chest she’d miss him a lot if he was killed in action.

Sitting beside her, she had Hardwire. If any of them were to die, she’d be most heartbroken over him. She loved all of them, considered many of the troopers her friends, even liking one or two a little bit more than a friend. Hardwire, however, was the big brother she never had. She needed him as much as he needed her to pull herself together.

Instead, she just picked at her sugary treat, feeling a heavy weight in her chest continue to build.

****

“I told you to stop running you mouth!”

That exclamation was emphasized with a noise Fury knew too well from all the hyped up, testosterone filled, ‘anxiously-waiting-for-shipment-day’ brothers he had.

That was a body colliding with a wall.

Yet another case of infighting.

Outsiders would probably find it problematic, but Fury had overheard stories from the bounty hunters that trained them that it’s normal. They all always say that it’s just a sibling thing.

Fury was about to walk away, not get involved in the brotherly tussle happening down the hall, when that emphasizing noise happened again. The pain ghosted through his past encounters within these walls; he was smaller then.

“I said be quiet!”

“All you do is talk!”

Fury sighed, rolling his shoulders back as he spun on his heel.

The brothers who were walking not too far behind him parted, watching him with interest. He even overheard one whisper to others to follow.

Fury ignored them, eyes focused ahead.

Why do I always get an audience?

He rounded the corner, seeing four shinies in total: one holding one’s arms roughly behind his back, the other pinning a swollen lipped one to the wall.

He recognized the two victims from the mess.

We meet again. Hopefully this will be the last time today.

“Is there a problem here?” Fury said slowly, keeping his occasional stutter at bay.

They released their victims, setting their eyes on Fury.

“N-no, sir,” one bully mocked him. “No pro-problem here.”

His bullying brother snickered.

Fury cooly stepped forward, lowering his voice threateningly, “might I remind you, which one of us has rank.”

The two went quiet, realizing they shouldn’t be mocking a Sergeant.

Fury jabbed his thumb over his shoulder, “I suggest you go now.”

They quickly hurried, and his audience also dissipated with some disappointment. They wanted action, and were always expecting him to deliver. Fury couldn’t, not if he didn’t have to.

Fury turned on his heel, and began walking again.

“Wait,” shiny with a swollen lip walked beside him. “Thanks for that. You really helped me out there, not that I couldn’t handle it. I could, but I try not to be brought down to their level. You’re Fury, right? I’m called Ace. I’m training to be a fighter pilot, but I’ll settle for transportation. Anything but Navy, I don’t like their uniforms. Nor do I want to be reading radars. No, no sir! I want to fly the ships myself, and have all the controls between me, myself, and I. And maybe one other brother, you know?”

Did he even take a breath?

His tired looking brother took his arm, “Ace, what did we discuss?”

“I mustn’t talk my brothers ears off.” Ace recited, “but is such an act even possible? Or is that just a saying? Grimm, you’re a medic. You would know, wouldn’t you? Could one talk someone’s ears off?”

Grimm’s eye twitched, “I’m thinking of cutting mine off, so yes!”

Fury chuckled, “I don’t think they’d graduate you if you removed your ears, vod.”

“Won’t know if you don’t try,” Ace quipped. “Also, what is vod? I heard it said a lot, but mostly from the ARCs, Commandos, and Nulls. What’s it mean? And do you know the Nulls? Those guys make me nervous. I see one of them coming my way, I immediately go a different way. They’re also very big, and one punch from them would knock out all my other teeth, for sure.”

Grimm met Fury’s eye, and made a sympathetic face as if apologizing.

Fury shrugged, “to answer your first question, vod is a Mando’a word that is like sibling. I think that Skitara Sergeant is the source of how it got here. I only met one Null, and he was actually really nice although a little bit sarcastic and dark with his humor. Exceed… excellent hacker.”

Ace seemed pleased, and he could tell the future pilot was preparing for his next wave of words as they turned down another pathway.

Originally, Fury was heading to bed, now he was stalling just to have someone other than his ARCs talking to him.

****

I’m the worst.

The group was heading back to the ship, after wasting their day with her. Juliette wanted to kick herself for not being perky for them, and ruining their last day of leave.

Cooper was hanging back, walking next to her while the others talked in hush tones. She tried not to pay attention, but she caught pieces of them asking what they can do.

Boomerang seemed most stressed of all, making her feel even more guilty.

A small part of her wished she never dated Fang, because then this wouldn’t be so hard. Then she felt guilty for wishing that.

She stopped walking.

They others walked, still stressing.

She sunk down to the ground, hugging her knees. Everyone she loves eventually dies, and every person new she lets in goes away too. With so much loss, she didn’t know how much more she could take. If she could even take losing more.

Someone knelt down beside her. She didn’t look, but she knew it was Cooper.

“I wish I was like you,” tears welled up, “I wish I wasn’t affected by loss.”

Cooper’s hand rest on her back, “all our life, we’ve been drilled to be immune to the fact we were going to die. That a person who shares your face dies in front of you. That the only people you know are going eventually be gone.”

She lifted her head, expecting Cooper to have a cold look on his face. Instead, he was soft and comforting.

“I envy that you had parents, a childhood, and people who didn’t completely resemble you,” he said, “and I also feel remorse for you in your losses. I’m prepared for my family to die all around me, you never were.”

She couldn’t stop herself, the question rushed out of her before she could realize it’s insensitivity.

“Were you sad when Keks died?”

I’m literally the worst.

Cooper managed a smile, as if he didn’t mind her careless question. He patted his thumb under her eye, drying some tears.

“I was,” he sighed, “and I still miss him. I think of him once everyday, and even thought of adopting his odd accent. There are some days though, where it’s harder. Days where I wish we never went to that planet, never gave aid, or that he never went after Hound. Most days though, I’m just glad I had that time with him.”

“But… it’s kind of different isn’t it?” She nervously played her necklace, “you can’t really replace Keks. I don’t want to replace Fang, but I got to move on, right?”

Cooper pointed off to the group who was lingering ahead. They noticed, but they didn’t come rushing back like she imagined they would. They were all just talking and waiting.

“Coyote isn’t Keks, but he’s filling his role,” Cooper explained. “In ways, Shadow is filling Fang’s spot as the little brother we worry about, but he’s not Fang. We’re not replacing them, but we do got to keep going and letting new people in. If we don’t, the group grows smaller until we’re left alone.”

Juliette studied Cooper.

Cooper sighed, taking her hand, “moving on is not replacing, and remembering isn’t always going to be sad. You’re a beautiful, bright, and charming girl, Juliette. When you do move on, he will not replace Fang and Fang will not disappear.”

“But I’m already forgetting him,” she felt another wave of sadness.

“You can read your love letters,” he said, “and ask us for stories. Coyote has tons.”

Love letters?

“What love letters?”

“The ones in that box Coyote gave you.”

“Those were just the rocks I gave Fang. I can’t even look at them anymore.”

“Coyote said he put all of the love memorabilia in the box with the rocks.”

I have love letters?

Juliette got up, offering Cooper a hand up, “thank you for talking to me.”

“Don’t thank me,” he teased. “You remind me of a sad child when you’re all pouty, and I hate sad children.”

“I’ll take it.”

She ran off, rushing past the group and onto the ship. Darting down the empty halls, she rushed into her room and opened her closet doors.

Up on the top, shoved under old sweaters and an old blanket was the wooden box.

****

Eating in the mess use to be lonely, but now Fury looked forward to it.

Ace was always excited to see him, then would go into detail of everything he missed since the last time they saw each other. He liked that his meals were no longer silent.

Grimm he learned was a bit rough around the edges. His humor was dark, borderline picking on others, but at least he was straightforward.

Fury liked to think that Ace got himself into mischief and Grimm got him out of it, then he got stuck with Ace following him around too. It was a good strategy, and Fury was certain he wouldn’t be able to shake Ace off even if he tried.

“I’m thinking of dying my hair,” Ace blurted out, “what do you think? Can I pull blond? Maybe just dark brown? How about something crazy like blue?”

“Go bald,” Grimm said between bites.

“Nah, I don’t like the idea of my head being that exposed,” Ace ran his fingers through his hair, “maybe I should do white?”

“No.” Grimm stabbed his fork into his salad. “Absolutely not. This place is too white, our armor is too white, no more white.”

Ace tapped his lips, thinking.

Fury picked out a chunk of beef in his stew, “how about red?”

Ace lit up, “I like red.”

“Not bright red,” Grimm pointed his fork at him, “you do bright red, and I will end you.”

Ace smiled a gap toothed smile, “awe, you usually say you’ll never talk to me again.”

“Oh, please,” Grimm rolled his eyes, “you’d hunt me down, beg for forgiveness, talk my ear off with how sorry you are, and not leave me alone.”

Ace continued smiling, “you like my company.”

Grimm muttered to his plate, “that too.”

Fury smiled to his food. He was still working his way in, but he hoped they’d feel the same way about him. Now Havoc wouldn’t worry so much that Fury only spoke to him openly.

****

Juliette stood on her toes, reaching up for the box desperately. She needed to see what Coyote had stuffed in there, and what Fang kept.

She never wanted to see that box again, which is way she told Squirrel to shove it up there when they cleaned up her room for her.

She let out a frustrated cry, then went to her desk. Swiping off all the stuff piled on the chair, she picked it up ready to free climb the small space if she had to.

Instead, the box was in her reach now. Extended out in Digger’s hands.

She dropped the chair, staring at him.

“I heard you struggling,” he shyly smiled, “is this what you wanted?”

She nodded, swiping the box from him and hugging it close to her chest.

Digger placed his hands behind his back, “sorry for intruding. I shouldn’t have just entered without your permission, even when the door is open.”

Juliette nodded, “especially when I barely know you.”

He flinched, but kept his awkward smile up, “I guess you’re right there too. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for getting my box,” she looked away.

He backed away, pausing at the door just before he walked off.

“There’s… there’s a lot of rumors and stories about me,” Digger studied her, “and I hope you’ll know that they’re not all true. Also, that I genuinely do want to be your friend, and I hope that the other day didn’t ruin the chances of that happening.”

She thumbed at the box’s latch, “I think… I need to think about that.”

Digger nodded, and shuffled off leaving her door still open.

She debated closing it for a second, but her knees buckled beneath her. In her arms was everything Fang left behind, and she had been unaware of the most valuable thing she owned until today.

She lifted the lid, and she expected to be overcome with tears again. Instead, she felt relieved.

Their past and all the memories they made were carefully placed, folded, and stacked in this box.

The rocks that once belong to her dead father, then her deceased boyfriend had additions.

She picked up a little note, smiling.

****

Fury sat down in the mess of the Stormrider.

It was weird that this place was now his home. He had grown use to Kamino and it’s overly clean facility, that a Navy vessel with primarily just brothers running it was a daunting difference.

After losing Havoc, he was sure he’d be miserable here. That is until Ace excitedly filled him in on the good news, that they were assigned to leave Kamino and join the 952nd too.

He’d still have his group.

Then, it fell apart.

Fury glanced over at the pilot table. Ace always sat there now chatting with the pilots and laughing. They had warmed up to Ace’s chatter, and whatever bothered them before didn’t matter.

Grimm still sat with Fury though, but he didn’t talk.

The medic would eat his food, study his datapad, and leave. Occasionally he’d complain about the other vods, but he didn’t want solutions. Grimm just wanted Fury to agree that he’s right and his brothers are wrong, even when they’re not.

Grimm finished his meal, wiped his mouth, and got up without saying anything.

Guess our only common factor is Ace.

Fury looked over to pilots, hoping he’d catch Ace’s eye and he’d wave him over.

He never did.

He was too busy laughing.

“Can I sit here?”

Fury ripped his gaze from Ace, looking up to the brother asking the question.

It was Digger. No Tunnel squad, just their Sergeant who had an odd relationship with their General. Fury wasn’t sure if Juliette even liked the soldier outside of work, but he seemed alright.

Fury gestured to the empty seats surrounding him, “why not?”

Digger sat, and picked at his steak.

Fury studied him for a minute, then asked, “what’s on your mind?”

Digger looked up, as if stunned someone would ask him such a standard question. It was clear to Fury that Digger had things on his mind.

“I…” Digger paused, “a lot of things actually.”

Fury twirled his pasta, “I’m told I’m a good listener.”

Digger considered the offer, and words began flying from his mouth.

****

“Juliette?”

She looked up, tears dry on her cheeks and feeling much better.

Instead of the whole squad, it was just Boomerang.

He didn’t have his warm smile or mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Instead his face read with worry and concern, and she wondered how long he looked this way.

“You okay?” He stepped in, closing the door behind him. “That’s a dumb question, huh?”

Juliette folded the doodle sheet she had made for Fang, which had hearts added to it since.

“I feel a little better,” Juliette placed the paper square in the box. “Seeing all of this helps.”

Boomerang sat down on the floor. He didn’t say a word, and quickly looked away from the box after just a glance at its contents.

“I’m sorry about today, I—“

“You don’t have to apologize for having a bad day,” Boomerang took her hand, “but, it is in the best interest of the battalion that we… um…”

Boomerang looked at the box again, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Boomerang?”

He pulled her arm, jerking her into him. His grip wrapped around her body, and he hugged her tightly as if she had another near death experience.

“We need to talk,” he spoke firmly, “no more avoiding this, Juliette. No more grieving quietly while you pretend everything is sunshine and rainbows.”

“I know.”

“So, let’s talk.”

She exhaled, “…let’s talk.”

#caribou stories #caribou ocs #star wars #star wars the clone wars #952nd #juliette trix #commander hardwire #arc trooper mirage #boomerang #coyote #sergeant cooper #tracks #cosmos #dabbler #arc trooper fury #ace #grimm #sergeant digger

[chicknstripz]

I have so many Clone Commando OC's in my head right now and I feel like ya'll need to meet some of them Grimm // CC--0666 // Medic of Acklay Squad

My resident sad boi. He's the lone survivor of four commando squadrons, and is convinced that he's cursed. When he was first assigned to Acklay he didn't want to sleep, constantly worried they would be taken away from him, but that fear has lessened over the course of the war. He has bouts of PTSD and his hands arn't as steady as they used to be, but his squad don't care. The squad's demolitions specialist Cosmos once said 'My hands are steady for the both of us vod', and he won't stop saying it until Grimm believes it. Ord // CC-0321 // Medic of Kryna Squad Ord's name is short for two things, and you never know what side of him you will get until he's rolled his dice. You're either going to roll really high and get a sweet Orderly who will hold your hand for you while you get your shots, or you roll low and get an Ordeal that ends with him telling you to get back to work. It's not that he's got bad beside manner, or that he hates his vod ... it's just that he's seen a lot of shit and he wants an excuse to be snippy when he's patching you up after a particularly dumb move. Swag // CC-0420 // Leader of Strill Squad. His name is short for Swagger, partially because he wears a Kama, and partially because he's got 'them moves'. The man is a bit of a himbo, and has zero understanding of danger. He can, and will, challenge that droid to a dance off, and he will win - but only because the droid doesn't know the DC-17 tango. Whenever he's got some R&R he hangs out with his best bud Bangup, these bois love them some face masks and some fluffy robes, almost as much as they love picking up chicks at 79's.

#Clone OCs #star wars #my dumb ocs #I love these bois #especially my man Grimm #he needs a hug

[tanadidreamer]

Early Days

Grimm rolled his eyes as he followed Arch and Korvan into the shared officer’s desk to find Reaper fast asleep at the desk, using his arms as a pillow as the datapads and flimsi scattered around him while Solus as being used as a human pillow by Temple on a bunk, both were fast asleep.

Korvan let out a chuckle as he walked over to his own bunk, unclasping his armor as he did so while Grimm walked over to Reaper and gently raked his fingers through the younger clone’s hair, earning a soft sigh in return. 

“Reap, time to wake up.” Grimm said in a soothing manner as he gently shook his brother’s shoulder, which earned some response about five something in Umbaran. “C’mon, Reaper.”.

With that, he gave a rougher shake which caused the captain to bolt awake and nearly punch him. “Boss?” Reaper asked as he rubbed at his eyes blearily while Grimm eyed the flimisi attached to his cheek. It was written in Umbaran, go figure. “What’s going on?”.

“Nothing, you sleeply lack proper sleeping posture.” Grimm remarks as he leaned against the desk and pulled the sticky flimsi off with a smirk. “Bunk, Reap. Ever heard of one?”.

“Aren’t they for sleeping in? Or getting very intimate with another person?” Reaper asks innocently as he leaned back at his chair which caused Grimm to pause while Arch barked out a laugh. That damn smirk was the only telltale that it wasn’t an innocent question.

“Arch, stop corrupting my captain!” Grimm snapped at the commander who was perched on his bunk, smiling down at him serenely. “Don’t you have Chaos?”.

“I do, but he’s away at Seventeen’s training for another few days, thus I must keep myself entertained.” Arch reasons as he leaned forward, mischevious shining in his steely grey eyes as the mousey stands of hair fell into his face. “At least I’ve got ‘im speakin’ with a proper accent now.”.

“What’s wrong with my accent?”.

“Nothing.” Korvan responds as he stretched and let out a sigh as he popped his back into place. “It’s honestly quite interesting, we just can’t understand you when you get angry.”.

“Shut up, ‘m tryin’ ta sleep ‘ere.” Temple mumbled as he cuddled up closer against Solus, who let out a soft snore. 

“Make me.” Arch remarks from his perch as he kicked his legs back and forth. “Sleep is for the weak.”.

Temple let out a light growl as he turned to glared up at Arch with weary brown eyes. “Or those who were drugged. Do you want to test me, psycho?”.

Arch smirked at that challenge. “Yep.”.

“Arch, Reap, go to bed.” Grimm said sternly towards the commander, who rolled his eyes, and the lieutenant, who had stood and started making his way over to the bunk under Arch’s. “Temp?”.

“Yeah?”.

“Don’t ask Arch that sort of thing, we both know he loves challenges.”.

“Whatever.” Temple turned back around and cuddled into Sol’s side.

#fanfic #clone ocs #grimm is the battalion dad #arch loves starting problems #arch is a bad influence #temple is so done #temple just wants sleep #my writing #hellions before everything went insane #reaper is a smartass

[flamestar1031]

so that doom eternal dlc

anyways im coping by drawing my interpretations of the doom 3 protags. which I guess could count as ocs? I know doomguy ocs are a thing and I guess these guys could count as those

anyways i know i made a post bout these dudes awhile ago but i’ve tweaked a few things since then! more info under the cut

for context, my hc for doom 3 is it takes place a century or two after the og doom games, and 2016 and eternal takes place in a different dimension. The ancient martian civilzation mentioned in doom 3 is actually the sentinels of that world, and they and the maykrs were wiped out during the war they had. what remained of the sentinels fled to earth and yeah

anyways Grimm is the protag of the base game! he’s the most friendly of the bunch and is generally a kind person. His name is based off the protag of the doom movie, John Grimm, cause that movie is roughly based off doom 3 and grimm is kinda a cool name. He is the most aware of the fact that a lot of the demons hes fighting used to be humans. also He is a clone of the og doomguy, but he is currently unaware of this fact

next is Roe! hes the protag of resurrection of evil and his name is based off the abbreviation of the name. he is by far the most abrasive of the bunch and lowkey an asshole. hes really smart though! he’s an ex-marine engineer hired by the UAC because of his interest in the history of the martian society. He blames himself for the death of his squad since he was the one that took the artifact.

finally is Lane, protag of Lost Mission. his name is based off one of the two said in the cutscene before bravo squad gets Got by the imps. He is the leader of bravo squad and technically the highest ranked out of the trio. The imp attack left him with injuries on his arms and he lost his eye. He’s the most stoic of the bunch, but does care deep down. hes also the reason grimm and roe aren’t constantly at each other’s throats cause those two cannot get along at all. he’s also a direct descendant of the sentinels that escaped to earth!

#my art #Doom #doom 3 #doomguy #doomguy oc #doom 3 bfg edition #doom 3 resurrection of evil #doom 3 lost mission #I love these dudes so much

[solar-pxwered]

The Basics

Name: Sun Wukong

Nickname/Alias: Sunny Boy

Birthday: December 7th

Birthplace: Vacuo City, Vacuo.

Sex/Gender/Race: Cis-Male/Faunus

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Spoken Languages: Common Tongue of Remnant, Local Vacuoan dialect.

A History Lesson

Education: Basic reading and writing and starting education up to age 8. Later in life, at 13 he was enrolled in Pre-Huntsmen academy where he caught up on lessons.

Who were they in school: The Goodhearted Troublemaker. Spending years on the streets of Vacuo resulted in less than perfect manners and habits, so he was always getting in trouble without really trying to.

What Occupation Did They Want Growing Up: A politician like his dad.

Current Occupation: Huntsman

Socioeconomic Level Growing Up: Middle-Lower as a child when his parents were alive. Low/Homeless for the 5 years he lived on the streets.

Current Socioeconomic Level: Middle Class, Huntsmen in Vacuo are highly respected and get decent benefits.

Living Conditions Growing Up: Very happy and healthy as a child until his parents died, then it was terrible. He often went hungry, dealt with exposure to the elements, etc.

Current Living Conditions: Stable to well-off. He has a house in Vacuo and makes decent money as a Huntsman.

Criminal Record: Theft, Trespassing, Assault, Illegal Passage on a cargo ship.

Relationships

Parents: Deceased.

Siblings: None

Significant Other: Verse dependent.

Ex-Relationships: Several girls in Mistral during his early Academy days. Had a fairly serious relationship with a girl named Diamond from Atlas but her social status and parental disapproval resulted in a very harsh end to their relationship that left him unwilling to try again for a long time (up to RWBY canon timeline).

Children: In a long running discord rp with an OC, Light Wukong (male), Jett Wukong (male), Orion Wukong (male) (natural) and Cookie Wukong (female) (adopted).

Best Friend: Neptune Vessalius

Pets: Verse dependent. He's a dog person, but he likes all animals.

Rivals: Adam Taurus

Enemies: Verse dependent.

Let's Get Physical

Build: Athletic, Muscular

Height: 6'1

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Grey with hints of blue.

Body Modifications: None

Scars/Birthmarks: Multiple scars in various places from Huntsman training and fighting Grimm. The most noticeable are the multiple scars on his forearms, his left arm containing a scar of the word "Thief" given to him by a market vendor as a child when he was caught stealing. He keeps these covered with his gloves and arm guards the vast majority of the time.

Powers/Abilities: Parkour, Hand to Hand Combat (Martial Arts), bo staff, nunchuck and shotgun proficiency. Cardiovascular stamina and free running skills. Exceptional agility. Aura boosted by sunlight. Via-Sun, his semblance, gives him the ability to create solid clones of himself powered by his aura.

Restrictions: Long-range combat, aura depletes quickly at night or in the evenings, tends to work better solo and can sometimes not be a team player.

Physical/Mental Illness: Minor situational PTSD

Addictions: None

The Juicy Stuff

Vice(s): Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath

Virtue(s): Chastity / Temperance / Charity / Diligence / Forgiveness / Humility / Kindness

Alignment: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic || Good / Neutral / Evil

Religion: Agnostic. He believes the Brothers exist, but he could care less what they think.

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Element: Fire by zodiac standards. Light by nature.

#tag later #headcanon

[bookwormdeen]

Requests Open

Requests Open

Hello!

These can be pairing with Reader, OC (fanfic or one-shot) or just one-shot without pairing (just the character).

I do dates special (b-days, Christmas, etc)

Smut (Only in some cases), Dark themes: Allowed.  I like polemic, yes! Feminism, Gender questions, Politic, Health. All of it. The world is a lot of things, writing has to be too. Plus, art is here to help.

I value things that run from stereotypes or cliche. So your character can be LGBTQI +, Black... Anything really. I don’t wanna just white perfect characters. I want different.  Because different is far more challenging and fun to write.

I am taking requests with the following characters:

TV Shows

Daredevil: Foggy Nelson; Benjamin Poindexter, Matt Murdock, Vladimir Ranskahov

The Originals: Kol, Klaus, Elijah

Vampire Diaries: Damon, Kai Parker

Vienna Blood: Max Liebermann

The Punisher: Billy Russo.

The Witcher: Jaskier, Cahir, Lazlo

The Order:Hamish Duke, Randall 

Justified: Tim Gutterson

Limitless: Bryan Flinch

Ragnarok: Fjor Jutul, Laurentis

Dark: Jonas, Magnus Nielsen

Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, Michael Gray

Amazing Spider-Man: Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Peter Parker, Alistair Smyte, Miles Morales

A Discovery of Witches: Marcus Whitmore 

Merlin: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Lancelot

Grimm: Nick Burkhardt

Good Wife: Cary Agos, Finn Polmar

Star Trek: Spock, Khan, James Kirk, *Data

Dusk Till Dawn: Richard Geko, Seth Gecko

Glee: Sam Evans

Scream: Noah Foster, Gustavo Acosta, Eli Hudson, Will Belmont

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Berlim

The Good Doctor: Shaun Murphy, Neil Melendez, Alex Park

Castlevania: Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont

Clone Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker

Sex Education: Otis, Adam Groff, Eric

Movies

Marvel: Loki, Bucky (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Quicksilver, Black Panther, Harry Osborn

DC: Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow, Joker

Ex Machina: Caleb Smith

Riot Club: Miles Richards, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Guy Bellingfield, James Leighton

1917: Blake, Scholfield

Narnia: Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian 

Hobbit: Legolas, Thorin, Thranduil 

Fantastic Beasts: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

6 Underground: 4, 6, 7

HP: Draco Malfoy

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark

Maze Runner: Newt, Gally

Characters 

Iron Fist Austen: Mr Darcy, Mr Tilney, Sidney Park, Frederick Wentworth

Noah Centineo

PS: Here are listed only man but you can ask woman too (I don’t know which ones to put, there are much more than these ones).

Ships

Crossover ships are accepted too!

Davina x Kol

Mr Darcy x Elizabeth

Mr Tilney x Catherine Morland

Anne x Gilbert

Sidney Park x Charlotte

Matt Murdock x Karen Page

Billy Russo x Krista Dumont

Amy March x Laurie

Rich Gecko x Kate Fuller

Anastasia x Dimitri

I love AUs and crossovers: like HP meets Narnia, or something like that. Ask about Actors are good too. 

Free Stories 

These ones I pretend to write more of it or remake it. These will be long fanfics. Feel free to share ideas. If you want a one-shot involving these TV shows or movies is good too. 

Obs: Some of them may be only in my Wattpad account. * @lucy_beau

The Alienist; Dirk Gently; Northanger Abbey; Sherlock, Sanditon; The Adventures of Tintin; Chained; Fallet; Ripper Street; Byzantium, Jumanji; Carrie Pilby; Vallerian; The Name of The Rose, Crimpson Peak; Revenge; Red Sparrow; Hookup Plan; The Ottoman Lieutnant

Free Ask:

Saw a thing and want a fanfic? Send me the idea. The movie is bad but could be good? Let’s write it. Want a prompt but can’t write? Maybe I can do it. Send it to me!

Free fanfics or stories have a limited number of chapters: 20.

Obs: I don’t do terror. Horror? Yes. 

SEND!!!!

If you want to be in my TAGLIST, say.

Need some help getting ideas? Look here: Prompts

#daredevil #dirk gently #amy march x laurie #the originals #reader #request #marvel #mr darcy #dusk till dawn #the punisher #billy russo #sanditon #fanfic #the witcher #loki fanfic #hobbit #star trek #riot club #cary agos #imagine #oneshot #benjamin poindexter #1917 #davina x kol #peter parker #matt murdock #theseus scamander #viena blood #jaskier #fantastic beasts