Send Me ‘♒’ For My Muse To Save Yours From Drowning.

He paused mid crawl and glanced at the intercom, about to get up and answer when he saw a motion out of the corner of his eye disappear behind a crate in the far back of the cargo hold. By the time he managed to get around the crates he only found an open grate that led into the ventilation systems. Out of the frying pan and into the fire as the humans so liked to phrase it. There was no way he was going to fit into the ventilation system as big as he was. He would need to find an alternative. Standing he hurried over towards intercom. "Captain, I'm afraid the creature's cage was damaged in the collision. It has escaped into the ventilation."

He'd just leaned in to take the sample when the collision happened, sending him arse over end. It took a moment for his sensors to adjust to the fact that he was very much upside down, most of his weight on his shoulders and neck -which would likely have broken any human neck- and he had to tilt his head to take in the scene before him. He stared at the very open cage door and the very missing creature before inhaling sharply. "Oh dear. David is going to be very upset with me." He managed to right himself after some effort and then carefully began to search through the cargo. "Where've you gone?"

Reblog to let your mutuals know. . .

that they are appreciated. that they are important. that they are amazing. that they are creative. that they are loved.

No matter how long you take to reply, what mood you are in, how insecure you are feeling about your writing, or how active you are — your presence is still very much enjoyed. You never have to apologize or feel bad for taking a while with a reply, or not answering an ask right away. Life can get busy, energy can fluctuate, interest can shift, and emotions can change. You are human and these things do not make you a bad person/partner.

We write together because it is fun and enjoyable, not because it is expected of you to answer every little thing at the snap of fingers.

no bc i'm still hung up on this post and how oc's are expected to deliver more background information than anyone else and i'm here to once again emphasize how crucial interaction and engagement is to their own development both for the character and the writer behind them.

canon characters have the luxury of appearing "more fleshed out" / "self-explanatory" simply because we've witnessed them interact with other characters on screen. oc's don't get to have that when they are first created.

oc's start from scratch. and they can only build themselves based on the way they relate to others. it's literally how humans work.

so, you want to know more about oc's? engage. how? lemme give you some tips based on practices i've applied myself (feel free to reblog and add more):

read their headcanons: most oc's will provide important info there

ask the writer about their headcanons: found a headcanon intriguing? ask for details (e.g. if they mention they have a special item in them at all times, ask what it looks like, what for, its significance). this helps motivate writers to uncover new information about their own character.

ask the character about their headcanons: let the muse explain themselves and see how they behave about something personal, for example.

read their stats: pets? scars? tattoos? anything visible that can be commented on? point it out to the muse and comment on it.

send memes/questions: your best chance is when you see them reblog them so you don't have to come up with anything yourself.

relate them to your muse: does your muse like rock music? ask the character or the writer if they like rock music too.

note: this list isn't exhaustive. it's simply a couple examples from first-hand experience. it also applies to all muses (canon or oc), but needless to say, this post is specifically about oc's, hence the focus on them.

"No flesh. No bone. Just a simple algorithm." He didn't quite comprehend why she was trying to insist that he was anything close to human. It was curious he supposed how humans liked to assign meaning to things. He had to wonder why they felt that everything needed to have some kind of a meaning. Sometimes things just were. Or they just happened. It didn't have to mean something. Didn't have to mean anything at all. "Imprinting. I suppose you could compare humans to a simple duckling in some cases."

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

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I am NOT mutual exclusive.

If you want to interact with me but I do not follow you, that is okay. Feel free to put something in my ask box, ask for a starter, anything. I do NOT mind. And  if it works out, I’ll follow you back anyway.

Friendly reminder that as devastating as THAT scene is, y'all better leave Kaitlyn Dever THE FUCK alone. Hate Abby all you want, but Kaitlyn is an actress and a real human. Do NOT repeat what happened to Laura Bailey. Okay thx bye

The signal must have worked, because it wasn't long before footsteps were heard outside and the door opened up, bright lights shining in blindingly. "Two survivors." The trooper radioed, stepping inside though not lowering his gun once. They were UC, but the uniform was not one that was familiar to him. Green with orange tiger stripes. Special forces of some type. Special forces... so there was a situation here out of the usual. A silence followed as he received orders over comms. "Understood. You're both coming with us. Board the ship. Move. Do it quick."

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

Continued from X

Institute Synths and Courser

Concept art for Fallout 4

Art by Lucas Hardi

"Ah, sorry, Captain. According to protocol the only response I'm allowed is, 'of course you can trust your government'." His face was blank, but he still sighed. He of course knew exactly what they might do with such a creature. Perhaps they were being honest, but it was hard to say. He had worked with the Xeno Science division before they had tossed him out insisting that he was a 'malfunctioning' piece of equipment when he questioned the ethics. It was how he had managed to get bounced around so much from place to place. "I'll keep an eye on the creature until then." He may not be able to do much when the UC got it, but for the time being he could keep it secure.

"As you say, Captain." He couched in front of the crate and observed carefully the creature within. "If we're on the subject then may I ask the question - are you quite comfortable with the idea that the UC may use this creature as a Xenoweapon?" He thought that it was worth mentioning. It wasn't ethical at all, but that didn't stop humans from doing such things. It never ceased to be odd to him the lengths humans would go to simply to kill one another. Overly complicated means at that. One might call it clever, but he thought that it was a waste to kill non-combatants.