Friendly Reminder that Even If I Take Ages To Reply, I Still Want To Roleplay With You

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.

"But, Captain... the parasite." He realized that they had gotten into a very dangerous situation. If these raiders managed to get infected and carried it to other planets... a good portion of humanity could be wiped out. He quickly snatched up the blood sample from the floor and rushed it to the make-shift lab to get the processing started so that it could be analyzed quickly once the problem at hand was dealt with. With the sample cooking he hurried into the other room to find a weapon to prepare to defend them. Normally it was against his programming to harm a human, but there were some cases in which he could act, and this was one of them. Still, he would try to resolve it peacefully until he was left with no other choice.

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."

Begin again…

"Being clean would make you feel better but do as you please." He continued to fumble around one handed with the panel, trying his best to repair it one handed. This was not an easy task. Not with one hand, but the other was too badly damaged to use. He doubted it would be much use anyways now that it was missing a few fingers. His bleeding had at least stopped. It was one positive. Sighing he realized that if they were going to get this ship up and running, they were going to new some new Microcells. He could get those from the mechs, but... that meant going outside with those things. Sooner or later, he would have no choice. For now, he'd focus on basic repairs.

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

Continued from X

He made sure to get a good hold for the jump and made it through just fine, although it was still a little rough and he didn't know exactly how a human body might have done in his position. Not well he suspected. Once they seemed to have made the jump he hoped that they might be able to get a handle on the problems that they were facing. The parasite was going to have to wait. He needed to see what he could do about the broken comms, the giant hole in the ship and maybe clean up detail with the mess those bodies left behind. His main concern was still the parasite, but he had no hope of gaining an advantage over it here and it was probably somewhere securely within the vents by now.

Although he regretted the loss of life it was -he supposed- a poetic justice for the pirates to die in such a way. He heard the call. The only problem was that the devastation of firepower that had been rained down on him left the comms absolutely useless and he was unable to respond or to even update the captain on the situation here. Which meant that he would have no warning about the parasite and the extreme danger that it was going to pose to anyone that it came on contact with. He would just need to hold on and hope for the best. Maybe there was still a chance to prevent the worst from coming true.

i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here's what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back

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

Lost in Space (2018)

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