I'm So Sorry, But I Am Going to Talk About My OCs Now

Having ocs is so fun. It's like trapping yourself in a little box with a whirlpool in it, and then just swirling and swirling and swirling in your stupid, gay little thoughts. Occasionally somebody will pop their head in and you can splash some of your Stupid Water their way and have a grand old time talking about it.

Mostly, however, you will be trapped in there by yourself and then go mad for a million years.

Anyways, my blog, I can talk into the void about this forever.

you, dear reader

I have three W.I.P.s at the moment, and they get progressively more niche as they go on.

Firstly, my first OCs after years of writing fanfic, is for a project I've titled Without Gentleness for now. It follows a King named Godfrey, his best friend and chamberlain(i think? her role keeps changing) Bartholomea, and Godfrey's nemesis/crush, Wolfgrim. It's essentially a slice of life romance about Wolfgrim's ongoing attempts to assassinate his King, and Godfrey's undying devotion to having the hardest, gayest crush on him because he's freaky like that. Bartholomea is on a one woman quest to murder Wolfgrim and not lose her mind, but if you look closer it is patently obvious that she already has.

Secondly, we have an untitled project that I'm simply referring to as Fauna University Online. Inspired by my WiLd and rEcKlEsS youth spent, uh, playing Animal Jam and other MMOs with my sibling, FUO is basically my sendup of the genre as well as my affection for the creepypasta and lore that sprang up alongside these games. You know, the edgy tales of curses and corrupt NPCs and chainletters- all that jazz. We follow a guy named Midas as he revisits this game after many years on a rewritten website, as the game itself has long been deactivated, where it becomes clear very quickly that there is something deeply wrong with this version. He is joined by a mysterious soul named Maxwell who is trapped in the game and who can only manifest as a chatbox with disembodied eyes, as well as the game's mascot NPC named Adelia the Fox. Together, Midas and Maxwell fall in gay love and also try to figure out what the hell is happening.

And thirdly we have a severely untitled, severely under explored project about a mad scientist named Hugo Estrada who is tasked with turning a werewolf back into a human after it gets stuck in it's wolf form. This one is distressingly horny, but in an abstract, esoteric sort of way. I like this one a lot, but it hasn't taken shape like the others yet, but I trust that it very much will.

Onto the individual ocs! With my favourite writing snippet of each! I'm really trying to kill the part of me that cringes but the motherfucker keeps getting up!

Without Gentleness:

King Francis Godfrey II:

Almost exclusively referred to as 'Godfrey'; huge massive freak with a heart of gold; prime example that royalty is so much more fun in fiction than in real life; daddy issues; loves his best friend sooooooo much just absolutely adores her; ugly pathetic little crush on his knight who desperately wants to kill him; built like a goddamn bear and i mean a REAL bear because i am normal and can be trusted around large and beautiful men; just so horribly sad under the jovial warrior santa claus act; blonde smh

Politics. What a waste of good food.

"You don't suppose some wine would make things more bearable?", Godfrey ventures, eyeing her up slyly.

Bartholomea takes her seat and sends him a bone dry look. Godfrey shrugs amiably.

"If His Majesty pleases.", she offers blandly.

"His Majesty is simply making a polite suggestion."

Lady Bartholomea Winslow:

Called 'Mea' by Godfrey and literally nobody else; intended as an subversion of the 'competent and sane only girl in the boys group' by way of being an asexual lesbian with control issues; she's very good at her job and it is slowly eating away at her soul not to mention her intimacy with Godfrey; martyr imagery >:)); hates wolfgrim with a passion bordering on the comedic; daddy issues; kind of a disaster in a trenchcoat; also blonde smh

"Your Majesty, please do not drown. We are already mired in scandal, I cannot deal with people thinking I've murdered you on top of it all.", Bartholomea complains, coming to stand at the very edge of the pool.

Sir Wolfgrim Magnus:

My horrible and wet son; fake idgafer; dresses like a peacock if it was a villain; so pissed off about finding Godfrey hot he's committed himself to treason; it's not working; has two dogs he loves and treasures above all else; whole family line is dead and he's having a normal one about it; deeply unserious to his core which makes the humiliation all the greater; beautiful brown eyes that Godfrey isn't arguing with; spiritually catholic practicing fuckup; schemes and roguishness; built like a telephone pole if it hated itself; NOT blonde thank god

In any way, he will not be seeing his King anytime soon- not until Wolfgrim seeks him out of course. He indulges in a wicked little smile, before it's all but smacked off his face by an all too familiar voice.

"Magnus! My dear fellow, what an unexpected pleasure!", King Godfrey booms from somewhere above him.

Wolfgrim briefly, but ardently, considers throwing himself from the banister.

Fauna University Online:

Midas Quin:

Disaster boy hours; trans gay AND unemployed; diy queer which means his hair is Bad; strained interpersonal dynamics; reeling from an awful breakup which is especially bad because he has to co-habit in the groupchat about it; only the power of gay love can pierce the veil and save the day; can't spell for shit; genuinely just trying his level best all the time; real noble for a guy who purports to be cowardly; gave himself the name midas of his own free will; username is Minotaurasaurus02

Dustin had broken up with him on the 17th. Midas thought he'd been taking it rather well up until he was staring at himself in the mirror on the evening of the 18th, skin stained to the elbow with black hair dye. He'd seen, for the first time, the bruised circles under his eyes and the transparent sheen of his skin under the sickly yellow bathroom lamp.

He'd also fucked up his lowlights.

Maxwell Dunning:

Ok so you know jonathan sims; all jokes aside there's not much i can give about his mannerisms cuz right now he truly is just a box with some eyeballs; stuffy as all hell between all the bouts of existentialism; walks with a cane in his human form i can tell you that; prone to monologuing; Tortured As Fuck; also trans that's also not a spoiler; keeps correcting midas' grammar at inopportune moments; cannot remember his life prior to boxification; talks in bold for his in game speech; i love him a lot and i can't talk about even half of what his deal is

"That one is supposed to have feathers. I'm not sure why it doesn't. People often defend it by saying it won't have the same…viciousness. That feathers would make it too endearing. I wonder if they know that we still call them raptors. I wonder if they've ever been scratched open by anything other than a cat. I don't know. It bothers me, but I think it's the only thing I can remember bothering me. One final pocket of petty, insignificant humanity for me to burrow into."

Adelia the Fox:

My favourite NPC with absolutely nothing wrong with her whatsoever; her official title in-game is just Adelia the Fox but people somehow keep referring to her as Adelia the Purple Fox; her voice lines sound like the kind you find in old flash games just super low quality and crackly; cannot see maxwell for some reason but is very supportive of midas' supposedly imaginary friend; the first animal you see when you log on and she acts as the sort of tutorial guide; not malicious at all but prone to glitching out at quite literally the worst possible times; everything about her is so fine don't even worry about it dude; talks in bolded italics

Midas strains to look up. Adelia looks back down, her pixelated smile shimmering in the simulated sunset. There's something different about her, he can feel it.

He can almost sense a vastness behind her purple form. A shadow looming like a great, powerful hand. For a moment she looks much bigger than she's meant to, swallowing up the fake painting of the sky behind her.

Her voice crackles back into existence and the feeling recedes.

Well, goodnight Minotaurasaurus02! Thank you for another grand adventure! See you tomorrow, bright and early!

Untitled Werewolf Project:

Doctor Hugo Estrada:

Incredibly laughable how much I've written about this guy bro is the entire work at this point in time; ex-villain because of sad backstory reasons; so repressed he's looped back around to being self aware again; vicious gay bitch whom i adore deeply; physically scarred from said sad backstory reasons; being so chill about having been left purposeless; hates like ninety percent of the people he's forced to interact with; not as bad as he likes to think he is but definitely as mean; just overall cunty as all hell

"Was it like that when you found it?"

"Mhm, more or less. He weren't too keen when we caught and loaded him, I'll tell you that much."

"It's still human, Mr. Farraday. How would you like it if I lead you about on a leash?"

Farraday quirks a swift, deeply annoyed eyebrow, before his face smooths once more. It's unworthy of him, but Estrada relishes in the small triumph.

He does not like Mr. Farraday.

The Wolf:

I don't even really have character notes for this motherfucker yet i got concepts; a) trans don't look at me; b) so so so angry he wolfed himself; c) gay; and that's pretty much it but i got a good feeling about fleshing him out this month; kind of just a massive doggie right now

 

Well. It's certainly not a regular wolf, that's for sure.

Doctor Hugo Estrada has worked with wolves. Regular, animal wolves with animal eyes and animal statures.

This thing muzzled and restrained by two of Farraday's hulking minions is not an animal, not entirely. It looks at him with the eyes of a man, even as they swivel wildly and it's teeth foam with rage. It is sat on the floor, actively resisting any attempts to pull it up.

And that's all of them for now! Not gonna lie, it was really nice to yap about them all like this, I feel marginally less squirrelly now. 

Until tomorrow!