ok, this isn't me logging on, because i want to sleep, but basically i'll give a lo' down fro' down of why i haven't been online, because i'm getting notification emails and skype messages on my phone
basically, when i was dropping the bae off home the other day, i got really motion sick, and it hasn't gotten better since. i've also gotten ridiculously tired, so i'm basically sleeping all day and night, and i'm arguing with me dad which has never happened
right now, i just need a break from stuff, and tumblr and rp is getting me way too wired up, and just being here right now is making me feel all the more nauseous. which, obviously, isn't how it's supposed to be if this is apparently a hobby
so right now, i'm just gonna ignore everybody and try get healthy and my shit back together, because right now, i have no idea what the fuck i'm supposed to do
call this my "byn's having an existential crisis" hiatus
run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.
here comes the farmer with his gun gun gun.
run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run run.
don’t give the farmer his fun fun fun.
"Do you think it’s possible to redeem the kinds of things that we’ve done?"
"Well, I want a puppy, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to get one!”
"Is this where you start moralizing?"
"Listen, what you’ve been through… ain’t nobody in the world who deserves that."
"Are you going to just sit there?"
"Are you afraid of God?"
"Hang onto something!"
"Coming here was your idea."
"I guess you’re expecting me—?"
"What am I? What am I?!”
"You think a dunk in the river’s gonna change the things that I’ve done?"
"Just give me what I need!"
"Good luck with that, pal."
"We had a deal, Mr./Ms. ______!"
“This will end in blood.”
"I just need passage into this city."
"What could be better than this?”
"Open this door right now!"
"Listen, I’ve been there! I know how it feels."
"It’s getting hot. What’s going on?"
"Heads or tails?"
"You’re a monster!"
"This lie, this calumny, it followed me all my life!"
"If you wanna get rid of a weed, you’ve gotta pull it up from the root."
"I gotta get me a job in the prophet business."
"You don’t want to be here when he gets here! Go!"
"How do you know my name?"
"Oh, come and dance with me!"
"I gambled. And now I owe money to men you don’t want to be in debt to."
"I don’t understand why some people are treated like men, and others like animals."
"Well, the man’s got an ego."
"If you’re going to be a sore loser, then I shan’t do this again."
"You would be surprised what I know how to do."
"I don’t think I understand how you… do what you do."
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"You must think me some kind of freak."
"How do you wash away the things that you’ve done?"
"Well, they’re sarcastic.”
"Where does his guilt start and mine end?"
’ i’ve learned humans
can be even more treacher-
ous than W A L K E R S !! ‘
the gun is, however, slowly
lowered to his side while the
forefinger remains curled around
the trigger. a necessity turned
habit he cannot quite shake off.
his eyes narrowed, never leaving
the man, scrutinizing his very soul
—if there was one to be found.
’ are you one of them ??
the “governor”. do you
work for H I M ?? ‘
█║ ╳ ;;
hadn't they all? hadn't they all lost something?
granted, some more than others. and so...
was that what this was? he didn't intend to
stick around long enough to ask. not if he
didn't need to.
❝ no, i don't---- i don't
know any 'governor'. i'm
a teacher, just a teacher. ”
the boy has never considered himself lucky, but whatever is behind
the man speaking has to be good. there’s a group of people around
his age only a few feet away. there’s always been times that he’s thought
about finding a group && what he would do, but now that the time has
come, he has no idea what he should even s a y.
‘ as long as you’re okay with
it, then i’d like to group up. ‘
█║ ╳ ;;
he's surprised. perhaps he shouldn't be, and
yes, in time, he might expect such a request,
but so soon has his eyes widening. but that's
desperation for you. that's life now. you don't
bother waiting, lest it's gone when you next
come to look.
and what an I M P O S S I B L E life it was.
❝ we can group up. if that's
what you want. i daresay
we can trust you . ”
bloody hell how do you make such a wonderful oc? any tips?
oh my gosh, first of all, thank you so much :33 honestly, really, thank you, you’re wonderful, i love you.
okay, so i’ll try and give a lo’ down fro’ down of what works for me, if i can. this is gonna be ridiculously long, so i’ll put it under a read more. i guess this is going to be more of a guide. if this isn’t your method, or doesn’t work for you, sorry :/
byn’s guide to making ocs.
1. faceclaim —— i absolutely always choose this first. always.
my tip in that department is to find one that isn’t overused, and so, don’t go for the huge tumblr fandom fcs (i.e. main characters in Doctor Who, Sherlock, Vampire Diaries, etc). when i see them, they never stick out for me, and in the end, your fc is the first thing potential followers are gonna see.
there is also another issue for this — my friend and i mistook a blog using Sebastian Stan as an fc as a Bucky Barnes blog for weeks, because of the images they used and the lack of information on the home page. when we finally got around to looking over the pages properly, we found it was actually a blog for one of our favourite game characters.
think of your fc as advertisement for your product. the fc is not the character, but with ocs, it’s often the first thing that draws people in. and so, as such, i tend to do it first also.
i had wanted to properly use Daniel Dae Kim for a long while, now. i hadn’t seen him used for any other character, and due to the vast amount of resources for him (gifs and icons), it seemed hugely appropriate.
i knew i wanted an oc for The Walking Dead. using an actor from a show like Lost, for obvious reasons, is something that seemed like a no-brainer to me. for others wanting ocs for apocalyptic shiznit, i suggest using shows/films such as:
Lost (abc)
Revolution (nbc)
Under the Dome (cbs)
Survivors (bbc)
Terra Nova (fox)
Jericho (cbs)
Falling Skies (tnt)
The Fades (bbc)
Dawn of the Planet of the Apes
The Book of Eli
or basically any other where your potantial fc of choice gets dirty and grubby as hell. because, y’know, realism. so keep it real.
another rule i now go by: if there’s no reason for my muse not to be a poc, they’re a poc.
2. research —— be it where your muse comes from, their (previous) occupation, etc.
there are a number of blogs which are dedicated to this, but far too many rp blogs i’ve seen not researching at all. if it’s ‘for fun’, fine, but with ocs, i know a lot of people make them to expand on their own novels or stories, often featuring said ocs. if that’s the case, then accuracy is key.
military — no 20-something year old army colonels. or, even, 30-something. don’t do it. don’t go there.
here is a masterlist of resources
understand the rankings of the army. understand why someone might go into it, what people might lose, what they’d come back to.
one of my favourite fictional examples of someone who was in the military is Lieutenant Dan, in Forest Gump. not all people come out of wars with honour. he lost everything. think back to the New Year’s Eve scene, when the clock strikes 12, and I think that tells it all.
'tragically beautiful' — now, stop right there. don’t even broach onto that. most commonly used for things such as addictions, eating disorders, abusive relationships, etc. that is an absolute no-no.
giving your character an addiction? great idea. you have heaps of room for development right there, in whatever situation they’re in, but you have to get it right.
people going through something such as a heroin or a meth addiction will not be beautiful. research into what those drugs do to you. what they turn you into, and encourage you to do.
if you’re going to go down that path, i’d suggest reading material with characters going through similar experiences. the go-to area for heroin addicts? Irvine Welsh. read as many of his books as possible.
if you want to go down the alcoholism path, or something similar, read Nick Cave novels.
you want to know about eating disorders? read Marya Hornbacher’s Wasted.
do not romanticise any of this. if you do, Mark Renton will come to you in your sleep, and probably gank you. just don’t.
mythical lore/demonology/etc
actually read it, dear god.
for example — you have no idea how many times i’ve gone onto a demon oc blog, and it says ‘based on demonology’. what you need to understand is — there is more than one religion. is it Christian, is it Islamic, is it whatever? because, in many religions, demons are different. be specific.
if you're doing a greek god? use an fc who actually looks Greek. a Persian? then use a Persian actor. i saw people who watched 300 and the sequel (gr9 movies btw) complain about the lack of poc actors, for both Greek and Persian people. the lack of representation. don't be a hypocrite.
a large part of my family is Greek. the majority of Greeks do not look like Blake Lively or Charlie Hunnam. take that into account when you make your oc, unless they are stated in mythology to have fair hair.
illnesses
don’t just read the Fault in our Stars, and think you understand cancer. read autobiographies, look at what people say in support groups, whatever. if you know someone with experience and who is willing to discuss it, ask them questions.
in the case of mental illnesses, do the same.
again, do not romanticise illness, mental or physical.
people of different cultures, religions, and ethnic backgrounds to yourself
embrace customs, but disregard stereotypes.
my character was born in Korea, and so, i had to research names, how they would be written, etc. however, there are stereotypes that asian men are misogynists, that asians are all geniuses, and experts in martial arts. in the case of my muse, i have elected to ignore these things.
3. moral alignment —— do you want your character to be the good guy, the bad guy, or whatever inbetween
do not be afraid of tropes. tropes and cliches are not the same thing. some tropes are ridiculously interesting, and leave room for an infinite amount of development. go here.
give them something to lose and/or something they have lost. be it a loved one, a sentimental object, innocence, or their sanity, give them something that can or has been taken away. something they depend(ed) upon.
their upbringing will often be the cause of their alignment, or at least, many of their vices and/or virtues. and so, establish their family, their husband/wife, their job, where/how they grew up, etc. were they an outcast? were they bullied? were they popular? it all builds character.
back to fcs — now you’ve developed your character a fair bit, is the fc realistic? are they physically strong enough, for example, to be a firefighter or a soldier? do they have a quirk, such as odd coloured hair, that wouldn’t be allowed in their profession or situation?
in the apocalypse, it’s practically impossible to have perfectly dyed and styled cotton-candy pink hair for long.
are they an addict, whose skin would not be flawless?
police officers in Dallas, for example, have to cover tattoos up when on-duty. some schools are okay with tattoos and piercings, but they may have to be easy to cover also. government positions / luxury hotel personnel / management / sales usually are strict on tattoos and piercings.
is the fc appropriate?
if not, it’s advisable to change the fc to something a bit more realistic.
4. omnipotent/omniscient characters
unless they are literally God, don’t do it.
a good oc always has a weakness. whether they’re the leader of a settlement, a company president, or a mafia don, they are not invincible unless they are God, Satan, or the Wolverine (except now, it seems).
they can die, they can be manipulated, they can go bankrupt, they can be caught, and they can be out-smarted.
in your mind, put all the ocs you’ve seen and can remember on tumblr, and put them in a room. if i said “put your hand in the air if you’re a certified genius”, how many hands would go up?
probably about 70% or more.
remember that you want your oc to stick out.
don’t put the pussy on a pedestal.
unless your oc has some kind of mutant ability to be irresistible, or they are Catwoman, don’t expect everyone to fall at their feet and kiss their rings.
5. brother/sister/etc of——
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
you can do better than that. you can make something more interesting than forcing a connection between your oc and a canon character before even threading with someone.
also?
that is basically godmodding.
if you really want to do that connection? ask an individual roleplayer who you think will be up for it, and ask if you can have it in a separate verse.
i’m going to stop around about now, because this is becoming an essay, and i’m sure you guys will get the idea.
and she’s
ransacking the store, taking whatever she can
in small, pale hands now that her bag was full.
she’s on her own and needs to fend for
herself.
( she must look ridiculous
like a deer in the headlights
as she sees a man in front of her
arms full of a variety of things taken off multiple shelves. )
█║ ╳ ;;
half-unzipped back in one hand, of which
the contents were just now spilling onto
the floor, he gave a quick swallow. a
rapid glance is sent towards the door --
wondering, if need be, how long it would
take to make a dash for the door. upon
looking at her properly, however, he'll
find the idea of doing so unnecessary.
the hardened line of arya’s lips curves anew in a wry,
half-crooked smirk ; how green he seems for all the
years he has above her, and though she wonders if it
is a display supposedly for her benefit more than for
his own, she can’t quite fetter her tongue from correcting him.
‘ first lesson, trust nobody. ’
first lesson, stick ‘em with the pointy end,
arrives the echo of jon’s voice — jon, joined
the army, jon, sent away overseas, jon, lost
to her like all the others — and yet arya does
refrain from speaking that aloud.
‘ — i've been stockpiling, though,
since you seem stupid enough to
do it anyway. this way. ’
█║ ╳ ;;
it's with a smile -- bemused, if anything --
that he rolled his eyes, reaching a hand to
his neck. tilting his head, left then right, a
crack sounded, though perhaps only loud
enough for his own ears.
❝ …it used to be me
who taught the lessons. ”
how things had changed. quickly, too, it
would seem. still, he'd been able to adapt
well under previous circumstances. not,
however, similar ones.
still, he followed on, his footsteps light on
the ground. each step was practiced, be it
from experience or real effort.
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so i told myself i was gonna finish my verses
page today, but all i've done is reread most of
dawn of the dead, watch the first 5 episodes
of heroes, and make iced tea
he doesn’t seem especially playful which sets her features to a
rather glum structure. one other person who speaks Korean in
such a way that she doesn’t feel the need to restrain herself
from throwing their heritage at their smug, idiot faces and he’s
so.. reserved — at least, so far. “..you’re the life of the party,”
it’s a muse to herself; sarcasm drizzled in honey.
”안녕, 안녕하세요. 모든 설정이 끝난 것입니다
- 당신이 심지어 나를 필요합니까?”
there is a teasing notion fallen and grating the edges of her
words, rounded rather than a pointed sense of something
akin to malicious mockery. the vacant test room —- often
set aside for those who may struggle with nerves against
examinations. fingertips graze his wrist briefly as a near
sudden halt comes outside the large door.
”당신은 일을 위해 저와 함께 움직이지 않아요.
버즈가 좋아, 모든 시간을 죽일 수 없습니다?”
she swats his behind gently before disappearing into the room,
small frame hard against it to budge as the handle collapses
against her palm. it’s a box room, with naught but a few bean
bags and a low table set with books, pens, paper — things
she’d requested. to stalk forth, gentle and graceful is such
a polar opposite of her often frosted nature. “sit," it’s not a
question but it’s certainly gentle enough to be misconstrued
as one as she slumps lazily, sprawling herself against the
large bags in the most unladylike of manners.
█║ ╳ ;;
there was a little more -- thank you, how are
you -- , but really, that was his current limit.
still, he has the humour to give a slight
chuckle, even if it is at his own expense.
he did, however, offer her a look of slight
alarm, though said nothing for now, instead,
simply giving a slightly bemused smile.
❝ 나는 것을 계획하지 않습니다. ”
sinking into the beanbag opposite, he gave
a quick look around the room with vague
interest, but nothing more, before his gaze
returned back towards her. arms resting on
his knees, hands limp as he made himself
comfortable, he licked his lips for a moment.
❝ 음 ... 이 어떻게되는지에 따라
당신이 '죄송합니다', 놓치고 또는 '환영'왜
왔는지. ”
to suggest he was terrible at this would
likely be an atrocious understatement, but
still, he was trying, and with his attempt, he
offered a strained smile.
