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Independent Fandomless Sci-Fi / Superhero OC RP Blog
Set in a genre crossover kitchen sink comic book setting!
Wielding longform continuity/retcons for (narrative) good!
"Hosted" by a disgraced cosmic-powered alien superhero!
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Stargate: SG-1 — Season 3 {Sentence Starters}
“Can you walk on that?”
“We will destroy you for this.“
“I’m going to pass out, again.“
“Now that is not a good smell.“
“You disregarded my warning.“
“I think you’re gonna get fired.“
“Well, fancy that. We’re famous.“
“I’m feeling much better, thank you.“
“Your insolence is music to my ears.“
“It’s not going to kill you, is it? Or is it?“
“That boy can really grovel if he has to.“
“And we would just like you to go away!“
“If you don’t mind treating my wound…?”
“No, no, I’m real! You’re not hallucinating.“
“Can we determine what threat they pose?“
“Didn’t you say you know more than I do…?”
“I have no idea what he’s saying, but I buy it.“
“Look, I’m sick of laying around. Help me up.“
“I have no friends. In the woods or otherwise.”
“It’s just a deep bleeding gash, but it’ll be fine.“
“Is it me, or is it actually getting hotter in here?“
“Thank you, that… doesn’t make me feel better.“
“Well, that certainly makes life more interesting.“
“I’m one of the galaxy’s greatest bounty hunters.“
“Dare I ask about the men inside the compound?“
“I will reveal nothing. You may begin torturing me.“
“And that information could save your life one day.“
“____ is a queen. More than that, she is a goddess.”
“You do understand we’re not too happy to see you?”
“You ever seen a dog? Dogs are my favorite people.“
“That would hardly make a good trap, now, would it?“
“Oh my. There is a distinct lack of optimism in this room.“
“Next time ___ gets the urge to help someone, shoot him.”
“Son of a bitch! Somebody’s got to teach that guy how to die.“
“We believe you, but I just don’t think anyone else is going to.”
“I sense that before my memory was lost, we knew each other.“
“Is that a ‘money back if you’re not completely alive’ guarantee?“
“You are not here for information. You are here for my amusement.“
“Apparently we said hello, insulted each other, and broke for recess.“
“I want to live, I want to experience the universe, and I want to eat pie.“
“Sorry to ruin your day… No, actually, I’m wrong about that. I’m not sorry.”
“It’s death or me. Me or death. You’ve got to decide. Me or death… Well?“
“The next time I feel the urge to help someone, feel free to give me a swift kick.“
“But while they were stuck in school, I was out doing other things, like, having fun.“
“You are an idiot every day of the week. Why couldn’t you have taken one day off?!“
“Now, it’s not a demon. It’s demonesque I’ll grant you, but it’s just a big, ugly creature.“
“My first order of business: get me one of those cool jackets! Extra large. Double X-L if you got it.“
“I do appreciate that you were the one to come and see if I was okay. That… that means something.“
“Certainly not those lying, scheming, no-good-for-nothing, slimy, overdressed stylemongers—”
“It’s ‘Go to hell’, actually. Which, by the way, is a very rude thing to say to a person offering you a sandwich.“
“You ever seen one of these things work? 'Cause there’s nothing more I would like to do right now than demonstrate.”
“I’d like to apologize in advance for anything I may say, or do, that could be construed as offensive, as I slowly go NUTS!“
“All right, so it’s possible there’s an alternate version of myself out there that actually understands what the hell you’re talking about?“
“Why are you so quick to jump to the conclusion I’m crazy? That I’m dangerous, I’m out of control? …It’s 'cause I’m kinda acting that way, aren’t I?”
“All right, listen up. There’s something you should know before you start shooting and killing and ruining what could be the start of a beautiful friendship…”
Stargate: SG-1 — Season 6 {Sentence Starters}
“Still sexy as ever I see.“
“For the record, I hate you.“
“Over my rotting corpse, sir…”
“I’m gonna go eat some cake.“
“I think you’ve suffered enough.“
“I have to go blow something up.“
“I’m sorry, did I say that out loud?“
“Bet you regret coming here, now.“
“You’re suggesting I’m delusional?“
“Oh, come on. Who talks like that?“
“There is something hinky going on.“
“I’m just critical because I’m jealous.“
“You’re just going to have to trust me.“
“Can’t really look at it that way, can we?“
“Okay, you are, actually, but in a good way.“
“What I’m offering you is your only way out.“
“I always seem to be saying goodbye to you.“
“Oh, man, and I was just starting to feel better.“
“Yeah, that would be embarrassing, wouldn’t it?“
“I leave and look at the mess you get yourself into.“
“Your words mean nothing. Take action, if you dare.”
“I hope you diplomatically told him where to shove it.“
“If you’re suffering, I’ll gladly put you out of your misery.“
“You have a habit of seeing things… in their simplest form.”
“Has a real flair for the dramatic, doesn’t he? Very theatrical.“
“Yeah, when has that ever stopped you from doing anything?“
“Do you not know the pain you will suffer for this impudence?“
“Your end of days finally approaches. There will be no mercy.“
“You’re playing it way over the top, can you get serious, please?“
“I don’t know, maybe he wanted to make sure it was gonna work.“
“What the hell are you doing?! This is a funeral for crying out loud!“
“Sir, the simulations we ran anticipated every conceivable scenario.”
“Yeah, well, that didn’t happen, and we only have fifty-four hours left.“
“Tell him I take back everything I was thinking while I was underwater.“
“You could put it that way. I mean, I wouldn’t, but maybe that’s just me.“
“I couldn’t think down there. They all kept looking at me for the answer.”
“Now I know you’ve been practicing, but I still can’t tell… is that a joke?“
“Well, you do have a penchant for pulling brilliant ideas out of your butt.“
“The possibility of being insane has been interfering with my ability to relax.“
“You know, it’s the stupidest thing, but it’s been bugging me since I got here.“
“You only saw a flash of this creature. Are you sure it wasn’t a hallucination?“
“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how strange the people have been acting around here.“
“I said I would discuss it with you and that I was sure you would give it some careful thought.“
“You know, sometimes I get a little concerned that you’re gonna get my favorite planet wiped out.“
“You will bow to my awesome power. There is nothing that can stop the destruction I bring upon you. Prepare to meet your doom.“
Kosh + sass
"Grotesque bullshit?" His head tilts back slightly, almost as if he's sizing Rex up. Hands slip into his pockets as he takes another step closer.
"I've kept every single one of my promises and cleaned this city up and you're acting like it's some sort of crude surveillance state."
Hands still in pockets, he shrugs his shoulders and sighs. He didn't expect Rex to understand: he knew him better than that. Deep down, he knew why Rex felt the way he did. But it was something he'd come to see as childish and overly idealistic. "But I wouldn't expect you to understand what that takes. Everyone has to sacrifice a little to make things work."
Rex narrowed his eyes at The Mayor.
"It's well on its way."
The cosmic contender sort of saw it. The kind of do-gooder that settled for safety and familiarity. Straying from that, even just a little was scary, and Rex had known peers, even mentors that subscribed to that thinking. But The Mayor was never a law-upholding stuffed shirt. The fact he'd turned to this from high craft supervillainy was what threw Rex for a loop. Most evildoers resisted...
"And I say there's diminishing returns every year-- each month, at this rate. You say you cleaned this city? You STRIPPED it of its history! Its personality! It's worse than a prison... you convince people they should WANNA live on a block like this!"
Rex turned aside to run for it. He'd spent too much time standing in place growling at the artist formerly known as Tetra. He had things to do before he left Type City. Couldn't let The Mayor's personal army gang up on him. Nor the Mayor himself.
"Where's your gang?! Hell, I don't even see Thirteen around anymore-- if even they wised up, then you've gone off the deep end. Full bastard!"
It takes a long, drawn out moment before he acts. Once again he shoves emotion down, caged with his inner wolf back behind his heart. His eyes still shone bright as he drops over the edge and lands with an expert swish of his tail.
He heads down the street and through a couple of pathways he knew better than anyone. Everything was clean, devoid of bright colour in any meaningful way - unlike the shimmering hues of his fur in the low light - not even billboards in their artificial glow radiating more than a rare pop of colour here or there.
His path now intercepting Rex's, he approaches. Arms crossed, suit clean pressed and tail hanging coldly behind him.
"I'm going to assume the assailant on the police radar was you, Rex." There's little warmth his voice as he approaches, let alone his usual playful inflection "I thought you had better manners than to mess around in my territory, old friend. Or maybe you left it behind when you decided I wasn't worth your time anymore."
The sound of The Mayor's voice. Once, he considered the werewolf a clever opponent with a varied array of abilities. Maybe not a worldbeater or the most irredeemable scum around-- but the kind of supervillain that found the metaphorical open wounds in society, and bared them to a world that wanted to pretend they weren't there.
Tetra once been as much an inhabitant as anyone that was under his heel, now. He had Rex's heart, once. That all changed a little ways after winning the mayoral campaign.
"Damn right. I was here on business, then I was gonna get gone again. But somehow this whole place has gotten worse. So excuse me if I utterly fucking detest all this grotesque bullshit."
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It wasn't a bad sunset, he thought. The thief-turned-politician (really, just a different more legal sort of thief) sat on the edge of his office balcony, legs hanging over the edge. It wasn't a wholly unusual sight - a wolf peering out at his territory, the instinct to run through the concrete jungle almost enough to drive a man mad.
He barely notices the other man come into view. And then he hardly believes it when the sight registers.
"Rex...?" That was a face he hadn't seen in.. actually, he wasn't sure how long. Suddenly he's overcome by the urge to duck back inside, to hide away.
He resists it.
"...what's he... doin' back here?"
Coming back to this town didn't feel as good as it used to.
Rex was a little older. His travels and the results of his actions had exhausted him further. But they had also given some relief in the places he'd managed to do some good.
But on entry he found himself throwing down. Two cops, dressed in entire sets of riot gear despite it being a seemingly average day were dropped. The locals they were heckling were here to do some business then go back to their borough. The streets weren't just clean in this district, they were startlingly immaculate. Not a smudge of graffiti around.
That was the grimmest portent. Rex didn't even realize it yet.
Through this place that should have been familiar, he would tread. Every corner felt like the start of a wasteland. Despite what had been built up over these past years.
But who's responsible?...
"Rex. Be honest."
She sways on her tip toes, arms slung around his neck.
"Am I 😟 freaky or 😏 freaky?"
"The... the second one!"
Rex was trying to pick up on the tone, considering Ashley was hanging onto him at the same time as that question.
"That's the appreciative one, right? Because you're freaky that way. To me. Specifically!"
[[ Landscape photos and paintings but you can see a small Rex standing with his back turned/taking a quiet stroll/midway into a hyper-speed run or flight as if on cruise control
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Non-exclusive, crossover-friendly, and newbie-friendly.
Cyberpunk and scifi theme, able to fit into multiple settings.
SFW and closed for shipping (muses are aro-ace and, uh, a dog.)
Flexible RP styles! Though my usual is narrative para RP.
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Independent Fandomless Sci-Fi OC RP Blog
Futuristic Spacefaring Mainverse (cassette futurism plus forays into other flavors)
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I won't run.
headcanon-based ashley graham, as written by liv (she/her).
[[ pawing at the beauty of this cover (guy who enjoys the phenomenon of flight a lot)
[[ Rex doesn't have a lot of money to his name but he is able to endure a bit thanks to his superpowers.
It's generally better that he eats well and sleeps okay and cleans up with more than just something like a scaled up ultraviolet germicide lamp or atmospheric re-entry friction. But in retrospect it's extremely likely he's cut corners before. Including in cases where he's trying to be generous to others.
I should also add he's got a decent appetite. Not like Saiyan-tier but he does enjoy a hearty meal. He's glad to share it but successful adherence to morality won't keep him going 100% either.
If we ship something (or our characters otherwise have a very developed relationship romantic or not) know that I definitely want to talk about it. All the time. I am totally willing to talk headcanons, scenarios, do plotting, all of that– but I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy by bringing our muses’s relationship up. I just want to know that if I do talk about that sort of stuff with our characters that I don’t come off as annoying… Or seem like all that I’m thinking about is our ship. If you do let me know it’s okay to talk about it whenever, though, totally expect me to send you anything I think of when it comes to our muses relationship! There’d certainly be no shortage of things to talk about. I just want to make sure that you’re just as engaged in it as I am.
The ticket is wrinkly from having been crumpled and un-crumpled under her fingers. “If I asked… If we…” Her eyes can’t meet his. Until finally, they do. “Would… you tell me your favorite color,” she asks, a long, slow sigh drawing out of her. Regret cramps in her chest, but she’d rather he remember.
Your character has got one free pass to ask my character anything, and they must answer truthfully, and afterwards my character will forget the conversation. How does your character use it?
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Rex thought about it. As he did, he slowed down to pay attention to the fact Pokie felt ill at ease asking him such a standard question of small talk. It seemed the act of requesting such information still seemed like a great undertaking, perhaps feared to be an overstep.
"... Probably blues. Cobalt or Midnight."
He put on a small smile and made sure his own posture was still relaxed. Trying to create an easier atmosphere for Pokie to talk with him.
“if you were a letter, what letter would you be?”
Rex put a hand on his chin and thought about it.
"For a grand prize on some contest. Year or a lifetime's supply of something. Cash payouts with several digits. When I was a kid I used to think those were outrageous."
Pokie might have meant an alphabet, though.
"There's a Nypardian language character, pronounced 'jha' that I like. From the 26 character Earth English, I like the letter H. Its symmetry... And the word 'hyper,' which I use to describe my powerset. Hypervision, hyper-speed..."
