Ooh ooh 🖊 for everyone! And I sure would love to see your writing but like, share whatever you feel comfortable with! Spill the beans, I don't have preference who to hear about, go off :3 I might not comment if you do answer this, bc I'm on very low energy, but I'd love to read some fun info from the chars! owO
soooooo sorry it took me this long to get back to this! i’ve been a bit too tired lately. but! instead of just ranting about my ocs i decided to gather some wips for all of my ocs! so these are small pieces from larger fics, including my ocs greta, dinah, bishop and rosanna. i kinda wanted to include my tes character bela delia, but turns out i have nothing coherent written about her lol
thank you for the ask ♥
want me to gush about my ocs?
Boss Greta (saints row)
yeah so most of my writing wips are about greta. this is from my favorite wip, it’s a oneshot turned into a wholeass story going at 20k words and 38 pages (and it’s very much unfinished). it’s all about family and the past and domestic bonding, which my greta pieces usually are not about. this is from my current favorite chapter in the story - it’s about an old family photo album greta didn’t know exists.
Greta is seated at one of the swings in the back, facing the forest. An empty beer can sits in the sand beneath her. Johnny makes sure she hears her coming, lets the backdoor make a loud clank when it closes, drags his feet a little. Across from the swings there’s a sandbox, and Johnny sits on its edge.
Her cigarette has already burned out, but she’s still holding the butt of it between her fingers. Greta is wearing almost an identical glassy look as Grace was in the kitchen. Once Johnny sits down however, her eyes dart over to the album.
“She sent you after me,” Greta states, and Johnny doesn’t bother nodding.
Instead, he holds out the album.
“She wanted to look at it together,” she says.
“Grace also told me to take it with me,” Johnny counters.
She hesitates for a long while, eyes never leaving the album. Eventually she leans down towards the beer can and drops the cigarette butt in it. She then stands up from the swing, takes the two steps towards Johnny and flops down next to him.
First Johnny tries to think of something to say, but once he comes up with nothing, he stays quiet. They have never been ones to talk, anyway. They spoke whenever it needed be, and usually they didn’t need to speak in order to understand each other. And even though Johnny doesn’t know why Greta resents her childhood home and parents so much, he understands the emotion all too well. It’s not about knowing. It’s about understanding.
Junior Deputy Dinah Castle (far cry 5) & Captain of Security Bishop (far cry new dawn)
turns out i don’t have a lot of fitting wips about bishop! it’s all about dinah, and if it’s about bishop it’s a bit i don’t wanna share yet (meaning it’s a part of a bigger fic with plot details i don’t wanna reveal). this too is dinah’s pov and it’s going to be planted into the Big Fic eventually. (i’ve actually posted some of it to ao/3 btw, although i’m rewriting the parts i’ve posted already lol the project is just too big)
It’s confusing. You’re trying to keep still, to keep steady, the emotions going haywire in your chest, the demanding, insisting voices in your ears deafening. It’s a panic attack and it’s not a panic attack. You want to let go, as you have so many times before, but you don’t want to let go, not now, not in front of her. For her, you want to stay here, for her. For Bishop, hold on to her. For the Judge. No. Not for the Judge. Not for Joseph. For yourself. For…
Eventually it stops. The screaming and the fire and his voice go quiet, and the sound of leaves chafing in the wind replaces it. Bishop is right there, reaching out her hand. First, you want to fight it. Slap her hand away, get up on your own, run away. Or maybe kick her off her legs, knock her out cold.
But maybe, maybe, you could just take the hand she’s offering.
Commander Rosanna Shepard (mass effect)
this is a beginning scene from a bit that happens after the suicide mission in me2. this fic is still very heavily a work in progress (like all of my me stuff tbh), but it’s all about the friendship between rosanna and garrus. also i love love LOVE thane but my first playthrough of me2 created the worst story for him and rosanna so i can’t not use it, which is why in rosanna’s canon he dies during the suicide mission.
“I won’t go to Huerta,” Shepard says as she stands up and starts walking towards the door to the mess hall, “and that’s final.”
As she marches out from the medbay and towards the lift, Garrus trails after her. The elevator starts its ascend from the cargo bay, leaving Garrus enough time to catch up to her.
“Is this about Thane?”
She stops at the feet of the elevator, right next to the memorial wall.
“You do know there’s nothing you could have done,” he asks as he steps to face the wall. Kaidan Alenko starts the list, Thane Krios ends it.
Shepard doesn’t answer, but she does turn back around to see Garrus. After glancing at the wall with certain amount of reservation, she walks the few steps back to join him in front of the memorial.
“You’re not the kind of person to have regrets,” Garrus says, “You care a whole lot, maybe a bit too much, but you never doubt or regret your decisions.”
“And how would you know?” Shepard says, not really expecting an answer, her eyes fixated on the first name on the list.
“Because if you did, we wouldn’t be here,” he answers anyway, “You know what’s at stake and loss won’t stop you.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t have regrets,” she says and with a whisper she continues: “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t keep me up at night.”
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funny how all my fics always involve two people. greta and johnny. dinah and bishop. rosanna and garrus. hmmmmm. then again it could be greta and grace, johnny and allie, dinah and john, bishop and [redacted].
