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INDEPENDENT FANDOMLESS SCI-FI / CROSSOVER OC RP BLOG [ICON BY CRONENCATA]

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Independent Fandomless Sci-Fi OC RP Blog

Futuristic Spacefaring Mainverse (cassette futurism plus forays into other flavors)

With moments of Situation Comedy AND Survival Horror, sometimes simultaneously

"Hosted" by a miserable (and conniving) technician

RULES | ABOUT | LORE

[driver14fc]

Driver 14FC | Indie RP Blog for Rania and Camus from Cloudpunk

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.

[stgzr]

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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!

RULES | ABOUT | LORE

[theweirdwideweb]

[astronicht]

Unless you were a tech at NASA back in the day, when one time some hydrogen a) escaped in a particular building, and b) caught on fire. This was extremely difficult because hydrogen does NOT burn on the visible spectrum humans evolved to see (and flee). Rather, it technically does, but it’s so pale that in practice, no one could see it. Additionally, pure hydrogen burns without smoke and with so little ambient heat that you can’t really sense it till you walk into it. So, per the lore, for a few days all the techs in that building just walked around brandishing brooms in front of them like lances. If your broom lit on fire, congrats! You have located more burning hydrogen! Do not proceed!

[mias-back-from-the-dead]

oh my god it's real and it was LITERALLY called "the broom method" holy shit

[trblshot]

“you are obsessed with me.”

"I'M NOT OBSESSED WITH SHIT!"

Nero was fuming. He was still working on repairs for something, trying to remember which tools he needed for the job, and fuming.

"... Please. Pass me the micro-calipers. AND the Flux Coupler? My object of..." Nero gagged. "~Obsession~."

[trblshot]

“will you still be here in a month?”

"I don't know."

Nero really didn't: He'd just gotten back from a meeting where he wore his fleet formals. He'd often complained that he wasn't being appreciated as much as he ought to have been. A mentality that seemingly changed overnight after he rescued a superior from humiliating themselves at a goodwill event with formerly hostile forces. He was to be re-assigned to work aboard a battleship. Cushy patrols on the edge of contested territory.

"If I don't take this, I might be shooting myself in the foot."

But it also meant not seeing the crew. For that he was going to do a dance and wave around firework sparklers and everything. That was to include Pokie and the Kawinkydinks, but now he wasn't so sure...

[rpmemes-galore]

Arrow : season 1 ... sentence starters

"You have failed this city."

"You bailed on your party."

"I'm a lawyer. I live to argue."

"I'll kill you for what you did."

"Grounded? I've never been grounded."

"I'm your father. I live to keep you safe."

"What, and then you have your revenge?"

"You're not going to last an hour out there."

"The only thing that'll keep them out is fire."

"Well, you never committed larceny before."

"There's more than one way to save this city."

"I know it is too late to say this, but I am sorry."

"You're not exactly a hardened criminal, are you?"

"You'd better hurry. The wolves come out at night."

"I'm learning you're not much of a morning snuggler."

"It was my fault. I want to ask you not to blame her."

"I can't exactly picture you as master of the universe."

"You really have no idea how rich his family is, do you?"

"The person you lost might not be the one they found."

"You want my advice? Run. As fast as you possibly can."

"Sounds like you have a narrow definition of being a hero."

"If what you're doing isn't wrong, then why are you hiding?"

"I didn't know how painful it would be to keep my secrets."

"I think you have the wrong impression about what it is I do."

"By my rough estimate, you have not had sex in 1839 days."

"You should be training for the inevitable fight that's looming."

"I have a confession…. I didn't want to go out with you tonight."

"Guess you won't be extending me any professional courtesy."

"We're not in the same line of work. Your profession is murder."

"How could I possibly blame her for doing the same thing I did?"

"Whoa! That's a neat trick. You going to teach me that one day?"

"I know, I was watching you. Thank you… for the entertainment."

"Now, uh, if you excuse me, I need to get back to my life of crime."

"If you don't let me help you now, he's dead before anybody gets here!"

"I'm learning that you don't like to wake up at any hour that ends in a.m."

"I care about the lives of other people. Maybe you should try it sometime."

"Fantastic… looking forward to my new and exciting career as a drug dealer."

"How am I supposed to stay away from you if you won't stay away from me?"

"Yeah, I am sorry, too. I had hoped you'd rot in hell a lot longer than five years."

"I did that to protect you, and I saw you yesterday and I realized that I hurt you."

"Look, we've had a good thing for the last five years. Why mess with that now?"

"Crime happens in this city every day. What do you want me to do? Stop all of it?"

"Well, it's nice that you've extended your vocabulary from words like 'hot' and 'mega hot'."

"Stay away from me, otherwise I am just gonna hurt you again, but this time it will be worse."

"Why are you so obsessed with the fact that I have money? You know, money isn't everything."

"Interesting. Using deception and intimidation to make a name for himself. This guy stole my move."

"And you won't feel a thing, will you? Thousands of innocent people will be dead and you'll feel nothing."

"A few months ago, you saved my life. And now you're here to trying to kill me. You should make up your mind."

"It's not how I typically get my information… I find the person, and then I put the fear of God into them until they talk."

"There're wolves here? Right, of course there are, because what would the worst place on earth be without wolves?"

"Right now, that's what you're doing, looking at me and wondering if it changed me somehow, if it made me a better person. It didn't."

"I did have one idea. If you go into the forest and gather as much bamboo as you can find… we could build ourselves a boat like they did on Gilligan's Island."

"All my life, all that I've ever thought about is myself. I took my family for granted. I betrayed people that I loved. And I'm not gonna be that person any more."

[notmorbid]

hot milk.

dialogue prompts from hot milk by deborah levy.

if my laptop is broken, so am i.

will you still be here in a month?

they used to film spaghetti westerns here.

i don't have an occupation, so much as i have a preoccupation.

i'm starting to think you want to keep me here.

i want a bigger life.

some things are getting bigger, but not the right things.

may i refer to you as _____?

identity is always difficult to guarantee.

memory is not always reliable.

jesus called his mother 'woman'.

i don't know why i'm so frightened.

i failed my test four times.

can you ride a horse?

i didn't mean to frighten you.

it's not your fault. i was frightened, anyway.

when i look in the mirror, i do not recognize myself.

you are always so far away.

you smell like the ocean. like a starfish.

i picked these flowers for you.

i want to mess up the story i've been told about myself.

my whole life has been about endurance.

my first enemy and adversary is endurance.

let's take twenty minutes for a coffee and a pastry.

where have you got to by trying to please everyone all the time?

it seems like i am always freaking you out.

does that feel nice?

shall i lie with you for a while?

if you want me to go away, why don't you say so?

i need to be bolder.

everyone is a field study to you.

you are getting bolder.

do i look like i am thriving?

i feel completely safe in your hands.

i will have to be your eyes.

have you ever said what you've meant in your life?

i am wounded with desire, and i am ready for the ordeal of love.

one is not born, but rather becomes, a chameleon.

guilt is very disabling.

i have no grip on time anymore.

my own sexuality is an enigma even to me.

i'm not sure what it is that you want for me.

my life isn't enviable. even i don't want it.

i suppose i am boring you. i am bored, too.

i am not okay, not at all, and haven't been for some time.

i'm not sure what the rules are anymore.

i am panging for artisan coffee.

are you anticapitalist?

all greek myths are about unhappy families.

i am freer than i've ever been.

you were only a child.

you look like a popstar.

all you need is a guitar and a band.

you are obsessed with me.

your boundaries are made from sand.

i do know how to keep a secret.

it's unfortunate. you are always here when i am here.

something about you touches me very deeply.

you're my _____. your pains are my pains.

i often fear the future has already happened.

i'm not sure what kind of reality i'm living in right now.

sleep is for happier people.

i'm afraid to sleep.

why are you dead, when you are alive?

we have to mourn our dead, but we cannot let them take over our life.

is it easier to surrender to death than to life?

[temporalobservations]

Oh... Nero had no idea how close he was. If Counter-Strike was anything like the old Aegis, which he suspected they were, poor Varus was little more than a cog in a grander machine, raised to see the mission as the only thing that mattered, identity suppressed into codenames and cover stories. And if he was a 'two'... Second in line. And the first of his name probably met an unpleasant end.

He filed all of this away under 'Varus is dangerous but perhaps inexperienced' and made a mental note to ask Neith for research.

But he caught the inflection, raising an eyebrow. "Simulac-rooms? Is that recreation or training?" He checked his new communicator. Small screen, but nothing too bad. He would have to link it with his servo later, push it beyond its limits for extra-ordinary functionality. "Understood. Comm me if you need help."

Not that he was going far. Ops station was the perfect place to look out for a saboteur. He just hoped the station was somewhere unobtrusive so that he could do his work without being questioned...

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"You got it. Holographics, Virtual Reality rigs. Depends on the degrees of separation from reality. Progs are graded for training and recreation. And do keep in mind scheduling for each module accordingly, they’re popular. I'll catch up with you and the others in your section as soon as I can."

Nero gave Khaius a nod. He'd try to emulate the Vulcan salute if it were offered, if hastily since he had to get moving. Formal performance would have to wait since they were bound for the spaceways again soon.

Khaius's station was a large console with a plethora of instrumentation on one side. There was a Captain's Chair left vacant in the center and smaller helm consoles by the main viewscreen. When there wasn't much to deal with on the travel vectors, he could take whatever the console gathered and transfer it to stellar cartography-- go down and confer with them for a bit, and then it was a stroll back to his primary posting. Plenty of opportunities to check in throughout the ship. Barring an emergency situation where he'd have to return to primary post, on the double.

Nero on the other hand, was swift in Simulac-Room fixes, leaving clean-up to the Buffer drones. He was going to go see how Varus-Two and his work detail were doing on the major clean-up operation...

"Hey, Varus-Two. You in there? Or did the mess in there mutate and getcha?"

[punchedharder]

❝ So wait a minute. You've been bouncing around from system to system like some kinduva star war? ❞ ⸻ °｡ @trblshot.

Well, if it had to be put in one way...   Emily flattens her lips into a thin line, brows raised as she indeed confirms the habit of her star hopping.

       ❝ Hard to stay in one place when the place doesn't exactly stay, if you catch my drift. ❞   That, and a few other factors, but Emily wasn't too keen on disclosing her recent murder and the flock flying after her about it.  But!  She'd digress.   ❝ You seem to get around plenty enough. Got any haunts? ❞

[trblshot]

"Ortsgrot Station."

Nero used his teledex to pull up the last recorded sector that the facility was located. It was a publicly inhabited station with a strong emphasis on commerce. Somewhere between a shopping mall and a highway rest stop. There were others popping up or pushing out with the intent to have posts near each corner of a given galaxy.

"The bulk of one's INTERLAN credit stipend is best spent in places like that. You get info, a nice array of wares to choose from, extended presence on nearby celestial bodies. Pirates and penny ante magicians and the likes lurking about, maybe disputes on the street handled by brawling or gunslinging. But no large fleet conflicts or starfighter dogfighting."

The Technician-Adjutant had a few stories. He knew his way around these places, despite being in uniform. Once a crook, one supposes.

[brothersebastianscompendium]

Reblog if your muse is Bisexual

Other pride-flag bubbles for your muses: [LGTBQA+] [Ace] [Aro] [Panromantic/-sexual] [Grey-Asexual] [Demi-Asexual] [Gay] [Lesbian] [Transgender] [Intersex] [Agender] [Genderfluid] [Nonbinary]

[billymayslesbian]

imagining a universe where porn is a marketable genre so you have to deal with raycon ads while trying to jerk your shit

[torchichate]

You’re an easy slut, aren’t you kitten? Almost as easy as dinner with Hellofresh

[nemfrog]

Initiation device: a blindfolded candidate, told he is taking a strength test, bends to grip handles — triggering a spring-loaded paddle, an electric shock, and the sound of a gun firing.

De Moulin Bros. & Co. catalog. 1908.

Internet Archive

[trblshot]

[[ Reading Strontium Dog and the whole squad had to go hairless for a job... Sad!

[5mind]

"Yeaaah........." Antares sidled up to a freshly zapped Nero. "I already tried that." Only difference was that the cyborg had tried to jab one of the cameras with his tail.

"Wouldn't their ratings rise if we stir up drama? I mean, I would love to watch heated drama between men myself," he replied. "I was thinking we could bore them to tears. You know...just do nothing and hope they'll find someone else to peek at."

"Or maybe they just want to watch a couple of humans in their natural habitat." As natural as this could be anyways. He rubbed at his temple. So this was what goldfish feel in their little wrongly-assigned bowls.

"Actually wait." He started taking off his jacket. "Let's cover up those cameras in the meantime." It couldn't be that simple though...could it?

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"Well, it can't just be any drama. It has to be eyecatching and noisy. And there's usually build-up to physical confrontations. They also like it when there's an event like a party or a wedding being crashed. Things like that."

Nero stared at Antares for a moment. Then over to the camera that was being covered. Tampering caused an electric shock. Now it was time to see what would happen if they just obscured the cameras. *BA-DOOM!!*

The ship started to shake. Someone had fired a torpedo just forceful enough not to kill everyone, but still prominently dangerous enough to rattle the deflector shields and the hull. Nero and the jacket Antares used both slipped and fell to the floor. The jacket however, had caught fire from an electrical burn.

"Gortdamnit! Antares, I order you to go perpetuate heated drama. Bonus points if it's with another man or a man-adjacent person-variable. Now go! Go and hurry! Before the studio does anything else!"

Nero would have to go find something else to do himself. Usually these shows had in-between interviews to gauge cast member reactions. Maybe he could offer some, get a little peace and quiet in the process.

[trblshot]

*VRRUNNGG!* *VRRRUM* *TRRROW*

♫

Controlled plasma of a certain length clashed with its kin. Green against red. Dark Jedi against... light wasn't really the right term. Nor even Jedi. This one was more of an errant vagabond thrust into a galaxy so unlike his own, nor any he'd traveled to prior.

"Give it up, Dakkar!" exclaimed Darth Terogait. "There's a whole universe that knows not yet of The Force-- and I need to GO there!"

"Never!" roared Nero. "This journey has taught me so much! About what luminous beings we are, the ties that bind us! We can learn from our mistakes, the past can inform the future!--"

But Nero was forced back. He ceased his heavy saber swings to block a nearly fatal thrust. The two combatants circling one another. Alas, the technician only acquired enough practice for the most basic of psionic maneuvers with which to defend himself. The rest was tapping into largely dormant muscle memory from his time as an outlaw on Earth.

But just then, a set of silhouettes entered the chamber! Yes, these were the friends Nero had made during his time in this strange new galaxy. They were here to cheer him on and--

"Don't give into the Dark Side!"

That wasn't Dex Bem, the Ortolan holo-entertainment producer he'd befriended-- it was his duplicitious brother, Krot! The one who sold out Dex to cover his embezzlement schemes!

"Face it head on, just like I taught you!"

And that wasn't the wise jedi elder, Alamida: That was the charlatan Unowat! With wildly uncontrollable force abilities. He just wanted to expand his cult beyond Tatooine! The only thing he represented was the old order's strictest traditions.

"Love will save us all!"

And that wasn't Caydru Zef, the bounty hunter whose own hope was reignited after Nero rescued a mess of droids from captivity, which resulted in uncertain feelings between both of them. That was the brazen fool, Lodin Traddod! An unmitigated moron whose predatory advances quite literally made Nero sick for a few days. Wait, was Lodin also wearing jewelry made from the gutted droids that were accompanying him all this time?!

♫

They all cheered and offered 'pearls' of wisdom. Nero twitched all the while, until he experienced convulsions of rage. Darth Terogait grinned sinisterly, deactivating his own lightsaber. Finally, Nero stood at his full height once more. The fools on the sidelines took it to think that he had somehow convinced Terogait to surrender.

"Rise, Darth Stigate..."

Nero's eyes started taking on shades of sickly yellow and orange. He would scowl: saliva and bile about his teeth. He stood to his full height, as the kyber crystal in his saber somehow generated red plasma on the spot. He raised his weapon high, and prepared to bring it down to start reaping what these idiots had sowed.

[ma1nmenu]

@trblshot // from here

"At least since you are familiar with the poison we can establish and distribute n antidote," Caden replies with a low, weary chuckle. Oh how this just turned into a long, long day... "My first reply was sarcasm. Sarcasm is not common on my planet. I am still working on tone delivery, admittedly."

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"That we can. I'm sure a medic can pick it out of their bloodstream. Or their stool, if they're freaky."

Nero nodded. Sarcasm was like learning how to lasso wild steers and unbusted broncos. Did he watch a spaghetti western the other night? Maybe that was why he imagined that comparison. In any case, he understood it was difficult.

"So. The little matter of security asking who did this. Are you the type to answer with complete honesty, or..."