ive got cringe ocs!
Im going to force you to look at all of tnem. at gunpoint.
i have an a mostly origional apocalypse story with mostly unnammed charecters and places!
comingg up with names is hard :( I havent implemented a chatbox anywhere yet but when i do pleeeeaaaseee send me names of anythinng im so bad with them.
the basic concept is this: the world ends. how specifically isnt super important for the plot but i do have world bilding about it.
the story follows a group of people doing their best to survive nad dealing with. surprising aftereffects
No one knows exactly what happened.even if they did its not like it coud spread beyond a person annd their local group without internet, post, travel, theres only so much space on a wll for one tp scribble on. Heres what we do know:
content warnings/catagories will be put like this:
(implied suiside) (long as shit) (talk of abandonment) (ooc analysis) etc.
I'm in. (Implied suicide) (long as shit)
Shana can hear music coming from above ver, faintly, it sounds like it’s coming from someone’s phone speaker, ve can even make out a few lyrics.I'm wasting away but I guess it's kinda my fault
You only get in what you put back
Euphoric styled self-indulgence
Live a movie, life is hard
Consequences only matter if
You have a plan to get far~
Ve looks up, only to see a girl sitting on top of a nearby billboard(How the hell did she get up there??) with long black hair, tank top, baggy pants, and a yellow beanie, and- are those ribbons wrapped around her arms? She downs the last of a soda can, crushes it, before chucking it over the side and smacks Shanna directly in the face.
"OW. Acghhhhh" Ve rubs at ver nose, which ve heavily suspects might be bleeding.
Shana grits ver teeth, this isn’t the first time ve’s met someone stubbornly ignoring ver, and ve hopes it won’t be the last. The building closest to ver should be tall enough to at least get on the same level as her hight wise, then ve can worry about that part when ve gets there. 5 stories and several minutes later, ve is standing on top of a building.
“Hey! Can you hear me now!”
… Is that a joke? She looks really deadpan saying it. …Oh poor kid.
“I- what? No! I’m not here to threaten you I just want to talk!”
She seems to consider this for a moment.
“Whatdo you got?”
Shana rummages around in ver pockets.
“Uhhhhh- A granola bar?”
Ve’s getting a bit annoyed at this now, “The hell does that mean??"
She kicks the short ladder on the side up and extends it just enough so that it can safely rest on the ledge of the building. She sticks her arms out and balances like she’s on a tightrope as she walks down her makeshift ramp, doing a jump that almost kicks the ladder off at the end. She sticker her hand straight out.
Now that she’s closer to Shana, ve notices a few more things about her appearance. The first, and most obvious, is that those ribbons aren’t around her arms, they’re in them, woven through hoops pierced through her arms like pink satiny shoelaces. Speaking of piercings, she had a lot. A pair of spiked snakebites under her lip, two rings in her left nostril, a tiny moon and star shaped one above both her cheeks, not even mentioning the many, many on her ears. On her right ear it looks like there’s just a triangular notch just, missing, so that’s something! She also has green, catlike eyes, literally. There are slits for pupils. Contacts probably? Hopefully? God ve hopes so.
She unwraps the granola and takes a bite, talking with her mouth full, “So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
Does she have a forked tongue. Does she have fangs. Is she even human, holy shit.
“Well, first of all, what’s your name?”
Shanna stares in stunned silence. Ve can’t let that happen, “Well, I have lots of food so-“
Ve waits for her to make a snide remark, but it never comes.
“Like- good beds?”
Holy shit. Ve’s getting through to her. “Yes! Yes, they are I took the mattresses from a furniture store nearby and dragged them the whole way th-“
…What, the hell? No, no. Ve shakes ver head, It doesn’t matter why it just matters that she won’t hurt herself or anyone else. Ve can start getting into the specifics when ve knows her better. Speaking of,” I still don’t know your name!”
Minecraft rp but on discord. "doesnt that make it a discord rp???" explain the CREEPERS then DUMBASS. not. really related to the dsmp like at all the names was a joke aronym that stuck
so yeah. bunch of guys discover an abandoned civilization/ruins and decide to make it their home. we gave a tiny pig chilid a god complex. and then abandonment issues. i'll admit we proprobably fell victim to spectacle creep here and there but fuk u it was fun.
content warnings/catagories/non-me charecters will be put like this:
(afterlife depiction) (fluff) (zeno) (berry) etc.
like 20 different people wake up in the forrest mysteriously and get told that they are now all competing in a compitition to become the Ace of their suit because the govermnet here is themed around a card deck. Robots become friends with greek gods. A backrooms oc becomes a drug warlock. A normal human being gets turned into a homestuck troll and its a metaphor for being transgender. And in the center of it all: me. playing a centrist guy who glows sometimes. kitc is fuckinginsane and I love it so much. Since were only alowed one charecter at a time and I dont have the courage to write fanfic (yet) this is entirely dedicated to the various aus made of my character page. and there are SOOO many aus. au sever my beloved.