beckyh2112 | OC Meme!

Because these things always have a lower turnout, and I really, really want to write some of my OCs right now.

Rules
- Three slots per person, five slots if you're one of my people¹
- Prompts must include fandom and what side you want me to write an OC from, assuming sides are relevant to the fandom. (Autobot/Decepticon/neutral, Earth/Water/Fire/Air, Machine/rebel/Exile)
- Prompt me with whatever you feel like prompting. Lyrics, phrases, songs, situations, whatever. If it doesn't work for me, I'll just stick my mp3-player on random and drabble to that.
- I guarantee I will write you at least one piece.
- You can use two slots to request specific OCs of mine if you really, really want to. But I'd appreciate free rein on who to write, because there's a lot of my OCs that have never made it to stories.
- You may have a bonus slot in which to request that I write one of your OCs. However, you must provide me with history/appearance/personality. (OCs I am already familiar with can skip providing that sort of stuff.) ETA: A bonus slot is an extra slot that doesn't count towards your overall slottage.

1. 'My people' are defined as: anyone who has known me since ReBoot or The Matrix fandom, Deadzone players, Pepper, Dageraisy, Rin, Neld, and Spyri

MEME IS CLOSED.

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see, this is the reason I should check livejournal more often :]

zee prompts:

1. Transformers. Decepticons. "All the king's horses and all the king's men"
2. Avatar. Earth. "this girl" (http://ragedaisies.net/maze/thisgirl.htm)
3. Matrix. Machine. I Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tpT9dS4t1A)

*my OC bonus*.
have I introduced you to Shadechord? (G1 comicverse, more or less).He's a Decepticon jet, looks a bit like he could be Misfire's retro-loving, renfair going cousin. Personality-wise he's laid back, charming and somewhat sarcastic, but the epitome of a fair-weather friend. (He'll give "helpful" pointers if you're in trouble). Started out neutral, got shanghaied into the Decepticon army, but in truth that faction rather suits him. When he's not scouting terrain, he builds musical instruments that sometimes double as weapons. Has bouts of terrible luck and worse decision making. His artsy 'friends' are the main cause of his misery and bad luck, but he just can't imagine not being part of the art scene.

Xin Wan knows how to pretend to be alive. It's easy to go through the motions - get up, get dressed, eat, visit, see if there is work for him. Come home, bathe, go to bed.

Sometimes all he can do is go through the motions. Sometimes he pulls other people in - Kiet, his lovers, Bae, Liu, Hyo, anyone to give him a bit of connection. As long as there are other people around, he's doing all right, isn't he?

'The songs in your music boxes are all sad,' Liu scribes on the wall one day.

Xin Wan blinks, and everything almost shatters.

poor Xin Wan :(

It's raining.

Special Agent Rahne could turn it off. But she let it come down. It soaked her clothing, her hair, her skin. Cosmetic, but she appreciated the complexity of programming and design that allowed even Agents such cosmetic changes.

Her heels clicked against the wet pavement.

The Zionist was wounded. She saw the trail his ruptured imaging code left in the strands of programming.

She'd shot him, and he was dying faster than he could get to the disconnect point.

(She'd shot the one rebel who fascinated her, the one that made her something outside of her assigned tasks.

But that way lay Exile, at best.)

interesting and sad :)

I don't recall, has Special Agent Rahne appeared in stories before?

In some of my very oooooooold Matrix stuff. If you poke way back (http://www.fanfiction.net/u/7406/) in my FF.Net stories, she shows up.

*reads*

Tick-Tock grokked other Decepticons. They were broken toys, the lot of them. Some of them were more broken than others - the Stunticons were so much slag and glass held together with duct tape and hate - but they were all broken.

From the neutrals and Autobots she'd met over the years, she got the impression pretty much all Transformers were broken. The shell was strong, the spirit cracked and crazed.

She had nightmares still over the beautiful Autobot women, slipping through the darkness and draining the energon of a sleeping outpost. Terrible blue optics and lovely huge bodies, a death so enticing she almost let them find her. Almost.

She knew mechs who sold their abilities for energon. Neutrals said it wasn't a bad life, being a whore. Or being a confectioner, or being a mercenary, or being anyone who would do anything for simple energon. They only believed in life, they didn't believe in anything more.

Not like Autobots, not like Decepticons.

Her novels were bleak. The artists loved them, the public did not. They wanted hope.

She had no hope to give to all the broken people.

"How's the guitar going?"

Shadechord looked up as the lead guitarist of Divide and Conquer sauntered into his workshop. Stratocaster was smiling, arm-guns hanging loosely and engines on low.

"It's going," Shadechord replied, prodding at the instrument in question. It wasn't going as well as he would have liked. Some of his friends had wanted to help him with the commission, and he hadn't want to say no when their additions just made more work for him.

"Think it'll be ready for the show tomorrow night?" Stratocaster asked, voice dubious. "You got recced pretty highly as an instrument-maker. 'Least, they said you were good when you had your slag together."

Shadechord winced. "It'll be ready. I promise."

"Hold you to that."

OC Meme!

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AtLA: Earth, this girl

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Matrix: Machine, I drove through ghosts to get here

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TF: Decepticons, All the king's horses and all the king's men

TF G1: Shadechord