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bellathetmntgeckolady · 1 year

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Ever just make an OC and you think they’ll just be a one-off character but then all of the sudden, whoop. You dive into the character to understand how they handle a situation you put them in, you help them succeed, develop their personality more than you planned and you’re just attached to your little baby now so you’ve got to see them grow and flourish and make it to the happy ending they deserve?

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art-tnt · 2 years

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Although a little different than some of the usual tips shared here, I feel a lot of artists struggle with character development on the smaller scale. It is easy to create a long backstory and flesh out the grand legend of a particular character. It is a greater task to convey a captivating story in a shorter length. Just because this is a writing tip doesn’t mean it can’t help visual artists with character development. Here are some helpful tips that the link expands upon in detail:

1. Understand that a short story is not the same as a novel

2. Start as close to the end as possible

3. Keep up the pace

4. Keep the number of characters small

5. Give the reader someone to root for

6. Create conflict!

7. Suggest a backstory but don’t elaborate

8. Appeal to the five senses

9. Dialogue should bring your story to life

10. Edit until it hurts

#art #character development #short story #short story tips #art help #art tips #character story #original character design #original character writing

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kei-maki · 4 days

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Yo who would be interested in an au where all my ocs live together and it’s pure chaos

#I mean I’ll still make it #it’s just whether or not people would like to hear about it or not #my oc stuff #oc au #to the moots i have #mutuals #oc writing #random stuff #random shit #original characters #original character #original charater art #original character writing #oc artist #oc art #writing #traditional doodle #traditional drawing #traditional art

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lavander-gooms · 7 months

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OC-tober time!

Alright, I made my own prompts last year and decided to do it again this year! Please join me if you would like. Below are the prompts.

1. Introductory Questions:

• Favorite sweet treat?

• What's their favorite Halloween tradition?

• What's under their "mask" (what are their insecurities)?

• Their favorite monster?

• Are they superstitious?

2. sweater weather!

3. black cat

4. apple cider

5. raking leaves with another character

6. fair weekend

7. halloween pjs

8. charlie brown comic

9. as YOUR favorite monster

10. visiting a graveyard

11. as a villain

12. in flannel

13. hay ride

14. solving a murder

15. haunted house

16. free space

17. picking a pumpkin

18. candy apples!

19. rainy day

20. doing the monster mash

21. their gravestone

22. in a scary/thriller movie/tv show

23. making pie

24. beaten up

25. picking apples

26. hogwarts house

27. in space

28. vs a villain!

29. camp fire

30. pumpkin carving

31. halloween costume

These can be interpreted in any way, in drawing or in writing! They are vague for a reason.

If you do do some of these, tag me pretty please!

#oc #atsv oc #oc art #ocs #original character #original character art #oc tober #writing prompt #writing prompts #original character writing #art prompt #inktober #drawtober #sona #spidersona art #spidersona au #spider sona #spider sona art #spidersona

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pocketnotebook · 1 month

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Initials

Vincent stumbled down the stone path behind Dior. Dior held his hand, leading him down to who knows where. While he had no idea where he was being led, he enjoyed how excited Dior seemed about where they were going. The path seemed to get steeper the further they went. He tightened his grip on Dior’s soft hand until they reached what seemed to be the end of the path. Dior turned to him with an ecstatic smile and pointed to the base of a tree with a large stone next to it. Vincent laughed at his enthusiasm, and started walking towards the stone with him. The two of them sat on the stone.

“So what about this place makes you so excited?” Vincent turned to Dior.

Dior laid his head on Vincent’s shoulder and whispered, “Just look out.”

Vincent turned back to the scene in front of him. They sat in front of a pond, inside were lily pads and water lilies. When he looked close he could see fish swimming under the lily pads and flowers. Looking across the pond where clusters of trees, a bunch of tall pines stood out to him because of their height. Vincent turned his attention to the area around him and Dior’s feet, there was a toad blending in with the mud as well as a couple iridescent beetles.

He looked down at Dior with a grin, running his fingers through Dior’s hair, then placing a kiss on his head. Vincent laid his head against Dior’s, and closed his eyes. He listened to his surroundings and felt the warmth of his boyfriend’s body next to him. This was the most comfortable he’d felt with Dior in a while. It was hard for the two of them to express their feelings for each other living at Dior’s house, especially after Vincent was kicked out by his own parents for being gay. They both knew that Dior’s parents wouldn’t be happy knowing him and Vincent were together, keeping them on high alert.

Vincent opened his eyes and glanced down at Dior who was intently staring at him. Dior sat up and wrapped his arms around Vincent’s shoulders as Vincent grabbed his face, pulling him in for a kiss. Dior’s lips tasted like strawberry chapstick, which made Vincent increasingly aware of how chapped his own lips were. Dior didn’t seem to mind though. They separated after a moment, both slightly out of breath. Dior stood up and stretched. He grabbed Vincent’s hand and pulled him up as well.

“It might be a little cheesy, but wouldn’t it be cute if we carved our initials in the tree?” Dior asked him.

Vincent laughed and pulled out his pocket knife. He began to crave a rough heart shape. He handed the knife to Dior, letting him crave his initial first. He handed the knife back to Vincent, allowing him to finish the heart. Vincent took Dior’s hand, and they both stepped back a little bit. They both admired the sharp heart with the writing “D + V” on the inside.

Dior cupped Vincent’s face and put another kiss on his lips. After parting he quickly gave Vincent a tight hug, before grabbing his arm to lead him back home for dinner.

#dior miller #vincent daller #marceline ocs #oc #original character #oc writing #original character writing

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theocinfodumpblog · 1 year

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Draw any of your ocs with clothes that they would NEVER wear

This is a oc infodump blog, please follow if you want to infodump or see other people do it :3 check pinned for more.

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ninjakitten1699 · 1 year

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I also wanted to say this.

You know how sometimes you realize you have too many OCs so you sift through them to see who has the most story behind them and you end up with even less?

Yeah I did that.

And I think I just made a canonical reason why those other characters are gone.

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littlepriestfreak · 3 months

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Abe's Struggles

I didn't want to think about this. Especially not here, standing in front of the congregation, in my holy attire, fantasizing about the feeling of another man's blood dripping down my face and staining my teeth. How my voice doesn't crack when I lock eyes with the man at the back of the church is beyond me. Phantom aches burn under my collar in the shape of a human's bite. He stares at me, hungry, as if the only thing stopping him from devouring me where I stood was the sweet old ladies in the first pew and not because we are in the Lord's house. What sanctity does this place have if I, the one who took an oath to protect it and it's children from sin, stand in front of a monument to a god I created as his blood soaks my shoes and stains the fabric that covers my knees. I am knelt powerlessly, head bowed as if forced to taste the metallic liquid below, as the falso god stands above me. There will be no mother weeping at my feet during my self crucifixion for I will not rise in three days as a sinless man of God. I will instead rise with the sun tomorrow, don my collar and blood soaked shoes, and put a mask over my sins as they consume my flesh.

#abe fitzgerald #writing #oc writing #original character writing #original character

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chocor0se · 2 months

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Some info about Anna Lark, my PJO x HP OC

Child of Hermes

Around 2 years younger than Percy (set in modern times)

Becomes friends of Hermione first, then Neville, then Harry and Ron

Meets Luna during GOF, after new traumatization during the war

They bond over being crazy and seeing thestrals

Becomes sorta friends with Draco during POA (if he’s getting a redemption arc might as well start early)

Dog person though she’s still fond of Crookshanks

Definitely sees Ronmione before they do

Has a dagger given to her by Luke after an unsavory encounter with a man that’s the same material(s) as Backbiter

Not the Kronos parts or the portal openers though

Gets a lot of letters from her siblings and friends from camp, to the dissatisfaction of her owl

Owl’s name is Hermes

She has respect for the gods, but couldn’t help herself from naming him that

AroAce, though she doesn’t exactly know it yet

Has a fear of people leaving her

Is definitely stressed out about the second wizarding war when it starts

Can read people easily

Tries not to get into fights due to being kicked out of three schools before Hogwarts

First grade teacher was actually a monster so Anna pushed her out a window which is why she got expelled the first time since it still survived

Other two times were just because of stacked up penalties

Very good flier, but not that interested in playing quidditch much to her housemates’ displeasure

Likes jumping from rooftop to rooftop, this does not go away once she gets to Hogwarts

if you want to read about her look at my pinned post for my ao3!!

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rosie-autz · 6 months

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DOCKGJSNRFJJ FINALLY!!!! I FINALLY HER AND IM PROUD😭💖💕💖💕!!!!

Dis is Kira, she's Magolor's older sister/ Big sis :D

🧡Info here🧡 ⬇️

Bio: Kira is mixed fairy, part butterfly and part fairy.

Pronouns: She/Her

Her personality: She's very kind and generous. And is very caring about her friends, whether that they need help with something....she'll assist them whatever they need

Due to her gentle and sweet nature. She always the kind n' caring big sis, as she views her friends as....a family.

She always have a heart for cooking, Her free time spending in the kitchen. Making tasty food dishes, delicious appetizers and yummy desserts and treats.

And according to the people who tried her food.....she's the bestest gourmet chef and talented patisserie. She always makes sure that she got all right ingredients, especially the herbs and spices! And ofcourse.....the secret ingredients that she won't tell....🤫😉

Her Home planet is Halcandra and lives her biological mum and a adopted baby brother.

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And HAPPY 12th BIRTHDAY TO MAH SON MAGS💙💖💙💖!!! Hopefully I'll make some fanart of my bby boi!!

And pls be nice to him and his sister....they made cake!

#Kirby oc #kirbyoc #kirby #oc #ocs #originalcharacter #original character writing #ill try to be more active on Tumblr

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bakus-ramen-shop · 2 years

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Takumi Sakaguchi General Sheet

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:

Name: Takumi Sakaguchi

Age: 28 years old

Birthday: October 14th

Gender: Cis male, he/him

Height: 196 cm ( 6 ft, 5.2 in )

Species: Human

Voice Actor: Mamoru Miyano

Takumi has a masculine but elegant appearance. He is tall and slender but fit. His hair is a dark, dull red and his eyes are sharp and peach in color, with slit pupils. His eyebrows are naturally tilted inwards, giving him a constant resting bitch face. Adding to that, Takumi rarely shows any kind of emotions – he never smiles or express what he feels under any form of body language. He has a very calm and composed personality; facing problems logically and with tact. In spite of his intimidating personality, he is very social and at ease with speaking to people, and shows to be a very kind and empathetic individual.

ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ/ʀᴏʟᴇ:

After years of modeling in his teenagehood, Takumi failed to choose between his many passions and straight up decided to pursue all of them professionally. This makes him an extremely busy person, but it was worth it in his opinion.

�� Today, he works as the owner of a small modeling agency, a professional MUA ( make-up artist), and hair stylist. Those are his main fields, but he technically has a diploma for any kind of bodycare. He is also great on anything fashion related. As a famous icon in his area of expertise, Takumi gets to work with celebrities and is quite wealthy. He can afford to take a lot of vacation, but his work is his passion and he practices as much as he can.

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ/ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ:

Again, in spite of his appearance, Takumi can be quite gap-moe. He likes cute things, has a tendency to stash “shiny” things he gets everywhere. Most of the time, nail stickers, jewelry, pens. He is kind of a downer because he’s always trying to eat healthy and gently scolds people when they eat too sugary or oily, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t like sweet things, as he loves japanese sweets, cakes, ice cream and sugary drinks.

Takumi is also surprisingly a big sleeper. He sleeps like a rock and doesn’t wake up for a while in the mornings where he’s off work.

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ/ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

Sister: Kayano Sakaguchi Nephew: Kader Sasaki ( BNHA AU )

Best friend: Nevin SinClaire Apprentice: Rumi

“ꜰᴜɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ:”

Takumi never smiles and never laughs. The most he’ll do is say “ Ah, that was funny. “ with a straight face after any kind of joke.

Takumi likes cute things and cuddle with pillows when he sleeps. He really appreciates his best friend, Nevin, as he has a very adorable physique and personality.

Takumi uses the “ watashi “ japanese pronoun to refer to himself, and has a very motherly/feminine speech mannerism.

Takumi wears a lot of moon themed jewelry, whereas his best friend Nevin wears a lot of sun themed ones.

Takumi owns a fluffy white female cat named Mist.

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ar0matique · 11 months

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I'm turning this blog into a safe space where i can rave about my ocs.

This is Eleanor Hughes, a character i made for an RP server. An alchemist who was born in the renaissance and murdered in the early to mid 1800s. After being shot in the chest with a shotgun, she crawls her way to a doll and does a ritual that moves her soul in it. As she lost consciousness, she found herself thrust into a realm, a void, where there is no up or down, or left or right, just floating within the abyss. She can't describe what exactly she saw, only that it terrified her to her core and left her deathly afraid of her well... death.

She awakens now in her porcelain shell, and her original body nowhere to be found. A small price to pay for her transgression against the cycle of life but to her it was fright inducing. She ponders on it and chooses to travel once more this time in search of friends. She doesn't want to be forgotten, so if ever death comes for her again, there's a least a trace of her left within this world

#original character #original art #digital illustration #character design #anime art #original character writing #digital art #doll concept #i might make tags of my characters so theyre easy to find

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dragon0va · 10 months

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HI!!! I wanna ramble about my oc Zach!

First off his full name is Zach Casey!

I've Realized there is more backstory needed for this

so i have a group of three (this number may grow) ocs that are all at a camp called Saint Melinoë's Camp for Troubled Teens. A summer camp parents send their teens to for various reasons. Sometimes they are sent because they are genuinely troubled- AND SOMETIMES their parents are just homophobic.

OKAY NOW BACK TO ZACH. Zach is gay but that's not why he was sent to Melinoë's. He had a Really Rough semester of highschool. He failed most of his classes. Not without good reason however.

His ex broke up with him mid semester because his ex decided that Zach wasn't useful to him anymore. And despite how toxic their relationship was Zach still took it horribly. He had a major depressive episode and started to skip out on school. He was kicked off his school football team because of it. Just as Zach was feeling better about the break up his ex outted him to the whole school with a photo of the two of them kissing-

So his mom sent him off for the summer in hopes summer camp might help him get over everything (do not Worry we love his mom she has No Clue how FUCKED Melinoë's is tehe) HOWEVER his dad is Dead. sorry about that.

Zach wears a necklace with a dog tag that his dad gave to him as a kid. His dad was actually in a band in college and dog tag is engraved with the band's name as well as his father's name.

#I apologize #it's just trauma after trauma for this guy #I'll talk more about Melinoë's once at some point #im not all that sure what's goin on there #BUT LET ME TELL YOU IT ISN'T GOOD #original character #oc #writing #character backstory #i love giving characters trauma ✨✨#saint melinoë's #original character writing

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littlegremlinstories · 1 year

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The falling of snow was so beautiful

This is a story I wrote a couple months after the release RE8.

This is an oc insert based on a story prompt I saw on Pinterest that went something like “Write a story that starts and ends with the same sentence”.

If there’s any spelling mistakes please tell me, I can’t improve if I make slip ups and think they’re right!

Warnings: Blood and stabby stabbing lycans to death. (Not graphic)

The falling of snow was always so beautiful.

Rin looked down to her warm coffee in her hands. She was walking down the icy roads of the village, coming across some frozen puddles. The soft patches of snow had a satisfying crunch under her feet as she walked on by.

Looking around, she took her time to take in her surroundings, the broken windows, the ramshackle houses and the scattered valuables of those who tried to escape the damned place.

She sighed, pitying the poor souls who she knew had suffered immensely in their last moments.

Her attention was drawn away from the wreckage by the sudden growling behind her.

Turning around she came face to face with a small group lycans who had come back from what she believed to be a hunt.

She observed the group and concluded that group must have been led by the rather intimidating lycan who seemed to wear human bones over its body, almost as if they were its trophies.

Keeping direct eye contact with the mutants, Rin kneeled down and placed her cup into the snow as to not knock it over. Just as she stood up again the smallest lycan pounced at her. The action of the smallest was short lived as Rin had already driven a hidden knife into its throat, moving backwards to cut the neck of the creature, leaving it writhing in pain.

The others had taken the action to engage but ultimately failed as their corpses laid bleeding out onto the ground. The only one that remained was the leader who had retreated to what Rin had believed to be Heisenberg’s factory.

Rin drew her attention back to the ones on the ground, looking at all of them with pity, “They were humans too, weren’t they?” She thought.

Picking up her coffee she noticed the snow was coming down a lot more heavily now, slowly covering the bodies and mixing with the crimson blood.

The falling of snow was always so beautiful.

(I’m actually pretty proud of this.)

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cornershopcowboy · 1 year

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This is my blog and I get to post my oc writing

Wynston Hart didn’t use to like the colour yellow. He’d hated the way the studio walls were doused in the colour, floor to ceiling. He’d wrinkled his nose at it as he stood before the microphone; newfangled technology for the time, but he’d seen far better in the decades to come.

He’d really hated the colour yellow.

He hated the yellow vest his host had worn, his insistence on sporting the colour had made his stomach turn.

He wished he could still hate yellow.

The walls were familiar now, faded with the light that spilled into the studio. He couldn’t help but notice how well yellow and red worked together. He couldn’t help but notice how sunshine spilled out of Tim Bardot like he himself was the centre of the universe.

“Are you ready? I mean- you kind of have to be ready, we’re about to be live.” Ever the chatterbox, Tim Bardot repositioned his microphone for the thousandth time. Wynston only rolled his eyes, shrugging. Tim smiled, as Tim always did, pressing play on the record that spun, crooning jazz from the speaker.

Another thing Wynston used to hate. Jazz music. It had grated on him like nothing else, to the point of publicly remarking about it when it had come on in nightclubs and bars. As much as he liked this decade, he really hated jazz. Hated. He didn’t anymore. Sure in cabs it still annoyed him, made him bristle, but he was always expecting sunshine after it, a chipper voice announcing today's headlines.

It never came.

He still hated jazz, and the colour yellow irked him but try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to hate Timothy Alexander Bardot.

#oc #original content #original character #original character writing #writing #fic #oc writing #fyp

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pocketnotebook · 1 month

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First Date

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Jovian sat across from Lance with an awkward smile on his face. He could feel himself beginning to sweat. I haven’t been on a first date since my first date with Francine. That was 21 years ago, what am I doing?

“So,” Lance started, avoiding eye contact, “Honestly, I don’t really know what to talk about. I haven’t been on a date in forever.”

“Same here,” Jovian laughed nervously.

They sat and ate silently. Jovian poked at the beef tenderloin on his plate, he was way too nervous to eat. But at the same time he felt bad not eating the expensive food, especially since Lance already planned to pay for their meals. Jovian began to eat small bites of his meal, until Lance tried to create conversation again.

“I know I should be asking you questions about yourself, but the only thing I can think to ask you about is how your daughter is doing,” Lance admitted.

Jovian smiled and looked up at him, “I don’t mind, I’m always happy to talk about my daughter. Tilly’s doing great. She’s very enthusiastic about her interests, which I’m always happy to see. What about you, do you have any kids?”

“Nope. Me and my ex-wife divorced before we could have any kids, so no kids. I do have some cats though. They’re basically my children.”

Jovian laughed, “I have one cat. Tilly named her cheddar.”

Lance grinned at the name, “My cats are also named after foods.”

“Yeah?”

“So there’s Mango, Pomegranate, and Peach.”

“Mmm fruit,” Jovian smiled at him.

The two of them sat in silence again, but this time less awkwardly. Jovian examined Lance. His face looked as red as Jovian's face felt. He also noticed Lance’s eyes. One was green and the other seemed to be hazel. God, is he pretty.

“Do you like ice cream?” Jovian asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you want to go to the ice cream place across the street after this?”

Lance’s face lit up, “Sure!”

After sharing a cup of ice cream, they walked back to the restaurant parking lot. Lance followed Jovian to his car to wish him a good night.

“Thanks for the food, sorry about the awkward start to our date,” Jovian chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it,” Lance smiled.

Jovian opened his car door and got in.

“Wait,” Lance stopped him before he could close the door. He leaned into Jovian’s car a little, “…Can I give you a good night kiss?”

Jovian felt his face go bright red, “Sure.”

Lance had both his hands against the car to keep his balance as he leaned into the car, and pressed his lips to Jovian’s. Jovian started to tense up and left his hands where they were. His heart was quickly beating as he pushed his lips into Lance’s.

“Good night,” Lance said as he pulled away.

“Good night,” Jovian stumbled over his words as he watched him walk to his car. Oh my God.

#jovian ertens #lance darby #marceline ocs #oc #original character #original character writing #oc writing

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