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I'm curious--how do you guys go about creating your OCs?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCH CALENDAR!!

It's been a whopping 10 years since the idea of this guy appeared in my head!!! (And funnily enough, the first chapter of the fic he first appeared in was written on the 15th.)

While he may not be the oldest OC I have, March is definitely the oldest one I have that I have actual proof of when he was created. He started out as an AU version of a YouTuber in a fanfiction I was writing in 2015. And that fanfic is still on Wattpad today XD

It's been a crazy 10 years, and it's hard to believe how far both of us have come in terms of character development XD. I look back at who I was when I wrote him. And then I see who I am now. A whole decade in between, but we're somehow the same people.

I've had a lot of ups and downs, and March's character has reflected it. He and Ener were my favorites during senior year of highschool. They got me through some of the hardest times I've ever been through.

March is also the OC I've fought the hardest for. I don't talk about it often, but in highschool I had a friend that was working on a DISPY (then called DIY) comic with me. They were not a good friend, and they tried to claim March as their own character. That's when I drew the line. And that's why I started the LunieLoon website. So I could have proof somewhere that he was my character.

He's also been a reflection of my own self-hatred sometimes. There was a point during the COVID lockdowns where everything was going wrong for me. I hated who I was, and I wanted to mold myself into something I wasn't. The DISPY story reflected that, and it led to a regrettable version of it where the characters didn't have powers, and March and Ener hated each other.

But... When I started to accept myself for who I was, his original story came back too. March's story is one of a late bloomer who always thought he was too late for everything in his life. It's a story of a kid who's just waiting to die, because he thinks he's already missed out on all the good he could have had.

And then he gets thrown into the DISPY. And he tries to keep himself closed off. But he ends up being surrounded by more love than he had ever experienced up to that point. He has friends, he gets a partner, and most importantly, he stops wanting to die. Because for once it feels like he's at the right place at the right time.

If you had told me 10 years ago that my own life story would mirror his so closely, I wouldn't have believed you. After all, he was written as a fantasy for me. He was an escape I never thought I would get.

But I look at where I am now. Surrounded by my friends who are some of the best people in the world, with the best partner in the whole world, and being excited to be alive again? I realize we both made it to the other side we dreamed of.

This was more of a rant than I planned for. But TLDR: Happy Birthday March Calendar!!! Here's to many, many more!!!

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[about my own oc, who i created] in theory its possible she would say that, but we just dont know for sure

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my OCs are sooo cool you guys don't know what you're missing. if you could see the show i'm watching in my head rn you'd go so crazy i'm telling u

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You can tell how hungry for blood the tumblr userbase is this year by looking at how early in the month the Ides of March posts are being made

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With the ides of march fast approaching we must be prepared

Please reblog to make sure everyone is equipped!

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Abolish Tesla.

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Love the puns from Pun Hub

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that "OKAY SO" before someone u love starts infodumping........ most blessed feeling in the world

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what if instead of analog horror we had "ants on a log" horror!

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shit man tomorrow is christmas eve i swear yesterday was June 2010

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NEVER STOP BEING OBSESSED WITH YOUR OCS 🫵

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this is it. this is the funniest scooby doo clip

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feels so embarrassing to b hyperfixated on your own oc like the smallest thing that reminds you of them has you giggling and kicking your legs and smiling goofy in public but it’s like sorry everyone i was thinking about shmoopsie from my brain again. yeah the one like max 10 ppl know about

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I need absolutely everyone to know how normal I am about Howard Y'Doin and the people he's loved over the years

(Ramble under the cut. You have been warned)

He was just a kid growing up on Crimson Point. He was just a rising musician trying to get healthcare for his dying love. He was just a pop star who burned too bright too fast. He was just a guy who got in too deep and wanted to make amends.

Howard and Dewey would have been end game if Dewey had lived. I like to think there's a universe out there where they did end up together through everything. Childhood best friends to lovers. My favorite trope.

But sadly, that's not the story I have to tell. So Dewey dies. And Howard meets Astro. A married man with 3 entire kids. But who takes every chance to make him flustered.

Howard didn't want to like Astro. But Astro didn't care. So they kept their relationship secret. Never putting a label on it, never commiting fully. All Astro wanted was power. All Howard wanted was a companion again.

But then Astro died. And couldn't mourn him. He had to keep playing music. Until his music wasn't needed anymore. He hid away. He mourned his first 2 loves.

He tried to love others... it never worked. He tried making music... but no one listened. He started mentoring Starlet, and through that he met Edwin again.

Edwin was also older and greying. He was tired, but his eyes lit up when meeting Howard again. Howard didn't dare hope. He didn't want to be left alone again.

But the two of them kept meeting. They recalled their time in the Big 3 together. They shared their stories since then. They formed a bond- realizing they were both fucked up from being in thr spotlight so long.

Eventually, they moved in together. They became more affectionate. They were seen together more often than not. And though neither one had asked the other, they called each other lovers.

And so lovers they were.