#oc appreciation

[cilil]

In this space we welcome and accept all sorts of OCs.

OCs who have existed for many years, with a proud and/or messy history to look back on

OCs who are new and fresh and/or still in development

OCs who were remade from a past version of themselves

OCs who were brought back after their creator deleted them in the past, out of shame, because of bullying or otherwise

OCs who may get never brought back by their creator, but still exist in their memory

The more-or-less-OC textual ghosts who were never fleshed out in canon and got adopted by different people as their own characters

OCs who were created for one specific purpose/story/situation and evolved from there or stayed that way

OCs who were made to be shipped with a canon character

OCs who were made to be shipped with other OCs

OCs who were made to be the child or relative of a canon character, regardless of canon indicating the existence of a textual ghost there or if the possibility was left open or not

OCs who are self-inserts or reflect particular personal experiences of their creator

OCs whose existence is not perfectly canon-compliant

OCs who have their own verses in which they exist

OCs who have different versions across verses, as canon characters do too

OCs who were brought in and adapted from other versions of themselves in different universes or franchises because they accompany their creator on their journeys

OCs.

I don't have to like or understand them (though don't get me wrong, I love a lot of my friends' OCs), you don't have to, the fandom doesn't have to; the only thing that matters is that their creator is having fun in their corner and that makes them valid enough💗

[ask-the-oc]

Answer in the voice of your OC...

[Name]! How would you define love?

Check pinned post for event details.

[oscarisaacss-wp]

PLOTS IN PROGRESS — HURRICANE DRUNK, a Twisters Story. (Feat. Leah Berman)

“I do exist, don’t I? It often feels as if I am not here, that I’m a figment of my own imagination. There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the Earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar. A strong gust of wind could dislodge me completely, and I’d lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock.

excerpt / ANONYMOUS

i. pinterest ii. spotify iii. wattpad

[sotwk]

We writers need to remember that the popular characters that millions of fans obsess and go feral over today were once "OCs that no one else gives a shit about but me."

Give your original creations a chance to find their audience.

[armorabs]

the sequel to a 2023 post where i drew as many concepts for pearl's mom as i could find: I DRAW MORE CONCEPTS FOR PEARL'S MOM!

this really great fandesign, by slcepily

thassa sponge. from drawception

that's paris hilton... as a crab... yeah...

[eustasskidsfattits]

One thing about me is I LOVE OCs. I think one of the best signs that a story’s world is well written is if people can find ways to imagine themselves in the story.

So I’m gonna keep reblogging those OCs. I don’t care if it’s a professionally commissioned piece or if it’s fanart by a 12 yo who puts their character’s hands in their pockets bc they don’t know how to draw them yet.

Submit your OP OCs to me! Tell me their devil fruit! Tell me what crew they wanna be on! Are they a marine???

Dude idk I just love people who love media like I do lol

[clinquaant]

CHAMBER OF WISHES / Act Two: Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Your laugh, it echos through the chambers of my mind. I've never been much for piercing together puzzles, but our shapes seem to align. Have you seen the signs, just as I can feel the static rising in your spine? Oh, this must be divine!

— make my body a memory, a shrine. Cast my heart to the rain and wrap me up in your vines. All I dare to wish is to be intertwined.

— “Chamber of Wishes” by A.O.

ao3 / pinterest / spotify / wattpad

[generic-whumperz]

Tbh I love other people’s ocs. This is an oc stan account, and an oc stan post.

I appreciate the strength and courage of conjuring up some fake person from the recesses of your mind and just throwing them to the wind and seeing if they’ll fly. They’re all ✨special little guys (and gals and theys)✨ who live in another realm- an imaginary, magical world somewhere between your imagination and your written words.

[stupidj0j0]

My 8:11 oc, Liam appreciation post!! :3

@inkiest-silly did most of the art so go follow him pls :3

[manyfandomocs]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2024 ; day four  - if they were canon au

Interviews with Ella Purnell on her role in Young Justice as Noelle Knight

Taglist: @daughter-of-melpomene

[ask-the-oc]

Answer in the voice of your OC...

[Name]! If you could write a note for your younger self, what would you say in 5 words?

Check pinned post for event details.

[dunbonnets]

VAEGON I TARGARYEN

He was known as the Death From Above

available to read on wattpad ( inspo )

[endless-oc-creations]

"He was her warmth. She was his peace."

Asha doesn't remember anything about her past, all she remembers was that she was always so cold. But when she's with Gale, he brings her such warmth with his touch, his kiss, and even his words. Moments with Gale make Asha forget the darkness inside her trying to claw its way to the surface... After losing Mystra's love after his accidental betrayal, Gale was constantly worried about the orb, now stuck in his chest, killing himself and many others by exploding. But after meeting Asha and traveling together, Gale fell in love again...and finally felt at peace.

💕 Everything Taglist: @bravelittleflower​ @sunlitscribe​​​ @eddysocs​​ @raith-way​​ @waterloou​​​ @decennia​​ @hiddenqveendom​ @aaronhotchstuff​ @foxesandmagic​ @nejires-hado  @asirensrage​​​​  @lucys-chen @arrthurpendragon @daughter-of-melpomene @thatmagickjuju @ginevrastilinski @ginger-grimm @oneirataxia-girll💕

[armorabs]

more fanart of @greatpongo's tuba mcbloom

[clinquaant]

101 PLOT BUNNIES / Dear Prudence, a Theodore Laurence Fanfiction

PRUDENCE POIRIER WAS ACCUSTOMED TO HIDING IN THE SHADOWS. With her father fighting in the Civil War, she and her mother occupied themselves with finding work so that, when the time came, their family could buy a proper home upon the patriarch’s return.

While scouring the streets of Boston, Prudence and her mother, Mabel, ran into James Laurence, a man who occupied a house larger than he could ever need with only himself and his grandson. After Mabel detailed her prowess as a housekeeper and her daughter’s green thumb for the neglected greenhouse he spoke of, Mr. Laurence gladly accepted the help with the condition that the two women would take up two of his empty rooms, in an attempt to liven up the house into a home once again.

Mabel was grateful that she had come across a genuine man such as Mr. Laurence, rather than being stuck in an unideal situation. Prudence, upon hearing Mr. Laurence’s mention of a family full of daughters that lived across the road, was ecstatic at the prospect of making new friends. What took her most by surprise, though, was the friendliness of Mr. Laurence’s aforementioned grandson.

Listening to her mother’s words of caution, Prudence kept her distance from the boy who seemed to have too-good of intentions. Until, letters with the salutation “Dear Prudence” began welcoming her in the greenhouse most mornings, written in what could only be his impeccable, product-of-being-privately-tutored handwriting.

Mabel instructed Prudence to be respectful, and how disrespectful would it be if she didn’t write to him back?