#oc romance

[writeblrfantasy]

💖community writeblr event alert...

💖 WIP ROMANCE WEEK IS SEPTEMBER 23-30 💖

the rules, as stated above, are to make a post a day about your chosen oc pairing that coincides with the day's prompt! i will be participating in this myself, and reblogging all the posts i find in the tag. i encourage participants to reblog others' posts, to encourage the sense of community i hope to build.

tag your posts with #lilasromanceweek24 !

THE PROMPTS:

tell us about your pairing(s) classic example of their love how they show affection (love languages welcome!) the lengths they'll go to for each other what outsiders/friends think a visual rep of your pairing

even if you're not participating, boosts are welcome!

GENERAL TAGLIST: @worldbuildng @muddshadow @nikkywrites @47crayons @directionoftime

@chayscribbles @magic-is-something-we-create @rodentwrites @notwritinganyflufftoday @rustywritessometimes

[imbecominggayer]

How To Write Romantic Relationships [MASTERPOST]

How do you balance between having emotional and meaningful without also having sappy and cliche?

How do you organically incorperate romance to the plot without having too force it in?

Don't fret my romantically inexperienced little writer! I'm here to help!

A) Make It Meaningful

Look, you can put in all the effort and still have readers not give a f$ck about the romance.

Why is there romance? Is it to create conflict? Illustrate a character's flaws? Is it a fun dynamic?

Make characters individually interesting. Your readers should understand why a character has fallen in love or you will have a riot on your hand! Remember when your favorite character fell in love with the equivalent of cardboard? Not fun. Remember: FLAWS!

The characters should be physically attracted to each other. It's pretty awkward having a romance where one character is just supressing disgust for the other.

The characters should feel emotionally connected.

Unless this is the main focus of the relationship, the characters should share core, fundamental beliefs. They can express these beliefs in different ways but it's awkward trying to ship pacifist x murderer.

Characters either need to share the same level of critical thinking ability or be willing to fall in love with an idiot. By the way, you don't love idiot x smart, you love emotional x stoic, reckless x reserved, or emotionally intelligent x logical.

B) The Meet-Cute Or Meet-Hideous

Now you might be saying, "but my dynamic is "friends/enemies to lovers"! Not strangers to lovers"!

Cool. You still have to understand how they met initially whether that was 5 minutes ago, 5 months ago, or 5 years ago. How two or more characters meet can influence first impressions, expectations for the relationship, and what these characters know about each other.

If two people met with A thinking B is an angel and B thinking A is the most boring person alive, that's a meeting that's definitely going to influence each other's expectations for their relationships and for each other.

Then, if you are writing a couple who met before the beginnings of this story, you also need to investigate their "re-meeting". This re-meeting demonstrates how the relationship is between characters.

Is there tension? Are they breaking apart? Are they meeting after a period seperated?

For strangers to lovers, where characters meet in canon and not pre-canon, a writer needs to focus on the meeting.

What are their first impressions? What is the environment around them? How is everyone feeling? What's the initial dynamic?

Common Pitfalls:

Love at First Sight. Unless you have a story where you are switching between the love interest's perspective, then the only way the audience is going to fall in love with this character is through the protag. And while the protag can fall in love at the blink of an eye, the reader can't. If your audience isn't invested in the characters, that's a problem.

Boring Meeting. Unless the entire point of the meeting is that it's mundane, try to give the meeting significiance.

Lack Of Characterization. Writers often copy the standard rom-com meeting but it does a disservice to your characters. Distrusting characters won't fall in love immediately. Reserved characters won't leave their routine for anyone. Let the meeting be guided by the characters.

C) Romantic Chemistry

In order to make a couple romantically compatible, their traits need to complement each others.

Readers tend to implicitly see the potential two characters could have if they just got together. Having two characters with opposing but balancing characteristics could satisfy this thirst.

Readers understand that a character battling depression is more likely to thrive with someone who provides benefits in relation to the depression whether it's compassion, open-mindedness, or perceptiveness.

D) Conflict

All relationships need conflict! This type of conflict tends to be man vs self, man vs man, or man vs society

Characters are either struggling with their own characters flaws, the external threat of another character, or the interference of society.

Common Pitfalls:

Lack Of Themes. Let the themes you are working with inspire what type of conflict impact the relationship. Don't throw in a plot twist or an inorganic cliche.

Lack Of Grounding. Authors can be so focused on the spectacle of a grand fight that they can loose their characters and the grounded experience of an unstable relationship.

Lack Of Characterization. Whenever authors grab a random conflict, they risk a character acting outside of their parameters which make the move feel shoehorned in.

Lack Of Justification. Don't have the conflict show up out of nowhere! Write little moments where something seems off. Then when these little things pile up, it won't feel shocking but justified.

Lack Of Punishment. Characters shouldn't come out of these moments without questioning their entire existence. Have them re-evaluate their beliefs, expectations, and actions.

Lack Of Power. Give your love interest and your protagonist the chance to air out their grievances. Don't let your characters suffer in silence. Call these characters out on their bs.

E) Actions In Love

Everyone has their own ways of expressing love, so don’t assume that there’s only one right way to write about it. Some characters show their love through physical acts of intimacy such as holding hands and kissing. Some characters compliment. Others show it through grand romantic gestures. Others are more subtle.

Try to weave these little acts of sincerity throughout all of the scenes where your two lovebirds are in love.

[teller-of-tragedies]

the morning after

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btw2 tnx have a lovely day bye

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[a2zillustrations]

Your vampire fae husband is a little too smooth these days

[grrrlsubrosa]

I've been outlining a Gil-galad fanfic and would love your thoughts on something!

I created an OC with a backstory to fit into Tolkien’s lore. Since the story takes place in royal courts and titles are used, I’ve given her a name ("Y/N" always takes me out of the story).

That said, it seems like reader inserts are more popular (I enjoy them myself), but since the character has a backstory I think I'd write this more like a role-playing insert than a classic reader insert.

Anyway, I want to make sure this story is as enjoyable as possible before I start writing! Please vote below and thank you so much for your input! If you have any thoughts or advice, I'd love to hear it! 💕

Edit to clarify: Reader inserts normally don't give the MC a backstory or personality. Role-playing inserts gives the MC a backstory/personality/role so it feels more like you're stepping into the shoes of a pre-existing character (Kinda like a blend between OC and Reader insert).

[callaxes]

My 2 OCs being cute togheter (─‿‿─) ♡

[gigimarvels]

A night time dip in the moonpool was NOT on Thyme's to do list, but he will sure as hell make it a moment to remember, once he pulled Topaz into the water with him

At some point, she becomes one of the only people he can fully drop the act on and become vulnerable, he's still as cheeky as ever even in his vulnerability to Topaz but he's vulnerable none the less

everyone thank a good friend of mine to push me to continue from the first piece!!

[wild-menace]

“Keeping you close”

A visual of how the years can change the way you hold eachother

Eli (he/him Yellow) is my demon priest

Haru (he/they red ) belongs to my friend LunaB33 on Twitter

Recently got re-fixated on these two after mind explosion realizing they’re perfect for exploring themes of religious guilt, healing and healthy practice.

[nightsong-vp]

A lonely heart that can't be tamed <3

[chilopodacrudus]

Did I stay up til 5am filling out profile charts? Ye.

You probably shouldn't try to date Piers but I mean I am so lmao.

[imbecominggayer]

Excerpt From WIP (Criticize Me!)

Feel free to ask questions :D

Did you know that one of the most common symbols used in stories are eyes? That's a made-up statistic but in my opinion, it's true.

Caramel eyes that sparkle with sunlight in the dawn are used to communicate that while someone looks like the everyday, inside there is just something glorious about them.

Crystalline blue eyes are used to demonstrate an obviously mysterious kind of specialness. They glitter like fresh sleeping snow in the morning before the world has started again. Beautiful and fatal if you stand there for too long.

Verdant irises spring images of lively forests. Lively, energetic, and sensational are all words that apply to these characters. Slightly nosatalgic even. Sometimes given to those with greed in their hearts.

But scorched irises are rarely given a moment to shine. Only the most wicked men are given such a rich shade of deep brown. The majority of makeup advertisements and filters tend to given them a golden sheen.

If eyes are windows to the soul, then ink-like eyes are the least desirable to have.

I also didn't like them that much. None of my favorite characters had them and black, non-reflective eyes rarely told an interesting story.

I don't really know why I started thinking about this but it most likely has something to do with you, Yuuma.

Because you have pitch black eyes.

It's impossible to ignore them. Whenever you are overcome by this eclipsing sense of consuming bliss, the corners of your eyes wrinkle a bit. You also roll your eyes a lot. Even the universe herself seems at awe with your eyes. The soft breeze always ruffles your eyelashes gently, as if it's an orchestrator guiding nature herself to worship you. The paint you always use leaves itself near your eyes. I really like when the black dye does that. It makes it look like you have two sets of eyes!

I notice because I always try to notice. I want to notice these little things. I want to think of beautiful poetry to spin about your eyes.

Characters in love always pay attention to their love interest's eyes. Your eyes aren't beautiful. They make you look like Stonehedge in old England whenever you aren't actively expressing, like when you're painting. I remember this one moment when Anghel was frightened by your sudden appearance. He just suddenly yipped "Eyes!". We both laughed like maniacs.

Your eyes aren't beautiful. But they're yours which means they deserve attention. And let's be honest with ourselves! If i'm not willing to stare into your eyes who else will? how could I call myself worthy enough to be your love interest?

So I will watch your eyes as the sun begins to slip into the horizon, and the dim sparkle of waking stars acts as a spotlight focused entirely on you. This is your domain. You are the ruler of this moment. It suits you well. The universe sings around you; it's a symphony, and you are the solo. You are ethereal.

You open your mouth to say something and the sun itself seems to hault as if what you are about to say will shake the core of universe. You hesitate. The sun and stars stands still as we all stare in support. You can do it. Finally, you find your resolve again. You speak.

"I love you"

Tagging: @differentnighttale, @12-cluh, @madmadhuman, @melda0m3, @drivingmebonkas, @startheoverseer, @fanwriting93, @loverboyxbutch, @largestmothinnorthamerica, @lavenillarose, @ravennova7, @procrazedfan, @wyvchard, @outrazona

[writeblrfantasy]

💕DAY TWO OF LILASROMANCEWEEK

day 2 prompt: a classic example of their love

source post here if you're curious

this is the most classic example i can think of!

what can i say, the girls are wild. fellas is it gay to get your mortal enemy's fingerprints tattooed on your wrist since she's always grabbing you to keep you from running away (you are her prisoner. you helped kill her family.)

again, i welcome any and all writers with oc pairings to participate! i'll be reblogging as many posts as i can in #lilasromanceweek24

the prompts are under the cut

tell us about your pairing(s) classic example of their love how they show affection (love languages welcome!) the lengths they'll go to for each other what outsiders/friends think a visual rep of your pairing

[a2zillustrations]

When you can’t stop your wife from befriending every single monster she can use speak with animals on and you just want to go home with all your limbs attached

[real-hot-grl-shi]

infatuation 0

noun

in·​fat·​u·​a·​tion

a feeling of foolish or obsessively strong love for, admiration for, or interest in someone or something.

Chapter one

Eight years later and now cloudy skies covered the blue sky, fog hiding the distant trees from afar, giving the city a gloomy look. my eyes flickered open, groaning and rolling in my bed, messing up the already jumbled sheets piled on top of my frame, my bonnet was close to falling off, dangling over my hazel eyes, a strand of my curly hair falling from my bonnet and close to my mouth, it accidentally landing in my mouth, making me grunt and blow a raspberry. 

My hair now stuck to the side of my face, I eventually arise from my bed, wiping my eyes and looking around, outside of my window and taking a small sigh, my pink spaghetti strap that says “Power Girl!” in all caps on the front and an ice cream cone on the back that I had since she was seven and recycled for it to become an almost skin tight top for pajamas and the pink laced panties that I wore on cloudy days (or nights) weekly, unlike others thinking it is too erotic and immodest, I like how it feels on my curvy frame. 

What can I say about it? It's not my fault I'm sexy!

 I finally got up and put on my slippers, looking around for the pink silk robe that my step Mami made me for my 16th, something I still wear years later. I picked up my sleeping cat named Fluffy, kissing him and petting his back, resulting in a faint purr from the pet. I sat down on my chair in the corner of my room, right next to one of my windows which raindrops were faintly falling and scattering on, resulting in a pattern clinging to the window pane. I sighed and looked out the window, my siren eyes staring out of the transparent frame for a slight while, lost in my thoughts for a while, eventually letting out a rough sigh and getting up. 

Fluffy mewed and jumped off of my lap when she fully stood up, tucking my lone curl from my face off to the back of my ear, and walking outside of my bedroom. Since my father works in Law and is a Lawyer and my stepmother is a CEO of a design brand, they have to leave to work early in the morning, only leaving me and my pets in my big ass penthouse of a house like it's a parody of  Clueless. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, and they do everything for me, but I'm in 12th grade and I want to spend as much time as possible with my parents before I leave. I walked into the kitchen, Fluffy following behind, occasionally bumping up against my ankle and purring. I jumped onto the counter before shivering from my mostly bare ass on the pearl countertop.

 I grabbed my phone, swiping on Instagram before stopping on a certain basketball post about a certain friend of mine, Ruby Johnson. My childhood friend since kindergarten. I paused and double-tapped the post, liking the posts one by one. What can I say? It's my friend! Sure we made out a few times and kissed each other but what pair of friends haven't?!

 I huffed and got up from the counter, walking to the fridge to get a drink. Fluffy jumped on the counter, grooming her paw. Right when I went to get my phone, it started to ring and vibrate, showing my Mami's name, I softly smiled, placing my phone on the stand and swiping right, showing me Mami's face and my office, smiling brightly like always. 

“Hey, sweetie bun!!” She chirped, her contagious smile leaving me with a childish one. “Hey Mami, ¿que pasa? Did anything happen?” I asked, raising a brow, still smiling while getting something from the fridge. “Oh nothing at all sweets, Just wanted to check on you!” Of course. How could she forget? Mami is the most cautious and caring person that I have ever met. This is the bare minimum. 

“Right, of course, you do.” I gigged, getting a few eggs and a bowl, cracking them, and grabbing a whisk, beginning to whisk the eggs and season them. “Oh! Are there any new purses or makeup coming out?” I asked, lighting up and turning to the phone, leading in my laughter. “There's always something coming out, silly!” She hummed, writing some paperwork and fixing her glasses, pausing and sighing, her brows knitting together. 

It's likely about her recruits. I thought, pausing my whisking and glancing at my mother with worry. She eventually snapped out of her daze, looking at me and smiling warmly, fanning her hand to the phone briefly, physically telling me not to worry about it. “Mami…” I sighed, my brows furrowing together.

 “Self, I told you not to worry. How about this, when i come back, we can get some fast food and snacks hm? And how about if i pick Ruby up for a sleepover?” She smiled. God that name. Not that i hate it, i love my best friend, but its just.. Different. How we talk, when we spend time together. Like i said not in a bad way at all. Its just more.. Intimate. “Is there something wrong sweets?” My mother asked, snapping me out of my confused daze. 

“Oh no no no! I’d love to do that! Could we get some ice cream on the way?” I asked, smiling at my mother, a dust of blush on my face from the post-daze. “Oh of course sweetheart! I love me some strawberry swirl!!” She giggled, moving her shoulders and raising a brow. Another thing about my Mami. She acts like a Mom.

 I gave a look which made her laugh and fix her glasses. “But seriously, i can make that happen. Call her for me ok? My day is jammed with meetings!” She continued, doing this certain gesture with her hands that always confused me when i was just a child. “Pfttt, Ok Mami” I giggled, pausing when I saw Ruby requesting a call, lightly blushing before looking at my mother.

 “Funny thing is she’s calling me right now.” I said, raising a brow. “Well then go call her, sweets, i have to go get on a meeting anyway!” She hummed, clicking on her computer. “Ok Mami, Te amo.” I said, waving as she waved back, accepting the call from Ruby, only to see her lifting weights with sweat all over her, her hair a mess and her head against the wall, grunting with every other lift. 

That’ll do it. 

I stared for a second, my face a full shade of light pink, always loving to see my friend like this. Wait. What am i saying?! “Ya done looking, sweetcheeks?” Ruby hummed, gruff bass in her voice that will make any person drop to the floor, side eyeing the camera with a small smirk, snapping me out of my second daze. “I was looking at the time.”  I lied, walking away from the camera and grabbing the pan, completely forgetting about the breakfast i was making.

 “Yeah sure. How you doin’ Malissa?” She replied, putting the weights down and running her hair back with her hand veins slightly showing from the tenseness. “I’m fine until you called.” I joked, beginning to hear faint steam, the butter finally being melted on the pan. Ruby giggled and got up to drink some water from her nightstand, almost always being in her room when we called. 

 “You don’t mean that” Ruby cooed. “And what if i do?” “Your comment on that one post on my page says otherwise, Lisa” Ok that cocky asshole went too far. “That was a joke.” I hissed, tilting the phone to me as Ruby laughed. 

“Those panties look cute on you ya know.” 

She hummed, her voice significantly deeper than before, immediately making my eyes shoot open and my face turn a shade of dark pink. Did she just forget that we’re friends?! “Never asked for your opinion on that.” I calmly hummed, her knowing that I'm basically screaming inside. “What?? It was a compliment! Im just sayin’ it looks good on you just like a hat would look good on somebody else!” She said, raising a brow as her smirk turns into a smile, making me side eye her.

 “Cut the shit, Ruby.” I said, too flustered to make a genuine response. “Alright alright, pink panther.” She giggled. That has been something she had always called me because of my short tempered nature. At first it was tiger but i took a large liking for pink in 6th grade. What can i say? Pink is the best color of the spectrum! But Ruby for some reason thinks its blue. Two words: Fuck that. 

I sighed and finished topping up a steak and cheese omelet grabbing my phone and walking up the stairs to my room. “Didn’t you say you changed your room around?” She asked as i set my phone on my bed, sitting on it and stretching, yawning slightly. “Yeah i did. I always do, Ruby.” I replied, opening my eyes and looking at the phone.

 “Can i seeeee” Ruby asked, pausing when I gave her a look. “What?? You always show me your room when you change it!” “Mami is picking you up, doofus. you’ ll see it in a few hours.” I replied, taking off my bonnet, my curls bouncing and falling to my lower back. “I love your hair, sweetheart..” Ruby cooed, her voice gentle and somber, unlike her normal, cocky voice, making me almost crumble into a flustered mess.

 I paused, staring at her for a brief moment before inhaling and nodding slowly but swiftly, looking to the side with a slight smile, her laughing in reply.  “If you keep saying this shit people are gonna think we’re in a relationship.” I retorted, trailing my eyes back to her, slightly sneering, her giggling before pausing when she heard ‘relationship’. “Well everyone knows were friends. Whats the point of getting all worked up out of it?” She hummed, cocking an eyebrow.

 ‘Friend.’ I hate that damn word. I can’t put my finger on why, but i just do. It feels like a barrier to something more. It always does. And it always did. I sneered briefly, before nodding and taking a bite of my omlette. And if it was like sixth sense, she always knew when something was wrong.

 “Is there something wrong?” 

Ruby asked, standing up and getting out her bedroom, about to get a snack, having a worried glare on her face. “Huh? Oh. Nothing dont worry about it Ruby.” I replied bluntly, averting my eyes. Why do i feel like this. This is supposed to be my friend. Nothing more. 

Sure, she knows everything about me, and everything about how much i changed throughout the years. “Yeah. And the sky is green.” Ruby retorted, giving a dumb look at the screen. “Ruby, seriously it's nothing. I’m just deep in thought.” I sighed, rubbing my temple. 

A tense silence floated around us, before they said these words: “You know you can tell me anything, right?”  God that voice. I hate that voice. How smooth but how gruff it is at the same time, the bass deep as thunder but at the same time gentle as a baby's touch. I can't wrap my mind around it. I can’t wrap my mind around her. “Yeah, right.” I said, looking at her with a gentle but timid expression. 

That was what I was scared of. I’m scared to tell her how i feel. How about if she gets the wrong idea?? It’s not like I'm confessing! We’re friends! That and only that. 

“Well just know I'm here for you, yeah?”

 “Of course.” 

God this is so damn awkward. 

I have never been this shooken up before. Right when i was about to say something, Fluffy pounced on the bed, knocking the phone on the bedsheets with his tail, making me gasp and shoo Fluffy onto the side of my bed and picking up my phone, only hearing the smooth laughter as Ruby bring muffled into the sheets. “Oh shut your mouth.” I said, playfully  hanging up on her.

[tealfling]

Romance Chart- Coren

tagging: @kimberbohwrites @faerunsbest @ladyofcrowsandcoffee @barbwillbrb

and anyone really

[callaxes]

They met at the right time at the right place