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me: i wanna talk about my ocs

someone: ok tell me about your ocs

me, suddenly convinced that every single thing about my ocs is stupid and cringy and probably offensive: i. have them

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Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

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That post that's like "stop writing characters who talk like they're trying to get a good grade in therapy" really blew the door wide open for me about how common it's become for a character's emotional intelligence to not be taken into consideration when writing conflict. I remember the first time I went to therapy I had such a hard time even identifying what I was feeling, let alone had the language to explain it to someone else. Of course there are plenty of people who've never been to therapy a day in their life who are in tune to their emotions. But even they would have some trouble expressing themselves sometimes. You have to take into account there are plenty of people who are uncomfortable expressing themselves and people who think they're not allowed to feel certain ways. It also makes for more interesting conflict to have characters with different levels of understanding.

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the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible

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good shirt from the market today

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Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!

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Things almost every author needs to research

How bodies decompose

Wilderness survival skills

Mob mentality

Other cultures

What it takes for a human to die in a given situation

Common tropes in your genre

Average weather for your setting

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(bleeding from my wound) notice anythiung differebt about me ;)

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so hard to find a decent exorcist these days :/

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Kai & Anna pt 4 (Just Anna Still)

Anna couldn’t help but stare back at the small creature before her. 

“Where the hell did you come from…?” I hope it’s okay. Maybe some idiot let their pet escape or something?

She watched the tiny nose twitch, calmly observing whatever the spring air offered. Its beady eyes seemed slightly cloudy as they gazed at the blonde girl, somehow making the rabbit feel weirder.

Before Anna could think to do anything, the door directly behind the bunny unlocked. It opened, and out stepped a young woman, barely getting a reaction from the white puff now at her feet. That business is supposed to be empty. I was just here; it’s been empty forever. What the hell is going on? Anna looked up at the woman for a minute, glancing warily back at the rabbit on occasion.

The new woman looked absolutely haggard, but she wasn’t a mess. She had rich brown hair tied up in a bun and wore a simple but intentional outfit with a red sweater, sleeves rolled up on her forearms. It was her expression that gave the brunette away– her gray eyes unfocused, barely seeming to register anything around her for a few moments. Once she does focus slightly, she seems a bit surprised to see the teen in front of her.

“...That thing yours?” Anna eventually breaks the silence, pointing to the bunny on the steps. “Either way, watch it- you nearly stepped on the fuckin thing.”

The woman glanced down, seeming taken aback by the question- or the revelation that she could’ve killed it, who knows- before looking back to Anna. “...Interesting. No, though I’ve seen her.” She leans back against the door she came from and takes out a cigarette, calmly lighting it. “Who’re you, kid?”

Anna couldn’t help but scowl. “Who the hell are you? That building was just empty, I was sitting here first, and that was an unhelpful ass answer.” And I’m not a fucking kid, dick. This whole thing is weird as hell. She crossed her arms and stood, waiting for answers.

“...Kendi. I own it now. The building.” The young woman sighed out after a few moments before pausing to smoke. “And I answered your question completely, kid. It’s not mine.” She said, looking back down to the white rabbit, who was still staring at Anna. “What do you want? Get.” Kendi spoke to it firmly, not getting any response, before glancing back up to Anna and shrugging, resuming her smoke break.

God, this fuckin thing’s got a staring problem. Am I sure it’s not a robot or some shit? “Well, it’s just fuckin weird. I’ve been here all day, and the last few days. I haven’t seen shit happening over here. What are you doing here? For God’s sake call this fuckin rabbit’s owner or something–” Why do I even care what the hell this chick’s doing? I don’t even actually work next door or anything. I should know better than to give a shit. Anna huffed. She tended to take some small pride in knowing what is going on in the city around her. She spent all day working or walking these streets, after all.

Kendi moved her sight further up the alleyway, casually taking in her environment. “I work late. And she’s fine. She’ll wander off.” The brunette let silence linger for a few moments before looking once again at the teen. “You’re asking a lot for someone who won’t tell me anything herself, kid.”

“Quit calling me kid, lady.”

“Then what am I supposed to call you?” 

The blonde glowered at the other before looking away from her stare. “...whatever. I’ll find out myself anyway. Just make sure that thing doesn’t get eaten by a cat or some shit. I’m going back.” She turned and started walking back to where she was meant to be.

“You work next door, hm?”

“No. Now fuck off.” Bitch.

Kendi just hummed, “Sure, kid” before the door shut behind Anna.

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WE'RE GONNA DO IT

Friendly reminder that you should

Write that fic

Draw your OC

Redesign that blorbo

Plan that comic how you want

Create the content you want to see

Be cringe

Be free

The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!

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ma'am, I'm going to place you on a brief hold while I look for a reaction image

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Kai & Anna pt 3 (really just Anna)

Anna’s life had never been exciting. Not in a good way, at least. Sure, she’s not stuck sitting at a desk for hours every day listening to some guy talk about things that don’t matter- but she’s been stuck sitting in the detention center waiting to be scolded so often everyone there knows her. Sure, she’s not uselessly crushing on some boy-next-door dickwad- but she’s always got bruises to cover from one punk in the neighborhood or another thinking they can mess with her.

Anna’s not living the typical teenage life. She claws through her domestic existence, bloody and broken. The rage burning within her every day feels as if it would extinguish only after the flames of hell themselves- but this is her life.  No one would take that away.

The routine she follows is simple.

Wake up at 5am. Get dressed.

Check in on Mom. Still breathing.

Clean up after Mom. Why do I bother?

Go back to room at 6am. Wake up Rosie.

Unlock closet. Take cereal to kitchen.

Get Rosie a bowl. Eat together.

Dress Rosie. Brush teeth.

Get ready to leave. Lock the closet.

Check windows. Lock their room.

Leave quietly together for preschool.

After dropping Rosie off for the day, Anna typically goes to work if she was able to line anything up for that day or goes to the library or community center to find something. Anything she was able to get was usually just gig work, going for a week or so at most. She’d tried getting a proper job, of course she had- but most places hiring teenagers needed her to deal with customers. Turns out, spite, sleep deprivation, and good customer service don’t mix. Plus, Anna had a reputation around the neighborhood for getting in trouble, so a lot of people just plain didn’t want her on their books.

Today, she had been called over by a guy she’d helped out a few times before. She doesn’t know what his actual business is or anything; she doesn’t need to. She just needs to move shit and get money for it. The man never tries to chat with her- hell she barely actually sees him- and that suits Anna just fine. She prefers this kind of thing. Get told what to do and just do it. Don’t fuck up, don’t bother anybody, don’t get bothered, get it done.

The place's back door happens to lead into an alley, another preference of Anna’s for taking breaks and such. She likes the closer spaces and sharp corners that keep away most eyes from the actual streets and sidewalks. Privacy. As long as you don’t count the dumpster cats, I guess. 

Sighing, she crouches and leans against a wall, digging through her jacket pockets. Fuck, I forgot I’d be out of cigs. Whatever. I’ll get em tonight. Mom doesn’t need her ID on a Wednesday night. Even if she did- fuck her anyway! Anna just huffs and looks up past the roofs of the surrounding buildings to the visible strips of sky, grumbling. “How many times has she took my shit anyways?!? Woman calls me a fuckin burden-” Christ, chill out. Why’re you talking out loud to yourself about useless shit? The blonde shakes her head and looks back down to the alley ground, glancing over the last few puddles that remain from the spring thaw as she grounds herself again before turning back to the space in front of her. There, on the steps of an empty business’s back door, was a perfectly clean white rabbit, staring at her. 

What the fuck?

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cats are really useful for when you need a small animal to sit 10-15 feet away from you and stare at you with unceasing neutrality

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Little Kai & Anna Things

"I can fix her" -> "Yeah never mind I don't want to fix her, she's hot"

"This guy's an idiot. Good thing he's mine"

"I'd burn the world down to keep you safe" "I know. I'd let you."

"Let's see the world and claim every mile with our memories"

"I don't need anything if I have you"

"We make the best family either of us have ever had"

Bonus: "...hey Kai you actually look pretty good in that dress" "You think so? *twirls hair*"