#romans ocs

[instantromannoodles]

Does anyone else have OCs they love so much that they have made A.Us for them and have thought about them in the universe of fandoms they like?

No just me

[transromansanders]

Weekend Game by @creativepromptsforwriting - random number generator chose my prompt (#117), I wrote for 15 minutes, then edited a little. I wrote with OCs, in a modern universe, though these OCs originally go in a fantasy-horror universe. I don't speak Hebrew, so sorry for any mistakes made in that regard (you'rewelcome to correct me). Enjoy!

Good at Something

Kieran was sure everyone was good at something. Their sister was good at gardening, coaxing plants from the seeds she bought or saved. Their mother was good at baking, creating delicious treats from flour, water, sugar, cinnamon, salt. Their father was good at his job, helping people work through their problems while giving them the resources to deal with the effects of those problems. 

Kieran was good at nothing. Everyone was good at something, except them. They paused in their reverie as they bumped arms with someone. "Sorry, wasn't watching where I was…" they paused as they caught sight of the vision of beauty before them. The person was taller than Kieran, with bright blue and green makeup around their eyes, blush on their high cheekbones, and lips painted purple. "...going," Kieran finished. 

"I wasn't either," the person answered in a smooth, sweet voice, their summery yellow dress swishing around their knees. 

"My name's Kieran," Kieran managed to force out. "They/them pronouns."

"Bennie, he/him," the person answered with a smile. "Can I buy you a coffee?"

Kieran sighed happily as their head rested on Bennie's chest. "Happy Hanukkah," they murmured. 

Bennie smiled, eyes closed, rubbing Kieran's short hair. "Happy Hanukkah, Yekirì Shelì."

Kieran reached into their pocket and pulled out the ring box. "Remember what we talked about?"

"Hm?" Bennie asked. 

"Open your eyes, silly," Kieran answered, popping the ring box open. 

The ring was alexandrite on white gold, princess cut, simple but elegant. Bennie squealed when he opened his eyes. "You're ready to get married?!"

Kieran nodded. "As soon as you want."

Bennie kissed their forehead, pulling them close.

Kieran watched as Mira and Thommy ran around the playscape in the backyard, shrieking with laughter. Bennie's arm wrapped around their waist. "I love you," Kieran said. 

Other people could be good at other things. Kieran was good at this. 

[instantromannoodles]

Having OCs is fun until you get so into them you forget they're your OCs and you're like "this would be a cute fanfiction" and realize that you cannot write fanfiction of your own characters

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It's fun being obsessed with your own OCs until you wanna talk about them and no one knows who the fuck your talking about

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Would it be stupid if I wrote a little story about my Star Wars OC, I made him originally for TikToks but his story has developed so much to me

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Make an OC that isn't tragic challenge (impossible)

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I love making headcanons for my OCs, like what do you mean "I headcanon this" sir you wrote the canon

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I can't draw so I've just decided to fucking cosplay my own OCs