I’m actually grateful for my younger self adopting Oliver as an oc (because originally he wasn’t mine), because nowadays I tend to come back to writing all the dark, sometimes creepy stuff with my ocs. And somewhere amidst that… There’s just Oliver, sitting quietly in the corner, sipping coffee after work, looking out the window at the street outside with a half-longing and half-sleepy gaze and thinking about how his cat will purr on his lap when he’ll get home.
Obviously I love angst and all that stuff. But I do have a time in my life right now when everything is stressful. So in times like that, I learn to appreciate the „normal” ocs, the ones that don’t have a very rushed, filled with action lives. During stressful times sometimes it’s better to just sit down and have a cup of coffee instead :3