Which OC is out of touch?
Which OC is out of touch?
What does your OC struggle with?
Tag your OC to fix their posture
Imagine your OC in a gorgeous ball gown
Which OC is the most likely to fall for a scam?
Imagine your OCs going on a heist
Your story, but with a greek chorus narrating the plot
Does your OC believe in the 5-second rule?
Which “Florida Man” headline best represents your OC?
Imagine your OC being voiced by Chris Pratt
Your OC can transport instantly anywhere in the world before being transported back to their starting point after 24 hours. Where do they go and why?
Imagine your OC wearing a funky lil hat
Which OC is just a little bit over-caffeinated
It’s your OC’s birthday! What’s the most well-meaning yet awkward present they could possibly get?
Hello! I tried to do OC-tober, but I couldn’t keep up with every prompt. Should I keep tagging you if I still do them later? I’m not expecting them to be posted or anything, this is just my first time doing something like this and I’d like to know what the right thing to do is (the etiquette I guess you could call it). Thanks!
Yes, that’s perfectly fine with me! In fact, I love when people tag me if they respond to any of my prompts, but you really don’t have to. Just if anyone asks, please direct them my way!
Hi! I want to continue writing even once OC-tober is over. Last year I participated and then continued forward in the following months with my own prompt lists before taking a short break. I'm half excited and half dreading doing that again, I think that I've run the course with the OCs I've had for years. I've think they've told all the story they have to tell. And I'm both excited and dreading making more. I guess I'm asking for encouragement from one creator to another to keep going.
Hi! First off, thank you for participating in OCtober! You’re definitely not alone in feeling this way about your OCs. Having prompts are a great way to go, of course. Coming up with AUs or crossovers is fun and gives you a whole new space to play in with your OCs. And have you considered pivotal scenes in your OC’s life from the perspective of other OCs or even a bystander? You’d be surprised by how much mileage you can get if you shift the camera angle even just slightly!
And of course, there really is no harm in taking another lil break. Sometimes you just need to see your OCs with fresh eyes!
OC-Tober 2021! All Days (in order!)
These are all the completed prompts I wrote (or drew!) for OC-Tober, as hosted by @oc-growth-and-development!
And yes, I had to do this, because some of them are really out of order, and also because some I’m planning on doing, but couldn’t during October (I’d had to skip a few days). I’ll be editing those in once I do them.
Well, there’s plenty anyway. Enjoy!
Day 19: Shadow (Princess of the Seventh Star)
Day 20: Tear
Day 21: Impact
Day 22: Discovery
Day 23: Crumble
Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me on this journey through characterization again! It’s always fun to stretch my writing muscles and gear up for the beast that is NaNoWriMo. I think I wanted to work more on developing some things for Icarus in his later life, most of what I’ve worked on previously deals more with him just being turned. Learned a lot about who he is and his relationships. I think my favorite this year has to be Day 12: Garden, but let me know what you liked about mine or your own projects. I’d like to hear from anyone who participated.
Stay tuned for snippets from my NaNoWriMo project!
OC-tober 2021 Posts
25.) Spirit - Gracea (and Raoul)
26.) Carve - Ray
27.) Anniversary - Adara & Kieran
28.) Rest - Claudia
29.) Climb - Mael & Baby Ly
30.) Soothe - Philia & Garin
31.) Home - Mhina
OC-tober Day 31 - Home
It wasn’t something Kuuhaku was sure he really had. Though, what was the definition of a home? A place of shelter? A house with a roof complete with an ordinary family with ordinary children? A safe harbor? He wasn’t too sure. The closest that came to that were within the lush forests of Shizuoka, or the ancient walls of Shirayuki’s temple, and the strange nostalgia he felt whenever he gazed at the stars. Even then, they were ones that he had to leave, even the sight of clear skies were fickle. As of now, he considered himself a vagabond. One who wandered from place to place, never to linger for too long.
He thought back to his life so far, doing his best to help his mind move past muddled memories, or those his heart would rather not remember in detail. It had been five years since he had left Shizuoka—and four since he had started off on his adventure alone with Meguru.
Day 31: Home
Prompt from @oc-growth-and-development
Whoo last day! Glad I’m finishing on time. This one is also connected to Days 28, 29, & 30. Huge thank you to everyone who has read these and the people who left comments, you are wonderful. Just a heads up/warning lol I will be doing NaNoWriMo again this November but idk how much I will be posting. That is yet to be seen. Anyway, final excerpt of OCtober, here we go!
[Image ID: A traditional pencil drawing of a man and woman walking up to an exterior door. They have their backs to the viewer and their arms around each other. The man carries a bag on a strap over his shoulder. There is an awning over the door and handrails on either side of it. In the upper left corner is the artist’s signature - “Lydia Hosek” - and the date - “10-31-21″. /.End ID]
Bringing OC-tober home strong. Thank you to @oc-growth-and-development for the prompts and support!
Pineridge sat sleeping under the wide light of the full moon. The vampire slipped through the shadows of the silent village, a hood tight over his head as he passed from alley to alley. The predator had one destination in mind, and curses from the gods themselves would be the only force that could stop him. And even that would be met with the force of his determination. It had taken so long to just be able to sneak away from the hospital, to find the opportunity to get out of the seemingly all-knowing gaze of his mentor. But she was out of town, and no one could stop him from slipping away. Tonight was his night.
He knew the path by heart, slipping into the familiar steps of the cobbled roads as naturally as he could now see in the dark or hear the ravens flapping their wings on the far side of the rooftops. The birds paid him no mind, knowing their claws would not be able to grasp his soul for some time. One last turn and there it was, just as he remembered it. The only home he had ever known, the same cracked wood siding, the same chips in the roof’s shingling. He bet the door still creaked if you moved it too fast, though he wasn’t inclined to test the theory.
It felt dirty, looking through the window like some desperate vagabond, but it calmed his heart to see little had changed. The table was still against the far wall, the same macramé pieces hung on the walls. Looked like a few new ones had been added to the collection. He rolled his shoulders, bringing his cloak tighter against him. Not for fear of the cold, no that would never bother him again, but the risk of any strand of his red hair peeking through could give his identity away. And this close to home, that was a mistake he couldn’t afford. Especially now that a woman had walked into view, her greying hair now diminishing the same tone of red, but still beautiful despite the rages of time. A thick blanket was wrapped around her shoulders, a tea cup in her hands. She placed it down gently, turning her attention to stoke the fire roaring in the stone hearth. Icarus caught a glimpse of her eyes, the same kindness he remembered lingered there. Yes, his mother was okay. Surviving, just as she always did. Tough as nails that one, though it seemed like a few extra lines marked her face, a tired expression painted her lips. His heart ached.
Icarus lingered a bit longer, at least until she retired for the evening. There was no purpose in remaining, and he turned on his heel to retrace his steps back out of town. He immediately collided with something. Heat and heartbeats. No, someone.
“Hey now, ya need to be watchin’ where ya goin’ there, bud.” A strong accent, one he could barely parse or place.
“Oh, so sorry. I guess I didn’t see you there.” Icarus apologized quickly, avoiding meeting this person’s eyes. “Have a good night.”
He tried to side step and keep going, but the man held his arm out. “Hey, not so fast. I saw ya peepin’. Ain’t gonna let that slide to quick, huh? Maybe if ya weren’t so otherwise occupied, ya’d been aware of me.”
“What? You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to deny it quickly, now finally looking up his confronter. The man was a bit taller than him, but not by much. Seemed to be of moderate build and decent tone. His hair was silver, but not with age, the moonbeams almost reflecting off his messy curls. His eyes matched with the same shimmering silver, moving almost like liquid, flowing across his irises in easy waves. Bizarre, Icarus had never seen anything like it.
“I do know. I done seen it.” He crossed his arms, a sly smile crossing his lips. “Ya been up to no good. Lil’ trouble maker.”
“No, I haven’t. Just taking a stroll in the moonlight. What could you know of me?” He dropped his voice to a whisper, looking around for anyway to slip past and make a break for it.
He scratched at his neatly trimmed facial hair. “That your heart is achin’ at bein’ here.” The words were much more somber, serious. “But it was a voice ya couldn’t not follow. Ya had to.”
Icarus bit his lip, uncertain of how to respond or what exactly this man knew. Fortunately, he didn’t need to, the man wrapped his arm around his shoulder, starting to walk and dragging him alongside. “It’s okay, I get it. I ain’t gonna say nothin’ to no one ‘bout it.”
“W-who are you?” Did he know his secret? And if he did, why was he so casual, unafraid?
“Hopefully a friend. That might take time though, now that I consider it.” Each step brought them further away from the house and closer to the edge of the village. “Call me Bones, just a traveler, a tired soul on a long journey. I think that’s somethin’ we share, yeah?”
“You could say that.” The screams of distrust and unease picking at the back of his skull. But he sensed no immediate malice, and curiosity was getting the better of him.
“Good, good. We’re on the same page now.” He took a deep breath, pulling something out of his coat pocket, flicking it up between his lips quickly. “I’ve seen many a dead man walkin’.”
“Yeah, what makes you say that? Do I look dead or something?”
He chuckled, flicking up the fire of a lighter. He brought it up to his mouth, Icarus now realizing it to be a cigarette. “Y’all all share the same look in ya eyes. That same…” He paused to blow smoke out of his nose. “sadness. Don’t know how to put it.”
No point in hiding it. “That’s fair.” Icarus agreed softly, pulling his cloak closer around him.
“Hey, keep that chin up. Ain’t no one like a sour puss.” Bones flashed a soft smile as he pulled his cigarette from his lips. “I know ya don’t know me, and I know this’ll fall on deaf ears, but it’s okay to feel lost, yeah? Ya think ya need to be somewhere, but the gods drag ya halfway ‘round the world, or across the country, hell even across town when ya don’t want to.”
“Sounds like you’ve been there.”
He snorted. “More times than ya’d ever guess, there kiddo.” Bones softened his tone again, continuing slowly. “Still, your heart will find peace, yeah? Just give it time.”
Icarus felt his nose crinkle as the scent of smoke finally crossed him. The two continued walking to the edge of town, the forest’s branches swaying softly in the breeze as if they were dancing in the moonlight. “You know, it’s most unnerving to come up to a stranger and have a deep talk like that.”
Bones raised a brow. “Is it?”
“You don’t sound like you’re from around here, you might not be used to the social customs.”
“Bah, I got enough manners to last me. People are people no matter where ya go.” He tilted his head considering a moment. “May explain the sharp looks I get from Glacideans. Ain’t no one want to talk their truth, I guess. Too busy hiding behind formalities. Ah well, neither here nor there.”
Icarus laughed uncomfortably in response. “I suppose that’s true.”
Bones just smiled in response, giving him a look that said he knew more than he was letting on. “Ah well, I think ya’d better run off home. It’s late as hell, nothin’ good happens once we pass midnight, yeah?”
“Ha, yeah that’s true.” Icarus shuffled his feet,, considering his next words carefuly. “But what if you don’t know where home is anymore?”
The silver haired man cocked his head as he considered the query. “I think home is a bit more transient than that. Sure it could be a house or an apartment or somethin’. But it’s also where ya feel safe, where ya want to be. Where ya can be who ya truly are. Even with family or friends ya don’t always get the chance to do that.”
A silence drifted across the thin layer of snow, disturbed only by the sound of Bones stomping his cigarette butt into the ground with his heavy boot. His head turned suddenly, as if hearing something in the far distance, though the vampire didn’t sense anything. Bones turned back, a dumb grin on his face. “Night’s stretchin’ on. Get on out of here. Maybe if you’re lucky we’ll meet again.”
“I doubt it, but sure. You’re right. It’s time.” Icarus agreed, his head turned to look over his shoulder and back to the sleeping town. He could pinpoint the exact location where his mother now likely lay sleeping. He longed to turn back, but decided not to risk the curiosity of this stranger. “Have a good night, Bones.”
“Yeah, ya too buddy. Take it easy!” He walked backward a few steps before turning and continuing his way along the trail outside of the town.
Icarus flipped his hood down, taking the first steps back between the pines. The feeling of floating covered him, as if he was adrift between the tides. The sleeping town had no place for him, the hospital was suffocating at best most nights. The woods offered more comfort than he had received recently, but at the same time, what of it? It didn’t matter right now. At least for the next few hours he had a place to think, to work himself out. The woods had always been there for him; perhaps that was home? He slumped his shoulders as the lights from the town faded behind him, the moon his only company on the long walk home. It would be enough for now.