Which OC Was First? What Was This OC Story Of Creation?

Which OC was first? What was this OC story of creation?

My first ever OC must be Maple(splash)! She started off as a Warriors Cats OC but as I grew away from the fandom she evolved into a new world and a new character. I made her when I was like 10 😭 her and I have been through thick and thin ngl

What motivated me to make her was a character from the books called Spottedleaf and another cat named Mapleshade. I loved those two even though at first I thought they were the same characters/related :')

She was a warrior cat that was energetic but a loner, if that makes sense(?). It definitely made sense to me all those years ago.

I got a lot criticism for her design since she wasn't a "natural" cat (excluding the wings, since those came way later, I mean her colouring here), and the FB groups for Warriors Cats were so strict with it so 😭 rip.

Maple is my pookie though, a reminder of my old cringe but good days

After that my second OC was for Creepypasta and the one after that was for Supernatural. All old fandoms but really full of so many memories.

Wife and Husband (Jiyans the wife)

SCREAAAMINGG

Just by the pose you see who wears the pants in this relationship.

It's giving "he asked for no pickles"

"Soft little petals of light flicker across the darkening sky like little light bugs of the faraway cosmos. Lush grass kisses her nape and tickles her ears as she rests in this field, so far away and even further still. It allows for a brief moment of reprieve from the cacophony of this world that is not her own, the little bit of peace her heart desperately bled for continuously. From here she looks at the sky and the little lofty clouds sailing through it. It greatly reminds her of the sky she watched as a kid.

Memories of today flow through her mind, cuddling themselves up behind her eyelids along with countless others, ones that span from the day she was learning to walk. Prompted by a child she glimpsed today, taking their first step into their mother’s arms. 

Similar experiences bind themselves into a string that Jien feels like she can tie around her neck. The memories are real, and remain the only thing to anchor her to reality and the belief that she herself is still here. They urge her to eat breakfast in the mornings and they lick the tears from her eyes before she slumbers in the night. What would she be without these memories but a hollow bone?

For once more she finds herself wishing she could take the dirt road that leads to her home again. And in her mind’s eye she imagines herself doing so, remembering every pebble and blade of grass as she walks through the retelling of a time long gone. She walks up the rocky hill, feeling small, realizing  she is half the height she is now, making her heart jump with each step. And once she finally reaches the top and the front of the door, her little lungs gasping for spring air, she feels grown again, towering in the old doorway. The house is empty. Everything is the same way it was nearly two decades ago. There is no one waiting for her. Not people, not her pets, and the books hold no words but blank pages.

Jien opens her eyes, feeling a wetness bubble to her lash line, and she breathes a heavy sigh, tail swishing from one side to the other in the bed of grass she made, her shoulders slacking. 

She wants to just … be. She doesn’t want to continue, her heart screams for rest, oozing blood from every crevice in hopes she’d notice it and stop. But she moves forward, somewhere, prompted by the same heart to do so. It makes no sense. Why can’t she just sit here forever? Staring at the skies and waiting for stars, walking through endless woods and halls of her home?"

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Waiting for the day you start to write for Jinhsi, because you know damn well you wouldn't be able to get me out of your inbox

Y'know what.

Years have been taken from her childhood, traded for the heavy weight of an entire nation and an endless stream of meetings and paperwork and surface courtesies. Her home was traded for the one closer to her work place, a place of high surveillance and held under lock and key, and her door remained forever locked during the night with the threat of waking up with a blade to her neck.

Day in and day out, Jinshi worked tirelessly to see this goal to its end. She did not complain, not once, and took bite after bite, each one bigger than the last and way more than she could chew, but she still worked it out. The people’s happiness and safety was on the line, and it was her duty to see the nation bloom into a light never seen before.

Jinshi is the madam magistrate, bound for life in this field. During the day she is the snow that never melts in the dreaded summer heat, pelted with a regal glow that none dare touch.

But for now, she is yours. Just Jinhsi. Not the Magistrate, boss or ma’am. And you dare touch her, hold her head to your chest and caress her as a soft sigh fans across your collarbone. The candle on the bedside cabinet is slowly burning out, dimmign the dying light further but this night has only just begun. Her long frosty hair slips between your fingers with ease as you brush it from the roots down. Over and over again, talking with her about the long day, and how much you missed one another.

The city can have her during the day, but by night she was yours to hold. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

A/N: This is just a little taste of Jinshi writing....

Dr. ratio pngs. Feel free to use it, if you want :3

Could you please write some hcs for Mortefi, Jiyan, and Calcharo with a shy and anxious reader?

A/N: thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy these. It's my first time writing Calcharo so I hope I did him justice

Contents: Jiyan x Reader. Mortefi x Reader, Calcharo x Reader, all separate, gn s/o, fluff, a bit of crack ngl

Jiyan:

-Keen eyes is one of Jiyan’s best characteristics, and when it comes to you that trait of his gets amplified tenfold. He knows you more and more, day by day, and he keeps little mental notes of your person

-Just a person, and even more so as a medic at heart, Jiyan is able to notice your anxious behavior from a long mile away, and he does do his best to ease you in situations where he can

-He would never leave you alone if the situation is something you can’t handle, or if you’re simply feeling unwell - unless you voice it that you want to be alone

-Patience of a saint and the gentleness of a flower. It’s one of his best virtues, being able to lead an army like a general but remain soft and giving, not allowing his heart to turn to stone

-He does have the tendency to reach for your hand if he sees you really nervous or fidgeting. Sometimes he’d take your hand in both of his and massage your knuckles and fingers with one hand, all while asking if you’re alright and if there’s anything you’d like him to do

-When he’s on the front lines and comes across any medicinal herbs that could help you, he send them to you with a little heartfelt note on how to best prepare it, make it into tea or even possibly incense 

-Always there to listen to you if you have anything to let off your chest

-If it makes it easier, he also talks for you in situations where you may be overly exhausted or simply don’t have the strength to talk to the other person. He never oversteps this though, he doesn’t say something you may not agree to

-Lots of people know you because they see you two so close together all the time, and due to that you have their respect. Some may even fear to land a finger on you since they’d rather not have the General hounding them down

-Jiyan may also have his mother check in on you when he’s away on the battlefield and when he can’t be there for you

Mortefi:

-Yapper one thousand deluxe and the enemy of anxiety if you ask me

-Not that he doesn’t know what or how it feels like, he had his moments too, but he has grown into the man that he is today. Anxiety fears HIM.

-He is a bit dense, so he may come off as if he’s trying to scold you when he catches you holding back on saying something, especially if it’s directed at him

-He encourages you to just talk, spill it out, he will not scold you for voicing your thoughts and in many situations he even looks forward to what you have to say

-He doesn’t mind quiet. If he sees some silence will do you good he will just shut it, occasionally flicking his lighter - the sound is just so satisfying and calming in times like this

-Mortefi isn’t too big on PDA, but on occasion he will place his hand on your shoulder or back to guide you through a crowd of perhaps down the hall. It’s a small little reminder that he has your back

-Doesn’t tolerate anyone that may have something unsavory to say about your shyness or anxiety. He is blunt and sharp, and says exactly how disappointed he is in the person that says so. And what could hurt more than being called an idiot by THE Mortefi in the most eloquent way that it leaves you questioning if it was flattery or well disguised cussing

-Mortefi also gets into the habit of leaving behind little things and trinkets for you, usually little sweet treats to get your spirits back up, but sometimes it may be little notes too to remind you to not lose courage or reminding you to eat

Calcharo:

-When he first notices you are really quiet and fidgety and refuse to meet his gaze he doesn’t think too much of it - at the end of the day you wouldn’t be the first nor the last one that is afraid of him

-But as time passes and you two bond and grow close, he realizes it’s not just fear of him, but also something much deeper and complex, something he can’t quite grasp yet and that leaves him puzzled

-Does ask some questions in regards to why you feel so anxious, or why you can’t just say what’s on your mind to certain people - especially to those that deserve to have a taste of their medicine

-He may not fully understand now, but he doesn’t deny that this exists and that it should be treated with some delicacy

-Now that is something he fears he can’t do. Softness is not his forte. He can’t hold you like a mother holds a baby, that gentleness evades him, and he can’t tell you love poems to ease your heart, that kind of creativity never came naturally to him

-But he can ensure your safety, through and through. If someone is bothering you, they won’t be doing so for much longer. If you need something from the markets and are anxious to go since it’s too crowded, he is going in your stead. If someone dares to be rude to you in front of him, they’ll be lucky to walk away with their spirit still within them.

-He does his best to accommodate you, even when it may be unreasonable to do so. 

-He is short and direct with words, so he does tell you things that seem odd to him in regards to his behavior, the same way he does to his men - but the difference is that there is much more..care in his tone when speaking to you. He cares for his team, but even more so for you

-Calcharo may look like a big scary dog that bites everything that moves, but if you come to him asking for a hug because your anxiety spiked and you just need to be held, he is opening his arms and pulling you into a gentle little bear hug and holding you until you start to pull away

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.