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The bite of salt from the ocean breeze on a cold day. The hurried steps taken on the way home when a blizzard approaches. Worries melting away at the fireside. The light of dawn easing the sky back into warm colors. The scent of orange blossoms. And always, always a hand at your back, promising to catch you if you fall.

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OC in Fifteen

tagged by @kaiusvnoir!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Here's 8 from Han...

"I'm a woodsman; nothing more."

"Could you tell me your name, kiddo?"

"It's just chamomile," the man explained. "It's probably too hot to drink right now, but the cup should warm up your hands."

"You know, Tenken," Han began, "I haven't had guests in a very long time." He spoke without looking at the boy. "Then those squires came stomping into my woods… Sure, they could probably scare off most wildlife this time of year, but some dangers cannot be dissuaded." A small, strange smile flitted across his lips for half a moment before disappearing. "Everything about them was obnoxious -- but you know that better than I do, don't you?"

"I suppose that's the right question," Han admitted aloud. He opened one eye to peer over at Tenken. "I used to know Kazran, once upon a time."

"Don't let your guard down just yet, kiddo. You don't know if I'm full of crap or not."

"Tenken, I didn't even know you existed before I found you crumpled in the snow. What could I possibly want from you?"

"Surely you must have assumed there was a reason he never told you that you have an uncle?" Han's lips curled into an almost ugly expression for a moment. "But perhaps there is more to it than that, after all."

Tagging: @kaylinalexanderbooks @cabaretofwords @floweryprosegarden @camillenrose @mjparkerwriting @steamboat-baby @ashley-woods

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My bestie Punkin drew Saber's protag Tenken for me as a gift! You can find the original post on her Itaku!

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OC Picrew Tag

Thanks as ever to @toribookworm22! <3

Tagging: @mjparkerwriting @kaiusvnoir @bamboorocket

Here's a very cozy Tenken!

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i have been thinking a lot about the way that words sound when no one is there to hear them. there is no such thing as silence -- not on a green earth; not on this green earth. the violence would be treacherous if only we didn't expect it.

they say it matters when we think of people as children, siblings, parents, cousins. they say it matters when we wear their shoes. why does it not matter when people are just people -- when people are clay that breathes life even without a name?

but you are more than clay. you are more than flesh. you are more than a heart that cries out from beneath the rubble of anguish.

i want to say,

"i hear you; i hear you; i hear you,"

the way a green field whispers into gold. i want you to know that i love you, and even if i didn't, i would still want you to live. we all look the same when we die; frozen, like snow, like water yet to return home.

"come home," i will say, and make the shape of a house with my hands. "come home," where the violence has ended, and i can hear your voice, sparkling like tomorrow.

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snippet time!

Argos bit his lip, his brow furrowing as he felt Airin’s forehead. Her dark hair was damp with sweat, and she groaned without opening her eyes.

Her physiology was not quite human — close enough that his usual methods would soothe her for a time, but far enough that the effects didn’t last. Argos frowned.

Isrun paced behind him, his heavy steps creaking the floorboards of the cramped room. His boots clunked as they hit the floor. Argos didn’t need to see his husband’s face to know which expression he wore.

“There has to be something we can do,” Isrun said. “A medicine, or some kind of magic?”

Argos shook his head.

“Perhaps, but I don’t know which.” He sighed, pushing aside his blond bangs to rub at his temples. What would Adrian say?

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collecting all the writeblr bisexual ocs and putting them together like little trinkets in a jar

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u know what, even if my writing isnt the BEST, i still made it all on my own. like there was a blank word doc and i filled it up with my own words, my own story. i took what was in my head and i made it a real thing. idk i feel like that alone is something to be proud of.

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im trying to remind myself lately that writing doesn't have to just mean writing a book. i can write random stuff that i never have to look at again !! i can make up characters and abandon them without feeling guilty !! i do not need to be creating an 'end result' to enjoy this hobby !!!!!!!!!!

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“i will never be able to write like them :(” and neither should you? you are your own special self and that’s what you should be recognized for

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where in the sibling order is your oc?

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Of all your current/active OCs, which one is the oldest, in terms of when you created them?

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oh no, have you made yourself cry over your silly little writing? have your silly little characters upset you because of the plot YOU made?

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Embrace the silliness. Embrace the meaningfulness.