Want to explore your original characters’ dynamics and share them with other creatives? Or maybe you’re making new OCs and need ideas for their relationships to each other? Welcome to OC Dynamics Week!
OC Dynamics Week is an event taking place on August 18th - August 24th 2025. There is a prompt for each day of the week and three bonus prompts! Simply post your creation (any medium!) about your original characters using one of the given prompts. Fill one prompt or all of them, does not matter, just make something and have fun! Use the tag #ocdynamicsweek25 so that other participants and I can see it!
I will be reblogging your creations on this blog!
Rules:
Original characters only! Fandom OCs are fine, but the characters within the dynamic must be OCs.
Make something (writing, visual art, some other creation) with a given prompt, then post it on Tumblr during Oc Dynamics Week and use the hashtag #ocdynamicsweek25. Interpret the prompts freely and include as many OCs within the dynamic as you wish!
There are no strict rules for what content is allowed. However, I may choose not to reblog something if I feel that it goes against the spirit of the event (AI generated content, hateful content etc).
Event is over but you still want to do the prompts? No worries, keep working on the daily prompts or fill the bonus prompts if you wish! I'll keep reblogging posts for a while after the event is over.
Bonus rule: interact with at least one other creation for each piece you make yourself! Like, reblog, leave a reply, or even send the creator a message if you want - let’s spread the love! ♡
Prompts:
Day 1. roommates / competitive
Day 2. best friends / soft
Day 3. co-parents / awkward
Day 4. cousins / playful
Day 5. lovebirds / shy
Day 6. coworkers / curious
Day 7. distant relatives / difficult
Bonus prompts:
ex-friends / formal
strangers / suspicious
neighbors / vulnerable
Prompt guide
each prompt contains a type of relationship and an adjective. you can fill a day's prompt in one of 3 ways (using the first prompt as an example): 1. use only the type of relationship → make a piece about roommates, 2. use only the adjective → make a piece about ocs who have a competitive dynamic OR 3. use both → make a piece about roommates who have a competitive dynamic.
only do the prompts you want to do! you can do the bonus prompts after the event if you want to keep going, or you can swap out one of the main prompts for a bonus prompt.
Asks are open in case you have any questions! Happy creating!♡
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<- Day 2 - Day 4 ->
Written for the @ocdynamicsweek event!
Featured WIP: Pride & Justice
Featured Dynamic: Pride and Kindness (and Justice is in there a little bit)
Contains: mentions of injury, mentions of torture, there's religious imagery that goes along with that injury and torture stuff, bystander guilt (?), embarrassing one's little brother
Truce
Bored of staring at his bedroom wall, Pride stood up. The burns and bruises ached in protest, but he ignored them to shuffle across the carpet into the hall. At the very least, he wanted to be bored and in pain somewhere he could stare at a bad TV show. Luckily his black eye had reduced enough that he could see out of it, and he wasn’t re-opening his wounds every time he moved. Justice might even be happy to see him get out of bed by himself. Unbeknownst to him, this wasn’t the first time Pride had gotten up on his own, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
And unfortunately for them both, a lot of things could hurt them now.
Pride pressed a hand against the wall for support as he limped down the hallway, gritting his teeth to keep from wincing. The burns on his palms made everything harder. He couldn’t touch or hold anything without the sting racing up his veins, throbbing red and angry. And unlike the scattered, ugly welts that marked his shoulders, face, and chest, his hands were horrifically unique—he’d taken to keeping his fingers curled to avoid looking at the cross.
He kept his head down to concentrate, to focus on moving. He had to at least make it to the end of the hall before collapsing. Justice would be there, probably. He’d insist on helping, which would be nice. As long as he made it that far, it would be a success.
When his hand ran out of wall, Pride gripped the corner. “Hey, Justice, can you—”
“He went out.”
Pride jerked his head up and found a different angel standing in their living room. It was Kindness, in her long white robes and generous afro rimmed with the light of her halo. She had a hand on the bookshelf, long fingers trailing off the spine of a novel Justice had read at least four times. She stared at him. He stared back.
“Out?” Pride asked, after a long pause.
“He said he had errands to run,” she replied, “and asked me to keep an eye on you.”
“Oh.”
Kindness nodded, gaze wandering all around the room. Pride tapped the wall with his nails. The air in the room condensed to gelatin. He considered going back to his room. Boredom might be boring, but this was worse.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, finally.
“You can’t tell?” he asked in reply.
“I can. But Justice said you don’t like that angels can feel your pain, so I should ask you instead.”
Of course he did. “Well, I still feel like shit. I was going to come out and feel like shit on the couch instead, but if you’re in here, I can…”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
Kindness gestured to the couch, and to be fair, she was not sitting on it. But the entire room felt so… occupied. By something else. Something Pride would rather leave for another time, and possibly forever. But Justice really wanted them to get along—he never said it, but Pride could tell. He had a feeling both of them could tell.
“Cool,” he said. “Thanks.”
And then he waddled his way to the couch. Kindness reached an arm out to him, which he cautiously took. They inched the rest of the way across the floor, and she gently lowered him onto the cushion.
"Thanks,” he repeated. “Again.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, smiling gently. She took her arm away and turned back to the bookshelf.
Pride folded his hands in his lap. The remote was on the side table, an arm’s length away, but it felt dangerous to break the silence. Kindness plucked a book from the collection and sat down next to him, a polite distance away. She ran her fingers over the cover, but didn’t open it. Pride twiddled his thumbs, watching her in his periphery.
He’d only met her once in that darkened church, but up close, she really did look like Justice. She had the same round cheeks, big eyes, and a cheerful spray of freckles across her wide nose. If Justice didn’t make a point of calling her his “older sister,” Pride might have guessed they were twins. Or as close to twins as two angels could get. His gut twisted up in a knot.
“I heard you talking,” Pride blurted, for no reason other than it was choking him to death. “You and Justice, the other night.”
Kindness twitched her lips into a smile, staring down at her book. “I know. I felt… you.”
He winced a little. “Sorry.”
“I don’t think he noticed, though.”
“What? Why not?”
She shrugged. “He didn’t even notice you left your room. I think he’s lost the sense.”
Pride furrowed his brow at his hands. If Justice was losing his angelic touch already, then he was as close to human as Pride was. Hanging on to divinity by a thread.
“Are you angry at me?”
He blinked when the question came out of Kindness’ mouth and not his own. “Why would I be mad at you?”
“Because I think I would be.” She traced the title of the book in her lap. “I think I am.”
The knot tightened. “Mad… at me?”
“And myself. For not being able to protect him.”
He nodded a little, swallowing to stall for time. “I am kind of stealing your brother from you, so I wouldn’t blame you if you were pissed.”
Kindness let out a tiny laugh. “Is it ‘stealing’ if he said he’d follow you anywhere?”
“Manipulation is sort of what demons do.”
“But you aren’t doing that.” She finally faced him, with a gaze as strong and confident as the statement she made. “Are you?”
“It would be easier if I was, but…” Pride snorted, staring at his hands again. “Honestly, I think he’s stealing me.”
“From who?”
“Myself. Who I used to be.”
From the corner of his eye, he saw her smile with a twinge of grief. “Then I’m… happy. For both of you.”
Pride blinked. He raised his head just to make sure he wasn’t having a pain-induced hallucination, or a crazy fever dream, but no. Kindness looked at him with a disorienting amount of warmth and acceptance that he wasn’t sure he could handle.
“Th-thanks, I guess,” he said. He made an awkward gesture to her. “And I guess while I’m at it, thanks for saving my ass back there.”
She flinched, the happy glow fading. “Justice was the one who saved you, I…” Kindness pinched her eyes shut and slumped. “I’m sorry.”
“Justice didn’t even know where we were until you called him.”
She shook her head. “I should have stopped her. I’m sorry.”
A weight attached itself to his newfound human heart and dragged it down into his gut. Pride wet his lips with his tongue, still thick and fuzzy from the crumpled-up pages of the Holy Book shoved into his mouth. Every angel in that church stood and watched as Honesty “brought the truth” to him. Except one.
“I don’t think you could have,” Pride told her. “She would have done the same thing to you as she did to Justice.”
“Almost did,” Kindness corrected. “Thanks to you.”
He shrugged, because there was nothing to say. Even if he had died there, it would have been worth everything to shield Justice from going through the same torment he suffered. To save him from having those damn scars on his back. He’d do anything.
Kindness shifted on the couch to face him, solemn and sincere. “I’m sorry I needed an… example. To remember my purpose, and extend it to you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’m sorry I freaked the fuck out when you showed up here the first time.”
When she laughed, her teeth flashed a little, and he was struck by another thing she and Justice did almost exactly the same. He smiled, a tad hopeful.
“You know,” he began, a fresh start, “every time Justice got homesick, the first thing he did was talk about you.”
“No, did he?”
“Oh yeah, all the time. He really missed you.”
She put a hand on her chest. “I’ll have to hug him later, that’s so sweet.”
“I think he told me the story of how you two decided to model your bodies after each other, like, eight times.”
Kindness sighed knowingly. “He loves that story. Well, he does now, after he softened up.”
Pride raised an eyebrow. “Was there ever a time when Justice wasn’t the texture of a marshmallow?”
She gasped and her eyes went wide, like he’d said something rude. She put a hand over her mouth. “Oh no. I thought he must have told you.”
“Told me what?”
“Well…” She glanced at the front door, chewing on her nails. “I don’t know, he doesn’t like when I bring it up…”
Pride scooted a cushion over. “Come on, you have to tell me now.”
Kindness smiled around her fingers, shooting one last glance at the door. “He’s going to throw a tantrum when he gets back.”
“Pfft, I’ll risk it.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “Tell me.”
“Okay, so, when Justice was first assigned to his regiment, he took it very seriously. All he talked about for ages was his duty to God, the importance of his virtue, defending the weak, and being all serious. He barely smiled, I don’t think he even laughed.”
Pride’s jaw hit the couch cushion. “No fucking way.”
“And this is when he was first inducted as an Angel of Justice, his whole assignment was to walk in circles and learn how to pick up a sword with arms instead of throwing around wheels of fire.”
He put a hand on his face, almost too stunned to believe it. “So you’re telling me our Justice, the guy who cries if he sees too many kittens playing in a basket, had an edgy phase when he could barely swing a butter knife?”
“It was ridiculous, imagine if this was how acted all the time.” She puffed up her chest and made an exaggerated frowny face. “’Dear Sister, I cannot speak now, I must stand in a corner and brood about the nature of justice.’” Pride burst out laughing, throwing his hand over his eyes. She turned the other way. “’My friends, I can no longer partake in such frivolous activities, now that I am a defender of justice.’”
“Ow, ow, stop, I’m too fucking injured for this!” He laughed so hard he doubled over, and flared up almost all his bruises in the process. “You are fucking with me, there’s no way!”
“That was my life!” Kindness laughed along with him, but it was significantly more exasperated. “He never stopped, it was agony!”
“Was it centuries?”
She rubbed her temples. “I don’t know. I don’t know, I don’t even want to think about it.”
“How did you fix him?”
“By the mercy of the Lord, it was mostly an act.” The humor in her smile faded to one of simple fondness. “All he needed was someone to show him that defense of the weak isn’t all about fighting the cruel. It’s about compassion too.”
Pride felt a weird swell in his chest. Justice never failed to see the best in the worst of the people he met—sometimes going to absurd lengths in his opinion—and always found a way to connect it back to his virtue by talking about treating people justly. It wasn’t about what his opinion was, but about what everyone deserved, even the shittiest people. He went out of his way to be everybody’s friend, even people who didn’t want his friendship, even people who didn’t really deserve it.
Even a demon.
“Yeah,” Pride said. “You really rubbed off on him, I think.”
“I like to think so,” Kindness replied, and if she knew what he was thinking, she didn’t let on. “For the sake of his dignity, if nothing else.”
The front door opened. Pride perked up at the sound of rustling bags and jangling keys. He locked eyes with Kindness.
“I’m back,” Justice called, poking his head around the corner. “Thanks for—Oh! Pride, you’re up!”
“I’m up,” he said, with a short wave.
“That’s great! Right?” He rushed up to the couch, crouched down, and took both his hands. “You’re feeling better? It’s not too much?”
Pride couldn’t help a smile. “Better enough to lay on the couch instead of my bed.”
Kindness chimed in, “All I had to do was help him sit. He did the rest all on his own.”
“That’s wonderful.” Justice beamed, happier than he’d looked in a while. “What have you two been doing?”
While Kindness hiccupped in surprise, Pride shrugged innocently. “Just chatting.” He stroked Justice’s cheek with the back of his fingers, and watched his pretty eyes sparkle. “We were talking about you a little.”
“Me?”
“Mhmm. And out of curiosity, were you ever going to tell me how seriously you took your first assignments?”
All the joy drained out of his face. He fixed his gaze on Kindness. “What did you do?”
She tried to hide behind her hands. “I’m sorry! I thought you told him already!”
“Why would I ever tell anybody about that?”
Pride was already cackling as the siblings bickered back and forth, and eventually Justice gave up. He groaned into his hands, clearly in agony, but it only made him laugh harder.
“I told you he’d throw a tantrum,” Kindness said.
“I deserve to!” Justice said, muffled.
Pride tried to console him, stroking his locs. “It’s not that bad.”
“It’s worse because you said that.”
“At least it’s funny?”
Justice groaned again, and Pride had a feeling this was going to be another embarrassing story he’d beg them not to speak about. He shared a look with Kindness, and knew both of them were absolutely going to tell people about it.
SOME CONTEXT CUZ I REALISE PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW ME MAY SEE THIS POST: the cat is actually a human boy and his name his actually Jamil but I call him Cherry as a little nickname (it feels more fitting for a cat). He lives with the wizard Asher because he got turned into a cat by Asher and the guy doesn't know how to turn him back. Technically kidnapping, but whatever.
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The silence passes between them.
Does he?
It takes more than just yearning
for a dear friend to walk beside.
It takes a leap of faith.
As Ciel Yuezheng and Zhou Ren
walk together down Tenpei’s ever-
shifting streets, inevitability forces
them to finally confront that question:
Do they, for the other, dare take the leap?
OC Dynamics Week 2025 - Day 1 (competitive) - A Small Spar
Combination of Mega Man-style pixel art with a PICO-8 text font as well as the resolution of the Fairchild Channel F (sort of, i went for 102x58 but some sources say it can do 104x60).
This stars two OCs of mine who's involved with swordfighting. On the left is Luca Rosaria (he/him), and on the right is Captain Eri (she/her).
Currently, the picture depicts Luca just managing to parry Eri's current attack.
