ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to sadomasochistically torture fictional characters
Not soulmates but it always had to be them and they weren't destined to be together but they were doomed to be but also it took everything for them to get here and also it was never supposed to happen but also it always was and had to happen this way. Hope this helps
i loooooove giving my ocs perpetrator trauma. you hurt people, used and abused and destroyed them, and you will never wash out that stain. you will grow resentful of forgiveness because you refuse to forgive yourself. they don't know what you did like you do. you wear that knowledge like armor, like a sick badge of shameful pride. you can't cut off the hand that struck out and throw it away. you can't pull out your teeth and become something kinder, something more vulnerable.
I am actually so serious I think it really messes with a childs creativity and joy to tell them to never make a mary sue OC. Like that unbridaled form of joy where you make a self insert OC who super cool and everyone loves them and they have every superpower in the world SHOULD be something a kid makes, it nourishes their ability to create things for fun and not be stifled by "oh but what if my character is too overpowered and cringey...". whatever
There's something genuinely inspiring about seeing a bunch of fanart and microfiction and deep meta analysis about a character you've never heard of cross your dash, and you assume they're from a piece of media you're not caught up on, but later you learn that it's some random person's OC that six of their friends are super enthusiastic about, and they only seem omnipresent because you happen to be following like three of those six friends. There truly is no minimum viable size for a character-based fandom.