#scribbles oc

I love these sketches, she's definitely more of a leggy character! Pear shaped?

Powers are back with super speed and electricity and breaking sound barriers uwu

Heeerre we have em! Viri and River!

Two down, these more to go!

Jackie

Kaylier

Pup

Dare

Ahanti

Sprout

Clova

Charlie White

Alex Shadion

Signy

A young child, under the shadow of the great tree, spectacles held by bands fastened behind her head of adorned with cropped hair. In her lap, she reads a fairy tale - a tale of a princess, with a wicked stepmother and an oblivious kingly father. A princess who takes solace in her little woodland friends, speaking to them and creating little clothing and accessories.

The young girl smiled, flipping to the next pages.

She was reaching the preparation for the ball when a rustling above caught her attention. Looking up, the child barely had enough time to register a blurry ball of brown - an acorn that conked her on the head and fell onto her book. Then, a scurrying on the tree, and soon, a squirrel had made its way, cautiously, right beside her head.

“Hello there,” the girl smiled, voice as soft as she could make it lest she spook the critter. “Is this your acorn?”

The squirrel simply kept looking at her, perfectly still. Then, it squeaked and descended the rest of the way down and towards the girl’s lap.

“It must be yours, then.” The child remained still. “Go on.”

Her heart fluttered when the critter came closer. ‘Just like in the fairy tales,’ she thought.

The squirrel snatched it up, and the young girl could swear she heard a “Thank you!” come from it before it began its ascent towards the top of the tree.

The child remained dumbfounded, but in her heart, a little burst of glee.

Ye mane, I just wanna separate my fandom OCs from my Original OCs (I know OC is Original Character) and Im first starting off with: Fandom OCs. Most of these are created to RP with a friend, others just because I like to give personality to character inserts in games!

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Clova Kaiwi - A Pokemon OC. She’s mute Trainer and guides her Pokemon through visual cues rather than verbal commands, and is planning to open an Aether-style sanctuary with more accurate natural habitats. Her family is filthy rich. Apart from training she mostly rehabilitates injured Pokemon, and her family is all over the place in different Teams.

Charlie White - BBC Sherlock OC. She’s a taxi cab driver with no real weight on any plot other than having Sherlock and John as her favorite passengers because they give her an excuse to really let herself go in the taxi cab. She’s also in the mafia family but doesn’t really delve into shady practices.

Willow Woods/Walfa - She’s a FNAF OC with two types: Nightguard and normal employee, or the Sad Ending of being Walfa the Wolf at Francine’s Furest Family Diner.

Alexia Shadion - A Gravity Falls OC, edging into original. She comes from an occult-obsessed family and, as is tradition, was given a very ‘elegant’ and ‘fancy’ name. She shares her family’s love for the occult, dark, and monstrous but even she has a hard time with their overbearing lifestyle. 

Sprout - Boyfriend to Death OC. My friend pulled me into this fandom and I’ve only played the first game but Sprout is still fun to use for memes between my friends and a go-to for inserting characters. That’s not to say that holy shit this is some dark stuff.

Signy - HTTYD OC that I made with a friend. She’s tough, competitive, athletic, and adores the best father in the whole world, Fishlegs.

My babbyyyy. I really wanna work on her story but... neh.

She knew what to expect. She knew they were coming. She knew she fucked up the moment she pulled the trigger.

She wasn’t expecting them to come so quickly though.

But, then again, she barely had any materials to make a camp, and the fire was a beacon in the dark night.

Three figures were holding back Magpie, who neighed frantically and bucked.

“Leave her alone,” Tanner cried, her own arms held back by two figures whose faces she couldn’t quite read. The fire had been put out. She was in total darkness. 

Yet they seemed to be able to navigate around the makeshift campsite just fine.

“My, my. Look at you.”

An all too familiar voice. Tanner tensed up, her breath caught in her throat. 

“No...”

Tanner grunted when her chin was grabbed by the figure in front of her, eyes slowly easing up to the darkness. That chiseled face, those painted lips, and blue eyes that almost sparkled in the moonlight.

“Fuck off,” Tanner spat, crying out when her arms twisted at an odd angle. “Fuck!”

“Do you know who I am?” That soft yet threatening voice. 

Silence.

“Well?”

“Don’t be like that.” Tanner spat through clenched teeth, then gasped when her legs were wiped away from under her and she fell painfully to the ground on her knees.

In front of her, the woman took Tanner’s chin in her hand again. 

“Well?”

Tanner hissed, pretty sure she felt a shoulder pop. Mustering up all the strength she had, she grinned at her.