𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 - ☺︎︎Hello! You can call me Roxie, and it's nice to meet you. I usually post fan contents here, and they're almost all based on my own hobby, and somebody's requests. But I've also made several OCs before, which are all creepypasta themed.
{OCs}
Wilma Louise (She's creepypasta, but more like hellcrew themed.)
Olivia Henderson
You can ask me more or request what you want me to draw if you want! And I'm from Korea🇰🇷. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻.☺︎︎
(Find out more under here☟︎︎︎)
𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦:
You can request any kinds of fan contents (fanarts, fan HCs, etcs) in a polite, and kind ways. 𝗕𝗨𝗧, 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧:
1. Sexual, or overly violent contents. Plain, and simple.
2. Second generations / ship kids / pregnancys.
3. Specific characters I explain down below👀
Please act respectful and.....just do not interact if you may be harmful or make other people uncomfortable towards anyone. Not in a mean way, just let's respect each others' boundaries and think twice.
Be aware that the blog owner (me) is a minor, and act how you should to them.
Don't make my fanarts, or call me by my nicknames you've made. Just call me 𝗥𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗲, and never make fan contents about 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 unless I give a permission. Or else, do not interect.
𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁:
𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺: Offender man, Jason the toymaker, Nathan the Nobody, Proxies, Happypastas, Animal characters.
𝖧𝖺𝗓𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖧𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅 / 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗏𝖺 𝖡𝗈𝗌𝗌: Valentino
𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗙...
You're a Pedophile, LGB-phobic.
You're just...a bad person-
You don't understand the Basic Rules.
My fav fandoms are creepypasta, hellcrew, gumball, Touhou project, Star butterfly (Little bit too). Once more, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚! Don't worry and interact in a way you're comfortable with (Ask box, DM, etcs). 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲!☘︎☘︎
She has bright red, wavy hair that barely reaches her shoulders. Her skin is completely white and pale, making her look almost lifeless, with no freckles unlike most red-haired people. Her eyes are a dark olive color, and red blood flows from both her eyes, her neck, and her lower body.
She wears light cyan pajama-style dress with dark green accents along the neckline, on her slippers, and on the large bow in her hair. Blood stains cover the outfit, giving her an eerie, zombie-like appearance.
She also always carries her comfort bunny doll, 'Toffy.' Toffy is a light yellow bunny with blood stains on it, a ripped-off right leg with cotton spilling out, and a missing button eye on the right side.
Ethnicity:
Born in Germany, but immigrated to America.
Place of Birth:
Berlin // Germany
Where is she?
She usually hides inside the family’s house, staying in her invisible form. She only reveals herself to the children her age or younger, appearing in their rooms to play with them. She mostly avoids the parents, especially the father, but when they catch her, her playful and harmless behavior shifts to a wicked and eerie presence. The setting is primarily in Los Angeles, America.
Notable features:
Blood flows down on her eyes, neck, and lower body, running down her legs. This causes her to leave bloodstains on the ground? but they disappear in a few minuites due to her ghostly form.
Her voice is high pitched, honeyed childlike, which makes her voice seems like a voice of girl character in disney shows. It lifts up people's feelings, but she can make her voice low and dead, which can stir a protective instinct in others.
She often floats around. Since she’s a ghost, it isn’t difficult for her, and she even claims it’s more comfortable.
Her face is usually emotionless. Whether she’s happy or sad, she doesn’t show her feelings on her face.
Personality:
Before her death -
Kind
Caring
Vurnerable
Obsessive
Lonely
Deeply sad, numb
Submissive
Talkative
Friendly
Clever
Giving
After her death -
Aggressive
Stubborn
Lonely
Extremely obsessive
Anxious
Clever
Intelligent
Capable of being friendly and nice to others who she's close with in a rare occasions
Very quiet
Attention seeker (Therefore, she usually enjoys appearing to the adults and scaring them.)
Low patience
Impulsive
Family Members:
Carl Becker - Olivia's dad (Dead)
Harley Becker - Olivia's mom (Dead)
Anton Becker - Oldest sibling (Dead)
Felix Becker - Second oldest sibling (Dead)
Sophia Becker - Third oldest sibling (Dead)
Joseph Becker - Last oldest sibling (Dead)
Henry Henderson - Stepfather (Killed)
Maria Henderson - Stepmother (Dead)
Weapons of Choices:
A small pocket knife hanging around her pajamas' waistband
Her ghost ability
Abilities:
Possession
Floating
Moving through an object
Invisibility
Mind reading
Psychokenisis
Methods of murder:
Possession is her main ability, which she uses to kill or harm anyone she targets. She essentially inhabits the victim’s body and steals their physical control, manipulating their movements to make it appear like a suicide or self-harm. This is her way of eliminating victims in the least suspicious manner. When she successfully kills her victims, their souls immediately shatter along with their corpses.
When she's overwhelmed by the urge to possess someone and play with their body, she resorts to using a pocket knife to stab them to death. Although it's a rare occurrence for her to kill this way, she'll do so if she's extremely angered or in a necessary situation.
Weaknesses:
Her physical strength isn’t very strong; it’s comparable to that of an average 9-year-old boy. While she may be stronger than children her age, a child's strength can’t match that of an adult.
She also has multiple mental illnesses, including OCD and PTSD, primarily related to feelings of being alone or neglected. Her mental state is quite vulnerable.
Friends (What mostly other children her aged would like)
Fairy tales
Toffy
Sweets, desserts
Playing games (Childish ones. As playing with dolls and toys, hide and seek, eye spy, etcs)
Singing
Revenging over someone hurted her
Hurting the parents who've caught her in their eye
Floating around
Animals
Chatting (Mostly means only with minors)
Dislikes:
Loud noises
Being left alone, lonely
Younger child than her (It scares her what if she gets cared more or be treated more precious and steal some attentions from her. But there can still be some exceptions.)
Anything that triggers her trauma
Adult men (She doesn't dislike ALL OF THEM, but it's true that she always feels small amount of disgust and wariness against them.)
Being isolated
Sticky things
Bugs
Too big foods (She loves eating, but too large foods to chew or swallow makes her feel sick and disgusted.)
Feisty behaviors
Bitter tastes (Coffee, some kinds of teas, etcs)
Catchphrase:
"May I join?"
Backstory:
Olivia Becker Henderson was the youngest child in the Becker family in Berlin, Germany. The family had five children, and Olivia grew up with them until she was about three. However, the household was abusive, and the children were neglected. As a result, Olivia grew up without a close bond with her parents, leading her to develop anxiety and obsessive behaviors at a young age.
After her parents were killed in a mysterious accident, Olivia and her four siblings were sent to a large orphanage connected to the church. There, she faced the discriminatory looks from the kids who were not orphans, feeling lonely in the orphanage due to the lack of affection from the teachers, just as she had in her previous home. The orphanage was filled with the noises of children, but those sounds were usually just the cries of young children desperately hoping to escape their abusive cages. Nonetheless, Olivia remained a cheerful child with a talkative personality, often chirping, "May I join?" whenever adults spoke to try to connect with them. Yet, all she heard in return was "Be quiet," "I'm busy," and other soft but lethal neglects. Many people there didn't care for her or the other orphans in a meaningful way, which continually triggered her trauma of being left behind.
After about two years, a man named Henry and his wife, Maria, decided to adopt Olivia on her fifth birthday in October. Unlike the windy, cold weather outside, Olivia's heart quickly bloomed like spring flowers in the warmth of their love. After she was sent to America with this couple, she began to grow up in a wealthy, caring household. For her adoption gift, she received a cute bunny plushie, which she named "Toffy." With no siblings around, she formed a very close bond with Toffy, treating her like a sister—washing with her, eating with her, and sharing all her feelings day after day. This affection grew bigger and bigger, resembling the bond that real sisters would have.
But happiness didn’t last forever. Her dad, Henry, and mom, Maria, suddenly divorced due to Henry’s gambling addiction. Maria left the household, and Olivia began to live only with Henry when she was seven. After two years, her normal life, which had shielded her from the discriminatory stares of her peers, came crashing down for reasons Olivia found unacceptable. However, Henry remained a responsive father who claimed to love his stepdaughter, so Olivia never doubted his words and tried not to feel sad about her mom leaving. She felt pressured to maintain her happy, confident life, just as she had for the past two years.
Even though Olivia was a strong kid, after the divorce, she felt extremely vulnerable and scared by her mother’s departure. She couldn’t help but internalize it as being thrown away and wasted, which triggered her trauma of neglect and lack of care. Her stepdad Henry exhibited similar symptoms, but his behavior stemmed from his gambling failures rather than sorrow over the divorce. This caused him to become increasingly stressed and harsh towards Olivia, a stark contrast to how he used to treat her. These conditions gradually led to a pattern of child abuse, including sexual assaults. With Henry’s wife gone, he had no other outlet for his lustful instincts, tragically directing them towards Olivia. She felt utterly betrayed and sank into a puddle of shame and deep disappointment.
After her ninth birthday, on Halloween, Olivia had one last fun experience before returning to her abusive, complicated home—no longer a sweet and caring household. When Henry grew irritated by her antics, a simple tussle escalated into a harsh scuffle. He brandished a small pocket knife to threaten Olivia, attempting to make her comply. In the struggle, she was cut by the knife, her voice growing louder and stronger in desperation. Ultimately, in a fit of rage, Henry strangled Olivia to death on her bed, leaving her lifeless.
But after a few days, Olivia rose from her cold, lifeless body to become a ghost, just as she appeared in life. She wasn’t happy about feeling conscious again, but was instead filled with rage and a desire for revenge against Henry. For those curious about what happened to her and Henry in the end, it was Olivia who laughed last. At least she achieved a form of a happy ending—except that she didn’t stop after getting her revenge on Henry and continued to haunt humans until now.
After Olivia transformed into a poor yet aggressive spirit, some say they can still hear the faint, childish whisper of a girl asking, "May I join?" echoing through the soundless, lightless home. The whisper becomes more vivid and pronounced as the anniversary of her death approaches. But don’t worry! She might give you some time to enjoy your last holiday moments, just as she once did...Don’t you think?
Theme song:
Dark Paradise - Lena Del Rey
Extra Art works:
(First design plannings)
Deathtime-
Lifetime-
TMI:
Olivia's zodiac sign is Scorpio.
Her favorite color is green / cyan just like how you can see in her dress design, and her favorate aesthetic is noble & cottage core.
She secretly enjoys collecting child's lost accessories on the ground such as a pink ribbon pin, hairbands, their comfort toys and everything. It brings her nostalgia and comfort. She uses them to redesign them and keep them as her own stuffs.
She even sometimes steals some toys in her victim child's room, whenever she feels jealous about the thing she wants.
Her eyes glow in the dark when her emotions are strong or intense. As it gets stronger, the more her eyes glow.
She's gifted with drawing & writing skills. Her hobbies are almost all what she's especially good at such as drawing, singing, and writings. She likes to create her imaginary characters in her head and express out their storyline when she's bored, or been slightly inspirated.
Her examples of being obsessive is quite simple. She just dossn't want someone who approuched to her to leave her. If the kid wants to go back to their parents instead of playing with her anymore, she'll get mad and hurt the kid. She becomes extremely self-centered when it comes to relationships, and this only makes her to get even more lonely and aggressive.
Not quite sure if it's surprising, but Olivia used to be very curious about what would happen after the death at her lifetime. This curiousity started since she was in the orphanage, and kept questioning the teachers, nuns and priest about what happens after the death.
Now that she knew what happened at least to her, she thinks being dead is something fun to do. She didn't know at first because of the overwhelmed thinking of revenging Henry, but as slowly she became more sane, she started to have a quite positive opinions towards death, which may seem relieving yet eerie at the same time.
Olivia's strength grows strongest at her birth date and death date. So this basically means that the October is the period she's the most active. Her ghost abilities gets harsher and stronger, which can inflict a bigger damage to the victims. But of course it all ends up dead either way.
Her favorite fairy tale is cutely Peter Pan. She's obsessed with the settings of neverland, never getting old. Especially considering Peter Pan's released period is 1950s, Olivia could easily encounter the movie/cartoon.
“Ya need to be more careful, Cian,” Kelly said quietly as they wrapped Cian’s forearm with bandages. A quick but careful and practiced motion, one that they’d done several times before.
“Why? Yer not careful, what the fuck kinda right do ya have to tell me?” The teen shot back, still bitter about being caught with a blade to his arm after only just days ago getting told by Killian to, quote, “Cut that shit out”.
Kelly sighed and stopped bandaging for a moment, “Cus I’m older than ya and ya ain’t dead yet.”
“What does bein’ dead have to do with anything?” Cian asked as he rolled his eyes, already tired of this conversation.
“Cause it could fuckin’ kill you,”
“How would it kill me?”
“Cause of shit like this!” Kelly held up Cian’s arm, showing the unbandaged and vertical line that ran down his forearm.
“Yer fuckin’ lucky I caught you before you went too deep and-” Kelly took a deep breath, not even wanting to think about the damage Cian could’ve caused himself and the loss they might’ve had to experience if he’d really done it deep enough.
“Just…if yer gonna do it, don’t do it like that,” Kelly said through a clenched jaw.
“Don’t tell me what to-”
“PLEASE Cian,” Kelly said, the pain in their voice now clear, “It ain’t worth it, it ain’t worth the infection, and it ain't worth yer life. Yer arms are still clean and clear enough, don’t do what I do,”
Kelly finished the bandage and started undoing their own.
The skin on their left forearm was uneven, some raised, lines, burns, and bruises going in every which direction. A mess of scar tissue and pain all put onto flesh. The sight made Cian go still.
“It’s not worth it, kid,” Kelly said, desperate for Cian to hear them, to understand.
“I know yer not gonna stop. Killian tellin’ you to stop isn’t gonna do shit. But just…don’t…go overboard…please.”
The room was silent for a little while after that, neither of them were sure of what to say, but it seemed like Kelly had at least sort of gotten through to Cian.
Without a word, Cian got the roll of bandages and started to wrap Kelly’s arm. Not as cleanly as Kelly had done his, but good enough. They appreciated the effort.
“Why don’t you stop?” Cian asked, this time without any sarcasm.
“Too late for me,” Kelly said, “And even if I could, I think we both know I wouldn’t.”
It was quiet again until Kelly patted Cian on the back and stood up, “Ya’ want somethin’ to eat? I was comin’ to get you for dinner anyway,”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Cian replied, wiping his eyes to prevent the tears that might’ve started to flow down his cheeks.
Without another word, Kelly wrapped an arm around Cian’s shoulders and walked him down the hall.
“If you do ever need help with cleaning up and bandaging though…I can help,” Kelly mumbled quickly before pulling Cian into the kitchen with them.
Gonna try to get The Hellcrew RP blogs active and running again. The blogs are:
@juliusthedressmaker @killianlynch @cian-lynch @devlindoherty @octaviandoherty @sullivan-sweeney @riandoherty @kellyduffy @nevan-walsh I still need to make ones for Luce and Duvessa.
Anyway. If you've ever wanted to get the chance to actually talk to The Hellcrew and hear from them, instead of about them... Then go spam their ask boxes!
