#abe oc

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realization

I was cheking my OCs and thinking about what souldni draw,a vídeo about SCPs appeared for me and then i realized that all my characters could be SCPs but i don't know how to classifie them

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isaac crane, ravenloft’s newest and most nervous warlock of the realm. say hi, buddy, it’s ok!

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have a blurry and cropped-too-small page of doodles and sketches from 1 am on New Years Day

(cropped out bits under the cut)

is any of this even legible lol

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Pose for the fans

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Abe also know as 125

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information about Abe

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Ok since there’s no oc specified, I’m gonna talk abt Abe!  Xe’s 6 foot on the dot, which is very important to xem. The Beatles were kind of like xir gateway band into 60′s-ish music, but has since fallen far more in love with Creedence Clearwater Revival and Jimmy Hendrix. Xir parents are divorced, but it wasn’t all that messy, which makes xem the only one of the four (xe, Kira Mae, Romeo, and Deja) who’s parents still talk to each other. :/ Xe love baseball w xir whole being, and is determined to teach Kira how to play it. I like making playlists for my ocs, and really wanted to have an oc that wasn’t into alt music (bc every other one is, p much). I was like “okay. Oc that would like pop. Here we go!” And then I started doodling designs and.. I mean like technically The Beatles did some pop? But ah well lmao x) at least I get to collect all my favorite 60′s song in one place now! Xir Jewish on both sides, but if you ask xem about the religion, xe’ll tell you vague stuff from the middle school religion unit. It’s complicated. (I’m totally not projecting at all). Xir also aroace and enby and xir favorite Star Trek character is either Jake or Nog. 

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Notes: written 12.8.20, a very short story about my ocs, its about the imagery and mood more than any sort of actual plot

Wordcount: 145

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“And y’know what? It’s okay that you’re not happy with a lot of things.”  

The four figures in the growing dusk sat amongst the dirt and grass, two of them with backs pressing against the chain link fence separating the field from the empty road, streetlights placed every couple dozen feet, the other two sprawled across the ground, the translucent, shadowy darkness erasing the lines between their bodies and the earth.  

From her place in the grass, Kira Mae continued, “I don’t think it’s fair to you that anyone expect you to be happy all the time about every little thing, especially about yourself.”

Romeo, one of the two against the fence, let out a trembling breath, wiping an already-wet sleeve at the tears still silently rolling down his cheeks. He said nothing, the four of them watching their breath curl in the cold air.