#first oc post

[k-ikokikoki]

So the holidays have been kinda boring sooooo…

I made a twst oc!!

Her name is Marlene and she is pomefire and well she is a magical girl so yay

The sketch is not done yet but I just wanted to convey my thoughts into reality

[meicherienewsies]

OUTSIDERS OC???????? TELL ME EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW??????????? PLEASE???????????????????????

YAYYY.

Okay so my outsiders OC is named Yumiko Vickie Hayashi, part of a first-generation Japanese immigrant family in Tulsa. Her family immigrated in 1952 after the McCarran-Walter Act passed, which reopened Asian immigration. Despite being born in Japan, she has no memories of her home because she was one year old when she arrived in Tulsa. In the process of immigrating, her parents gave her the name ‘Vickie’ so she could better blend in at school.

Her parents, wealthy even back in Japan, own a successful restaurant and grocery, which is enough to make her fit in the Soc/Upper class.

Despite technically being a Soc, she doesn’t feel like she belongs, and not just because of her appearance or race. Her parents didn’t raise her to hate Greasers (mostly because they didn’t really get the social structure) so she doesn’t understand why the other Socs are so hateful.

Her hobbies include acting (gained from watching old Japanese films her parents brought), cooking & baking (with a preference for cooking), dancing (ballet and Japanese traditional dance learned through tapes), and poetry.

She dreams of being able to return to Japan and pursuing a career in film acting or becoming a Maiko (Apprentice Geisha) and later, Geisha.

Looks-wise, I picture her looking like a young Mieko Harada but with a hair cut similar to Musical!Marcia and 60s American makeup.

[the-silliestofbillies]

finally posting again these are my beautiful children davey and sapna ❤️

say hi world!

thanks!

[cie-the-sly]

Meet one of my OC, Zeon. I know it doesn't give you much detail on what he looks like. I'm not really good at drawing bodies, I was never an artist. So I need someone to draw him, and I'm still looking for that someone so I'll be showing my OCs in a pixelated style. But don't worry, I'll be describing them physically and some things about them.

His physical description:

Slim and lithe body, black messy hair, blue and pink eyes, round face.

Full name: Zeon Veldros Athanasiou

Origin: Greek

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Male

Sexuality: GAY🏳️‍🌈

Age: (not decided yet)

!¡Your criticism is allowed¡!

[olivtrv]

Kny oc

I'm still learning how to draw in digital

His name is Oshiro :D

[itsmrselfdestruct]

:)

[blacklabelbastard]

Untitled Work 1

The air is heavy and stagnant with a thin fog. There are no sounds of life anywhere, just clangs of fallen metal from somewhere in the distance and the creaks of supports giving way. The soil is grey with ash, and there is no foliage anymore. The debris of a large, advanced civilization gone to ruin litters the planet. The great green paddocks are junkyards and entire forests no longer exist.

Off in the indeterminable distance is a structure. The thick and endless white clouds below the top of the structure pay homage to its sheer scale. It has the appearance of a human skull. The eye sockets are dark and out of shape, almost like it had melted from the extreme heat of the supernova. The cheekbones are pointed and jagged looking. The bottom jaw is missing entirely, and so are all the teeth, leaving only large gaps. At the base of the back of the skull, a large, curved spine supports it from the ground. The spine is a single, solid beam that appears to be bent from ages of excessive weight. Its colour is dulled from the mist - it is miles and miles away.

From the rubble appears a human. They wear a black, woollen beanie, with bits of long, brown hair escaping the bottom. Their face is mostly hidden behind a cloth, covering their mouth and nose. Two tubes reach from the left and right respectively, and lead inside the back of their dark leather duster coat, scratched all over from wear and the occasional hole. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of welding goggles, tinted a very dark black. The holes in the jacket reveal the origin of the tubes; a machine designed to filter the air sitting on their back. Underneath the jacket is an equally worn shirt, with a cultural icon on the front. They wear long denim pants and large, black boots on their legs. Their sleeves are unfilled, their arms tucked away inside the coat itself. They sit on top of a heap of debris, taking a brief rest from their journey to parts unknown. Beside them is a guitar with a small, circular body and four strings. It is tied to their hip around the neck, and appears to be dragged along whenever they move around.

[jackieisableh-blog]

Boop