#rtc oc

[mercywashere]

little cain doodle page bc he's so pathetic I love him

Tbh I think he got into the choir with the excuse of playing piano just to spend more time near ocean (she wouldn't even remember his name xD)

[strawberry-sweet-vampire]

Gave Serenity Lawrence (my RTC OC) a redesign! Her titles also been slightly adjusted from 'The Most Misunderstood Girl In Town' to 'The Coldest Girl In Town', since all the kids are misunderstood to an extent.

[whimsimal]

self destruct

cw: self harm scars, suicidal imagery(?), blood

gotta be my best work yet @the-uraniumverse look its delilah the girlfailure

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[simon0shrimp]

hiiii

i need you to know my rtc oc has been floating in my head so much more intensely since i don't have our ask blogs to think about

his name is charles, he's the quietest boy in town, he's trans, not out bc catholic school but his deadname is charlotte and he goes by charlie and he writes like postmodern stream of consciousness prose and he loves sitting on the floor in the library so that the shelves are taller than him and he uses a twilight turtle but only on the blue setting and he has a younger brother who like acts up a lot so his parents concentrate all their energy on his brother and kinda ignore him and if he were friends with people in the choir it'd be like noel or ricky but he mostly keeps to himself and he likes horror but only sometimes and also like romantic and victorian era novels and his favorite month is november

so there's a fun little preview

YIPPEEEE im so excited for this character giggles. Charles sounds so cool id love to draw him one day possibly. maybe draw him with reese winks😼😼

[winged-kittykat]

Some penny and jane au designs, I also reworked darcys design and lore!!!

Penny:

Jane:

Darcy:

[magical-sweet-kitty]

Uhhh something I did a while ago and never posted (I think? Maybe I did I don't remember)

[g3tj1nx33dd]

Part 3 

Jane Doe

Growing up in Uranium City was never easy for Penny. Her father abandoned the family right after her birth, and her mother resentful and bitter made sure Penny never forgot it. She blamed her daughter for driving him away after twenty years of marriage. With no father’s love and only her mother’s hatred, Penny lived a lonely and suffocating life. She was never allowed to leave the house. Locked away, Penny clung to the only three things that gave her comfort: her dream of joining the local choir, the doll she had made, and the strange company of the slugs that slipped in through her window at night. Her mother never let her chase her dream. The choir was only something she could read about in old newspapers, and she often told her “friends” the slugs about it. Her doll, however, was no ordinary toy. Penny had stitched it into the likeness of her mother, hoping that whatever pain she inflicted on the doll would be felt by the woman who had caused her so much suffering. One night, while reading a more recent paper, she discovered that the choir would be performing at the town carnival Desperate for a glimpse of the life she had always been denied, Penny made a decision. While her mother was at the bar drowning in liquor, Penny crawled out her window seeing the sun for the first time in years. Neighbors stared in shock at the strange girl they had never seen before, stumbling barefoot through the streets with her doll clutched tight in her arms. At the carnival, her heart raced. She was finally there. But the choir’s performance had already ended, and they were boarding the Cyclone, the towering roller coaster. Penny stood in awe, watching the cars thunder up and down, looping and twisting against the sky. But in a horrifying instant, the ride derailed. A piece of the cart flew off the track, hurtling straight toward her. Frozen in place, Penny didn’t move. She almost welcomed it believing this was her chance to finally join the choir. The piece struck, decapitating her instantly. No one came to claim her body. Her mother never cared enough, and to the townspeople, Penny had always been a ghost someone they didn’t even know existed. When the coroner failed to recover her head, he replaced it with the only thing found clutched in her hands: the crude voodoo doll. From then on, she was known only as Jane Doe. But her mother was not spared. From that day forward, she suffered with unbearable neck pain tormented by the same suffering Penny had sewn into the doll. Eventually, unable to endure it any longer, she hung herself in her grief and agony. Now, Jane Doe’s spirit drifts back to the rotting house where she grew up, forever trapped within its crumbling walls. She still whispers her sorrows to the slugs that crawl through the broken windows, the only companions who ever listened.

Ballad: The stage would be similar to the Majestic Rep Theatre with the smoke and hypnotic spirals in the back the only difference is that instead of using umbrellas the rest of the choir stands off to the right side of the stage playing around with the body of the voodoo doll. My Jane Doe will be attached to a bunch of strings and wires so whatever the choir members do to the voodoo doll happens to her as she sings. Until the very end high note she screams at the choir member snatching back her doll then the stage goes dark.

(He wanted me to post these so @deerdoeb could see them because he knows your my girlfriend and he’s proud because you’re a Jane expert)

[deersgutss]

Stimboard of my moot( @magical-sweet-kitty ) oc!

What if your name was magical sweet kitty...And you pretended this is accurate...

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