#favorite crp oc EVER

[pechadream]

Hear No Evil

Happy Halloween!!! <3<3<3

Here's a character from a story I'm making, I might post the other characters and the story later on when it's finished but I'm not really sure when that'll be-

⚠  Do not repost my art or I will come after your kneecaps  ⚠

[crushedsweets]

i'm SICK!!!! abt you your vibes and ideas are so slay and your artstyle is so simple? ig?!?!? and it's so perfect. i can't put it into words. i'm so happy i found your blog my creepypasta era is still some of the most fun i've ever had forever. having said all this what's your stance on commissions ;^)

LOL PLSSS UR SO SWEET THANK YOU my creepypasta era was/is still my favorite thing ever. brings me the most joy and room for creativity.

right now i dont have comms open, BUT i've been thinking about opening them! maybe strictly to creepypasta fanart/ocs? my brain is just so overrun with crp i cant see myself drawing anything else even for money LMAOOO

but thank you again!!! i appreciate it <3

[gothixm00nz]

Edna Jade Ref Sheet (CRP OC) (trigger warning under the cut for discussion of S/A)

General Information:

Name: Edna Louise Jade

Nickname: Edie, Eddie, Eda, The Dead Woman Walking (by the media)

Citizenship: American

Species: Artificial Demon

Age: 20

Birthday: September 7th 1987

Gender and pronouns: Female [she/her]

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5’3”

Weight: 143 lbs

Personality: Edna was once a kind, complacent and perfect woman. But after dying and being resurrected, she becomes abrasive, brash, distrusting and relatively bitchy. However, she has a habit of still being extremely helpful and even a people pleaser, the kind of woman who in the store would help (if she can) an elderly person reach something on the top shelf, or even help a sweet old woman across the street. She’s also extremely loyal, her loyalty holding absolutely not transactional means. She’s the kind of friend who would do anything for those she cares about, even if they backstab her because she won’t let someone she loves hurt. Though, she’s also an incredibly strong willed woman and refuses to let people push her around, always willing and ready for a fight if necessary. When she forms bonds with the likes of Eyeless Jack and Jane Arkensaw, Edie finds some comfort in people like her, but she also finds comfort in her human friends, Jay and Tim too. She has a short fuse, often having outbursts and sulking when she doesn’t get her way or she gets stressed enough, but she’s always willing to apologize for her actions and actively try to do better.

Family: Mark Jade – father

Lianne Jade – mother

Norma Jade – aunt

Carmen Jade – cousin

Occupation: Proxy

Relationships:

Significant Other: Tobias Erin “Toby” Rogers - boyfriend

Enemies: Jeffery Woods

The Operator

HABIT

Jared Becker

Zalgo

Mr. Widemouth

Dr. Smiley

The Rake

Other Information:

Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, weapon proficiency, stealth, parkour, high intelligence, survival instincts, durability

Abilities: Superhuman strength, superhuman stamina, superhuman agility, superhuman senses, superhuman smell, regenerative healing factor, immortality in the Mid-Realm and Under-Realm(after becoming a proxy), demonic powers, teleportation(short distances only), energy tracking

Hobbies: Guitar, painting, mechanics

Other photos:

(again, trigger warning under the cut for S/A! Please ignore this part if that's too heavy for you, it's completely understandable!)

Edna is an older character I made. Ironically, when I was younger, I was never as into Creepypasta as my other friends in middle school + high school. My favorite CRP was Ticci Toby and that was about it, I never really made a real CRP... or at least I didn't think I ever did.

One really important thing to know about me and why Edna was created was that when I was very little, I unfortunately was sexually assaulted by a family friend. This caused me to have a lot of stress, trauma and confusion about what happened to me, and I never really had a "safe" way to really express what happened...

So I created Edna. Back then, she was called "Edna Jen" and she was a woman who had died under tragic circumstances and a demon had possessed her, a demon named Zephyr. Edna/Zephyr was created to kind of help me cope with my trauma, as she has always been a creature who only targets the worst of the worst, essentially. Edna was my way to take my own power back.

I never gave Edna a story, never released an official "creepypasta" or even post pictures of her anywhere. She was literally just created to aid me in my recovery. Now I'm strong enough to know and understand what had happened to me and a piece of me will always carry that original Edna because she helped me come to terms with what had happened and understand that none of it was ever my fault. But I really wanted to renew Edna and bring my love for her back, so now we have Edna Louise Jade.

Edna still carries that same meaning for me; that strength I so desperately needed that was stripped away from me. She's a woman who has died at the hands of a pathetic man and is taking her power back through rebirth and redemption. I just hope that Edna may be able to do for somebody else what she did for me a decade ago; I hope Edna can be someone's strength in a bad situation. Prove to someone who may need it that abuse is NEVER your fault.

Edna has always been my feminine rage, the desire to stand up to those who belittle and hurt you. She does what many of us aren't capable to. And she does it as a baddie in 2007.

[ivyhanlon-blog]

Is that ELIZABETH OLSEN walking down Old Town Front Street? Nah, IVY HANLON  just looks like their identical twin! The THIRTY YEAR OLD AQUARIUS has been a NATIVE for THIRTY YEARS. On their good days, IVY is ARTISTIC AND ACCEPTING, but if you catch them on a bad day, they may be HYPERVIGILANT AND FLIPPANT. Keep your eyes on this MUSICAL BUDTENDER/DRUGDEALER. Wonder what they’ve been up to lately in Sunnymead!

PINTEREST [ x ]

CHARACTER INFLUENCES: Meredith Grey ( Grey’s Anatomy ), Phoebe Buffay ( FRIENDS ), Liv Moore ( iZombie ), Fiona Gallagher ( Shameless ), Marissa Cooper ( The OC ), Lorelai Gilmore ( Gilmore Girls )

Ivy grew up privileged and lucky, besides the fact that she was white, she was also upper middle class. Her father is an architect, her mother a pediatrician running a relatively successful practice with the other pediatricians/family doctors in Sunnymead. She grew up going into Mammoth & other ski resorts closer to Sunnymead , having a ski pass and premium benefits. Her parents loved each other, she had a few younger siblings who came after her – they all wanted for nothing. Everything they wanted, they got. While this would’ve made some people bratty and even stuck up, Ivy was always so appreciative and in awe of it all. She was born with a wonder for the world, a curiosity for it and a love for the nature she grew up in. It was no surprise when she got into the arts.

At first it was all painting, dancing, and ice skating but the minute she got her hands on a piano – it was her calling. Ivy first love was the piano and the music of Chopin ( Tchaikovsky came next ), she quickly practiced, practiced and practiced. Their large home in the mountains was filled with Ivy’s mistakes & music. She was getting good, it was easy to see, and even easier to nurture. Her father especially sat with her, helping her work out the kinks in her technique or tips to get through a piece that was particularly difficult. He always cheered her on. They had dreams of Julliard, they had dreams that Ivy was more than determined to fufill.

In Highschool, she was known as an artsy kid, outgoing and fun, a little out there sometimes. Ivy came out to her school and parents as bisexual and growing up in a progressive household, she was accepted. Ivy refused to be ashamed of who she was and what she loved, she loved and loved and gave and gave. Friends who didn’t have money would be paid for, people who didn’t have lift passes or couldn’t afford meals, would always be fed and taken care of. Ivy still had that laser focus for school and for her music, because all that mattered after it was Julliard. Was becoming a pianist. Was doing what she loved and learning how to do it better.

( illness tw ) Her mother started getting sick when she was 16. At first, it was little things, like her memory fading, her sleeping in – something she never did, especially on weekdays when she had work. Then came the pain, hours she would hear her mother sob, she would sit at the foot of her parents bed. Sleep next to her but not cuddle her out of the fear of her mother causing her mother more pain. Ivy missed her second round of Julliard auditions in New York to be by her mother while she screamed, as doctors struggled to find what was wrong with her. As her mother couldn’t work, they drained through their savings looking for treatments and trying them, her father missed work being there for her mother, as well losing income.

They assured her, she could still go to school. She could still go to music school. While Ivy got into several prestigious music schools, including the Berklee College of Music and the Jacobs School of Music at the University of Indiana – she decided to stay in state. Even though her ambition was great, even though her music was everything – her family was always more important. She had to make sure her siblings were taken care of and pick up the slack her father seemed to be letting go. Still, her parents, her father, assured her it was just a rough patch. That they’d get her treatment, that they’d land on their feet okay. That money wouldn’t be an issue, that they’d take care of each other.

( gender dysphoria mention ) Ivy believed it, why wouldn’t she? Her family had been there for each other for the past two years, it had been more than hard, but they had made it. Off to college she went. College was an amazing time for her, while she wished to be at one of the better music schools, again Ivy was happy with what she had. It was in college she learned more about herself, her gender, how it all came together and clicked. While Ivy had always had body image issues, they never were the same as her friends who were girls talked about – at least not all of them. Nonbinary, femme, the words rolled off her tongue and felt right, and she fit in the definitions as well much better than she ever had when she had labeled herself a woman. Ivy started to shape the sort of person she was, and it felt amazing, she felt that maybe it was a blessing in disguise not going to music school as maybe she wouldn’t have found what she did in San Francisco At the same time, she always wondered what if. Still, being at school was wonderful, around other trans & non-binary people, around people who knew more than her & could educate her out of her bubble. The world felt infinite, she didn’t feel as tied to California & Sunnymead anymore, and thought maybe when her mother got better, when they found proper treatment for her – she could reapply to music school and go then.

It’s why when her father left her mother, sick & disabled, during her junior year of college that Ivy’s world fell apart. Everything she knew about her family – gone. Ivy went into action immediately, letting her anger & sadness be turned into fuel. Ivy adapted to her circumstances, taking on the role of caretaker for her mother and her siblings.  It was by the grace of generous friends, selling their beautiful home, and Ivy taking a job as a pianist at Snowfall, dropping out of college, that they weren’t left homeless and hungry. She didn’t give herself time to grieve, she didn’t give herself time to cry. Ivy learned about her mothers condition, learned about CRPS, learned her mothers medical history back and front. Learned how to deal with insurance companies. Learned how to go to parent teacher conferences and go to her sibling’s  IEP meetings. Ivy got guardianship of her underage siblings just to help her mother out, who had become bedridden due to the pain.

Deep down, Ivy was crestfallen, angry, in disbelief, angry again. How could her father do this? Just leave? Her may have sent child support, but there was no contact. He left them ALL. All because her mother’s illness became too much for him. As the bills started to pile up as the family wasn’t as good at downsizing as they needed to be ( Ivy included, sometimes ) and Ivy didn’t have the heart to tell them half of the time, she got another job as a Budtender in the best ( and only ) Dispensary in Sunnymead. The job was perfect for a variety of reasons – despite the good pay and tips, it would allow her access to cannabis that helped ease her mothers pain at a discounted price. Before the interview she had prepared, thoroughly, everything depended on it and when she got in she almost cried. It was then, at 22, her love for cannabis wasn’t just recreational but a true appreciation. She watched as her job helped get her mom medication that seemed to be the only thing that actually eased some of the consuming pain. That was everything.

Her mother always pushed her to continue pursuing piano, and while they had sold almost everything else valuable to rake in money for the family – the one thing Ivy kept for herself was her piano. The beautiful black Steinway they could barely fit into their now single family home, Ivy will play for her mother to lull her to sleep when she asks. Her relationship with the piano is complicated now as it sometimes reminds her of her father, but she wants nothing more to reclaim it for herself. Ivy immerses herself in other arts as well, oil painting being one of her favorite mediums when she can get her hands on it.

( drugs tw ) Something Ivy did to generate more income as her siblings need money for college is drug deal. While Ivy has a kind, generous heart, she does what she has to do and tries to scam richer families & people passing through from out of town, by selling them weed at an extremely high price. She scams them, shamelessly, and sometimes also sells LSD, Adderall, and/or cocaine.  If her work knew she was doing this, she’d get fired, but at this point Ivy needs to do it as her work hours sometimes still don’t pay all of the bills. 

Ivy may come off as childish, sometimes too impulsive or even wild, but truly she picks and chooses her moments to be this way. They’re limited and while she can be a kindred soul, Ivy in other elements away from people her age is a completely different person. At least, it’s a different facet of her personality. She’s still generous, she’s still kind, but she’s also rather blunt but private about her own issues. She’ll be honest about some things, but other things, she keeps to herself. Ivy comes off rather composed though excited about life, intrigued about the people around, and she is because reality hits her way too often. Seeming carefree and having a very hippie like mentality about some things as well as being vocal about her support for cannabis, gender expression & sexuality but Ivy doesn’t let herself lose herself completely in anything like she used to. She missed her old life, nostalgia often being an emotion that keeps her up at night, because she misses being able to actually breathe and take in everything around her without worrying about the next thing that’ll happen. A human who wants to desperately live in the moment, like she used to, who constantly feels anchored to Sunnymead. It’s a feeling that she’s trying to come to terms with because she knows she’ll have to endure it until her mother has either passed away or gotten a proper caretaker. Some days she still feels like wasted potential and on those days, she does anything she can to distract from her own mind. The question of what if is always hanging on her tongue, but she does her best to just find beauty & comfort in the now. In her surroundings and the people around her.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

 Ride or die best friends!!!! THey’ve been best friends they’re whole lives and they’re basically family at this point!!

Coworkers!!!!

Hookups/Friends with Benefits

Other LGBTQ people in town wanna link up for a JAM SESH Or just smoke Sesh!!

Other musicians!!

Enemies since Day one. They see each other and it’s ON SIGHT they’re ready to RUMBLE

People she sells drugs to!!

People who know her family/knew her dad 

Hiking / roadtripping buddies

Ivy’s always down to babysit so she could babysit your characters kids or cousins or something!!

EXES!!! 

someone give me a brotp THANKS idc what it is