#rockababy oc

[jams-sims]

I told my self, You'll only make one OC and I was lying because I made two for Rockababy.

Originally from the south Moxie moved into town with her father shortly after her mother had passed away. Starting a new highschool, along with helping her dad get his antique radio shop (its more like a we fixs all things here shop but they mostly sell old radios.) up an running turned out to be way more stressful than she thought. Seeing how the antique shop was also their new home. She spent a lot of time to herself. Desperately trying to weigh the appeal of making friends and work and the overwhelming grief and guilt of feeling like she would be leaveing her mother memories behind. She spent close to a year just helping her dad.

Until everything was set up and ready to go. Now that the shop was up and running her dad got a second job and it is now her part time job to watch the store after school. It wasn't too bad, people watching is fun, learning how to fixs radios, freezer, refrigerators and television sets kick started her love for engineering.

Everything was going smoothly until one of the worst strom came into town. And a lighting bolt struck their building. Moxie had been home alone that night, when it happen and the deep seeded fear of losing everything again. Made her compulsively run down stairs to the store. Electricity ran through out the radios on the wall and store floor. Each one turning on and letting out a horrific Screech. It felt as if her head was gonna split in half.

She passed out and when she awoke. She heard the gentle hum of a radio that had fallen beside her head.

Which then spoke, "hey- hey kid you awake? You good?? Alive, please say something if your dead."

And thats how she met the alien now living inside the countless amount of radios in her fathers shop.

Backstory done time for how she looks~

Moxie is a African American girl who puts you in mind of Betty Boop. In only the sense that they share the same hairstyle.

Mr Radio, he wants to be called Frank after Frank Sinatra but Moxie refuses. There's only Nat King Cole in this house. Mr Radio looks like a old 50s/20 radio. He can hope from other electrical devices but his preferred spaces is radios.

[the-moon-pal]

Feeling like i have so many ideas that i wish to draw but also feeling like i just want to lay down and do nothing all day

[pof203]

Rockababy OC: Rosa-Maria Montoya

This is my OC for Rockababy by c2ndy2c1d. I was originally going to add a picture, but I know I can’t recreate her art. So I’ll try to describe it as best as I can.

Rosa-Maria Montoya’s Story

She’s cute. She’s independent (but not above finding love). She’s strong. She’s kind. She’s helpful... She’s a witch.

To know her full story, click “read more”.

NOTE: Some elements of Kiki’s Delivery Service, Charmed (Original and/or Reboot), American Horror Story: Coven, Witch Craft Works, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and even Elemental Magick (The Donavan Coven) are present.

NOTE 2: I also like to apologize in advanced to all of the followers of Santa Muerte for using her in a way that they may find offensive.

Rosa-Maria Montoya is a young 13-year-old Mexican-American witch-in-training. She has bright-brown eyes, brown hair with braids, and has some marking on the side of her check that was put on her when she was baby to welcome her to the coven. She lives with her parents, both her grandparents, and their coven in El Paso, Texas. Her coven follows the ways of Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte (Our Lady of the Holy Death). Of course, each member has their own patrons they call upon, but Santa Muerte is their main patron. However, Rosa-Maria has yet to find her own patrons until she can discover what her skill, a branch of magick that she is best good at.

One day, Rosa-Maria was just laying around in the park with her father’s radio telling the news.

“... the comet, Wolfgang 90, will be passing over North America sometime this year. However, there is no guarantee that it will be seen in the El Paso skies. And now for the weather forecast. Skies are clearing thanks to some winds coming in from the west... There’ll be a beautiful full moon this even. So if you’re planning something special, tonight might be the night. Moving on to sports.”

Rosa-Maria turns off the radio and sees the forecast was right. The wind was blowing almost all of the clouds away. It is then that Rosa-Maria finally decided.

It is an old custom that when a witch turns 13, they have a choice to either train a year away from home or go to a school of magick.

She runs home to tell her family. At first, they were unsure as she is still young in their eyes. However, their coven’s supreme, Annabelle Sanchez, convinced them.

“I still think she should go to Magic School,” said Abuela, Rosa-Maria’s paternal grandmother.

“Or Miss Robichaux’s Academy,” said Grandma, Rosa-Maria’s maternal grandmother.

“Either way, you’d be safe,” said Grandpa, Rosa-Maria’s maternal grandfather.

“I remember when I turned 13,” said Annabelle with a smile. “They said I could become the Supreme of the New Orleans Coven, but their reigning Supreme at the time, Mimi DeLongpre, chose Anna-Leigh Leighton. But this is mainly because it turned out I was to become the Supreme of my own coven. I found my own path. I think it’s only fair you should let your daughter do the same.”

“Si,” said Abeulo, Rosa-Maria’s paternal grandfather. “But we’re still worried. Rosa-Maria barely knows how to fly. And I’ve no time to teach her how to mix potions like me.”

“Young people are all the same. They all want to do something different… But at least you get to teach her the potion that cures my husband’s Rheumatism.”

Later, Rosa-Maria got ready in her room. Her mother gave her a dark Goth-Lolita dress, though not too many laces.

“And now for the finishing touch,” said her mother, placing a black cape over Rosa-Maria and topped it off with a black pointy hat.

“Oh, Mom, this looks so… stereotypical.”

“It’s not important on what you wear, what matters is the heart inside.”

“Then I’ll try to be the very best witch that I can be, Mom. And I know having a good corazon is important.”

“Just follow your heart and keep smiling. And be sure to write home as soon as you’re settled.”

“Si, Mommi.”

As Mrs. Montoya leaves, Mr. Montoya comes in.

“Papi, did you say I could bring the radio? Mom, didn’t he say I could bring the radio?”

“Alright, it’s yours already,” said Mr. Montoya.

“Gracias.”

“Well now, you look certainly grown up, mi pricessa. You look just like your mother when she was young.”

“I’m glad about that. Papi, can you left me up high like when I was little?”

Mr. Montoya tries to pick up his daughter. At first it was hard, but he got to it.

“I can’t believe my Vision didn’t tell me that you were growing up so fast. But if things don’t work out, you can always come home.”

“And come back a failure? Ew, no way!”

They laugh.

“Will you write us if you have the time?”

She nods.

Later that night as the full moon grew higher and higher, members of the coven, their neighbors (witch, human, and otherwise) came to see Rosa-Maria off.

“But aren’t you worried about Rosa-Maria going off on her own?” asked a human neighbor. “She doesn’t even have a Whitelighter yet. Or even discovered her Skill. And there are a lot of things to worry about: Warlocks, monsters, witch hunters, other witches, and even…”

“Of course they’re worried,” assured his witch wife. “but Rosa-Maria will be just fine.”

Rosa-Maria was speaking to her friends.

“Do you think you’ll find a big city?” asked a Tigua girl.

“Or maybe a town?” asked a witch girl.

“Well, that’s what I’m hoping for anyway,” answered Rosa-Maria.

“Oh, you’re going to have so much fun,” said a jealous fairy girl.

“But I’m not going there just for a good time. In order to be a proper Workshop Witch, I have to train a year away from home.”

“Yeah, be sure to tell that to the vatos,” said a human girl.

The friends all laughed.

“Rosa-Maria, it’s time,” said Grandma.

“Okay,” she responded going over to the adults.

“That’s the broom you’re going to be leaving on?” asked Grandma.

“Si,” answered Rosa-Maria, proudly. “I just made it this morning all by myself.”

“Honey, it’s too small to be really safe. I’d rather you take my broom. I know it better.”

“But Grandma, that one’s so old.”

“And that’s why it’s good. You can rely on it time after time in any kind of weather. Now Rosa-Maria, do this for us, please.”

“But I put so much work into this one. Right, Mimi?”

Mimi looks up to her witch.

“Your broom is nice… But let’s take your grandma’s.”

“You’re no help.”

“Now, mija,” said Abuela. “Can’t you make yourself another fine broom when you get settled down?”

Rosa-Maria knew there was no escaping this. So, she hands her broom to Grandma and takes her broom. With that, Mr. and Mrs. Montoya wish their daughter safe. As do both her grandparents.

“Attention,” announced Annabelle. “Friends, neighbors, members of our coven. Tonight, a young witch is about to embark on a journey from childhood to adulthood. We wish her only the best of luck as she heads out into the world on her own for one year, only seeing us during our celebrations. Rosa-Maria Montoya, are you ready?”

“Ready, Madame Supreme.”

“Then… Take off!”

With that, Rosa-Maria mounted her broomstick. At first, she hovered a few feet of the ground… Then, she and Mimi zoomed off. She hit a few trees which bells were hanging off of.

“Aim your broomstick,” whispered Mrs. Montoya.

All was quiet for a time. Then, Rosa-Maria’s voice came in the distance.

“Adios, everybody! I’ll miss you!”

“Santa Muerta,” prayed Mr. Montoya. “And all of the patrons we call upon, please make sure our little baby be safe and well in the world.”

“I’m going to miss the wonderful sound of those bells,” said another neighbor.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi traveled the skies for many, many days. They would stop by at a motel from time to time. Though every town they have been to either already a lot of witches who were not so welcoming of them. She would move on.

One night, Rosa-Maria was so tiered of flying, she and Mimi settled in a train for the evening. The train then begins to move as the two were fast asleep.

NOTE 3: Now keep in mind, I don’t know where Rockababy took place, though I suspect it’s somewhere in the north west of America.

That morning, Rosa-Maria looks out of the train and sees a town.

“How lovely,” said Rosa-Maria, delighted. “I wonder if they have a witch there.”

“You know they may be a bad thing,” said Mimi.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi both get on the broom and take off into the air. Rosa-Maria was astounded by the view of the town.

“Look at the place,” she said. “It’s the kind of place I’ve always imagined.”

“But there may be some witches living here already,” said Mimi.

“And there may not be.”

Rosa-Maria then flies her broom around until she spotted a cliff that overlooked the town. She wondered if she could see the whole town from up there. As they arrived up there, Rosa-Maria just hovered near the cliff… She didn’t even notice a car pulling up on the cliff. Then, some greasers we all know and love come out.

NOTE 4: By this time, Richie and Ace are already greasers themselves.

“Finally, the weekend!” said a relieved Brick.

“Yeah,” said Boomer, places his arms around Brick. “Those tests were brutal.”

“Nobody said Senior Year would be easy,” said Ace. “Unlike Richie, he’s got it all made.”

“Aww, it wasn’t all that easy for me,” Richie said. “I think I got a wrong answer in Geometry.”

“’A’ wrong answer?” said a suspicious Bones.

“You really had to bring that up?”

“Chill, you guys,” said Shifty, adjusting his sunglasses. “We all have our own thing… And you’re gonna wake her.”

Looking in the back, Buttons was fast asleep.

Then, Bones notices Rosa-Maria flying near the cliff.

“What on earth is that?”

“Wait,” said Richie. “Broom and a black cat… And that hat… HOLY SMOKES, A REAL LIVE WITCH!”

Rosa-Maria heard Richie yelling. She turns around and sees the Bozos.

“Hello!” she calls out to them.

They greet her back.

“Do any witches live in this town?”

“No one has seen any around here in a long time,” answered Shifty.

“That’s great. Our trip is over. We’re staying right here. Thanks, you guys. Bye!”

With that, Rosa-Maria takes off.

“A real witch in our town,” said Richie. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“My father never liked witches,” said Ace. “He thinks they’re nothing but a bunch of old hags… Boy is he wrong.”

“I just wish I could take a closer look and get to know her. What are witches really like?”

Then, Shifty starts the car.

“Why don’t we find out?” he asks.

With that, the Bozos get in the car and drive into town.

Rosa-Maria then flew into town.

“They’re looking at us,” said a worried Mimi.

“I know,” said Rosa-Maria. “Smiling so we can make a good impression.”

Rosa-Maria was enjoying the attention so much. She closed her eyes to see how daring she is to fly without seeing.

“Yeesh,” said Mimi. “You’d think they’ve never seen a girl and a cat on a broomstick before.”

But then, they nearly hit a bus. Rosa-Maria managed to fly out of the way, but ended up causing a five car pile-up.

“Smooth,” said Mimi, sarcastically. “Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.”

A cop comes and yells at Rosa-Maria. Fortunately, one of the Bozos managed to distract the cop for her to escape. Richie catches up to her and begins asking her a bunch of questions.

“Are you really a witch? How do your spells work? Did you come from a coven? How far can you fly on your broom? How do you even make it fly? Do you worship the devil or some other great being?”

Rosa-Maria was starting to get fed up and snaps at Richie.

“Thank you for getting me out of trouble. But I really shouldn't be talking to you, and you wanna know why? It's very rude to talk to a girl before you've been introduced and before you know her name.”

With that, she takes off on her broom.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi try to find a place to stay for the duration of Rosa-Maria’s training. They were unsuccessful. After wondering around town for so long, they arrive at the neighborhood of Richie and his mother, Dr. Cunningham. They saw the Bozos’ car coming up.

“They must live here,” suggested Mimi.

Rosa-Maria was thinking of taking off again, but Dr. Cunningham comes out with a teddy bear.

“Boomer, your sister and her daughter were visiting us. But when they left, they forgot your niece’s teddy bear.”

“That ain’t good,” said Boomer. “Lily loves that teddy bear.”

“Do you think you can take it to them?”

“That’d be hard. The in-laws don’t exactly like us. Especially me and Brick. And it ain’t just ‘cause we’re greasers.”

“Oh dear, I have some work to finish up, but I guess I better go there myself.”

Rosa-Maria could not stand the thought of a child being away from her favorite toy.

“Excuse me.”

“Oh, it’s you again,” said Ace.

“If you like, I can take the bear to them.”

“You would?” asked Dr. Cunningham.

“Just tell me where they live.”

“My sister and Lily live with the in-laws on Starlight Heights,” said Boomer. “But how-“

Before Boomer could finish, Rosa-Maria takes the bear and takes off into the air on her broom. Dr. Cunningham was amazed.

“I guess I better tell you,” said Richie.

After Rosa-Maria brought the teddy bear to Boomer’s niece, she returns to the Cunningham residence.

“I brought back her teddy. Her mother even gave me this note to give you.”

Dr. Cunningham takes the note and reads it.

Thank you for returning Lily’s teddy bear. Your new friend is really quite special.

“And thank you,” said Boomer.

“Well, I’ll be going,” said Rosa-Maria.

“Wait,” said Dr. Cunningham. “You should at least let us thank you for what you did for my sis and niece.”

They went inside in which Boomer made a great dinner for them all.

“Now stop me if I’m right,” said Dr. Cunningham. “I’m guessing you’re a witch-in-training.”

“That’s right,” answered Rosa-Maria.

“Like I told you,” said Richie, smiling.

“I really it here, but people don’t seem to like witches here. Even the lady’s parents-in-laws weren’t too happy to see me fly in.”

“Depends on the people,” said Dr. Cunningham. “Now take us for instance. I just met you and I know I like you.”

“Even though you’re a scientist?” asked Richie.

“True, as a scientist, I find stuff like this dubious. But the one rule about being a scientist is keeping an open mind. After all… We know anything is possible in this world.”

She winks at Shifty who winks back. Mimi is confused.

“So, where are you two staying?”

Rosa-Maria just looks down.

“I see. Why didn’t you say you don’t have a place to stay? We have plenty of room in the attic, you could use that.”

“You’d really let me stay with you!?”

“Of course,” Dr. Cunningham laughed. “But I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Clara (just made up that first name) Cunningham. As you now know, I’m a scientist. You’ve already met my son and his friends.”

“I’m Richie. Despite my new greaser look, I’m still interested in science.”

“I’m Boomer. Need anythin’ done in the kitchen, I’m your guy.”

“Just call me Brick. I just got my black belt.”

“Bones. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Ace. I should really tell me father how wrong he is about witches.”

Shifty goes up to Rosa-Maria.

“Shifty.”

They shook hands.

“Muy bien,” said Rosa-Maria. “I’m Rosa-Maria. Rosa-Maria Montoya. And Mimi is my very best friend.”

A little later, Dr. Cunningham and the Bozos lead Rosa-Maria to the attic.

“I’m sorry if the place will be dusty,” said Dr. Cunningham. “We haven’t been up there in a while.”

“I think I can manage,” assured Rosa-Maria.

They went into the attic which was indeed a bit dusty.

“This place could use a little cleaning,” said Dr. Cunningham. “If I already wasn’t busy with my work, I’d help you clean… But I’m sure my son and his friends can help.”

“I’m sure we will,” said Richie, nervously. “But I guess it can also mean I can ask you some questions.”

“You mean like if I worship the Dark Lord?” asked Rosa-Maria, sternly. “Well, I won’t deny it, there are a few Satanic covens in the world. Like the Church of Night. But don’t worry, I’m not a member of any of those covens. The El Paso Coven follows Santa Muerte. But each member does have their own patrons. Like my dad who calls on Apollo to help him with his prophecies. My mom invokes Athena for crafting talismans. Abuela calls Hermes for her séances. Abuelo calls Asclepius to help with his potions. And both my maternal call upon Demeter for their harvest.”

“And what patron do you call on?” asked Richie.

“I’ll know once I’ve discovered my Skill, the branch of magick that I’m best at.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I’ve already said by my families’ patrons. My dad’s a fortuneteller who uses tea leaves and tarot cards. My mom crafts amulets and talismans. Abuela is a medium, aside from being able to see and hear ghosts like all witches do, she can call them even from the beyond and can even hear the voices of the gods. Abuelo is a potion maker, he made a killing with eye drops that can cure nearsightedness. And my maternal grandparents are good with Farm Magick. I’m still trying to figure out what my Skill is.”

“Well, I hope you find it,” said Bones.

“Now, if you need anything, just give a holler,” said Dr. Cunningham.

“Thanks,” said Rosa-Maria.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi stayed with the Cunninghams many weeks. Rosa-Maria continued to find her Skill. She tried Fortunetelling, but had little success. Her amulets and talismans may look pretty, but hardly produced results. Now, she was ready to try Potions.

“Potions, you say?” asked Dr. Cunningham. “One of the closest things witchcraft has in common with science. I hope you succeed.”

“Same here,” said Rosa-Maria. “It won’t be easy, though. One of the potions I’m making needs herbs that have more power when picked under the full moon.”

“That’s tonight,” said Richie. “Actually, me and some of my friends are going to the cliff area. That’s the place we first met you.”

“Why?”

“It’s just something we do… That, and I’m hoping to do some research.”

“On what?”

Richie smiles and says, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Oh,” said Rosa-Maria. “I suppose. Still thank you. I hope Potions is what I’m good at.”

“If not, you could always fly around on your broomstick and deliver stuff.”

“… I think that’s already taken.”

Later that night as the full moon rises, Rosa-Maria, Mimi, and the Bozos (except for Ace) go to the cliff overlooking the town. Richie was wearing his regular nerdy clothes (says it would be more appropriate).

“Thanks for bringing me up here,” said Rosa-Maria. “I could have flown up here, but after what happened when I first got here, better safe than sorry.”

“We just like it up here,” Shifty said coolly.

“I wonder why Ace isn’t here?”

“Family matters,” said Richie. “Something with his father.”

“I see. Sorry for asking.”

“It’s okay,” said Brick. “So, what are we looking for.”

“Richie helped me research some of the plant life that grow around here. Here’s a list of the things we can find.”

Rosa-Maria hands them a copy of a list of herbs and ingredients for the potion she is making.

“Some of these don’t look hard to find,” said Boomer. “Some of ‘em I use in my cookin’.”

“That sound great,” said Rosa-Maria in grateful glee.

“Just hope he knows to cover his ears if he finds a mandrake,” said a worried Mimi.

With that, Rosa-Maria goes off with Mimi and the other Bozos go to find the potion ingredients. Shifty decides to stay with the car. When he was sure that Rosa-Maria was out of sight, Shifty goes to the car and looks in the back to find Buttons just waking from her nap.

“I think we have time,” said Shifty. “Wanna see somethin’ great?”

Buttons squeaks in agreement.

Shifty takes Buttons and turns on the radio and places her on the car hood as the headlights shined. Then, Shifty takes a lollipop and holds it like a microphone and begins lips synch the song that was playing… Only You by The Platters. As he nears the end of the song, Shifty returns to his true alien form. The other Bozos who heard him couldn’t help but join in. What none of them knew before it was too late… Rosa-Maria and Mimi saw the whole thing. They were shocked.

“Rosa-Maria!” said a reeling Shifty, changing back to human form. “I can explain!”

But Rosa-Maria just screamed and she and Mimi tried to take off on her broomstick which she brought with her in case of emergencies. But Brick grabs a hold of it and yanks it from her. They try to run, but the other Bozos managed to stop her. Shifty, back in his human form tried to explain, but Rosa-Maria was too scared.

“You are a Demonic Shapeshifter, aren’t you?” she said with nervousness.

“I’m not,” responded Shifty.

“Then, you some kind of monster.”

“Maybe. But I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“What kind of monster can change into a human from some kind of lizard?”

“… An alien?” responded Richie.

“No way. Aliens can’t be real… Can they, Mimi?”

“Who knows,” said Mimi. “We know it’s possible to reanimate a corpse with science. Maybe they are real.”

Rosa-Maria thought for a moment. Finally, she spoke.

“Okay, so maybe you are an alien. How do I know I can trust you?”

Buttons came out of Shifty’s jacket and squeaked. Seeing her, Rosa-Maria couldn’t help but see the innocence in her eyes.

“I think you have your answer,” said Bones.

“Si,” said Rosa-Maria. “I understand. I’m sorry. Los siento.”

“It’s understandable,” said Shifty. “You probably never saw anything like this. I bet even witches would be surprised.”

“Actually, we have seen something like this. It usually scares us.”

“How?” asked Richie. “Does this have something to do with you calling Shifty some demonic shapeshifter?”

“Pretty much. But I’ll tell you later. Right now, it would be foolish just standing around here in the darkness. Let’s just finish gathering what we need and go.”

After gathering all the ingredients she needed, Rosa-Maria, Mimi, the Bozos, and Buttons all leave.

Back at the Cunningham house, Rosa-Maria got right away working on her potion. Ace had already returned from visiting his father in prison. They explained what had happened.

“So I guess the secret’s out now,” said Ace. “But I’m sort of on edge about what Rosa-Maria just said about these Demonic Shapeshifters. What’s that about?”

“Well, we witches have a lot of enemies and threats to us,” explained Rosa-Maria. “There are warlocks who wish to take our lives and our powers.”

“I thought warlocks were male witches,” said Boomer, confused.

“That’s a common misconception. A male witch is also called a witch. A warlock is a witch who has broken the Witch’s Code: An ye harm none, do what ye will. They only want power. Of course, it’s understandable why you would think that. Just as the majority of witches are female, the majority of warlocks are male. It’s a rare occasion if you encounter a female warlock. Other threats to us witches are witch hunters for obvious reasons. Monsters who would love the taste of flesh and blood. Especially humans. Extra flavor if it’s magical blood. There will even be targeted by other witches either because they’re Tower Witches, that’s what we call bad witches, or because I crossed into their or their coven’s territory. But the biggest threat to all of us witches and non-witches are… demons.”

“Demons?” asked Bones. “Like from Hell?”

“Pretty much. Demons only wish to bring death and destruction wherever they go. We Workshop Witches, good witches, are one of the many beings who have the power to stop them in order to protect the innocent and the greater good. Because of this, demons want to get rid of us.”

“I see,” said Richie. “That does sound bad.”

“It does. That’s why my family wanted me to go to Magic School instead of going out on my own. They said it would be safer. But it would also mean I would never them again for a long time. But they still wish I could go there. My banishings and vanquishings are not the best. I could barely handle a Lower Level Demon.”

“How so?” asked Ace, a little worried there.

“A year ago, a Lower Level Demon was giving trouble to one of our neighbors. I thought I could do it, but I failed. The spell to vanquish a Lower Level Demon goes: Hellspawn demon, creature of death, fire shall take your very breath. But I got the words mixed up. Instead of breath, I said bread and made all the bread in the house disappear.”

“What happened next?”

Rosa-Maria could tell the Ace was scared… for her… Could he be… She continues her story.

“Thankfully, our Supreme came, vanquished the demon, and saved me. After that, they decided that Demon Hunting is definitely not my Skill.”

“I’m sorry,” said Ace.

“Still think it’s a good idea to let me stay here with you?” Rosa-Maria was hoping they would say yes.

“We had to fight my father to save Shifty and Buttons,” said Ace in an almost prince-like tone. “I think we can handle whatever threatens you. Don’t worry, you can count on us… You can count on me.”

Rosa-Maria was almost happy to hear that. Hearing him say those things made her feel a little safer… and happier.

“Gracias, Ace.”

The two stared into each other’s eyes passionately.

“Don’t tell me their fallin’ in love,” laughed Shifty.

“They definitely look close,” said Bones.

“Maybe they’re Anon Cupla,” suggested Mimi.

“We’re not,” said an embarrassed Rosa-Maria. “… But then again…”

“What did your cat say?” asked Brick.

“Mimi thinks me and Ace maybe Anon Cupla,” she answered.

“Anon what?”

“In the witch world, we have witches who are bound to each other. They are Bonded Pairs. There are two kinds of them. The first is Anon Ceangal. That’s when two people choose to bound their souls together. Kind of like a married couple. It’s strong, but easily broken and undone. The second is Anon Cupla. That’s when two or more people share the same soul. It’s permanent and once bound, it can never be broken or undone. They’ll be part of each other’s lives for all eternity.”

“I see. That sounds… Really romantic.”

“No doubt about that,” said Boomer, happily.

Brick and Boomer hold hands.

“So you think we might be this Anon Cupla?” asked Ace.

“Well, that’s what Mimi thinks,” said Rosa-Maria. “It’s rare to find your soul twin. My parents are actually Anon Ceangal. They only unified to save my mother’s parents because they were poor, despite how good they are at Farming Magick. They said I was the only good that came out of it. And they’re real good friends. Of course, my family said I shouldn’t settle for Anon Ceangal and not give up hope for finding my Anon Cupla.”

“But how could it be me? I’m not a witch.”

“Our Supreme says that Anon Ceangal and Anon Cupla are not limited to just witches. It could be with anyone. My friend, Lila, her Anon Cupla is a werewolf. They’ve been together for 5 years.”

“I see.”

Though, Ace wasn’t sure. Rosa-Maria is pretty as far as witches go, but can it really work out? Only time will tell.

“But I shouldn’t focus on that right now,” said Rosa-Maria, going back to her potion. “Right now, I need to focus on my training. Love and romance can wait.”

“Okay.”

Rosa-Maria and Ace smile at each other.

“By the way, Rosa-Maria, what kind of potion are you working on?”

“It’s one of Abuelo’s. It’s the Butterfly Conjuration Potion. If I can get it right, it’ll conjure a swarm of beautiful butterflies.”

“And if you get it wrong?” asked Boomer.

“I’d rather not find out. Okay, now we just need a pinch of basil.”

“Here you go.”

Boomer handed Rosa-Maria the basil. She adds pinch of it to the pot and a puff of orange smoke came out.

“Now for the last ingredient. One whole milkweed flower.”

“Uh ho,” said Richie. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Rosa-Maria, but milkweeds don’t grow around this area. But I did find some blueblossums. They’re the closest to milkweed. Will that work?”

“Abuelo said that I shouldn’t use substitutes. But I guess this will have to do.”

Richie gave Rosa-Maria the blueblossums and added them to the pot which let out a loud bang and a puff of grey smoke.

“Odd. When Abuelo makes this potion, the smoke comes out white. Okay, now for the incantation… Llamo a los espíritus para que traigan mariposas para llenar el aire. ¡Concede tu poder, Santa Muerte!”

Then, in a loud bang and a puff of smoke the filled the entire kitchen, something came out of the pot… But it wasn’t a butterfly… It was a bat! Rosa-Maria and the Bozos all panic. Buttons just waved at the strange flapping creature she had never seen before. Fortunately, the bat vanished in a puff of smoke.

“I see what your gramps meant,” said Shifty, catching his breath and trying to maintain his human form.

“I guess Potions isn’t my Skill, either,” said a disappointed Rosa-Maria.

“Don’t give up,” said Ace with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll find it.”

Rosa-Maria smiled at what Ace said. She knows he’s right. She’ll find out what her Skill is before her year-long training is done.

What happens next? … Well, why don’t you guys decide that.

[bustahwoalf]

https://twitter.com/ileftamessage/status/1289419657087086592?s=19

[jams-sims]

The prefect example of Moxies relationship with Mr. Radio is- Shifty crew just fuckin walks past her dads shop and~

Mr. Radio: Ooh! Your heart rate has picked up! So either your dying, or you see a very cute young man.

Moxie: hahah what no- its nothing like that he just cool! Ya know cool- there's nothing else to it.

Mr. Radio: Starts playing Dean Martin, Thats Amore really loudly.

And Moxie has to slam dunk a whole radio into the trashcan.

[jams-sims]

Hi! I read about your Rockababy OC, could you tell me more about the story?? I tought it sounded very cool!

Aw Thank you! I made her out if sheer thirst over Bones and realistically no one could stop me from making a very self indulgent OC~

Besides her massive crush on Bones. Her story involve less of trying to ger Mr. Radio home and more of trying to live with an extra roommate. That she is also trying to keep secret from her dad.

Mr.Radio and Moxie do share one common interest that Mr.Radio takes and runs with. Its Music, he is obsessed with the idea of becoming some type of musical superstar. And Moxie has the prefect voice, but only really sings when shes alone. Shes not interest in pursuing anything dealing with music. Shes kinda homebody. Wishing for something more but never really goes out looking for it. Wants adventure but to scared, of the what ifs.

Mr. Radio then takes it upon himself to start broadcasting, Moxie singing through Intergalactic radio. If she won't share her voice and her skills with the rest of the world he will do it for her.

Mr.Radio doesn't realize he is also broadcasting it on earth as well. He sets it up as this niche music station. Where it " supposedly" hosted by a young women singer and a overly bombastic man. Mr.Radio wants to learn more about earth and Moxie so he would ask question unlike that of a radio host. (Interviewing her without it feeling like a interview for the viewers.) And Moxie would answer, sounding sweet and dreamy through the radio waves.

Mr. Radio then would take her singing and or talking making the music himself and play it as the songs. (Think lofi music where they have someone from a movie either talk or straight up song lyric in stuff. If you want more solid examples let me know.)

Now the Radio station doesn't come to life until night time or during rainy days. Its very limited to how many times Mr.Radio broadcast it. It also at odd hours too never during the morning, only at night. And even that is kinda iffy, rainy season tho it plays a lot more. But only in the afternoon.

Mr.Radio hiding all of this from her but she gotta notice sooner or later. Its becomes the talk of the town.

[pof203]

Rockababy Halloween (Short Story)

This is a short story for Rockababy with a few OCs. I also like to apologize in advance for turning Boomer’s housewife outfit into a costume. It was just too convenient. Also, my OC, Rosa-Maria, is not in this. This story is in case I don’t finish her story in time. Also, the end scenario is based off one of the stories from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.

It was a crisp Halloween morning. Brick had just gotten up and was about to get ready for school when his neighbor, Mrs. Gowan, came to him in the front of his house.

“Excuse me, Brick,” she said. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“What is it, Mrs. Gowan?”

“Well, me and my husband are going to a Halloween party at my sister’s in the next town and we can’t take our daughter, Martha, and her friends trick-or-treating.”

“What about her friends’ parents?”

“Sally’s mom has an extra shift at the hospital and Patty’s dad has a bad cold. And we can’t hire any sitters because they already have their hands full for tonight. So I thought, if you’re not too busy tonight, do you think you can take them? We’ll pay you.”

“Are you sure? You know how your husband feels about me… and Boomer.”

“True. But it was either you or ask his sister, Daniel, and she hates kids. But I convinced him. So, can you do it?”

“Well, I guess I can. If you don’t mind, I’d like to get my friends in on this.”

“I don’t see why not. I’ll bring her by later tonight before we leave. Thank you, Brick.”

With that, she leaves and Brick goes off to school.

At school, Brick tells the other Bozos as well as Richie and Ace about what his neighbor asked him.

“I think it’s sweet you want to help your neighbor,” said Boomer. “I think it would be a good idea.”

“He’s gotta point,” said Ace. “Besides, we have nothin’ better to do tonight and I don’t feel right about letting three young girls go out on their own.”

“What about that Si-Fi movie marathon on TV?” asked a disappointed Richie.

“Hey, there’s always next year,” said Shifty.

“I suppose. Besides… I think I have an idea for a costume.”

“Like what?” asked Ace.

The bell rang and Richie left for class, looking back to his friends with a smile and a wink saying, “It’s a surprise.”

Later after school, Shifty was at home with Buttons. He was looking in the mirror trying to decide what he should be for Halloween.

“You got any idea?” he asked her.

She just squeaked. This was to be her first Halloween.

“I guess I’ll try something.”

Shifty shapeshifted into some detective clothing. He was wearing a dark grey suit, a silver watch, and a gun holster under his coat. He completed the ensemble with a cigarette.

“Just like Bones, huh?”

Buttons laughed.

“But then again, Bones might be going as this. Next.”

Shifty shapeshifted into some kind of space raider. Some of the marks from his alien form would act his tattoos and had a lollipop in his mouth.

“I got the idea from one of Richie’s movies. What do ya think?”

Buttons squeaked in agreement. Then, he looked into the mirror.

“On second thought, this might be a bit too much. Next.”

Shifty was now a nerd just like Richie. To really sell it, he put on some headphone, had glasses that were blue in contrast to Richie’s red ones, and even a band aid on his cheek. Looking in the mirror, Shifty was quite impressed.

“This get-up makes me look young.”

Buttons makes a gesture like she was saying “Richie”.

“Yeah, I think this may be ahead of its time.”

Shifty decided to go for the big guns. He shapeshifted into the scariest thing he could think of… A square jock just like Ace. He was wearing a blue letterman’s jacket with an S, a blue tie, and even changed his hair style. To make it even more convincing, he had a football that Ace left behind from his last visit.

“What do ya think now?”

Buttons just stared a little confused.

“Yeah, this could be bad for my rep, even if I told ‘em that it’s just a costume.” He changed back to his usual greaser clothes. “I’ll think of something on the way. Right now… Let’s get on with your own costume.”

Buttons squeaked in delight.

First, Shifty dressed Buttons like some Russian beauty with a coat. But, the eye lashes made her look too sassy. Next, he dressed her up like a wizard. But he was afraid it would make her stick out too much. Then, he dressed her like some school teacher complete with glasses modeled after Richie’s, a pencil, and a balloon apple with a worm coming out of it. But it was way too simple.

“What would be good for you?”

Then, Buttons goes to a chest. She opens it to show his skin that he shaded some time ago.

“Huh. I thought that would have rotted away by now.”

Suddenly, Shifty got an idea. Taking the skin, he cut it up and sewed it up until it was a little version of Shifty’s alien form. It was just Button’s size and put it on her.

“Cool,” Shifty said with a smile.

Buttons squeaked in agreement.

Shifty looked up at the clock on the wall.

“Looks like we better go.”

Buttons got into Shifty’s coat and they set off for Brick’s house.

The Bozos assembled at Brick’s house in costumes. Brick was dressed as a martial arts master, complete with a pair of nun chucks and left his coat open to expose his chest which Boomer really liked. Speaking of Boomer, he was dressed like a housewife with a red dress, an apron, red heels, and even a frying pan. Ace was dressed like a 1940s detective. He also borrowed Ace’s magnifying glass to complete it. Ace claims that he came as a teen vampire. Basically, it’s just his regular clothes with his letterman jack and a pair of fake fangs.

“Hey, it was the best I could come up with,” he explained.

“You could have a least wear a cape,” suggested Boomer.

Shifty and Button arrive at last.

“You still ain’t found a costume?” asked Boomer.

“I couldn’t decide,” Shifty explained. “But look at what I did for Buttons.”

The guys couldn’t help but fond over how cute Buttons looked in her Shifty Alien suit.

“Where did you get the stuff to make it?” asked Ace.

“You don’t wanna know,” said Shifty.

Then, the familiar sound of Richie’s motorbike came in. The others turned only to drop their jaws. There was Richie… as a greaser.

“R- Richie?” asked a stunned Shifty.

“Tell me about it, stud~,” he responded.

Shifty nearly changed back into his alien form, but managed to hold it together while trying to keep Buttons in his jacket. But it was no use, and just like that, Shifty was back in his alien form. However, his coat remained.

“Holy crap, they’re coming!” said Brick as his neighbors’ door opened.

Shifty quickly took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, hoping Mr. and Mrs. Gowen wouldn’t get suspicious. Mr. and Mrs. Gowen were dressed like Alice and the Mad Hatter respectively, Matha was dressed like a princess, Sally was dressed like a cowgirl, and Patty was dressed like a witch.

“Shifty?” asked Mr. Gowen. “Is that you?”

“Y- Yes?” said a nervous Shifty.

Mr. Gowen was silent in thought for a while. And then…

“It’s perfect!” he shouted in glee. “An alien greaser? Now that’s original. I never would have thought that.”

Shifty sighted in relief.

“As for you, Richie,” said Mr. Gowen. “I’m impressed as well. Can you really see without your glasses?”

“I got contacts,” said Richie.

“Well, as long as it’s just a costume, I guess it’s fine.”

“I don’t know; I may keep this look for good… What? Can’t a guy change his style every now and again. But don’t worry. Even if I really do become a greaser, it’s still me.”

“Okay. And you, Ace, you’re not wearing a costume?”

“I am wearing a costume,” he said, pointing to his fake fangs. “It’s all I could afford at the moment.”

“I see. I guess with what happened to your father-“

“Jerry,” said Mrs. Gowen, sternly.

“Sorry. And…”

Mr. Gowen stopped when he saw Brick and Boomer.

“You… You look… Unique.”

Brick and Boomer didn’t whether they should laugh or be offended.

“Why doesn’t Dad like Brick and Boomer?” asked Martha.

“That’s not true,” said Mrs. Gowen. “It’s just that… People like Brick and Boomer make your father a little nervous.”

“But don’t worry, sweetie,” said Mr. Gowen. “I’m slowly but surely accepting it. I mean, the world is changing. Might as well change with it.”

“That’s true,” said Brick.

“By the way, Martha,” said Boomer. “I like your costume. You look just like a real princess.”

“I really wanted to be a pirate,” she said. “But Dad says that’s for boys.”

“And besides,” added Mr. Gowen. “I looked in every costume shop. They’re sold out. I guess pirates are the most popular this year. But don’t worry, we’ll try again next year.”

“Now,” said Mrs. Gowen. “Let’s go over the rules again. What’s the first rule?”

“Stay with Brick and his friends and don’t wonder off,” said Martha.

“Don’t talk to strangers,” said Sally.

“Don’t enter the houses,” said Patty. “Unless it’s the house of someone we know.”

“Take only candy that’s from houses, not off the streets,” said Martha.

“Keep the flashlights with us at all times,” said Sally.

“After getting the candy, don’t doddle, keep going,” said Patty.

“And most importantly…” said Mrs. Gowen.

“No eating the candy until after we get home,” the girls all said in unison.

“I’ve never heard of that rule before,” said Brick.

“After what happened last year, you never know what you mind find,” said Ace.

“And be sure to be back by nine,” said Mrs. Gowen. “I already made a lasagna. Heat it up when you get back.”

“Actually, I think I can make something just as good,” said Boomer.

“No,” Mr. Gowen. “I mean, you don’t need to trouble yourself. I’m sure things will be fine.”

“I can assure you, Mr. Gowen, Boomer’s a great cook,” said Brick. “Your daughter and her friends are in for a treat, if you pardon the pun since it’s Halloween.”

“I suppose… I mean, he has a frying pan.”

“Jerry, we’re going to be late,” said Mrs. Gowen.

“Right, “I’m late” is the White Rabbit’s line, not the Mad Hatter’s. Coming, Ella! Well, we’ll see you girls later. Stay safe.”

“Thanks, Dad,” said Martha.

“Thanks, Mr. Gowen,” said Sally and Patty.

With that, Mr. and Mrs. Gowen got in their car and left.

“You actually looked good in that, Boomer,” said Sally. “Nice legs.”

“Thanks,” said Boomer, proudly. “Just remember these legs are for someone else.”

He winks at Brick who was blushing happily.

“Actually, I like Shifty’s better,” said Martha. “He almost looks… sexy.”

Shifty was unsure what to say. But he could tell Buttons was stirring in his jacket in jealousy.

“You’re… Not actually falling for me, are you?” asked a nervous Shifty.

“You wish,” said Martha. “I already have a boyfriend. Just don’t tell my dad, okay?”

“Your secret is safe with me. Believe me, I can keep one.” Shifty winked with a smile and he could tell Buttons was happy.

“What’s that in your jacket?” asked Patty.

Shifty took Buttons out of his jacket as she pretends to be a stuffed toy.

“I just thought it would make it more convincing,” lied Shifty.

“I think it’s really cute,” said Patty.

“Can we go now?” asked Sally. “The good candy is always the first to go.”

“Right,” said Richie. “Let’s get going!”

With that, the Bozos, Richie (who by now is probably a Bozo himself), Ace, and the girls left for their candy quest

They went from house to house, gathering candy wherever they go. . Many people were a little confused about the Bozos’ costumes. Especially Brick and Boomer, but they ended up liking them anyway. In the upper class neighborhood where Ace once lived, he had to hide his face in hopes no one would recognize him. It would be a bit humiliating if some of the guys he once hung out with at school saw him and laughed at his current situation.

After what seemed like hours, it was time to head home.

“It’s really getting dark,” said Bones. “We should get going.”

Suddenly, it began to rain.

“We need to get inside somewhere,” said Brick.

“How about there,” said Boomer.

He was pointing to… an old abandoned house.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” asked an unsure Ace. “And of all the nights, a dark and stormy Halloween night?”

“Do you see anywhere else?” asked Shifty.

Ace knew this was true. So, they all went inside the house. It was dark and dusty.

“Abandoned is right,” said Brick.

“I can’t imagine anyone living here,” said Boomer.

Bones looked around the house for a bit. Suddenly, he went as pale as a ghost.

“You guys,” he said with dread. “I think I know where we are.”

“What do you mean?” asked Martha.

“I don’t get it, either,” said Shifty.

“This was before you girls were born,” said Bones. “And before Shifty came to town. It was back when we were just kids around your age.”

“Can you tell us?” asked Martha.

“Okay,” said Bones, grimly. “Just hope you like… ghost stories.”

The group sat down and listened to Bones’ story.

“Many years ago, when we were just kids, there was a rumor going around town that this house was haunted. Every night, a bloody head would fall down the chimney… That chimney.”

He was pointing to a nearby fireplace.

“Because of this rumor, the owner would not stay in it. However, one day, he announced to the whole town that he would give $5000 to whoever was brave enough to stay in the house for one night. But no one would even dare. They were just too damn scared.”

Shifty scowled at Bones for saying damn in front of three little girls… Four, actually. But Bones continued.

“But then, a young man and his dog came up. He said that he would take the challenge on the condition that he would be allowed to bring his dog with him. The owner agreed.

Later that night, the young man and his dog arrived at the house. He lit a fire in the fireplace to keep warm. As it got later, the young man was starting to think that the rumors were just made up and was about to head up stairs to sleep.

But just as he was about to get up, he heard a voice singing a sad song…

Me Tie Dough-ty Walker…

The young man thought it was probably just some drunkard singing gibberish. But no sooner had he brushed it off… his dog responded.

Lynchee Kinchy Colly Molly Dingo Dingo.

The young man was startled. He had never heard his dog utter a word, never mind singing. Suddenly, the young man heard the singing again, but this time, it was closer.

Me Tie Dough-ty Walker…

A bit afraid, the young man urged his dog to remain quite… But to no avail.

Lynchee Kinchy Colly Molly Dingo Dingo.

The young man didn’t know what to think. Then, the song was song again. This time, it was real close.

Me Tie Dough-ty Walker…

And like before, the dog responded.

Lynchee Kinchy Colly Molly Dingo Dingo.

The young man wanted to leave, but he couldn’t. Something just wouldn’t let him get up. Then, he heard the singing again, only this time, it was right on the other side of the wall.

Me Tie Dough-ty Walker…

The young man once again urged his dog not to respond, but like before, he did not listen.

Lynchee Kinchy Colly Molly Dingo Dingo.

Then, the young man heard something climb up the side of the house. Then, it was on the roof as it continued its song. Only louder.

Me Tie Dough-ty Walker!

The young man tried to silence the dog with his hands, but he only growled at the young man. When he kept his distance, the dog responded. Only louder than before.

Lynchee Kinchy Colly Molly Dingo Dingo!

Then, whatever was on the roof went into down the chimney and sang so loud that it was almost deafening.

ME TIE DOUGH-TY WALKER!

Then, the dog responded with the song, but now really loud almost like a howl.

LYNCHEE KINCHY COLLY MOLLY DINGO DINGO!

Then, something fell down the chimney into the fireplace, missing the fire, and landed next to the dog… It was a bloody head. The dog took one look at it and fell over dead from fright. Then, the head turned to the boy, opened its mouth, and…

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The Bozos, Richie, Ace and the girls were now shaking.

“The next morning, the owner came to check on the young man. But when he went in, he found the young man lying next to his dead dog. His hair was completely white from shock and his was uttering gibbering. The ambulance came to take the young man to the hospital. When the owner asked the young man what had happened, all he could say was…

The Jangly Man is coming.

The young man is still in the asylum to this day. And every night, he sang the same song…

Me Tie Dough-ty Walker…

The end.”

Bones could tell that the Bozo, Richie, Ace, and the girls were now scared.

“Of course, it’s just a story. It may or may not have happened.”

“Well I’m havin’ a hard time not believin’ it,” said an upset Boomer.

“He- He’s right,” said Sally. “It’s just a story. My mom said a head can’t live without a body.”

“Well, I did say it was a ghost story,” said Bones. “But don’t worry, we all know there’s no such things as ghosts.”

“That’s what they said about aliens,” Richie whispered to Shifty. Buttons was listening, too.

“So don’t worry,” continued Bones. “There’s nothing to be scared of.”

But no sooner had he had said it, they heard something faint outside.

“Me Tie Dough-ty Walker…”

“You were saying?” said a doubtful Ace. “I’m not sticking around here for a bloody severed head.”

But just as Ace was getting up, something fell down the chimney and out of the fireplace. Ace, the Bozos, Richie, and the girls just stood silent for a moment… They screamed and all ran out of the house. None of them ever saw that was fell out of the fireplace… was an empty bird’s nest. And none of them even noticed that the singing was just an owl that was hooting something that sounded like singing.

After calming themselves down and realizing that it had stopped raining, the Bozos, Richie, Ace, and the girls all headed back to Martha’s house.

Boomer heated up the lasagna (adding a few touches of his own) and fed it to the girls as he, the other Bozos, Richie, and Ace checked the candy. Thankfully, nothing had been tampered and was all safe to eat. The girls, the Bozos, Richie, and even Ace helped themselves to their loot. Shifty secretly gave some to Buttons. They spent the rest of the evening watching movies on the TV and the girls fell fast asleep.

Later, the sound the Gowens’ car was heard outside and Mr. and Mrs. Gowen came in.

“It looks like you had quite the adventure tonight,” said Mrs. Gowen, taking some money from her purse and gave it to Brick. “I hope they weren’t too much trouble.”

“Not at all, Mrs. Gowen,” said Brick.

“You know,” said Mr. Gowen. “You boys are all right. You can watch Martha anytime. Thank you.”

“It ain’t no prob,” said Shifty.

With that, the Bozos, Richie, and Ace all went next door to Brick’s place to stay for the night.

None of them will ever forget that eventful Halloween night…

And Buttons won’t forget that it was her first one.

The end.

[the-moon-pal]

what trait would get your ocs noticed in Rockababy? (like how shifty doesn't blink enough)

Ooo!!!

Ok ok so, i feel like Scott would be that his shirt sometimes moves in odd ways, they're not very noticeable if you dont pay attention put i feel like because of his mouth, and its movements, it makes his shirt move

Or i could say his odd amount of teeth if you were to look into his mouth (i remember joking that he wouldn't go to a dentist because i feel a dentist would tell instantly that something is wrong with his mouth and the amount of teeth)

And Don in the other hand hmmm, i feel like his is more difficult to notice, he has been very much in hiding those traits for years. I feel like maybe he sometimes stops himself when reaching something, like he hesitates to grab stuff sometimes