#squirrel and hedgehog oc

[sah-crescentmoon]

My OC finally has colors :))

I am considering changing their name since I found out someone else has an OC with the same name. To be fair, we both spell the name differently in English. But the Korean characters are the same. Thus, they are still the same name with the same meaning. How I never saw or noticed is a complete mystery to me. And I don't know how to feel about it hence my consideration of his name change.

I still want to have Dal (달) in his name since it means moon. And is in contrast to his sister's name (Noeul) that has relations to the sun. And showing that they are polar opposite is important to their lore/backstory. There are two names I can consider:

Dal (달): Moon (literally one character is a name)

Dallim (달님): Miss/Mister Moon*

*This is the name that I am mostly considering.

Though, I could also consider using Wol (월), which means Moon as well but within Hanja (usage of the Chinese characters). Though, it also seems to mean Months? Which I am not too keen on using since the character seems has a double meaning to it (depending on other characters it's with).

One last option is to find a word that uses the character (달), but I like giving my OCs actual names (unlike in SaH where names are based on species or apperances). I was jokingly thinking changing his name to Wolbyeong (Mooncake). But again, I like to give my OCs actual names. And that name wouldn't match my OCs personality. I usually take a long time naming characters since I always name them based on their personality or what they represent as a character. I take days to name a character because I always want to find the right character to use. That's how serious I am with naming my OCs which is why that "joke" name doesn't sit well with me.

Also I changed the style of his eyes and am thinking of which style. I think I nailed the shape that I want him to have. The removal of the pupil was just inspired by another anime character. But I think the pupil fits him better than without? I think I got inspired by Komi-san Can't Communicate since I have been seeing a lot of discourse over the new art style of the manga (and my take is that I don't like the art now).

[mintyscuriocabinet]

Art trade with @sahbeetle3!

Hope you like it!

[ceiling-karasu]

Update for The Rod That Blocks the Lightning and basic first concept for a new OC.

September turned out to be a very busy month, and depending on this weekend I may not be able to upload the new chapter this month.

I was also very distracted, because I was wondering how to draw a deer with a hijab, and then found a Picrew that does in fact allow one to make a hog deer wearing a hijab, so I played around with that for a week so I can study that.

Anyway, someone scattered these tiny frogs around my workplace.

So this one lives at my workstation now.

Which is a coincidence, since I was just thinking of the frog reporter from The Continued Battle.

Well, I actually do need a foreign reporter OC for at least one scene. I also need an investigator from the international law courts like The Hague to ask questions (like the weasels and wolves attacking civilians and the Flower Hill spike pits).

The ostrich and frog did not seem to fit the bill. But a pink frog? This allows for me to make a general first concept from what I did have planned.

So, poison dart frog reporter it is (sah-headcannons guessed it as well)! Of course, it just so happens that poison dart frogs don’t really come in pink outside of a toad and maybe some private breeder’s rare color morph, which might also be fake.

The closest coloration I can get is the Strawberry Poison Dart Frog, specifically a variant from the Red Frog Beach of Isla Bastimentos, Panama, which are a more red color.

I kind of wanted to name the frog ‘Maria,’ (funny enough someone else suggested the same), which would be some other character’s first introduction to an individual not named after their species and occupation. But the locals of the beach where she is from call the frogs Rana Rojo.

Rana Roja is the perfect name! I was somewhat thinking of Lois Lane for the reporter character. She’s technically just a court reporter, but she does some amateur investigative journalism (maybe kind of like Nancy Drew?) since her coloration and the fact that she is from my AU’s version of The Hague makes people act suspicious, and gets her into troublesome shenanigans that reveal many hidden secrets…

The poison part could be an issue. Maybe she wears special clothing to prevent it from touching anyone. Maybe it’s just numbing and works like sweat unless she is stressed or very excited.

The poison also comes from diet, I think, since captive poison dart frogs don’t have the toxins. So she might be careful with what she eats, while carrying around vials of her own poison for emergencies, which Soor-Hiran would be very interested in obtaining.

[berriuccino]

(10/14/24) he is a Goober. A silly goober

@kosmicpowers

[sahbeetle3]

My SaH oc yuri couple

[berri-art-uccino]

@agotia-t very cool guy

hEL OOKS LIKE A CAT

[throwaway-1056a]

im tired

[ceiling-karasu]

I love the texture on this! It is like you could reach out and feel the fuzz!

I would wait until you are feeling better before you decide on making polls about your OC.

I mean that is YOUR OC, so I feel like if you want help on it, it should be more of a suggestion thing where you talk it out and take notes to look over later, rather than an absolute thing with the polls, if that makes sense.

I would figure out what you would want to do with Oegwajogjebi more before deciding if he went with the rebellion. If he keeps his head down in the regular army he might be able to leave after a while (assuming there was a length of time he was conscripted or joined for), but if he goes with the rebels, and they take control, will that length of time he has to stay be honored?

Is that something he would have to worry about? Does he think he could leave the army sooner if the rebels take control? Is he promised something in exchange for his assistance in the rebellion, or is he lured into it and blackmailed?

Then again, I feel like the Weasel Unit would be more strict than the rebels at Mt. Rock. The regular soldiers in the rebellion groups seem to be more ragtag and disorderly (if more fun), so more entertaining shenanigans could happen in there.

How important is the organ stealing to you? Oegwajogjebi could probably get away with it more if he was with the rebellion than he would with the Weasel Unit, especially if he liked a lot of the troops or found he would feel sad if certain individuals died.

You can bounce back and forth, too! Have the best of both worlds! Commander Jogjebi lets Geomeunjogjebi live despite knowing he was part of the rebellion, so he would be sure to spare another surgeon since they are so useful.

I’ve been thinking about developing Oegwajogjebi’s backstory a bit more because i’ve been ignoring my own oc 💀

This freak of nature…

I’ve got a basic kinda outline for his personality and traits:

- he’s a doctor, a surgeon specifically

- he’s a regular guy, not a lot of plot armor here 💀

- While sympathetic/kinder than the average weasel, he’s still aligned with the weasel army, and a bit bigoted.

- cowardly and complicit in Flower Hill’s takeover

- He’s apart of the normal weasel army (Whether or not he swaps to Black Rock or not i’m still thinking about that…)

maybe its because im not feeling well but I’m tempted on making polls and letting yall decide his fate in some ways…we’ll see. Feel free to leave any thoughts aaaa

[adokle]

Mighty the Viper?

Honey's giving Mighty and Ray the full Armstone experience, including a run in the viper pit, against the winner of the Viper Nutcracker Tournament no less. Naturally an exhibition between two titans might catch the eye of interested parties, such as the media mogul behind the Chaos Emerald Championship, as well as the mayor, still salty and looking for a runback. --- Just a Bahn vs. Mighty pic styled after the Fighters Megamix Saturn boxart is all. Mighty and Ray tend to get associated with Honey by fans, so it seems like a natural crossover to me.

[flightyalrighty]

Sketches from last week's req stream! Ft. Ray the Flying Squirrel, Surge The Tenrec (early concept art version), TWO whole Shadow, and a couple of cool OCs!

[so386700]

Character doodles!

[sah-crescentmoon]

More art of Dalbit.

I am falling in love with his design. He’s very pretty. He wears gloves. Two different colored gloves. A black one on his right hand and a white one on his left. Also as you can tell, I cannot draw hands so please excuse them (ok, the hands are not that bad but it could have been better).

[mintyscuriocabinet]

I made a ref for my Squirrel and Hedgehog OC! Feel free to draw him if you wish :3

[ceiling-karasu]

Jollin and the Festival

The afternoon before the start of the Dano Dragon Boat festival, Nayeon greeted Jollin as he returned home from his rounds, chattering happily as usual. As the spring crops came in around her family farm, the bunny had come by multiple times in the past few weeks to borrow the cart he used for larger courier and mail deliveries around his assigned area of Flower Hill.

Jollin did not mind. Nayeon only borrowed it when she knew he was going to have a light load the next day, or had the day off. And besides, letting her borrow the cart increased the chances of her gifting him a few extra bits of produce as a neighborly thanks, a luxury unheard of back when he was a half-starved laborer in the Weasel Kingdoms.

The entire community seemed to think he was too malnourished for his own good, not knowing that his thinner body and less fluffy tail was due to him being a dormouse scout for the enemy, and not actually a squirrel as they assumed. He dreaded to think about what would happen if they figured it out. Then again, instead of publicly exposing him, they would likely contact the Cherry Valley command center, who would explain that yes, he had actually defected long ago, and was happily being used as bait to lure out other scouts who may have escaped the roundup of the other Tokgasi agents. Or so the hedgehog and squirrel commander had assumed, and continued to believe.

“…I do hope you are able to attend the festival, tomorrow! I just hope it is not interrupted by the Weasel Unit, but surely not even they would be inconsiderate enough to attack a peaceful festival when an international crowd is around. Even I get to perform on stage in the afternoon! I have been practicing in every free moment I get! But I won’t tell you what I am performing. It’s a secret you will have to see for yourself,” Nayeon could hardly keep still as she laughed, bold and shy at the same time.

Jollin could guess that she would probably perform a dance, perhaps in tune to some folk music, or even an opera song. Over the last few weeks, she had taken to wearing a traditional hanbok- or chosŏn-ot, as Flower Hill called them- in every spare moment, twirling as she moved. Even Jollin had noticed her gracefulness, which made her a prime candidate for one of the floating dances performed on the peninsula. He had heard of those, although it had previously been a delicate spectacle reserved only for the weasels and other upper class groups in their mansions and theaters. Granted, she still had to work, so the chima was not as long as to cover the boots, and was not adorned in complex patterns, but she would likely be wearing a proper version at the festival. Still, even he knew not to spoil the surprise, needing to fake some cheerfulness and mimic the excitement of the fools of the country.

“Oh! I simply cannot wait! The Command Center does need me to deliver a few packages tomorrow, but I bet they will need to be taken to the festival anyway,” he laughed. Really, the commanders had already approached him with intel that another Tokgasi agent was to appear at the festival, and wanted him, the supposed defector, to hunt them down. “But it will be getting dark soon! You had best be on your way home so you can help the others with the crops! Otherwise, you will all have to do it in the dark, and that can be dangerous! You might oversleep.”

“Yes, sir!” The bunny tittered She waved, then quickly moved down the path and around the hills towards her home, pulling the cart.

Jollin was not necessarily worried about Nayeon being out alone in the dark. Granted, the Tokgasi survivors were hiding out in the area, but it was unlikely they would go for her. There was a danger of a rouge scout taking her hostage to try and get the dormouse courier to shelter them, of course, thinking that they were close friends. But he knew that despite her looks, Nayeon had already been through the mandatory conscription of Flower Hill. She should know how to fight off an attacker, especially given her grandfather being a top general.

Which made him wonder if she was really the happy, bubbly bunny she appeared to be. As far as he was concerned, his paranoia over her being a plant by Cherry Valley was fully justified. Particularly after her grandfather, the doddering old retired soldier, who would absentmindedly, in his loneliness and age, give away secrets about Flower Hill’s defenses and movements, had turned out to be a fully in charge general, who was feeding him false information as part of a Flower Hill plot to use an enemy scout to destabilize the opposing army. Apparently, Flower Hill, as with other nations, were surprisingly fine with allowing a scout to live and work in their homeland. However, the fact that the scout was not sending the false information back to his handlers as they had planned was an actual problem, as it meant that Weasel Unit forces were not falling into traps that had been set up. It forced the general to drop his charade early out of frustration, and for the Flower Hill commanders to formally induct him as a defector from the enemy.

So, what about his granddaughter, Nayeon? Living so close to the Command Center, it was possible that her role to play was to casually drop information on what he should be doing, in a way that would not sound like an order, should he prove obstinate to demands. Come to the festival, a loud place he had no interest in, and stand near a stage, possibly to meet up and chat with a ‘friendly’ hedgehog about infiltration he had seen other than the Weasel Unit soldiers who had been purposefully invited.

On the other hand, she could simply be that innocent, somehow. It would be a bad idea to question her. If it was the latter, and she found out he was one of the enemies? I wouldn’t see her as often. There would go all the extra food, and news from around Flower Hill that he did need to pass on to his handlers. As far as he could tell, she had no parents, and lived with her grandfather, and given the current war and occupations, there was usually a reason for that.

So, being a bit paranoid about what he said and did was reasonable. The commanders and the soldiers saw it as typical mouse nervousness, while the citizens out of conscription saw him as a poor shellshocked victim from the border, afraid to make friends in case he lost them again. Let both those groups believe that. It makes it easier to meet up with Tokgasi alone.

Which was another reason Jollin needed Nayeon to leave so early. He could see the smudge on one of the stones leading up to the walkway to his house his own house. Someone like him, a Tokgasi scout, would easily recognize the faint Weasel Unit symbol on the ground, signaling that there was a message for him. Jollin lay a hand on the fence post, waiting for Nayeon to shift positions, so the straw hat hanging off his back would block her view of his hand snatching the calling card from Tokgasi affixed to the fence post.

My own house. He hardly could have dreamed of having his own private residence in his previous country. Small, but his own. His own bedroom, a main room, working plumbing in a bathroom, and closets for extra clothing of all things. And the fools had just given this to him, either thinking he was one of their own, or had happily switched sides.

He could get an even greater house if he gave Flower Hill over to Tokgasi and the Weasel Unit. A larger home, with luxuries Flower Hill eschewed, maybe even his own servants, as he had seen other mice get for procuring a great victory for their weasel masters, should they be so inclined.

And perhaps, despite how nice they had been, the thought that Flower Hill fully deserved destruction for their inaction towards the suffering taking place in Usuhan Jiyeog still arose. Just sitting back and not interfering as his people starved and died of sickness, hardly having a care in the world about those who had slighted them generations ago. Jollin had seen the firepower around Cherry Valley and elsewhere, knew that with precision strikes they could have easily wiped out the leaders and most of the Weasel Unit, making their country safer, but they were too soft to do so. Once the weasels were gone, most of the mice would likely starve to death without overseers telling them what to do, so Flower Hill should not have to worry about that.

Still, the firepower he had been allowed to casually see gave him pause in reporting anything.

Either way, there would be a meeting tonight. The message noted to leave the door unlocked.

……………………………………………………………………….

The hill in front of his house blocked his view of the valley below, and he assumed that hedgehogs would spy on him from there. Which meant it was a perfect area for Tokgasi and his agents, along with other scouts, to survey as well to make sure they were not being watched.

The mice gathered in the main room, some watching the windows to make sure no one snuck up on the house. Nervous fools, Jollin noted. One of these days, during one of these meetings, someone was going to make a mistake and capture a hedgehog who passed by, instead of hiding. The smarter infiltrators had run away when Tokgasi’s scout ring had collapsed, helped by Jollin’s instructions on the lax security that appeared during specific times. He had heard the other mice whispering rumors of Geumbanji’s mercenary group running a series of safe-houses for deserters, ending somewhere near the border of Chaand Hadia.

Which, while an odd tactic for mercenaries to use, made perfect sense. Geumbanji himself needed to lie low, now that Flower Hill had realized he was a traitor, and with other countries likely keeping a lookout for him as well, he might be bored. Besides, he would get money, news, and supplies from the traffic, while Flower Hill could watch a steady stream of soldiers leave the ranks of the Weasel Unit. The gold ringed mouse could run his mercenary operation from anywhere.

Fleeing to Chaand Hadia had also been one of his possible routes for desertion, but the stories he had heard about the endless food supply and idiotic citizens of Flower Hill who would just give him things had been too tempting. Besides, he would rather see if the foreign country he knew almost nothing about would actually welcome mice and allow them to assimilate. Best not to be among the first. Even if not, he could still hide somewhere.

But that was not important at the moment. Tokgasi was giving him orders.

“We have finally managed to make contact with the second scout we have embedded around the Command Center. We know that he will be at the festival working security, which is good for us to sneak in. Once you make your deliveries, seek him out and give him this message,” Tokgasi handed him a light pink data chip. “These will give him his next instructions.”

“Activating the sleeper agent, eh?” Jollin snickered, trying his best to sound like a typical mouse, fawning over his boss.

“Naturally! It is time that we start to make our moves to prepare to strike.” Tokgasi smiled back, all previous suspicion of Jollin being a traitor who deserted gone from his mind

“Alright, it should be easy enough, sir! I will complete my mission!” Jollin saluted properly.

The other mice smiled and cheered softly, not wanting to arouse suspicion from outside, if anyone was lurking.

Well, this is interesting. Two Weasel Unit scouts embedded in the command center could spell doom for Flower Hill. But Flower Hill also expected him to find a scout at the festival, which meant that they might already know, betraying the remainder of his own little group of friends.

Jollin supposed he would have to see how it would go.

…………….

End Part One

[berriuccino]

(08/26/24) dalbit jumpscare (oc from @sah-crescentmoon)

[sahbeetle3]

They look way better in this old drawing