#squirrel and hedgehog oc

[the-real-jeda]

Uhm this is my first post, please don’t drop kick me into the pavement I’m sorry for existing

[sah-crescentmoon]

Something I did while I was waiting for class.

I don’t know if she would be a new character of mine. But if she was, she would be working as an archivist or doing something based around culture. Idk. She isn’t a character I would place in OFP since she wouldn’t be a solider. She would have been exempted.

The quality came out a bit wonky

[throwaway-1056a]

hedgehogs

[berriuccino]

Random squirrel old lady

[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.

[sahbeetle3]

My SaH oc yuri couple

[berri-art-uccino]

@agotia-t very cool guy

hEL OOKS LIKE A CAT

[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

[deadnymaster]

72 minutes left people!! Maybe it got already launched when you are watching this!!

Please reblog for more sonic fans for see it because this is going to DEFINITELY be a lost dream if you don't do it

[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.

[the-real-jeda]

Erm ignore how the cover is the same photo of the last post, I have other pictures I swear

Also I’m not an animator by any means

[sah-crescentmoon]

Art for the short story. For those who kept up with my short stories and OCs, yes, I have finally wrote a short story of Iris (it's a story from her childhood). I have been meaning to post this, but I never knew what I wanted to draw and was busy with school. But after a month or two, I finally made the art and can now post this. The short story isn't the best, but I like it regardless and hope for those who kept up with them will enjoy them too. (Note: I don't know much about guns and it will be noticeable within the story).

Competition:

Iris lifted the pistol up and aimed. The glass bottle was 10 yards away from her and there was a lack of strong wind today, so Iris knew this shot will be easier than usual. She took a deep breathe in and fired the pistol. The crack of the pistol pierced the silence of the field and soon the shatter of glass could be heard as the pieces hit the ground. Iris lifted the pistol to the air and quickly put the safety on. She smiled as she put the pistol into the holster.

“Well, I’ll be damned. You’ve gotten better,” a voice spoke. Iris turned around to see a female fox in an army uniform with a distinictive white and red cross armband. Iris smiled as she ran up to her.

“Lucy! You’re back! How was the trip back home?” Iris shouted as she hugged her sister. Lucy laughed as she hugged her little sister back. “You stayin’ for the competition?” Lucy nodded. Iris smiled even wider.

“How can I miss the chance to see my little sister compete in a competition she won’t shut up about for the last 5 years,” Lucy laughed. Iris blushed at the mention of that. She still can’t believe she nearly stepped on the turkey when she stood on the table to announce she wanted to join the competition. To this day, Iris is banned from speaking of it at the dinner table. Lucy then laughed harder as she realized Iris remembered that day. “I swear I thought ma was ready to ground you for life for that!”

“B-Be quiet!” Iris shouted as she playfully hit her sister. The two sisters continued to banter until they heard a bicycle bell ring. They turned to see the boy from the neighboring house ride up to them. The boy hopped off his bicycle and walk up to them. The two sisters looked at each other. Lucy stepped forward and blocked the view of Iris’ holster. The sisters knew that woman being interested in firearms, especially for sports, was still looked down upon. So, Lucy wanted to make sure that the neighbor’s kid had nothing to tell others.

“Good mornin’!” The boy shouted. Iris and Lucy both greeted him back. The boy tried to look behind Lucy, but Lucy remained still. The boy shrugged. “My ma wanted to know why someone here is shootin’.”

“Your ma heard wrong. No one here was shootin’.” The boy didn’t look like he believed. He gave a smirk.

“Oh. Iris, it was you who was shootin’,” the boy said. The boy finally managed to look past Lucy. Iris tried to hide the gun holster, but the belt around her hip was a dead give away. The boy chuckled. “Heard you was going to join the target shooting competition today. Did they allow you to join?”

“I want to. Will you?” Iris asked. The boy then broke out in laughter. Iris felt humiliated and angry that his reaction. Lucy gripped her shoulder. When Iris looked up, Lucy shook her head. Her sister was telling her to not say anything.

“You? You think you can win that competition? You’ll be lucky if they even let you compete!” The boy laughed as he turned to his bicycle. “Tell you what, if you win the competition then I’ll do your chore of cleanin' the barn!” With that the boy left.

“Argh! I hate that I can’t say anything back to him!” Iris shouted as she grabbed her gun and aimed at the last bottle standing. Quickly, she fired the gun and watched as the bottle shattered. Suddenly, her sister held her hand.

“Don’t worry about him. However, have you even signed up?” Lucy asked. Iris nodded.

“Sure did. They didn’t say much though,” Iris recounted. Lucy looked confused. “I went there the other day with Roy and…”

Iris gleefully ran outside. It was the day she was going to sign up for tomorrow’s shooting competition. She found her dad gathering the newly grown wheat. Quietly, or as quietly as she could be, snuck up behind him. But before she could pounce, someone shouted.

“Good mornin', Iris!” Iris pouted as her dad turned around. He chuckled as he realized that his daughter was trying to spook him. Iris snapped her head to the one who gave away her chance to scare her dad. An older fox smirked as he tried to pretend he didn’t say anything.

“Roy!” Iris shouted. Roy, who was her older brother, laughed. He walked up to his little sister.

“What? Is- Is somethin' the matter?” He chuckled. Iris pursed her lips as she ran behind her brother. And immediately jumped onto his back. “H-Hey! What gives?!’ He shouted as he tried to get Iris to get off of him.

“This is what you get for snitchin’!” Iris said as she laughed. Roy finally grabbed Iris and pulled her off. Iris squirmed and was quickly placed on the ground. Roy rolled his eyes, but he soon seemed to notice something.

“Is that dad’s gun holster?” Roy asked. Their dad, who had gone back to work, turned to look at her. Iris nodded. “Why do you have it again? Dad already let you use it yesterday.”

“The competition is tomorrow! I want to enter it!” Iris shouted. Roy and their father’s face scrunched, but as quickly it came, it was gone. Iris tilted her head in confusion. Roy chuckled and pat her head.

“Well, let’s take you there! I am sure they’ll let you sign up,” Roy said. Unknown to Iris, his voice was strained. The two quickly set out to town.

“Ah! There it is! Do you think they’ll mind if I use dad’s pistol?” Iris said as they neared the booth. Roy did not respond. He suddnly stopped.

“Iris, stay here. I’ll talk to them,” Roy said. Iris nodded as she watched Roy walk up to the booth. Iris watched as Roy and the man spoke. The man immediately began to laugh. Iris looked away. She knew it. Despite all that she hoped, she knew she would never be allowed the competition.

“All good!” Roy shouted. Iris looked up as her brother handed her a ticket. Iris smiled widely as she jumped into her brother’s arms.

“Oh thank you! Thank you!” She shouted over and over. Roy chuckled as he hugged her back. The two siblings left the town square and back home. Iris could not stop smiling nor talking. Her brother remained silent.

“And yeah. That’s what happened,” Iris said, finishing her story. Lucy hummed. The two sisters stayed silent as they thought. “Anyway, I have to go! The competition is soon and I will be damned to be late!” Iris shouted as she bolted to the house to gather more ammunitions. She did not see how Roy had appeared and spoke to Lucy.

Her father was in the house waiting. “Hey, before you compete. Here, a gun and its holster of your own. So, stop hoggin' mine!” he laughed. Iris gasped as she held it. It was a gun and a gun holster that was hers and hers alone! She couldn’t stop thanking her dad. Her mother laughed. Iris smiled. She had to win this competition now! She ran out of the house and did not wait for her family.

The crowd was large. Iris felt so nervous. A lot of the competitors were older than her. All of them seemed to at least be an adult or older teen. Unlike her, who was only 14. Iris walked up to the man at the booth. The same one as yesterday. She turned her ticket in.

“Ah, so you’re the little Annie Oakley,” the man chuckled. Iris rolled her eyes but nodded. Annie Oakley was a famous sharpshooter and Iris’ role model. If she could succeed, then Iris can too! “Your brother put a lot into the bet, y’know.”

“What? What bet?” Iris asked. The man chuckled as he pointed behind her. Iris turned to see a line of people. She was holding up the line. Iris quickly moved out of the way and to the area of the competitors. None of them wanted to be near her nor even acknowledge her existence. Iris never felt more alone than today.

“Iris, you’re up.” Iris looked up to see that all the men have finished their rounds. New boards were added. The rule for this competition was a bit different from others. It was more about accuracy and distance, not typical for a pistol competition. And there were many boards. Most were under 75 yards. However, two were 100 years away. The rule is to choose three targets and shoot them. The further you shot, the higher the points were. Iris wanted to aim for one at 75 yards and two at the 100 yards. She knew she could lose the competition and be ridicule, but when she heard that her brother had put a bet into her. She knew she had to do her best!

“Ok,” Iris said. She walked to the x on the ground. Immediately, she could hear people shouting for her to not even bother. How as a woman, she needed to stay out of men’s sports. Iris felt nervous once again. But, she worked so hard for this! She will not back down! The whistle blew and Iris aimed her pistol at the target at 75 yards.

Bang! The first shot rang. The crowd quiet down as Iris made her next aim. The 100 yard target. People began to shout for her to shoot the other two 75 yard targets. That it would be impossible. Which might be true, even some of the best sharpshooters failed to make good shots at them. She aimed her pistol a bit higher to give the bullet a chance to have some accuracy after 75 yards. Iris took a breathe in and pulled the trigger. Bang! Iris quickly aimed at the second 100 yard target and shot before she could change her mind. The whistle blew. Judges quickly headed to the farthest targets. Iris turned to look at her family, who only shook her head. They didn’t believe in her. Iris looked down. Soon, the judges came back.

“10 points for the 75 yard target. 8 points for one of the 100 yards. For the last 100 yard, 8 points. In total, 26 points!” The judge called out in surprise. Iris whipped her head up to see everyone shocked. Iris had somehow manage to hit the 100 yard targets with great accuracy! Iris smiled. She might win the competition. But then, a judge walked up to her.

“Iris, great job. It takes skills to do what you did today. However, I am not sure how to say this. The… the head of this local game is friends with Roy, so they allowed you to participate as only a participant, not a competitor. Your points will not be added in nor will you be able to receive the winning title,” the judge said. Iris’ eyes widened. So, even if she won, she would not be declared the winner?! Iris pursed her lips and looked down. She wanted to cry. Why is it that she won the competition fair and still she was forced to watch her talent go to waste. Iris nodded and walked away. At the same time, the top three were announced.

“Iris! Iris!” Her mother shouted for her. Iris was so pissed. She did not want to talk to anyone. Soon, her arm was grabbed. It was Roy. Iris yanked her arm away. At this point, tears fell down her face.

“How dare you! How dare you not tell me that I was a participant! I was never even considered a competitor! You lied to me!” Iris screamed. Roy was taken aback by her shouts. Lucy ran up and stood between the two. “Why did you never tell me you and your friends had made a bet on me?! I won that competition fair and sqaure! Yet I couldn’t even receive recognition!”

“Are you stupid?!” Roy shouted. “Why would you? You’re a girl! Did you ever think the local competition would risk losing to you?! You should be glad you even got the chance to be there! Do you know how humilitating it is that you don’t know your place?!” Iris’ eyes widened. Lucy gasped. Their parents shook their head. Roy seemed to suddenly realized what he had said. “I- I’m sorry, Iris.” Iris didn’t stay for the rest of the apology.

Iris couldn’t stop crying. She felt so hurt. No matter what she did, her hobby was just that. She could never actually become a sharpshooter or even a soldier. It was all hopeless dream. Iris grabbed the gun and its holster and threw it into the river. She wouldn’t need it anymore. She turned and walked away. Iris finally realized that if she wanted respect from her family then she needs to become a woman like Lucy. Unbeknowst to her, a figure grabbed the gun and its holster. They looked at it and then back at the young fox walking away.

Note:

Again, I know nothing about guns, so please forgive me for the inaccuracies (I do not represent my country well enough with the lack of knowledge on guns( this is a joke)

Ah, a somewhat long short story here. I never wrote this into her information pages. But for a while, Iris did give up on her shooting skills. She was hurt by a lot of things and this was the final straw. Eventually, she got her pistol back. But, she never knew who had returned it to her as she just found it on her bed. She did still continue to go target shooting, but Iris traveled up to the mountains to do that. So, her family and peers had no idea where she disappeared off to.

The family's relationship was a mess for the next three years. But as Iris grew up, she just began to want to forget the past and move on. She felt guilty that no one could talk to one another because of her. She learned to sew, cook, and basic first aid from her mom. And it was because of this that they thought Iris had grown out of her phase. They never expected her to run off to join the army when she was 20. Despite that, they receive many letters from Iris. One where she confessed to her secret trips to the mountains and her feelings about everything.

By the way, Roy got yelled at by the whole family who believed he went too far. Like, they all did agree that Iris' dream was unrealistic, but they believed she would grow out of it. So, to suddenly say all of that was ridiculous. Lucy had even slapped him. Roy did feel guilty, so when she ran off, he blamed himself for it. But, he is happy to see her living out her dreams. Iris did send out a letter specifically to him to say she forgave him. However, Roy couldn't forgive himself.

Btw: Annie Oakley is a famous female sharpshooter from the 1800s. The thing is, women owning guns seemed to have been an accepted thing in society. But, when it came to sports or the army, it wasn't as well accepted. Lucy is a nurse for the army but remains in their country since she is really only there for check ups.

[throwaway-1056a]

[berriuccino]

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

@kosmicpowers

[mintyscuriocabinet]

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