#Scrooge 2022 oc’s

[niku30]

Everybody says Scrooge deserves a loving wife but what if I told you that my bestie and I think Scrooge deserves a loving husband

[blackkatdraws2]

Here's Narrator (Black) and his Adventure Line Centipede inside of his pocket dimension coat

More Ebenezer Scrooge art

These two women are my OC's

I've just been drawing whatever lately, not really having anything in my mind.

[rom-e-o]

Christmas shopping doodle 🎄

[quill-pen]

So finally found a pose for Addie's pin-up and have started work on her lingerie shot.

CORSETS😏

@rom-e-o I'm thinking she gets those cute, frilly bloomers for bottoms.

[geonn]

Help this poor old man get out of bed. 😭

[papibite]

EVEN MORE SCROOGE IDEAS

I am down bad for this man I’m sorry

• Scrooge somehow gets drunk at a party and Reader, being his neighbor, helps him get home. It’s a soft moment where reader helps scrooge as he pukes in the restroom and lays him down into the bed whereas Scrooge grabs their arm and asks them to stay with tears in his eyes. The reader stays at his side all night and Scrooge wakes up to find them asleep in the same position (sitting on the side of the bed after pulling up a chair to stay next to him) and it’s just wholesome interaction of taking care of one another

• What if Scrooge (Before ghost) heard the sounds of a violin or instrument of your choosing and followed it to find the reader so focused as they received coins from the passerby who enjoyed their tune. Scrooge threatens to get them arrested and insults their music while heading home. The reader simply changes locations and Scrooge (after ghost) follows the melody and returns to the reader and apologizes while joining in and sitting, watching their performance in awe

• Reader is a Nobel person who has never met Scrooge aside from one encounter years ago (before ghost) and has always had a bad impression of him as well as his distaste growing from the rumors that had spread of his behavior for far to long. Scrooge, now changed, tries his best to show his new side to the reader, but the reader is stubborn in their opinion and refuses to give in to his “act”. Scrooge is upset but can’t do anything. Scrooge then sees a child alone and with a scrapped knee or some sort of small injury and goes to find something to patch them up. The reader then walks until they also find the small child. Scrooge comes back and the reader refuses to let them near the child but he pleads to them to at least let him help wrap up the wound, then he promises to leave them. The reader accepts this and the child is patched up, and true to his word Ebenezer leaves.

Spicy-

• Reader starts noticing how much Ebenezer enjoys receiving positive feedback and praise when helping others, as opposed to how he was treated before. Perhaps this can be used to help in other situations?

• Because Reader is a bit rough and can’t stand scrooges attitude, there have been instances where they pull on the man’s cravat/ascot tie to pull him down to eye level, when it’s just the two of them alone. Despite the circumstances and the amount of disrespect, scrooge finds himself shivering when he’s pulled down in that manner. The boldness, the intimacy of their closeness.

[crimson-phantom-designs]

I'm giving myself some motivation to start working on this again. The overhaul of the fic really fried my brain, and then I got drawn into pirates, ha ha. Trust me though, it hasn't been forgotten. They are in my head like a monkey with a tamberine all the time.

Song this goes with. Funny it's called The Beginning...

I love how it shows how different their features are, yet they blend into one another at the same time.

It's a callback to Francis referring to the mind as a glass house and both of them having shattered this glass a long time ago.

Also, in reference that they are charastically one person fragmented into another.

[lexie-here]

The dynamic of my AU became weird.

[nb-n0v4]

A request for @lady-mandalorian-fett (won’t let me tag for some reason lmao) of their OC Victoria and Scrooge (click for full quality). Thanks for the request! This was very fun uwu

[sirentank]

jacque teasing ebenezer, his favorite pastime

(click for quality)

[niku30]

Christmas is VERY near so of course I had to make sure to sort of finish this piece up in time! Guys I’ll never be over these two just look at them…

[thedivinelights]

Pictomancer Constance

Soooo I sent a lil bit of an ask to @rom-e-o regarding their 2022 Netflix Scrooge movie OC, Constance DoGoode being a Pictomancer from Final Fantasy XIV (and THE 2022 Ebenezer Scrooge as a Dark Knight) so I thought... why not mess around and make Connie herself a Pictomancer?!

Hope you enjoy your girl as a beloved painter ^_^

[rom-e-o]

I have a splitting migraine and TheyTM are my only cure.

[quill-pen]

Bless This Woman

So, @rom-e-o presented me, out of the blue and in the middle of the night, with this gorgeous piece of fan art😍😍😍:

And it inspired a wholesome and sweet little ficlet, surprise, surprise.

Btw: Yes, my Ebenezer grows his hair out long, if this is the first encounter with my work you've had. Also, in future, I plan to try and publish my Scrooge story, and Romey and I are kind of in cahoots with that; so we are trying out some slightly different character designs for Scrooge. That Netflix look is so specific, that I don't want to risk getting sued. This hairstyle is one we've decided on for him, as opposed to his lovely swoop.

It was a request Ebenezer had never been asked before; one he never thought to encounter. He wasn't what anyone would particularly call a "praying man", even now after he'd turned his life around for the good. But he'd be damned if he wouldn't become one: Because how could he possibly deny a woman as sweet and lovely as his Bess when she shyly asked him if he would pray over her that night before bed?

"Pray over you?" Ebenezer asked. Not in a condescending way, but certainly in a slightly confused way. He'd never heard that phrase for it before. Praying for someone, yes, but over someone? That was new to him.

Bess stood before him in her gauzy summer nightgown, the neckline slipped tantalizingly down to expose one speckled shoulder. She looked a little embarrassed, a slightly rosy tint in her cheeks making her freckles pop sharply--something her husband adored. "I-I know it sounds silly," she commented with a small, beseeching smile. She ducked her head and lowered her gaze in instinctive supplication, as her hands fiddling together at her waist. "But it's... it's something George used to do with Mama every night when he was home and... well... it's kind of something I've always hoped the man I love would do for me, too."

She looked back up at him, trying to judge his reaction to it. "Y-You don't have to if you don't want to," she assured him in a bit of a rush. "I just thought I'd ask. Doesn't hurt to ask, right?" She bit her bottom lip, hoping she hadn't just made herself look foolish in her husband's eyes.

She hadn't. And as far as Ebenezer was concerned, she never could.

Smiling softly at the woman, the Englishman stood from his seat beside the small fire, closing and placing his journal upon the mantelshelf as he did. Then he approached his wife, opening his arms to her. "It doesn't sound silly," he murmured softly, taking her into his embrace. He snuggled the American close, nuzzling into her thick, inky curls and kissing her crown. A satisfied purr nearly rumbled from his chest as Bess folded him into her arms and snuffled into the soft fabric of his nightshirt over his heart. "And, no, it never hurts to ask. I'd be happy to pray over you."

Bess looked up at him, eyes sparkling with happiness? "You would?" she asked, sounding rather relieved. "Truly?"

Her husband nodded as he kissed her hairline. "Of course." He touched his brow to hers and gave her a sheepish smile. "You might have to tell me how," he muttered. "I've never prayed over someone. Come to think, I can't recall when I last prayed for someone either. Not really. Not like you would in church."

Bess giggled as she nudged her nose along his. "This isn't exactly like that," she assured him. "It's not a big production full of show-boating piety the Bishop likes to make. This is more genuine and from the heart."

"I'm not even sure I know how to pray, to tell you the truth."

"George always told me that prayer is just talking to God. And the best way to talk to God is to talk to him as though He were a good friend."

He knew that was true. Still, Ebenezer felt a little out of his depth as he watched his beloved sink to her knees on the plush rug beneath their bed. Regardless, he knelt beside her. "H-How did George used to do this?"

Snorting, Bess gently pulled out of Ebenezer's embrace. She grabbed his hand and pulled him after her as she moved towards their marital bed. "Don't worry, I won't judge," she stated with a smirk and wink over her shoulder.

"I only caught him doing it a few times," Bess answered as she scooted into the man's side, ever desiring to be close as possible. She manages to twine her legs and feet with his. "But the few times I did, he always had his hands on Mama. On her shoulders, around her waist, hugging her--he was always touching her."

"Well, I certainly like the sound of that," Ebenezer remarked. Without a moment's hesitation, he stretched an arm across his wife's shoulders and pulled her close again. He pressed his lips to her brow. "Mmm, I love you," he murmured, the sentiment leaving him automatically.

Bess hummed as she leaned into his touch. "That love you feel--let that be what guides what you say," she quietly instructed.

In many ways, that didn't give Ebenezer a clue as to what to do at all. Yet in many others, it did.

The couple knelt there at their bedside in silence for a moment, the man absently stroking the woman's arms as she pressed into him. His mind, for a moment, felt like a wheel stuck in muddy clay. What should he say? How should he begin? He supposed the best way was just to start.

"Dear Lord, first and foremost, I would like to thank You for the wonderful woman beside me. I'm... not always certain what my convictions are in terms of faith and religion; one thing I do believe with certainty, however, is that You have placed my wonderful Bess beside me."

Bess dared to open her eyes and lift her gaze just enough to see her husband's down-turned face just above hers. She smiled in adoration at the man, marking how his long eyelashes brushed his cheekbones. Somehow, she managed to press a little closer to the man, nudging her head under his chin.

Ebenezer tightened his grip on her. "I come to You now, to pray for my Bess, Lord," he continued on, voice quiet but steady. He still didn't really know what he was doing, but that didn't seem to matter: He was focusing on his adoration for his wife, letting that guide him through what he wanted to say, and it was doing the trick. He was feeling much more confident in every passing moment. And, amazingly enough, even more in love with his mate.

"I pray that You watch over my beloved Bess, Lord. That you take her into Your arms and keep her safe throughout her life. I pray, if she can't find comfort and happiness in this world, that she is able to find it in You. I place her ultimate well-being in You, Lord, for I know there are things that I, as a mere man, cannot do to protect and comfort her."

Bess pressed her face into the open neck of Ebenezer's nightshirt and nuzzled at the hairy swathe of chest bared to her. On instinct she fluttered kisses to over sternum. "Oh, Darling...."

A slight heat bloomed across Ebenezer's face, but he didn't falter. "I ask You to continue to bless this woman with goodness you have granted to be in her life, Lord. And should it ever come to an end, I repay You grant her the strength to overcome challenges, just as You have granted her before. I ask You to continue healing and soothing the wounds and scars of Bess' past, and that You might bring her to realize that she is so much more than them--that they do not define her. I pray that she continues to discover herself in You, oh, Lord, and that she might draw great satisfaction and peace from that.

A lump suddenly formed in the man's throat and tears bit at his closed eyes. "I also pray that-" he cleared his throat as it croaked, "-that You might allow my lovely Bess to remain in my life, Lord. To remain by my side and help me continue to bear the burden of life. She is my greatest strength, my greatest happiness, my Brightness. And I ask with all my heart and soul that she might remain so, Lord. I promise to strive each day to be a better man, to be stronger and more virtuous, and to make this world a better, kinder place if You might allow Bess to remain in my life. I promise to cherish her with my entire being and do my best to care for her and make her happy all the days of my life."

Bess felt something warm and wet drip onto her cheek. Looking up again, she saw a single trickle of tears dripping down Ebenezer's cheek. Moved to wet eyes herself at the sight (her kind, sweet, tenderhearted man), the Yank reached up and gently dried them away. Then she kissed his stubbly chin. "Amen," she whispered. "That was beautiful. Thank you, my dearest moonlight."

Ebenezer gazed down at her with a trembling chuckle. "Not as beautiful at George's though, yes?" he rasped, looking a little shy.

Bess shook her head with a doting smile. "Better," she answered honestly. "Because it's my prayer. And it came from you and your heart. And I'll cherish it and carry it with me, until the day I die."

Genuine relief flooded through the gentleman. Bowing his head, he lifted a hand to his love's face and held her tenderly as he pulled her into a lingering kiss, one she eagerly returned.

"I'll do this again every night if you'll, please, just stay with me forever, Bess," Ebenezer whispered against her lips. His eyes were beseeching as he gazed deeply into hers. "Please."

Bess couldn't help the little smile that curled her lips, nor the little chuckle that left her in response to that promise. "Well, then, you're about to become a praying man, Ebenezer Charles. Because, while I can't speak for our Heavenly Father, I have no intentions of leaving your side. Not ever. Now, please, kiss me again."

And her husband, ever faithful and giving, did just that.

[geonn]

I'm always late to draw Gianna and Eb for Valentine's Day... but it's okay, better late than never 😭.

Oh yeah, I took the pose from a drawing from last year (redraw). I like it so much that I wanted to do it in color. ♡♡♡

[papibite]

On a scrooge binge so here’s some more ideas (if someone wants to use these then be my guest I just wanna share ideas with someone 😩)

• Could you imagine what would happen if scrooge hired a maid/butler who was once a hitman but retired that old life to have a more simple one? Like, you would imagine the miser having so many enemies and some trying to off the man, but the scrooge is so unaware because his maid/butler always ensures his safety? Goodness what if they get caught by scrooge as they are beating up a group of men who planned to jump the man?

• What if the reader helps Jenkins (I believe was the toy store owner) with sales and both try to find ways to bring customers in. Then reader asks scrooge for help and they have him dress up as Father Christmas and entertain the children? Even the grown ups are amused watching the man put a voice and act in a red suit and beard just to help.

• Omg if scrooge and the reader are asked separately by Bob and his wife to babysit and both are surprised to be there that night, and the children are trying to bring them together but also want attention so the two have to work together to make sure things are going well until the kids are all asleep and they both pass out as the couple returns??

Spicy-

• (After the events of the movie) What if the reader tells scrooge that although they welcome his change and are happy that he’s happy, they somewhat miss how powerful he was. The power hungry, grumpy, and demanding person he was being very… attractive to say the least. Scrooge takes it as a challenge to try and use this knowledge in the bedroom while still checking in with the reader to make sure they’re ok.

• What if the reader is someone who pays everything on time and even helps the other individuals who are behind with some occasional payments, leaving scrooge to tell them to not meddle in the affairs of others? The tension and hatred between the two of them is obvious but the final straw is when the butcher owes scrooge double and the reader, who was conveniently helping the butcher out with work, swoops in and pays enough to help? Scrooge asks to speak with them later as to discuss this little, “game” they are playing.

More ideas later, this is all I can type rn