#Friend's oc: Johan

[regegade]

I have a fallout rp with my friend :3c Here's the summary of unironically the last couple hours of my life-

[ewwwabug]

fucking johns but i turned them into smiling friends critters

i had to reduce the number of colors to a minimum and remove the gradient and remove/simplify some details

i think they look not bad lmao

[drmarune]

Dream‘s of the past

Sirius is @loosesodamarble oc Mention of Sterlingand Clara her oc‘s too

Summary

Sirius looking at Mortifer’s Dream‘s he‘s good one and Mortifer did finde fast out this he did and they talk over Mortifer’s past as good and Bad and Sirius try too help him

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Sirius is at Mortifer‘s Home After Johan and Sterling blowing he‘s Room up whit a magical gear and now clean up and he‘s mom thoush it’s a good idea too send him too Mortifer whit he’s parent’s Asta and Noelle because Clara and her Family are Away so…….

Mortifer and he sleeping in the same bed because Mortifer’s siblings are Away today and Mortifer can’t Sleep whit put someone whit him and he‘s Heavy blanked is missing because Mortifer’s sister did hide it plus Sirius can’t say No he remmber the one time Wo did Mortifer sleeped alone…. Mortifer had horible nightmares and scream the whole Manor awake and had a panic Attack…….

Mortifer Sleep peacfull at him and semms to have a good Dream

Sirius looking at he‘s good Dream it’s a Dream whit he‘s Family as they Go Shopping and Talking it’s simpel but it’s good too See

But Mortifer Waking up

Mortifer:hrg……..are you ok?…..

Sirius:I‘m Fine it’s seem‘s you had a good Dream“smile

Mortifer:you Looked at my Dream???“is on waking up

Sirius:sorry yes but it’s whas really nice you Dream

Mortifer:……..

Mortifer:…..I Know

Mortifer:but can you ask my next time if you can Look at my Dream‘s??? It’s…….privat….what if I had a good wet Dream? I would die if you did See this……“looking sleepy on him

Sirius looking red and guildy at him: Sorry…..but you and wet Dream‘s???

Mortifer:Ok I just have Kissing I don’t understand se€ really but you get my Point? It’s not nice……my Dream‘s are my private stuff this I can have for my Self……

Sirius:sorry…..

Mortifer ground and sitting up:it’s ok…..you are my friend so I forgive you……

Sirius:sorry…..I remember you came from a church………..

Mortifer:yes….it‘s whas Not all Bad the people where nice there mostly but year it’s whas hart whit my Look‘s because you know I Look Like a Devil some teacher‘s and Children did pick on my…….plus I whas in Most fight‘s because of this…..I couln‘t have somthink just for myself so the Dream‘s Even Bad where just Mine……but I‘m not mad at you……

Sirius:I understand some people do this whit my too because of my hair color……I‘m sorry you Dream‘s are all you I will Promis I ask you mext time………

Mortifer :Thank you…..

Sirius:well-

Then knock it on the door and they hear Asta

Asta:Are you ok? Breakfast is ready!!!“scream Asta

Mortifer scream back:Ok Asta dad!!!

Asta:Ok!!!“ and then he Walk‘s Away

Sirius:well let’s make us ready“smile

Mortifer smile:yes let’s Hope Asta Dad did Cook Not Mom Noelle

Siris smile at this

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Extra

Mortifer: hey I and Sirius did Sleep in the Same Bed I get him First“ mooking Clara

Clara?!:what?! you are death bastard!!!!!!

[seasicksilver]

i've literally never explained anything

[nouverx]

Some OC Art from the last couple of weeks! Second one is a redraw of that one scene between Jinx and Ekko in Arcane season 1

Their names are Johan (Soldier), Melek (Poet) and Lehti (King). Lehti is a deaf thief and criminal, Melek is his sign language interpreter and Johan is Lehti's friend (...or more?) and reluctant accomplice :D

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

I was bored a while back and made the MLB characters using the Black OC maker on Picrew

Marinette: Proud to be Blasian, still tense when she gets weird looks/Dyed her hair because she wanted to be Coraline for Halloween, now she just likes the color

Adrien: Black mom, white dad, identity crisis/Gabriel’s still a dick and wants Adrien to be a “Good Black.”/Usually always on the receiving end of light skin jokes

Alya: The same, just with bigger hair/The Queen of Hoop Earrings/One TikTok account for general stuff, the other just to post videos of her and her friends dancing and stepping

Nino: Undoing Gabriel’s influence on his bro and helping him embrace his blackness/You did NOT hear him listening to Robin Thicke/Starts every Shabooya Roll Call

Chloé: Bad and bougie/Identity crisis on a count of she was adopted as a baby to make her white parents look good/Will only let Marc and Juleka style her hair

Sabrina: Only knows English because she listens to Megan Thee Stallion religiously/Scarily good at break dancing

Juleka: So goth, she was born black/Favorite movies in order: Get Out, Candyman, The Blackening, Us, Karen, and Ma/A pro at doing hair

Rose: Will punt you if you make a “Not Black enough” comment/Not fond of how hospitals treat black patients. She’s had first-hand experience, and it wasn’t great/Excited for the Tiana series

Luka: Doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s insightful as hell/He can’t see, but it adds to the mystery, so he keeps his hair like that/Imagine Johan from Black-ish

Nathaniel: Black Panther, Storm, Spider Man, Cyborg, Vixen, Bumble Bee, and Static Shock comics lining his shelves/The definition of Blerd/Surprisingly good at stepping

Alix: “Scar twins!” “But your scar is-“ “Shut up! Scar twins!”/Classroom solidarity by shielding her from others when her hijab slips off/She and Nath tag the city by putting stickers with images of historical women of color everywhere

Marc: He’s the one braiding his classmates’ hair/Hates how black people are written in most shows and movies/Scarily good at rapping. Do NOT try to challenge him to a rap battle, you will be humiliated

Kim: Always swimming, so he constantly has his hair braided or in twists/“Yes, I’m black and I can swim.”/Worships Beyoncé in his spare time

Max: The same, but with vitiligo and a fancy tie/Not selling the patents for any of his inventions. He’s not risking any companies purposely leaving out that he’s the brilliant mind behind any of them

Lila: She will never lie about Oprah. That’s where she crosses the line/Competing for Alya's title as Queen of Hoop Earrings

Ivan: You know those videos where the white baby leans over to see what the black guy is watching on his phone and then holds his hand? He’s the black guy/Worried about looking too "threatening"

Myléne: Constantly promoting black-owned businesses on her socials/Most likely to lead a protest/HATES Rachel Dolezal… Actually, they all hate her

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 65: A Changing World

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

“Welcome to Amsterdam!” Nathaniel hollers over the blustering, chilly wind.

It really does look like where my familie would come from. The tall and narrow brick buildings are more charming than the architecture in Brooklyn. I say a quick goodbye to Nathaniel and march down the ramp onto the cobblestone road. By now it’s late afternoon and dreary shadows are littering the ground. Up ahead, dozens of people scurry throughout the port. As I make my way through the crowd I pick up Dutch terms here and there. 

“Goedenavond!”

“Neemt u mij niet kwalijk!”

But I’m still not fluent. I suppose that’s one flaw about America. I really do feel out of place. I just hope the train station has an interpreter.

Wheeeee!

Where there’s a train whistle, there’s a train. I hurry up the steep road and start to notice how people here rely on walking for travel. A fraction of motorcars are being used compared to Birmingham and everyone seems fine by it. We’ll all have to get used to it. Cars cost money. Walking doesn’t.

I spot a sign with plaatsbewijs printed on top and tickets printed below. So somebody must speak English here.

“Hallo!” The lady at the desk greets as I step up. She sounds like Oma. “What can I get for you?”

“A ticket for Oldenburg, alsjeblieft.”

 I hand her the pounds and she seems taken aback to see the money. Most people will probably react the same. The world’s a different place now since the crash. The lady exchanges the pounds for guilders and hands me a stub.

“There you are, joung mevrouw. Have a safe trip!”

I secure the ticket inside my purse and clutch it closely. The abundance in cash and my fur coat will do no good to keep myself anonymous. This is my first time alone in this country and I do not plan on being mugged by misfortuned bystanders. There are other ways I can help dispense money. 

The design of this train looks similar to the one from this morning, only the interior is much more grey and mournful. How appropriate. I take a seat by the windows and look out distantly at the growing darkness as daylight slips away.

“You are from someplace else, ja?” A man’s voice asks as the train lurches forward.

He’s choosing to sit across from me, as is another man who appears to be his friend. Both men look to be a few years younger than me. Almost Michael’s age. They’re both wearing brown jackets and trousers to bundle up from the cold. The tallest is wearing a wool hat.

“Yes. But how did you know?” As if my accent doesn’t already give it away.

The two men share prankful smiles. “You may not think so, but we can spot foreigners quite easily.”

The tallest raises a hand to show no harm. “Don’t fret, you have done nothing wrong. We just like to mess with people!”

Something about their gentle and hospitable nature tells me I can relax. The night approaches further and in the next hour we three carry out a friendly conversation. Both men are intrigued to meet an American, especially one who traveled from England. The tallest one is Johan and his colleague is Niek, both from North Holland and onward to see Niek’s tante and oom in Zwolle. I choose not to disclose the entirety of why I’m here so I keep it simple by saying I’m visiting familie as well.

“In Germany?” Johan ponders. “Even with the Nazis?”

“My broer and his wife keep to themselves. We do not agree with the Nazis. I first hoped to find out if they might consider leaving but after the market crash I’m not sure if they will be stable enough.”

Niek rubs his forehead and sighs. “We all will be asking that question. Is anyone stable now?”

Johan shrugs. “We should have enough-”

“I’m not talking about money,” he interrupts. “Are we stable as a society? Will this be the trigger for some people? The tipping point? I for one am looking to see if people’s mentality is stable.”

Niek’s words ring through my head and we fall into a deep silence. It reminds me of how unstable Thomas seemed when I left him. I know for a fact he’s going to keep himself busy to avoid the stress. I have little faith that Lizzie will help with it. Curse my empathisch nature but it still tugs at my heart to think of him alone in that soulless house.

“Veel geluk, Verena!” 

Johan’s parting words shake me from my thoughts. The train’s stopped. This must be where they get off.

“Tot ziens!” I wave before they walk out of the train car.

Only a short while until we enter Germany, and soon after that Oldenburg. When the train starts up again I allow the rhythmic clicking of the tracks to lull me to sleep…

“All out for Oldenburg!” The conductor announces.

Jesus! I stumble out of my seat and shake away the lingering fatigue. That was fast. Either that or I’m much more tired than I thought. I quickly grab my luggage and file out with the other passengers onto the platform. 

So far Germany looks similar to Amsterdam’s quaint streets, but there is a glaring difference. The bright-colored swastika flags lining the walkways. Lord help us. As I walk to the outskirts of the city the flags become fewer. So the Nazi influence must be targeted at the inner-city government but the countryside is less affected. So far. Right now I breathe in the brisk air and take in the frozen fields spanning into the horizon. It’s almost as if nature is noticing the shifts in the world too-

Beep! Beep!

“Verena!”

No! How did he-?

I whip my head around and gasp. “Broer!” 

It is Abel! Driving a pickup truck. 

“Verena! It’s been too long!” He cheers and jumps out to pull me into a hug. “Hop in! I’ll get your trunk.”

I take a second to look at his face. He’s kept his youthful appearance but has begun to grow a beard for the upcoming winter. It's been so long since our last visit.

In ten minutes we’re driving back and engaging in a tour of the area. This place is definitely somewhere Abel would live. Isolated, rustic, reflective. The few pictures of his home he’s shown in the past hardly does it justice. The sturdy-looking house is built along the forest edge; its lighted windows casting ghostly shadows across the lawn.

“Here we are!” Abel announces and helps me carry my things to the door. 

I walk in and observe the new atmosphere. Well, I shouldn’t say ‘new.’ This place holds a familiar comforting aspect that reminds me of home. A stocked kitchen, wooden staircase, cozy den. And to add to this-

“My, what a surprise!” A friendly voice calls out from the kitchen.

It’s Anna. Abel’s wife. She, like Abel, is bundled up against the cold. Her blonde hair has added some grey strands since I last saw her. Still, her warm personality has not changed a bit.

“Hello, Anna! And- Oh!” I gasp when a stampede of their four kids ambushes me. “Hello, everyone!”

“It’s taunte Verena!” Little Ruth cheers, hugging my legs.

“Children, children!” Anna reprimands and shoos them off. “Give your taunte some space!”

“Come on, everyone!” Another voice beckons and I see Anna’s broer wave at me from the stairs.  “Hello, Verena!”

“Hello, Franz. Still pulling the needle and thread?”

He lets out a grunt when the kids pile onto him. “Every day. Still scurrying to and fro for the Englishman?”

The reminder of Thomas short circuits my thoughts. Yes, this is technically a mission to connect the company with national businesses. However, I am specifically here for my familie. But is that how I appear now? Just a foreign representative that caters to Thomas’ crazy whims?

Thankfully Anna notices my hesitation and claps her hands. “Children! It is far past your bedtime. You can talk with taunte Verena tomorrow. Upstairs, now!”

Ankia and Nolan break past everyone to make it up first, trailed by Ruth and Elsa. We wait in silence and listen to the rampaging noise upstairs until it sounds that the kids have settled down. Franz takes my trunk and points me over to a door off to the side.

“This is our spare room. You can sleep here.”

“Liam told us you were heading this way,” Abel says as Anna hands me a warm mug of tea. “I’m assuming you are here for more than just a familie visit?”

He’s right. The unspoken thoughts linger and the air grows tense again. Anna exchanges looks with her husband and takes a hint. After she discreetly escorts Franz away, Abel and I take a seat at the table. 

“Something’s got you troubled, zus.”

“We just got plunged into a depression,” I state obviously.

Abel shakes his head. “I know. But whatever you’re facing is more than that.”

I chuckle lightly and sip the tea. “You can read people so well.”

“So can you. Everyone but yourself.”

“Oh I can very well read myself. Whether or not I decide to accept it is another matter.”

Abel snickers and leans back in his chair with a look that says he’s deep in thought. “You sound different.”

My brow furrows at his vague comment. “Good different?”

“Wise. Proper. Like an English monarch. Or a poet.”

I huff and raise an eyebrow. “Would you rather I belt out harsh nonsense like we do back home? Brooklyn streets filled with everyone screaming?” I smile lightly and let out a deep breath. “In my new ways of speaking I’ve begun to detangle my biggest flaw.”

Able cocks his head to the side. “You’re too trusting?”

Spot on. There’s no doubt he proves his dependable character for our family.

“Correct,” I praise and raise my cup for a mock toast. “I think almost every person I meet can be a good person. It was foolish of me to ever endure the idea of human perfectionism.”

“That is the way of the world,” Abel admits.

“Yes,” I mutter, running my thumb on the scratches littering the wooden table. “Now my broken self is hastily repaired.”

Abel doesn’t need to press on. He was one of the only people who first guessed why I was so upset when I left Birmingham four years ago. After less than a week he guessed I was enduring heartbreak and helped keep it secret from moeder and vader. Now that I am here he’s already guessed that I’m working with Thomas again.

“Don’t cut yourself short, zus. Sometimes we need your wild spirit to tow us along.”

“If you are referring to this depression then I’m afraid I do not have much good news for you.”

Abel grunts and stands up to pour some whiskey. “Oh, I know. Vader telephoned me yesterday and told me about the conditions at home.”

I’m almost too afraid to ask. “And the conditions here?”

He downs the shot. “Hell. We’re thankful to be on the edge of the country in order to avoid those raging bastards in the capital. People don't pay much attention yet but they're staining our government. The only reason we’re still here is because of Anna’s parents, but we’re convincing them to consider moving west.”

I hum in consideration. “Any idea where?”

“In my opinion, the further the better. I’d even consider England since you’re always admiring it.”

Now for question two. “How is business here?”

Abel sighs and gestures to where his familie just left. “Franz works the best he can. The Müller’s family shop is still up and running. People still need clothes, although with this new depression we’re starting to notice people sewing their own clothes to save money. Did you know that you can make dresses out of feed sacks?”

“How inventive,” I remark with light humor and reach for my purse. “I came here with an offer. If you need any support then Shelby Company limited is willing to partner with you.”

Abel locks eyes with me and processes this carefully. “Is that what Shelby sent you here for?”

I shake my head stiffly. “I came here on my own accord to ask you. And to give you this.” I hand him some of the bills Thomas paid me. “It’s part of my latest payment. The rest is going to vader.”

Abel holds the money as if I just gave him a delicate vase. No doubt he’s already thinking of using the money to help them move. After a few moments of staring at the bills he looks up at me with a soft expression.

“Shelby treats you alright?”

“Financially, yes.”

His gaze doesn’t falter. “And in other terms?”

My eyes narrow and I keep it brief. “No.”

Abel shakes his head sadly and sits back down. “Shame. I thought you could make friends with anybody.”

“I can. He doesn’t deserve it.”

"Then why do you sound so unsure?" Abel questions softly.

"God’s will becomes my will. If I submit my needs to the will of God then my needs will be fulfilled."

"Yes. But what if He is trying to fulfill your needs by steering you where you keep avoiding?" Abel stands and pushes his chair in. "I’ll leave it at that. You are tired from traveling. Get some rest and we can resume this tomorrow. How long are you planning on staying?”

I swallow and try to hide my sheepish look. “Would you mind if I stay a few days? I told Thomas I would be gone for two weeks.”

My broer claps me on the back. “You’re always welcome, zus.”

At least hospitality isn’t dead in this world yet.

For the next few days I get caught up with Abel and his familie. Him and Franz go into the shop every day to sew and sometimes make house calls for hemming. I help them draw up and look over our new contracts, guaranteeing them stability to move out of Germany. Anna upkeeps chores around the house with the help of the children. From what I witness, Anika and Nolan are the most social and interact more when we go into the market. Ruth and Elsa keep more to themselves and play more games. 

Throughout this visit I have to push away the regret of avoiding courtship. Seeing Abel so happy like all of my other broers seems to pinch at me and keep me thinking that I’m missing something. Or someone. But our familie security comes first.

Today is my last day. Tomorrow I will repack and begin the journey back to England. Instead of moping indoors I decide to take another walk into town. But something stands out about today. Next to the large fountain there are two people standing next to a crate. One is a short man with dark hair and the other is a woman with hair braids like mine. I step closer and peer down into the crate.

Arf!

Something furry jumps up and licks my hand. Huh? I do a double-take and realize it’s- a puppy? A puppy! A brown and black-patterned pup with curious eyes. But why is he alone in a crate?

“Are you getting acquainted with this little one?” The man asks when he sees me.

“He’s the last of his litter,” his partner says.

“He is darling!” I gush and kneel closer. “What breed is he?”

“A German Shepherd,” the man explains. “Purebred, and I must say this is one of the most energetic litters we’ve ever had.” 

“Are you in the market for one?” The woman inquires. “These dogs are incredibly loyal.

A new idea sticks in my head. He’s alone too. And of all times for me to come here I find him.

“Loyal, you say…” I look down again at the energetic dog and my hesitation starts to break down.

“Ja, ja. Very deadly should you upset them or their master.”

I nod and look back up at them. “How much?”

“200 pounds,” the man answers delicately.

Jesus! That’s steep, especially since I’m on a tight budget. But then again everyone’s taking a hit right now.

“I promise you these dogs are worth their price,” the woman adds. “They can be easily trained.”

If I’m going to remain a bachelorette in Birmingham maybe a trained canine companion isn’t a bad idea. Besides, who else is going to have enough money to pay for him?

“Does he understand English?” I ponder, reaching down to stroke his soft fur.

“A smidgen. But they’re bred for commands in German. Do you speak?”

How different can it be from Dutch? The dog lets out another eager yip and convinces me to learn more of another language. Apparently I don’t have enough on my plate as it is.

“No. But I can try.”

Ten minutes later the dog and I are both walking back to Abel’s, with a plain brown collar and lead keeping him from chasing every squirrel we encounter. I only have a few commands those two sellers gave me and so far it seems to work. We stop in front of another cottage and the dog sees another squirrel.

“Halt! Stop!” I order and pull on the lead. The pup freezes and looks up at me with pleading eyes. “I know you want to rip that rodent to pieces but you can’t.”

“Verena?” Someone gasps from behind.

Who else here would know me-? Oh!

“Zipporah! Is that you?” I gawk.

It is her! The Jewish girl I met back home! This must be her house! She looks almost exactly the same as two years ago. Same curly dark hair, same kind eyes, same wide smile!

Zipporah sets down the basket she’s carrying and rushes over to give me an embrace that stands out warm against the bitter wind. The second she does the pup starts to growl.

“Platz. Down. She is a friend,” I tell him while Zipporah scratches his ears.

“Goodness! I haven’t seen you since we visited America! I’m surprised Abel didn’t tell us you were here!”

“You know my broer-?” I start to ask but cut myself off when I notice more of her family placing suitcases in a nearby wagon. “Wait- Why are you all packing?”

The timid woman looks at her family and then back to me with troubled eyes. “Momma and papa say we must leave. There have been neighborhoods across Germany who do not take kindly to Jews. We are not waiting around to be evicted.”

Raging images of the swastikas from earlier flash angrily through my head and my fists clench. Not only does her sweet family have to be dealt the depression but also this horrendous persecution! So help me as soon as I get back I'm bringing this matter straight to Thomas! We have more than enough money that can go to helping these poor people.

“That is outright awful!” I curse and reach for her hand. “Surely there’s something we can do? Anything to help?”

“I’m afraid not. We are traveling to Boston to live with my Uncle Elijah. Once we’re settled I can come by to visit your family.” Suddenly her glum expression is replaced by hopeful eyes. “There is more good news! I’m to be married once we arrive.”

There’s that word again. Marriage. It’s affecting everyone around me. I really am happy for her but hearing of how this matrimony is being planned doesn’t sit well. Maybe it’s a warning telling me that sooner or later moeder and vader might think of partaking in the same thing for me. 

“Congratulations on your blessing.” I think for a second and word myself carefully so as to not cause offense. “I just don’t see why you’re so open to an arranged marriage, Zipporah.”

Her gleeful face does not change. “Momma and papa insist. Besides, it will be fun to meet someone! We’re both not getting any younger, you know.”

I gawk at her. “You’re barely twenty five! Do you want to be stuck with a stranger for the rest of your life?”

“And be a mother?” Zipporah whispers with joy. “Yes. Don’t you?”

I open my mouth to answer but my heart’s too confused. Obviously my answer is yes but there is so much to add to it. Do I dare tell her about Thomas? We’ve never spoken about my job nor my affiliation with the Peaky Blinders. 

“Life has… God’s path for me hasn’t been straight and even,” I answer slowly and begin to trail off. “I’m not sure if…”

Zipporah reads my eyes perfectly and doesn’t press further. “It’s all His plan. We can’t predict it even if we try. I’m sure He will send you someone wonderful.” She kneels down to stroke the puppy again. “Just like this little cutie! Where did you find him?”

“A seller in the marketplace,” I explain. “I wasn’t planning on buying a puppy but I couldn’t just leave him.”

“What are you going to name him?”

Good question. “They said he is very loyal…”

The pup takes a seat next to my boots and looks up at me expectantly, as if he knows we’re talking about him. 

Zipporah lets out a laugh and pats his head. “He certainly is. Then a name of loyalty he must have.”

@meadows5

[highlordofkrypton]

Johan for the OC ask game

[13] What kind of sense of humor do they have, if any?

[14] What does it take to make them laugh, and what does their laugh sound like?

[15] How do they act around people they don't like?

[16] Do they easily rely on others to help them out, or prefer doing everything themselves?

AHHH QUESTIONS FOR MY SON!!! From the OC ASK GAME!

(tw: mentions murder, gore, torture, etc.)

[13] What kind of sense of humor do they have, if any?

Deadpan humour. Morbid humour. Johan's timing is terrible and I maintain that he treads an ambiguous line between not understanding most jokes, but also making jokes intentionally at the worst time because this man does not care. He's also so unfazed by a lot of traumatic things because he's lived them, so he'll make horrible, horrifying jokes. No ragerts.

[14] What does it take to make them laugh, and what does their laugh sound like?

Johan doesn't actually laugh when he's happy. His expressions don't translate to his face very often, and joy is felt in his eyes or very, very brief impressions of a smile (but he isn't actually). If you catch him laughing, it's out of madness and murder so....... GOOD LUCK EVERYBODY THERE IS GONNA BE A BLOODBATH. His laugh sounds dark, maniacal, threatening, mad... just... all that kind of chaos 😭

[15] How do they act around people they don't like?

HE'S SO RUDE! Either he pretends they don't exist or he is actively cruel to them. When he first met Jurian, he projected the sensation and halluciation that his body was being crushed while being pulled through jail cell bars and that was for Johan's own amusement. He is so much worse when he actively hates someone. (i.e. Breaking Rhysand/Feyre's mating bond and letting Rhysand slowly go insane bc fuck that guy -- we don't talk about his daddy issues)

[16] Do they easily rely on others to help them out, or prefer doing everything themselves?

Johan relies on himself and himself alone. Most of his early life, he was alone, and he quickly realized that he is more intelligent/capable than most people. (He's a genius.) So, it's just better if he does everything himself. In many AUs though, his powers/mental health do spiral out of control to the point that he is a danger to everyone around him/entire cities, so he has no choice but to rely on those he trusts. He doesn't like it though, and he's extremely stubborn, so his friends end up finding his ass and having to talk him down from idk ending the world because he refused to ask for help before things got worse...

AHHH this was super fun!! Thank you so much for the ask 👉👈

[regegade]

I'm still sobbing at Bellona talking about Vegas just to be heavily heavily judged

[mirakelbrorsan]

I love love love seeing people replicating the old starstable/starshine art style for their starstable ocs, and every time it makes me think of the original artist that "coined" that artstyle (in lack of better words) so i'm going to drunk ramble about Johan Egerkrans

Because did you know the original artist, even back in the old starshine legacy games, is Johan Egerkrans?

The guy who is currently known for his books on dragons, northern mythology and gods?

(I would've out more book covers but my phone is fighting me and i did mention i'm intoxicated)

Anyway he was such an inspiration to me and I still think he's cool, so cool in fact that I emailed him a few years ago telling him as such and also mentioned I've been a fan since the starshine games. His reply back was very sweet.

Also my friend queued for me when he was signing his (then) new book about dragons in my friend's city, and she relayed to him that I've been a fan since starshine legacy and he was very happy to hear that.

Anyway. Johan Egerkrans. Starstable. I would love to see him come back and do character portraits but I also understand why that will not happen.

[fandomtrash-whataboutit]

I posted the first fic to a fandom on ao3 (as far as I’m aware because the whole point is that ao3 does filter for the fandom yet lmao)!!

The title hit me like a truck when I realized it fits the main ship (obv Ter/Hill) and the oc-ex-situationship I created for Ter (to an extent). Tagging was a nightmare cus there was no autofill I had to commit to it myself, y’all better appreciate my inclusion of background Johan/North AND Tiger/Nao

Ter doesn’t know what exactly his relationship with Hill is right now, but he knows that he’s complicated. And that, to some capacity, Hill seems to be flirting with him. And he thought it couldn’t get any more complicated.

Then New, an old friend, ex-not-quite-boyfriend, semi-situationship, shows up. And things get so much more complicated.

Read ‘I would’ve married you, if you’d have stuck around’ by fandomtrash_whataboutit on ao3!

[drmarune]

Dr.owen x Heinrich Faust x Lucifugus

Summary

Owen and Lucifugus share Heinrich and Johan and this there life

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Not this what Dr.owen imagined as he entered a relationship whit Heinrich and share him whit Lucifugus it’s surprisingly nice and Lucifugus doesn’t mind him really they have a good friend ship plus he taking care of Johan too

Heinrich:hm so Johan this is how you make a good old German potato bread of my old times“smile

Johan:oh Papa this is cool!!!!

Heinrich smile at Johan

Owen: it’s good too see your have fun so you make potato bread?“go sitting on the table

Heinrich: oh yes~ it’s a home recipe of my time as human my mother did teach me~

Owen:it’s surprising you remember this time Heinrich it’s must be a long time….

Heinrich:oh yes it is but I have good memories surprisingly especially after I became a devil

As they talk Lucifugus come in

Lucifugus:oh your make bread?

Johan:Yes dad!!! Papa and father helping my ok mostly papa because father don’t know potato bread!!!

Lucifugus: sounds lovely „go too them and kissing Heinrich and sitting then whit Owen

Heinrich: well the bread is done it’s need to rest some hours then we can bake it

Johan: yes papa!!!

The adults smile at Johan

Owen:now let’s clean up and make the last part ready

Lucifugus: oh yes good idea

As so they clean up

Lucifugus:now let’s bath Johan together and let’s papa and father have there time ok?

Johan:ok dad!

Owen:thank you Lucifugus after your are done I make us tee ok?

Johan:oh yes!!!

Lucifugus:of curse sounds good now come Johan let’s don’t wait ok?

Johan:ok!!!“run of

Lucifugus:well see your „go after Johan

Heinrich:hm it’s surprising my he accepted you Owen normally he is possessive and protective over my not this have something against it anyway and killing suitors of

Owen:sure good to know „laughing nervously:I don’t know why too but it’s good how it is….wo know after all I’m old so he know I’m not here long….

Heinrich humming in agreement:sure…….sad you don’t want to be a devil too….

Owen just smile at Heinrich

[victorzhuzhakin]

can we see more of your OCs? Theyre so God damn cute!!!

Surely! In fact, I have a lot of them, but I will show you the latest drawings that I like

ATROCEVILLE

The main characters in my main setting which is called "Atroceville". Character names from left to right in the first photo: Friederich, Ben (with cat ears), Johan, Molly. They are 12-13 years old, they are classmates and best friends. The second photo shows Eva and Christopher as teenagers. Eva is Johan's love interest, and Christopher is his younger brother. In the main story, he is 10, just like Eva.

There are rather negative characters in the story. The man with long blond hair is Octavian, he is the devil. But he is more silly and scrunkly than evil. The man next to them is Emmanuel - God. He created everything, including Octavian. They don't have the best relationship. The man with green hair is Louis. He is Octavian's right hand man and Emmanuel's partner. He's a grumpy nerd.

Other important characters in the story. On the left is Mortisy. He is an old hermit sorcerer who is shunned by many, but in fact he is a kind and pleasant person. On the right is Wendel, the owner of the funeral home. Mortisy has a crush on him, but Wendel finds him annoying.

The mayor of the city is Julian. He is stupid and lazy, loves money and good food. In the left corner is Lorenzo. Julian's best friend and police general. In the right corner is Adelaide. Julian's love interest, who rejects him.

Several fake scene sketches with my characters.

I still have a lot of characters, if you are interested, I will continue to talk about others!

[anonymousbeeblurr]

my new oc who is literally the weakest and all... but at least he is the most balanced

name is eleccharge and a non-binary cardbot because most of it is made of energy and they do not have a conscience very well but if you can call it another gender because it changes genetics the more they consume energy

They woke up confused because they were not on Planet Machina but on Planet Earth

Humans found a strange energy coming from a cave and there they found Eleccharge's sleeping card and when he was testing it, they used electricity which made Eleccharge wake up again but in his baby form

humans were scared but eleccharge woke up crying as if they were really a baby that had just been born

Scientists managed to calm down the eleccharge that consumed the energy of one of the devices and this made scientists excited as an electrical thing was alive and acting like a baby

The name Eleccharge was given by scientists, the original and unknown name and the only thing they can say is their name, but the other things are normal things that a baby would say

They have a somewhat shy personality and are quite chaotic when they see new people as they sometimes consider them to be dangerous people

The only attacks they have are electrocuting and possessing the other cardbot's body for 3 minutes

skills are to consume energy and enter electronic things to use as attack or defense

They spend most of their time sleeping or spending time with whoever they consider to be a parent

friendship relationship: buffalo crush (father figure), jun grant, anna, theo, crest, yuri (mother figure) and johan (by the way, the part about yuri and buffalo crush doesn't mean a ship!)

buffalo crush had found eleccharge alone scared and then he decided to show the others his new little friend

eleccharge always carries your metal card that doesn't work so Jun can't collect it and it's as if eleccharge didn't exist

Eleccharge fled the laboratory where they lived because there was an invasion and the scientists told them to flee because they would probably be taken and used as a deadly weapon

When the eleccharge is agitated or nervous, its body is filled with energy that can electrocute the person, but if you caress the red part above its nose, it would not electrocute

Eleccharge is able to float while awake and while sleeping so it is better to let him sleep in a place that has a roof otherwise he can float very far away

When they complete 100% of consuming energy they become an adult who speaks very well and is very big

eleccharge was inspired by Rotom in its base form without evolution

[vihola]

OC fact swap - kinda randomly because I don't remember if I have ever talk about my swtor ocs here but anyway

My disaster chiss siblings Cami and Johan fuck of to Nar Shaddaa when they are 12 and 14 and live there on the streets for five years. They'll go their separate ways then but will meet again at some point, I haven't completely decided when though.

After Yla runs away from the Empire, she travels to Nar Shaddaa because she heard that this planet is perfect for someone like her – a no-name willing to do anything to survive. She starts with her friend, but they soon part ways because the friend gets recruited by the Jedi Order. Yla is left behind, but she knows how to take care of herself just fine. And that's how her criminal career begins.

[anzumari]

I have questions for your Oc's Vincent and Kov!

Is Vincent a yandere and how did Kov meet him?

Ohhhh I rarely get asks (pls ask me guys.. 😔) THIS MIGHT BE VERY LONG HUHU..

Vincent is NOT a yandere, he may act like one and he doesn't really understand love, but his entire character isn't about him being a yandere even if he is the real male lead in the story. He discovered his feelings for Kov because they were friends for a long time and made Vincent think that Kov isn't like many people he met¹ and is the first one to understands him for his true feelings and emotions. Vincent might have yandere-like behaviors like getting jealous easily and tries to get more info about Kov², Vincent wouldn't tell Kov about it if his negative emotions are there because of his feelings for Kov, he knows that both of them aren't dating (yet) and he doesn't have the right to do it, but if both of them are dating then Vincent would be open about his thoughts, most of the time he doesn't get it why he feels negative emotions and would ask Kov about it (Kov will laugh abt the cause and also be concerned) Vincent is a complex and might be a misunderstood character because of his mysterious personality but I can mention characters that can make you imagine what he is like³ and the yandere role is given to the other male lead, not Vincent. So you can just call him a possessive and obsessed boyfriend if him and Kov are dating, but him and Kovs relationship is healthy, they understand each other and are honest (Kov would talk first), Vincent is scared that Kov might leave him because Kov was the first person to ever him as himself and not the Vincent everyone recognizes, he doesn't want to damage there relationship, if he was jealous of someone being close to Kov too, he wouldn't think about murder but he would tell the person he's jealous of to leave Kov alone because they are both together (depends if that person was flirting with Kov).

About the second question, it might contain spoilers.. So I'll just say, they met when they were children for a small amout of time then they met again in Kov's and Vincent's final year in junior high (2 years before the present story began) when Kov transfered to the school Vincent went to because of ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ then there (love) story began.

1 (for example: people using him for popularity, only hanging out or talking with him cuz he's popular, smart and rich etc.)

2(not private stuff though, just likes and dislikes)

3(Heavily inspired: Eichi Tenshouin (enstars) and Vincent Fennell (Hello Charlotte: Heavens Gate). Similar traits/backstories/personality: Malleus (twst), Johan Liebert (Monster), Eichi Tenshouin, Vincent Fennell, Adrian (How to survive as a maid in a horror game), Luca (saint spells))

Here's doodles abt the two of them

The last 2 pages has Vincents was his old design and I didn't like it 😠