#Jojos Bizarre Adventure oc

[mustiels-art]

Finished the ref sheet for my jojo oneshot oc! Meet Nora and her stand, Yellow Submarine! She's actually up on Artfight this year...

[jojosbizarrecandyland]

Chapter 1: Joanne's Sweet Endeavor / A Sweeter Encounter

Pages: 5 Words: 1978 Summary: Joanne, a determined twelve-year-old, runs the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop while her parents are away. She expertly assists customers, helping a grandmother pick out the perfect gift for her granddaughter, and manages a group of mischievous kids attempting to steal candy. Joanne sternly confronts them, offering a small treat and a lesson in honesty. As the day winds down, a suspicious group of men loiter outside the shop. Joanne senses danger and prepares to defend the store using the magical abilities of her candy bear, vowing to protect her parents' business no matter what.

The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was a beacon of color and joy in the heart of town, its windows lined with every kind of candy imaginable. From sugary rock candy to chewy licorice, the shop was a paradise for anyone with a sweet tooth. Today, however, the shop had a special charm—it was run by Joanne, a twelve-year-old with a knack for business.

As the bell above the door jingled, Joanne looked up from behind the counter, her brown curls bouncing with her movement. She adjusted her apron and greeted the new customer with a bright smile. “Welcome to Sweet Tooth! How can I help you today?”

The customer, a middle-aged woman with a fondness for bright scarves, smiled back. “Hello, dear. I’m looking for something special. It’s my granddaughter’s birthday, and I want to get her something sweet.”

Joanne’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “We’ve got just the thing! Follow me.” She led the woman to a display of colorful candy jars. “We’ve got some beautiful candy gift boxes that can be personalized. You can choose a selection of candies to fill them.”

The woman’s face lit up. “Oh, this looks perfect. I think she’ll love these gummy bears and the chocolate truffles. How much for a box like this?”

Joanne calculated the total quickly. “That’ll be twenty-five dollars for the box and the candies.”

The woman nodded and handed over the money. “Thank you, Joanne. You’re doing a great job here.”

“Thank you!” Joanne said, ringing up the sale and packing the box with care. “Have a sweet day!”

As the woman left, another customer entered—the local neighborhood kids. Joanne recognized them instantly; they were often found eyeing the candy jars with more interest than was strictly allowed.

“Hey, Joanne!” greeted Danny, a tall boy with an impish grin. “We’re just browsing.”

Joanne’s gaze was sharp, and she was ready. “Uh-huh. Browsing, right. Make sure you don’t touch anything without asking, okay?”

The kids exchanged glances, and Danny’s grin faltered a bit. “Sure, Joanne. We were just... um, looking for something.”

Joanne kept a close watch as the kids wandered the aisles. Her instinct proved correct when she saw them covertly trying to slip candy into their pockets. With a decisive motion, she grabbed the broom that was always at hand behind the counter and walked over to them.

“Alright, enough of that!” Joanne’s voice was commanding as she brandished the broom. The kids froze, wide-eyed. “You’ve been warned. Either pay for what you want or get out.”

One of the girls, a smaller kid with pigtails, looked particularly nervous. “We’re really sorry, Joanne. We didn’t mean to steal.”

Joanne’s expression softened slightly, though she kept her stance firm. “Well, if you’re sorry, I expect you to apologize properly. And if you’re still hungry for candy, here’s something on the house.” 

She reached into a jar of sour taffy and handed them each a piece. “Now, scram. And don’t come back without paying.”

The kids mumbled their thanks and hurried out, the sour taffy already making their faces pucker in surprise. Joanne shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. She could be tough when she needed to be, but she had a soft spot for kids who made honest mistakes.

Later that afternoon, the shop was buzzing with the usual assortment of customers. Joanne’s attention was split between ringing up purchases and keeping an eye on the stock. She had just finished wrapping a box of chocolate-covered almonds when a group of older customers entered.

“Good afternoon!” Joanne called out brightly. “Can I help you find anything special today?”

A tall man with graying hair and glasses smiled warmly. “Yes, actually. We’re looking for some old-fashioned sweets. My wife and I are celebrating our anniversary, and we thought some classic candies would be perfect.”

Joanne’s eyes lit up. “You’ve come to the right place! We’ve got a great selection of vintage candies. Follow me.”

She led them to a display of nostalgic treats—root beer barrels, jawbreakers, and nougat bars. As the customers browsed, one of them, a woman with a gentle demeanor, asked, “Joanne, your parents must be proud of how well you’re running the shop.”

Joanne’s heart skipped a beat. She offered her rehearsed response with a casual air. “Oh, they’re on vacation. I’m holding down the fort while they’re away.”

The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Well, you’re doing a marvelous job. We’ll take some of these root beer barrels and a few of the nougat bars. How much do we owe you?”

Joanne quickly rang up their purchases and bagged the candies. “That’ll be thirty dollars.”

The man handed over the money, and Joanne gave him a receipt with a cheerful “Thank you for shopping at Sweet Tooth! Have a great day!”

As the last customer left and the shop quieted down, Joanne began her closing routine. She swept the floor, restocked the shelves, and prepared to lock up. The sky outside was turning dusky, the streetlights casting long shadows.

But as Joanne turned the “Closed” sign on the door, she noticed a group of men loitering nearby. Their presence was unsettling—there was something off about the way they hovered around the shop. Joanne’s instincts went on high alert.

She grabbed her trusty stuffed bear from her bookbag, her fingers brushing against its soft, comforting surface. With a quiet murmur, she activated its special magic, and the bear’s plush exterior shifted into a glossy candy material.

Joanne felt a surge of determination. She would protect the shop, no matter what. The men approached, their intentions clear. Joanne gripped her candy bear tightly, ready to defend her parents’ store with all the courage she could muster.

And so, as the evening shadows lengthened and the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop closed its doors for the night, Joanne prepared to face whatever challenge lay ahead with the same fearless resolve she brought to running her beloved shop.

_

The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was buzzing with energy as Joanne prepared for a new day. She had been working tirelessly to set up a new display of lollipops, each one intricately shaped into stars, moons, hearts, and other delightful forms. These were not your average flat lollipops; they were grand creations, each one a piece of edible art propped up on sturdy sticks. Joanne meticulously arranged them on the counter, her excitement evident in the way she adjusted each display.

The morning sun was just beginning to shine through the shop's windows when the bell above the door chimed. Joanne turned to see a young boy about her age stepping in. He had tan skin, dark spiky hair, and was wearing goggles perched low on his forehead. His clothes were worn and somewhat shabby, giving him a rough-around-the-edges appearance.

Joanne offered her usual friendly greeting. “Good morning! Welcome to Sweet Tooth. Can I help you find something special today?”

The boy glanced around the shop with a dismissive air. “I don’t want to buy anything from you,” he said, his tone a mix of defiance and disdain. He looked Joanne up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Though he tried to hide it, a faint blush colored his cheeks as he found himself captivated by her determination and spunk.

“I came here to take some candy,” he continued, folding his arms defiantly. “Those kids who came in yesterday? They were working for me. I’m here to take what I want.”

Joanne’s smile faded, replaced by a look of stern resolve. “If you’re here to steal, I won’t go easy on you. I’ve got a job to do, and I won’t let anyone mess it up.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and he shrugged with a hardened expression. “I don’t care. I’m a thief, not a saint.”

Joanne’s frown deepened. She wasn’t about to let him walk away with her candy, not after everything she’d done to keep the shop running smoothly. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play it.”

Without warning, she grabbed a handful of the newly displayed lollipops and hurled them at him. The colorful confections flew through the air, but the boy was quick on his feet. With a flick of his wrist, he transformed his left hand into a large, bladed sword, blocking the incoming lollipops with ease.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” the boy taunted, his sword-hand slicing through the air as he deflected the candy missiles.

Joanne wasn’t deterred. She grabbed more lollipops and continued her barrage. “I’m not giving up so easily!”

The boy, who had been ready to steal the candy, now found himself engaged in a fierce battle of attrition. His ability to morph his body into mechanical constructs gave him a solid defense, while Joanne’s candy-throwing skills kept him on his toes. The shop was a flurry of colors and motion as the two clashed, the floor littered with shattered lollipop pieces.

Joanne’s eyes darted around the shop, searching for more lollipops to use as ammunition. Her focus was momentarily distracted when she noticed a giant candy sculpture on a precarious stand. It wobbled dangerously, tilting towards her.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Look out!” she shouted, but the boy’s attention was already drawn to the falling sculpture. Without hesitation, he dashed toward Joanne, tackling her out of harm’s way.

With a swift motion, he shifted his back into a deformed shield, his body morphing to absorb the impact of the falling sculpture. The candy crashed down onto the shield, and for a moment, everything went quiet. When the dust settled, the boy and Joanne were lying on the floor, safe and sound, though surrounded by candy debris.

Joanne looked up at him, astonished. “Why did you save me?”

The boy’s face was flushed, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I didn’t want to kill you. I’m a thief, not a murderer.”

Joanne’s expression softened, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “You really mean that?”

The boy nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. I’m sorry for everything. My name’s Luke. I didn’t want to cause any more trouble. I’d like to make it up to you. If you’ll let me, I could work here at the shop and pay off any damages.”

Joanne’s initial hesitation melted away as she considered his offer. She could see the potential for redemption in his eyes. With a bright smile, she extended her hand. “Alright, Luke. Let’s start fresh. We’ll clean up this mess together, and you can work here to make things right.”

Luke took her hand, his expression a mix of relief and gratitude. “Thanks, Joanne. I promise I’ll work hard.”

Together, they began to clean up the shop, sweeping up the candy shards and resetting the displays. As they worked, Joanne could sense that Luke was genuinely remorseful and willing to make amends. The two of them worked side by side, their earlier conflict forgotten as they bonded over the shared task.

By the time the shop was cleaned up and ready to reopen, Joanne and Luke had formed an unexpected alliance. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was back to its cheerful self, and Joanne felt a new sense of camaraderie with her unlikely helper.

As they prepared to open the shop again, Joanne looked at Luke with a hopeful smile. “Let’s make today a great day, shall we?”

Luke nodded, a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. “Absolutely. And thanks for giving me a second chance.”

With a fresh start and a new friend by her side, Joanne was ready for whatever the day might bring. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was once again a place of joy and sweetness, and Joanne couldn’t have been happier.

[midzly]

Stone Ocean's oc: Aserejé

[aliensandanxiety]

Making a Jojo fan character and stand because life is short and cringe culture is dead. Info below the cut for anyone interested.

His name is Florian de Locke (Smashing Pumpkins song Cupid De Locke), he's 25 and his stand is called Savage Garden (localised name is Angry Orchard)

It's a plant based humanoid stand that can take on qualities of nearby plants it touches i.e. if it touches poison ivy, it becomes poisonous, if it touches something thorny, it gains spikes, if it touches something medicinal, it gains healing properties. This could include things that have plant extracts inside them in a pinch.

If no plants are nearby it can still function as a long range stand that can use vines similarly to Hierophant Green's tentacles or Hermit Purple but it isn't particularly powerful.

Florian is a florist by trade who has had his stand since he was a child. He is kind hearted, a little timid and at times a pessimist. Generally he prefers not to fight and uses Savage Garden primarily for defence and its healing potential.

Incidentally Florian is based on my farmer in Stardew Valley who has the same name 😂

[girlboydoppio]

😳

[doubleaabat]

Something wicked this way come…

[catbotnik]

Last minute character for artfight

Their stand ability:

“Hidden in the Sand can make anything within range intangible, letting the user pass through solid objects, as well as trapping their foes within objects in range. They can only have this ability active on three objects at a time, including an object that has returned to tangible, but has something trapped within from when it was intangible. Attempting to make another object intangible while already having 3 active makes the last activated object either return to its original tangible form, or forces out whatever is trapped within the tangible object. This abilities is only able to affect objects within a ten feet radius of the user, but once an object has been turned intangible, it will stay that way as long as the user is within 30 ft of the object, if they go past 30ft, the object with return to its original form. Hidden in the Sand is a very fast and agile stand, but lacks physical strength, defense, and range.”

[somethinspecial]

Jjba Oc/ Insert Info!

Name: Louis Bell Basil

Namesake: Louis Armstrong

Nicknames: Lou, Bells, Dog, Vamp

Nicknames for others: Dear, Hun, my Love

Gender identity: Afab trans man

Height: 5’6

Weight: 145 lbs

Hair color: brunette

Eye color: Blue

Type of Voice: mid toned with a Cajun accent

Eyesight: worsting over time (wears contacts in later years)

Race and/or ethnicity: white, Cajun French

Hometown/ country: New Orleans/Chalmette

Current residency: Egypt

Religion: n/a

Moral alignment: Lawful neutral

MBTI personality type: Enfp

Medical/Dental health: Arthritis as well as constant trips to the hospital due to work

Mental health: has Anxiety as well as forms of ptsd

Phobias: various but tends to research whatever he fears to desensitize

Scars/Burns/Birthmarks/Tattoos: many scars and other injuries. Has beauty marks and a darker red mark barely noticeable in between brows

Criminal record: n/a

Awards and education: graduated high school, scouted out by the speedwagon foundation and furthering his education into becoming a bodyguard for them.

Past experience: parental divorce leading to a drastic move that took him away from most of his family at a young age.

Thoughts on love: a Romantic at heart even if he acts like it’s silly

Sexual/romantic identity: Pan/ aroace spectrum

People they like: Mya, his grandfather and aunts, some coworkers, thinks highly of the crusaders and later gets to know some through Mya, enjoys the children in the small town he lives in

People they hate: Dio, his minions, his mother for taking him away from his old life and constant abuse of him and his siblings, rude people

Dreams for the future: wants to settle down. Hopes that he can keep up his job as bodyguard to Chaka in the foundation but also works in babysitting/other tasks around town when Chaka’s also at work.

Relationships: close friends with Mya, in a romantic relationship with Chaka

Quotes: “(i’ll)Be back soon”

Hobbies: Horseback riding, working out, reading

Habits: Nail biting, bathing when stressed

Quirks/ unique personality traits: cant help but laugh when others laugh, can be childish, reading out loud, spouting out odd facts

Pet Peeves: loud chewing, fake yelling noises (panics him)

Stand Type: Attack

Stand Name: Little Fang

Stand Range: 2 meters

Destructive power: A

Speed: C

Range: D

Stamina/ Persistence: B

Precision:B

Developmental potential: A

Stand abilities: Long Claws able to rip through Enemies. If blood is ingested, the enemy stand will be forced into a zombie like state unable to attack. This state can only be cured by either waiting 101 days or consuming animal souls (can be sped up quicker with human souls)

Stand Weakness: poor defence, a glass canon

Battle Cry: BOW

——————————————————————

Favourite band: The Bangles

Favourite color: warm colors (or Baja Blast Blue shh Ofc he knows what a Baja blast is)

Favourite animal: cats

Favourite movie: Bambi

Favourite school subject: Science

[catrannes]

SHE'S FINALLY HEERE‼️

i took some suggestions for her design, now i really like it, i was getting tired of constantly changing things on her design, i can't even count the amout of times i've done it😭😭😭

Her name's Kaori btw. I'll work on a toyhouse page for her like i did w/ her brother jdkd <3

(She's not a self insert btw, i just wanted to make that clear lmao)

[ging-pegger]

after finally finishing part 3 of jojo's , i decided it was time to show my jjba sona some love! (and hopefully ygs will too 🫶)

heres her and her stand (the seperate drawings, plus the drawings put together like jjba official art of characters & their stands!!!) i tried to make her look more like the jojo's style, and I'm pretty proud of myself :3 (ignore how messy her stand is it was a challenge drawing her based solely off an idea in my head)

[prettydemka]

Нынче на уроке алгебры хорошее вдохновение приходит / Today in algebra class good inspiration comes

Close ups

Да кстати, это мой жжба перс, который много много страдает. Исао Нагасаки дурачок художник, который живёт в Морио (8 часть) и еле как живёт из за своей бедности. Почему голый? Потому что одежду лень было рисовать. / By the way, this is my JJBA oc who suffers a lot. Isao Nagasaki is a foolish artist who lives in Morioh (part 8) and barely lives due to his poverty. Why naked? Because I'm too lazy to draw clothes.

(я всё ещё жива)

[mustiels-art]

Sometimes reading jojo does things to your brain. like makes you design possible jojo ocs

[kermitcurry]

It’s the work of an enemy stand! 🤫

[midzly]

Since that day Melone don't talk to Scuro never again

[aliensandanxiety]

Coloured art of my Jojo OC Florian and his stand Savage Garden.

Full character bio under the cut cause I just love him and want the world to appreciate him. I know I did a brief one before but I've finalised him 😅

Full name: Florian De Locke

Nickname: Flori

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Gay

Birthday: April 4th 1999 (age 25)

Born: Amsterdam, the Netherlands

Height: 178cm

Weight: 75kg

Occupation: Florist

Hobbies: Raising carnivorous plants, painting, baking.

Favourite Colour: Yellow

Favourite Flower: Tulips

Distinguishing Accessories: Plasters on fingers and face due to being clumsy handling thorned plants, Jacob's Ladder earrings, daisy brooch, embroidered sunflowers on dungaree legs, arm warmers.

Namesake: Smashing Pumpkins song 'Cupid de Locke'

🌷🌷🌷

Florian is a florist who has had a stand as long as he can remember, he has always been interested in botany since a young age and started working initally as a flower delivery boy in Amsterdam when he was growing up in the Netherlands. He now has his own flower shop and lives in a small apartment above it with his roommate Matteo who owns the record shop next door to his florist (I'll get to him eventually).

Florian is quite timid by personality and does not like confrontation. He has a tendency to undersell his products at times as he does not wish to argue with customers. He is also very kind hearted and has a bad habit of doing things such a funeral flowers for free.

He can be a pessimist at times and tends to overanalyse situations. However, he has a strong sense of morality and always acts to help someone weaker than him or those he loves without his usual hesitancy.

🌻🌻🌻

Florian's Stand- Savage Garden

Savage Garden is a humanoid, long ranged Stand. It's primary method of attack is using branches and vines to grip foes, similarly to Hermit Purple or Hierophant Green. It can also use its hands to emit a sweet scent similar to a pitcher plant which makes people feel safe and at ease. Florian prefers to use this when his friends are hurt or scared as opposed to offensively.

It's main ability is that it can touch plants and take on qualities of the plants it touches. Examples are:

Sunflowers - It will move quickly toward sources of light at speeds surpassing it's usual.

Roses - Gains thorned vines which can be used to inflict damage.

Horse Chesnut Tree - Gains spiked armour

Dandelion - Becomes light and able to float on air currents.

Stinging Nettle - Emits a poison that causes rashes and itching on contact.

It's limitation lies in the fact there must be a plant nearby for it to gain its qualities. It can be used for healing depending what plants it touches. It also functions poorly in bad weather and at night as plants need the sun.

🪻🪻🪻

Hope that sums him up ☺️ I've had a blast creating him. His inspiration all comes from the fact I love gardening, have silly amounts of houseplants and raise my own carnivorous plants 😂

[girlboydoppio]

Hi guys, I made a Art Fight please follow me!