#OC: Joey

[processed-meat]

[cathartic-crypt]

guys. guys say hi to joey :-) my courier six (also known as the sunflower courier) he is SO silly!!!!and stupid.and naive.but very very nice

[volertile]

oc and friends oc

hope this doesn’t flop

[cataclysmic-writer]

Katastrophie: The Brothers

For the Welcome to Writeblr Feast of Fright event! Day 1: write a character study scene about the protagonist//Day 2: Introduce the story's major relationship(s). Katastrophie is an adult sports romance set among professional wrestlers. Ask to be added to the tag list!

Kas barely recognized his apartment. He tossed his keys to the side where he thought a side table was. It was impossible to tell for sure in the dark. He stumbled over something, catching himself on the wall. He blinked, trying to orient himself as pain pulsed down his side.

He should unpack, start a load of laundry. He’d be back on the road again in a day or two and he really needed to switch out his wardrobe. Instead, he collapsed back onto his mattress, so exhausted that he didn’t even plug his phone in before his eyes closed. Fuck the laundry.

Kas jolted awake to panicked banging on his door. He grabbed his cell phone, but the screen was black—completely dead. Swearing under his breath, Kas edged towards the entryway. The microwave clock blinked at him from the kitchen and his heart crawled into his throat. Barely three AM. He remembered his dad’s advice: nothing good happened after midnight. 

Sophie also insisted that nothing memorable happened before 11.

Another round of banging shook the wall. Kas took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and opened the door. 

Joey immediately dove into the apartment, wrapping his arms around Kas’s torso tight enough that Kas wondered if he was getting Heimliched. His hair stuck up in manic tufts, somewhere between a lion and a cockatiel. Despite the frigid temperature, he only wore basketball shorts and a baggy hoodie, and Kas shivered as Joey absorbed his heat. 

Joey buried his face in Kas’s shirt. His shoulders rose unevenly and he struggled to get a word out, putting more and more of his weight on Kas, like he couldn’t carry his weight. Kas staggered back to regain balance and immediately settled a hand on his brother’s back, holding him up. “Joey? What’s wrong?” Kas tried to shake the sleep out of his voice, but if Joey heard it, he didn’t seem to care. 

Joey opened his mouth, but a whimper was all he managed to get out and he slammed it shut again, clinging tighter to his brother. Kas’s blood ran cold. Sure, Joey was a quiet, artistic person, but he was still a 16-year-old boy. He didn’t whimper.

Kas’s fingers gripped Joey’s shirt as he pulled his brother away, crouching so they were eye level. Joey turned away. “What happened? Are you hurt?” He scanned Joey’s body for broken bones or cuts, but his baggy clothes hid his body. “Joey, look at me.” Kas grabbed his chin, forcing his brother to return his gaze.

Dried blood crusted Joey’s lip. He habitually chewed on his supplies; had something cut him? Had he torn the skin as an anxious habit? Or—

A darker thought drowned out the others. Who hurt his baby brother?

Rage boiled in his stomach, acid thrashing in his throat and burning his veins. He didn’t realize he’d tightened his grip on Joey until the younger boy winced. Kas dropped his hand, muttering an apology. 

Joey pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt down to cover his hands and leaned his forehead back against Kas’s chest. “Can I—” He couldn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. 

Kas wrapped his arms around Joey and led him deeper into the apartment. “Yeah, you can stay here tonight,” Kas said. “Take the bed.”

“Did I wake you up?” It was the first full sentence Joey’d managed since he came in. 

Kas waved a dismissive hand. “Nah. I was doing laundry.”

[creepymarshmallow3]

Ask 1: Some cute/funny Raven x Legion content

Ask 2: Springy prank anyone, but be careful so you don't die if you pick like the wrong person to scare-

Ask 3: Chris is gonna give Raven a gift in secret but sees Raven and Legion together and probably would eye twitch and nearly attack from being so frustrated but probably is caught off gaurd my Springy and acts like nothing happened and he is clueless to Chris's whole deal.

Ask 4: Merfeld(Spelled it wrong) and Joey spend time together and meet captain(oc), Probably both scream

Ask 5: Love you friend/Platonic

(Phew, sorry for too long buddy, was a bit busy etc.)

Ask 1-3: :> cute third frame

[Springy :3]

Ask 2: Lol :>

Ask 4: Melfi, Joey and Captain :>

[on le distance...]

Ask 5: ^^ 💜💜💜

[alltimefail-sims]

Joseph "Joey" Harris-Ruiz Submission for @wrixie's Juliana!

The Basics: -> Human; He/Him (and Trans!) -> Bisexual Disaster -> Born in Moonwood Mill, but his parents divorced when he was like 5, so he floated between there and Selvadorada. Currently he's just vibing, not settled to any one place. -> Young Adult (irl probably like 28 y.o.)

Details below the cut! ↓

Joey's traits are: Loves the Outdoors, Loner, and Hotheaded. He has also has two additional traits (from self-discovery): Good + Maker.

I used CC pretty sparingly; most of the stuff he wears is from the horse pack. I have the Wonderful Whims mod as well, and his preferences have been set with that! Just clarifying, for funsies: his mom lives in Selvadorada and his dad is from Moonwood Mill.

-> His current aspiration is: Outdoor Enthusiast. He has completed the Master Maker aspiration already and currently works as a freelance crafter.

-> Education: He dropped out of high school and has yet to finish... he might never go back. Who knows!

-> His likes include: Alternative and Retro music (he has the music taste of a middle-aged dad). His favorite color is orange. His hobbies include handiness, cooking, fishing, gardening, singing, and playing guitar. He likes hearing people's deep thoughts, complaints, and joking around (he is a huuuuuge smartass who copes and deflects with humor and sarcasm, unfortunately). His favorite kind of sims are argumentative, cerebral, nature enthusiasts.

-> His dislikes include: DJ Booth, Electronica, and Disco music. If it's related to school or academics, you can guarantee that he hates it lmao: i.e. writing or research and debate. Small talk makes his skin crawl. He doesn't like deception, gossip, or long-ass stories. Super spirited or high energy sims stress him out.

-> Some fun facts include: Joey is an only child. He's a really good cook, which surprises people! He hates his smile (his mom used to call him "Bunny" because of his front teeth, so closed-mouth smiles only unless he's super comfortable around you). The real story behind how he lost his eye and got some pretty heinous scars is that he had a bad run-in with a wild fox when he was a kid working on his dad's farm - he gets annoyed when people ask unsolicited though, so he usually makes up stupid stories before telling them the truth. He started transitioning when he was 13: his mom was very supportive but his dad...not so much (they're still amicable though). Despite growing up in Moonwood Mill, he barely knows anything about occults lmao. He's very observant and has been told he's a good kisser!

Note: He has some bonus traits from gameplay and an array of skills. His current desire for having a child is set to "Neutral." If Lumpinou's LGBTQ+ mod is being used his settings are bisexual/biromantic, alloromantic/allosexual, and transgender: did voice therapy, did hormone replacement therapy, had top surgery (has not elected to have bottom surgery).

Private DL if chosen!

[ninethirtynine-pm]

this is joey shes a loser

[simiaysa]

Yosef Pattinson; 27, ( He/Him) Aspiring Graphic Designer

Yosef is Ashayaa’s first real relationship. They met while Ashayaa was out with Stevie running errands. They hit it off pretty quickly, which led to Yosef being around more and introduced to the family.

Yosef grew up in San Myshuno with his grandparents because his parents were too busy to raise him. Yosef never had to want for anything or even work to hard because his parents took care of that. Anything he ever wanted was handed to him on a silver platter. No matter what he was given, he was lonely missing his parents love and their presence. As he got older, Yosef started to talking to Joey an imaginary figure who kept him from being lonely. As the years went by Joey became more than just a figment of Yosef imagination. Joey started to take over Yosef body and mind, making him do things that Yosef would never do himself.

When Ashayaa and Yosef met, it was never a coincidence. Yosef and Joey have been watching her on campus for months before approaching her. Joey wanted her for himself and constantly would take over Yosef’s mind to be able to interact with Ashayaa. Yosef didn’t mind because he liked Ashayaa and thought she was beautiful but everything changed when she gotten pregnant.

Joey decided that she was his and she needed to be with him 24/7. This created a battle between Joey and Yosef because he knew joey was plotting something dangerous. Yosef started to act like an assholee to Ashayaa trying to keep her away from him because he knew joey would do something crazy. What Yosef doesn’t know is Joey has been taking over his mind right before he goes to sleep, and stalking Ashayaa around campus, watching and plotting.

@astoldbychae pray for my girl 😩🙏🏾

[ocs-res]

Pages from my zine, 《君不知》 (eng title: "You Don't Know")

Bonus (cover art):

[moghraidhs]

9, 23, and 25 for Joey?

thank you :))

9 and 25 answered here and here.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

anything negative to be honest, for both ways. he's used to shoving everything down so as not to be a nuisance, so anger and sadness and that persistent feeling of not fitting in is always there at the back of his mind.

[processed-meat]

my friends sonas. i couldnt think of anything to draw so now this page exists. waves to you four

@bone-collection @arcaedex @solarxeno @coppercatz

[cathartic-crypt]

Your courier facts NOW 🔫

OKAY!!!!!!!!

he is THE number one sunset sarsaparilla fan. literally he drinks it religiously. he literally based his new identity on a sunset sarsaparilla ad when he left goodsprings

like he saw that ^ and went "o_o he is literally me" and decided to be a cowboy

he has the animal friend perk.he loves animals. hes illiterate but he loves to draw and he carries around a sketchbook filled with drawings of all the animals hes ever met. he likes to use watercolour the most b/c it stays dry in his bag and its super compact and easy to carry

he loves shiny things. shiny ANYTHING, in fact. notices something sticking out of the ground thats vaguely interesting??hes picking that bitch up and taking it with him

have i mentioned he went from courier to cowboy? b/c yea. woke up from goodsprings not remembering anything, being a nobody, and decided to build himself up from nothing into a something :)

he also cuts his own hair..which is why he has a bunch of longer strands just sticking out. not the neatest thing in the world, but thats ok

[jacobsneed]

Thank you sm for tagging me, lovelies! @josephseedismyfather @inafieldofdaisies @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @clicheantagonist ! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

So Big news - Started doing some drawing again!! Not much just working on files I already had opened, but I did start a new Cricket drawing because I really wanted to draw them in the gta style :D

Aah, the hardest part of any Monday.. Picking out ONE song for Music Monday, lmao. Adding two because I can, and I listen to a lot of music when I'm doing creative projects :P

And for the last line tag! I've decided to call this lil piece, 'Zašto'

slight tw for violence/gore in case anyone needs it!

A total of twelve shots rang through the area as Niko towered over Darko's lifeless figure. The blood-soaked tableau before him was a testament to their shared anguish; rain melding seamlessly with the crimson horror—a haunting masterpiece of brutal indifference.

Niko sneered at his fallen comrade: "You piece of shit!" Hot anger burned through him like molten lava. "That was for everyone!" Niko exhaled vehemently, the world swallowing his anguish whole:

"THAT WAS FOR ME."

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[rottenpozzum]

A whole buncha OC doodles 💙

[cedarspiced]

woe! joey be upon thee

[v6quewrlds]

❝ sky full of stars, j. burrow. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: joe's a big space nerd. you're a big space nerd. it's a match made in space nerd heaven.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: literally laid awake last night thinking about this. decided to write it during my lecture. short and sweet but i love writing joe in love. suppressing the urge to cite my sources on this lol. ty to wikipedia's black holes article <3 also don't worry y'all will still get a game day fic on sunday 🙂‍↕️

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: science talk, general cheesiness.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x nasa engineer!reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 1k.

Your eyes scanned the living room, your gaze lingering on the framed LSU jersey hanging on the wall. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you thought of Joe's insistence on displaying his pride so prominently in his Cincinnati home. Despite his celebrity status, he remained as down-to-earth as the day the two of you met eight months ago, a quality you cherished deeply.

The gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet room as the documentary's narrator droned on about black holes. Joe's breathing grew even and steady, his head comfortably nestled in your lap. You felt his hand twitch in his half-sleep, his thumb brushing against your thigh through the fabric of your shorts. You gently stroked his hair, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Your thoughts drifted to the upcoming mission you were helping to prepare at the Johnson Space Center. The excitement of possibly making more discoveries on your Mars probe was palpable, and you couldn't wait to get back to Houston. Yet, here you were, feeling more content than ever, with a man you never thought you’d end up with. The rhythmic beat of Joe's heart against your palm was a reminder of the love the two of you had found amidst your two dramatically different lives.

You leaned back, your hand still cradling Joe's head, and refocused on the documentary. The TV screen flickered with images of stars, galaxies, and cosmic phenomena that you knew so well from your work, yet seeing them here, in Joe's home, made them feel so much more profound.

“So, how do black holes, like, eat stars?” Joe’s sleepy voice interrupted the silence. His eyes remained closed, but his mind was clearly still processing the information he had been hearing.

“It’s not so much that they eat stars, but rather they have such intense gravitational pull that nothing can escape them, not even light,” You explained, your voice a soothing murmur. You felt Joe’s head shift slightly, his curiosity piqued.

“So, it’s like a cosmic vacuum cleaner?” He mumbled, a hint of a smile in his voice.

You laughed, the sound echoing lightly in the room. “In a way, yes. But a vacuum cleaner you definitely don’t want to get too close to. Once something enters a black hole, it’s gone forever.”

Joe’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. “How can something be that powerful?” His gaze was earnest, the curiosity in his eyes warming your heart.

“It’s all about the mass and gravity. When a star dies and collapses, it can become so dense that its gravity is just too much for anything to resist. Not even light can escape, which is why we call them black holes. They’re like the universe’s trapdoor.” Your voice was soft, your eyes shining with the same enthusiasm that had captured Joe’s attention when you’d first described your job to him.

Joe nodded, his eyes drifting back to the TV screen. His fingers twined with yours, and you felt a gentle squeeze. “And what happens when something does fall in?” His question was genuine, his curiosity a bridge between your worlds.

“Well, we think that anything that gets too close gets stretched out like spaghetti. But before that, it passes the point of no return, gravity gets so intense that it bends time and space itself. It’s like nothing we can truly imagine.” Your words painted a vivid picture in the quiet room, your voice a mix of wonder and knowledge.

“You’re like nothing I could truly imagine. You’re like my own black hole, pulling me in with your brilliance every day.” Joe’s words were a gentle whisper, his blue eyes opening to find yours, a warmth that didn’t quite match the cosmic chaos on the screen.

Your heart fluttered. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Heisman.” You leaned down to kiss his forehead, your smile tender. The room felt smaller, the universe’s mysteries forgotten as the two of your shared a moment of quiet intimacy.

The documentary played on, but your attention had shifted. Joe’s hand found yours again, fingers interlocking. He pulled himself up, dirty blonde hair messy from rest, eyes squinting in the light. “You know I’m going to keep asking questions until I understand everything you do, right?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Joey. You know I love talking about this stuff with you.” Your voice was filled with affection as you reached for the remote and paused the documentary. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV, the only light source in the otherwise darkened space.

Joe sat up, his hand still holding yours. He leaned in, your eyes locking for a brief moment before your lips met in a gentle kiss that grew in passion. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as you shifted on the couch to face him. Your kisses grew deeper, a silent declaration of your love and appreciation for one another’s differences and shared moments of wonder.

As you pulled apart, Joe whispered, “You know, I still can’t believe you agreed to go out with me. A guy who throws a football for a living asking out a NASA engineer.” His self-deprecation made you laugh again, the sound music to his ears. “Still not sure why you’re with me.”

“Why not?” you said, your voice filled with warmth. “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Joe. And you’re incredibly good at what you do. Maybe not launching rockets, but you have your own kind of rocket science going on out there on the field.”

Joe chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “You always know what to say to boost my ego.”

“I’ll say whatever it takes to get me ahead of Ja’Marr in your heart,” you teased with a laugh, leaning forward to steal another kiss from his pink lips. The warmth of his breath tickled your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

Joe’s arms tightened around you, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “I don’t know, he’s pretty good at catching my throws.”

“Well, I’m pretty good at catching your heart, so I think we’re even,” you quipped back, your eyes sparkling with love and amusement.

Joe’s chuckle grew louder, the sound rumbling through the room like thunder. He leaned back, pulling you with him until you were lying on top of him, your legs draped over his. “You definitely win that title, babe. No contest.”

Your smile never left your face as you looked down at him. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You felt his heartbeat beneath you, a steady drum that matched the rhythm of your own. The air between the two of you was electric, the kind of charge that could spark a star into existence.