#juju oc

[cartoonsforlife]

(gaps) Juju?! 😨What the fuck is happened to her? Well... It's a secret!~🤫

In truth, I recently wondered if Juju became a real vilainess, what apparence would she have? Soooo, I opted for a demoness form. I think it gives her a very cool bad bitch vibe and the metal style suits her so well!😈🤘🎶🎸💋 For the moment, it's only a sketch because I'm not yet sure about her final character design, I still have to think about many tips before. For now, I'm actually working on other drawings which are in w.i.p.

p.s. I can't wait to draw her with our beloved Evil Lord Black Hat in the near future! Just thinking about it makes me shiver with excitement!

[cartoonsforlife]

Oh sure! This is Juju. She serves as both an OC for my Villainous AU fanfiction (still to be planned in my drafts) and self-shipping! In my story that I plan to write in the future, she''s a Villain Slayer! She lost one of her parents to a mysterious villain who killed him when she was a child and vowed to avenge him by joining a Villain Slayer organization. Later, during a mission, she was kidnapped by Black Hat and the main trio because they noticed a potential in Juju that intrigued them. But I won't say any more!

Sometimes I like to imagine enemies to lovers moments between them! 🥰

Could some of you guys show off your villainous oc's or self inserts? I will eat that up like it's my last meal and cherish it

(i love oc's and self inserts sm, especially when other people show theirs off😭)

[on-a-lucky-tide]

A soldier yearns for home as a pining pilot watches on.

cw: hints of a shitty ex, soldiers away for Christmas.

Nik hadn’t questioned the guitar that John had loaded onto the Black Hawk. He had transported more unusual things into the heart of eastern Europe, and would do so in the future at John's behest, no doubt. That hadn't stopped him inspecting it while John had been busy briefing the 141 and an attaché of mercenaries Laswell had sent to support.

The case was solid black plastic, chipped and dented, and littered with band stickers. Some had faded to white completely, while others had peeled in places. His eyes lingered over a few bands he'd never heard of - The Fratellis, The Wombats, The… Pigeon Detectives - and some he did. John had a rather broad musical palette.

The instrument itself was well loved too, with a chip out of the main body and more faded stickers across the back and front. The varnish had worn off the fretboard, but the strings were relatively fresh; Nik ran the pads of his fingers over them and they hummed out a warm note. The musical echo of John's smile, Nik thought fondly. He clipped the case closed and grabbed a ratchet strap from a shelf to keep it secure.

They made camp in an abandoned building in the suburbs outside Timișoara. Nik could think of worse places to spend Christmas than the City of Roses, but everyone else's spirits were low. It was Christmas Eve and every soldier huddled in that little building was yearning for hearth and home. Nik had spent so long without one that he had learned to find solace where he could, and if that was enjoying the philharmonic opera and a glass of Țuică in a beautiful Romanian city after the mission, then so be it.

As he walked the floors, he heard Gaz talking softly on his phone, Soap and Ghost too, with muted Scottish voices coming through from the otherside. The lieutenant had lost so much and the sergeant had taken to including him in his own family. One day they would make it official. Nik had already picked out his suit for the occasion.

The team had a limited amount of downtime before all boots hit the ground and they went dark, and every single one had searched out their loved ones in whatever way they could. Nik hadn't realised his own heart had done the same until he ended up outside John's door.

It was ajar and Nik could hear him moving around. He was about to knock when he caught sight of John sitting down in front of a laptop, and his hand hovered in midair. A hazy picture appeared on the screen, flickering once as John adjusted the antennae.

“C'n y’ear me, Carol?”

“Yeah, John. C'n ‘ear ya, la.”

“‘Ow ya keepin’?”

“Fine, it's… I wish y’were ‘ere. I'm… it's hard. Bizzies were round lookin’ fer ‘im, he's gone an' been a prick again.”

“I know, ‘m sorry, be home soon–ahh, there she is!”

Nik leaned in and saw a new face appear on the screen. Kimmy. She was a combination of John and his sister, without a single trade of her father, as far as Nik could tell; erratic brown hair that had fought a comb to the death, broad nose and distinguished forehead, and those blue eyes were clearly a Price birthright, because they gazed owlishly from the screen as she worked out who her mother was talking to and then squealed with delight.

“Uncle John! You commin’ fer scran? Ma go’ pigs in blankets from down The Asda an’.. an’ that spotted dick wi’ custard, an’ an’...”

John chuckled. “Naw, love. Gotta sort out some bad men, then ‘ll be ‘ome, but ‘m gonna miss dinner.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, love, ‘m sorry. Ma got the clobber ya asked fer though.”

“Yeah…”

She didn't look convinced and Nik's heart ached for her.

“Bu’ listen, figured we could still do ar sing along at least. You ready?”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Eh, yeah! Wait, wait…”

She left the screen, returning moments later with what looked like an Action Man doll in a carrier vest, and plopped herself back down on her mother's lap.

“Ready!”

John tweaked the strings and played a few trial notes to test the tuning, before he opened up into the introduction. Nik had never heard him play before. Not in all the years they had known each other, and it felt strangely intimate now, John's full bicep sloped over the body of the guitar as he strummed through the chords, agile fingers moving across the frets. Nik wished he could see from the front. Imagined it so clearly in his mind’s eye.

And then John started singing and Nik had to place a hand on the wall to steady himself.

“I wanna thank the storm that brought the snow, and thanks to the string of lights that make it glow, but I wanna thank you, baby. You make it feel like Christmas.” His voice was rich, the auditory companion to the dark amber of the whiskey in his office, gravelly and a little rough from so many years smoking strong cigars, but he carried a note perfectly, even if he was keeping the volume low. Nik felt his heart trying to beat out of his chest, a little breathless as he drank in every word.

Despite the subtle crackle of the poor laptop speakers, Carol’s voice carried just as well, low and silky, as John played through her verse, his smile visible even at the sides through the perk of his round cheeks. “It barely took a breath to realise, we're gonna be a classic for all time. I wanna thank you, baby. You make it feel like Christmas.”

When they fell in together, Nik realised this wasn't a one-off. They harmonised perfectly, practised, John dropping his lower baritone to allow Carol's voice to carry over the top, and Kimmy’s delighted squeak made Nik grin so broadly his face hurt. “Sweet gingerbread made with molasses, my heart skipped and I reacted, can't believe that this is happenin’, like a present sent from God, sleigh bells singin’ Hallelujah, stars are shinin’ on us too, I wanna thank you, baby… you make it feel like Christmas.”

John leaned back, dipping his shoulders, chuckling as he played through another bar, before he carried the next verse with Carol humming and echoing beneath. “Thought I was done for, thought that love had died, but you came along, I swear you saved my life, and I wanna thank you, baby, ‘cause you make it feel like Christmas.”

It was as Carol squeezed Kimmy and pressed a kiss into her hair, the Action Man dancing across the screen in Kimmy's small hands, that Nik realised John was singing to his niece. Not some abstract lover provided by the song, but the little girl that beamed at him like he was a superhero, held by the sister he had raised himself. John had no wife, no children, but he did have a family. A family that loved him, missed him, looked at him like he hung the stars.

Nik dropped his eyes for a moment, but he couldn't look away for long. It was like staring into a bonfire in a snowstorm; the warmth on his skin warding off the bitter cold, but the intensity of the light hurting his eyes. He wanted it so ardently that his entire body ached.

“I never thought I'd find a love like this, but I found forever in that very first kiss, I wanna thank you, baby, you make it feel like Christmas.” Carol finished the lyrics and they harmonised through the last few bars as she kissed her daughter’s rosy cheeks, bouncing her on her lap as she giggled.

John struck the final note and rested his palm over the strings to bring their warm hum to an end.

“Ahh, ‘gain! Again!’

John chuckled, a sound even warmer than the one made by his guitar. “Naw, sweet’eart. S’time fer bed, or Santa ain't gonna visit."

“Yer Santa,” Kimmy said tartly. “An’ y’ain’ ‘ere.”

“Olrigh', smartarse, but if I ‘ave t’ get a flight back over ‘specially t’ rob yer presents back, I will.”

“You wouldn't."

He said nothing, but Nik could picture the raised eyebrow, the stern set of his eyes and lips. Kimmy pouted and slid from her mother's lap, looking mischievous and reluctant, but complying because she knew there was no room for negotiation. Before she disappeared, she leaned in and the camera caught the top of her head as she kissed the screen.

“Love ya, Uncle John. See soon.”

“Sleep tight, ya little beast.”

She scurried away and Carol looked back at her brother, her eyes, just as blue as his, brimmed with anxiety. “You come back safe, y’ear? Safe. No heroics, ya get the job done, ya get yer arse t’ my dinner table before New Years.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She kissed her fingers and they covered the camera briefly. “Love you, big brother.”

She took one final look at him and then the camera went black. He stared at the screen and then let out a long, rattling sigh, his face falling to his palm. Nik’s heart caught in his throat and he was frozen between leaving John to his sadness or offering comfort and revealing he'd been hovering there the whole time, invading his privacy.

He didn't need to worry for long. John's phone rang and he snatched it from the nearby table, sliding his guitar behind him to hang down his back. “Price,” he said, a stern bark. Back to business; John tidied away into the recesses of his heart, Captain Price assuming his place. John listened intently, hand on his hip. “Copy. ETA?” Another pause. “Fuck, that's too soon, we’re… yeah, Rog, we’ll be ready. We’ve got Nik with us.”

Nik smiled, stepping back. He had barely retreated four paces down the hall before his phone buzzed in his back pocket. It was John: “need you, 5 mins”.

Nik ducked into a nearby room to wait out the time. If he appeared too quickly, John would know he had been lingering nearby. He had no right to have invaded that private moment, and John deserved to believe it had been all his. A quiet moment to himself before the clusterfuck to come.

As Nik waited in the dark for the minutes to tick by, he added two new people to his silent, unwavering commitment to John Price. Nikolai would personally return John to Carol and Kimmy, their hero, safe and sound. They would sing together at Carol’s dinner table by New Years, Nik would make sure of it.

Nik left the room and knocked on John's door. When he entered, he was greeted by a lopsided smirk as John looked up from checking his M1911. “Time to get evil, Comrade.”

Nik grinned back. “It would be my pleasure.”

[apurpledust]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @miffy-junot !!! 🥳🎂

Today is my Junot queen's special day😍👑!!! I am so grateful that our shared love for Junot has given us such a beautiful friendship! It's been one year already!!!!!🥹 Your passion for him is infectious and your Junot posts have gotten so many people to know him better. Here's to more juju (and Napoleon II!) posts from you <3333

Love you pookie and I hope you have an wonderful celebration🩷

[brenwritesss]

☆ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☆

All my work can be found here!!!

Paige Bueckers

I'm Yours

Summary: Paige and reader have been in a situationship for the past few months but reader is nervous to take it to the next step. A night out at the club forces reader to tell her how she really feels.

Tru Fru part 1

Summary: reader goes to Target to buy a bag of Tru Fru but ends up meeting Paige as they fight over the last bag.

Tru Fru part 2

Summary: Paige invites you over to her dorm, allowing the two of you to get to know each other.

Tru Fru part 3

Summary: You see Paige after the livestream happened and the two of you get closer.

Tru Fru part 4

Summary: Paige takes you on a date to make up for an interrupted interaction, causing you two to fall even deeper.

Tru Fru part 5

Summary: You miss your girlfriend too much, and she is completely whipped for you.

Talent part 1

Summary: You're a singer and join KK and Paige's live for their talent show.

Talent part 2

Summary: You and Paige talk more after the live, resulting in the two of you getting to know each other.

Talent part 3

Summary: You continue texting Paige after she sends you flowers.

Talent part 4

Summary: Paige promised to come to your show, but you didn't believe her. You should have known better.

Talent part 5 (coming soon!!)

My Best Friend's Best Friend (coming soon!!)

Fake Dating (coming soon!!)

Customer Service (coming soon!!)

KK Arnold

Jealousy

Summary: KK gets jealous of you and Paige on livestreams, so you remind her why she shouldn't be jealous.

JuJu Watkins

Work for it

Summary: JuJu tries to teach you how to play basketball, only it ends with you wanting her to teach you more than just playing ball.

Winning Streak (coming soon!!)

Kate Martin

Vegas Baby

Summary: Kate gets drafted to the Aces, making you determine if moving to Las Vegas or staying in Iowa is the right decision.

[gomzdrawfr]

I hope you get enough sleep, comrade, but in the meantime, what would be the perfect Christmas/New Year gifts for your OCs? Or maybe even a more interesting thing, what they say they want/what they actually want?

Sorry if you already posted about it somewhere, I have a shit memory...

Jelly version

I had a different sketch with Jelly initially XD

[bubblepopsims]

Juju Phantom

Happy Halloween! It's my favorite month, and I'm going to have my OCs dress up as my favorite characters from my childhood. (because i can) and slap them in blender

[urprettylittlething]

If anyone has any good Sukuna x reader fic recommendations, please, PLEASE, I beg give them to me

I want those long series, the binge series, the really good ones that you have to search deep for

I’m in such a sukuna mood please give me everything

Even your own stories give them to me PLEASE

I NEED SOMETHING

[squidkola]

Im sorry yall tbh i forgot to post here this week uuuh

Random doodle dump of various things I did the last couple of days.

[cartoonsforlife]

Reblog! 😈💕

Illustration and some doodles about my sona Demon Juju!

Dumblr decided to be a bitch by refusing me to upload my art here! So don't hesitate to check out my Instagram! 💕

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[waatched]

back in may, i got my laptop specifically to mod my cyberpunk game. months later, i'm still just as hooked and excited to take pictures. gave me the chance to play the game the 3rd time. two years later, i'm still not tired of this game. <3 template by pinkyjulien.

[ynit-a]

𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝟏𝟏 | jkk

orphic | jjk x m!oc

𝟏𝟏 | 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“A healthy soul dwells in a healthy mind and a healthy body.

Soren stared at the shadows on the ceiling of his room, trying to find some calm, but there was no rest for him that night. Ever since he felt that suffocating presence, like a dark sea flooding his senses, his thoughts had become a whirlwind. The mere thought of telling Gojo what had happened made him uneasy, even though he knew he had no other choice. His heart thundered as he remembered that darkness, and the way his own cursed energy had responded: first as a whisper, and then as a desperate cry.

He got up at dawn, dark circles marking his face, and headed to the training camp, where Gojo was waiting for him with his typical carefree smile. Without beating around the bush, Soren explained what had happened. The words poured out like a torrent, but as he spoke, a weight eased from his chest, only to be replaced by a latent fear. What would Gojo say? Would he think he was losing control? Gojo, listening intently, showed no surprise, but rather a slight curiosity, which in him usually hid a deeper intention. Then, without any preamble, he began to ask questions about his family.

—Do you have any relatives who have dedicated themselves to sorcery?— Gojo asked, casually, although Soren could notice the interest in his tone. The doubt on Soren's face gave him pause. Then, he exhaled slowly and answered, feeling a pang of sadness mix with the words.

—My mother has been in the hospital for years, it is unknown if she will survive. My father... died a long time ago, and my brother... well, I haven't heard from him since he left. As for my other relatives, most of them are dead. I only have one aunt left, and she lives on the other side of the world with her rich husband. We have no contact whatsoever.

Gojo watched him silently, and although his expression remained carefree, his eyes seemed to analyze everything. Perhaps the information Soren was giving him didn't shed any light on his origin, but it definitely added to the mystery.

After a long silence, Gojo stood up, saying he had an idea and would be back soon. When he returned, he did so with a wide, almost mocking smile.

—Come on, Soren. Tell me more about yourself. What's your favorite song?— Gojo asked, adopting a light tone, as if he hadn't just received such important personal information. As Soren tried to avoid the questions, he realized that the air seemed to be getting thicker, as if something invisible had taken over the atmosphere. His mind began to cloud, feeling a growing tightness in his chest that was beginning to give him a migraine.

The questions continued, without Soren being able to understand why they were being asked. But then, in a moment of clarity, he sensed something. It was that presence, the same one he had felt the night before. He felt the darkness watching him closely, just as Gojo smiled with a flash of satisfaction on his face.

"What is this...?" Soren thought, his hands shaking as the pressure mounted. He could barely stand it. But just before his cursed energy boiled over, Gojo came over, patting him on the shoulder.

—Easy, Soren. We're just doing a little experiment,— Gojo said, his tone that, though gentle, held something sinister.

Soren fell silent, realizing that Gojo was testing him as well. His senses were on alert, and though Gojo tried to ease the tension, Soren knew there was something else. He knew that, in that very school, something had changed since Sukuna's release, something that both attracted and repelled him at the same time. Gojo suspected there was a connection, and though he didn't tell him outright, the tests and interest weren't coincidental.

As Soren tried to process what had just happened, Gojo walked away, leaving him with an even darker enigma. The resonance between his energy and that other presence frightened him, but at the same time, it awakened a dark fascination in him.

The wind whispered through the trees, and the school seemed to be plunged into a deep silence. Soren looked up at the night sky, wondering if this dark call would be his downfall or his awakening. There was no turning back. The darkness that had begun to emerge from him was only the beginning, and now he had no choice but to move forward, not knowing if he could master this resonance, or if it would end up consuming him.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟐 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐄

This story with more graphics is on wattpad, go check it out if you want!

Wattpad: ynit_a

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[bl-beater]

Whoops where did this come from? Some CursedBusiness for the soul

[devi-town]

Character portraits that took me A WEEEEEEEEEEEK

[channydraws]

I missed my lineless doodles and made these fellas (probably cause I watched someone play the incredibox sprunki mod)

Erer slander below:

[cartoonsforlife]

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A drawing that is already a year old, holy shit! 😲I remember struggling to get the light and shadow effects perfect, the end result seems decent to me!🥰

For those who follow me, I'm sorry (once again) for being so inactive about art because I'm extremely busy that I don't have time to draw (especially since I'm working on some some currently which are still unfinished)... 😭 I hope to be able to draw and post more next month because I'll have more free time! 🤞

In the meantime, I'm posting my old drawings, hope you like them!💕