#my ocs: janosch

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Yeah so I will now post oc stuff because. Eh. They will be relevant in the writing I did for an advent calendar!!

And also. For any asks. Wink wink.

Dawn

My beloved. You know him. Ex Chiss sky-walker, now obsessed with a Grysk that was supposed to be his enemy. Gay and trans. Doesn't sleep enough. In bg3, he's also very normal about Emperor (totally normal). In any DND setting, he's a drow wild magic sorcerer but doesn't realize it, so he thinks he's in a warlock pact (he isn't, his Grysk friend just enhances his natural magic and makes it easier to use).

Ellana

My first Inquisitor. In any settings where I use Fen as my Inquisitor, she just worked for the Inquisition. Married to Lace Harding, chaotic as hell, proud lesbian that fucks all her friends (and non-friends) for the connection but feels no attraction to men. Is somehow the least normal about Solas.

Fen

Created to romance Solas, somehow turned something more. Childhood friend of Raven (see guest stars) who went missing at some point and who Fen is convinced was killed. After Raven's transformation, Fen is (at first) incapable of recognizing them and Raven can't tell her. No matter the AU, they reunite eventually, and start being so normal about each other. Fen is actually a fantastic liar, most of all to herself. She isn't even mad about Solas' world ending plans, she just wishes he would've been honest about it (which is in turn also very hypocritical of her because she filed down her entire personality to be more likable). In one AU, she actually dates both Solas and Raven, but all others end with her being bitter towards Solas. After losing her hand, she uses a mage hand instead.

Elxian

[On the right, art done by @angryducktimemachine !! I hope that was ok to put here, otherwise I'll link your posts directly once I figure out how!]

Economics studies alumni and bard. Constantly making jokes. Is as annoying as half-elven-ly possible in order to scare off people who would've left anyways after having enough of her. Deeply insecure but overplays it by being loud and charming. Is terrified of accepting that she is trans because she thinks she doesn't deserve it on account of her privilege and uncaring attitude (that in her eyes "ruined everything"). Janosch also has some more fanart on his account!!! She's. Wife.

Also she's suffering from a curse that she can't ever have sex. I mean other than the BWL student one.

John & Sunny

Part of OG projects, so I will stay vague. Imagine goddess turning someone immortal and having no way to undo it, and guy (now immortal) who's not handling it well. I also mentioned them in Alliance, if anyone remembers!!!

Fleur

An NPC and part of Love's (see guest stars) backstory! Imagine Misono Servamp if he became the God of Spite after escaping his home. Fleur used to be a wizard and was terminally ill, so in order to actually live, he took a shot at being immortal. Has a habit of punching people. Including Mystra and God!Gale.

Elsa-Mathilda Westwater

Author and Devotion Paladin. Thinks the author part is obviously more important. Obsessed with ansurbalduran and is writing the dnd schoete (Schiller/Goethe) equivalent of that. Always looks grumpy but trying her best. Sunny is actually her goddess!

Guest stars

Raven

Where do I even start. Raven is... a Death Cleric. Also, somehow, Withers' weed dealer and his chosen (because of the weed, not the death cleric stuff). In bg3, Withers saved them from transforming into an illithid but in turn hat to craft them a new body (which turned out to be a tiefling). Unfortunately, this resulted in them losing their memory of him.

In any other universes, Withers saved them from another event that killed them. They used to be elven before.

Love

Paladin of Fleur, great ignorer of his own grief and loneliness, and even better liar. Think Snow Lily if Misono became a God somehow.

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here’s a sketch I did of Janosch months ago, but somehow never posted

[angryducktimemachine]

I've decided to try out the name Janosch.

I really, really love the nickname Duck and am begging y'all to keep using it, but if y'all don't mind, feel free to sprinkle a bit of Janosch in there 😌

I've kinda... Floated over three names the last months (Joschka, Janosch, Jasper) but I think Janosch is the way to go. I love the name Joschka but it feels weird because my OC is also called Joschka and we just . Don't have the same vibe. Jasper is pretty too but I don't think it fits as nicely to me as Janosch.

Janosch feels... Pretty nice so far? We'll see how I feel about it tomorrow, I'll keep ya updated if something changes.

[wabadebadooblr]

4, 18, 28, and 30

4. A character you rarely talk about?

Oh there are a lot of OCs I hardly ever mention in my stories, just because there are so many of them (haha I mean look at my family tree). 

But if I have to chose between the OCs I already introduced it would be Janosch Brown. He’s the son of Kenai Brown (the wizard who brought Eva back to life) and the roommate of Florian. Idk. Maybe I’ll talk about him more in the future.

18. Any OC crackships?

If by crackships you mean something like disagreements, then I would say Kenai Brown and Ben Lambertz. After Sara's death, they never spoke again. Kenai has died in the meantime, so there will be no reconciliation.

28. Your most dangerous OC? 

This definitiely has to be Darcia Brown. She’s Kenai Brown’s Ex-wife and Janosch Brown’s mother.

As a master vampire she knows exactly how she gets what and who she wants.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

I love this question :D It’s actually Nele Lambertz (Robert and Eva’s daughter from my previous story) because she loooves to collect stuff. No matter what kind. And she would most likely hide it because she tries to act tough in front of anyone else.

[ceram1cfish]

1 of my ocs names is jános i have been spelling it janosch bc that's the german version of it however have always pronounced it the hungarian way (unknowingly i just thought it sounded nicer that way) AND, and here's the KICKER, have independently come up with the nickname janschi that, as it turns out, actually exists, but is correctly spelled jansci. ..hungarian isn't even a germanic language. .. and this still happened . obviously this is like some kind of cosmic sign /psychicness and not just intuition

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there’s reason to believe

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles

pairing: (m!detective x Ava)

warnings: angst and almost love confessions; part of a February Prompt list: day 3 - snowfall

it was fun to explore Janosch’s character and his relationship with Ava a bit more, but I'm also glad it's done now and I don't have to stare at my screen any longer.

summary: It’s cold outside when Janosch decides that he deserves to know.

It’s cold in his office. Almost freezing. Janosch pulls the zipper of his jacket up and kicks the heater. It doesn’t really help. He sighs and thinks about doing it again - more for momentary satisfaction than a real result. He’s worked here long enough to know that the town’s limited funds barely cover maintenance of the station, let alone repairs. The police are not the top priority here, Wayhaven is too small, too quiet for that. Or well, at least it was.

He stops himself from cursing, when he sees Ava walking through the front door. She has pulled her coat up high and the scarf she’s carefully tucked into it, almost covers her chin. But the tips of her ears and nose are still bright red from the cold. It’s cute. He opens the door before she can knock. “Agent!” He smiles to see that she goes even redder at this enthusiastic greeting. “It’s good to see you - I could need a distraction right now.”

“Detective”, she nods, then frowns, “You shouldn’t let yourself get distracted from work.”

He shakes his head, still smiling. “Don’t worry about it, there’s not much to do at the moment.” Absentmindedly his fingers brush over the left side of his neck, feeling the small rise of the barely visible scar. A habit he picked up after… after Murphy. “It’s been quiet lately.”

He can see Ava’s frown deepen from the corner of his eyes. She takes a step towards him, but stops when he turns to look at her, stuffing her hands deep into the pockets of her coat. “So”, he says, the brightness of his tone sounding more forced than he intended to. “What brings you here? Besides the pleasure of my company.” He adds, throwing a wink her way for good measure.

Ava clears her throat. “Agent Greene would like you to join the meeting today.”

Janosch is not an idiot. If Rebecca wants him to join a meeting, she could just call. And so could Ava, if it would have been deemed necessary in order to not stress Rebecca’s and his weird mother-son relationship even more. But he decides not to mention it, to let her have this one. It’s cold, he can barely feel his feet and he is not in the mood to argue with Ava about whether or not she has feelings for him. Besides, with her, standing in his office, clearly waiting for him to get ready - it still feels like a win.

“Sure”, he gives her a smile, “Just give me a sec.” He can feel Ava’s eyes on him as he walks back to his desk to turn off his computer. And if that knowledge makes him lean forward just a little bit more deliberate than strictly necessary, then so be it. He’s trying his best here. 

Janosch grabs his backpack and eyes the papers on the edge of the desk, debating how quickly they need to be taken care of, before he stuffs them in a folder and throws that into his bag - just in case. He shrugs on his coat, wraps his scarf around his neck and pulls the knitted hat over his ears. He opens the door and grins at Ava. “After you, Agent.” Ava’s cheeks are still slightly red, but she doesn’t say anything, just begins to lead the way through the station. He follows close behind, noticing the way some of her shorter hair strands have escaped Ava’s strict bun and slightly curl around her pale neck. He might have a problem, Janosch thinks, not for the first time.

It’s snowing outside. Only light, little flakes, only able to slightly dust the ground white. Maybe later that’ll change. It’s supposed to get colder still, he remembers. Verda had mentioned it, the girls were looking forward to it. He supposes that he’s happy for them - it snows so rarely in Wayhaven - even though he himself doesn’t much like the cold.

Ava waits quietly next to him, while he fishes around in his pockets looking for the car key. She would be faster on her own, but it’s been a while since they’ve done that. Lately she seems to have gotten used to his slower, mortal ways. Not that he minds that. If only he could find his keys now, so they don’t have to stand in the cold much longer. He doesn’t enjoy it and he would be surprised if Ava would, vampiric senses and all. 

His hair continues to fall into his eyes and he’s starting to get annoyed with it. He hasn’t had time to go and get it cut and he’s not used to having longer hair anymore. The knitted hat doesn’t help, only pushing his curls further down-

There’s fingers on his forehead, gently pushing away the disturbing hair. Ava’s fingers, he realises belatedly, once it clicks into place that the feet he sees - slightly bent forward, with his head turned down on his quest for the key - are in fact hers. His head snaps up at the realisation.

He’s not exactly a tall man and Ava isn’t a small woman, but this is the first time he has had to look up to her and- his breath catches in his throat. She’s beautiful. There’s snowflakes collecting in her hair - almost like a crown - and her pale lashes shine like a halo in the muted winter light. And, god, her eyes are so, so green. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen eyes this green before, will ever see eyes like this again. Breathe! He has to breathe, he remembers and drags in a rough breath, as her hand slips down to his cheek.

She’s looking at him and he doesn’t think anyone has ever looked at him like this - so intense, so completely, right to his very core - and even if, it’s not like he could remember right now. All he sees, all he thinks is Ava. He wants to touch her. Hold her head between his hands and kiss her. He wants it, desperately so. But he doesn’t move, not one inch, while her hand still rests against his cheek, while she’s still looking at him.

He’s scared, he realises, even though it’s hard to think with Ava’s eyes still on him. Scared that this moment will break, because they all do between them. Scared because for all he jokes and flirts he can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest and she must hear, she must know. 

You deserve to know, too, the thought sticks to the edge of his mind. You deserve to know, it whispers with a voice that sounds suspiciously like Tina.

“Ava”, he says softly, still scared, but trying to be brave. Her eyes widen when she hears him and her hand falls from his face as if she woke from a trance. She clears her throat and steps away, but his hand reaches out and catches the sleeve of her coat. “Ava”, he says again, “You know, don’t you?” She goes slightly red at his words, the beginning of a frown tugging on her features.

“I-”, he starts and stops. His heart is hammering wildly in his chest. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, without looking away from her. “I understand, if this is too much, if you need time. I understand”, his voice wavers, “if you don’t feel the same.” His eyes lock with hers and he let’s go of her sleeve, carefully, slowly. “But, please, don’t lie to me.”

“I… I’m not...”, she clenches her fist and frowns. For a moment he thinks she’ll say something, but then she just looks away. Janosch’s throat suddenly feels very dry. “It’s okay.”, he says quickly, before his voice has time to shake. He laughs. A small, nervous thing. “I’m a big boy, I’ll be alright.” The words fall from his mouth - spoken too fast to be true - and land between them on the cold, grey pavement.

He doesn’t look at her. He can’t. Not with the snow still clinging to her blonde hair, not when her eyes are still so green. His fingers tighten around his scarf. He has to leave. Now. She’ll worry enough as it is. She doesn’t need to see- He really doesn’t want her to. Not now. “You go ahead, I think I forgot my keys inside.”, he mumbles and turns around. His eyes sting as he walks through the door of the police station without looking back. 

He flees. Like a coward.

[siebenschoen]

Made some picrews of my twc detectives

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Having a lot of fun imaging my detectives existing in the same universe and having to hang out with each other

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old things, half forgotten

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles

pairing: (m!detective x Ava)

warnings: none, this is more a character study of my detective than anything else; part of a February Prompt list: day 1 - love letters

I’ve been really into twc lately, so of course the first thing that popped into my mind, when I decided to follow a prompt list “make it about wayhaven! make it about wayhaven!”. So, yeah, this happend. Fair warning though, this is spell check by nothing, but google docs - it’s late and I’m tired and just so happy that I managed to write something for the first time in months.

summary: Janosch comes home. Waiting for him is a box full of memories and a very judgemental cat.

Janosch closes the door behind him and kicks his shoes off. His bag lands somewhere on the floor between the front door and the coat rack, quickly followed by his jacket. Schrödinger eyes him in his wise, judgemental way from the open kitchen door.

“What?”, Janosch asks, more harshly than intended, but Schrödinger just meows and walks off - probably to stare out of the window and plot revenge. Janosch sighs. Shit, he thinks, shit shit shit. He moves to the living room and crumbles down on the couch.

The wall next to him seems so much higher than usual, with his head hanging off from the couch, it’s a light, soft orange that he picked out with Tina back when he first started at the station and had moved into a new apartment - his home, now. He remembers how they had painted the walls together - in old t-shirts and even older jeans -, Tina had made little hats out of newspaper for them both and ABBA’s Dancing Queen had been blasting in the background. Life had been so much easier then. He hadn’t been detective and the biggest problems in his life had been a non-existing mother and an ex-boyfriend, that he desperately needed to get over, not… not whatever the fuck is going on now.

Janosch smacks his hands over his eyes and lets out a deep, deep sigh. Maybe if he just tries not to think about it- but it’s no use. And he knows that it’s no use. He is too old to try to repress his emotions until his problems go away. Not that that ever worked for him. Problems tend to stay, he finds, stay and fester and get all nasty and disgusting if nobody deals with them. So, he has to deal with them.

He sits up, slowly rubbing his forehead. The question is how. How does he deal with his problem- his… crush. Is it a crush? He’s not sure. It’s attraction, that much is certain. He finds no shame in admitting that. Ava is an attractive woman, nothing wrong with noticing that. And he enjoys flirting with her. Enjoys that he can make her blush sometimes, but enjoys it even more when she doesn’t blush, but her lips lift into what is almost a smile and her eyes twinkle with what is almost playfulness and she almost flirts back. (She enjoys it too, he thinks, hopes.)

And, yes, he does care for her and the thought of her being hurt - hurt trying to protect him - makes his chest feel too tight and the air too thin. So, yeah, it’s probably more than attraction, probably also more than a crush, but that’s a scary thought and he’s not quite there… yet. 

His gaze falls to one of the cardboard boxes that’s been pulled from the shelf and now sits in front of it. He planned on looking through that one today after work. Part of his supposedly annual cleaning regiment. Getting rid of old stuff, making room for new one. But that was yesterday evening, before Ava and he… well, before she had almost touched his cheek and he had almost kissed her and almost thought that she might want him as much as he does. (That much, huh?) Now it seems almost pointless. Why make room for the new, if the new doesn’t want to be here? But he grabs the box anyway and starts sorting through it.

It’s mostly pictures, still in their respective envelopes from then he got them printed, and he decides to keep them immediately. There’s a jar of sand that Tina had gifted him as a reminder from a holiday long, long, long ago and he looks at it for a moment. It’s just sand, he thinks. He can get into his car and drive to the beach if he regrets throwing it away too much. It lands on the steadily growing ‘keep’ pile.

Next is a little cotton bag that’s starting to fray at the edges. He turns it over and a collection of different shells falls into his lap. Some of them are broken, splintered into tiny, tiny pieces, that dust his jeans now. With a little patience he could probably glue them back together. He sighs. He is so bad at this. How is this supposed to work when he can’t even fight the urge to glue some old shells back together only to put them back into an old bag, which he’ll put into an old cardboard box never to be seen again?

He grabs a magazine - he can make out a headline about the right treatment of balcony plants in winter - from the coffee table and bushes the broken shells on it. That much he can throw away. That much at least.

He turns back towards the box, grabbing something from the bottom of it and pulling it out. It’s a small stack of notes. Shit, that’s something he hasn’t seen in a while. They are colourful pieces of square paper, the kind you keep on your desk to take notes, and he can see his own forcefully careless scrawl on it. The ink has slightly faded with the years, but not so much that he couldn’t read them anymore. “take care” reads the first one , “leftovers are in the fridge” the next one with a little star doodled in the corner, “i love you” the third.

He looks at the last one for a while. It’s a soft baby blue and the edge crumples between his fingers. It’s been years, he thinks, years. He used to leave them around the flat, when he lived together with Bobby, for him to find. He’d write them and imagine how Bobby would find them and feel loved or touched, at least. But the notes always stayed where he’d left them. At first he thought that maybe Bobby just forgot, but it was always Janosch who’d collect them at the end of the day and eventually he stopped.

He’s glad now that Bobby didn’t pick them up. He wouldn’t want him to have these now.

There’s an annoyed meow to his left. Schrödinger has returned from his plotting and is now looking at him with questioning, pale yellow eyes. “These are quite old, buddy. Older than you, I think.”, Janosch says, still holding the blue note. His cat meows again and he nods. “Yeah, I know. I’m just bad at getting rid of stuff.” He sighs. “But you’re right. It’s high time for these to leave.”

He collects the rest of the notes and moves to the kitchen - Schrödinger following and pressing against his legs, probably trying his damn hardest to make Janosch trip. He makes it in one piece though. He looks at the notes and suddenly he’s a college student again and in love and maybe-, he thinks but cuts himself off before the sting in his chest gets any worse and throws them in the bin. It’s better that way. It would have been better like this for quite a while.

Schrödinger meows up his leg. “Oh, now you are in bad need of attention? Stupid cat.”, he mutters, but picks him up and presses a kiss between Schrödinger’s ears. “I love you.” Schrödinger purrs - a little.

Janosch carries him back to the living room, ignoring the mess of envelopes and sand jars and broken shells he left behind (Because isn’t that what happens when you clean? You just make the mess worse?), and sits down on the couch. The cat, a warm, comforting weight on his lap. “You know”, he ruffles Schrödinger’s grey fur, who purrs in response, “I think she’d like them. The notes, I mean.” Schrödinger stops purring and opens his yellow eyes to judge him. Janosch laughs and then sighs. “Yeah, I have it bad.”

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I tried my hand at lineless art. Not entirely happy with some parts (hair, face), but I do like how the trousers and shoes turned out

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broken bridges

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles

pairing: none

warnings: bad family relationships, but at least they are trying now; part of a February Prompt list: day  4- dinner date

I saw the incredibly romantic prompt ‘dinner date’ and my mind immediatly went “let’s make this about Janosch relationship with his mother”... yeah...

I’m not incredibly happy with it, but it’s done and that will have to be enough for now. Sometimes that’s just how it is with prompts.

It’s just dinner, he thinks. Just dinner with your mother, that’s not weird, isn’t it? People do that all the time. At least he thinks so. Veirda and Eric have dinner with Veirda’s parents sometimes and Janosch himself has been over with Tina at her parents’ place at least a couple of times. It’s a thing families do. Just not a thing his family has ever done.

Not that his family ever contained many people. For as long as he can remember it has just been Rebecca and he. Well, he mostly. And also Schrödinger for the past few years. Though he’s not sure if his cat would agree with that assessment.

Janosch lets out a long breath and leans back against the brick wall outside the restaurant he’s supposed to have dinner in with his mother in - he checks the time on his phone - well, five minutes ago. Bites back a sigh. People run late. That’s normal. Besides a few minutes waiting won’t kill him. And it’s not like he is always perfectly on time either.

It’s just… He’s nervous. And he really wanted this to go well, he supposes. He stuffs his hands into his pockets. It was hard enough already to say yes. Rebecca and he… their relationship has always been difficult, with her being away so much and his more… confrontational approach to things back then. He had given up on it years ago, if he is being honest. Not everyone has a great relationship with their parents and he counted himself amongst those. So, what? Accept it and move on.

But now… now things have changed. Rebecca is back in town. And for the first time in his life Janosch is actually beginning to understand what is going on in her life. That makes things easier. Makes forgiveness easier. Well, and Nate’s well-meaning pleas. Janosch knows that he is prone to feeling guilty. He’s gotten soft.

So, yeah, he wants this to work. They are not going to be a dream mother and son duo - it’s too late for that -, but he would like it to be better. Even if it’s just a bit. 

It would be nice, he supposes, to have someone to discuss all these supernatural business with. Someone who’s, well, also human. And must have gone through the same stuff, he goes through now. And he would like to talk with her about his father. To fill in the blank spaces and answer the questions he has.

But that will take time. He knows that and he’s pretty sure that Rebecca knows that as well. Broken bridges don’t rebuild themselves over night and relationships take work. Especially ones with old baggage.

His phone makes a pling sound and he knows what it is, before he even unlocks it. ‘Important business at the Agency came up. I’m really sorry - call you asap’ it reads and Janosch lets out a huff and bites his lip trying to calm the part of his mind that is starting to feel angry. He breathes in deeply and counts to ten before he replies - ‘don’t worry and take care’. He pauses for a moment and then adds a smiley he doesn’t really feel, before he stuffs his phone back into his pocket and walks towards his car.

He’ll call Tina once he’s home. She mentioned the bottle of white wine she wanted to break into while watching bad reality shows today, she’ll let him join.

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OC rambling: Diana

Okay, so, Diana is one of my twc detectives, who is still way more in “development” than my other detective, Janosch. (And that says something, considering that I wouldn’t exactly call Janosch’s character fully fleshed out... sometimes I think I don’t have the ability to really do that.)

Nevertheless, I wanna ramble about her for a bit. Mostly about her history, how she came to be and want I want her to be.

(It’s long... and I didn’t check the spelling...)

Diana started as one of my first OCs ever, back when I was 14 and still up to my neck in the pjo fandom. I came up with a whole bunch of OCs at that time, I’d say a new one every few weeks. Mostly for MMFF, which stands for Mitmach-FanFiktion (participation fanfiction) and was a huge thing in German fandoms (especially pjo, Naruto, etc.) back in the early 2010s. I don’t know if it still is (100% of my fandom activity is in English now) and I don’t know if it ever was in English fandom places, but the basic idea is that you submit filled out character sheets to an author and they write a fic featuring the submitted characters. I loved these.

So, Diana started out as a submitted character for a MMFF. I still really like the concept I came up with for her. (She was a daughter of Dionysus, the god of wine and madness and I really leaned into the madness there. I also gave her trauma times 10 and a lot of anger.) Some elements of her original story are a tad bit... questionable? But hey, I was 14, so that’s to be expected.

I haven’t touched the original character sheet in years - I’m not even sure it exists anymore - but the idea of her character stayed with me.

At her heart Diana was an angry, traumatised teenager with an absent father and a neglecting mother. And she still kind of is in a twc context, except the fact that the teenager grew up and is now an adult.

I like to think that she grew more stoic instead of angry the older she got. When you’re angry you’re unhappy with circumstances and want to change them. Diana came to except that she is unable to do so. I wouldn’t say that her anger is gone, but that it became cold. A kind of untouched resource that is still there, somewhere deep down.

I see her with a kind of cynical exception of the status quo, that can turn into furry when provoked. She has wrongly learned that she is not powerful enough to change anything, but she ist still (underlyingly) too angry about it to be satisfied with this. She is fundemantally unhappy with who she has become, but has turned to cynical to realise that she doesn’t have to be this way, that she can be different.

In a more specific twc context: living in Wayhaven is not good for her. I think it would have been good for her to go away (at least) for a while, to have the oppurtunity to explore herself and to meet people, who have no set image of her. But she didn’t, because she grew up so full of anger that it was nearly all that she was and then as she came to think of her anger less as a tool and more as something useless, she didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t move on (or out of Wayhaven), because she didn’t know where else to go, what else to do.

That’s also the reason why I can see her joining the police force, because her father had worked there. Not out of some sense of sentimentality for Rook, but because she quite literally didn’t know what else to do.

I also don’t think she’s happy in her work as a detective. I don’t think she can be truly happy, unless she works through all her pent up stuff and unlearns some of the things she wrongly taught herself. For now it’s just more responsibility she is not capable of properly dealing with.

As for the Bobby vs. Douglas route... I mean, I do love the Bobby drama and it really is tempting, but I can’t see Diana commiting to a relationship with Bobby in college. Maybe a casual thing, but not a commited relationship. So, I tend more towards the Douglas route and I like the idea of Diana helping someone and being the kind of mentor she had needed when she was younger, but also... I don’t headcanon her as reflected enough (yet) to be able to do so.

And last but not least: romance. Diana started out on the M route - more specifically Morgan, since she’s a lesbian. And I still really like the idea of both of them not fully realising what is happening. Both of them falling in love unaware that this is happening (because Diana would do a du Mortain and repress the shit out of that). She’d probably be even more “dense” than Morgan.

... but lately I’ve been thinking “but what about Farah?”. I’m gonna be completely honest, it feels mean, because F deserves the world and Diana is in no position where she can give them that. But Diana working through her issues, unlearning what holds her back, because there is someone who adores her, who thinks her capable of so much- that’s also some really good shit.