#not bc cringe oc

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Cringe is dead have a jojos oc.

she's not just a jojos oc but that is the world I'm throwing her into at the moment.

Her stand has the ability to change the forces acting on an object, but is limited by amount of force, which is spread across all objects her stand is affecting.

Long nerdy explanation of her stand powers under the cut.

I swear im not a physics nerd, but I do use cad software and suffered through forces in a level maths so I do find this interesting as fuck. Mainly cause its a stand, this shit can be dry as fuck. I'm also not giving a numerical value for her pool of force she draws from bc fuck maths. I just thought a stand that is basically the fusion 360 move tool or that can manipulate those arrows on force diagrams would be cool

Summary:

Objects she is affecting are either actively controlled, which she can constantly affect the forces on and move, which is inside her range, or have been controlled, where she has changed the forces acting on it, but it is outside her active control range, where she no longer can directly control, but still is affected by the forces she changed.

E.g. she can make an object rotate around her arm because it's in her active control range, or she can make it go away from her at a certain velocity and once it exits her range she can not change it, but it will continue until it hits something or air resistance stops it.

Use:

Its main uses are stopping projectiles aimed at her and allys, as well as launching them.

But isn't it? Yep. One issue- stands can only be defeated by other stands [i need to reread part 5 and look closer at how mistas stand works cause they r kinda similar. cant remember if his bullets when used by sex pistols can affect stands] and her stand affects objects. So while she has great defensive and offensive capabilities, she can't defeat a stand, only it's user. At best she can knock back a stand, but her controlled objects do a fraction of the damage when attacking other stands.

Her strategy is to get a close range combat stand to fight the stand while going after its user. She is also extensively combat trained and skilled with weapons even without her stand, so she is much more likely to engage in combat herself with a stand user.

She normally uses her stand to throw projectiles, her throwing knives at first, but ball bearings or bullets work even better. She also uses it to stop incoming projectiles, either by controlling them, or using something she controls to collide with them.

her stand spends almost all of the time summoned but in the weird exactly where the user is double image type thing. bc her stand is skinny af and doesn't have 'skin' [the stand is made up of arrows and spheres mostly, spheres instead of joints and arrows instead of muscle/bone. haven't drawn it get but i have an idea] it isn't that visibly noticeable even to other stand users. it can go outside of her, but doesn't most of the time unless shes feeling really safe, or needs to have active control over something to far for her to reach [e.g. putting her stand in front of a bullet so she can stop it hitting a teammate] as it has few close range combat ability's, and she doesn't want to die herself.

Range:

Her active control range is about a foot from her stand, which she keeps summoned but inside her at most times. This means she needs to be very near the objects to control them, but the effects last outside of that range, meaning while the area in which she can actively control objects is small, the distance she can move an object is based on how much force she uses on it, making her overall a long range stand.

Potential:

Her stand has great potential, with at least two evolution's, one where she gains the ability to 'preprogram' the object with her stand, telling it what forces to apply when, as oppose to just applying them at once, and one where her stand gains sub stands [like killer queens sheer heart attack], so instead of having to be withing a distance of her stand, she can send out these smaller air-born stands to affect objects while still controlling them, massively increasing the range at which she can actively control objects.

When her stand evolves into having satellite stands, she can sacrifice her active control range to send one off so she can actively control an object from further away. These satellite stands are parts if her stands body, the parts that create her range [visually they are the sphere that make up the joints], so she can spread it thinner or leave part of her defenseless.

her stand evolves sub/satellite stands after she is forced to chose who to protect between multiple people, when her 'shoot all the people holding the hostages at once' idea doesn't pan out. [her weakness is machine guns and multiple hostages. she cant deflect all the bullets and she needs to protect herself or one of the hostages but all of them are to far away for her to cover more than one and if she dies then there's no point deflecting them bc they would die after she dies]

[sunlit-mess]

battery acid

[anbaisai]

Has Mayu met Najma (Jamil's sister) yet? How did/would that interaction go? (I love your content. Please don't ever die❤️)

I haven't figured out if/when they'd meet in my canon timeline yet, but they definitely would meet during the Al'ab Nariya event! Honestly I think they'd get along quite well given how both have :3 energy, meaning Jamil really will be terrorized by 2 cats once they meet...

He'll be fine though, he's basically a cat himself 👍

(Also that last sentence I'm- 😭?? Anon really came into my inbox to give me eternal life and leave-)

[choccy-milky]

🖤 his light 🤍

[assassin-artist]

besties who slay together stay together..? ❤️

[filurig]

new little silly, eernah... she's a hooftender from a settlement not super far away from vätterunda, but seperate from Ehrumnen, Gahuurn. Moar little things about stuff i have thought about in relation to her below

a hooftender is a hrumeh (bäckahäst...ian) occupation that like the name implies takes care of hoof maintenance. some do take care of hoof maintenance on their own but the convenience of hooftenders is appreciated, especially during seasons of accelerated hoof growth, as well for hruma who cannot take care of them on their own due to things like old age, disability, etc. hooftenders also will take care of medical issues related to the hooves, so generally they tend to have a medical education as well specifically concerning hooves/feet.

reason why she will pop up in pareidolia despite not being from the most relevant hruma settlement in pareidolia (ehrumnen) is because during every hrumeh spring festival, hruma from different settlements will often gather to mingle and find potential partners. most festivals are set up in one area, often a grove, seperate from the settlements which young hruma make a journey to for the duration of the festival. and the festival Happens in pareidolia which selma goes to

Yes she is trans and i have pondered how hruma culture treats trans ppl and its a bit complicated, a bit negative (although there are probably some cultures who arent as negative but the ones im talking about are ehrumnen, gahuurn and adjacent settlements). ill just paste a discord screenshot for the general idea of their family/gender dynamics;

but yes this is also all very prefaced by the fact that most hruma societies percieve gender and sex to be very correlated if not one in the same and it doesnt only affect trans hruma but also gender nonconforming hruma. being a stag who wants to be more present in his children's lives than what is "normal" is seen as a bit overbearing, emasculating and also condescending to his hinds. a hind that wants work even after having had fawns (and before they are independent) is seen as irresponsible and weak. a trans hruma who lives in a different way of what is expected of their sex, while not treated with as much violence as is typical for humans, are shunned socially often in a bit of a condescending way - like they are what they are out of immaturity and an inability to accept what role they are best fit for in society. ive still gotta ponder this more and there might be religious overtones to the reasons as to why this stuff is quite established culturally to many hruma but yea

[amethyst-halo]

"what happened to mom?" "..." "she left." "left?" "she didn't even look at us."

[gothic-mothic-topic]

Full body (colored in and shaded bc I have no self control and enjoy suffering) sketches + a sort of height chart/comparison.

[shyhandart]

🌿 🌸 sweetpea 🌸 🌿

[l0verseyes]

decided to finish these up.. i wanna comfort that old man u_u

[vnknowcrow]

Eli x Craig tiktok meme @lelelego

Obsessed with this meme but realized my courier is as strong as Boone.... {

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[tearlunars]

the spine of this world.

[couch-house]

my sweet little freak who hits <3

[theylovevenus]

My Shikatema fankid,,,the idea of Temari’s daughter of all people hating the heat and loving cold weather is rlly funny to me

[armysethos]

My partner asked me to make toge an outfitte... the highest of honors....♡♡♡♡

[pipinpali]

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1/?? — Screwed Up

Next part ->

TW!: blood, injury, mentions of death, language, violence

Word count ~ 1000 words

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Randall crawled out from beneath heap of metal scraps and junk which was supposed to be the entrance of his home; evident by the old carvings on one of the pieces of cardboard from the couple of kids that liked to follow him around.

'These storms are more of a problem than I thought,' the smallfolk bristled. He sighed, deciding to get to fixing it later, and brushing away the feeling.

He was a busy man with deals to make and suckers to cheat. With his self-built confidence, he adjusted his scarf, tugged at his socks, slicked back his hair, and brushed off his coat. Content with his look, he made his way through town.

Unfortunately, travel wasn't the easiest thing in the homey town (which Randall had never learned the name of in all of his 9 years living there), in fact, it was one of the hardest.

Randall dashed towards the exit of the dark alley, stopping abruptly before he was cast in the light of the orangey last hours of sunshine. He peeked around the corners for the beast that made him believe the "man's best friend" title was bullshit. Good thing for him, all he could see was the metal rod in the ground and the thick chains that it was usually tied to. He was relived he didn't have to climb up the old downpipe today.

There was still dangers that Randall had to face, the most important being one of those big people. Despite the charismatic smallfolk's rather impressive height of 12.7 cm, amongst giants; he was thought of like a rat.

With that in mind, Randall carefully, cautiously, stayed near the towering apartment buildings, making sure he wasn't close to the middle of the sidewalk where all the foot traffic of a couple of people here and there was. Over the half hour or two he was scampering along, there were a few close calls of almost being spotted, but he prevailed and made it to his destination.

Readying himself, Randall jumped and caught his hands on the grooves of the decorated stone which acted somewhat like a ladder for the folks that visited. He climbed -- ableit with a bit of struggle -- up the massive building, one that was home to the Bright Market, the "hot-spot for money making." Heaving himself onto the back of the large, glowing sign that read something along the lines of "Pet-ee's," he was met with familiar sight of the bustling stalls.

Randall knew where he needed to be, as did the fools who accepted his offer. Little did he know, though; that it might be his last.

He walked towards the back of market, nearing the edge of the vast roof-top, where he saw the same brute of a man sitting on a makeshift bench; the one who asked for his services in the first place.

The conman leaned against a post, eyeing the client with his usual confident gaze, the phantom of an amused smile on his face. "So, you got the bits?" He inquired.

"I've heard from a friend that you have quite the reputation, Mr. Franklin," the toned man stated with his deep, gravely voice, his fingers tracing his whiskers.

Randall bristled. He didn't tell the man his last name. Things sudden felt a lot less safe. From the corner of his eye, he could spot a handful of others nearing where they were conversing. "...I see you have," he responded, attempting to keep up his charismatic demeanor, though; the change in tone made it known that he had a good idea as to what was going on.

"...They said they wanted the money back," the man said, finally making eye contact with Randall. He sat up at an intimidating height, slowly walking up to meet Randall at just a couple inches of distance. Something was definitely wrong.

The he dared to try and dart off to the side before things got messy- being gutted in the stomach, now pinned between the wall and the brutish man's arm before he could even get two steps away.

Randall struggled to get free, his legs kicking against the other's, searching for to get back to the floor as his hand scrambling to grab at his side for his dagger which had fallen onto the floor.

His eyes widend as the man drew back his arm; fist tightened.

Shit.

...

...

...

In his blurry vision, he squinted, trying to make sense of the growing lights and the loud growl that sounded louder and louder as a silhouette became more clear--

Randall had figured out it was a car before the very second he was nearly run over. 'Those assholes tossed me on the road while I was unconscious!' he realized. Before he could get too angry about it, adrenaline buzzed in his head. He needed to get somewhere safe before something killed him.

As Randall attempted to stand, a shot of pain in his legs knocked him back to the ground. He reeled, sucking in air before he let out a strangled cry. 'Don't do that again,' he noted to himself.

Pitifully and painfully, he reached out his arms and started pulling himself through the gravely pavement, his body scraping against the rough texture as all nine of his fingers grasping and a few prayers setting him on his way.

After a while, the smallfolk's sensitive ears perked up at another noise — this time not a massive car barreling towards him — but instead, it was the stirrings of rain. It didn't take long for him to pelted with the sudden downpour.

Randall idly thought about giving up, yet the illuminating, towering street light ahead, standing out admists the dark, filled him with an odd and unfamiliar sense of hope.

He was close, he could leave this okay.

With that, the now determined and drenched smallfolk trudged through the ever growing puddles, nearing the sidewalk. He thanked the gods that there weren't any big people out at this hour.

Randall was so determined, in fact, that he didn't pick up the final noise over the rain.

The most important one.

It wasn't until the light had flickered that the little conman's focus had faltered, the instinctual reminder to scan his surroundings only now ringing in his head. His mildly articulated ears perked up at the sound of something distant, almost sounding like scraping thuds...? It was rythmatic, a set pace. And like the car, it neared closer, and became louder.

Randall almost shrieked at the sight of two giant work shoes that appeared far too early and far too close, accompanied by two impossibly long legs, arms, and... -He couldn't run, he realized, nor hide. He was at the mercy of a big person of all things.

He was screwed.

Wowie kazowie lookie here!! Me? Writing?? Impossible!

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Im planing on making more of these but this is just here for now incase

their first meeting!! First time writing something like this,,

I made a drawing before right here of the final scene ,