#oc: Jessica
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jamesliddel1964 · 2 months ago
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Jessica was having a good day. A lot had been done and she wasn’t feeling tired. All she needed to finish off the day was get a cup of tea before getting back home.
Perhaps her luck was turning as the cafe she had picked was pretty busy. But it was her favourite place so it had to do. As she looked around she noticed that someone was sitting by her favourite spot, but it also had one of the few empty chairs left so she went over.
“Excuse me. Can I sit here for a bit?” Jessica asked the man.
( @bunchofavatars )
James frowned, but nodded. The woman in front of him looked fairly harmless. Maybe he'll be fine this time.
"Of course,go ahead."
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luvbugtrait · 1 year ago
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*dies*
she’s a 27 y/o tattoo artist living in San Myshuno
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griffin-wood · 1 year ago
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— pov: scrolling over the merry crisis's mc's camera roll (@merrycrisis-if ) featuring, jessica, daniel and eden.
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smolgloves · 1 year ago
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Impulsive
Jessica hated it when she and Wendell had to do recon around a public place. Titans brushed past Wendell without a second glance, but if they knew he harbored a human in his pocket, they'd swarm him like a pack of wolves to take her. Ghargalossia has a strict policy about humans who wander into their land and that is to capture them and do whatever they want to them, Jessica had already come into contact with horrible giants who threatened to crush and devour her, she was only lucky Wendell found her and promise to get her back to her home. The only problem is that she can not get back home until the curse that was placed on her was lifted, how does one lift a curse? Simple, just find the Staff of Time that once belonged to one of the twelve heroes who used it to stop the titans from taking over and Jessica will be able to get through the barrier that prevents her from going back home.
Jessica slumped in the corner of the pocket, everything seemed hopeless, a weapon used in stories that her parents would tell her before bed, her headmaster might as well have exiled her in this gigantic world! Still, Jessica had to try if she wanted to get back home and see her friends again.
With nothing else to do, Jessica peaked out of the opening of the wool pocket, merchants shouted sales at their stands while titans flocked over to them looking at various products. It was funny watching these giants ggo about their daily lives, it was as if titans were not much different than humans.
Her blue eyes wandered to a stand that had a merchant selling dolls to small children; this would have meant nothing to her if she didn't notice a piece of red fabric sitting on a wooden display. Something about it just looked so familiar, like she had seen it before. Her eyes widened as a sickening reality settled into her stomach, what if she wasn't the only classmate here!
Jessica leapt out of the pocket before she had time to process anything else. Wind blew past her silver hair as she plummeted to the ground, but she muttered an incantation and forced her hand out to send a small whirlwind to catch her before she could hit the dirt road. Giants towered over her as they walked on by, not even glancing down at her, how easily one could squash her like a bug and not even know it. Panic washed over the human as she scrambled to the nearest stand and pressed herself flat onto the wooden structure to keep herself away from the footfalls. Jessica took a few deep breaths, there was no time to freakout, she was on a mission.
Being on the ground made it difficult to tell which merchant sold what, but when she saw a flock of giggling children running to one stand she knew where she needed to go. Jessica sprinted over to the sounds of laughter, while staying near the stands that kept her safe from all the titans. Once she made it there, she stared up at the stand that seemed to stretch for miles, but it wouldn't be a problem for her. She chanted another incantation to summon winds to hoist her up as a group of kids left and gently landed on the table.
Rows of wooden dolls with blank stares stood in perfect lines. Jessica was only as half as tall as they were, which only made her feel even more puny compared to the world around her, but there was no time to dwell on those thoughts; she had to race to the shelves of clothing. Keeping low, Jessica scurried over to the clothing, keeping her eye on the red fabric. The shopkeeper was too busy counting his money off to the side to notice the human.
Once she got closer to her destination, Jessica could see the red fabric was a wool beanie that was far too small for any of the dolls to wear. She felt her stomach twist into a knot as she grabbed the beanie; there couldn't be any more students in Ghargalossia. Jessica's mind tried to justify a mundane reason for such a small cap being sold in a market, but she knew who this had to belong to. The only way to confirm it was to see if his initials were marked in the beanie.
Fingers instantly wrapped around the small girl and pressed her into an awaiting palm. Instinct took over for a moment and forced Jessica to struggle in an attempt to free herself from her captor.
"Excuse me, good sir. But do you know what kind of fabric this is?" A familiar dapper voice spoke.
Jessica's movements died down once she realized it was Wendell who had grabbed her, but that didn't stop her heart from beating out of her chest as the two titans talked over her.
"My niece has been looking for new clothes for her doll." Wendell spoke casually.
"Well you've come to the right place." Said the shopkeeper.
"This would be perfect for her, how much for this?"
Jessica felt her stomach drop as Wendell swiftly moved his hand to deposit her back in his pocket. She huffed at the rough ride, but she could at least relax now that she tucked away from all the titans strolling by. Her tranquility was soon interrupted when fingers dug back into the pocket to pluck the tiny girl out. Jessica slumbled on an open palm, using her knees to keep her steady on an uneven terrain. Looking around, Jessica saw they were in a back alley where the hussle and bussle of the markets was a quiet chatter in the distance.
"What were you thinking?!" Wendell glared down at her. "Do you realize how dangerous that was?"
"Of course I do." Jessica rolled her eyes.
"You could have gotten hurt, or hurt… or both!"
"I know!" She snapped, nothing was more annoying than Wendell acting like he was her father. She knew how horrible titans were to humans, she didn't need to hear a lecture.
"Then why do something so Impulsive?" He asked.
"Because of this!" Jessica waved the red beanie up for Wendell to see. His face drew closer as his gray eyes squinted to get a better look at the hat, being so close sent a tense wave through Jessica, she wished her world didn't have to be completely filled by a giant man.
"Don't tell me you know who this belongs to."
"I was about to find out." The words caught up in her throat as she glanced down at the beanie. Her fingers traced the tag inside, time seemed to stop once she saw the initials written down.
D.J
Desmond Joywood… one of the nicest kids at the academy was trapped in this unfamiliar world with Jessica too. Was he safe or hurt? Was he even alive?! Whatever the case, Jessica now knew that she wasn't the only human from the academy in Ghargalossia.
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kirbee-hd · 1 year ago
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Reasons why you should vote for Jessica in @lemon-demon-oc-tournament
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She started out her life as the only daughter of wealthy Englishmen named Alice Franklyn. She hated her old life and the constraints it had on her, so she ran away to north america to become a famous adventure
Long story short she found a magical mask that granted her basically ultimate power. The first thing she does with this mask is kill a group of treasure hunters who wanted to kidnap her
After that, she became a cowboy and fought bandits with her sheriff friend
years later she found out about her immortality the hard way by watching her sheriff friend die of old age, she was there for him still his death bed
anyways, her mask was actually created by an ancient demon of chaos who created the mask as his "final prank" before getting sealed away
Her favourite powers to use with her mask are shapeshifting, creating illusions, invisibility, and levitation
along with her immortality, she's also indescribable. She's made a party trick out of ripping her limbs off and reattaching them
Jessica continued to go on epic immortality adventures after her cowboy years, faking her death and changing her identity every good few years
as much as she likes helping people she can be a huge piece of shit at times, lost track of her moral code and all that
decided to become a graphic designer in the modern day as shits and giggles, ended up meeting her best friend Cala at the university she's going to
she had a panic attack at a party once surrounding her relationship with Cala. Jessica believes that if Cala were to ever find out about her last she will lose her friendship with her. She ran away from that party was became a missing person, planing on faking her death soon after
Despite everything Jessica believes that she is not a good person and will never be
Jessica decided to scrap that plan because the officer in charge of her case was such a pathetic wet cat of a man. She was also impressed by how he was able to piece together her immortality also that fact that someone genuinely cared about her well-being enough to do this
Jessica's current friend group consists of Neil the sad pathetic wet cat, Fake Beetle the evil theatre kid, Cala the normal one, and just straight up spring heeled jack
she's seen The Mask over 100 times
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trinrose3 · 11 months ago
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Jessica Doodle
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toastingpencils37 · 11 months ago
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4-6 for the OC ask game for Jes please?
Thank you for the ask Rook!!!
I'm not sure if you meant 4 through 6 or 4 and 6, so I'm just going to answer 5 as well. Ahem
4. their insecurities Definitely being useless. After the majority of her family died, Jes was trained by her mom to basically be a physical shield to take blows. And when something happened (even if Jes isn't involved) she would typically be blamed (along with her team's leader). Another part relating to her insecurity of uselessness has to do with her role as the Elemental Master of Death, since Tara was the EM of Death before sacrificing her power to Jes. Which is something her mother won't stop insulting Jes about, claiming that if Tara was still alive and the EM of Death, everything would be going smoothly.
Another insecurity, prior to becoming the EM of Death would be being the forgotten child. Back when the majority of Jes' family was alive, she was basically pushed to the side because Tara was the gifted child while Cece was a baby. Whereas Jes was the middle child who was academically "basic". And even in subjects where Jes would be genuinely interested, like History and Common Language Arts, the way it was taught at school would not let Jes focus on it properly. Which resulted in her almost never getting A's. (And she was also discouraged from trying on multiple occasions, such as her stepmom ignoring her when she got a B in math rather than a C because "she should be like her sister and get more A's", or because her mother threw a tantrum and destroyed her history project the day before it was due and then acted confused as to why she got an F)
One final one, that is a bit less prominent for Jes would be her intellectual significance versus that of her adopted and biological siblings. Derek and Kiera are really good with mechanical stuff. Jes only knows the basic necessities. Tara was the gifted kid also participating in multiple sports. Jes was just the kid sliding by. In the case of Tara, this insecurity is a bit more significant due to it always being rubbed in her face, whereas with Derek and Kiera, it is more of an insecurity that pops up randomly on certain occasions.
5. Their shortcomings
I think one of Jes' shortcomings would in a way be her impulsive at times. Jes isn't always the most impulsive character, but there are many times she will jump into a fight, physical or verbal, and serious or not. And if she is already having an adrenaline rush, her chances of jumping into a random fight are significantly increased.
6. How they deal with grief
This question very much depends on the severity of Jes' grief.
With less severe grief, she will probably be able to push off the shock that comes with it, focusing on other stuff prior.
Whereas with more severe grief, Jes will still focus on something else, but that something else will be tied to the loss of the person. This something is usually her attempting to fight whatever caused her grief, both as an act of revenge and a way to possibly prevent others from experiencing that same grief as well. (I do want to note that even though revenge is definitely a motivator, it is nowhere near as much as revenge is for Harumi)
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cordycepsbian · 2 years ago
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we were going to make funny cards and then uh.couldn't think of funny card phrases so now it's just bugs making faces
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thisteaistoosweet · 2 years ago
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Marcy, Victorian vampire larper, taking her Archbishop lasombra roommate, Jessica, to get “proper” clothes. If you ask Marcy it’s going great. Jessica would rather set everything on fire thank you.
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asimplecheeseburger · 2 years ago
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made a character for a dnd campaign im joining shes a monk in a monastery that basically functions as a sorority her name is Jessica Tiffany
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luvbugtrait · 1 year ago
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some unedited gameplay screenshots of my pookie bear 🥰
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griffin-wood · 1 year ago
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— mc's as taylor swift album. (@merrycrisis-if edition!)
(They actually have two albums each kinda fits them? But, hey! maybe a next one with the pairings maybe hihi? 👀)
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briannaswords · 2 years ago
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Happy STS! If you had to throw one of your characters into another world, which one would you choose? Would they thrive or hate it?
Hi Tori!! Good to hear from you <33
I would probably choose my main OC, Jessica, and I'd love to see how she'd hold her own in Wonderland just because it's exactly the kind of chaotic thing she would make up in her head and I think she'd have a blast with all the different characters. I can imagine her fitting right in at the Mad Hatter's tea party!
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koushirouizumi · 1 year ago
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(My Digi-Advs Inter-national Chosen Child O.C. Shane's profile is up!)
{These are re-done profile pages for a revival of my 02 web-shrine!} [Which will include profile pages for my O.C.s still actively in use!]
(Shane originally didn't have one at time, so Shane's page is new!)
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kirbee-hd · 1 year ago
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meet Jessica
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She's a friend of Beetle and Ant that you will hopefully be hearing mote about in @lemon-demon-oc-tournament
The last image is based on a draw the squad prompt, unfortunately I cannot find the source so I cannot credit the original artist. However the original image will be under the cut
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trinrose3 · 1 year ago
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Don't Judge me a on the writing I wrote 1356 words in like an hour and a half at 1/2 am, but I wrote a little something to go along with this since I couldn't get their introduction to each other out of my head :}
James sighed as he walked down the hall, cane clicking in rhythm with the squeak of his shoes. Today was like any other day; absolute total chaos. Then again that is to be expected when you work in the pediatric wing of a hospital. Looking down at the paper on his clipboard he took note of the next patient and their room location. 
Jane Doe. Room 307.
He would say that it was peculiar to get a child or few who either refused to give up their name or pretended to not remember, or well, actually not remember, but that would be a lie. Children or teens would often try to get away from their home life or avoid being brought back into it. Not that he can blame them; he himself had found his own little way to escape both his family and the foster system when he was younger. Lucky him.
 He felt a headache coming on.
He paused outside of the doorway to the next room. Taking a deep breath in, James prepared his face with a smile; a warm up for the bedside manner he prides himself on. He could hear chatter from behind the door; considering it wasn’t shouting, he took it as a good sign.
James opened the door, a greeting on his tongue at the ready, only to be interrupted by a girl with an unfortunately, and painfully, familiar accent.
“—I’m saying is I think it’s a little obvious as to where I’m from,” said a gravelly, Bostonian accented-voice from behind the stark blue curtains, “ and no, for the third time I ain’t telling you my fuckin’ name.”
“Well someone seems quite chipper,” James chimed in as he pushed the curtain back.
“Oh great, another person to come poke and prod me.” The girl answered sarcastically. 
“Well, you certainly seem to be caught up on the situation then.” He retorted.
“I have a knack for the obvious.” She quipped back.
“Something many people seem to lack.” He bounced back.
The girl scoffed as a lousy attempt to hide her smile, “You can say that again.”
“Now, what brings you here?” James said, taking a seat in one of the nearby stools; his leg seemed to be bothering him quite a lot today, he was glad for the seat.
Jane Doe quirked up an eyebrow and sluggishly gestured with her hand, “Isn’t that what that chart is for? I fainted on the sidewalk cause I was hungry.”
“That is what that chart is for, but I meant more so in the general area; I’m not that incompetent at my job you know.” James jested. 
“Could have fooled me.” Replied the nurse who had been quietly setting up an IV.
Swiveling in his chair, he feigned a look of hurt, “Here I was, thinking I was your favorite doctor to work with.”
“You’ll live.” 
“You wound me.”
“Good thing you’re a doctor in a hospital then.”
“I suppose so.” James said, turning his attention back to his patient who seemed to be sporting a look of disgust, boredom, and disbelief, “Now, where were we?”
“You were about to let me go.” Said the girl, freckles almost blending in with the angry red of her face.
“I will once we get your guardian to sign—”
“NO!” She panicked, brown eyes growing wide. “I mean…they don’t…know I’m here; I doubt they’ve even noticed I left.”
She sighed bringing her knees up to her chest, “The only reason I’m here is because I’m looking for someone. I was hoping to have found them by now but..I guess I miscalculated the amount of money I needed and ended up being short a good few bucks.”
“Does this person have any legal guardianship over you?”
“No, but—”
“Do they have the contact information of anyone who is—”
“Can you drop the whole legal guardian thing for a minute?” She snapped.
James raised his hands up as a yield.
Rolling her eyes she sighed,”The whole reason I’m out here is so I can get away from them. They’re shitheads to say the least; not that I think you would understand.” Her shoulders sagged, “Maybe you can help me look for them? Get them to sign my release papers? Something? Anything but them and anything but that stupid ass CPS; they don’t do shit.”
James took a glance at the nurse as she shrugged her shoulders in refusal to play angel or devil on his shoulders; it was no secret that he had a soft spot for those who had a..familiar family situation to him growing up. After all, it was one of the main reasons why he wanted to become a doctor in the first place. 
He sighed, “Alright fine, who is it that you’re looking for exactly?”
The girl seemed a bit shocked, suspicious even, as she opened and closed her mouth and darted her eyes around the room.
“My older brother,” She stammered out, “I only really know that he might be in this area…”
He gave her a dry stare.
“I mean I know his name and shit,” She quickly added, “Just not his exact location.”
He grabbed a pen off of his coat pocket, “Can you give me this brother’s name? Or must I refer to him as John Doe as well,”
She gave a sarcastic laugh, “Funny.”
James clicked his pen.
“His name is James.”
He paused, forcing his body to not tighten at the sound of his own name.
James swallowed a lump in his throat,”Does this..James have a last name?”
‘It’s definitely not Doe,” She joked, giving a half smile, only for it to fade as she took note of the doctor's suddenly serious expression.
“His last name is Jackson. He should be like…in his thirties or something by now? Don’t really know much other than he was some big nerd as a kid and practically speed-ran the education system or whatever.”
James felt like he was gonna vomit. 
That was his name. Was this a sick joke? Some cruel prank? Did his parents send her? Did he get caught? Was he in danger? Was Amelia in danger? Oh god was his daughter in danger?
He didn’t notice the look of shock on the nurse’s face, or the confusion on the girls, or the look of concern on the other doctors, nurses, and even visitors as he rushed past them. He didn’t notice his slamming of the doors, the pain shooting through his body, tightness in his chest, or the pools of tears in his eyes.
He slammed the door to the Doctor’s Lounge, not even paying attention to the heads spinning to look in his direction as he slowly slid to the floor.
James just sat there; Catatonic. 
For how long? He was unsure. 
What day was it? What year was it?
Why did he feel so small?
Why did everything feel so loud?
Why did he want to cry? 
He could barely make out any of the blurry faces or their words or the feeling of a heavy blanket now being carefully, oh so carefully, draped over his shoulders. 
How…embarrassing, was the first thing he could think of as he slowly came to. He hated how that was his first thought. It wasn’t uncommon for a doctor to break at least once in a while, he’s seen and even helped a few of his co-workers through their own. But him? He wasn’t one who liked to be so openly vulnerable with others.
 A few doctors and even the nurse from earlier stayed nearby, unsure of what to do, almost too afraid to approach.
The lump in his throat was back, and so was the headache. 
Who the fuck was that girl? He wanted to deny any relation to her, mainly out of fear but…The soft brown of her eyes, the sharp angle of her jaw, her triangular nose, were all too familiar to him. He had seen those features on his own face; his parents’ faces. 
There was no denying it; Jane Doe was Jane(or whatever her first name was) Jackson. 
“Fuck.”
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