#oc: carolyn limericks

[joys-guys]

Peridot went to tea with Carolyn a few times, back when they were younger, and used to spend time with her quite a bit. Had sleepovers and everything!

They drifted apart as they got older, though, and neither had any idea that the people they were married to ended up together at one point.

Funny how that works!

[joys-guys]

gonna make an emo trash panda gf and a pastel sunshine partner for Carolyn, i think. the partner will fix her and the gf will blow her mind 😎

[joys-guys]

Random question, but what are your ocs’ identities? I know you put pronouns and stuff, but I’m still curious!

Here’s a basic breakdown of them!

Putting under the cut since I have quite a few…

Alan - biromantic asexual, queer man (not quite cis)

Carolyn - homoromantic bisexual, cis woman

Moss - aromantic asexual, no gender label (other than “thingy”)

Rockstar - gay asexual, transmasc

Daisy - panromantic asexual, nonbinary

Friend - aromantic grey-ace, queer man (not quite cis)

Dice - gay, GNC man

DeVill - homoromantic pansexual, cis man

Dr. Wells - aromantic grey-ace, ????? ¿man?

The band has various sexualities and identities, but to simplify:

Carlton is gay and transmasc + nonbinary (he/that)

Brick is ace and nonbinary (he/they)

Rover is aroace and transmasc + nonbinary (it/he)

Samuel/Sammi is sex-repulsed and bigender (he[Samuel]/she[Sammi])

Graham is unlabeled but uses he/him or no pronouns

I hope that answered your question!🌈✨

[joys-guys]

Next up, we have Carolyn's Voice Demo! I tried to ensure her voice was able to come across as either sweet or condescending, but still keeping its almost peppy sound to it.

Moss is next!

script under the cut!

Carolyn: [casual] “Oh! I didn’t see you there. Hello, dearie! My name is Carolyn. You should try the coffee here. It’s amazing!”

[defensive/deflective] “Alan Days? Pfft, never heard of him! Why are you asking? Hmm? Who even is he, anyway?”

[calm, but cruel] “Now that my plan has been set into action, I’ll be able to get away from that fool’s incessant presence once and for all.”

[disappointed] “Oh, what a shame… That lovely dress I wanted isn’t for sale anymore. Oh well, there’s always next season.”

[joys-guys]

Carolyn, what’s your current opinion about Alan?

Lalalalalala!!!

I can’t hear you over the sound of how much I don’t care~!

Lalalalala!!!

Don’t even know what you’re saying right now!!

LALALALALA!!!!

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also: i hope to do a cover of at least part of JTMusic’s “Anytime You Smile” as Alan and Carolyn or somethin’ 👍

[joys-guys]

Hey Carolyn who’s Constable DeVill? Asking for a friend.

You’re so silly!

Why would I know who he is? All the constables look the same with their lovely masks!

You shouldn’t go sticking your nose in other people’s business, silly!

Besides, he’s preoccupied with his newest Joy Doctor, since the last one went on holiday. 🙄

Bye-bye now! I have business to attend to~ 😇

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Joy-

If it’s alright to ask, what was your inspiration for writing Carolyn? She’s so cruel, and Alan seems so personal to you.

Thanks

Hello Anon!

There are numerous factors, most of which deriving from personal experiences I have had.

Many things were fictionalized, changed, or recontextualized to fit the characters/plot, but the ways Alan was mistreated are similar things to what I have personally experienced.

tw: implied abuse

I flipped some things around: Instead of Alan leaving Carolyn after figuring out she mistreated him, Carolyn left him- though it was ultimately still because of her own mistreatment towards him.

I “took away” Alan’s chance to realize sooner how he’d been treated, and his ability to make the decision himself whether he wanted to continue his relationship.

He just wanted to know what happened to his wife, but by the end of it all, he realized what happened to him. It’s up to him where he wants to go from there.

Alan is an imperfect survivor (mind you, there is no such thing as a perfect victim/survivor!), and in his case, his reaction to how he was treated is not quiet nor controlled.

Carolyn doesn’t understand how she was in the wrong, even if Alan could explain it to her, even if he was given another chance to defend himself.

Note: Carolyn is not a monster; she is very human- albeit an extremely cruel one.

Alan does not have to forgive her, and he won’t. He’d rather forget she even existed, but the mental scars she left behind are likely going to hurt forever in some capacity.

Writing “Average Morning, Average Days” was an emotionally draining experience for me because of how much of myself I put into it.

I ensured I portrayed things exactly as I intended to, even if it left me vulnerable afterwards, and even if it was a tough read.

I could keep going, but I’ve already said so much.

Thank you for the ask, and have a nice day🌈✨

[joys-guys]

Average Morning, Average Days

OOC: I figured out what I wanted Carolyn’s story to be. Strap in, folks. This one’s probably gonna hurt. Story under the cut, as per usual.

Contains depictions/implications of: manipulation, mistreatment, trauma, an unhealthy relationship, and other things typical of We Happy Few(specifically relating to taking Joy)

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Side note: Carolyn is not in the right, nor is she justified in what she’s doing here!

If someone is treating you the way she treats Alan, I hope you can get the hell away from them as soon as possible. You deserve to be safe and okay.

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The sun rose as it did every morning, bathing the island in beautiful rays of light. It trickled through the partings in the curtains and bounced off the little crystalline flower sculpture in the center of the Days household’s coffee table, filling the room with little splashes of rainbow beams.

Awakening in the next room was Carolyn Limericks Days, her long golden hair cascading like a waterfall down her back as she sat up. She raised her arms above her head and stretched with a satisfactory little pop, a yawn spilling out of her mouth in the process.

“Good morning, sunshine!” she cheerily greeted the day, sliding out of bed gracefully as if she were some kind of angel. “What a gorgeous day it is! I should go outdoors to watch the sun finish rising.” With that last thought, she changed into a sundress, brushed out her hair, and got ready for a nice moment out on the doorstep.

-

In the other bedroom, Alan Earl Days woke up feeling groggy and unrested. He stretched a little himself before unceremoniously getting out of bed, changing into his day clothes, and brushing his hair. Heading to the bathroom and looking in the mirror, he saw how dark the bags under his eyes were getting. He grimaced and opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing a bottle of Joy to take one.

It wasn’t long before the room lit up a little more and his body felt more relaxed. With this newfound cheeriness, he shut the cabinet and looked in the mirror again, seeing nothing but a blur. “That’s quite alright!” he said carelessly, striding out of the room with a grin.

-

He headed to the kitchen and began making breakfast, something that was expected of him at that point. The delicious smell of meat and eggs wafted through the house and out the slightly-ajar front door, alerting Carolyn that her husband was doing what he was supposed to. As she stepped inside, he greeted her merrily, nearly burning his hand in his distraction.

“What are you making?” she asked, her voice sweet and airy.

“Sausage and eggs, ma’am,” he replied, “just like you taught me to do.”

“Good!” She clapped for him. “Give them to me when they’re done.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

-

After breakfast, Alan did the dishes and Carolyn did nothing in the ways of helping him clean up, as usual. ‘That’s okay,’ he thought, ‘this is how it’s always been.’

“I’m bored of looking at you, so I’m going on a walk,” she stated, her tone flat and unimpressed. “Don’t bother asking me to get anything while I’m out, I don’t care.” She grabbed her handbag and sunhat, then left the house with a resounding SLAM! as she shut the door behind her.

“Of course.” He dried the dishes and put them away, then gripped the counter tightly when he suddenly felt sick. “Oh crumbs, m-my Joy!” He staggered back to the medicine cabinet and took more, then dizzily stumbled out of there, only to collapse onto the couch face-down.

-

Carolyn walked about the town, greeting her neighbors with more affection and care than she gave her husband. “Lovely day for it!” she excitedly said, practically skipping with happiness.

Passing a group of Bobbies, they all gave her a tip of their hat, and some even winked at her. ‘They love me! They love me!’ she thought to herself.

Carolyn loved going for walks. It seemed everyone loved talking to her, everyone returned her smiles, and if she made a joke, some of them would even laugh! Sure, Alan did all that at home, but he was such a bore to her lately. ‘He was more fun to flirt with when he wasn’t my type.’ She sighed. ‘I guess making a bad boy good wrings all the fire out of him. Shame.’

She stopped by a few little shops to get some coffee- something Alan wasn’t very good at making, since he didn’t like coffee -and treats (he was too poor to afford extra treats most of the time).

On her way back, she saw some people performing live music on the street for all to hear. “You all are so great!” she cheered after one of their songs, placing some money in the guitarist’s case before merrily strolling along.

After all that, she believed she had planted another seed in the minds of those she talked to that she was the kindest, sweetest, most loving woman someone could ever take as their wife. It would make them miss her even more when she finally left, wouldn’t it?

-

“Alan, I’m home,” Carolyn announced happily as she stepped back into the home she shared with Alan, carelessly tossing her bag onto the couch… only to accidentally hit her husband on the head with it. “What the- get up!”

At his wife’s sudden reappearance and the rough feeling of her yanking on his arm, he scrabbled to sit up. “S-sorry, ma’am! Took too much Joy at once!” He expected her to let his arm go, but she only twisted it further behind his back, so he stood up. “Y-you can let go now, I’m- I’m up.”

Carolyn finally relented when she saw his face contort with pain. “Stop taking so much of that stuff, this is the third time this week that you’ve ended up like this.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” he practically whimpered, rubbing his sore arm. “I-I don’t mean to. I just want to be a happy husband for you.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want you to be happy,” she snarked back, turning away from him to spend some time alone in her room.

Alan solemnly nodded, then walked out the door in the kitchen into the garden.

‘Useless except for entertainment. And even then he fails at that,’ she thought with a sneer, brushing her hair once again and changing into a nicer outfit. She even put on some very nice earrings and some makeup.

When she stepped out of her room again, she took a look out at the garden and saw him just standing out there, almost motionlessly. “Eugh,” she scoffed, “I’m glad I have something lined up for me after this…”

She grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a quick little note for him, taping it to her door before slinking out into the night through the one of the windows by the front door.

-

By the time he came inside, the house was cold from the breeze coming through the still-open window. He also noticed Carolyn was gone again, with only the note on her door reading, “I’m going out for dinner. You’re not welcome to come. Have fun in the garden. -Carolyn”

He shut the window and sighed defeatedly. “Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled, his brain foggy as he practically dragged himself back to his room.

Just another night at the Days household.

[joys-guys]

sorry i haven’t written the 3rd story yet!

i’m going to have to think for a bit about how i want to write a story for Carolyn.

she’s an unreliable narrator and extremely self-centered, and i want to ensure i portray that properly without making her actions sound somehow justified or excusable.

i know there’s the “god forbid women do anything” meme/joke thing, but like… she ruined a man’s life only to leave him, so… 😕

[joys-guys]

Hey! It’s Joy of @we-joyless-few here.

Welcome to my newest roleplay/ask blog! I made a different one recently, but I'm not feeling Enriched enough by playing just one character, so I thought I'd make a blog for several of my OCs! I will tag my characters (and others' characters) using the "oc:[name]" format.

I will tag similarly to my main WHF blog, with the exception of also adding tags for "story rp", "rp", “oc story” and "ooc", like I did on @average-wellington-wellie :) (+ “audio reply” for voice acted responses, “voice acting” for general VA stuff, and “redirecting…” when the recipient isn’t clear)

Rules: NO MINORS PLEASE. Please specify to whom you are speaking in asks. If you want to initiate a roleplay, please make it clear somewhere in your starting prompt which oc or ocs you want to RP with. No full-on NSFW on this particular blog (unless it's the typical stuff you'd find in We Happy Few already). Suggestive stuff is fine though.

(Slight addendum/clarification: I’m fine with stuff that would be found in the M[Mature] category on AO3, but nothing too explicit please 😅) Other than that, I'm pretty flexible with stuff :)

OC info under the cut (will add more eventually!):

(updating some color-related language to be a bit more descriptive) Misc OCs: Carolyn Days Limericks: Pronouns - She/her Appearance - Long, "golden" hair; green eyes; warm-beige skin with tons of freckles; soft, somewhat curvy build. usually wears sun dresses and big hats. Occupation - selling hand-knitted sweaters and water color paintings Likes - art in general(knitting, painting, music, writing, poetry); sunny days; cool nights; rain Dislikes - The Make-Believes's music; children; Alan Earl Days (disliked romantically) Additional Info - Her "kidnapping" was orchestrated by her and the local Constables to get away from her loving husband. she never loved him more than as a friend, and she couldn't stand lying to him about that (and about having a baby) any longer. She just couldn't bear telling him the truth, but she unknowingly caused a worse pain than she could have if she just told him how she felt.* *(outdated/false information! read "Average Morning, Average Days" and information posted on Alan's blog) Slate "Moss" Barns: Pronouns - It/its Appearance - messy taupe hair, usually dirty; brown eyes; tanned olive skin with some scars and scratches; skinny-ish build. unless it is outside of Wastrel territory, it wears a bandana, a pair of ripped jeans, a tattered jacket, a torn shirt, and a decent pair of shoes. Occupation - scavenger, hunter/gatherer for its people Likes - being outdoors; its village; Wastrels + Downers; animals; honey Dislikes - Wellies(more-so distrusts them); Bobbies/Constables; Joy Doctors; anyone who badmouths or tries to harm its people Additional Info - Born Wastrel, and was born not long after the other children were taken/killed. More akin to a wolf or creature than a person. Instinctively distrusts Wellies, Bobbies, and Joy Doctors. Refers to itself in the third person, using "we", or with no self-referentials, and cuts out some words while speaking to make speaking quicker and easier. (I have more to say about Moss bc I actually started a fic about it and drew a reference for it)

“Rockstar”: Pronouns - He/him Appearance - dark brown side swept hair; brown eyes; sensitive, scarred skin(color unknown, but likely warm-beige or slightly darker) with some faint stubble on his face; lanky build. usually wears blue or purple glad rags at gigs, but dresses casually when he doesn’t have to wear his façade. Occupation - “I’m a music man.” (he’s a singer-songwriter) Likes – solitude; vinyl records; birdwatching; dancing; remaining anonymous/unknown Dislikes – his job; his boss; obsessive fans Additional Info – He loved music and making his own songs while he grew up, but he didn’t choose to be a musician; his father knew a producer and forced him to become a professional singer-songwriter. In his down time, he reads, bird-watches, and lets himself enjoy the sounds of nature.

Daisy Kestrel: Pronouns - They/them, it/its Appearance - Medium-length brown hair, usually kept in a ponytail; blue-green eyes; freckled, golden skin with warm undertones; lean, somewhat muscular build. typically wears clothes made of breathable-yet-sturdy materials, in case they need to flee a scene or go into more nature-overrun areas (like Lud's Holm). Occupation - Field Journalist Likes - their job; going to the Reform Club; hot showers; nature; magic Dislikes - Bobbies; Joy Doctors; the government; violence; liars; not being taken seriously Additional Info - They have spent countless hours of their time dedicated solely to ensuring people can get their stories told and truths can be revealed. It has bravely gone into dangerous areas, such as areas where plague is prevalent, to get the information it needs. It sends out reports mostly anonymously in regards to topics that could get them hurt or banished (for example, things the Wellington Wells' officials have lied about). They secretly stopped taking their Joy one day because they hated forgetting the information they needed to remember for their job. (fun fact: they're inspired an old MLP OC of mine lmao)

“Dr” Marten Pines: Pronouns – he/him, it/its Appearance – messy brown hair; a brown right eye (he is missing his left eye); light-brown skin with a lighter patch on his nose; almost scrawny build. usually wears his hand-made flower-dyed raincoat, rain boots, and gloves. Occupation – Self-Appointed Doctor of the Garden District Likes – Roses of Gilead; helping people; collecting items- especially plants; pine martens and other weasel/ferret-like creatures; books Dislikes – his mental illnesses; being asked about his missing eye; being disbelieved Additional Info – His delusions cause him to believe he is a Doctor and also part pine marten- thus his typical drawn depiction gives him ghostlike/translucent marten ears and tail. Nobody alive knows how he lost his eye, and he dislikes being asked about what happened. He has fluctuating trust issues, in that he has people he can trust, but if someone new is introduced into a situation he becomes anxious. He likes to help people whether he knows them or not, however.

[we-joyless-few]

IT IS FINALLY DONE

Here’s the blog! I’m gonna add more to its pinned post later, but I’ve worked on it for like. Over an hour, adding and deleting and editing stuff, so I thought I’d give it a break for now and just release it ^^

Hey! It’s Joy of @we-joyless-few here.

Welcome to my newest roleplay/ask blog! I made a different one recently, but I'm not feeling Enriched enough by playing just one character, so I thought I'd make a blog for several of my OCs! I will tag my characters (and others' characters) using the "oc:[name]" format.

I will tag similarly to my main WHF blog, with the exception of also adding tags for "story rp", "rp", and "ooc", like I did on @average-wellington-wellie :)

Rules: NO MINORS PLEASE. Please specify to whom you are speaking in asks. If you want to initiate a roleplay, please make it clear somewhere in your starting prompt which oc or ocs you want to RP with. No NSFW (unless it's the typical stuff you'd find in We Happy Few already). Suggestive stuff is fine though. Other than that, I'm pretty flexible with stuff :)

OC info under the cut (will add more eventually!):

Misc OCs: Carolyn Days Limericks: Pronouns - She/her Appearance - Long, "golden" hair; green eyes; tan skin with tons of freckles; soft, somewhat curvy build. usually wears sun dresses and big hats. Occupation - selling hand-knitted sweaters and water color paintings Likes - art in general(knitting, painting, music, writing, poetry); sunny days; cool nights; rain Dislikes - The Make-Believes's music; children; Alan Earl Days (disliked romantically) Additional Info - her "kidnapping" was orchestrated by her and the local Constables to get away from her loving husband. she never loved him more than as a friend, and she couldn't stand lying to him about that (and about having a baby) any longer. she just couldn't bear telling him the truth, but she unknowingly caused a worse pain than she could have if she just told him how she felt. Slate "Moss" Barns: Pronouns - It/its Appearance - messy taupe hair, usually dirty; brown eyes; tanned skin with some scars and scratches; skinny-ish build. unless it is outside of Wastrel territory, it wears a bandana, a pair of ripped jeans, a tattered jacket, a torn shirt, and a decent pair of shoes. Occupation - scavenger, hunter/gatherer for its people Likes - being outdoors; its village; Wastrels + Downers; animals; honey Dislikes - Wellies(moreso distrusts them); Bobbies/Constables; Joy Doctors; anyone who badmouths or tries to harm its people Additional Info - Born Wastrel, and was born not long after the other children were taken/killed. More akin to a wolf or creature than a person. Instinctively distrusts Wellies, Bobbies, and Joy Doctors. Refers to itself in the third person, using "we", or with no self-referentials, and cuts out some words while speaking to make speaking quicker and easier. (I have more to say about Moss bc I actually started a fic about it and drew a reference for it)