#oc: jack

[lunar-orca]

post sweaty butch orcas on a friday evening

[kaizuart]

[ oc ] Jack! I've been so busy lately but drawing my scrungly always makes me feel better.

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

OCs!

Lylah and Jack

[liamthemailman]

Disciplinary action in 3.. 2...

What do you think Jack did?

[urbanknightart]

The templars of the Sabbat, Jack, Masud and Navin, a Nosferatu pirate, a Nile crocodile Gangrel and a Salubri cult leader.

They are three of the new characters in our new season of VtM Chronicle I'm running, taking place in London, 2014.

[disintegore]

hey guys, another art dump post

[bvannn]

"Shh, he doesn't have his glasses, he hasn't noticed yet!"

"What are you two whispering and giggling about?"

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I need to draw Jack with two eyes more...

palette, "Sticks to Snakes", by @fivepointpalettes

[basilone]

Sometimes, war is the province of women. An alternate take on the battle for air dominance over the skies of Europe during World War Two, as told through the stories of an American all-female bomber crew and the people around them.

This is a collection of standalone works that all interlock to form one big patchwork quilt of stories. It will see new additions every so often, especially because a lot of it is written to prompts. The collection on AO3 is my best attempt at organizing it in chronological order.

[click here for the WIP story collection!]

Want to know a little more about the OCs featured in this collection? Please click the readmore below!

Charlotte “Lottie” Rivers-Mayhew Fighter pilot turned bomber pilot Can fly anything, will try anything. Big mouth, little heart. Lives in the land of innuendo and crude jokes. Loud about her whole existence. Very smart, but downplays that like whoa. Julie “Jules” Langdon Bomber pilot Runs this gig and everyone else just needs to get with her program. Great at reading people the riot act. Comically unimpressed by everything that lands in her path. Nosewrinkles at any and all delays. Known for slipping people an extra bite to eat. Christina “Tiny” Heartfield Bomber co-pilot Needs five hours to get ready for any kind of social event. Silver spoon baby. Knows all the gossip and all the good songs. Gets a little bit stressed about flying in warzones. Loves a good ghost story. Eleanor “Nora” Graham Navigator The Mom Friend. Prone to giving hugs and peptalks. Bossy and quite rude when things don’t go her way. Cannot flirt her way out of anything. If you see her running, that’s just standard procedure. Valerie “Val” Hodges Radio operator Absolute poker-faced ballsy liar. Most innocent face in the whole crew. Smokes more than her job should allow. Will try to wiggle out of any lectures by offering the most inane excuses. There’s not a puzzle she can’t solve. Genevieve “Two” Hodgson Tail gunner Shows up late to everything except the war. Always chewing gum. Queen of half-hearted salutes and vague politeness. Keeps saying she’s too poor for this level of bullshit. Has a mean right hook. Madeleine “Push” Perrault Flight engineer Making lists calms her down. Can and will call you stupid in four different languages. Thinks planes are better than people. Voice like a foghorn with the attitude to match. Believes she can fix anything. Evelyn “One-Eye” Carter Ball turret gunner Happy-go-lucky baby of the group, rolling with life’s punches. Will talk your ear off. Could probably get away with murder. Best gunner in the crew. Can be painfully naïve. Dorothy “Dee” Llewellyn Waist gunner Born a pessimist. Genuinely thinks no man should ever sport a mustache. Has a limitless supply of stories about her family. Very protective. Would inspire a riot if anyone ever let her talk long enough without interruptions. Maxine “Max” Morrison Waist gunner Bold and brash and crackling with energy. Cracks more bad jokes than anyone alive. Has developed some rather complicated handshakes. Will interrupt any event or conversation. If you see her running, something’s probably chasing her. Stella “Frosty” Lombardi Bombardier Icy calm in any crisis. Can calculate any bomb drop. Complains about the food. Is a true girl’s girl and refuses to so much as speak to most men. Never wants to miss out on the fun.

Lucille Dorrance-Jones, goes by Lucy Jones Nurse The singlemost stubborn person on the planet. Thinks some injuries are fascinating. Harbors a healthy distrust of bureaucracy and paperwork. Can probably drink you under the table. Encourages anyone to sing. Cressida Dorrance-Jones Interrogator Sharp as a tack. Does not forgive, does not forget. Secretly more big-hearted than people would give her credit for. Really wants to fly a plane. Has an ongoing one-sided vendetta with Meatball. Darlene Mayfair Mechanic Cheerful and spirited. Very gifted storyteller. Turns shy when complimented. Ride or die for people and sticks with them longer than they might deserve. Marches to the beat of her own drum. Georgina “George” Campbell Mechanic Has a soft spot for strays. Suffers no fools. Is here to win a war, not ogle cute men. Perpetually fighting a losing battle against the grease stains on her uniform. The best co-conspirator you could ask for. Imogene “Genie” Chapman Clubmobile girl Very outgoing people-person. Better at giving advice than at taking it. Designated hair-cutter. Loves movies and dancing. Knows just about anybody by name. Jack Ellis OSS Doesn’t miss a beat. No-nonsense natural leader. Very determined to do what he believes is the right thing. Talks about the war in terms of “the game”. Warm and caring once he lets his guard down.

[xheykyjx]

jack & andy💞

two ocs, jack & andy!! jack has been briefly featured before, but now it's andy's turn to suffer😈

jack uses he/him pronouns, andy uses they/them :)

tw for not-super-graphic depictions of nausea under the cut!

“I don’t feel good,” says Andy's voice, as soon as Jack picks up. Even over the background chatter and phone static, he can detect the quiver in their voice. Uh-oh. Andy is never so forthcoming about how they’re feeling, at least not physically. It’s a sore point for them, even with Jack. He tries not to be too hurt about it because they’re like that with everybody, even with Elle, who’s their best friend in the world. Secretly, though, he savors those rare, fleeting moments when Andy allows themself to be vulnerable. Those moments happen more and more lately, and as much as Jack hates for them to be in any kind of pain or discomfort, he’s grateful that Andy is finally starting to let him in. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, already reaching to close and put away his laptop. He has a four-page paper to write for German—in German—that’s due in two days, but God forbid he lets it get in his way of being a good boyfriend. God forbid he lets anything get in his way.

“Um, I–I had a burger for lunch earlier, and y’know how sometimes they make me feel kinda sick? But, like, lately it’s been fine, so I just got one, whatever. But now my stomach hurts and it’s—I’m—I feel like I’m gonna puke, like I can feel it, but I don’t—it’s—I dunno. It hurts and I don’t wanna be sick, and usually I feel like shit right after eating it but it’s been five hours and I feel terrible.” Andy sounds like they’re on the verge of tears, and Jack’s heart aches. He hates that this happens to them so often. 

“Sorry,” Andy blurts suddenly, before he has the chance to respond. “Sorry, it’s—like, I’m fine. I’m literally totally fine, I dunno why I’m freaking out, I just…” They pause, and Jack doesn’t think it’s his imagination when he hears a tiny, queasy hiccup, the sound of spitting. Then, in the smallest voice, “I just don’t feel good. And… and I want you.” Jack’s already shoving the last of his things into his backpack and slinging it, unzipped, over one shoulder. He walks with purpose toward the library exit and asks, “Where are you? I’m on my way now.” Andy sniffles wetly. Jack thinks he can hear what sounds like a toilet roll being unraveled, if the metallic clinking in the background is anything to go by. 

“‘m in the cafeteria,” they tell him. “I thought I was hungry, so I was gonna grab food with Elle, but—oh, fuck—” They hiccup again, louder this time, followed by a muffled groan. Jack picks up the pace, shouldering the door open and striding out into the bright sunshine. His eyes burn as they struggle to adjust, but he doesn’t slow his pace. He dodges other students as he hurries toward the dining hall.

“Gonna hang up,” Andy says thickly. “Talking is—I’m—oh, god—” A choked, guttural gag that makes Jack’s own throat burn in sympathy. “‘m gonna hang up,” Andy says again, voice constricted, and then the line goes dead. Jack jogs through the last few seconds of a pedestrian crossing sign and beelines it for the nearest cafeteria entrance. Luckily, there are a few on every side, considering the building is one of the main assets on campus. The cool air from the AC is refreshing as he takes the stairs two at a time and turns a sharp corner to get to the gender-neutral bathroom. When he gets there, the little sign above the handle says VACANT in green, so he knocks once and lets himself in.

[decapod-appreciator]

massive overhaul of an old oc bc I was thinking about her again. the two drawings to the right aren’t her old design, for some reaon this vvv is the only thing I saved of her old designs? wild. anyways. cursed noblewoman who gets caught up in scheming and adventures and stuff.

[lunar-orca]

fat butch orca save me

[kaizuart]

A collection of Jacks from patreon

[rhinco]

it's important to have an oc who's a big strong guy so that you can think about him being tied up and [EXTREMELY LOUD TRUCK DRIVES PAST]

[liamthemailman]

He got her foot back but not their lieutenant

[carbonateddelusion]

last ones..

[katiedid-art]

“You know, being on the run could be a lot worse.”

“Very true, at least we are together.”

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Yeehawgust day 2: Greener Pastures

August is turning out to be a busy month so I’m getting these out when I can!