#oc: jori

[miss--river]

🦊🖕

[breezypunk]

the best gift a kiddo could ever get. ft. @miss--river Jori & @wanderingaldecaldo Valerie. ♥

I missed Vaughn's birthday by some days. My mind was all over the place lately and it totally slipped my mind. Until I remembered, and I felt super awful about it. A choom said make it extra special and that's exactly what I did. :) Happy Birthday to my sweetest kiddo ✨

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Borrowed @miss--river's Jori and Driss for some low-key camp New Year's celebrations.

Happy New Year!

[miss--river]

once when jori got arrested she kept slipping out of her cuffs and when none of the cops were looking she crawled into the front seat of the cop car and tried to drive off lmao. of course it made her situation worse and she had to get double cuffed. sometimes she doesn’t think before she acts 😂

I miss the cyberpunk community posting OC lore so reblog this with a fun fact about your V or not-a-V. Share the lore. Share it.

(You can give one sentence or one essay or anything in between. Dealer’s choice)

[koffee-withk]

I'm not completely sure if that's how the sacrier's ability works since I've seen that they can regenerate or heal, but I still find it funny to believe that they can readjust their bones just like that lol

[laurencher]

Some linearts and sketches of my previous works (and keke for the discord server)

I hope to draw more of this little guy soon

[wishingstarinajar]

A sketch I gave some attention. 

Hello sirs, it's been almost five years since last I drew you. How we feeling?

[shewolfofvilnius]

honestly i think i enjoy making Rooks more than I actually enjoy playing Dragon Age Veilguard.

So far I've made three actual Rooks (well, mostly) plus puttered around in character creation to toy with a 4th.

The top is Isseya Thorne, Grey Warden, elven mage, my first Rook and the only one I've beaten the game with. She's based on a little girl that Warden Tabris (see #4) meets in both the City Elf Origin AND in the Broken Circle quest in the Ferelden Circle.

Second is my current I'm actually playing with, Jordana Mercar, a human with the Shadow Dragons. If there's something vaguely familiar looking about her: She's the biological daughter of Ser Jory, the cowardly recruit from Ostagar. His pregnant wife, Helena, lived in Highever, which is where the Couslands are deposed in the human noble origin. I decided that Helena fled on the last ship out, for Tevinter, but died giving birth to Jordana.

Third is Hawke. Literally just the default female Hawke, Marian (the one I used the first time I played DA2, my favorite game).

Lastly, I was noodling around in the creator and decided to make an aged-to-present version of the Hero of Ferelden, Warden Elissa Tabris. I half-assed her a special title card in Photoshop, but deliberately tried to make her 'Hero of Ferelden 23 years later. If you zoom in close, you'll see noticeable greys plus dark scarring that's the sign she's nearing her Calling.

Since I already have Rooks, Hawke, AND a Hero of Ferelden, I'm also including my Inquisitor from Rook #1's run, my canon Inquisitor Vilkė.

[toilandtroubled]

𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤 — 𝙝𝙤𝙯𝙞𝙚𝙧

If I were to create a tag list for my posts who would want to be included?

[weirwoodarrow]

the death of lord royce bolton at the hands of ser jory bolton, during the battle of the brothers.

[lowrifaberart]

Helmet hair 🤭

[miss--river]

[breezypunk]

Fallout 2077 - Vaughn & Goro’s adventures in the badlands, until suddenly..

Ft. @miss--river beautiful Jori. This is a long one!

Rest under the cut..

To be continued..

[gloryride]

Happy Birthday Pink Queen !

She's lucky to have amazing friends who came to her party and shares moments with her ♥ As i am <333 Thanks to @dustymagpie @chevvy-yates @imaginarycyberpunk2023 @wanderingaldecaldo

@drunkchasind @thelonestrider @miss--river @ugh-my-back @draerian ♥♥ That's part 1 <3 (part 2 later with more friends)

[secretobsessionstuff]

Idk if ur taking asks rn, but in the fic you posted yesterday with Jory, you mentioned that he tattooed a girl’s neck one time and he couldn’t get his stomach to settle down. maybe you could turn that into a fic 😏

Haha I totally planted that in the hopes that someone would ask about it! Anyway, a year later here's the fic.

There's kinda a surprise at the end of this, and it's not heavy on emeto, but still fun to write! Glad my brain cooperated enough.

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The first time Jory got a red tattoo, he decided—like a reckless buffoon—to get his entire back done up with inky black tendrils surrounding red eyeballs. It was from his favourite anime, depicting a character ironically called Pride. Like a prideful son of a bitch, he convinced himself that he was immune to the common side-effects of red ink. 

Well, it turns out he wasn’t. Only the red parts of the tattoo remained inflamed and itchy as hell for months. The red eyeballs swelled beneath his skin, creating a monstruous image that he did not ask for, at least until the reaction calmed down. Luckily for Jory, his body adapted to the colour and eventually everything settled properly. It wasn’t so much an allergy to the red, but a temporary reaction. But those six months were hell: an apt punishment for the deadly sin. 

Now, whenever he tattooed another person with red ink, he made sure that the first attempt was small. On most occasions it didn’t matter because clients came in with perfectly healed red ink from years ago. This was the case with the girl at his next session. 

“You’re hundo percent sure you had no issues with red before?” he asked the girl during the consult. She wanted cherry blossoms down her neck which required all the reds, pinks, whites, and browns. He was excited about the design.

“Yes, dude, I promise. It healed perfectly,” she assured him. “I’d show you, but I’d have to take off my jeans and I—”

“I believe you,” Jory cut in. “I have an opening in two weeks.” 

Two weeks later, Kaida was sat in his chair, ready to get her neck pricked by a cherry blossom. At least it wasn’t roses. 

“Kaida’s a sick name. How’d you get it?” Jory asked at the beginning of the four-hour session. He was happy to have eaten a big meal before starting this. He certainly wasn’t hungry, not with food grumbling in his belly. 

“It’s Japanese for ‘little dragon’. My parents wanted something different.” She had no issues talking in the beginning because the tattoo started behind her ear. The vibrations rattled her head, but it was less painful than some of her other ones. 

“Love that! I’ll tattoo a little dragon for you anytime.” Jory swallowed his excitement and a hint of acid reflux. “Were you born in Japan?” 

“No, but my parents were.” Kaida went on to explain her family life. 

This was Jory’s favourite part about being an artist: forcing people to share their life stories while trapped in a chair and suffering mild pain. Just kidding, but he liked getting to know people. Kaida had a cool sort of confidence and chill demeanour. She reminded him of Dev, in the way she carried herself, knowing her worth. 

That afternoon, it was hard to focus on his client’s chit chat because his stomach was vocal enough for the both of them. He wondered if Kaida could hear the wet sounds of digestion coming from his belly. 

On top of the increasing stomach-ache, the neck was a shit place to tattoo. It looked freakin sick, but the angle was killer. Jory couldn’t find a comfortable position. The angle was wonky and made for poor lighting. He didn’t know where exactly to put his hands and he kept worrying that he was going to crush her windpipe. Dev kept a close eye on him during this session for all these reasons.

Jory’s watchful mentor was never far. Dev talked to customers as people came into the shop, but mostly they hovered around him and Kaida. They helped out by replenishing paper towel and picking up inky ones from the floor. 

It didn’t take long for Dev to notice Jory’s unease. There was tension in his jaw that wasn’t normally there. His Adam’s apple bobbed excessively every few minutes. The poor guy looked pale and sweaty. They knew he wasn’t feeling the best when he started suppressing burps. 

Root beer had been a bad idea before a session. The carbonation turned Jory’s stomach into a sudsy bath of sugar and grease. He felt pressure build up in his throat but didn’t want to let it out while being so close to Kaida’s face. 

Whenever he reached back to fill the machine with more ink, he took longer than necessary to let out the sour belches that bubbled in his stomach. He exhaled, trying to blow the smell of his chicken sandwich away from Kaida. 

With the linework done, Jory went back to behind her ear to do the shading, giving Kaida a chance to talk more freely. “What do you do for fun?” he asked her, hoping she could fill the silence and mask the sound of his nauseous tummy. Her long black hair was done up in a tight bun to keep it out of the way, but he could still smell coconut shampoo. It was only slightly assaulting to his senses. 

Kaida cracked a big smile. “My girlfriend and I are learning to crochet together. I suck at it, but she’s good. I tried to make a cat and now the beast haunts her boss’s office at work.” 

Jory laughed, the movement jostling his sick tummy. A burp filled his cheeks, but he swallowed it. “Hopefully she’s a vet or something and they can fix the unholy cat?” 

“No!” Kaida chuckled, trying to keep still. “She works at a dietician’s office. I should have crocheted a fucking carrot instead.” 

Jory had to laugh, but this time he couldn’t keep the belch from coming up. It interrupted his laugh with a wet sound that gurgled in his throat. He quickly pulled back from her face. “Jeez. Sorry, babes.” 

“You good, dude?” 

“Probably…” He covered his mouth with his wrist to burp again. “Frick, my stomach feels like a bubble bath.” Jory felt the blood drain from his face, his skin going grey like a colourless tattoo. 

Kaida didn’t know how to act. “What does that mean?” 

Dev came around the corner then. “It means he’s tapping out.” They grabbed Jory’s shoulder and told him to stand. “Come on, take off your gloves and get some air.” 

“I’ll be back in a jiffy, Kaida,” Jory said, stumbling away.

Dev scoffed. “It’ll be longer than a fucking jiffy, girl. You can stand up and take a break. You sat really well by the way. Jory just doesn’t know when to stop.” 

Dev led Jory outside where the brisk air brought some colour back to his features. Sadly, it didn’t fix the issue. They watched him lean over and burp up a small wave of sick onto the pavement. 

The belches kept coming, forcing up pathetic amounts of frothy saliva and bile. Jory closed his eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment on Dev’s face or the chewed-up pieces of chicken on the ground. He wished Dev would go back inside, but apparently, they wanted to soak up his misery for a while longer.

When Jory’s stomach finally settled, he looked back to see Dev leaning against the wall with their arms crossed over their chest. “You better not pull this shit again, Jory. If you feel sick, you stop.” 

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t. I just need you to understand that this girl’s neck is literally on the line. Let’s ignore the fact that you could make a mistake on a very visible part of her body, but not only that—in there needs to be a perfectly clean environment.” 

Dev sighed when they saw the look on Jory’s face. He got the message loud and clear. He was a dog with his tail between his legs. And he still looked fucking beat. “How are you feeling?” 

Jory kept his gaze away from them. “Better.”  

“Were you too embarrassed to say anything? I could have helped.” 

“It just happened so fast. I thought I was fine.” 

Dev pushed off against the wall and came to lay a hand on Jory’s arm. “Me and the other artists are here to help. You don’t need to convince yourself you’re fine if you’re not. I’ll finish up with Kaida.” 

“What about Kaida?” Just then a shorter woman with bouncy brown hair walked up to the shop. “That’s my girlfriend. I’m here to pick her up.” This girl was all smiles and curls.” 

Jory cocked his head to the side. “We need more time for Kaida’s sess.” He only hoped she wouldn’t see the puddle of sick on the floor. “Do I know you? You look mad familiar.” 

“Um, I don’t know.” She gave Jory an awkward smirk. “My name is Piper. I’m an Aries.” 

Dev chuckled. “Oh right, Piper the Aries. Remember, Jory?” The sarcasm might have escaped Piper, but not Jory. 

He shook his head. “I guess it’s a mystery. Come on in. I’m Jory.” 

“His zodiac is Idiot,” Dev chimed in.”

[transthadymacdermot]

Sometimes one is compelled to draw one's special little guy half naked