#jjba stand oc

[yumequeenbr]

HERE IS MY GURL JOJO OC: Ramonna Laurens and her stand. My young Italian-American woman with a great personality and an aversion to reptiles (irony?), the B.O.T.D stand works with joule energy, the more energy it produces, the more heat it will produce in its attacks. where it can cut objects and cause burns of 3 degree in contact and bonus release a poison in their fangs where it can corrode flesh and bone. However, the user has to expend the accumulated energy, otherwise the user's body may overload and cause burns to their own skin.

@flanpucci

reference 1: @adorkastock

[jojosbizarrecandyland]

Chapter 1: Joanne's Sweet Endeavor / A Sweeter Encounter

Pages: 5 Words: 1978 Summary: Joanne, a determined twelve-year-old, runs the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop while her parents are away. She expertly assists customers, helping a grandmother pick out the perfect gift for her granddaughter, and manages a group of mischievous kids attempting to steal candy. Joanne sternly confronts them, offering a small treat and a lesson in honesty. As the day winds down, a suspicious group of men loiter outside the shop. Joanne senses danger and prepares to defend the store using the magical abilities of her candy bear, vowing to protect her parents' business no matter what.

The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was a beacon of color and joy in the heart of town, its windows lined with every kind of candy imaginable. From sugary rock candy to chewy licorice, the shop was a paradise for anyone with a sweet tooth. Today, however, the shop had a special charm—it was run by Joanne, a twelve-year-old with a knack for business.

As the bell above the door jingled, Joanne looked up from behind the counter, her brown curls bouncing with her movement. She adjusted her apron and greeted the new customer with a bright smile. “Welcome to Sweet Tooth! How can I help you today?”

The customer, a middle-aged woman with a fondness for bright scarves, smiled back. “Hello, dear. I’m looking for something special. It’s my granddaughter’s birthday, and I want to get her something sweet.”

Joanne’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “We’ve got just the thing! Follow me.” She led the woman to a display of colorful candy jars. “We’ve got some beautiful candy gift boxes that can be personalized. You can choose a selection of candies to fill them.”

The woman’s face lit up. “Oh, this looks perfect. I think she’ll love these gummy bears and the chocolate truffles. How much for a box like this?”

Joanne calculated the total quickly. “That’ll be twenty-five dollars for the box and the candies.”

The woman nodded and handed over the money. “Thank you, Joanne. You’re doing a great job here.”

“Thank you!” Joanne said, ringing up the sale and packing the box with care. “Have a sweet day!”

As the woman left, another customer entered—the local neighborhood kids. Joanne recognized them instantly; they were often found eyeing the candy jars with more interest than was strictly allowed.

“Hey, Joanne!” greeted Danny, a tall boy with an impish grin. “We’re just browsing.”

Joanne’s gaze was sharp, and she was ready. “Uh-huh. Browsing, right. Make sure you don’t touch anything without asking, okay?”

The kids exchanged glances, and Danny’s grin faltered a bit. “Sure, Joanne. We were just... um, looking for something.”

Joanne kept a close watch as the kids wandered the aisles. Her instinct proved correct when she saw them covertly trying to slip candy into their pockets. With a decisive motion, she grabbed the broom that was always at hand behind the counter and walked over to them.

“Alright, enough of that!” Joanne’s voice was commanding as she brandished the broom. The kids froze, wide-eyed. “You’ve been warned. Either pay for what you want or get out.”

One of the girls, a smaller kid with pigtails, looked particularly nervous. “We’re really sorry, Joanne. We didn’t mean to steal.”

Joanne’s expression softened slightly, though she kept her stance firm. “Well, if you’re sorry, I expect you to apologize properly. And if you’re still hungry for candy, here’s something on the house.” 

She reached into a jar of sour taffy and handed them each a piece. “Now, scram. And don’t come back without paying.”

The kids mumbled their thanks and hurried out, the sour taffy already making their faces pucker in surprise. Joanne shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. She could be tough when she needed to be, but she had a soft spot for kids who made honest mistakes.

Later that afternoon, the shop was buzzing with the usual assortment of customers. Joanne’s attention was split between ringing up purchases and keeping an eye on the stock. She had just finished wrapping a box of chocolate-covered almonds when a group of older customers entered.

“Good afternoon!” Joanne called out brightly. “Can I help you find anything special today?”

A tall man with graying hair and glasses smiled warmly. “Yes, actually. We’re looking for some old-fashioned sweets. My wife and I are celebrating our anniversary, and we thought some classic candies would be perfect.”

Joanne’s eyes lit up. “You’ve come to the right place! We’ve got a great selection of vintage candies. Follow me.”

She led them to a display of nostalgic treats—root beer barrels, jawbreakers, and nougat bars. As the customers browsed, one of them, a woman with a gentle demeanor, asked, “Joanne, your parents must be proud of how well you’re running the shop.”

Joanne’s heart skipped a beat. She offered her rehearsed response with a casual air. “Oh, they’re on vacation. I’m holding down the fort while they’re away.”

The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Well, you’re doing a marvelous job. We’ll take some of these root beer barrels and a few of the nougat bars. How much do we owe you?”

Joanne quickly rang up their purchases and bagged the candies. “That’ll be thirty dollars.”

The man handed over the money, and Joanne gave him a receipt with a cheerful “Thank you for shopping at Sweet Tooth! Have a great day!”

As the last customer left and the shop quieted down, Joanne began her closing routine. She swept the floor, restocked the shelves, and prepared to lock up. The sky outside was turning dusky, the streetlights casting long shadows.

But as Joanne turned the “Closed” sign on the door, she noticed a group of men loitering nearby. Their presence was unsettling—there was something off about the way they hovered around the shop. Joanne’s instincts went on high alert.

She grabbed her trusty stuffed bear from her bookbag, her fingers brushing against its soft, comforting surface. With a quiet murmur, she activated its special magic, and the bear’s plush exterior shifted into a glossy candy material.

Joanne felt a surge of determination. She would protect the shop, no matter what. The men approached, their intentions clear. Joanne gripped her candy bear tightly, ready to defend her parents’ store with all the courage she could muster.

And so, as the evening shadows lengthened and the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop closed its doors for the night, Joanne prepared to face whatever challenge lay ahead with the same fearless resolve she brought to running her beloved shop.

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The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was buzzing with energy as Joanne prepared for a new day. She had been working tirelessly to set up a new display of lollipops, each one intricately shaped into stars, moons, hearts, and other delightful forms. These were not your average flat lollipops; they were grand creations, each one a piece of edible art propped up on sturdy sticks. Joanne meticulously arranged them on the counter, her excitement evident in the way she adjusted each display.

The morning sun was just beginning to shine through the shop's windows when the bell above the door chimed. Joanne turned to see a young boy about her age stepping in. He had tan skin, dark spiky hair, and was wearing goggles perched low on his forehead. His clothes were worn and somewhat shabby, giving him a rough-around-the-edges appearance.

Joanne offered her usual friendly greeting. “Good morning! Welcome to Sweet Tooth. Can I help you find something special today?”

The boy glanced around the shop with a dismissive air. “I don’t want to buy anything from you,” he said, his tone a mix of defiance and disdain. He looked Joanne up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Though he tried to hide it, a faint blush colored his cheeks as he found himself captivated by her determination and spunk.

“I came here to take some candy,” he continued, folding his arms defiantly. “Those kids who came in yesterday? They were working for me. I’m here to take what I want.”

Joanne’s smile faded, replaced by a look of stern resolve. “If you’re here to steal, I won’t go easy on you. I’ve got a job to do, and I won’t let anyone mess it up.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and he shrugged with a hardened expression. “I don’t care. I’m a thief, not a saint.”

Joanne’s frown deepened. She wasn’t about to let him walk away with her candy, not after everything she’d done to keep the shop running smoothly. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play it.”

Without warning, she grabbed a handful of the newly displayed lollipops and hurled them at him. The colorful confections flew through the air, but the boy was quick on his feet. With a flick of his wrist, he transformed his left hand into a large, bladed sword, blocking the incoming lollipops with ease.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” the boy taunted, his sword-hand slicing through the air as he deflected the candy missiles.

Joanne wasn’t deterred. She grabbed more lollipops and continued her barrage. “I’m not giving up so easily!”

The boy, who had been ready to steal the candy, now found himself engaged in a fierce battle of attrition. His ability to morph his body into mechanical constructs gave him a solid defense, while Joanne’s candy-throwing skills kept him on his toes. The shop was a flurry of colors and motion as the two clashed, the floor littered with shattered lollipop pieces.

Joanne’s eyes darted around the shop, searching for more lollipops to use as ammunition. Her focus was momentarily distracted when she noticed a giant candy sculpture on a precarious stand. It wobbled dangerously, tilting towards her.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Look out!” she shouted, but the boy’s attention was already drawn to the falling sculpture. Without hesitation, he dashed toward Joanne, tackling her out of harm’s way.

With a swift motion, he shifted his back into a deformed shield, his body morphing to absorb the impact of the falling sculpture. The candy crashed down onto the shield, and for a moment, everything went quiet. When the dust settled, the boy and Joanne were lying on the floor, safe and sound, though surrounded by candy debris.

Joanne looked up at him, astonished. “Why did you save me?”

The boy’s face was flushed, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I didn’t want to kill you. I’m a thief, not a murderer.”

Joanne’s expression softened, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “You really mean that?”

The boy nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. I’m sorry for everything. My name’s Luke. I didn’t want to cause any more trouble. I’d like to make it up to you. If you’ll let me, I could work here at the shop and pay off any damages.”

Joanne’s initial hesitation melted away as she considered his offer. She could see the potential for redemption in his eyes. With a bright smile, she extended her hand. “Alright, Luke. Let’s start fresh. We’ll clean up this mess together, and you can work here to make things right.”

Luke took her hand, his expression a mix of relief and gratitude. “Thanks, Joanne. I promise I’ll work hard.”

Together, they began to clean up the shop, sweeping up the candy shards and resetting the displays. As they worked, Joanne could sense that Luke was genuinely remorseful and willing to make amends. The two of them worked side by side, their earlier conflict forgotten as they bonded over the shared task.

By the time the shop was cleaned up and ready to reopen, Joanne and Luke had formed an unexpected alliance. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was back to its cheerful self, and Joanne felt a new sense of camaraderie with her unlikely helper.

As they prepared to open the shop again, Joanne looked at Luke with a hopeful smile. “Let’s make today a great day, shall we?”

Luke nodded, a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. “Absolutely. And thanks for giving me a second chance.”

With a fresh start and a new friend by her side, Joanne was ready for whatever the day might bring. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was once again a place of joy and sweetness, and Joanne couldn’t have been happier.

[cesar-umbrage]

beloved oc number 2, Jazz!

Idk making stories is hard

[cl0wnfr0g]

Solo Dollie post

Realized I only posted them in ship art so decided to change that.

So enjoy my current oc blorbo

[son-flower]

getting back into jojo recently and made a stand oc, rockwell! i still need to design it a user..

[jouta-eggboybeloved]

Another Jojo oc called Eve and his stand. My friend made a joestar/Dio kid to go along with the two new ocs I made lol (will post the other oc soon)

more info under the cut

Eve Vee Rose is Japanese, and lives in a (fictional) city called ___ (will edit with name when got one). He speaks Japanese as well as decently speaking English. Eve's stand has been with him since he was 5, and despite it not being much in terms of personality he considers it his best friend.

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before Eve was born, his parents thought that they were going to have a girl, which is what they were after, and leading to them picking the name out for him. But when Eve was born they hadn't expected a boy. But gave him the name still out of spite.

Eve didn't have the best childhood, most of it was spent alone. His parents not really paying much mind to him. Leading to Eve getting quite lonely, his parent not even letting him out of the house unless it was to take him to a daycare/etc. This continued up until he was 6.

When he was 6 Eve got ill, it was bad and it looked like he may have died. His parents just left him in his room to suffer alone. Eve was like that for several days, he didn't want to die, let alone die alone. He prayed that he didnt die there, that he'd try his best at life once he got out of his situation. That illness ended up being the illness some people get before gaining a stand. Due to Eve's spirit wanting to live, to fight his stand didn't kill him.

Once he started to get better from the illness his parents got worse, they had been hoping he'd die, so they could continue their life child free. Due to their growing resentment towards Eve they started to be verbally abusive towards him, and would even be physical from time to time.

Eve spent most of his time trying to get to know his stand, it now becoming his first friend. A friend that could give him whatever he wanted. Though Eve didn't discorver the other world his stand could create. Also when the stand was first summoned was when Eve got the glass heart of his. He had felt like the stand had given him its heart in an effort to be friends with him.

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Eve used his stand to make people to interact with while making them disappear when he wasn't interacting with them. Giving himself friends through his stand, even if those people weren't real.

One day when Eve was 12 his father was being more of an ass than usual. Eve's stand Living Idly, felt Eve's emotions bubbling over, the liquid in the glass heart filling up. Leading to the stand being summoned. Living Idly wanting to protect its user banishes his father its own world, leaving Eve there stood in shock. From his perspective it looks like his stand had clawed his father out of existence. At the time his mother was just walking into the room and saw it go down (thou she couldn't see Eve's stand) Leading to her freaking out, running out of the room.

His mother wanted to call the police on Eve, but she realised that they'd think shes crazy, that a 12 year old wouldn't be able to make a fully grown man just disappear like that. Which led her to throwing out Eve onto the streets.

Eve didn't know what to do from there. Summoning his stand and letting it guide him where ever, since he had no where else to go. And due to having little to no contact with people outside besides school he just didn't know what to do. His stand took him to the police. And after talking with them, Eve not telling them about where he lived, only that he got kicked out. he was later sent to foster care.

An elderly couple takes him in. Here around the age of 15-16 he starts his online singing career online. He mainly did it for fun. But it quickly turned into a job for him. Letting him get his own house in ___ (will edit with city name later) by the coast at the age of 19.

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Eve spent a lot of time on his own, despite now having a better life he still struggles to connect with people. Having trust issues, and issues withe people touching him. Due to his past hes quick to get defensive over himself, but is pretty chilled out and tolerant of most other things.

He has managed to make a few friends online, mainly making these friends at the start of him being online. He cant make proper connections online with people now as well due to his popularity, he feels people may only want to be his friend because of that.

Eve keeps mostly to himself, but tries when he can to make friends if he feels they may fit personality wise together.

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Eve is 20 years old and is around 6,5-6,6 without his boots (when wearing his boots it adds 2-4 inches on him)

Eve's name musical reference is the singer "Eve" (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUXfRsEIJ9xO1DT7TbEWksw)

Eve is chilled out and can put up with a lot, he does have trust issues and issues with physical touch, but he tries not to let that show. Eve is relatively good at hiding his emotions due to his past, preferring people not questioning his emotions as he doesn't like talking about his feelings at all. Eve tends to have his moments where hes full of energy, and can be quite playful when full of energy. But normally he likes to stay chilled out. Eve can be nervous when talking to new people, as stated above hes quite good at hiding it. But he finds it hard to keep convos going as he still has very limited social skills. If Eve lets anyone go into his house, the 2 rooms that are off limits are his room that he uses for making his music/content creation, and his bedroom. He hates with a burning passion people going into these rooms. If he specifically says they can enter he won't be as bothered. But if they leave the room even for a second he has to invite them back in. Or he won't let them back into those rooms after they leave. Eve feels these spaces are his safe space and doesn't like sharing them. He's willing to be a huge asshole when it comes to other people and these two rooms.

Eve struggles to also connect with animals, and even has slight fears of animals, e.g. even cats and dogs. He'd like a pet, but knows he won't be able to give them the love they need due to his slight fear of them. He doesn't mind seeing animals in the worlds his stand makes, since he knows his stand will make sure non come near him while in there.

Eve doesn't tend to post much online either, other than posting his music, and maybe replying to one or two people. Sometimes on rare occasions will post a pick from his day to day life, e.g. food from cafe or an outfit hes wearing.

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Stand's music reference: "Living idly and dying as if dreaming - Eve"

Living idly/Eve can create an alternate world of fantasy, in which they can control anything and everything that resides within it, being able to transfer real objects/beings from reality into this phantasmal plane and even the reverse, including themselves.

This ability is linked to the glass heart that floats around Eve. The more liquid in the glass, the better the stand works. The liquid linked to how Eve feels.

This aibility can be quite scary as he can copy people from real life in his other world, and bring them into the real world, having them replace the people in the real world having them do whatever he wants. He can give himself what ever he wants with the ability, food, technology, etc. Theres so much his stand can do for him.

[cage-cat-yt]

Super proud of the Narancia doodle tbh. Idk what else to say lol, still going in and out of my depression but it's becoming a little manageable, even if it's still not the best. Buuut yeah I've also been writing more :3

[kattartsblog]

if makina was in the jjba verse what would her stand be like

Makina: I’m not sure what the name of it would be but a rattlesnake swan would be really wicked!

[whoscathie]

I really need a more consistent posting schedule but WACHOW REDRAW REDRAW

PART 7 IS GETTING ANIMATED, IM HYPED

planning to go on a trip, so I needa save up money,,,,commissions soon,,,,

[mocha-esidisi]

I used Seal’s album cover as my inspiration to draw Glass Heart like this. Since one of her stand moves is called “Rose Kiss”, which I drew inspiration directly from this song. Ofc, all credit for the Seal album cover in the 4th image goes to its creator and is not mine. Anyways, have a good night!

Also, y’all are welcome to do fanart of her if u want just please no nsfw

[pancakesr4theweak]

Another JJBA tragic Kingdom lady is DONE! This mf is Otake, she’s the main villain of this whole shabang and the cause of EVERYONE’S problems. She’s a psycho, and the owner of Fumi’s rival sukeban gang. She’s the cause of Mei Mei and Edgar’s unfortunate death that caused everyone’s stands to awaken. Otake is VERY obsessive over Fumi, feels she owns her. Toxic onesided yuri 💔💔💔! She’s a scummy creature and not sure if tumblr would like it if I typed out the crap she does 💀…REGARDLESS, SHE’S SUPER EVIL! AND WE HATE HER! Her stand is MSI, and it has acts. The final act creates a groundhog day effect, going from the day before, and the day before that if the trigger cannot be stopped. Anyways enough of this thing LMAO, me and my uncle actually FINISHED all of the stands so that’s supee rad!!! ICP has been done for a long time, but Go Go Godzilla, Nightwish, Reel Big Fish, Birthday Massacre, AND Mindless Self Indulgence are ALL DONE!!!! ALL WE NEEDA DO IS FINISH BANI! But for now I am tired it is 6AM.

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[mii-ssun]

Quick drawing of Rosina La Croix and her Stand Curses

Oh yeah did I mention this character was a JJBA OC?

Oh god I forgot her other cross detail on the sleeve

[okameeznuts]

Stand OC, probably broken asf, maybe similar to Bohemian Rhapsody, no name yet though.

Draw em pregnant, yessir!!! 💥💥💥 *Makes enemies pregnant*

[cesar-umbrage]

shall we artdump?

my beloved oc number 1, Nightmare Parade :D

[deadoctane]

The Venus Ambassador? Yeah, she’s all right.

[penofsteele]

I've made some Jojo's Bizarre Adventure characters! I now have 3 Jojo characters drawn and one I haven't...

I also should probably post these on Instagram, but I realized my Tumblr can also have art on it!

Anyway this is Kid Fears' 9 to 5 for Part 4, and Norma Pain's Northern Boy for Part 6! I included the references because I like doing that, I want to do it more so I can look back and see my thought processes!