#mosta these are ocs

[lesbikyuu]

rqs from twitter

(oc @/s in replies)

[rainbranch]

OKAY ITS NEW YEARS HERES MY LITTLE YEAR IN REVEIW POST!!!!

I made a long one

Also a little context i was doing AP art also jan-may but i didnt feel like looking for mosta it... maybe i'll make a post abt that soon.

ANYWAY JANUARY- startin off real simple but this does mark when i officially started thinking abt my Pokemon Fanregion

OKAY KEEP GOING THERES MORE

Put some months together to make this easier (worked out bc i was burning out from ap anyway)

We got that guy from The Witch's Heart uhh Ashe here that was crazy still havent finished that game oops -- n my buddy's splatsona i drew for his bday

Oo junes lots of chr stuff but that one in the bottom right corner is a redesign of a character in an infamous game?!??!? Im not telling

I played thru Ultra Moon this summer n absolutely froke out abt rainbow rocket.. n yeah made a rainbow rocket grunt oc :3 Other than that pretty standard month considering i was overseas

Uh august was weird as shit i ended up doing pixel art lf vegetables...

But seltember i had a bit of a 180 bc I decided to ignore 90% of my ocs for 2 months.. which accidentally let me watch over 100 hours of fnaf content probably

It becomes much more evident in october.. but also I j overall had a good art month. So many colorful pieces thank goodness

Def got toned down in november but i been chilling

And yaay december!! Pretty chill art month

THATS IT!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

See ya next year ;9

[aita-blorbos]

(Oc, accompanies the one about someone getting their friend nearly killed on accident in a warehouse)

Am I the asshole for telling some human to leave her no doubt soon to be dead friend?

Heh for once i feel like I'm in the utter right, but cuz lady was right in the end, well...

K. I am a giant fuckin' ferret that is forced to live inside the buildin' that probably killed me?? Shadow magic revival whatevah whatevah not important beyond 'this lady (23 F) comes 'ere to the death house and expects to save her pal

Now. I am assumedly Dead. I think. Pretty sure MOSTA us are 'ere, no one survives this fuckin' nightmare, i don't even got a damn name. My point? He is fuckin' Dead. But she for Some reason has a hope in her heart and goes down.

Overtime, she wittled me down damnit. I'm a conman, I'm damn well AWARE what I am, slippery slimey filth of the wretched house. An Asshole yeah. Eventually? Shared some words i DO regret but.. Lady kept, kept thinking she could do it. I couldn't. i didn't WANT her to FUCKIN' DIE, but she fuckin continued on anyways.

...Told her to leave the man to die because no damn doubt the warehouse wouldnt let her go if she went any deeper down for 'em

She kept ARGUEIN', sayin' shit like "someone saw him alive so theres a chance" then started with "i can help you all too" shit, hero complex much?

BLEugh, in the end though? she was right. She got us out. And her friend was alive. And survived.

Fuckin' damnit i don't wanna fuckin' apologize for bein' RIGHTFULLY cynical, what made them so different to even survive? ...

I don't think i'm the asshole for tellin' her and tryna push her to survive, you need to do what you need to do, to SURVIVE

Even if she did save us that doesnt mean her friend and her didnt sustain injuries, her friend was comatose for afew days after.

I can't be wrong when i was in the right,

[cr0w-with-a-knife]

Mosta my ocs have hair that's rock solid until they wake up in the morning and look in the mirror only to see they're hair lookin like an eldritch abomination- like me cuz no one can stop me 😼

Why does your OC style their hair the way they do?

[entitybear]

hehe 😊🔨 been working on this between projects and!!! it def made me think a lot abt deltarunes fun game mechanics <3 

template by @m-chromatic template 👈thereee

and uhmmm bonus info n text transcript belowww 👇

first pics of entity going yes in the large impact font while they are sitting down.

Before: Entity in their lightworld clothes scratching their head. After: Entity in their darkworld outfit, but they are wrapped in overgrown vines that seem to come from their clothes and their Wishstaff has become a dangerous part of them as well (replaces tail).

bonus sprite is a shopkeep sprite! (have 2 redo mini ones 😬) As for the bg/placement with them accompanying the fun gang midway through chapter 2 they can either be found hanging about Spamton’s shop if they aren’t lurking about. Them appearing at Spamton’s storefront occurs because they interrupt the encounter between Kris and Spamton towards the end as Spamton tries to get Kris to accept his deal (they just wanted to cross the street). In his shop they prevent Kris from buying literal poison (will check it) and if you do take Spamton’s deal (buy keygen n etc. etc.) they officially accompany your party for the rest of the chapter. Or in a potential chapter 3 speculation maybe they’ll be in castle down handing out items between whatever chaos Kris wrought out at the end of chapter  2... (didn’t wanna do a bg 4 either sorryyy </3)

Item get!! (Through acting)

*Kris obtained the Enigmatic... A yo-yo with seemingly expressive eyes.

*Increases magic stat by 5 to 7 points

*(special stat!) Ability: Ups coolness by 3, can ya walk the dog? (sick tricks!!)

Item take. (Through fighting)

* You obtained the Wishstaff. It is worn from use and very frail.

*Attack can decrease by 2 by equipping.

*Ability: Spookiness up by 5 (this item rattles on occasion throwing off attacks)

Entity met the knight by making a wish with their heart (more specifically the soul of an old friend). As their friend’s heart turns a piercing white they clip through the ground and find themself in a bitterly cold dark space. This where they see the knight for the first time... well their hands, the outlines of them in the pitch black darkness. The knight tears the soul from their hands and bends it into their staff, muttering and muttering... wonder what they seemed to say?

they develop an interesting quirk... a different way of speaking. Being shaken to your core has its effects! 

example:

“So... You waNt to dig dEEp?...L👀k iNto what really liES bENEath...Allright sure.“ (pauses to indicate that they take a bit more to think and breathe out the words and fun punctuation to indicate tone change.. they seem bitter!)

O boy angst!: just an image of Kris accidently tearing the Enigmatic while the sound *snap is written next to it’s severing vines ... oops (I’ve uhh been drawin angst a lot so um silly funny and saw a pic like tht so!)

[14floods]

ouch

[juuniper-com]

🌹🌹🌹

Luckily, to Mista's relief, she wasn't able to see the small blush across his face. "Sorry about that." He chuckled nervously.

[ask-the-harlem-newsies]

25 and 30 for everyone please

25: Insecurities and 30: Something they treasure 

[This accidentally went from long to really long to massive so I hope you dont mind that it’s all under the cut! <3 Thank you for the ask!! ]

*All the newsies seem to tense up at the first question*Doc: I’ll start, I guess. Uh- I worry sometimes that I dont pass as guy well enough. Cause Im a guy, but my body isnt an’ I don’t want people thinkin’ Im a girl. And somethin’ I treasure? Bein’ able to be me, an’ bein’ lucky enough to have support. Mellow: *crosses her arms* I dont like people seein’ my drawin’s cause I think they’re crap. Or when people think Im we- I cant look after myself. *she grumbles*  An’ I treasure when I win a fight, ‘specially if I get money for it.

Beans: I- uh. I ‘ave dis thin’ where I go from real loud to real quiet, an’ sometimes Ise worried that people f’rget tha’ Im ‘ere. I really like bein’ with you folks. *he glances at Mellow* Even when Mel’s tryna kill me. *he laughs as a pillow hits him in the head*Booker: I dont like my legs. They’re too… splotchy. They have all these weird shapes on them and I just- I really dont like them. Thats why I wear long pants because I dont like people seeing them.*he fiddles with some loose thread on his shirt.* And I treasure… these people. *he looks around the room* My family- I dont know where I’d be without them. *he laughs* That’s really- mushy and gross I know. But its true. I- Whos next? Someone talk so I can stop talking-Marcus: I dont like using the wrong words in the wrong places. Like instedd- instead of ‘were,’ I accidentally use ‘was’ and- I know plenty of people here use words in the wrong order or in the wrong way and I just… I was kinda- kind of- *he clears his throat* I was… taught- not to use words in the wrong order. and everytime I do it just- makes me feel- not okay. *he hides his hands, which are shaking* I treasure everyone who stops and buys a pape..r- paper- from me because more money means I can keep sleeping under a roof. Benny:  I w’rry my voice is too ‘igh, that I don’ sound like a fella, yanno? ‘Cause I gotta a real ‘igh voice and I don’- I ‘ate it. I ‘ate my voice. Its jus’- its too damn high an’ girly an’ puttin’ on a voice hurts  an’ I don’ know how ta- not sound like a goil. *he pauses, closing his eyes and breathing in, and then out* Im real fond of all-a-yall for helpin’ me an’ my brudders out, ‘specially wid me bein’ kinda useless for the first couple-a weeks. I jus’- thanks.  Sketch: *fiddling with a spoon* I dont like my nose, its crooked an’ wonky an’ weird lookin’. I like havin’ a place to stay, food to eat most of the time, an’ a warm- well, ‘part from the hole in the roof- *she laughs* -a warm place to sleep. An’ even though I keep company with a bunch a fleabags, its- good company. *she nods as if confirming her words*Jazz: I dunno, I guess I’m too loud. *they laugh, a little bit of sadness hidden in it* Hell, my parents found out I wasn’t a-hundred-percent their daughter because they came home and heard me talkin’ to myself from upstairs. And I love dancin’- makes me feel free, yanno? Oh, and bein’ able to come off the street and back to a place where I can just feel safe is a real bonus. Pike: I sometimes feel like I get in the way? Like- I know that Im tryin’ to help people but I dont wanna help ‘em if they dont want me there! An’ I dont wanna help ‘em if they dont need it, yanno? I just… *a lot more quiet, looking at her hands* I really don’ wanna get in the way. *she shakes her head quickly, like she was shaking away the thought, before snapping her head up* I really really like when we get to have food at Frankies! ‘Specially her pies- Frankie makes the best pies in all o’ Harlem, I’d reckon! An’ her cakes are amazin’! Sam: Ise worried that I won’ figure out whether Ise a boy or not- or if I like fellas or not! Everthin’s real confusin’ an’ I don’ like it none. I like havin’ a fam’ly like this one. They aint really my brudders an’ sisters but I love ‘em like they is. Eric: Ise don’ like my belly- its real squishy an’ I aint ‘sposed ta be squishy. Sammy aint squishy, an’ Benny aint that squishy. But…I know Booker don’ like his legs much but I don’ see anything wrong wid ‘em! Cause they’s just like my arms an’ my legs! But- I uh. I like that even though we aint livin’ wid our old Ma anymore, we’s still got a Ma. But we call ‘er Cap’in most o’ da time.Ash: …Ise scared that Ise too slow. I don’t like bein’ slow. I wanna be fast like the others. An’ I like that even though they don’ really know much about me, the newsies let me stay an’ treat me like fam’ly. It’s real nice. *he plays with his hands. Benny pats him on the back and he shuffles a little closer to him*Shorty: *she wipes at her nose* Sometimes I really don’ like how small I am- it aint too big a deal, but its just sometimes people won’ take me seriously an’ it makes me real annoyed. But I do like my name, so Ise stickin’ with it no matta what! Oh, an’ I like Halloweens- *the other newsies seem to echo an agreement* cause we get to dress up an’ people give us candy jus’ for lookin’ scary! An’ I really like sharin’ the candy with the other newsies from all over New York, cause it means we get to go visit ‘em! *The newsies start to chatter about Halloween when Captain walks into the room.* Captain: Hey, shouldnt ya’ll be out sellin’? Whaddaya sittin’ around here for, huh?Sam: Answerin’ questions, Cap! An’ this ones for everybody! Yous part-a everybody! *he hands her the piece of paper with the questions on it* Captain: *she reads the paper and frowns* Insecurities, huh? Well I’ll answer these when you get ta sellin’, which you better go get started on if ya wanna be able to pay Price the rent tomorrow. Go on, get goin’.*they all stand up, groaning and moaning about being interrupted during breakfast, even though they’ve all finished eating.*

Captain: *she looks at the paper again*  …Pretty deep question there, kid. *she shuffles uncomfortably as a lot of the newsies leave* Aite. Fine. Ise worried that the other leaders- ‘specially the big shots like Spot Conlon an’ Jack Kelly- dont think Ise good enough. Or, yanno- strong enough to look after my newsies. An’ somethin’ I treasure?-Doc: *he turns, looking back at Captain* Hey, I’ll meet you at Frankies later? Captain: Yeah, ‘course. *she pauses, watching Doc leave with a small smile on her face.* …I dunno. 

[fluxydrawings]

this time on: Spain Goes Overboard w/ Colours

anyway hey i drew my friend @shitpostpidge‘s chara Magenta and spent way too much time on it adjkfhasdkljf

~reblogs > likes!~

[icarianarts]

Major Tom dear friend who lives inside my head dear friend raised young with a desire to become a scribe for the Torah which is a killer job but upon an act of teenage rebellion and to “stick it to the man” (his father who always very openly loved him and supported him) during his little cousin’s bat mitzvah he shows up late to it and struts down the room (looks like Adam Sandler wedding singer area in my mind) saying Padre I am gonna become the Catholic Pope! And then leaves and is wiped off the face of the earth for a few years and a the years pass and Major Tom is crowned first 18 year old pope in over hundreds of years named Pope Tom I and is just the pope for shits and giggles because he’s 18 what are you gonna do also he’s famous on tiktok and also all the old ass cardinals there have absolutely no idea how to handle him because yeah he’s a GREAT pope, BTW. Very influential and is the result of an increase in connecting the youth to the churche’s old fart traditions by being funny and fruity as hell and the exact opposite energy as a church youth group counselor but Major Tom is also just fuckinga. High school senior age and so he sits dramatically on his pope throne clicking together his fake acrylics he bought at idk the Vatican Citu is in Italy so an Italian target store probably being like hmmmm can I still legally excommunicate people? Whatever the Beatles are now banned because I said so. Everyone’s like man what do we do with Tom here Also. He actually scribes for the Torah anyways he’s currently transferring an old ass scroll over to newer scroll paper because it had recently got spilled on you k ow how it is also his little cousin is pissed at him all the time because he always coincidentally turns things meant to be about her all about him he doesn’t do this on purpose but he’s just so dramatic people just have to focus on him Also he’s a jojo oc which makes shit even more funny because his stand is named Love Boat and it does absolutely nothing because he’s never felt the need to use it so it’s a weird little pet to him and people think he’s crazy for talking to it because they can’t see it but that’s okay sometimes they think he’s just praying out loud and with his eyes wide open while he’s doing a live video of mukbang in the chapel des es mayjuh tom tew groun controwl....oim steppang frew tha doohoor and oim floatang en tha mosta peculiar waaayhaay ALSO he’s Italian so Naples strong love wins okay bye

[newgameplus]

36 and 37 of the oc asks??

 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?@ginnie-darling (as our dearest GM) is the proud owner of Casta, who is Cross’s beloved- i’ve been in a couple other campaigns as well where my character and another player’s have had crushes or just been very close, w one another and thats always very good (echo and aeduan,, if you’re out there..)37. Introduce an OC who is not quite humanmosta my dnd characters rnt human (except the evil boyz) but imna stan gemini here becuz even fr an air genasi hes a dumbass- he was raised in the feywilds and has . like. 0 knowlage of the material plane. i love him. hes dumb and also has a bit of an offputting not quite right vibe sometimes n i Adore playing that up

[mewbly]

Mosta my ocs I don’t really feel much of a connection with. Sure, I love them all, but I’m never really proud of them or anything.

Except for Molly.

She was like one of my first good ocs. I felt really proud of Molly when I had first created her. So many people ended up liking my oc, many more than I had ever thought would, and I didn’t expect to get the attention I got when I first started on her blog.

If it hadn’t been for her, I probably wouldn’t have been on tumblr, I probably wouldn’t have pushed myself to try and draw better, and I wouldn’t have met all of you amazing people here.

I honestly love Molly so much, I sometimes feel I’m too attached to her. I never want to let her be forgotten and I’ll try and keep her alive in any way possible.

Sorry for rambling on about my oc and whatnot I’ll shut up now askfkcosakc

[doekimakura]

Just made myself new OCs for the Minecraft server I RP on. (though mostly i can be there on weekends because timezones and fulltime job)

Okay, technically, I drew them a while ago, but I just forgot to post them here, except Griemheln. Server is called Sol Morals, and RPs are live on the server mosta the time c: 

1. Griemheln Feterlayn

2. Vanagandr/System_Abaddon

3. Iviss Fanassu

[miladinzecevic]

STANA

Neoni paraju nebo, buka i žagor na svim mogućim svjetskim jezicima, velika jabuka, kako je zovu u punom sjaju. Hiljade ljudi na ulici, u haosu se gura i provlači. Sirena se prodra na desetak metara, ambulantna kola su zaglavila i neće se tako lako pokrenuti. Samo privid, već je na uglu, još jedan urlik i izmiče iz vidokruga. Haos ima svoj red i pravila, jedino Stana na vrhu ulice, novo lice striptiz bara negdje oko Džejmstauna. Jedino ona ne može da se uklopi u taj haos, pa opet je tu već druga godina. Sa osmijehom se okreće ženi koja je umalo oborila i nasmijana kaže mater ti tvoju kravo odvratna. Smije se sebi, a neznanka slično njoj, vjerovatno pozdravlja Staninu ujčevinu negdje u Podrinju isto se osmjehujući. I tako produžavaju put. Sva u znoju jedva se probi do bara provlačeći se izmedju gostiju. Pijani gost, hvata je za ruku i dobija specijal bosanski šamar, koji ga patosira prije obezbjedjenja. Yeah Stana, smiju se izbacivači, dok iznose ošamućenog gosta. Ona se već pozdravlja sa koleginicama golim i znojavim. Brzo se skida, i počinje neki svoj ritual, dok se trlja velikim peškirom i prska litre parfema na sebe, jedna crnkinja joj podiže kosu i pravi frizuru. Debeli menadžer, navikao na golotinju i gomilu histeričnih žena proziva jednu po jednu. ' Polak Stana' , pas ti mater nijesam Polak idiote unosi mu se u lice, speluje S R P K I NJ A. Polak, Srpskinja anyway, go go its time, here we go, idemo svinjo jedna, idemo. Izlazi na podijum i prilazi šipci, toliko vremena a pogled joj preleti salom da vidi ima li ko poznat, postidi se i zarumeni. Preglasna muzika i desetak djevojaka oko nje i polako popušta nervoza. Kako vrijeme odmiče, prepušta se tome ludilu. Uvija se i vrti oko šipke, kao oni derviši na kraju rata. Dok je bila vezana u kućnom zatvoru negdje u Tuzli. Savija se i kao da je rodom iz Afrike skače uokolo. Veze nema sa muzikom i ritmom, a publika to voli, gledaju kako joj odskaču grudi. Balave po podu, na pauzi užagrenim očima samo bulji u jednu tačku i velikim gutljajima ispija limunadu. Obliže se jezikom a mulatka sa strane mjeri sve na njoj, i kad se Stana oblizne i ona uzdahne. Bliže su joj žene od muškaraca, a ova Polak baš bi joj legla. Stana je pogleda i puna mržnje se strese, pokaže joj prstom preko grkljana. Znam mila moja, želja će te biti bogami zaklaću te, ko' kokošku. Any ponavlja koškoka, koškoka i opet se oblizuje. Opet veliki peškir i trlja se jedna pored druge, opet debeli menadžer požuruje, lets go girls go go, mora da je Njemac Stana na glas, nema taj druge nego go go. ***** jedno, tako se krivi i dere kada ga u svlačionici dohvati njegov dečko, prvi put se ispovraćala kada ih je vidjela. Ponovo je na na bini, sada ne gleda okolo prilazi i proba da igra na muziku, nekako jadno i traljavo. Sreća tu niko zbog muzike i ne dolazi. Padaju novčanice ispred, kao ispred trubača u njenome Podrinju, samo krupnije i više, više i koštaju. Ili ne koštaju, ko to zna? Svako prodaje to što ima. Udesio tako onaj gore, kada sve rasprodamo uzme nas nazad, mene nije vala morao ni slati. Ni do rata se nijesam naradovala, petoro djece u planini, druga po starosti, dok je otac ispijao piva pred prodavnicama, ona i majka sa starijim bratom. Kosila i brala drva, tražila je i tu da radi sa motornom testerom, nijesu htjeli da čuju. Tukli bi se radnici oko nje, a onda slaba vajda. Stopirala je pet dana nazad do Njujorka, i tražila bilo šta da preživi. Baš sam i našla, a opet su pošteniji i iskreniji od većine onih koje sam upoznala. Pokupi nekoliko krupnijih novčanica, i na znak menadžera sađe u publiku, ostatak novca ostavi drugim djevojkama. Dogovor je da svaka ponese bar nešto, kroz gužvu dopiru urlici Stana, Stana zadihan čovjek crven u licu, drži snop novčanica u ruci, htio bi da je kupi za to veče. Obezbjeđenje je već na oprezu. Prihvati da sjedne za sto sa njime, ne gleda je u oči već u gole grudi i stomak. Samo klima glavom i oblizuje se, mami je sa deseticama. Trpa ruku u pantalone, Stana krenu da ustaje, sory sory, im nice gay, a jes' u pizdu materinu. Čitav si fin i sigurno neđe imaš familiju skote, not Scot no, Flint pokazuje na sebe prstom, nice gay. Ponudi je pićem, djevojka spusti ispred njega viski a pred nju sok iste boje, namignu joj. Brzo popi i on joj se pridruži na iskap sasuvši otrov u sebe. I još jedan, i sad je baren, vadi stotku i lijepi joj na grudi dozvoli mu. Ovacije iz gungule oko njih. Proba da je dočepa za kosu pomamljen, izmače se i otvorenim dlanom ga posla na pod. Predstava je završena, ovacije i aplauzi. Polako ide uvijajući kukovima a zvižduci paraju uši. Zastade kod šanka, popi čašu vode not fight, not fight money, menadžer joj pokazuje palcem i kažiprstom, da je trebala da pođe sa njim, nice gay. Gleda ga i razmišlja na šta je podsjeća, ne nalazi ništa slično. Težak i ogroman dlan stade joj na rame, okrenu se i nasmija moj čovjek, my man iskreno se nasmija. Iza crnac težak za trojicu sav u mišićima i osmijehu. Ispod neona bijele se zubi i neki dječiji osmijeh. Ma i nije drugo do dijete, poveliko ali dijete. Đes' ba Časlave, čitavo veče, zove ga Časlav ili Đorđe kako kad. Pravo ime mu Isak, ili kako ga ovdje izgovaraju Ajzak. U njegovome društvu pođe do svlačionice, ne puštajući ga unutra udje i istušira se na brzinu. Bili su napolju, pronadje cigarete i zapali, on se namršti. No smoke, your health Stana, stvarno brine, e moj Časlave neće mene ubit' duvan nego ova tvoja zdrava Amerika. Nasmija se i privi uz njega, podjoše ka podzemnoj željeznici. Na peronu ih zaustavi policajac, ocijenio da su tu poslom, gleda njene papire pa onda njegove i priča u šiframa u radiostanicu. Prezrivo ih gleda, i Časlav njega, na jedan Stanin mig otkinuo bi mu glavu golim rukama. Pruži im dokumente i bez pozdrava otrča niz peron otkopčavajući futrolu pištolja. Oni brzo udjoše u voz, samo se pogledaše i nasmijaše. Naslonila se na njega a on joj najdubljim glasom zapjeva nešto sjetno sa juga. Skoro je zaspala, kada ju je iznio iz voza. Toliko brdo od čovjeka a nježan, polako par stepenika i u stanu su od trideset kavadrata. Nema neku naročitu vezu sa Isakom, opet je on pazi i čuva. Upoznao je na ulici pijanu i drogiranu i doveo kući. Ima od tada godinu i kusur, sažalio se na ludaču koja psuje na nekome svojem jeziku. Nikada nije tražio ništa za uzvrat, samo društvo ljepotice a Stanislava, kako joj je pravo ime jeste ljepotica. Doduše ona misli samo spolja, rat ju je silovao i ubio pola porodice, i nju čitavu. Probudila se poslije razmjene na psihijatriji u Beogradu. Poslije mjesec, obrela se u zadružnom domu negdje oko Rume. Sa paketom Crvenog Krsta, ulje brašno i tako. Ispod plavog mosta zaradila za put i samo jedno jutro u hladnjači prešla pola Evrope. Što dalje i od kuće i od sebe. Mislila je to ljeto da sprema upis na fakultet, bilo je drugačije. IMG_20210527_185215087.jpg

Evo je sada sedam godina kasnije, u crnačkom bloku i osjeća se kao jedna od domaćih. Psuje i gadja limenkama i bocama dilere ispod prozora. Poznata u komšiluku kao crazy Stana, ipak poštena i odana ljudima sa kojima dijeli život u tudjini. U početku je obilazila klubove sa zemljacima, tu je upoznala i Dejana, zaljubila se u njega i počela da živi sa njime. Dejan je došao da napravi karijeru kompjuterskog genija, ali se uvalio u drogu, kocku i druženje sa svakakvim ološem. Na kraju je pokrao i nestao bez traga, javio se poslije godinu iz Teksasa. Nije htjela da čuje više za njega. Već ga je i zaboravila, preko nekih Isakovih veza došla do papira i ostala tu. Isak sušta suprotnost, pouzdan i predan. Njen Časlav ima jednu manu, ne može da odoli Stani. Ubio bi za nju, i vidjela je da bi to i uradio. Kad vodi ljubav sa njim, e to je za priču komšiluk se okupi kao na finale NBA, navijaju i smiju se. Poslije izlaze posramljeni oboje, a ulica odjekuje od smijeha i komentara. Svi znaju koliko su vezani jedno za drugo to poštuju i cijene. Čak i lokalne bande naprave im mjesta kada šetaju ulicom. A to ne važi baš za puno ljudi. On radi na gradjevini, rijetko pije alkohol i svaki cent donese kući. Isto i ona, planiraju da obidju njene. Oteže se to evo neko vrijeme, i to zbog nje. Ne zbog njegove boje kože, zna Stana da on ima ono što treba, obraz i srce. A za drugo je nije briga. Nego ne želi da se prisjeća, kaže ponekada da je rodom i ona iz Afrike. Isak se tada smije, not Africa not Africa Stanislasa, Georgia. Isti ***** Isak, Bosna, Afrika ili Georgia. ' Oce ide fidi family, oce oce Isak trazi' . Legne naspram nje i sluša je i uči srpski. Prvo ga je učila psovke, kada je skontao šta ga uči, bio je ljut. Kupio je rečnik i podvlači riječi. Našao je i riječ, prvo joj na engleskom rekao ' shame on you Stana' , a onda 'sramotna rec nece ucim'. Zaplakala je od sreće. On je bio ljut danima. Nikada joj nije prebacio gdje radi, drugačije gleda na to. Zna da je lijepa i da se to plaća mnogo bolje nego njegov rad. Ponekad mu na Youtubu pusti neki domaći film, i prevodi mu. On netremice gleda i sluša. Gledao je Isak i Kosovski Boj, pustio suzu za Obilićem. Ugasio kanal i okrenuo se ledjima, i baritonom otpjevao nešto tužno, pola bloka prihvatilo pjesmu. Bila je Stana i kod njegovih kući, otac mu je nestao netragom, niko ne govori o njemu. A braća njih trojica i Isak kao blizanci. Kada udje majka ustaju i slušaju kao pačići, ona im podvikne a oni u glas ' yes ma'. Stana se ubila od smijeha, oni kao četiri džina ispred starice. Nije vjerovala da nije neka fora, dok nijesu počeli da joj postavljaju pitanja. Postidjela se tih ljudi, u takvome ludilu biti toliko pristojan i pažljiv. Ponos im je najmladji brat Adam, završava koledž. Prvi školovani član porodice i svi gledaju u njega kao u sveca. I on je posebno pažljiv prema njoj. Kada razgovaraju izmedju sebe, uvijek sačekaju da jedan završi što je mislio da kaže. E Stano valja lećet' a kajaćeš se boga mi. Aman luda glavo bježala si spaljene duše, đe ćeš? Mora se majke i braće viđet' , ubiće te neki ludak na ulici a onda ostaviš tugu za sobom. A šta je sve bilo, i šta će se sve dešavat', baš me briga. Umalo iz Beograda do Loznice, sletješe nekoliko puta u provaliju. Gleda vozač Isaka, navikao on da gleda krupne Bosance, ali ovo čudo nije. Malo pa u retrovizoru mjeri Isaka kada ustane i pogne glavu da ne udari u plafon. Trebalo je da mu naplatim tri karte. Onda ga sirene drugih kola opomenu i psovke putnika. A i oni u čudu gledaju u saputnika. Ramena mu pokrila oba naslona. U Loznici je čekaju braća, stariji Jovan i mlađi Stevan. Rekla im je još davno da je Isak crnac. Ne sprdaj se Stano, kad' je za tebe dobar neka vala bude kakav 'oće, ne smeta nam, samo sestru da nam čuva. A mi ćemo njega ovamo kod nas, neće ga niko u selu smjet' pogledat'. Autobus je stao između njihovog golfa i stanice. Gužva na putu, Stana i Isak izašli i čekaju da autobus produži dalje. Ona jedva zadržava suze, tu na par kilometara vršena razmjena zarobljenika i u džaku kosti najstarijeg brata. Sve kao juče da je bilo. Isak primijeti i pridrža je, da ne padne.

Kola napraviše prostora, vozač autobusa još u retrovizoru gleda grmalja i odmahujući glavom dodaje gas, autobus nestaje u dimu isparenja. Stevan pretrčava put, širi ruke put sestre, a onda zatečen bježi nazad, Jole kolki' je **** te bog. Jovan zabavljen nečim ispod haube, još uvijek nije vidio sestru i gosta. Ne budali, kolki' je pa kolki' je, okreće se i sijeda na haubu. Njihova Stana krupna, kao i svi u familiji, ne mere ni zet bit' mali. Al' vid ti belaja, šta je ovo bog te veselio. Bojažljivo prilaze i grle i ljube sestru, plaču sve troje zagrljeni. A Isak plače sam, par metara dalje pogodila ga scena. A sejo što on plače, šta je njemu? Stana ih gleda ponosna. Lijepi su joj i stasiti kao sa filma.

Nastaje problem, sve su nekako uvezali i upakovali. Skoro se ne vidi koja su kola, e sada valja i Isaka upakovati unutra. Kako ga god namjeste po' njega viri napolje. Što ne reče sejo, traktorom bi došli po njega vid' kolki' je ko' bik. Jovan ga munu rukom, zar sa zetom tako i sestra ti došla. Vozio je golf u tim krajevima, svakojaki teret e ovo do danas nije. Oboriše zadnju klupu Isak sjede na pod gepeka a glavom podupire peta vrata, oko njega posložiše prtljag. Tek uz puni gas uspješe da krenu, prilijepljeni uz asfalt. Sat vremena se vuku do prodavnice tristotinak metara do kuće. Posle je loš put, moraće ga izbaciti napolje. A kako sad je čitavo selo ispred, neki piju a neki hvataju zjale. Neka bude kako 'oće. Na rupi ispred Isak otrese glavom u vrata, 'what a ****'? I prihvati se za glavu, Stojan se zacereka, Njemac je to bolan i Stana i Jovan se smiju do suza, i Isak počinje da se smije sve trljajući glavu. U tome su baš kod prodavnice i kafane. Gužva i krkljanac, došli i poznanici da je dočekaju, kada je nestala svi su plakali. A evo je sad' žive, vala ćemo popit za to. Izvlače stvari i pomažu Isaku da se izvuče napolje. Posle desetak minuta ispravi se Isak pored golfa i spusti ruku na krov. Golf malo iznad pupka, Stana u čudu gleda svoje seljake, nikad ih niko nije ostavio bez teksta. Evo i to čudo da vidi. Najkrupniji od njih, njoj nepoznat momak prilazi i obilazi oko njega. Bagerista navikao na krupne i batalne stvari ispravi se i isprsi pored njega. Nezadovoljan i postiđen ode i sjede na gajbu. Narod se ljubi i grli sa 'njihovom' Stanislavom, a opet preko ramena gleda u gosta. Polako se razdvojiše Jovan zastade, uđe u prodavnicu i kupi dvije gajbe piva da časti, ostali produžiše put kuće. Hvala vam komšije na dočeku i živjeli, popi pivo na iskap i kolima pođe kući. Majka je bila u kući, nije bila napolju. Nije mogla, šta ako se ne pojavi, njena radost i nadanje. Ovako će bolje sakriti suze i tugu, a neće doći znam ja to. Sjedi i čuje razgovor ispred kuće, njen djever i rođaci od podne su tu. Pekli su i prase, do sad' su ga i pojeli, eto ih pola pijanih napolju. Čim je poštar počeo da pjeva, to je kraj.

Neko se nakašlja na vratima, pa onda sitno pokuca. Stevan se šali sa mnom. Majko ja sam, tvoja Stana. Čuje joj korak, drugačiji je a mogao bi biti, i glas isto. Tek dlanovi preko lica, prstima dodiruje hladne dlanove. Možda me srce i starost vara. Samo da je ona, ići ću u svaku crkvu odavde do Banjaluke. Polako se okreće i ustaje otvara oči i gleda. Onda dlanom prelazi preko lica, lijepa je, obrve, oči, širi ruke i grabi je na njedra. Stežu jedna drugu bez riječi u zagrljaj. Pričaj mi bilo šta srećo moja, samo da te slušam. Stana je miluje i priča, isto kao ona njoj dok ju je kao malu uspavljivala. Jovan i Stevan brinu da neko ne uvrijedi zeta, bespotrebno jer kad se džin nasmije i kada su vidjeli da mu zidarsko pivo nestane čitavo u šaci niko nema komentara. Samo se laktovima dohvate i ućute. Zaboravili što su došli.

Nekako bez dogovora, rat se ne pominje, ni groblje. Priča se o svemu i svačemu, Isak shvatio da je on i bez želje da privuče pažnju, glavna atrakcija i preko dana zabavlja djecu. I oni ga zovu Časlave, čuli od Stane i svidjelo im se. A ne može ni da gleda Stanu kako plače, bude mu muka. A svako malo se smiju i zaplaču. Ne izdrža, 'sto vi stalno place i smije'? 'Isak tesko, ne voli place. Pomognem ne place'? Došao ispod trešnje i jedno po jedno dijete stavlja na grane kao vrapce. Idu za njime i nagovaraju ga da ide sa njima u drugo selo. Stariji su pa ih biju u školi, sad sa Časlavom naplatili bi sve razbijene noseve. Jovan pokosio livadu, onoga dana kada su došli, mora se sijeno pokupiti a sestre mu žao. Izvlači se da ne primijete. Isak primijetio došao do njega i traži vilu, vidi da i Jovan ima jednu u prikolici. Tek tu se vidi, Isak radi kao mašina već do podne sve u plastovima. A on se jedva zagrijao, Jovan zapanjen gleda kako radi, samo jednom mu pokazao a ovaj ne staje. Ni vode da popije, kamoli sjedne. Poče da kači plastove i prevlači do stožišta traktorom. 'Ide tamo ja ti donesem', zakači po dva tri i lagano kao krpu bez napora dovuče. Dodje i Stevan donese im ručak, ne vjeruje očima. Odmoriše u hladu nekoliko i Stevan sa komšijom poče da đene sijeno. Nekako sporo i nevješto, Isak pruži ruke ka njemu spusti ga kao pero dolje, okrenu se Jovanu, 'ti zna bolje'? Jovan klimnu, 'onda ide gore' i pomože mu da naskoči na stog, uze najduže vile i kao mašina poče da izbacuje i po pedeset kila na stog. Samo se čuje cviljenje drveta i Jovanovo, alal vjera. Kad' izbaci sve onda iz livade dovuče još i do tri sata sve je završeno. Ono čega se plašio, kiša poče desetak minuta poslije. Njih dvojica sjede na vratima štale jedan s' jedne drugi s' druge strane vrata. Dobar si ti čovjek Isak, 'zna Stana kaze isto dobar', 'kaze ofako i konj je dobar pa jase'. Obojica se smiju njegovome izgovoru. Naucim bogami ja sve, evo vidis obećavam.

Desetak dana prošlo, svi pokunjeni spremaju se za povratak. Braća ne dižu glave, jedino majka srećna. Eto molila se Svetoj Petki, i ispunila joj želju. Stana prebira pogledom brda oko sela, da joj duže traju. Teško guta i izbjegava sve i Časlava i braću. Samo sa majkom ćutke sjedi i gledaju se netremice. Razumiju se i bez riječi. Deset sati leta u tišini, bez i jedne riječi. Provjera na aerodromu i pitanje upućeno Isaku, you American citizen klimanje glavom, answer please? Yes, also Srbin from Bosnia. Uzima kofer i uzima Stanu ispod ruke. I sada su valjda negdje oko Džejmstauna, za drugo ne znam osim da se vole i da im je to dovoljno.

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