#oc: johni

[grrrechka]

Oc time!!

Oc challenge cuz I need to show em sometimes

(Fun fact; all of them are women)

[littlekhada]

Artwork made for @lothcat-chaos

Character owner credits:

Tumblr: @ lothcat-chaos Twitter: @ miowioo IG: @ Mika.wendelle

[kirihara]

adore

[thats-not-okie-dokie]

Meanwhile, in the Johnny Jambles universe...

These three are part of a mascot horror-esque story I've had brewing at the back of my mind for the past couple years. It's gonna be on the backburner for a long time, at least until the Bad Omens series is properly under way, but I still love drawing and designing these funky lil toons!

I also have more info and drawings of them up on my Artfight!

[vigilante24ish]

Divided (Grindelwald X Fem!OC X Dumbledore)

Summary:

Roxanne was a student at Hogwarts, a proud Hufflepuff that had managed to befriend not only Albus Dumbledore but his troublemaker secret friend, Gellert Grindelwald. The relationship between the three of them was blooming, uncertain feelings were growing between them, and uncertain decisions were to be made.

However, it was the duel and the death of Arianna that made the three of them take separate paths, their past now a tortuous burden in their everyday lives.

Years later, the special witch is approached by both of her childhood friends, at different times. Both ask the same thing from her….to join their side but under different terms.

With her never-forgotten emotions in her way and the fate of the world in danger, can she truly make that choice?

Can she turn her back on one friend and lover to help the other?

Paring: Albus Dumbledore x Fem!OC X Gellert Grindelwald

[A/N] - Grindelwald is one year younger than Albus and the same age as Roxanne (my oc). The story starts as Roxanne and Albus are young, following the attack on Arianna, and goes forward with Grindelwald's appearance. Eventually, it starts from the second movie and onwards. There is a polyamorous relationship between the three of them. Dumbledore and Grindelwald have feelings for one another, but each has feelings for Roxanne. She also has feelings for both of them, which creates this multi-directional love triangle.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[maskeddiany]

Johny you motherfucker why are you making me design your mega just for a joke

[butchsquatch]

#24 for reev, #5 for viko, #19 for vulp

aaand #30 for all three! 👃

here's the post in case anybody else has questions about my boys.

24. do they have any creative hobbies?

Reev learned how to play the guitar when he was a teen because of his intense love for Samurai! He doesn't play for a while and I think Johnny gets him to start doing it again.

5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

Viko has definitely leaned toward aesthetics most of his life, especially when he was working at Arasaka! Lots of cool jackets, he's a sucker for those. As things progress with the Relic and in 2079 though, he gets a lot more practical; a lot more comfortable outfits.

19. are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

YES! He has a very hard time keeping his anger in. He gets mad when he feels he's not being respected or when people are trying to fuck him over. When people get in his way of success too, he gets so mad about that.

30.do they smell like anything notable?

oooh lovely..... Reev always smells like gun powder and probably CHOOH2? Viko smelled like a fancy cologne when he was working for Arasaka. Burrito XXL, Nicola Fire, and blood during the main game. Evelyn's weird cigarettes, alcohol, and Kerry's body wash during Phantom Liberty (he spends a lot of time going between Dogtown and Kerry's villa). Hair dye and beer in 2079.

Vulp???? Damn what does he smell like...Honestly cheap body wash. I will report back once I play more with him and learn what he's all about.

[waflof]

Wake the fuck up samurai we have a city to burn

Took me a whole month to finish this drawing (90 percent of that time being spent on this background- i only have myself to blame 🫣) but im really really proud of it and am happy to call this my first finished drawing of 2025!

This is my boi Alwyn, and yes, he's been ungraciously stabbed

TW: stabbed and bloody

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Damage Gets Done - SAS: Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 11

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |-| Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14

Summary: When a figure from her past is badly wounded, Diana must put herself in danger to save him

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Blood, gore, graphic violence, death

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl @6thofapril1917 @dcyllom @footprintsinthesxnd @regseekings

A/N: me? posting diana again? more likely than you'd think

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Andrew let out another groan as the car sped over a pothole, clutching at the bloody hole in his abdomen as his expression contorted in agony. Diana's gaze darted wildly like cornered prey, from the wound to the world passing by outside to a panicked Johnny in the driver's seat, trying to focus as Reg barked at him to keep driving. Her hands were entirely red, not a glimpse of flesh still visible, leaving bloody streaks in Schulz's blonde hair as her fingertips combed through it in a vain effort to soothe him.

"What the fuck are we doing here?!" She yelled, unable to fight the hint of terror that laced her voice.

"We're gonna drive to the next town and look for a doctor," Reg declared, struggling to decipher the crumpled old map he'd found in the glove box.

"Flimsy fucking plan - what if we don't find one? We just waste time until he dies?!"

"If we keep going for much longer he's dead anyway!" He barked, turning in his seat to glare back at her. For the briefest of moments, she saw that rage everyone always talked about - that violence that gave Reg Seekings his reputation, the aggression he'd never once thrown her way. She'd watched him gun down countless men - hell, she'd helped him do it. But he'd never snapped at her before. In its own way, it was somehow worse.

She shrank back into her seat like a scolded child, and for a moment he was stuck still, teeth bared in a snarl. Something flickered in Reg's eyes, as if he'd suddenly realised who he was talking to, and his expression fell. "Diana, I-"

"Save it. Find a fucking doctor."

Reg turned reluctantly, brow furrowed as he stared back down at the map, occasionally muttering directions to Johnny. Sat across from her, Andrew's legs crumpled uncomfortably across his lap, Kershaw stared, his gaze burning a hole into the side of Diana's head. She glared back for a second before her attention was ripped away by another agonised groan. Tilting her head up towards the roof of the car, she fought to blink away hot tears before they could spill. Even now, there was a part of her that was desperate not to cry in front of these men.

The breaks screeched as they sped into the next town, rolling to a sudden halt, and for a moment she could breathe again. Sliding Andrew off of her as gently as she could, Diana scrambled out of the car, wasting no time worrying about her bloodied appearance as she began to move. "Johny, keep the car running. Dave... just keep him alive as long as you can," she uttered. Reg was already climbing out as they headed further into the town, the stink of metal stinging her nostrils.

"We'll split up," He nodded firmly. "Find someone fast, bring them back here."

"If you need to leave without me, just do it. Don't wait."

She could tell he wanted to object, but she didn't intend to give him the chance. Veering down the first side street she passed, Diana picked up the pace, breaking into a steady jog, the sweat on her palms turning dried blood back to liquid again.

It was quiet here - too quiet. If she hadn't been so distracted it would've raised alarm, but all she could think was how greatly the sparsity lowered her chances of finding someone - anyone - who could help. She emerged onto another main road, the street sloping upwards slightly towards a huge house. In Cairo, it would've blended in seamlessly, but here it stuck out like a sore thumb, rising above every other building that surrounded it.

It reminded her of the military hospital back home.

If she'd been thinking straight, she would've steered clear of the place.

But Diana's mind had never been hazier. She sped up once more, beginning to run as she scaled the slope, never pausing to catch her breath as she reached the building.

Her fist came down against the door in rapid succession, the quick thud thud thud echoing out through the inside. But there was no time to wait, and when no immediate response came, she moved further around the place, searching desperately for any other possible means of entrance.

Halfway along the side wall was an opening - a long, narrow walkway extending straight from the alley to the central courtyard, and from here, she could see the palm trees inside, the fountain bubbling away. Diana tugged at the wrought iron gate, the hinges shrieking as it came open without resistance. She was staring a beast in the mouth. It was stupid. In the coming days, she would curse herself for this stupidity - curse her wretched mind for not warning her before it was too late.

But Diana could not have known what was to come. She slipped inside without a second thought, footsteps echoing against the tiled ground as she emerged into the courtyard.

Whitewashed walls rose high on all sides, the sun reflecting blindingly bright. A washing line extended across the yard suspended from opposite balconies up on the second floor, khaki shirts wafting gently in the breeze. Soldiers' uniforms. She grinned.

"Hello?! Anyone?!" Diana yelled, nothing but silence echoing back towards her. "Hello?!"

A door opened across the yard. She couldn't stop from smiling, a breath of relief escaping her. But then the figure stepped into the light. He was huge - bigger than any of the men in L Detachment, easily comparable to the brutes her father used to bring in for practice. Except there was no one to pay this man - no one to chastise him for hurting her. And above the breast pocket of his shirt, she spied the all-too-familiar eagle emblem that decorated the uniforms of the German army.

Sparing a second glance up at the washing line, she found every one of the shirts was the same. How had she been so blind?

Diana's hand reached for her belt, the blood draining from her face as she came up empty.

Where the fuck was her gun.

"Well," The soldier spoke, a relaxed edge to his voice that only succeeded in scaring her further. "Looks like we've gotten into some trouble, eh?"

She was still covered in blood, shirt still sticking to her skin in the places where it had become too thoroughly saturated to dry, even out in the desert air. She looked like hell. She looked like she'd just murdered several men with her bare hands. But if the English on her tongue hadn't been enough to betray her, the fear in her eyes certainly was.

There was no time to think. As soon as the pieces had fallen together, Diana turned on her heel, making a dash back the way she had come.

A hand seized her hair, a yelp escaping her as she was yanked backwards. She'd never expected a man of his size to be so fast. It became suddenly apparent that she was hopelessly, embarrassingly outmatched.

No one had prepared her for this.

How couldn't they have? How could her father have been so goddamn fucking stupid?

He'd trained her to fight in the comfort of her own home. Taught her using hired men, men who would only get paid at the end of the day if they drilled her in precisely the right way. All her life, without even realising it, there had been a subtle confidence in the back of Diana's mind, secure in the knowledge that - whilst these men might bruise her, scold her, humiliate her - they could never truly damage her.

That confidence was gone.

She lost her footing as he dragged her, just long enough to tumble onto her back, hitting the stone tiles with a pained groan and momentarily knocking the wind from her lungs. Gasping for a breath, Diana rolled onto her knees, narrowly dodging the first blow as a hard kick brushed past her. She lunged head first, seizing him around the middle without just enough momentum to send them both tumbling into the fountain pool, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she was momentarily submerged, scrambling to distance herself as quickly as possible.

But the fall scarcely seemed to slow the soldier down, and as Diana clambered out of the water, a sudden strike to the face caught her off-guard, eyes filling with tears the moment his fist collided with her nose. She stumbled back, but the blow had left her shell-shocked, unable to force her body to move in time before a second punch came. Then a third - knocking her this way and that until her head was spinning, her vision blurred.

How could he? How could her father have wasted her life with training so useless? How could he have deemed her ready, and sent her out into the world, only for her to crumble so fast?

He had her by the hair again. By now, she was too dazed to follow his movements, and barely had time to swallow a gulp of air before her head was forced under the water again, his fist holding her down as his other hand pinned one of her arms against her back.

Diana was panicking now, the water filling her nostrils and stinging her throat as she kicked out blindly with her legs. He pushed his body forward, knees pinning her against the side of the pool. She couldn't move.

I'm going to die here. And for what?

She opened her eyes, water pricking at her corneas, her body screaming at her to close them again. But she refused. The water was clean, clear enough to see through to the bottom, to the pipe running into the base of the fountain, pumping it with water to keep it going.

Diana blinked, squeezing her eyes shut for a second before taking another look. Yes, there it was. Every now and then, a cluster of air bubbles would rise from one of the joints, rising to burst on the surface. There was a gap - somewhere down there, the pipe had come loose.

She could feel that she was running out of time. But he had only enough hands to hold down one of hers. She reached out, desperately grasping for the pipe, pulling as hard as she could. The soldier noticed, distracted as he let go of her first hand to bend down and reach for the other.

Feeling her other hand suddenly come free, Diana groped blindly behind her until she felt skin, digging her nails in as hard as they would gold go, gouging into the flesh of his face.

He let out a cry of pain, stumbling as he raised both hands to cover his injury. She may have only had a second of freedom, but it was enough. Frantically raising her head above the surface, Diana took a hard gulp of air, so swift that it seared her throat, giving the pipe one last, fierce tug with both hands. She felt the metal give way, and suddenly the fountain's peaceful bubbling stopped, a jet of water spraying out at an awkward angle as droplets evaporated into mist in the African heat.

Before the soldier had a chance to seize her again, she had taken a swing. The pipe was heavier than she'd thought, hitting the side of his head with a loud, hollow pang. He was on the ground, still conscious, but barely. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins harder than it ever had before, blood thumping in her ears, blocking out anything but the sound of her own rapid heartbeat. She couldn't think.

And when the man moved, she hit him again.

Something in his skull cracked. He wouldn't move again.

But in the moment, this didn't seem to matter. Diana brought the pipe down against his head once, twice more, until he was just as covered in blood as she was, a ragged cry tearing itself from her chest.

"Fuck!" She sobbed, collapsing backwards onto the ground. Anyone could've found her here. Hell, Andrew could already be dead by now. But she couldn't force herself to move.

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The room was spinning - the fountain, now broken beyond repair, spilling out a pool of water that edged slowly closer and closer. There was blood on her hand - on her chest, on her face, the taste of it reaching her tongue. One of her eyes was swelling shut, but even as her vision blurred, she could not tear it from the body at her feet - sprawled across the tiles, lying on his face as she sat silently beside him, leaning back on her elbows, the metal pipe in her hand leaving her palm cold and numb.

Footsteps echoed off the walls, approaching from the corridor behind her, speeding up from a stroll to a run, getting louder and louder with each passing second. But the sound scarcely reached her, the thrumming of her heartbeat the only thing that felt real. Solid. The only thing she could truly focus on.

The footsteps reached her, and she grew aware of a figure standing beside her, pausing a moment to take in the chaos.

"... Fuckin' hell."

She felt a gentle hand take her wrist, softly prying the pipe from her grip, letting it roll away across the tiles with a metallic clatter. The figure reached around beneath her arms, hands meeting across her chest as she was unceremoniously pulled up to stand, her feet feeling awkward and weak beneath her. Diana opened her mouth, heaving a few breaths before she could speak, a droplet of blood rolling out over her lip.

"... Reg?" She whispered.

"Shhh. It's okay. You're okay. I got you."

I got you.

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Diana could feel sweat beading against her skin as she slowly regained consciousness, peeling open one eye, the other too swollen to go all the way. The tent walls rippled in the soft desert breeze, sand blowing in under the doorway. She took a deep breath, fighting against the headache that drummed behind her eyes as she pushed herself up on her elbows to half-sit, throat like sandpaper when she swallowed.

The tent flap was pulled back, and David Stirling crept quietly inside, brow furrowed, canister clutched tightly. His gaze flickered over her, doing a double take as he realised she was awake. "Jesus Christ," He sighed, lowering himself into the chair beside her cot. "Don't do that again."

"...How long have I been out?" She croaked. He held out the canister, and she snatched it from his hand, upturning the water to let it flow down her throat, an instant balm to her pain.

"You've been in and out for two days, but I doubt you'd remember anything. The 'in's never lasted long."

Diana nodded, another jolt of pain hitting her head as she moved it, dabbing a droplet of water from her chin.

"Do you know where we are?" David asked.

She coughed weakly. "Unfortunately."

A smile curled his lip. "She's back."

Easing herself down, she let her head sink back into the pillow.

"... Andrew?"

"Alive. Miraculously. As are you, somehow - you managed to wander into a German barracks, you bloody idiot."

"God," Diana groaned, lifting a hand to cover her face in embarrassment, flinching slightly as it skimmed across the bruised skin. "Please don't tell the others, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Oh, they already know," He nodded, interrupting before she could groan again. "They're rather impressed you made it out at all, actually."

"Bet they are," She sighed.

Letting out a grunt, David pushed himself back up to stand, heading towards the entrance. "I'll let the others know you're awake. You should get up - it'll do you good to go for a wander. I dragged Gamal up here and he figures your brain's probably still intact," They both chuckled somewhat bitterly at this, and he paused just as he was about to leave. "Oh, and - you might want to avoid looking in a mirror for the next few days. Sight for sore eyes."

"Oh, fuck off," Diana scoffed, tossing the now-empty canister after him as he went.

Alone once more, she sat up on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest as she took a deep breath.

Something was different now.

Something had shifted.

Deep down, she wasn't sure she could pinpoint precisely what it was - what was gone, what had arrived that wasn't there before.

But a part of Diana Fayed had drowned in that fountain.

That much was certain.

[ladytrist]

my covey oc are named Johnie Sky (Johnie Scot), Alice Ivy (Lady Alice) and Bel Indigo ( from Lady Isabel and the Elf King). i am so normal about them they’re all i can think about

Wait these are so good! I’m actually such a sucker for how Suzanne names her covey characters. Bel Indigo has a nice ring to it.

[callsign-mirage]

Outsiders x Dottie (OC!reader)

Bubblegum Incident

This is my first time writing for The Outsiders, so let me know if you would want anymore! I also would like to do this same idea for another fandom (maybe Harry Potter?).

Summary: A soc puts gum in Dottie's hair, which results in a haircut.

               

Dottie sat in her room feeling ashamed. She didn’t want to face the boys and have them see the result of how she couldn’t defend herself. Dottie was a beautiful girl. Her looks were just the beginning of the person she was. Her gentle nature made people question whether she was an actual greaser. Though she never participated in rumbles or scrapes that would happen, Dottie undoubtfully stood with the boys. She had gotten close with Ponyboy in school, having helped him catch up on schoolwork he missed and anything that he had trouble with. His brothers, especially Dally, viewed her as an angel for keeping their brother on track in school.

                This earned her the privilege of meeting the main group. and them adopting her as a sister. Even Ponyboy couldn’t help but to see her as a little sister, even though she was a couple months younger. As Dottie laid on her bed, she refused to go over and face them. Running her hand through her once long hair. As it once fell near her hips, the locks were below her jawline now. She squeezed her eyes shut not wanting the tears to fall as she remembered the terrible encounter. A group of socs had cornered her as she walked home two days ago, poking and joking to her how she was dirty and greasy. One had leaned over and remarked that her hair was probably drenched in grease that should be taken care of. He had pulled his gum from his mouth, stretching it out and wadding it into her hair. She had tried to fight him off, but she was useless against the grip of two others.  

                Her mother had gasped as she came home, hair wrecked and tears falling. The only solution was to cut it out, resulting in the short cut she sported now. The look wasn’t awful, it made her look more mature and rugged, but Dottie���s hair had always been long. She was scared the boys would make fun of her, saying something that boys don’t realize would hurt her feelings.

                The time she had been away had worried the boys. Ponyboy had tried to call her house multiple times only getting her mom telling him that Dottie wasn’t feeling well. The boys had thought about making a trip over, but Darry said it wouldn’t be a smart idea barging over. They decided to just wait until you were feeling better to see them again.

                After a couple days, and Dottie’s mother, she finally made the journey over. She took several deep breaths before knocking. Dottie knew she was allowed to just enter, but felt like she should knock after not being around her a bit. Standing there for a few seconds before the door swung open revealing Darry. His face lifting into a smile seeing the familiar girl before his eyes drifted towards her short hair. He didn’t bring it up as he brought her into a comforting hub.

                “Dottie, we’ve been missing you around here.” Darry’s soft voice alerted the others from the living room. They all got up from their lounging positions and went towards the door. Releasing Dottie, Darry led her in the house. She met with many arms wrapped around her. Her nerves slipped away momentarily. All the nerves leaving as she was surrounded by her friends. Ponyboy pulled away first catching a glimpse of her appearance.

                “I love what you’ve done with your hair!” He said making all the boys pull back to look. They all took turns sending compliments her way.

                “It looks real good, sweetheart.”- Sodapop

                “SO pretty.”- Steve

                “You look like one of ‘em rocker chicks”- Twobit

                “Looks really nice.” – Johny

                All the boys said something nice, before Dally came up and ruffled her hair, “What made you cut it? I thought you liked keepin it long?” Dottie bit her lip not wanting to tell. She didn’t keep anything from them, but she knew that if she said anything that they would be livid. The boys would do something stupid to get payback, and Dottie didn’t want that to happen. Her lack of words made the greasers suspicious.

                “What’s wrong dots?” Soda grabbed her hand trying to get her to look at him. She held eye contact as she opened her mouth. No words finding their way out just yet, only tears welling up in her eyes. Soda gently pulled her over to the couch as the others followed. Giving her a bit of space as the found a spot to sit around the room. After a minute of silence Dottie finally confessed and told them what happened. They all stood up and begin to talk over each other. Shouts of “they won’t get away with this!” and “Those dirty socs!” filling up the house. Dottie held her arms up and shook her head. As Dally quietly slipped from the house, Dottie caught their attention.              

                “No guys, I don’t want you all to cause anymore fuss. Yeah, what they did was wrong, but it’s not worth going out there and getting into more trouble.” The boys exchanged looks before sitting back down. Dottie let out a breath feeling a but calmer now that the boys weren’t about to barge out into the streets looking for a fight with ever soc they saw. The boys tried to sooth over the previous tension by talking to Dottie about how she looks just as great as before.               

                “Yeah, now we can actually see your face!” earning two bit a smack on the back of the head from Johny. They all started laughing falling back into their usual comfort now that Dittie was finally back.         

“Hey where’s Dally?”

[zippy-elly]

IT'S MY GIRL!!!! OR RATHER IT'S MY GIRL'S GIRL!!!

Here's Johni! She's an NPC from our d&d game, Fate Dream's End. I made her for one of the other players for Christmas 2022!

[zippy-elly]

Penelope! number 26!

"Is your OC the one who receives the jacket or gives the jacket in their relationship?"

Penelope is both, in a way! She's definitely receiving the jacket from Johni, because she's so focused on making sure everyone is staying warm that she forgets to keep herself warm sometimes.

[vigilante24ish]

Divided (Grindelwald X OC X Dumbledore)

Summary:

Roxanne was a student at Hogwarts, a proud Hufflepuff that had managed to befriend not only Albus Dumbledore but his troublemaker secret friend, Gellert Grindelwald. The relationship between the three of them was blooming, uncertain feelings were growing between them, and uncertain decisions were to be made.

However, it was the duel and the death of Arianna that made the three of them take separate paths, their past now a tortuous burden in their everyday lives.

Years later, the special witch is approached by both of her childhood friends, at different times. Both ask the same thing from her….to join their side but under different terms.

With her never-forgotten emotions in her way and the fate of the world in danger, can she truly make that choice?

Can she turn her back on one friend and lover to help the other?

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Pairing: Gellert Grindelwald x Fem!OC x Albus Dumbledore

Next - Chapter 2: Years Come & Years Go

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Godric's  Hollow was a little village famous to wizards, but it was only as the place of origin and rest for the famous Wizard: Godric Gryffindor. 

In that village, a few wizarding families lived there, hiding in secret amongst the muggles. Among them, three great families were the main ones that history will remember later.

The first was the Louises. A British woman fell in love with an American wizard and bore an intelligent and sweet daughter together.

Their close neighbours were the Dumbledores. A family of five with three thriving young children and two Gifted parents, all living in harmony.

Last was the Bagshots, from which only one woman had remained in that old big house at the edges of the little village.

They were the only wizarding families to exist there, and because of that, they made sure to keep in contact with one another.

While Bathilda Bagshot spent most of her days as a historian and buried in her books, the Louises befriended the Dumbledores.

The couple's oldest child, Roxanne, was only a year younger than their eldest, Albus. Those two didn't truly click from day one, but slowly, they started to enjoy the company of one another.

Kendra Dumbledore would often invite young Roxanne to dinner, knowing very well that the little girl had lost her mother at birth and there was no other female in her life. This kind gesture was something Roxanne would never forget, and it would eventually drive her to pursue the same in her relationship with others, mostly the three siblings of the Dumbledore family.

Roxanne, especially, often found herself accompanying young Arianna to the village or hanging around with her; playing games and reading stories to one another.

However, fate had its dark fingers stretched for a long time, and it was about time for it to impact their lives forever and shape their futures.

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One day, 6-year-old Arianna and 9-year-old Roxanne took a stroll to gather some sprint-blooming flowers for their parents.

Roxanne was a metamorphmagus, capable of altering her appearance at will. Of course, being so young, she lacked the superb control older ones had. This often resulted in her hair changing colour and wearing a wig outside.

But when she was around the Dumbledores, she could herself. Her biggest admirer was Arianna, who always loved seeing her older friend's shape-shifting abilities.

On that particular day, Roxanne was focusing strongly on her emotions and imagination. Her hair quickly turned from its natural black to green and even purple before taking a neon blue shade.

Arianna clapped with happiness, holding a small basket filled with flowers in one hand. She chuckled at the little show, and that moment of happiness awakened something within her.

The female Dumbledore was always gifted with strong magic, which had appeared earlier than most. When she was at her most happy, she felt confident about trying small things.

For example, to focus on a red tulip that was held in Roxanne's hands and make it orange. This was their favourite little game, and Roxanne always encouraged her to keep trying while telling her how amazing she would become once she attended Hogwarts.

Yet, on that particular day, they were not alone. Three muggle boys from the neighbouring village had come to cause trouble once again, having vandalised fields and houses before.

They spied upon the two unsuspicious girls, wanting to prank them, but their plans came to a halt when they noticed how both were different.

"Witch!" One of them shouted, and a finger was pointed in their direction. 

Immediately, the two girls stopped their little giggles and froze like deer spotted by a hunter. Turning their attention to the boys hiding behind a tree not so far away, they saw that Roxanne was trying to solve the situation.

"Hey, we are not witches. What makes you think we are one? I mean, witches aren't real," she said, trying her best to make them change their minds.

A small panic had started to build up inside of her and it took all of her willpower not to lose control of her abilities and let her hair change colour. 

"Liar! We saw you!" Another boy shouted and picked up a rock, aiming for Roxanne.

He threw the stone and it hit the edge of her forehead, quickly damaging the skin and causing blood to come from it.

"Hey!" Arianna shouted, rushing to stand in front of Roxanne. "Sta-stay away! Leave!" She shouted, trying to sound brave to the boys who were far older than her.

However, her little heroic moment seemed to only induce fear and worry into their hearts. Another one grabbed a stone and threw it at Arianna, barely missing an eye.

"Get the witches! Let's burn them!" The third boy shouted, riling up the other two.

Immediately, Roxanne pushed Arianna further behind her, and she got her firsts ready. She was not a fighter, but she would not let any harm come to the little girl.

Before any of them knew it, the battle had begun. Roxanne tried her best to block any blows, but her little experience and short stature did not help. She eventually delivered a good punch, knowing so by the sharp pain from her bruised knuckles.

But she received plenty; one attack was with the help of a stone that knocked her to the ground. A visible wound and future scar would forever form on her cheekbone, where the last hit of that fight was delivered.

Not long after that Roxanne found her way to the ground and Arianna climbed onto the tree terrified, they heard a familiar voice.

"What is going on?!" The head of the Dumbledore family, Percival, shouted.

Immediately, the boys scattered, too afraid to deal with anyone else. Yet, that would not be the last time he would encounter them for what they did.

"Daddy!" Arianna shouted from the branch she was hiding, tears staining her beautiful face, and her whole body was shaking from the sobs and the fear those boys caused her.

Dizzy, Roxanne slowly lifted herself off the ground. Her head was killing her, her right-hand knuckles bruised and sore from the hit she delivered. A stinging pain made her touch her cheekbone with her good hand, only to flinch as she made that pain worse.

Her feet felt wobbly and she struggled to stand when someone grabbed her, holding them in their embrace.

"Roxie! Are you ok?" Dumbledore asked, having joined his father in the search for the two girls who were late to return home.

"Albus" the metamorphmagus whispered his name, amber eyes opening to look into his blue ones.

Relief flashed through her whole body, feeling a sudden safety in his hands. She gave just the weakest of smiles before passing out in his arms.

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What followed next would forever be enraged in everyone's memory.

Roxanne did not get badly injured, and her wounds were nothing some healing spells and potions could not fix. Thankfully for her, her father was a former doctor at St. Magot and knew how to help.

That, though, did not mean that she was free to return to her usual lifestyle. Her father,  after passing, scared that he would lose her too, made it clear that she would take a week to rest at minimum. In addition, he forbade her from going anywhere unattended.

Yet, it was the Dumbledore family that had it worse.

Percival was furious at what had transpired between the muggle boys and the two girls. His daughter, just 6 years of age, was crying upstairs for days, terrified to go out or use her powers.

The child feared those boys or men would come after them and hunt them down like the witches back in Salem, a story she often heard in their little muggle village school. On top of that, Arianna felt guilty about Roxanne's situation.

She blamed her powers that they were the ones drawing the attention of the boys. What she once cherished and enjoyed, she now hated and cursed for existing.

Percival could not take that torture anymore, and so he vowed his revenge. One dreadful night he walked out of the house, not a word to anyone about where he was going.

The answer came the following day when the three boys were found lifeless in the same field they had attacked the two girls. 

Of course, muggles did not realize that the killing curse had been the one to their lives. They thought that some sick killer had attacked them and simply made that village and Godric's Hollow stay on alert.

The British Ministry, on the other hand, was quick to connect the dots. Breaking a very serious law, there was only one single punishment for him; Azkaban. 

One would say that he could defend himself and explain the reasons for his attack, but he knew that if he spoke of the two children, there would be consequences. Magic was forbidden to be used outside of school, let alone unsupervised and out in the open.

He would not risk the lives of the two girls, so he chose to remain silent until his upcoming death, never once asking to see his family again.

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A few months later, September was just around the corner. The funeral of the boys had been held, and no one suspected that wizards were behind their deaths.

However, rumours started to spread in Godric's Hollow after Percival's sudden disappearance. Thankfully for Kendra, Jasper Louise remained a close friend and stood by her side as the months passed.

Albus received his letter throughout the summer and was officially accepted as a Hogwarts student. While most would be ecstatic about the news, he wasn't. 

The absence of his father laid heavy in his heart, every day a reminder of his eternal punishment and the reason for it. His sister had isolated herself and rarely came out, making him often feel as if he had lost a sibling for real.

The only little light in his life at that time was Roxanne. Despite all that took place, she stood by his side and by his sister's side as well. Deep down, Albus was thankful for a lot of things when it came to Roxanne. 

One and the most important, perhaps, was the fact that she defended Arianna by risking her own life. If she had not been there, perhaps it would be his dear sister lying on the ground with wounds.

The two of them sat under a weeping willow on a small hill, having a great view of their village just a little further away. That place had become their little hideout, somewhere where they could escape everyone and everything.

With their backs pressed against the tree bark, Roxanne leaned to rest her head on his shoulder. Her right cheek and cheekbone bore a long scar, a reminder of that unjustified attack by the muggle boys.

She did not bother with it, but often, when Albus looked at it, he could not help but remember. Remember how late he was, how powerless he was and how his father paid due to this ridiculous secrecy they were forced to endure.

"I think it will be amazing at Hogwarts," Roxanne said, a small smile on her lips as she read the letter of acceptance over and over. "Although, it has a lot of studying", she commented, never failing to notice the big list of books that he had to purchase. 

Her naive nature had managed to amuse Albus and make him smile. "Don't worry, next year you will get your own. Then, you can worry about your studies," he said and snatched the letter from her hands.

"Hey," she exclaimed but could not help the chuckle escaping her lips. Her hair immediately turned a faint orange, and she quickly moved her body to grab the letter back.

She was too slow and Albus had already pulled it out of her reach. She ended up falling forward, landing on his lap while he held the letter with triumphant in one hand.

"Remind me not to let you try out for a seeker," he joked, making her pout like a child and blow a strand off her face.

Bringing her body back to a normal sitting position, she looked at him; her smile long gone. "I will miss you. It will be boring without you here"

Albus placed his hand on top of hers in a reassuring manner. "You know I will write to you and be back for Christmas and summer."

Roxanne lifted her picky finger. "Promise?" She asked with the most innocent face possible, her hair a light blue.

He wrapped his pinkie around hers. "I promise"

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My younger self would be so proud.

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Veronica 💢 🕷️ 👪 and ❤️ :3

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

usually she takes some extra time in the begining of the night to put a pretty face X'D washing, makeup, outfit, nails etc... thos some of her images take less time of preparation (like punk for example)

I can remember one specific moment in the game when she didnt have time to make herself all pretty and such because had lots of things to do and later on regreted this bc was mocked in elysium by it's keeper toreador and her goons, and im sure it wasn't the only ocasion in her life, so yeah i think as years go she keeps taking her preening routine more seriously and personal, probably OCD in some sense

another trait of her that some vampires might have troubles to getting used to - she has high level of humanity, so she would be against hurting inosent people, or killing anybody etc

if you have troubles or problems, she is willing to help, but it might turn into her giving her advice that you haven't asked for. so for you it might be pretty irritating, sometimes she's crossing the line

🕷 SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

her beast taking over resulting in her hurting others (happened at least several times in our game), her loosing her humanity completely and her turning into inhumane bloodthirsty monster

loosing everyone she loves, being completely lonely

hurting kids - she even has tabu on drinking blood from children and teenagers

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

her biological family: back in 1920s, before she became vampire, she had father and mother, older sister and younger sister. older sister was married and had husband and little son Tommy (around 6-7 years old. the only character i came up with a name hahaa). her family origianally lived in little town near Chicago. Veronica had big dream of becoming singer or actress in Chicago. Her parents were judjemental of her lifestyle there and were telling her to stop this nonsense and marry already, like her big sister. So Veronica didn't have very good relationship with her parents but it wasn't awful either. Her relationship with her sisters were better

But after her embrace her sire arranged it so that Veronica was noted as dead so... Veronica hasn't had a chance to see her family again, because she had to keep the masquarade... Her family were heartbroken and her parents made a conclusion that nothing good comes from girl chasing her stupid dreams in a big city U_U

Even tho it was dangerous and painful Veronica sometimes would sneak to see how is her family doing

her last relatieve who remembered her - her nephew Tommy - died in nursing home around 80s. Veronica visited him there once, the second time she came he was already gone

sad is the story of immortal creatures

but neitherway, during her vampire years of life, she made friends and connections

there are vampires that I think she would call her family

for example her coterie members - Rene (character of my friend Kate), Jaquilene (character of my friend @tench-art), Charlie (character of my friend @osatokun)

her sire Moore, her friend anarch Jack, her friend Johny

fairy Monica also quikly won a place in Veronica's heart, and she thinks of her as her little sister (Monica called her big sis several times anyway haha)

and Veronica's current boyfriend brujah Jake is going to become her long term relationship (for at least several years for sure. its rare for vampires to have relationship forever) so he's also getting a place in her found family haha

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

attention, help, gifts, doing something for you, hugs, kisses, flirting idk

Link to the ask meme post