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A WHF Blog for my OCs and other things // They/He // Lvl 24 // Taken ♤ Art, writing, RP ♤

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"Sometimes it really is easier to just forget..."

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My name is Matty/Matt, and I've been into WHF for a handful of years now, and it's such a comfort game for me! I am 22 and I am taken! My pronouns are they / he!

General Info:

This blog is gonna focus mostly on my We Happy Few OCs (I have quite a handful)

I am an artist, a writer, and a roleplayer

There will be darker themes and possible NSFW stuff here and there. I will try to tag accordingly!

Check out the links in my bio for character info and whatnot!

I am open for roleplay! I am a literate roleplayer, I would just rather roleplay on Discord. Send me a DM here if interested!

Please don't hesitate to send me any asks, especially about my OCs! I adore them and I get in a WHF headspace so it makes me so happy-)

My OCs:

❤️ Sgt. Horus Hunt ❤: A red rank Bobby who works to protect Uncle Jack and has been looking after him after he came off his Joy. Horus is a Downer but he keeps it hidden and he carries a lot of guilt and self hate.

🧡 Sgt. Vincent Morris 🧡: A white rank Bobby who works at Hayworth Labs. He is very sadistic and mean and abuses his power, but under the surface, he struggles with PTSD and religious trauma.

💛 Jonathan Wesley 💛: A blue rank Bobby who used to patrol around Nick Lightbearer's home before Nick went on holiday. Now he works under Horus at the Broadcasting Tower. He is recovering from coming off his Joy.

💚 Audrey Wesley 💚: A Wastrel woman who was never able to take Joy and is fighting to make everyone come to their senses before they starve. Jonathan Wesley's little sister, whom he forgot about.

💙 Billy Morris 💙: Was one of the few children to escape the trains. He now runs errands for the citizens of Wellington Wells in exchange for food, board, or war memorabilia. He is also a pickpocket and is Vincent Morris's little brother.

🩵 Ophelia Springs 🩵: Used to be a musical duo with her lover Anette before they were discovered. Ophelia is now on Joy and has been forced to work at the Reform Club.

💜 Anette Thompsin 💜: A Wastrel who used to be a musical duo with her lover. When they were discovered, Anette was given Joy but couldn't stomach it, so she is being kept at the Labs with the Plague victims and is being researched.

🤍 Raphael Alexandre 🤍: A red rank Bobby who attempts to hide his French descent. He is very anxious and prone to anxiety attacks.

🖤 Michael (Mischa) Avelin 🖤: A blue rank Jewish Bobby who fled with his family from Russia during the war. He was shot in the knee by German soldiers when he was younger and now wears a leg brace and occasionally limps.

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Ngl kinda hate how this came out but happy pride from Horus ♡

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We happy few oc sinking town meme!!

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Hey there uh just dropping this Vincent doodle because I love him

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Anette goes through yet another experimental injection of Joy and has a conversation with a Constable.

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Injection

“So, injecting me with that shit hundreds of times before always yielded the same results. Is this one different from all of those doses or is it going to be the same bloody thing?”

The Doctor fixes a silent glare at the woman as he holds her arm pinned to the arm of the chair with one hand, his other trying to steady a syringe filled with a white liquid as she squirms and shifts. He exhales heavily and gives her a hard look. The lanky male rotates the syringe so she can read the label: “Coconut”.

“Ah, I see. It tastes different so it's bound to have a different effect. Right?”

He rolls his eyes at her sarcastic tone, then finally plunges the tip of the needle into her scarred arm, injecting the Joy into her slowly. Once the contents have been emptied into her arm, he withdraws the needle and rises to his full height as there's a knock on the door.

“Malachi! Anette! Just the people I wanna see!”

Anette's face instantly scrunches in disdain as she hears the all-to-familiar cheery voice of the copper-headed Bobby that steps into the examination room. That white uniform only confirmed who it was, and Anette found herself immediately on edge.

The constable makes his way over to the doctor, reaching up to his ear and adjusting the hearing aid tucked into it. “Mal, you really need to get better at checking on that.”

The doctor gives a short nod, then begins to clean up his workspace as the constable makes his way over to Anette. The woman scoffs and doesn't even grace him with a glance.

“Hello, Troy.”

The constable stands in front of the woman and gazes down at her, pinching her chin between a gloved thumb and finger and tilting her head up. “Lovely day, innit, Anette? I see my brother has fixed you with some of the coconut. How're we feeling?”

Anette smacks his hand away with a snort. “Nauseous as usual. But that could also be because I had the misfortune of seeing your ugly mug.”

Troy's eyes narrow slightly for a moment before he lets out a low laugh. “Ah, Anette, always so lively. But you know, these tests would always be a lot easier if you just worked with us?”

Anette shifts her glare up at him, narrowing her dark eyes at the ginger and scowling. “It’d also be a lot easier if I didn't have to see a degenerate prick every bloody day.”

Troy stares silently at her for a moment of tense silence, his smile completely gone now. He bends down, his hands on his knees and his face inches from hers. He can feel his brother gazing at them silently, his organizing momentarily forgotten.

“Listen, love… I suggest you shut that mouth of yours real quick before I find a way to shut it for you. Understood? Because I'm sure you wouldn't like that.” He reaches out, twirling one of her curls around his finger and giving it a light tug as his voice lowers to an insidious whisper. “So just be a good girl, and-”

Annette glares and she spits in his face, her spit hitting right in his eye. He quickly straightens up and groans, wiping his eye. In a flash of movement, the back of his hand strikes her cheek, making her yelp in pain as he looks to the doctor.

“I think she needs some help calming down, don't you think, dear brother? I think you should get her set up for some electroshock therapy, hm?”

Malachi parts his lips, looking hesitant as his eyes shift between Troy and Anette. He looked uncertain; such treatments were becoming less and less frequent as they were deemed inhumane, and he wasn't sure how comfortable he was with performing it on a Downer woman for defending herself. But before he can really argue, Troy glared at him and aggressively signs a single word.

“NOW.”

With a slight glance of sympathy in Anette's direction, Malachi gathers his things and leaves the room to get the treatment ready. Troy watches him leave, then looks back to Anette with a sneer.

“We'll see how mouthy we're feeling after this.”

Anette simply stares hatefully and defiantly at him, her cheek stinging with pain. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of fear. She never did.

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[A mysterious figure sweeps into the town! Introducing~

>Name Fredrick Hartz. Although widely known as Frowning Vigilante!

>British! Very passionate about fighting against joy consumption and craves the truth and history to be accessible showing some patriotic qualities.

>Formerly working as field reporter he's now head of the movement who fights to prevail the truth about war and joy. He secretly makes interviews and interrogation collecting the "proof" of his assumptions. He plans to go nuclear with his proofs to make people "open thier eyes".

>Can consume joy but chooses not to. He wears broken mask to sumbolise his "discontent". There's really "nothing to smile about".

>Incredibly athletic and adored with high stamina. Sadly easy recognizable is forced to work underground or "over" city rooftops for most of the times.

>Could be cool NPC in order to show that some folks are aware and want to "break trought" wall of ignorance in the joy infested lives. He's symbol of rebellion and standing up for the own beliefs. But since he's extremist he would go to any length to achieve that said truth. ]

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this drawing got problems and the longer i stare at it the easier they are spotted to my naked eye , that being said he looked soooo good here

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So here is Thomas's father my Bobby oc.

His father is a constable and is very supportive of his son. Besides that there isn't much written about his character so far but he'll have an important role in Thomas's story. :D

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NICK! NICK! NICK! NICK!

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Here is my ugly son Gordon Joe Starkey born in 1940/oct/30

He’s a part of the plough boys he a downer he is cousin with Roger

When he was seven him and his older siblings was sent to live with his aunt(Roger mom) Over there she kept them safe

He doesn’t really like his father

He rude wild and kind of a jerk 

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[New OC drop from "We Happy Few" Franchise. The basic of him are:

>Name Preston "Pavle" (read "Pawel") Sivak .

>Half Slovakian, half British. Has odd accent slight mix of both and can speak a bit wobbly or replace words to his liking.

>Lab partner of Sally Boyle. He's self educated bio-chem sientist working on improving effect od JOY. Brother-like figure to Sally.

>Can't consume joy frequently yet his natural charisma and theatrical skills fixes the most issues with his personal image.

>Slow on his feet due to knees disfunction. Uses crutches.

>Can distribute joy on the go and bribe others with it. Also has no problems cranking most of technology/chem based items.

>Serves as NPC and new easier way out of Wellington Wells. Can neutralize some of enemies including "Polizeiwolf" (<other OC of mine serving as concept of a boss)

I am sorry yall we needed more sientist characters and I generally delivered. I hoped to make someone to work as aid for us the players. Preston would help all choice of characters. With Arthur helping him out of the city (trashing him for hurting Sally feelings first). With Sally helping her with her baby so she may have more field of action while making her leave. And with Ollie being occasional aid in his diabetic issues so his own way he might have easier trip around! That's summary.]

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MORE WHF OC ART from my TikTok!! I’m gonna be posting more art on here I promise 😔

Gonna be changing lore for both my ocs and introducing 2 more new ones 💔💔

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I HAVEN’T POSTED CLINT HERE OML

Clint Tullet my WHF OC

‘party with him once and he’ll love you forever’

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A young Billy Morris is helped out by a stranger while freezing on the streets.

[ Translations for what is said in Russian will be at the bottom!! ]

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Shokolad

The young boy shivers, hugging himself tighter, though the stone wall his back was pressed against did little to warm his small body. He pulls his knees against his chest; maybe if he pulled every part of him as close to his core as possible, it would ease some of the coldness racking his body, though Billy noticed practically no difference.

Just as he finishes shifting into a little ball in the cold alleyway, he hears a door open nearby, and the young boy freezes in place, lifting his head and staring towards the flood of light with bewildered green eyes.

A smallish figure - larger than Billy himself, but certainly not an adult - hobbles awkwardly into the alley, a soft creaking of metal following each step. Though the features of the figure were darkened due to the illumination of the dwelling behind them, Billy could make out that the figure was a young man, possibly in his teens. Around the age of his own older brother. Though this male had dark hair crowning his head and hazel eyes. The teen leans against what looked to be a crutch, and there was the shine of metal on one of his legs. It looked like something straight out of one of those science fiction moving pictures Billy and Vincent had snuck into once.

Afraid of being spotted and sent to the authorities, Billy makes himself as small as possible behind the trashcan he was huddled beside, which wasn't a hard task given his small size. But just as he thought he was perfectly hidden, his foot nudges an empty bottle, resulting in a loud clatter that instantly draws the attention of the teen.

“Kto tam?”

Billy holds his breath, his knuckles turning white as his fingers, numbed by the cold, push against his knees. Smaller, be smaller, he told himself. But then that metal creaking sound and the uneven footsteps draw closer, and the teen is standing over him.

“I don't hurt you….” The boy speaks again, his voice sounding strange, thick with an accent that Billy wasn't familiar with. It wasn't any sort of English or Irish, he knew that. And it didn't really sound German.

Billy stares up at the young boy, his breathing soft yet rapid, panicked breaths leaving his parched lips. “I'm sorry…” It was all he could think to say. Other than some light trespassing, Billy hadn't really done anything to warrant an apology, but he knew that if this boy turned him in to the authorities, he was as good as dead. Like that little Worthing girl.

The raven-haired male tilts his head; he leans against his cane, and though his face is still darkened by shadows, Billy could see what looked like a grimace cross his pale face. “You are small…” The boy was silent, as if trying to find his words. “Malen'kiy mal'chik….”

Billy frowns, slightly shaking his head and whispering in the softest and most terrified of voices, “I don't understand…”

The teen lets out a huff of what Billy could only assume was annoyance, his dark brows furrowing as he tries to cross the language barrier. “Mmm… it's… you are small. Small years.”

Billy still wasn't understanding, but he has a slight inkling and raises a brow. “I'm… young?”

“Da!” The boy exclaims almost happily. “Is cold… you're cold?”

Billy hugs himself tighter, then gives a small nod. “I…I'm hungry, too…” When the other simply stares at him, Billy pauses before pointing at his open mouth, hoping the other would understand his meaning.

“Ah! Golodnyy!” The boy fumbles in his pockets and pulls out a wrapped up, half eaten bar of chocolate. “Not much… but all I have.”

Billy stares at the treat as if it was a gift from God Himself. Such a treat was so rare to come by right now, and this complete stranger was offering it to him?

As the boy continues to hold the chocolate out to Billy, the redhead gingerly takes it when he realizes the boy meant to offer it to him. “Thank you….” He says softly.

“Michael!!”

The teen gasps and looks towards the house as he hears a man's voice calling. He mutters in that strange language of his before looking back to Billy.

“I go in now….eat.” He points to the chocolate in Billy's hands.

Before the boy can hobble back inside, Billy sits up a bit. “Wait!!” As the teen pauses and glances down at him, Billy stammers for a moment before finding his words. “My name is Billy….”

The boy smiles before nodding. “I am Mis….I am Michael.”

And with that, Michael makes his way back into the home and Billy is left out in the alleyway alone once again, but no longer feeling so scared. Just the small act of kindness from a stranger hardly older than himself made Billy smile gently to himself as he continues to huddle against the alley wall and takes a small nibble of chocolate.

TRANSLATIONS:

○ Shokolad -> Chocolate

○ “Kto tam?” -> "Who's there?"

○ “Malen'kiy mal'chik….” -> "Little boy..."

○ “Ah! Golodnyy!” -> "Ah! Hungry!"

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@crashpill Jonathan and Edie sharing some tea together!! ♡

Edie is so adorable and these two would get along so well!

A little song that I listened to while doodling:

[sleepy36whf-deactivated20250603]

@rotten-downer I don't know much about your ocs and I apologise for that but I liked their design so made this little doodle of them, I hope you like it. :D

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What if

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You guys give me We Happy Few doodle ideas

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Of my OCs or OC + Canon character? 👀

(Can also be my OCs and your OCs 👉👈)