#oc joni

[slcknasty]

i don't normally do redraws of old stuff, but i thought it would be fun to go back to this drawing i did in 2017 and have another shot at it! drawn in the same program i used for the og (the oekaki feature on chicken smoothie), featuring one of my oldest ocs, joni.

[flimseywhimsey]

Writing Prompt

_______ was the type of person who ___________

Thank you @lookinpeach for the prompt (finally got to it haha)

Written from Dina’s point of view

Joni was the type of person who could intuit your deepest insecurities and weaknesses with a single glance. Her eyes drip murder and her actions scream sociopath. She appears in the nick of time when me and Garrett are in danger, I’m talking life or death, and disappears just as suddenly. Striking up a conversation with her is a no-go. She will either ridicule you with a cutting reply or ignore you altogether. I’m not really sure which is worse, but leaning towards silence because then you get assaulted by her dead-eyed gaze.

And yet. It does seem strange doesn’t it? Why did she show up the night Gar got attacked? What was that dark blast she emitted that turned a deadly assassin (who tried to kill me and Gar) into a sobbing, pitiful child? Why does she act the villain with her words, but prove herself the hero with her actions?

I can’t help but feel that she is the hero of the story. Just one with a terrible secret. A secret so bad that she tries to push people away with her bitter affronts, not because she hates them. The exact opposite.

I can’t help but remember the first encounter I had with her. . . the night she saved my little brother’s life:

Dina felt a moments revulsion by this woman’s conduct. Why did she save us if she doesn’t give a damn? Why is she so cruel? She seems so fake.

Those feelings quickly gave way to a crushing gratitude. She’s unrelenting but. . . Gar and I would be dead right now without her. .  .

Before Dina could stutter out her thanks, the woman was heading for the door.

           “Where are you –“

           “There’s something I need to take care of,” she responded.

           “Wha-“ Dina caught herself, “. . . Who are you?”

Her savior paused before walking out the door and out of sight.

She answered Dina’s question as she bounded down the stairs, her voice failing to reach anyone’s ears but her own:

            “No one you want to know.”