The OC above accidentally fell on top of your OC

Aviana enjoyed taking slow strolls through the city, especially during the later hours when it had cooled down just enough so the heat didn't hurt if you stayed in the sun for too long. It was nice to not be with anyone else too, to take a break from everything and just walk with no end goal in mind. Her mind was always going a mile a minute it felt, and recently maybe she had been getting... too stressed? Everyone was nagging her to take breaks, and she supposed that this was it, this was her nice break. If she took too long of a break everyone would fall to pieces without her.

She was lost in her own thoughts, not paying attention to where she was going, which caused her to crash into En, or for him to crash into her really. He had been walking at such a brisk pace that he toppled her over, the younger man falling on top of her. They both paused for a moment, Aviana looking up at golden orbs which swirled with complete nothingness. She felt her heart ache for this person suddenly, she had seen that look before in similar eyes. It hurt.

After a moment she came to her senses, lightly pushing the younger man off of her and flashing him a smile as she stood, offering her hand to him, "you're not hurt, are you?" She asked, not out of simple kindness, but out of worry. She couldn't help but worry about others, especially others who reminded her of a late friend. "It seems like neither of us were really paying attention, huh?" She laughed lightly.

Aviana can get lost in thought easily, so she would probably crash into someone lol. 

     Being cooped up inside a pet store was no way for the animals to live, so occasionally Zack would get volunteers to take them out and play with them, sometimes let potential foster families have one over the weekend to give them a place to run while giving the families time to see if they liked them. It usually worked out perfectly, but just about all his normal volunteers couldn't make it today, and there hadn't been any call from people looking to adopt, so he took it upon himself to handle it.
     Several leashes in hand and many eager puppies running aimlessly, Zack had a tougher time than he'd imagined. He thought his vampire strength would be able to handle this, but it was no match for the strength of twelve hyper beasts, not to mention how he couldn't hold anything else with his only hand occupied. It was difficult enough keeping an eye on them and keeping them from tangling their leashes around his legs, but now was the hour where everyone was starting to walk around!
     Zack tried to weave around as many people as he could, but he couldn't keep it up forever. With the chaos surrounding him, and the upcoming woman seemingly too lost in thought to notice, it was destined to end terribly.
     All the puppies ran around Aviana, weaving around her and pulling Zack forward until the two fell in an almost cartoonish explosion. The vampire coughed out some dirt then looked at the woman above him. Interesting, he'd never seen skin like that, and her scent was something he'd never known. "Sorry," he grunted, then rose to his feet. "You're not hurt, are you--" He paused then looked down at his hand. The leashes were gone! His eyes widened, and he was just about to look about frantically, when he noticed the puppies were still there. In fact, they were all hovering around Aviana for attention and pets. Zack looked at the scene quietly, then slowly picked up each leash. "Sorry about that, too," he muttered. "But they like you. That's good. You must be good with animals."

After that fiasco, Zack decided it was time to take the pups back to the store. But it was another round of chaos, and they were yanking him in every direction! He didn't have time to react when they practically launched him at you!

Leaving the house was really not a good thing lately, was it? There were so many people everywhere, the sun was way too bright, he- he was getting unbearable again, wasn't he? Maybe sleep would be a good idea after all. With this thought still lingering he was not fast enough to jump out of the way when there were puppies left and right who just pulled their poor owner right into him. Sadly he was not strong enough to just catch the man and so they both fell over. Great... the day couldn't get any better, could it? 

Daniel needed a second to regain the air that had been knocked out of his lungs before he asked if Zack was okay. He was the one who got literally pulled into this mess after all. The author would just... lay here and sleep. Surely was a good place. Now that he was flat on his back anyway. No! Not the right train of thought. A cold nose on his neck brought him back to reality. Slightly confused but with a smile he looked at the puppy and gently pet its head. "I'm sorry..." he mumbled, remembering Zack who had gotten up by now, luckily without losing hold of the leashes (a second time). Daniel slowly sat up and contemplated his life for another second before he decided to behave like a normal human beinga and get back up on his feet. "You are okay, yes?" he had asked that before, but he wanted to make sure. He had probably successfully made a weird impression but oh well. 

(When Daniel is tired he isn't able to multitask and when he's thinking about something he might just walk into someone.)

Animal was somewhat dizzy, his pupils were moving in all directions. His body was on the rye grass, someone fell on him. The wolf looked at Daniel, who looked distracted before bumping into Animal. "Hey, uhhh, you fell on me." Animal picked up the vampire to get him off of the canid so he can walk away like nothing happened. The wolf dusted off the dirt and walked away on the soft sidewalks.

NP: Animal gets distracted easily so he can run into your oc.

screams cause he gets crushed like a bug

(I hope this works! If not please let me know and I can rewrite it-)

Oh boy, Vox was in for it now... but he wasn't aware of it.

He was trying to find a good spot to stop by for later; the spots that he usually frequented lately have been turning up absolutely nothing at all, and he was getting sick of it. Although to be fair, maybe he was being a bit too blatant and maybe he should work on being more stealthy... anyways, he was checking his camera's photos for anything interesting. Nothing, nothing, oh is that...? Ah, false alarm, also nothing. Sigh, but maybe this spot wi-

CRASH!

Huh?? Vox looked up and saw a...??? He had no time to try to tell what was that up there and tried to run but even speed couldn't save him now; the demon fell right on top of him! Needless to say, he was out of it for a while, at least until the same demon realized what had happened and stood up, offering to help Vox up. Still dazed, he groggily held his hand up and got back up rather slowly. He could faintly hear Seir asking if he was alright, but he couldn't say all that much at first. He did manage to find his words quickly nonetheless: "Yeah, I'm... as alright as I can be, at least." In any case, even though Seir was... way taller than him, Vox wasn't all that bothered for some reason.

Seir seemed to acknowledge his response calmly and he flew off rather quickly... and it dawned on Vox what had just actually happened, but by that time it was too late to do anything of substance. Ah well, he always had the next time to try to work on his pet project.

"Let's see, let's see..." Vox was checking some papers that colleagues had given to him, going over the details written in the documents, but he soon misstepped and tripped, scattering the papers all over the place!... and to make matters worse, he just did that before falling on top of someone else! Vox got up rather quickly and looks at the other person. 

"Ah...! My bad, I didn't see you there! Are you ok?!"

(wah i hope this is good, im not much of a writer so i can change it if ya dont like it jgfgfjhhk)

As I was zoning out in the forest again, I quickly impacted with a pale, dark-haired guy who was carrying a lot of papers that had cryptids, and other things I knew well. As he crashed into me, the papers went every-which-way, which would be a pain to pick up. I felt like I was simply going to vanish there on the spot due to the embarrassment, but unfortunately I did not and he quickly got up off of me. As I got up scrambled to pick the papers up for him, I look up as he says "Ah...! My bad, I didn't see you there! Are you -" and see a mixture of excitement, horror, and astonishment from him. "Hello? Yes i'm fine, i just kinda...uhm..." I said in an attempt to try and make friends but he quickly interjected with "Are you an angel?? Am I dead?????" "No, you aren't. I just zoned out again in the middle of trying to remember what I was doing haha, sorry." I said as I handed him his papers back. I got very nervous after realizing its someone I haven't spoken to before in my life as I fidgeted with my hands not even listening to him out of nervousness, so I quickly said "Uhm...I'm sorry!!" As I quickly hid (very poorly) behind the nearest tree I could find. He looked very disappointed and sad, and I felt bad for hiding. However I don't really know how to talk to people that well...

As much as he could appreciate the artful beauty of nature through paintings and poetry, Anatole didn't spend much time outside. Certainly not willingly; the air was always too cold and bitter to appreciate, even more so in the winter. Summer was a kinder season in terms of temperature, but still too bright for comfort, and he much preferred entertaining his guests indoors. There, conditions could be modified and were always ideal. That being said, today he was outside, and he was met with conditions far from ideal. 

He cursed whoever had advised him to spend more time in nature; his feet hurt from walking and he was tired. He stops at the foot of a nearby tree and sits down at its base to rest. In doing so, he fails to notice another person has taken refuge in the same way, only they were dozing off in the branches above. When they lose their balance, however; Anatole can't help but notice as they come crashing down and flailing on top of him. 

He stammers out a few curses in surprise and instinctively shoves the stranger off his lap, but stops when he sees the frightened face of his attacker. "Oh dear, have you fallen from the heavens?" He says, half jokingly, helping the angelic figure to their feet. "Apologies for the rude introduction; I hadn't noticed you before." While it was rare for Anatole to feel embarrassment, he was regretting how panicked he behaved in the previous moment. It wasn't like he expected to be greeted that way, but still, Anatole always tried to make a good first impression. At least to those he found pretty; he wouldn't pretend to be a gentleman, he was rather shallow and liked pretty people. Either way, he hoped the stranger wouldn't hold it against him before they could be properly acquainted. 

For NP, if you need ideas: Anatole is performative and likes attention, maybe he was standing on a table and fell during a party? Either that or he probably tripped during a dance pff

     Now this was something you don't see everyday.
     Allegro stood near the table that hosted the scene happening, calmly swishing the wine in his glass. On top of that table was Anatole, in a drunken stupor much like the others at the party. Surrounding the table, besides the prince, were fellow aristocrats that either cheered on the display or yelled for Anatole to get done.
     Allegro himself didn't mind what was happening. If anything, he was entertained! When this party was in the planning stages, he'd heard about the guests coming, primarily Anatole. He'd heard about how talented he was in the fine arts, and just how much of a wild spirit he was. His expectations were exceeded.
     As he drank his wine, he hear a rise in commotion and glanced over to see Anatole diving off the table, and in his direction. Allegro barely had time to react, wrapping his free arm around his waist and barely keeping from falling down himself. He let out a sigh of relief, then smiled lightly at him. "Thank goodness, I nearly spilled my wine," he chuckled, his free hand holding up his safe wine glass. "Well, I suppose the party's over now, hmm? Can you walk? Perhaps I can help you sober up?" he offered with a glint in his half-lidded eyes.

Allegro isn't very expressive, so it could be that he's in pain but not showing it until he falls down, maybe he's just trying to flirt, or he's exhausted. It's also possible that he's simply distracted with butterflies or music.

Idk if I have the energy to write a follow up but sobs that was cute how concerned he is   

(^ Aaa no worries, I'm glad you like it. <3 He would be very concerned! D:)

He had been prepared for a lot of things, with the time he had now known Allegro it was better to expect something dramatic and have nothing happen than be startled because the prince decided to say or do something at least Valerion did not see coming. Although it seemed like he managed to surprise him once again, albeit less positively than usual. Not that it was Allegro's fault at all - or anyone's, for that matter.
One second he was just walking alongside the other through the emptier halls of the palace, humming along to a melody only he seemed to hear, the next he just- fell over??? "Allegro?" Valerion blinked in surprise, barely fast enough to prevent them both from hitting the ground. But he was. Luckily. A head injury was the last thing anyone would need - the thought was fleeting, though. More importantly he was worried about his friend. While he did absolutely expect Allegro to not see things in his... usual slightly absent state it certainly was not like him to just fall on top of someone (or maybe Valerion just did not know that yet).
"What- happened?" he tried to ask, after safely sitting the other man down to prevent any further accidents. "One of the guest rooms is not far away, maybe you should lay down for a bit? If- I can help you with anything, please let me know. Do you need some water? Tea? Pain medication?" the elf stopped himself and sighed. "I'm... sorry if that sounded patronizing. I'm just- it's not like you, is it? ...at least as far as I know..." this was probably closest to a heart attack he had gotten in years. Good for him, that he was not as expressive either, although he probably did sound stressed, in comparison to his normal way of speaking.

(Whee I hope this makes sense, it's late. ;v;)

Valerion occasionally overworks himself and may fall over because of exhaustion, even though he tries his best to not let it show too much. But of course he could also just stumble. :)

(v I'm sorry I'm lacking the energy to write anything right now. But thank you for reviving this and that awesome reply!)

Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

Virgil had accidently fell on top of the small brunette. He seemed to be extremely tired, his eyes drooping as soon as his body hit Emily's. The smaller woman froze. 

As soon as his eyes opened, Emily had freaked out. She attempted to scatter away from the taller man as he as he started to slowly back away as well, equally as disgusted.

"I'm-- so sorry, sir--" Emily quickly dusted herself off getting up. She didn't even notice the sweat forming on her clothes. "I'll be more careful next time-- I apologize--" 

She attempted to scurry away backwards, only to trip and fall on her back again. 

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whoops i forgot to put this here-- np, emily is most likely going to fall on you because of her bad luck!! have fun with your response!