Sonicfan9988 “You seem like you’d love a basket of fruit, so I made you this!” :hands them a large basket of apples: hope you enjoy! I grew them myself.
Basically, if the OC above was a character in a game with a gifting mechanic, whether that's more dating game or farm sim, what would their favourite gift be? How do you think you'd try and win them over?
RULES:
- Post in character.
- Keep your answers SFW, you don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.
- You can base your answer on the character's personality or a gut feeling based on their appearence, just as you would in a game.
- Don't spam the same OC over and over, but no set limit for how often you can reply to the thread as long as you pick different OCs to post as.
Example:
Person A: Here's my OC!
Person B: They look like they'd like fresh fruit. Here's my OC.
Person C: Looking at their profile, I think they'd like coffee and maybe a new notebook.
Etc...
Enjoy!
"hEY GHOST"
*Silas sprints up from behind with a determined look in his eyes and a t-shirt cannon in his hands*
"eAt tHis"
*headshots him w this bad boy*
"Here."
NV seemed to pop out of nowhere, one dull eye staring down at Silas as they held out a potted plant for him to take. It was just sprouting, with only two leaves sticking out, so it was difficult to tell what kind of plant it was.
"Plants grow well with good owners," they muttered. "Good owners are talented and kind. They give enough nutrients and love, and the plants grow beautifully. It's like a reflection of the soul. You have a good one, I can tell. Plants don't grow around me, but I know this one will with you."
NV silently watched Zinnia bring out the box and hand them things to hold. Their eye drifted to look at all the contents. "You're throwing them away," they muttered before looking back at her. "Am I a dumpster for you? You want to get rid of them through me? I don't blame you. People mistake me for trash all the time. If I had your kindness, maybe people wouldn't think that way of me anymore." They heaved the entire box into their arms with relative ease. "Don't worry about any of this. I'll get rid of it for you. You must have plenty of friends that want to spend time with you. Worry about them instead."
"My mom said she...she has no use for this anymore," Zinnia muttered, heaving up a box. She let out a grunt, struggling to carry it with her until she plopped it on top of the table. Allowing herself to let out a deep exhale, Zinnia stroked her thumb against one of her eyebrows, swiping away any stray hairs that were in front of her eye. She glanced at the side of the box, where the word MUSIC was written in black marker.
"Okay, let's see what's in here," the teenager muttered, reaching over to a box cutter nearby. She pushed against the switch, slightly jumping when she noticed the blade pop out. Beginning to grow more embarrassed, Zinnia abruptly lowered her hand and poked her blade in the tape. She cautiously slid it closer, occasionally pausing to glance up at NV to shoot him a forced grin out of embarrassment.
"I know that a ton of people don't collect these anymore, but in case these are records or cassettes, you don't mind taking those, right? There might even be a few C.D.s in here, but don't quote me on that," she squeaked, placing the box cutter down before pulling open the flaps of the box. Simultaneously, Zinnia hummed to herself, pausing to leaf through a few records.
"Feel free to look through these. If you'd like, I can go search for another box."
Azu held out a basket full of chocolate, some filled with almonds and the rest just plain of any kind. Her tail was perked up, she seemed proud of her decision to give her this. “Here! I could’ve given you some pie but we really had none...My friends ate it all...” She sighed, lowering the basket down before quickly rising it up. “Well, how about it?” Her head tilted, smiling.
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"Alright, I'm taking them. They are very pretty." She took the hairpins out of Manslaughter's hand, putting them in with a smile. "Thank you for this!" She held out her hand for them, maybe she wanted to just walk with them somewhere? Anyways, Azu did enjoy the gift and was quite happy in the end.
It took a lot for Manslaughter to even gain the brain power to be nice and give someone a gift, but hey. Azu looked... feline enough for the child to gravitate towards her, but holy shit, that was terrible, anyway. Imagine this rat trailing after you! Imagine how terrible an experience that would be! But, poor Azu, she was living that nightmare, and Manslaughter lived to be a brat.
She stared blankly up at the older girl, eyes spacing out for a moment underneath her mask. God, did she love cats... Unicorns? She could get into unicorns, but only from a "rawr xD so randum" standpoint, otherwise she didn't care, but. Cats. Holy fucking shit, did Manslaughter love cats, even anthropomorphic hybrids, apparently.
But, there was also the issue of money, because Manslaughter didn't have a penny to her name. She had one dollar, but not a penny. So, using that one dollar...
She held her fist out to Azu, darting it forward a tad too aggressively to the point that the movement could be mistaken as an attempt at a punch, but the child couldn't hurt Azu if she tried to whack the poor teenager, thankfully. She was too much of a wimp... But, don't let her hear that. But, back to her fist. She unfurled her fingers to reveal... a package of hairties. Striped hairties, but hairties nevertheless. Wow. What a gift.
"I got this shit for you." she breathed, "To keep your fucking hair out of your face, 'cause your hair is fucking huge, you know. You already got the moon thing, but you have way more hair than that. So. Take it. Now."
Was that a threat..?
manslaughter is a piece of shit again.
Oh, look, it's that guy! The guy who tried to get Manslaughter to murder a family with him! She liked that guy, even if he definitely killed someone to get that birthday gift on her birthday during her birthday party. Which, speaking of birthday parties, aside from the initial "hey" she greeted him with, there was the briefest pause before the girl blurted out: "Birthday parties are gay."
Fellas, is it homosexual to bond with your friends and family?
As soon as the bag was in her reach, however, she snatched it from the ground and tore into it, past the wrapping paper, and then past the bag of hot chips which she tossed to the side upon seeing the ever-so-tempting logo of a Nintendo Switch. With a deep breath in, she held up the illegally obtained Switch, and then glanced down at the games within... And threw one of them out. It was a copy of Pokemon Sword.
"Pokemon is also super gay." she told him, "Go get me something better, instead of this dumb thing. Like, Doom. I want Doom, because Doom is probably way fucking better than that stupid Pokemon shit."
Yeah, Pikachu is for lesbians.
She, however, was satisfied otherwise, as she looked over the other game cases, eyes moving straight for their ratings. She was a big girl now. She could play M for Mature.
"'Kay." The girl scooped up all of the boxes, all of the cases, and her bag of chips, and dumped them back into the sack. She heard something about her mask breaking, but aside from reaching up to situate its placement on her face, she didn't react much to the suggestion. Instead, she picked up her gift bag, and added, "I'll be back here tomorrow for my better game. See 'ya, wouldn't wanna be 'ya."
And then... she took off.
The little shit didn't even SAY THANK YOU.
"Little one, little one, I'm so glad I found you, little one. :)" Smiley hummed. He twirled a cracked cane in one hand, the other holding a bulky paper bag. All of it with blood splattered on it. "I heard it was your birthday! :) How wonderful, how wonderful. :) Birthdays are so wonderful, don't you think so? I think so. :) You can have parties with your friends to celebrate, and do everything you'd like! It's a day about being happy. :) Happy to be alive another year. :) I'm so glad I could celebrate yours with you. I even got you a gift. :)" He set the bag down for her to take. Inside it was a brand new video game console, coupled with a few video games and a large bag of hot chips. "I was on my way to get you the perfect gift--" His idea was a chainsaw. "--when I ran into this family! :) They were also celebrating a birthday! Can you believe that? What a coincidence! :) I had a blast celebrating with them. :) We had so much fun that when they learned about your birthday, they wanted to share in with the happiness, and gave me some of these things to give to you! :) What kind, generous people. :)
"The best part is that even the bag is a gift! :)" He turned it to show her the drawn smiley face on it. "You can wear it if your mask ever breaks. :) I even tried to make it like yours. :)" He pointed to the half triangles drawn at the top, meant to portray cat ears.
"Blood? :) Like a vampire? :) How silly! I would never do that, it would taste disgusting! :) Happy Meals, though, are fantastic. They are delicious and make me happy, just like in the name. :) Don't you think that's funny how it works like that? I think it's funny. :) Is that why you're here, too? :)" Smiley hummed in line with his good friend, Michael, when the two finally got their orders. "Oh my! :) Thank you for treating me to this. That makes me even more--"
But by then Michael had tossed him his toy and dashed off. Smiley was quiet for a minute before looking at his food. The fries were gone.
"--happy. :)"
"Oh it's you again? Go for a walk?" The teal haired finally looks up from his phone, noticed the weird paper bag headwear who is standing in front of him. Yeah, how can Michael mislook that head bag with someone else, he smiled as the bag head man noticed him, "I didn't know people like you eat fast food too? Are you not suck blood from somewhat beautiful lady's neck?"Â Like what sick fictional villains do? He thought. Please don't let this teal man read vampire fiction anymore. The line of waiting people and its sound still echoes. More like go for a kill, because this guy looks like it, McDonald, oh woah, they let this guy in? Good decision, or not.
"This place is crowded and cramped at this hour, ya better have better timing if don't want a bone-rotting years in jail" Michael sneaks through the paper bag man's shoulder, look at his order screen,
"What did cha get?" Happy Meal?" The heck? What are you, three years old with edgy rebellious phase or what, he give a crooked smile before use a hand to hold it. Clear throat, try to put on his serious look, "Sorry, sorry, don't mind me," turned at the waitress, "Make it two Happy Meals, I go with this guy!"
And Michael paid, before smiling face could protest.
"Oh, they still have toys? Ahah, much a good idea to order Happy Meals than I thought, good choice, bag head" He barks a short laugh while holding a McDonaldland character-shaped eraser, then make a flip gesture send it flying into Smiley's buger bag, "Extra gift!" the teal man mischievously steal the other man's one piece of fried fries, as quick as how he disappear from the killer's view.
Kuraru was staring at Michael, just, staring. His stares doesn't hint anything, bad intention? Good intention? You may never know. He was juststanding there, holding a mysterious small, black box. A few minutes later, the teen finally move toward him. Holding out the box, silently looks at Michael in the eyes before speaking "...My roommate told me to give you this." he then hands over the box, silence follows a few more seconds then he continues "...she really love your music."
Inside the box, there is a pack of sugar-coated eggt tarts with a fanmail.
He loved it
Darling wasn't exactly the type to give, they found receiving far more enjoyable, and if it hadn't been for Nanachi's promise to bake a cheesecake for every good deed Darling did, the vaeri wouldn't even think of preparing a gift for someone like Kuraru(or for anyone for that matter). But there they were, holding a beautifully wrapped box in hands, brows slightly furrowed showing Darling's irritation. "Hey it's not really nice-nice to stare at people like that!" They exclaimed as they stomped their leg, almost losing the hold of the gift box.  "Anyways~" The vampire-like being smiled sweetly regaining their posture. "Here is something pretty-pretty for you! I heard you like kitties, so I hope you'll like my lil gift as well~ ❤" Not like they really cared about the gift being liked or something, they spent quite some money on that stupid scarf with cat pattern on it tho, so the boy'd better like it...or else!
Zinnia blinked slowly, watching Darling intently. She listened to each clinking noise, which sounded from the elder party's fork contacting the plate as it cut through a slice of cheesecake. Each bite seemed to make the fork bloodied with the red drizzle that topped the dessert. Eventually, the teenager shifted her gaze back to the miniature bag she held. Prior to letting out an exhale, the teenager began to dig her finger inside the hole torn on the corner of the bag. She pulled out a cashew, pausing to stare at the legume before lifting it up to her lips. However, the teenager abruptly stopped herself, lowering the cashew down to her chin before she inquired:
"Do you...like the cheesecake? I thought you would like the ones with that...drizzly stuff. There were a whole ton of chocolate ones, but I feel like you would prefer something else..."
After she completed her sentence, Zinnia popped her cashew into her mouth, glancing down at the floor while she chewed on her snack. After she paused to examine Darling's expression, Zinnia dug out another cashew and held it out to her.
"Do you want one? Here," Zinnia huffed with a smile, placing the legume on the counter.
"Honestly, I don't know sh-- anything about cats." The older man commented first of all, as he leaned against the dirty pargeting of the wall. Secondly, he lifted himself off, and then approached the old duffle bag in a nearby corner of the room. He gave it a small kick, as if it were a rather infuriating boulder, and thankfully, nothing he did broke whatever was in there, which... was a lot of things. He didn't have anywhere else to store his belongings, aside from the basement that he refused to go into, and took upon himself to block off from the rest of the building.
Why? Spiders. Spiders, bugs, dust, cobwebs, and he thought he smelled a dead animal down there at some point.
But, let's not worry about that!
"I know a book about cats, though." he said, as he knelt down by the duffle, opening it and then reaching inside, "I bought it as spare reading material, and it's a fine book, but looking at it has me remembering what a fat waste of money it was. Here."
After a minute of rummaging, he took out the book. Its hardback cover was dark teal, the title printed in silver lettering reading: Kostabi's Book of Cats.
Of course he got her a book about cats. Of course that was all he could think about her liking, other than sweets, which he did not make today because he figured it, again, to be a waste. At least he didn't get it with her in mind initially? Either way... Maybe she could read about how genetically fucked Scottish Folds are [or not, because Scottish Folds don't exist in Ophesia], or about how red and cream cats are always tabbies, because that's fun, I guess.
It's not. I wasted my life learning about cat phenotypes.
Noel lifted himself from the dusty floor and held the thin book out to her. "It's not really much of a read, though." he added, "But, you may enjoy it, darling."
I don't know if sparkle cats should be a real possibility in Ophesia or not.
noel: Pathetic.
They grow up so fast...
It's just a shame that Noel was still disappointed, as he took his sweet time inspecting the muffins presented to him, picking up and looking over each one with a growing scowl. The thing was, however... It was probably best to take whatever food he could get and pass it on to his daughter. Still, he could not resist being a bitch, as he took one of the undercooked muffins in his hand and popped it into his mouth with the slightest cringe. He quickly chewed and swallowed it.
"They're better." he droned out, "But, you burnt one of them, and the one I just had tastes like bready clay." That's a weird way to describe it, but I can't exactly use play-doh here for comparison. "Most of them looked rather undercooked, but this one here..." He took another one of the muffins from the plate. "This one is perfect, neither burnt or undercooked. Look." He ran his thumb over the top of the muffin.
"I'm keeping this one, whether you like it or not." he added, "Preferably, I'd take all of them, though. Just try to fucking pay attention to them for once, and you won't burn them or undercook them."
Ah, it felt so good to have a slave to clean your house, fetch water and firewood for you, tidy up after your horse, and make you a batch of muffins...
So... Noel just gathered the entire fucking plate into his hands, and turned away, glancing across the finally -- and for once -- spick-and-span kitchen. Not that it was much of a kitchen, really. Once again, he considered buying a table.
"Now, make yourself useful, and go look for Belle." he ordered, "She's out in the woods somewhere. I hope. She's fourteen, she can't go far."
Once again, my characters have difficulty showing a shred of gratitude.
"Noel! I think I've done it!" En called out as he made a mad dash across the room to reach the older fellow. He stopped when he was close enough, panting but with a wide smile on his face. In his hands was a plate he covered with a makeshift lid. Excitedly, he removed said lid to reveal some muffins. One was slightly burnt whereas the other didn't look like it got enough heat, but one also looked just right. In each of their centers, you could barely make out the strawberries baked into them.
"They look better than my last try. Can you try it and tell me how they are?" All said with a hopeful look on his face. Not only did he want to be able to learn this recipe, but it was an expensive hobby for a man with little to no means of getting money. In fact, this round he lacked a few ingredients and was only able to use Noel's in exchange for cleaning his entire house AND the horse stalls... again... Maybe that's why En was so hopeful to get this recipe right?
"If they're good, they're all yours. I'll want to bake some fresh when I get back to my group... Or at least when I get more ingredients!"
"For me?" En took the bags, blinking at how much heavier they were than he'd thought. He gave Wraith an "are you sure?" look before opening one bag up, gaping at its contents. Wow! Meats, fruits, veggies, dairy, just about anything he'd ever need! Oh, those onions looked ripe, too! This was a lot, it'd be enough for him and his friends for a good while! Opening the other bag, he gasped in excitement to see the chestnut cake from before. "You remembered!" he laughed before tossing Wraith an appreciative look. "You didn't have to do all of that for me. Thank you." He laughed lightly when his hair was ruffled, the motioned for Wraith to follow him. "Why don't we put this food to use, huh? One of my friends is a really good chef, I bet she could whip up something really tasty with all this. You should have some! It's the least we could do!"
Wraith cleared his throat slightly, a large bag was held in his right hand along side a small one. The shifter wasn't sure why he was doing this, but out of those he had met, he had become fond of En, and maybe a bit protective of the young prince. Socialising wasn't high on Wraith's skill list, in fact he was down right awful at it, but when he saw what was now in the bags he couldn't help but think of the white haired male.Â
"Here" Wraith said holding the bags out to En, his eyes cast down in potential embarrassment, not that Wraith would admit it. "For you." He finished before scratching the back of his neck.
He waited as the other male looked through the bags, the large one held a lot of meats, cheese, fruits, veg and of course a lot of onions; the small one held a large cake that Wraith had seen get excited about when they were looking in a Halloween shop once.....castagnaccio, Wraith still wasn't entirely sure about what it was, despite En telling him about it. "It...gets harsh in the winter......this will help you get through some of it without falling victim to the cold, it'll help keep some weight on you to keep your vital organs warm....." Wraith trailed off, he knew not everyone lived on the streets and in a abandoned building like he did but, he couldn't help but feel concerned. Sure, supermarkets were open but they would up the prices in winter, making it harder to get a adequate amount of food for a good price, at least with the food the shifter had given En, it would save the golden eyed male money and give him some free meals.
The scarred man saw the look of appreciation on En's face and his expression softened slightly before Wraith reached out and ruffled En's hair slightly.