[IC] Your OC leaves a review on the OC above

Posted 3 years, 8 months ago by sinthcircle

I HOPE THE TITLE MAKES SENSE... SRY IF THIS HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE <:) Anyway idea time! You know those lil 5/5 star reviews that a lot of sites let you make on things? Well imagine that your oc types/makes one about, or in some way relating to, the OC above. What would it say?

Examples:

Character A (criminal dude): 3/5 ★★★☆☆ Place was hard to break into. Kudos

Character B (dog): 2/5 some guy robbed me while i was there :/ worst experience ever. not coming back

Character C: 5/5 THEY HAVE A NICE DOG

& so on!

Rules:

Please don't be purposely rude in posts! Snarky OCs are okay but please don't be actually mean haha

This should be a given but don't include NSFW topics in posts. There are children here

Please black out or hide any sensitive subjects under a spoiler tag!

Wait 2 posts until posting again, unless the thread's been stuck for over 24 hours.

I'll add more if needed, but for now this is it. Just have fun!

Next poster gets a free post!

Fitzgerald (Human) kafkaesque

this is a pretty neat idea, so I'll help kickstart the thread!! also, I'll most likely do a follow-up to NP (or maybe a full-on response) to share the love a bit. u_u

going for Fitzgerald's dog stan side is a free way to piss him off. time for a somewhat late follow-up.

Good for the feline for dissing on Fitzgerald like that. He had it coming anyway.

The first thing he did that was completely worth reprimanding him for was staring at her for much, much too long. First it was because he thought she was an unusual creature who happened to look neat. Then it was because of the fact that her outfit was interesting, or... Tacky? Fitzgerald didn't know for sure, and he just wanted to investigate - really! But of course, the last (and most pressing) reason was that he needed her opinion on... Well... Himself.

That shouldn't have been surprising at this point, considering how much of a stuck-up brat Fitzgerald was. Disgusting.

"So, like," the youth piqued in with a wave of his hand, "What would you rate me out of five stars, if that was a thing? Obviously, I'd give myself a five out of five." Shut the fuck up. "But I'm always open to other opinions. It's kind of a shame when you're your only reviewer, you know."

Gee, asshole. Wonder why.

In fact, Fitzgerald was rather pissed when she rated him three. Out of five. That's a fucking average! he thought as an exasperated grimace made its way onto his stupid face, before he curled a strand of hair around his finger and let out a snort. Oh, how much he'd die inside if he got a mere four out of five. Three was like that, but double. Double the pain, double the edgy angst. Maybe it was a poor choice after all, but for all the wrong reasons.

"Dogs are obviously better, though," scoffed Fitzgerald with a roll of his eyes, "though it doesn't mean I hate cats. I just like dogs more. What's so difficult for you cat people to get? I can like dogs and cats; I just happen to prefer the damn former." And while he rambled, he gesticulated quite wildly, his movements becoming more and more exaggerated to the point that he almost looked like a cartoon. Good. Now he looked like an absolute fucking clown, a very accurate description for him.

His indignation, however, seemed to fade when she mentioned his flaws... Whatever they were. Fitzgerald thought he was perfect, and it showed - as his grin curled into an ominous-looking expression.

"Oh, dear," he now cooed while cupping a cheek in one hand, "Are you projecting there? That's a real shame, to be honest. I thought you were better than that. Maybe you're the one who deserves the three stars, miss. I should get the five stars, as I obviously deserve." Shut the fuck up, Fitzgerald. Bitch would be lucky if he even deserved one star.

☕ Mocha ☕ Pastelle-Kiwi

"Eh," Aster rolled her eyes, "3/5..."

The cat checked her phone for messages, before realising that the attention was still on her. "What'd ya want? An explanation? Kay then..."

She cleared her throat, "3/5. Three points for being a Pokémon Researcher, because that's awesome."

"One point redacted for preferring dogs over cats, we don't do that 'round here." She counted on her fingers to check that she was removong the correct number of points."And another point removed because some of them character flaws are spoopily similar and I don't like that."

"... What'd ya mean that it isn't a good reason?"

Aiden salternate

"I-I'd give her a 2/5. I-I love cats... b-but I-I think this one would definitely bite me-me if-if-if I tried to pet her. Ooh, b-but t-t-t-tortoiseshells are pretty! I-I guess I'd admire her from afar."

Love Bug SPACELAND

"4/5, friend was scared of me and wouldn't give me his left foot for my snow globe!! But he seemed nice. It was probably my fault! Also bad reviews make me feel bad, so I still recommend. <:(c"

"<:) I will take the 3/5. Your distrust in me assures that you are very...S m a r t. A deal is a deal."

Angie zinnia

"I'm giving you a 2/5 because mantises are like, cool but I, uh... don't trust you. I don't like it when people play games where my life could be on the line, been there, done that. It ain't fun. Actually... I'll give you a 3/5 if you don't come to my door, okay?"

Summer salternate

"Uh...Uhm...Four outta Five stars! I like pirates, and—and the shiny on their coat. Their shoulder spikies are scary, though."

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Sister Halloween saintlapin

"How curious," Sister Charlotte Halloween murmured, a quizzical look on her features. Glancing up at the massive dragon, she could feel a peculiar divine energy radiating from this magnificent being. A foreign and yet, familiar heavenly feeling. She slowly approached him, an awed expression slowly taking over her face. "Beautiful," she commented, catching his attention, her eyes lingering on the golden accents on his being. "Are you perhaps....God?"

A mirthful laugh from him, and somehow she could make out the smile on his draconic face, "A god indeed, but not the one from your realm!"

Suddenly flustered and embarrassed, she almost pouted, "W-well nevertheless, you radiate a divine light....and for a god you are awfully.......cute." Internally she cringed at her choice of words but thought, If he was smaller I would pet him....5/5..definitely.

milkywaytrain

The malingering spirit hovered over the nun, clutching a spectral cleaver in their right hand. It would have no effect on her in this realm, but it sure was fun to imagine.

"Yer one'a those nuns, eh? One of those loser old ladies who tried'ta save my soul or whatever 'fore I died? Nice," the child spat, "but I think I'm past the point of being saved." They twirled in the air, watching her expression change to one of anger. "Zero outta five! I don't like nuns and nuns don't like me! Better run before I try'n get your ass."

M. Pourife (Human) kafkaesque

Ratings were nothing new to M. Pourife, though... He had no idea how online reviewing worked, and he sure as hell didn't know the five-star concept that well either. As far as he knew, the only thing that could be rated five stars was a hotel, and even then... There was the possibility that the descriptor was a bit of a sham.

Shudder.

But his scientific opinion was asked for, and so, the middle-aged man simply had to respond, as he pointed a finger up in the air and proclaimed, "Well, sir, I would find you adorable for the most part, yes? I mean... With that youthful face and little rabbit hoodie, who would not fall for your charms? You have a way around people for a reason, and I reckon that your appearance is a major reason why-" Suddenly, he sniffed at the air like a wary rabbit, and his words just... Stopped. Froze, even, just like his muscles. Regrettable words were just uttered.

Does... Does he... Smell like... Blood!?

His skin paled as he stammered in a less-than-confident manner, "But... Maybe... That could be the case, if... Uh... Your... Hoodie was... Cleaned? I doubt that the red splotches on the fabric looksthat good against the white. It looks rather messy, rather disorganized. I am sure that is not what you want other people to think of you, especially when it comes to your... Methods, right?" That was one way to utter it. M. Pourife bit down onto his lip as sweat started to drip down his temples. "Not that I would agree with your methods either. There are better ways to dealing with the competition than... Violence... And... Killing, you know?" His throat ran dry.

"Uhhh..." mumbled the scientist while wringing his clammy hands, "... I guess... If I had to condense my opinion into one of those ratings... I guess... I guess I can give you two stars... Two and a half, maybe, if I feel particularly generous... I would give you five if it were just for the youthful look and the hoodie, but... The violence? The lack of respect for order? I would have to deduct plenty of 'stars' for that, I suppose. I wish there was a better statistical measure for this, but there really is no other way to put it, huh?"

"Now, uh... Please put that knife down. I did not do anything harmful to you except maybe, uh, bruise your ego... Right? Hopefully?"

mom said it's my turn for a somewhat quick follow-up.... Matcha I'd die for you....

M. Pourife looked down at the cup of coffee in front of him, then at the dog standing across the counter. All the scientist could think about was how much one of his interns would love to meet him, and not only because of the fact that the other party was a dog. There was a real formality, a real professionalism surrounding him that M. Pourife definitely appreciated, and he actually remembered getting a tip from Smithson regarding the place. Or was it Walker?

His stomach dropped for a second as he remembered the two older aristocrats, barking at him regarding the whereabouts of their son. He sniffed for a second before taking another sip from his cup, distorting whatever pattern the creamer made in the first place.

Maybe, in hindsight, he shouldn't introduce the place to that intern. Just in case he figured out the context...

"I bet you say that to all the new patrons," sighed M. Pourife with a wry chuckle while looking up at the barista, "Not that it is a bad thing, of course. I just have a feeling that it comes off as a bit generic. Nothing personal, of course..." He continued chuckling as he took another swig from the cup, then shook his head and ran his fingers through his mustache. "Just a little quirk I tend to notice from folks within the service sector, of course..." Gee.

His eyes immediately brightened when books were mentioned, however. So much about low-key bashing the working class.

Sitting up straight, the scientist replied, "Oh! Yes, books! They are always such pleasures to interact with, yes? I mean... Read. Reading books is always such a joy, do forgive me!" He chuckled once more before running his fingers through his hair. "Just be careful when you handle it like that," stated M. Pourife with a cocked head, "The binding is more likely to weaken if you place too much stress in that area. It does not take pressure very well, not as well as you might think..." But he remained as jolly as usual, even in the face of the rest of the barista's monologue.

With a nod, M. Pourife remarked, "Yes, yes,... I can see that as reasonable. Four out of five is good enough. Five out of five is ideal but too unrealistic. I would have been more concerned if I received a three or two out of five..." He hesitated for a second before running his fingers through his somewhat wiry hair. His smile, surprisingly enough, faltered when the barista asked why he was here in the first place.

"Oh, sir... I am not sure if that is worth knowing... I just came here for a drink. Is that all you need, sir?"

Matcha salternate

Revival time! Claiming kafkaesque

"Ah, I don't recognize you, sir! I always love seeing a new face here," Matcha cooed, placing his hands on the table.

"Then again, I don't quite visit the bookstore often—ooh, I probably should do that more. I've been thinking about viewing some new titles."

After a brief pause, a pop sounded from the canine's lips as he grabbed a book by the spine.

"I do have to say, I quite dig your looks. Such a lovely taste; if I had to rate, you'd be a 4/5. Everything doesn't have to be perfect, but I do quite like you as a person!" Matcha's lips curled into a smirk as he read the back of the book.

"Anyways, what brings you down here?"

Alex Brooks (Human form) Psycho-freakG

Alex puffs a bit smoke from his cigarette"A review? Like in what? Aren't reviews in hotels or stuff you buy online? Or we review 1 to 5 the person?" Alex wasent used to these kind of reviews neither he had any clue what he was supposed to rate.

He took the cigarette from his mouth between his fingersand he proceeded to tap his chin as he was thinking.

" Where to begin with.... Well they are a nice fellow" he chuckled thinking about something, reaching in his pocket to fish his lighter out "Don't get me wrong it's not my thing to talk with strangers I meet the first time. I prefer to put a distance but for the sake for this review I will say his the type of a fellow I would chit-chat a bit after a tiring mission" he said while lighting his cigarette again.

After finishing his drink he got up to leave but before he said"Whats was his name again? Mocha, Mecha... aaa Matcha my bad, I'm not good at remembering names of folks I first meet,before I leave i have to say he is a good barista if im honest myself.. I will give ya a 4/5 see ya~"he gave a little smirk before closing the door to leave

Brown (The Wolf) kafkaesque

The dominant scent in the air was - of course - tobacco as Brown blew out a puff of smoke from her mouth and glared at the other party. Her teeth carefully clenched the lit cigarette, though she intentionally allowed it to dip a few times just so the simmering ashes could drop down and pose a clear fire hazard. Why? Oh, there was the fact that a handkerchief - which was clearly flammable - lay nearby, and she could always set it alight as a warning if this conversation went south.

Oh, and the fact that she was still pissed over their little brawl. How could she forget that? That time when he tried shooting at her even though she didn't have a single firearm on her...

How fucking pitiful, the middle-aged woman reminisced with a scowl before growling, "You know what? You're still a bitch for making the fight that fucking lopsided. You're still fucking pitiful if you really need a gun to win in a knife fight, let me tell you that. I still swear the terms were different when we first negotiated it out." Not that it mattered, considering that the middle-aged woman had since gained some experience in firearms... Uh oh, bitches! "So for that alone, I'm going to rate your bitch ass zero stars. You get nothing from me. I do not even know why I even invited you into my abode. I think it was so I could laugh, but now I just feel all desolate. Congratulations, motherfucker."

Or, well, she was just feeling edgy, but that seemed to be a mood that followed the accused murderess all the time... Nothing too special here.

The aristocrat paused for a moment to blow out yet another puff of smoke, humming coyly under her breath despite the tirade she had just uttered. For a moment, Brown closed her eyes and imagined what the clouds of smoke would look like. Not at all like gunpowder residue, that was for sure. The middle-aged woman giggled grimly under her breath before opening one eye and gazing at the young man again, this time with a cutesy little smirk that only foreshadowed her getting ready to be a bitch - but on a different front. Nice!

"Actually," Brown piqued in after way too many minutes of silence from her part, "Maybe I can give you half a star. Wait, that's still too generous. Would a quarter of a star work?" She eyed him before starting to giggle in a honeyed, saccharine voice. "You do have that drive to you that I admire. You have a goal that you're committed to, and that's certainly something I can't fucking say to everyone around your age. But that is all the credit I will be giving you- Oh, and I like the guns. I just lied last time because you were a little bitch. But I do like the guns. That's all the credit I'm giving you though. You still owe me one knife fight, by the way. Make it fair at least."

why does Brown keep condoning murder. why is she like this.

time for a quick follow-up. potential cw for imagined graphic violence/gore because Brown is.... terrible....

"Fucking hell," Brown grumbled under her breath when she heard a slight pop. She turned around - only to lock eyes with... Someone who looked like he was ripped out of a television commercial. The middle-aged woman didn't even hesitate to grimace as she took a step back and crossed her arms.

"The fuck do you want?" she growled, "It is not wise at this hour to be dealing with a beast like myself, anyhow. Especially for someone as bright as you. You would attract a criminal from a mile away with those flashy pieces of shit!"

Haha, real funny. Especially considering that Brown herself was - well - not the most respected individual out there. She ran her fingers through her hair before carefully eyeing him, though in quite the cursory manner considering that those clothing items... His outfit... They all came off as so gaudy to her, and she hated it. She hated it so fucking much. Already, she started to imagine what it'd be like if she acted on those violent, beastly urges. To hear the cracking of bone, the splattering of blood, the whistle of a blade coursing through the air.

She closed her eyes.

The cries for mercy, then the cracking of the blade as she stabbed so hard that the metal started to fracture.

It was relaxing, admittedly, but in the shittiest way possible. Imagine thinking about murdering a literal stranger because they annoyed you once. Once!

Brown opened her eyes to listen to the other party rattle about how murder was illegal - or something along those lines. She glared at him but remained silent for the most part, instead conveying her discontent by clicking her tongue against her palate.

"If you say so," she grunted with a bitter laugh, "but I mean... Murder is only illegal because the law - itself an arbitrary concept - makes it that way. I could technically still kill if I wanted to. Wouldn't you agree? Now, you should probably skedaddle along now. I think it'd be such a shame if a fellow like yourself went down the wrong path... At the wrong time."

Clickbait AlmondGames

The virus popped up, leaned back, and examined Brown.

":) hmmm..... :9 I'll rate you.... 3/5! ^_o murder is illegal, you know. :D but, as something illegal myself.... i dont think im in any position to judge!"

( i am SO sorry it took so long to type this despite being so short, ive never really done an ic response like this and after struggling with this so much i dont think ill do it again, oops! hope that what i have it alright.)

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