DO WHATEVER [IC]

Posted 3 years, 2 months ago (Edited 2 years, 11 months ago) by ticklerust

Tired of those good ol' threads that give you directions? Does reading hurt your eyes? Do you just wanna do whatever? WELL, do we have a thread for you!

There are genuinely no guidelines for this thread. Your OC can say or do whatever to the above OC! Please, no NSFW. Remember to keep triggering topics under a spoiler, guys.

... uh, go wild lol

EDIT 6/5: Please make sure your response is at least a minimum of 4 sentences. Of course, that means 4 sentences of effort! . Be clever, be funny. We want everyone to get something good!

Jan-Paul Jansen fizzelston

"Please sit still," Jan-Paul said. His pencil scratched over the surface of his sketchbook and the Easterling's eyes occasionally flicked towards Aeliana. He has never seen something like her before. So cute… So majestic. She was like a cat….But better! He had to paint her.
"I promised you to give you a pear after we are done, right?" he asked. Jan-Paul slightly wiggled in his chair while his gaze was fixated on the strange 'cat-bunny' (as he had labeled her) on an old table in front of him. Jan-Paul leaned forward. His brow wrinkled. Then he stared at his sketch again. There was something bugging him, but Jan-Paul couldn't figure out what it was. Something was missing. "I can feed you pears, kiwis.. Oh, even some coconuts. Do you like coconuts?" He didn't wait for Aeliana's reply as he continued: "of course you do. Who doesn't like coconuts?"
Jan-Paul paused his hand. The tip of his pencil still rested on the paper. "Who doesn't like coconuts," he repeated to himself. Jan-Paul's mind was racing. Thinking, creating! He eyed his sketch and knew what it was lacking. What he was missing!

"Coconuts," he breathed. "That's it! Aeliana! That's it!" Jan-Paul finally lifted his pencil from his sketchbook.
"What if I drew you with some coconuts," he asked her. "Yes!" Jan-Paul's ears piqued as he held up his hands. He framed Aeliana between his ringed fingers. "Coconuts. That's what this picture is missing," he said.
"J-just stay right there," Jan-Paul ordered as he got up from his seat. He placed his sketchbook on his chair and turned away from her. The perfect opportunity to push some of the props - (Jan-Paul had placed some empty glasses, some yarn and a vase next to her. He thought it would make for an interesting composition. It surely was a unique one.) - off the table.
"Coconuts are hard to get by," he mused to himself. The merchant rubbed his chin. "But not impossible. Not for me! I am the richest man after all. They are rare, you do like rare things right?" He asked before turning back towards Aeliana. His expression froze. "Right?"

AH I love them too 😭😭😭 omg look at these dorks!? JP is dying I am so sorry

Jan-Paul rearranged his fork and knife for the 3th time that evening. His softly shaking fingers made them rattle. He had never been here. Void! What if the food was disgusting? What if Cealestis got ill? What if!? _{What if…}Jan-Paul finally put his cutlery to rest and dared to look up at the other. He smiled. Though the edges of his lips quivered.
“I,” he said. Just a few seconds before, Caelestis started to speak. He quickly swallowed his next line of words (‘hope we don’t get food poisoned’) and nodded quickly. “I think it's a.. Curious place, a” think, “wonderful one,” he said. “I’ve never been here. I’m not sure if the food is any good,” he added in a quick breath.
“It sure is! I mean.. It sure probably feels super small, minature, to you. After all the worlds you have seen, all the lives you have walked,” Jan-Paul said. He couldn’t hide his fascination. Caelestis stories were something to get captivated by. To wonder over. Just like the man himself. Jan-Paul’s cheeks flushed with red.
“H-he was my teacher, yes,” he managed to stumble. “A very kind man,” Jan-Paul added quickly. “I wasn’t his best pupil though.. No, far from I..” The Easterling started to scratch the back of his head thoughtfully. “I’m not as good with music as I’m with charcoal or paint,” he admitted. Then smiled. There was something about the other that made him, at ease. That allowed him to talk about his paintings without shame, or judgement. It felt…Nice. Yes, nice.
“I wish to be as respected like him someday,” he said. Then frowned. “I think its, pleasant, to be remembered as a kind person, you know,” Jan-Paul so desperately tried. “I mean I think you’re very pleasant,” he said. As he gestured at the other with his ringed hand. The merchant then paused. His frown deepened. “I really do! I know that sounded silly but… I just wanted you to know that.”
He then sputtered. Date. DATE. “Y-Yes, you’re right. I really appreciated him as a mentor but I do appreciate your company more,” another long pause, “n-not as a mentor ofcourse! But your company. This,” Jan-Paul’s lips curled nervously, “this date. I think it is very nice. Pleasant even.”
Jan-Paul’s fingers finally let go of his fork, he eyed Caelestis with wide eyes. “You think so? Handsome?” His tone had slíghtly shifted. Jan-Paul stared back. He could hear his heart race, the blood in his ears. Was he really handsome?
“You too,” he whispered in the silence that followed the staring. “OH- yes. I finished with my paper work, uh,” his gaze shifted back towards his trusty fork and he rubbed the edges with his thumb. “A lot of boring business things, I don’t want to bore you with. Ah, please tell me if my conversations are boring, I don’t want to sound,” boring? Void how many times have I said boring already, what if he gets the wrong idea!? “You know..”
Thank the Void for the food. “I hope the food tastes as good as your voice sounds,” he said. Then sheepishly laughed while he quickly spooned whatever he got served (Jan-Paul was too nervous to even look at his dish), “I’m sure it's very sweet! Like you!”

Caelestis Solaestial

^ THAT WAS SO CUTE I'M SOBBING (AND CACKLING)

(ahhh ik i just posted caelestis in here not that long ago and head empty but i miss them ok 😢 and i hope you don't mind also akhjshkjgs)

Dining out—or dining at all—wasn't actually a frequent habit of Caelestis', considering both his relative lack of innate need for it, and particular diet that left far fewer good options either way in addition, but after the exciting time spent at the opera house, it had seemed a good way to wind down and relax. A place of his choice, and while it wasn't the priciest nor most extravagant of the city, the atmosphere held a sophistication that felt likely enough still to avoid any particularly large culture shocks for the Easterling. As amusing as that could be to see as well.

The issue there was more the fact that some cases could take a bit to get used to on his side as well… and two very evidently out of their element aristocrats (though he was not technically) having a dinner date in the likes of a boisterous and bustling pub made for a somewhat odd mental image.

"So," he spoke up, breaking the natural silence that had formed at some point as they waited for the meal, "what did you think?" Caelestis rested his cheek against his palm relaxedly. "It's truly a small world, I must say. I'd only just met Xander not long before, and to now learn of your acquaintance as well, it still amazes me. I understand that your passion lies elsewhere, but I'm certain he made for a fine mentor nonetheless. A deeply respectable man, that one." The last glows of the sun could be seen low over the horizon out the window, signaling a quiet end to the lively day as the evening as well neared its later hours.

"But of course, to only talk of someone else during our date is no good at all, though," he chuckled. "Particularly when one so respectable and accomplished is right before me. So adorable and handsome in addition." Quieting briefly, he gazed unabashedly forward at where the other sat on the opposing side. The convenient thing about these moments, he had to say. For while there was no food on the table even yet to distract oneself with, where else would you look? The only problem now was that the more he looked at Jan-Paul, the cuter he was, and ah, the fact that he couldn't hug him from here was just a bit frustrating, actually. "Tell me, did everything work out well?" The idle chatter was continued in mind of distracting his thoughts from this newfound predicament. "You were so busy just before, and now I've snatched away this entire day to spend with you. I do hope it makes for a relaxing break now, at least." He himself at the very least was certainly happy, that was for sure.

Frustrating as the distance so cruelly denying his urges of affection was, it was almost a faint disappointment when the waiter at last arrived with a steaming tray of food, leaving little choice behind but for a brief interlude to any conversation for the sake of enjoying the delicacies that they had arrived for. Ah, alas! Caelestis could only remind himself that there would of course be time later as well, still.

Solita Desperationis melodiemori

solaestial admittedly I went a little overboard and uh... there's a lot. I was just struck with inspiration though :' I hope this is okay!!

Solita has never felt so drawn to someone before, not once in her life. Or perhaps she had before and she could simply not remember. Either way, she felt curious about the person in which her gaze rested upon, and her desire to approach him was rather... strong. It was interesting to her, this feeling, and the curiosity in which he piqued inside of her could not be ignored. Such a strong feeling, such a strong curiosity... she just had to approach him. But she held back and averted her gaze from him. Perhaps she shouldn't approach him. Maybe it was best to stay put or move along with her day. But she had the feeling in which she simply could not ignore, the feeling that was telling her to talk to him and satisfy her curiosity or else she would go the rest of the day full of regret.

Smoothing down the skirt of her dress, careful to get out all the little wrinkles, she bit the inside of her cheek. She was internally damning her ability to become easily interested in others, for because of all the bad outcomes she's faced she was certain that was always the sort of thing that would happen. She was doubting her every choice in this very moment; the choice she chose to follow through with would have the potential to affect her mood through the whole day. It was rather unfair how all the bad things in life could make you more sensitive to things such as deciding to talk to someone or not, but it was the way life was. Solita disliked this fact greatly but there was nothing to be done about it. Besides, you had to take risks in life, right? Indeed she was overthinking this, but it was a habit at this point. And habits for Solita are not easily broken.

Solita eventually gave in to the curiosity that was infecting her brain. She decided this was a bad but fine decision nonetheless, unless it turned out okay. She merely hoped that her brutal honesty and straightforward nature wouldn't draw Caelestis away from her. So now she approached him with her hands folded neatly in front of herself. It was both a defensive habit and simply a habit out of being under Caphriel's rule, but it was something she never realized that she was doing. She was attracted to this person but in no other way than the curious kind, and she desperately had to satisfy her social needs. If the possibility of being turned away was how she had to do that, then so be it.

Now she was standing there, close enough to be noticed but not directly in front of him, and she felt rather tense. All the past interactions with others were beginning to plague her mind, but she shoved them away without much of another though. She merely had to get them out of her head. Not as easy as it might sound, but it was apparently easy enough for Solita to do. She approached him ever so slightly more, her eyes trained on him. She refused to look away. She didn't want to display the nervous feeling which she was feeling on the inside.

Clearing her throat, half to catch his attention and half out of nervousness, she put on her best emotionless mask. Summoning up her confidence, which was one part real and one part pretend, she finally spoke up.

"I do hope that I'm not disturbing you," Solita spoke softly but audibly, and she shifted her position a bit. "I suppose I have not much to say, but I feel drawn to you. Not in any way other than the fact that you piqued my curiosity." She looked briefly around, suddenly losing her confidence, real and fake. But of course she would refuse to show this, and she looked back to Caelestis and gave him the tiniest smile that did not quite reach her eyes. It was a rather forced smile for her fears were starting to overtake her mind, but she was trying her very hardest to ignore such things.

"I suppose... I may be losing my words a little bit," She admitted. "But there's something interesting about you. Perhaps it's just the way you look, but I don't know... you just pique my curiosity is all." She shrugged nonchalantly as if to shrug away her words. She was beginning to think that this was a rather bad idea after all, but she was in too deep now. She was in too deep the very moment that she opened her mouth to him. "Do forgive my lack of... social skills. I'll admit that I always expect the worst from talking to others. My honesty and straightforward nature always drives others away. But I just wanted to compliment your appearance. I love the elegant look." Her expression turned to that of something genuine and sincere, a moment where she finally allowed her face to become something other than a blank mask. She hoped that this way he wouldn't think she wasn't being genuine. "I wish I could dress elegantly like that. I guess I'm already slightly elegant but... I want something more. I just... live with someone who wouldn't really want me to. So I choose to admire the elegance of others instead. I hope you don't mind me saying any of this."

She looked slightly apologetic but she wasn't really sorry. The elegance of the person before her was something she could only ever hope to have someday, but she doubted that she would ever get there. She didn't have such an air of elegance to her, and Caphriel would never let her do so anyways. He wanted her to be simpler. She had no idea why, but she was alright with it. She just hoped that someday she would have the ability to be a little more elegant in mannerism and dress, even if only every now and then.

Benson haunted_house

my favourite thing, now that im a ghost, is that i can just... do literally whatever i want! i dont have to worry about deadlines or the marching on of time or the scariness of being an adult. i can just,,, float around all day! :D i can pet all the dogs i want, sleep for as many hours as i want, hell, i could probably get lost in the woods for a few years if i wanted to!...... actually.... thats not the worst idea i've ever come up with....

(benson, and his impulsive decisions, were not seen again for another 2 years, 3 months, and 17 days)

Nobutaka Deguichi PicklePantry

(I'll do one for you both bc I had an idea!)

Taka squinted at the paper in his hand, then at the person in front of him, then back at the paper. It was a missing person's poster for the very same guy! "What the..." he mumbled before turning the paper over for Benson to see. "This you, kid?" He quickly shook his head. "Dunno why I bothered askin', I ain't seen anyone else with that weird fish thing on their head. This is definitely you. You know you been missin'? Been like two years 'n a few months or somethin'." Taka rolled up the paper and leaned over. "Ya ain't look lost or missin' ta me, though. You better head over ta whoever's missin' ya or else things'll get worse. Or hell, I'll take ya 'n claim the reward!" he barked with laughter.

Just as Taka was about to drag Benson over himself, he spotted a familiar face ways away. "You-- OI! You! Hold it!" Forgetting about the teen, he strode over to the woman. "Yeah, I knew it was you! You're the dame that was watchin' me in my sleep 'n shit. You stalkin' me?" Despite what he said, he seemed to be giving her a wolfish grin. "I don't know what the hell was goin' on at the weird ass mansion'a yours when I was there, but ya treated me pretty damn well. Lemme make it up to ya, yeah?"
He glanced at her. "Yer all dressed fancy'n shit. Ya ever been out in the city, Dame? Like the city. Talkin' bars 'n buildin's 'n shit. Well get ready then, 'cause I'm showin' ya around! I ain't takin' no for 'n answer, neither!"

Maribelle Burnett Vapor

Maribelle had mixed feelings about the bowling alley. Its floors were tacky and the food was so bland to her that even she, someone who ate practically everything, would be fine going hungry for an hour. But, bowling was fun, even though her expression barely changed while she played. She wasn't as good as Nobutaka. You're only as good as people teach you to be. Or whatever.

But then her score rose to tie with his. The shitty, awful, faux-medieval fetus started feeling smug, even if, again, such hardly showed on her face. Her words, on the other hand...

"I could probably do this left-handed." Maribelle droned to Nobutaka, walking away from the lane to meet him at the table. Her doing anything like this left-handed was probably a bad idea. Way to lose the rest of your fingers. "I'm sure I could rival you in the arcade, too." Bowling was one thing. Video games were another. She was still getting used to joystick and glowing screens and the manly cries of the little pixelated Street Fighter men.

In other words: destroy this punk.

"We're almost done here, anyway. Unless you want to pay an extra hour." she mentioned, "We can go in there when we're done, right? Into the arcade. Before you drive me home. Or to your home. I don't think you can fit that thing on the cliffs." Abandon her. "If I win, though, will you show me how to do it? If you win, I'll... give you my horse?"

Valnier Reikslot ProfessionalDumbass

Valnier slind the game peice across the board. The pawn takes the place of Maribelle's own pawn. A simple skirmish in the middle of the game board. The witch hunter found some comfort around this young woman. She wasn't particularly important per se. She held no large sway in the free cities' political games, no skill on the battlefield that his forces needed. But she was pleasant, and intelligent "your move assistant" he referred to her by title. If she won possibly a last name basis will be appropriate

The young woman snarled a bit at her piece being taken. Before she made her move Valnier eyed a small breach in his defenses. A bishop's move would make his queen vulnerable for taking no matter how he moved it, he didn't betray this fact. Sadly Maribelle had noticed the weakness herself and placed the bishop down, not a hint of superiority was found in her movements. Good good, she was humble. To an extent. She was likely singing her praise in her mind with a poker face that would make an Ossiarch's stone face seem expressive

Valnier let a small laugh escape his lips as he began his next move "well-played girl, if you make more moves like that and you may make a...competent regiment leader. Keeping the men from making stupid decision"

Fukagawa _kaylarts_

“Now, I’m no beast-man,” Fukagawa said with a scowl, looking down at the old man, hands on his hips, and thoroughly ignored. Did this guy really just call him a “beast-man”, in a sense, was it because of the horns? Really? Well, prepare to get fooled, old geezer!

“Hey look over there!” He quickly pointed his hand out.

The man didn’t seem amused. Fukagawa sighed, he squinted his eyes at the old witch hunter, testing him…

Okay, well, I will try again. HAHA.

“Whatever, if you won’t look over there... then just watch me for a second. Prepare to have your mind blown, youngin’.”

Fukagawa stepped back from Valnier, and disappeared behind a tree, only to emerge moments later, completely de-beastified. Horns and claws gone, cat eyes just regular brown orbs, and teeth as boring as can be. Just like his new, very peasant-like, clothing.

He smiled at the man, with an essence of fakeness, and gave a small bow. “I’m a spirit, not a monster. Though I often get confused with them, it is slightly understandable… I suppose.”

Kassius kordesii

Taking a small rest on a riverbank was certainly relaxing, the dragon keeping his feet dipped into the water as he sat back and up at the clouds above. He thought about nothing in particular, one thing drifting to another, and then another, as time passed him by. Days like these certainly were nice, Kassius not holding a single care as the day went on without him. He always preferred it to anyways. Constantly moving along was exhausting sometimes, and it wasn't like he didn't have the time to just... exist for a moment.

His eyes caught movement, gaze flicking to a tall form, his eyes meeting those of Fukagawa. He blinked, sensing the strength the other carried, although he made no move to stand or act, merely staring for a moment before he looked back down at the water. "You here to chill too?" He asked, gaze flicking back up to Fukagawa, an easygoing smile coming onto his lips. He did not seem to mind the other's presence, still looking to just sit and relax there at the edge of the river.

Not that he wouldn't act if the other did, but he was in no mood to fight nor run. He just wanted to sit there, feet in the water, and relax.

omg i love their interactions already lol

Noticing that he had a little stalker was quite amusing as he moved through the city, pretending that he did not notice the flash of red hair peaking beneath the baseball cap. It was clear they were trying to be sneaky, as well as trying to hide their identity at the same time. Now who could..? Ah, yes, he remembered. The concert, the red hair, the little gift he had given him. Was he perhaps looking to receive more gold? If that was all he wanted he should just go ahead and ask, Kassius would not mind.

But eventually Kassius was just about done with his small errands, and decided he might as well approach Kenshin, moving over to him when he realized he was distracted. Hands on his hips, grin on his face, he stared down at the man as he frantically tried to make up an excuse to try and make Kassius believe he was not following him. "Oh? Leaving so soon? And here I was going to offer you a nice dinner, all on me." He said, hands moving to be crossed over his chest now as he let out a small chuckle. Ah, how amusing Kenshin was! He seemed to be different from that act he pulled on stage, and that made Kassius want to keep him around.

Kenshin Yamada PicklePantry

Brows furrowed behind his sunglasses, Ken poked his head out from the corner of an alleyway. He could see Kassius walking around-- it was hard to miss with how big the guy was. Stupid, dumb... Behind his mask Ken was gritting his teeth. He couldn't stand this! Ever since that weird confrontation with the gold he couldn't stop thinking about this guy! At first he thought it was because of how crazy the situation was, and the fact that the guy was part dragon, but now... now he wasn't so sure, and it frustrated the hell out of him.

So here he was, dressed in a long jacket and baggy jeans, sunglasses and face mask covering up his face and a baseball cap over his head to hide his red hair, practically stalking Kassius. He wasn't even sure what the point of this was. What good did it do for him to know what he liked or where he frequented? To somehow have a "chance" meeting with him and talk more? Pfft, yeah right-- Wait, where was he-

Ken jumped when he noticed Kassius near him and quickly spun around, frantically looking for his phone. Phone??? Phone?!? Where the hell was it?! He glanced over nervously when caught, eyebrow twitching. "I-I, uh--" He cleared his throat and tried to make it sound different. "Lost! Ha ha, th-this isn't where I parked my car! I... Shut up! I'm leaving!"

Parker ArtisticTiger

Parker scrambled over to Kenshin and started at him for several minutes. He giggled mischievously. He had never seen someone with so much red! “Woah!” He started pulling at his outfit. “Why you so red!” Soon Parker had managed to climb onto Kenshin‘s shoulder where he started playing with his hair and messing it up.

Mary fizzelston

“I've never seen someone eat this much before,” Mary laughed. There was a hint of fear lingering in her giggle. Alarm and expectation. She placed down another plate before Parker, then set down.
“Risotto with sheep’s milk,” she pointed out. Mary even used her hand (and a few of her neck tentacles) to point at the plate. “My mother used to make risotto back home,” she breathed. “Oh! I’m not as good at cooking as her, though! Don’t expect too much!” the shepherd reflected.
Mary placed her hands behind her and leaned backward in the grass. “Our province is known for its pasta. My mother was known for her risotto,” she said softly. Mary’s eyes traced the clouds above them. She still remembered those hot summer nights down in the valley. The smell of fresh pasta that nestled in the whole house. She used to disliked it. Mary’s gaze fell back onto the place, and she frowned. Her poorly made risotto made her homesick.

“Tell me about your parents?” Mary asked Parker. Her gaze flicked back up. Away from the plate. “Are they, you know,” she pressed her thumbs against each other and one of her arm tentacle curled itself around the other wrist. “Like us? Human-monster hybrids?”

Parker ArtisticTiger

Parker smiles. “My mommy is a human and my daddy is a monster.” He doesn’t realize the huge mess he’s making with his food. “Monster human hybrids aren’t too common around us so they get a few weird looks.”

fizzelston

Sean muichiro

He glances upwards, checking for the child's parents. It was the middle of the day and he was practicing baseball on the field with his team. Low and behold, some kid wandered over and decided to babble about all kinds of things. Majority of his teammates were laughing and Sean himself couldn't help from snickering softly in amusement. Bringing his bat on his shoulders, he tilts his head to the side, smiling to himself. "Why don't you go stand over there by my teammate and we'll pass you the ball?" Truth be told, he would keep to his promise, but first he had to hand the child off to someone else to entertain through words!

Parker ArtisticTiger

I love how Parker is just here randomly like some sort of cryptid XD

Parker bounces on his feet in place. “Yay I love catch!” He runs over to find a good place to catch from. He wasn’t too coordinated and ended up tripping and falling halfway to his destination. He stood up looking a big dazed. Then he shook himself off and giggled. His clothing was all dirty but he didn’t seem to mind. He seemed to be eying a puddle nearby..