what does your oc dislike about the oc above them?

"You're a very selfish person, right? Someone who only cares about themselves..." Quill stared at Mateus, a calculating look on his face. "As much as I don't want to care about the things you do, I have a feeling that-" He turned to the god and looked him directly in his eyes. "You'll be getting in my way..." he hissed.
"Typical of gods as obnoxios as you to mess with the life of humans. Leaving only anguish and empty promises behind. That's MY job! And if you plan on intervening with my buisness," Clearly agitated, the outlaws hand hovered above the side of his belt. A means to get a deadly knife from his soft feathers. "Then I'm not afraid to use you as practice for what I'll do to my gods." Quill may or may not have been aware that he's clearly overestimating himself. But his pride would not let any of that show.

     Allegro blinked. "Something I dislike...? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean?" He slowly stirred more sugar into his tea as Quill explained himself. Surely there was something the prince disliked about him? There had to be! To which he leaned back in his seat and gazed upwards in thought. "Something I dislike..." he muttered, though his attention was quickly pulled away by a butterfly that landed on his nose.

     The prince lazily looked back at Quill when forced to pay attention, replying with a carefree smile. "I don't have anything I dislike about you," he answered easily. "You're cute, your reactions are adorable, your musical skills are incredible, and even if you're a little rough with En, I can tell you're looking out for him. Those are all important enough for me."
     He closed his eyes and tilted his head while scratching his chin. "But if there's one thing that bothers me, it's that we don't get that much time together." His smile widened as he held up a finger. "We both have pretty heavy schedules, but hopefully we can have more time for each other soon. Wouldn't you like that, too? That also reminds me, how are you with spicy food? I heard of a small town nearby holding some kind of salsa festival and I think that might make a great date."

What a gorgeous, fancy-schmancy shmuck.

There was room for only one of those assholes in Hakim's life, and that was Hakim himself. Allegretto, as far as the Yene was concerned, had no place near him. He made that as clear as possible, looking over the other with a cold stare. And then, he opened his vile mouth to speak just as vile words, no matter if Allegretto had the brain to care not for what some mountain man had to insult him with. "My uncle only tolerates you because you're royalty. We've had enough of you doves and dove-likes to know what baggage comes with your arrival."

"I'm unsure why you were dragged out here. Negotiations?" He scoffed at the idea. "You look so very tired, or... like you're hardly even there. You look like a fish. Maybe you act like a fish. What about when you actually speak to people? Tell me, by the Gods, you'll have the brain to listen. Otherwise, you're but a pretty face. I'm certain you've never even crushed a skull in your sad little empty life."

Before he continued on, Hakim caught a glare out of the corner of his eye. He looked across the half-crowded room they were in, spotting an older woman glowering at him. It was enough to intimidate him where the prince apparently failed, as he shied away somewhat, like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar.

"..There are flower gardens. Gardens, and greenhouses, but you'll need a key to access the latter. Don't think anyone here will bothering giving them to you." He then rolled his eyes. "Unless you impress Sir Burnett, wherever he is. If you're as unhurried as I think you are, as unhurried as he is... This isn't going to go anywhere."

The salt sea air made Xander shiver. Biscuit's heavy breaths created clouds and dust. Xander seated himself better on his horse's back as his gaze absentmindedly drifted over the dune landscape before them. Empty.
There was only sand and marram grass. No people, beside their own. Some of Hakim's falconers were further ahead, their birds soared the grey open skies.

"Blood seems to follow you," Xander slowly remarked. "Sir," he quickly added. As some form of politeness.
"It follows you around like your shadow," Xander said. His gaze fixated on one of the few falcons. His fingers danced around Biscuit's reins.
"I am in no position to judge you, sir." Xander's gaze finally snapped away from the sky and he now looked at Hakim. "So, I won't." Xander pressed a thin smile on his lips.
"But…" he carefully said. Knowing he just contradicted himself.
"I want to give you my advice, if I may, sir. It's just an old hound's talk," he said. Dismissing himself before the other could. Xander's fingers tensed around the straps. His knuckles paled.
"I would suggest you to be more careful," he said. "More delicate. Sometimes." Xander's fingers eased slightly. Biscuit tossed its head. "You see, politics is like a rope. You either walk on it sir, or place it around your neck." Xander gently rubbed his own throat. He couldn't feel the scarred tissue with his gloved hands, but he still knew where it was.
"This is no judgment." Xander raised one hand defensively. "Please, do not take this as nagging or over dramatic unwanted orders." Xander's gaze slowly drifted back towards the birds. "This is not something you múst follow. I am in no position to command you. I do know your wise enough to make your own decisions, sir."
He watched one bird diving down from the sky. It's talons ready to grab an unexpected rabbit. "But, one day, that bad blood will haunt you, it will ask for a price. It always does." Xander frowned. Then quickly looked away as the bird of prey landed.
"I just hope you will be able to pay for it."

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Hey! I hope it's ok, to add a small note for np : I want to ask you to not use his weight/body type as the focal point for your post 🙏. Thanks!

WAH thank you!! That's beautifully written and the flow in the sentences is so good!?

sasha can admit they don't generally favor those with wealth, especially people who seem to spend it so lax and unwisely. this, they think, could imply only having recently come into it, and therefore could be something they would let go, were it not for the fact that that isn't the only reason they don't like xander klingelhof, and that the main reason is much pettier.

it's the voice.

the grating humming "cymbals rubbing against your brain" of it, inescapable and clarified. this, combined with the party chatter, creates what feels like a hotter room, pushing up against their skin.

sasha twitches the corner of their mouth underneath the mask, but feels that their attempt at a smile is more like an anticipatory grimace. "i heard you have a daughter, sir. how is she?"

(they try very hard internally to grapple onto some other, less trivial, reason to dislike the man, but come up empty handed. through a chain they have heard of his humble origins, and the theater he maintains, which brings them to a point they could grasp onto, were they to be more unnecessarily spiteful: they don't like performers.

but even then, xander doesn't fit the bill. he does not appear dramatic, or strange, and as far as sasha is aware, people cannot control how far their voice travels.)

"i hope she is- is well, and your partner too." sasha flicks their ears back.

"unlike... many of the people here," they purr, lifting their head to stare, very vacantly, at the room, "you are a... good man."

they swallow. "but, um, actually, i think, with all due respect, your voice is in my skin."

ooc: i hope i have done you justice. i really do adore xander and also your characters in general, they are all extremely well written and have lovely designs (also your art style is gorgeous)

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response

(IM SORRY AHEAD OF TIME VALNIER IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING ADSHOLE ON THE PLANET WHEN IT COMES TO “BEASTS” AND SICKLY PEOPLE 

Valnier hated, that was really the only thing he could think at first. Now mind you he was fully aware there were other emotions swirling around in his head. But hate was the basest form. It was easy to hate this cowering beast. The cane, the sickly look, and of course the fact it decided to masquerade as human with clothes. 

Disgusting thing “I feel, the worst part about your self is that” the witch hunter had to take a moment. It was of course the beast blood. But probably worse was how it tried to hide part of it with a mask. No no

It was most likely the damnable hate for superiors. Yes yes, that was it “you hate those above you? They are there for a reason. They are better than you. Be thankful you have yet to cause trouble. You are on thin ice as it is” 

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Np: be as mean as you want to Valnier he 100% deserves it 

Seth blinks, seemingly shocked that he was looking down at a man much, much older than him. Not by much - but certainly enough for it to cross his mind.

"Um. Okay." His voice is cold and unfeeling, and even as he looks to Valnier, his gaze betrays little of what he's actually thinking. "You are very cruel, sir."

Clearing his throat, he cracks his neck to the side, picking absently at his bottom lip with his finger. "I don't understand your hatred of those you do not understand. You are vicious towards someone, as you were just now, that you do not know in any meaningful way. You hold deep distain toward beasts, toward those you deem lesser, by value of how hard they work. Why?" 

Even as he speaks, his tone is deceptively uninvolved - were it not made obvious by how he stood before Valnier, his intonation reads, at best, like an aloof politician practicing a speech. "There will always be people that work harder than you. I do not take that you would enjoy their distain of you for what seems like no reason; I imagine you certainly believe you work hard." 

Fidgeting with his hands, he instead hooks them in the pockets of his jacket. "Ah.. anyway."

 ooc: be as evil as u please. Ok wonderful have a wonderful day

"Well, for starters your outfit is gaudy." He folds his legs and sits back, making himself comfortable in the larger, more cushiony chair between them. When Seth had arrived (for whatever reason he thought Viper was qualified to speak with), he'd offered him the lesser of the seats, just to see if he'd take it. So far, it was looking like he would. "Also, as a fellow crop top wearer- if you're going to wear one, lose the muscles. It makes me uncomfortable to even look at. Like look-" Leaning back, he lifts the hem of his own shirt up revealing his fit, yet not too muscular stomach. "See that? It's more in fashion. Nobody likes six packs or four packs these days, come on. Oh and one last thing."

Releasing his shirt, he sits up higher.
"Your admiration or whatever for your dad is weird. Just kill him and live your life!~"

[i love u seth]

“You’re tacky.” Folklore started, quirking a brow at the young villain before him. “For someone so destructive, you have almost no physical protection. You use knowledge, of all things, and play it into your… snake like behaviours.” He spat, glowering at the smug man before him. “You won’t let anyone get near you, emotionally. Though that is a fault of my own, you take it a step further. You poison those who trust you, you corrupt the minds of the innocent, you are a COWARD.” He raises his voice, not noticing that he had stood up until he was almost leaning down, face to face with Viper. 

“And your crop top fucking sucks.”

(I love him im sorry 😭💕)

“I don’t understand how you can.. take away someone’s life because you deem your enjoyment more important. There is a fine line to walk and it’s all about motivation”.

N’arfi has killed a lot but it was all for the greater good. To stop a war between humans and dragons and to give back freedom to nations. 

“The way you go after people’s appearance is also disgusting. I heard what you said to that man. Pray tell… do you think it’s amusing or are you just insecure because you feel inferior?” His ears tilt backwards as he snarls.

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(Response to person below uwu)

“Beat up looking?” He says in a disappointed tone. It was true, he had scars everywhere but they were all there for a good reason. “To be frank, people like you are the truly ungrateful ones. Saying that I should stop caring because i look beaten up is ungrateful. I’d like to see you try slaying those beasts yourself. You’d be their dinner within a minute.”

He was forced to be the hero but he also had grown accustomed to it and he was one of the most experienced adventurers in the realm. “The next time that there is a calamity or the world is about to end, you’re going to beg for me to fix it like everyone else”.

“You know how I feel about those people who always try to play hero no matter what danger is out there.” Caspian’s voice shifted from contempt to concern. “Mark does it and… ugh. Drives me mad to no end.”

“You wouldn’t be so beat-up looking if you just knew which battles to pick; I’d just up and leave if I were you. You don’t need to throw yourself out there all the time, in a world that doesn’t deserve people like you…” 

He noticed his cold facade was fading. He hurriedly tried to bring it back.

“…it’s almost idiotic.”

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np: caspian is an asshole his only redeeming traits are being smart and being hot. tear into him lmfao theres a world of choices on what you could dislike

Dorothie is stepping along, her bendy legs carrying her as she whistles Turkey in the Straw with her eyes closed. And suddenly, she bumps into something. Dorothie falls to the ground with a whistle sound. When she hits the ground, stars appear along with the dust, and then turn into birds and fly around her head. Dorothie opens her eyes, scaring away the little birds. Her eyes jolt out of her head at what she saw. Were those fox ears? Dorothie’s instincts almost kicked in, about to attack the fox boi. Dorothie is angered at the sight of Caspian, as she is an Anatolian Shepherd, a dog bred specifically for protecting livestock from wild threats.