“Aww you’re so cute I don’t know what to say! Well except for one thing.” Rivers’ bright tone dropped a bit, “You’d probably be eaten alive in the Mojave, such a shame.” He said solemnly, “Maybe if you got a bit bigger and stuff you’d be more cut out for it, that’s really all I can say about you that’s negative.” Rivers pat the bunny’s head softly before flashing a smile and walking off
It's Time For A Game, Kids
i believe this is pretty self explanatory, post IC and have your OC say what they dislike about the OC above them. be sure to give more than two-word answers tho! im sure you wouldnt like that if some put that low of an effort into a reply to your oc. you dont have to write paragraphs either just - yknow, a response that has effort into it!
also, this isn't some like Super Personal Mean thing, this is just for fun. dont get nasty to the PEOPLE who own said ocs
lets mcfreakin lose it!!!
"Your lack of self-preservation and care for your own safety, is as concerning as it is pathetic. How miserable."
"I'm not too fond of those who participate in war and bloodshed. I can never fully understand why one would enjoy the death of many. It is sad and sickening..." the deity crossed his arms and looked down, not even bothering to look at the cannibalistic immortal.
“Too calm and friendly. And how can he STAND living on land?? He won’t mind if hunters kill animals, yet doesn’t like it if they’re killed for fun? I don’t get it.” ciarán scoffed. Crossing her arms.
" Hmm ... well, i just don't understand nor can i visualize how a crown can make you do such awful things! I know of many things, but there is not a world cruel enough where i would let myself be overtaken by my worldly emotions, a mortal with the powers of an otherworldly being ... hm, i don't think i'll ever understand such a vile thing. "
There was something mind-bending about meeting someone like Natty. I mean, no duh, right? Still, Hakim's usual frown was ever prevalent here, always displeased, always making itself and his disdain for whoever was unlucky enough to approach him unknown. Even a child was not spared from the frigidity of his stare, as he scrutinized the nephis. But what was it, really, that put him at such unease?
The reminder of how small he was, ultimately. To some it might have been a comfort to not matter in the grand scheme of things, but the lord's scowl worsened, his eyebrows knitted, his nose crinkled in disgust. It was better not to think of these things. Surely what he dedicated his life to mattered more than Natty's own work. Handing out sin like candy -- Hakim could do that to. That was what war was.
"..We won't benefit from each other." he spoke simply, "Find your own way."
"This loser? This a-hole who hurt my Lena's feelings and made her cry? This worthless garbage? You're asking me why I dislike this loser? You mean, why don't I like an incel who only approves of one-dimensional women. Why don't I like a worthless pile of meat who degrades women because they don't fit his mold or find him attractive? This disgusting Y chromosome who knows no other emotions but anger when he doesn't get his ways? This entitled nasty excuse of a man who has great means and tools to help him accomplished his many a lists and gain accolades and still crying? This emotional wreckage? A bum waiting for a woman to 'save' him and play his therapist, mommy, and be an emotional support? Wow, I mean. Great question. I guess I don't know why I dislike him. Probably because he doesn't like cats."
"Such typical derogatory words used to belittle a woman infront of this camera crew. Do you see this? Does it make you feel like a big Jon now? What a typical entitled prick. You truly think your story trumps over mines? Like I am 'other' to your male dominated version of events. You are chained to a crazy 'chick'. You have to burn yourself to keep alive. You're such a helpless victim. Truth is, I'm chained and weighed down by this man child. Being next to him for 4 months has lowered my IQ."
^ He stared at her for several seconds before rubbing the bridge of his nose "I don't know if you realize but, if I can set myself on fire, I can also set you on fire. I'm just sayin'. Someone who tries to kill someone else who has never once tried to harm them does not really deserve any kind of recognition or respect, you tried to kill me.. Several time. So I'm not as helpless as you think, I just don't want to act like killing the other is the ultimate response unlike a CERRRRTAIN SOMEONE!" as they could suddenly hear the talkshow crowd gasp. He did grin a little bit "Also my deepest condolenses for your dead IQ points, but I relish every seconds of you slowly losing brain cells. Maybe eventually you'll start enjoying life, look at me! Barely got half a brain cell and I know how to enjoy life without having a stick constantly stuck up my ass!"
Jonathan was sitting on a rather comfortable coach and what was left of this formally cocky, playful and prideful man was but a distanced memory. He was exhausted, annoyed, he barely had slept for what had been for months. But he still managed to try and joke a bit "Why we hate eachothers?" he gasped sarcastically as he placed a hand over his chest, raising his other hand in defense, that one hand that had now been cuffed for 4 whole month to a woman named Arkillia. "Come on, were practically best buddies now!"
Before taking a peek at the feminist, he finally sighed "Ok to be fair I tried being nice to her but chick keeps brambling on how all men are dick, messed with her a little bit because that's what I do to deal with situations like those. She tried to KILL ME! SEVERAL TIMES!" he gazed at the interviewer, a serious look on his face as he motioned to Arkillia with both hands "She's a fucking sociopath, man, I had to set myself on fire so many times just so she can't touch me, she keeps telling men are dicks and she's out there trying to kill men. Did you see me ever try to kill her? No. I'm just trying to figure out a way out of those stupid cuffs! I honestly have every reasons to kill her, like bruh, she's trying to kill me. That's called survival. I can't even sleep anymore without keeping an eye open incase she tries to choke me with the cuffs!" he grunted "Please, I beg of you, deliver me from this woman!"
v OK I JUST SAW THAT AND FUCKING CACKLED
Jonathan was just eating a brioche, man, absolutely minding his own business as he walked by a road at the side of a farm. That was until all of a sudden, he noticed an angry scarecrow storming toward his direction, it had been so long he had... In his case... Forgotten about the scarecrow. He would remember the field fire if it was mentioned, just not the scarecrow "EY YO WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled out as he immediately backed up, confused as how that scare crow would know. "I ain't here to burn any fields buddy, I'm just passing by I swear!"
Jonathan wasn't scared of much, but part of him felt like he shouldn't mess with that scarecrow.
Memory was a new concept to Hayes. Seeing Jonathan was the first time he'd been aware of memory, because he recognized him. He couldn't remember how he remembered him or where from, but he knew that face. When he saw that face he saw fire. It made him suck in his face. Fire. That man controlled fire. Chaotic, powerful, hungry flames that ravaged lands and farms-- his farm.
Not anymore.
"LEAVE!!!" rasped the scarecrow. He ran towards Jonathan as quickly as his hay-filled legs could carry him. He pushed his way through the corn stalks, arms dangling behind him. The crows were finally frightened by him and flew off in a frenzy. "NO FIRE. NO MORE. FIRE. ON FARMS. ON. MY FARMS. LEAVE."
There was something off about the other girl. Most people could have labelled it as Maribelle's typical paranoia, and maybe it was -- after all, Stephanie was... well. She seemed typical. There was the issue of her scars, however, and Maribelle was sure that they hid a not-so-innocent secret behind them, but was that proof of anything? Not really. And Maribelle knew it. She couldn't help but scowl, her mind racing in the moment, thinking of what there could possibly be to say...
"Your voice is annoying."
Ah. There it is.
"You say 'like' and 'totally' and you just sound so nasally when you speak." said Maribelle, now an apparent hater of Valley girls. She didn't even really care for most girls her age in the first place, so perhaps it was only a matter of time before she got tetchy with Stephanie. "Are you not embarrassed to have such poor diction? I don't even know how you became so well-liked at that school of yours. The way that you stand out is... irritating. And what's with the stupid bat? Do you even play baseball? ..Eugh. Just pray you know how to wield that thing."
Apparently this was a train of teenagers or something. Teenagers beefing. Normal high school day or whatever.
..That aside, Maribelle was, as usual, curt in her approach, as a lack of bluntness, she believed, rarely helped anyone. Not that she was interested in helping Iowa. The other person... bothered her. I mean. Duh, right? They were loud, too much of a jokestar, and though their aspirations were... commendable enough, that didn't save them from being...
"Irritating." Maribelle's tone was flat, "Do you have any idea how foolish you act..? It would do you well to straighten, stand tall, and not... do whatever it is you've been doing. It's just all a bother seeing you flaunt yourself as if you're actually to the point proper for flaunting in the first place."
"..And who the Hell hates snakes? You clearly have no appreciation for cute things."