Hazel looked Kain over. "That coat... Give it to me. " *steals coat*
( 2020 october edit; how and why is this so popular cool tht y'all r having fun though. i still hate how i worded this post but it was like 2018 or smth ) ( this thread was made like 2 years ago, i literally hate how i typed back then hfdjvddjnf )
Pretty self-explanatory. You post IC *and also say it in-character* and look at their character (backstory n stuff, or just appearance) and say what your oc would envy about that oc. Optional: Edit your post saying how your character would respond to the OCs envy.
For example...
Echo: Hi (starter post idk)
Azazel: You have so many weapons and handy tools, dude, you gotta have one for like, every situation right? I'm so jelly man-
(idk)
Rules: You can post again after 5 posts please do it with a different character or different version (( although after the second post of yours is uh,, well posted, and after 5 posts you can use that chara again! )) If you/your oc say(s) anything offensive, please put it as a spoiler, make the color white, or black it out. You can access the black out thing by using the color tool and going to background =P (( I regret using that emoji in my past, please end me ))
That's all I gotta say really. Hit me with your best shot~!
all of my forum games fail i swear- (edit: except this one apparently.)
(Wow, you people really like to be envious of each other.)
//////////// ( response; True, I-i suppose. All that robots really do need is an engineer, a-after all. Though a bad thing is that all of my friends who aren't immortal like some of my friends, i'll eventually see their d-death. Though, i could be reprogrammed to forget the friend(s) in question, but t-that'd be horrible!... )
After gaining knowledge of Hazel's current occupation, Argyle realized the complexity of his own responsibilities in the moment.
"So, a barista job, huh? Sounds simple and easygoing, maybe it's what I should do once I inevitably retire from the stage! It could even be yet another talent for me to perfect.."
donna eyed the sword-bearing figure before her "dollmaker huh?" she glanced at their sword "wouldn't have expected that from someone like you, to be honest." she rose from her sitting position, placed her hands on her hips and smiled toothily. "i'd LOVE to get into that craft. care to teach someone like me?"
Just her luck: struck with a truth curse and a personal question. It couldn’t get any worse than this.
“I…I wish I could trust my intuition as much as you do. I wish I could just follow my heart all ‘willy-nilly’ like you.”
Luhua struggled to control her mouth, but it was like her lips had a mind of its own. To make matters worse, an unfamiliar heat was beginning to snake up her body as the next onslaught of words positioned themselves on her tongue. Was this embarrassment? Or was this the physical manifestation of her envy?
“It’s- it just must be so nice, you know? Being able to do whatever you want to do; saying whatever you want to say without that tiny, stupid voice in your head holding you back. Without it making you question every. single. one. of your choices.”
For the love of Diavolo, stop.
“I can’t do that. I could never do that. And that’s why I envy you. I envy that characteristic soooo much, it makes me want to claw off my own skin. How do you do it? How…can you do it?”
↓”H-hey, don’t fret! I’m sure you’ll find a demon to make a pact with soon enough.“ Something about the person in front of her made her nervous, but she dismissed the feeling. She was probably just tired from the effects of the truth serum.
”I’d be more than happy to help you, but…just what kind of tests will they be…?”
"It's almost mythical, yah know. Pacts with demons. Even if we are from very different worlds, pacts still exist in um. My hell." Lumine found himself rambling, envy pouring through their veins.
"I gave up my belief in science being able to explain everything decades ago, but no magical powers for me." Pushing xer jealousy aside for a brief moment, the young teen pulled out a clipboard and a pen.
"Now, could you possibly assist me in some tests?"
"Gosh - I guess I'm a bit in awe of how much you've achieved at your age!" Mikiko laughs, though he definitely seems a bit wary of Lumine. Could you go to medical school at sixteen? Was that even legal? Shouldn't he know this? Wait.. didn't it take ten years to become a doctor? Did Lumine even go to medical school?
Okay. You know - not his circus, not his monkeys. He maintains a pleasant smile. "Y'know - doctor, magic user, resident of hell, demon fighter.. I think the most productive thing I did at sixteen was break my tibia. But everyone breaks their tibia at least once, right? If only you'd've been my doctor back then."
He pauses for a moment. "Or, uh. Guess you weren't alive.." Did Mikiko even trust Lumine to be a doctor? "But I guess you get the gist."
Willard has known Cayden for a while, the two being close friends. They have many differences, yet many similarities at the same time. But what Willard wouldn't have expected was to feel envy towards a good friend like Cayden, but if he were to deny such feelings; he would be lying to others and himself.
He always admired Caydens strength, physically, mentally , emotionally. He knew Cayden has gone through so much during his life, and yet he has envy towards such strength. How is Cayden so strong? Going through all that he has gone through, yet still stay strong through all of it?
Willard believed that he always needs to get stronger to prove himself that he can be independent. But yet he always felt like he lacks this strength, never being able to prove to the people who care for him that indeed he can be out in the world, independent and free. He get's overwhelmed in places that are crowded yet part of the outside world he so want's to explore, he always has to plan thing's in advance or else he will make a naively dumb decision.
How does Cayden have such strength, but not him? What is the Undead's secret?
Eric was jealous of Willard’s travels. To explore the world, out on adventures reminded him of something out of the fantasy novels he has read over the years. With the ability to practice magic on top of that! Eric would be casting spells, defeating monsters, on different quests and journeys to save the world! How amazing would that be? Not to mention to be able to see his father again…
"How jealous I am, how jealous I am. :)" Smiley hummed while dragging his sledgehammer closer and closer. "You have such a nice smile, but it's not big. Not big at all. :) You could smile more, you could be happier! You could, you could! :) We'll play all sorts of games to get you nice and happy. :) Maybe some Nintendo, maybe some tag. :) I'm so jealous, I remember when I had my best day ever too! :)"
(v Psst the rules say to wait five posts)
(Oh nevermind due to rules, NP can skip me, no problem! Sorry!)
Rory is a maniac killer who aims to be the most creepy and attention given assassin of the Laughing Masks assassin group. And nowadays she hears people in fear of a person named “Smiley” a killer wearing a paper bag who always “wants people to smile” . They say he is always wanting people to “smile”, to teach them how to “be happy” and then would brutally murder them.
Rory is jealous of Smiley for that infamous reputation of his, how does he get so much attention? Does he have a secret quirk when murdering? How does he murder to have this reputation amongst the people? She wants the attention, and Smiley is stealing it she thinks- Damnit!
Rory thinks to herself, making a note to visit Smiley one day. Learn his ways, maybe have a fight with him, maybe befriend the guy.
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Rory’s profile may be empty but here’s some screenshots from my doc which I store my OC info on- Coding hard OWCH-
Rhythm gave Phoebe a sideways glance, and an odd static sound briefly buzzed from her speakers as she closed her eye and turned away. The shape on her screen turned into an odd spiral. "Must be nice..." She said without opening her eye, "... Having other people there with you." The spiral then turned into an x shape. "Even if they're harsh, scary, or whatever it is that you don't like about them... At least they don't make you wait for them like some dog only to never come back for you."
Turning back to Phoebe, her speakers made an odd crackling noise as she sighed. "I wouldn't take that for granted, if I were you... Someday, you may wind up with less." Metal tapped against pavement as she walked away, sparks flying from the tail she dragged behind her.
She scoffed at Bandit. "I can only imagine just how little you have if that's what you think of me... I'm far from invincible. How do you think my screen broke? Do you really think I was built so poorly?"
Her ears flattened against her head, and the shape on her screen became a sort of scribble as her expression shifted into a near-snarl. "And for your information, I'm very much alive. My kind was created to be living batteries, existing for a short time only to be sacrificed for a significant power source. Hear the 'living' part?" She paused for a moment. "Yeah, they didn't either."
It looked sort of like she rolled her eye, but it was hard to tell. "Humans are strange..." She mumbled indistinctly.
Bandit would notice the other, feeling that pang of envy, and hate himself for it.
The sheer power to convert sounds to energy, That lack of living that makes physical harm less likely, if not impossible, The low chance of a sickness and scarring.
He remembered the promise of armour having that affect, And how he was failed due to the trust. +I could be as free as them. I was cursed with the mere body of a human. She has that freedom i was never given. Every vibration on a battle field could fuel her more, Yet it fuels me less. Flesh is weak.+Envy/Sadness+
(I am new to this i hope i didnt do anything wrong-)