Favorite Character of the OC Below (IC)

Weiss flipped a quarter and hid the front facing side with his hand.
"You! You look like a wise young lady, a lady, whom, maybe could hold such knowledge on what side this coin flipped on? Do you think it's heads or tails?" A smug grin formed on his smug bastard face, continuing to tease like a middle school boy.
"I think tails."

Alas, whatever faulty trick he was trying to pull on the poor woman failed; the coin rested on heads. In a fit of unkept rage, Weiss frustratingly threw the coin across the room, causing it to bounce off of a wall and roll around on the floor. Shucks.
"Well, whatever. I guess you are really wiser than I thought," he sang, as if Odette had some sort of hidden psychic ability that controlled which side the quarter would land on, ".. Or, maybe? You appear quite sickly! Have you eaten today? You look mighty scrawny, I'm sure there's some chips or some shit stashed around here I could give you." Heim rose from his seat, further looking down at Odette with beady mole rat eyes.

".. Do you like chips? You seem kinda .. hoity toity. I don't got any canned soup or any of that fancy shit laying around," he put his filthy rodent finger into his mouth, nonchalantly picking at his teeth. "Mm, but I guess I could respect that, eh? You look smart. You seem smart. But there's something that's telling me to pity you, ain't that weird? You happen to suffer through any weird childhood trauma or some shit?" He scoffed. "Hell, probably just some weird instinct. You look mangy, that's all."

How nice.

"Some broad left some tea here, too, if you're into that. I don't know what 'Goo - long' is, but it sounds disgusting. She was weird as fuck, anyway, I don't drink tea -- so on your way out I'll give you the lot." Weiss shrugged and shuffled towards the end of the room, bending his scrawny ass over to pick up the aforementioned quarter.
"Maybe I can give you this, too. Get yourself some fucking ramen or something, you need that damn weight .."

pssst, np, most developed ocs are in the stories folder!

Minou was a simple bird with simple priorities. If she was around another screaming avian entity, she went apeshit.

Now, there was a different, more important question to be posed. Was this a good thing, or basically a recipe for disaster?

Her owner, Brown, didn't seem too fazed by the potential ordeal as she gently stroked her avian companion's feathers and grunted, "Well, this is... Certainly new. I am surprised that Johnson did not take one of those damn 'demons' for himself, but..." She drew her lip back while shooting a wary glare at the griffin. Was it going to eat her? Or her bird? Because the aristocrat's subsequent reactions would've honestly depended on that. "... Then again, he is a rather stuffy fellow. You might like it better here, snookums. At least here, you can get all the food that you want." Oh god. Was she giving this screaming griffin a pet name? She was one step closer to giving him a real name...

"Actually, give me a second," the aristocrat piqued in before getting up to her feet and walking off to the kitchen. Fatal mistake. In her sheer negligence, she had left Minou behind in the living room, and the bird was absolutely fucking devastated. With a hiss, she puffed out her feathers at Brown, expecting her cry for attention to be noticed so that Brown could just… Get the fuck back over here and give her the food that she deserved. That’s right. Her. Not that griffin that Brown had probably hauled in out of pity… Her.

Uuuuuugh. This was going to be a long wait, wasn’t it?

In the meanwhile, though, Minou stared at the avian creature and… Hissed. Of course she did. She could’ve expected the griffin to start screaming on a whim, which she would’ve gladly joined in, but… Not yet. For now, Minou could afford to just give him a death glare and hiss every so often, as a treat- Speaking of treats… The bird’s concentration was frequently broken by the sound of footsteps - Brown’s footsteps to be specific. They fluctuated in loudness, causing her to ruffle her feathers each time they grew louder… Or quieter, for that matter! When was she going to get this damn food!? Minou let out a squawk and shuffled her taloned feet in an attempt to be intimidating. Oh.

It was so damn tense, in all honesty. The best-case scenario would’ve been Brown coming back to see the avian creatures staring each other down. The worst-case scenario… Was probably best left up to the imagination.

@ NP: if choosing Minou for your response, know that she's Brown's pet bird, so you're free to throw the murder woman into the mix if you find replying to a feral, non-sapient bird awkward!!

NP maaaay also get a follow-up if I have the time??

(So sorry this was short, I had an idea and then forgot about it.... But in the meantime, a shark likes an old woman and wants to protect her.... As a treat.)

Oh boy. 

Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

Tooth stared down the way smaller lady before him, eying her smaller figure. He was definitely intrigued. 'How cruel could this husband of hers be just so that he could benefit for himself?' The shark thought to himself. He shook his head. He wasn't going to ask her anything. Yet.

".......Hey- uh, do you want to go somewhere to do something..?" He then backtracked. "I mean- how has your husband been doing lately? He seems like an okay person," He lied through his sharp teeth. 

"...Do you like shrimp? Here, I brought some, not like your going to eat it, but.... It's there." He smiled for only a second.

"..Maybe one day we can just.... Take a day off and talk about how your husband treats you..?" His voice trailed off as he looked to the older woman for an answer.

“You know, dearie,” Brown teased to the gardener with a nonchalant wave of her hand, “You might as well be depleting your own garden for something so senseless if you keep spoiling me with these Venus flytraps… Even if I do appreciate them.” A sneer appeared on the aristocrat’s face as she continued to coo, “Why? Do you think that I am that fucking incompetent with my plants? You know how proper fellows like myself tend to react to criticism. I thought you would know better by now, dear.”

Which was… Sort of a lie, in all honesty. While it was true that Brown herself didn’t like it when people talked shit about her… There was definitely so inherently amusing in how the other party conducted herself that the aristocrat found herself tickled by intrigue. A terrible thing, really!

But alas, Brown kept her lips pursed shut on the matter as she hummed with a wave of her hand, “By the way, though… You can place your latest fucking Venus flytrap somewhere in the study. I like having plants to accompany me when I deal with my fossils, you know?” She paused before starting to chortle. “Wait! I didn’t clarify which study!” the older woman suddenly cried out in mock distress, before waving her hand to beckon over her guest, “Just… Give me a moment! I need to collect myself- Oh, how amusing people like you are…” Which, again, was a terrible thing. Brown didn’t deserve one Venus flytrap, let alone several of those fuckers.

She also didn’t deserve to be laughing her ass off as she held a hand to her head and let out a melodramatic sigh. Every Romantic poet would be losing their fucking minds if they knew the sort of disrespect Brown was paying to them, but alas. Alas alas…

The aristocrat eventually got up out of her recliner and hummed, “... That asides! I could just… Fucking lead you to my study myself. Wouldn’t that be sublime - mm, sweetheart?” Please stop with the shitty pet names. It wasn’t even like Brown meant anything she was saying; all of this was clearly just witty banter to throw ad nauseum at her poor guest, just to test her. Was she going to stop giving her Venus flytraps, or plants in general, if Brown annoyed her enough? Hopefully!

At the same time, though… Brown would’ve been distressed. Boohoo. She was just starting to perfect her methods of cultivating these carnivorous plants, after all.

Thus, with a wave of her hand, the aristocrat hummed, “So, if that is the case, follow me. I’m sure that flytrap is itching to get some real fucking nutrients around here!”, before breaking off into another laugh. Wow. But Brown was indeed going off into the hallways, her heels making a typical click-click sound against the only thinly carpeted tiles while she occasionally peered over to see if the other was following. “Don’t worry,” Brown reassured her with a chuff, “I do not keep my bird in my study- Studies, for that matter. The worst that can happen is that you find sweet Tabby in the hallway, mm?” Finding Tabby actually wasn’t that bad - at least compared to literally everything else. Brown could get some credit, as a treat.

I'll try my best to do a follow-up for NP if I have the time??

Spoiled for a few non-explicit mentions of serial killers and the like, as well as slightly more explicit details of child abuse.

Dog Kicker really fucked with the wrong girl... I'm so sorry. TW for some pretty graphic threats, though she doesn't act on them.

SHORT response cause i've had like. this writing burnout .. but also a spoiler because dog is an asshole and he makes fun of childhood trauma in a way. pain.

vv AGAHHHHH STOP THIS IS ADORABLE, their dynamic is so sweet i'd die for it ..

Sakura nervously played with the handle of her umbrella her hair fluttering on a gentle breeze as she smiled and held herself up tall... or about as tall as one could get only being 4'11". Her fingers trailed over the handle nervously again as she smiled. "Well, I hope its not a suprise that im picking You." She said with a nervous tap of her fingers on her umbrella looking up at the very tall male. "I was confused on how you would react to me when I first found you in my garden and I almost expected you to tell me fo go away when I joined in to help you look. But you didn't. " 

She glanced up at him. "You let me help you look. Maybe its stupid but it meant alot to me. I tend to get in the way alot inside my home so I stay outside in the garden where im not in the way. So even if you were annoyed by me you put up with me being there and let me talk I appericate that even though you never gave me your name or spoke very much at all. I enjoy your company. I guess what im saying is I like to be around you!" She paused for a moment. "Don't look at me like im crazy! " she said when looking at his face puffing her cheeks at him in indignation before huffing a sigh. "I'm allowed to like whoever I want! Including you. As for why well.." She thinks about that. "Well I dont think there needs to be a reason do you?" 

She pauses again briefly her smile deflating a little. "I know you probably just see me as annoying. Or stupid or something along those lines... But since you've come looking for bugs in my garden every so often I havent been lonely anymore. So Thank you and I hope I can see you around more often....

"and perhaps somehow get a dance from you again. " she muttered that last part. 

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Feel free to pick anyone from the lovely Sadness Folder! ^^

"The castle's graveyard isn't the most romantic spot, is it?" chuckled the prince as he wandered out in front of Cordelia. His arms were folded behind his back, and a somber, melancholic gaze swept across each grave. "Centuries and centuries of royalty; people who tried so hard to be remembered, only to end up just like the others: on the ground, their names covered in vines and moss. Ironic, don't you think?" He paused underneath a tree and sat down with a content sigh, motioning for Cordelia to sit besides him.
"I used to always come here when I was young. Back then I had very little control over my hearing abilities, and the heartbeats could be very overwhelming. Here there are none, nor are there any nearby. I could relax. Even now, there are moments where I come here to relax and listen to myself for once. It's not the only secret, however." He smiled while holding a finger up to his lips, then pointed towards the large bells hanging at the very top of the castle. "Those bells always ring during a funeral of someone important. There's something more to it, however, I can tell. There's something off about their tones. I plan to uncover it, though I've yet to figure out what the castle's funeral bells have to do with anything, much less what it could be hiding. It's often what I think about nowadays when I'm here relaxing."
Allegro dropped his head against Cordelia's shoulder, sighing softly. "You're the first I've brought here, you know. The first person I've brought to relax with me, I mean. In a way, I feel more calm than when I'm alone." He gave her a teasing smile. "Where do you think a good grave for me would be? Will you have yours next to mine? I hope you at least keep the moss and vines off my tombstone."

Fulvous stared down at the not-so-familiar cat in front of them, and let out an extremely loud screech upon sight of just how fluffy the cat was. Oh God, here we go again! “Fluffy kitty!” they screamed, and bent down to pet Cat Ira. He reminded them of their actual cat’s tail, except the fluff was everywhere instead of just the tail. They grabbed some cat treats from the pocket of their lab coat. They usually had these for their actual cat, but Pistachio wouldn’t know if they decided to give a few to this fluffball, right? “Come here!” they cooed, pouring the treats in their hand and holding the hand out to the cat. They reached their other hand to pet the kitty, and softly said, “Good kitty, good baby!” Once the cat was done eating his treats, the poor thing was scooped up in their arms, as they screeched, “You’re coming home with me, fluffy kitty baby!” Oh God, oh fuck. They’re catnapping again.

Breaking news: Sanguine makes me write a 600-word follow up for the third time in a row. Spoiled for length.

oh god this is.... a bit long??? I'm gonna toss my response into a spoiler box juuuuust in case, which is probably for the best because it turned out angstier than I expected lmao.

@ NP: Brown is meant to be human, so check out her Human tab if you end up choosing her for your response!! I'm just posting as her urban legend tab in case it inspires your response!!

I'll also try my best to do a follow-up if I have the time?? :0c

Carcass was a rodent. With that being said, Carcass had a simple mind. Normally when a rodent sees a human being (something that'd be over 5ft+ taller than them, just a fun fact!) they'd fucking dart .. but, as I mentioned, Carcass was simple. She craved nothing in life but attention and the occasional grape and / or piece of graham cracker that DMT fed her. So, that's why when she saw the man whom was roughly six feet taller than her, she did not run. She did not scream. Carcass simply looked up at Skinner and stared, beady rodent eyes piercing through the poor mans very soul.

Alas, this man looked promising to the mere rodent. There she sat, inches away from him. Skinner didn't seem like a cold or mean individual, much of what Carcass was used to being around, instead, he actually seemed ...

.. Normal? What the hell?

Her nose twitched. Simply too many thoughts running through such a tiny mind, it almost gave her a headache. The rodent was here for pets, and pets only, something which she very highly expected out of such a poor soul as this.
She moved forward, seemingly unaware as hell that a fucking rat would probably scare the shit out of any sane person. Maybe? Noetheless, Carcass steadily moved towards him and sniffed at the front of his shoe.

Pick her up and feed her some cheese? Throw her? Anything you do to her, she wouldn't mind. She'd just be happy to be around someone who's not fucking insane for once.

anyone from death conspiracy! please don't choose anybody from 'BG characters!'

Tortellini let out a trill, happily hobbling around as she did so. She paraded around DMT, desperately begging for his attention. His hands smelled like rats, and Tortellini wanted to give those fingers of his a nibble. Maybe he would let her...as a treat? Tortellini decided that she deserved it.

As soon as the elder party stopped pacing, Tortellini decided that it was time to enact her plan. The three-legged Scottish Fold hobbled over to the musician, making sure that he was still distracted. When she confirmed that he was, the feline shuffled up to his hands. Pushing herself up by the haunches, Tortellini stood on her hind legs and sniffed at DMT's fingers. Eventually, she opened up her jaw and gently clenched them on his fingers.

"Brrp?!" Tortellini trilled in surprise at his reaction, abruptly toppling on top of her back. There, Tortellini decided to improvise. Hopefully, he would give her belly a rub with his smelly rat hands, too, as an extra treat.

Aminia only had Zinnia for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, she would kill everyone and then herself.

"There you go!" Aminia cheered, as she pulled away from Zinnia, "You look so cute!"

In the smudged vanity mirror reflected back the two young women, as the older of the two bumbled around behind Zinnia. Zinnia, whose face was dusted in rosy makeup, cheeks blushed soft pink and lips painted coral. There would probably be more to come, knowing Aminia, but the only thing she seemed to have in mind now was running a comb drenched in vanilla-scented oil.

"I mean, you are always cute, though." she added quickly, as she continued to straighten out the younger girl's soft, pale locks, "I think it's stupid that you aren't the belle of your school, but then again, I never took my education publicly. I wouldn't know how it is, really. It must be difficult, though! You must be smart to have to deal with all of them, though -- the boys, the girls, whatever it is you like. You should tell me some time, just saying."

"And you!" She pulled away, finishing off with Zinnia's hair, and then offering the girl a white bow to tie around it. "Oh, you... I have a little sister, but we don't talk very often! She doesn't live near me, you know. But you -- I think you could suffice for now, even though, ah..." The woman leaned down, staring at both of their reflections. "Well, we look nothing alike. Except for maybe the two of us being drop-dead gorgeous."

Smells like arrogance.

zuri passes out again.

Fitzgerald was, of course, annoying as fuck, but he also had a soft spot for older people, so... Maybe this wouldn't turn out so terribly? Who fucking knows.

Either way, he was quick to chirp, "So, miss, you're sure that not a lot of children are going to come over to the estate... Right?", while lifting up the scone that he had just taken a bite out of. Poor scone. His gaze remained locked on the older woman who had made said scones, as if he was attempting to read her expression for... Something. Whether it be a slightly raised brow, or a twitch of her lip... Fitzgerald was going to be watching, for better or for worse.

Oh, and eating. Of course it had to include eating, as he took another bite out of the pastry. Though he probably would've badgered the elder retainer for a more chocolatey treat, the youth - as bratty as he was - supposed that strawberry was decent enough as a flavor. Good for him?

"I'm just asking for a friend, by the way," Fitzgerald quickly added with a scoff, before conspicuously pointing a finger at himself. Uuuuuuuugh. His nostrils flared while he continued to chirp, "Besides, I think they just so happen to be a fan of your baked goods... Or maybe one of the children gave it to them? I can't remember." He conveniently paused to rub his chin in mock thought. "Then again, though... It's just gossip. I don't think one should take it as dogma, but it's the interesting topic to bring up, especially as you get the place cleaned up in the last minute..."

Again, he paused, but this time to hop from his seat. The scone, alas, was still in his hand as he lifted it up to his mouth and took another bite from it. Joy.

"... Actually, do you need any help with that?" he then asked- Wait one fucking second. Fitzgerald, actually being nice? Maybe the sugar from what he was eating was actually getting to him, but he did seem genuinely interested as the young man took a step forwards and fluttered his lashes at the older woman. "I don't want to be patronizing, but-" He took a bite out of the scone, finishing it up that way. His hand almost crept towards the pastry before he coughed into his sleeve and sniffed, "- Maybe, if a lot of children end up coming over... You could use an extra pair of hands?" He paused and shuffled his foot almost sheepishly. Great.

Alas, whatever generosity he displayed in that one moment was quick to disintegrate as Fitzgerald chirped right afterwards, "But if not, then I can just eat all the scones!" He let out a wry laugh before placing his hands on his hips and grinning. "I know it sounds a bit reckless, but come on! I've eaten plenty of sweet things in my life, and nothing bad has happened? What could go wrong, really?" How the fuck did he not get that much cavities anyhow?

maybe I'll do a follow-up for NP if I have the time??