The OC above has a crush on yours!

Four can't help it, the way a frown slowly sets on her face, the way her eyes cloud with confusion.  In her years on this earth, Four had been met with many confessions, perhaps due to her caring nature, or maybe it was just entirely based on how she looked.  You would think she'd get used to rejecting others, but no matter how many times she had done so in the past, each time was just as uncomfortable as the last.  

This situation was entirely new however, Four could have sworn Wick was a robot- and call her ignorant, but Four was under the impression that robots couldn't develop that connection with other's.  

Shifting in her spot, her gaze turned else where, refusing to look at Wick as her anxieties heightened. "Oh- this is all so sudden..."  Her mind raced to find all the ways to let Wick down as gently as possible, "I just don't feel the same way-" Four couldn't think of what else to say!

Four's crushes usually manifest in her stealing a buncha glances at your ocs, she probably wouldn't vocally make the first move.  just this creature staring at you

It was a typical spring night, warmth beginning to ebb from the woods whilst the fauna begun to settle down for the night. Desolate stood out on his porch, as usual per every night whilst he called his dogs in from the clearing they had disappeared into. For days now, his anxiety had been ever-growing, the typical cheery demeanor the canids displayed replaced by anxiety and tension. It was easy for Desolate to pick up on, and as they waddled from the shrubbery, he knew something was amiss. Their hackles were raised, ears pinned tight against their heads and tails lacking the typical heavy wag he was used to. Every now and then they'd glance back, completely silent which was quite unusual to the man. As he squinted at the shadowy cover casted by the trees, he couldn't see much, so he gave a sigh and wearily moved back inside, ushering his dogs in despite their hesitance.

The barking is what woke him up when he was fast asleep. It started small whines, then a barrage of barking and snarling. Desolate shot out of bed, nearly falling straight off the side before snagging his pocketknife from the night-stand and powering through his open bedroom door. Kalamity and Khaos were lined up at the window, alerting to. . something. He knew it wasn't Fabian, cause the atmosphere didn't feel wrong and he couldn't hear any ticking, but the hairs on his arms still stood up and his breathing got a bit labored. By the time he made it to the window to look though, however, whatever was freaking his dogs out was pretty much gone. All he noticed amiss was the odd trail of flora and mushrooms sprouting in a line from the porch steps to the woodline, and past that he didn't notice any movement. That, and. . the limp form of a rabbit right up on the door-mat. Desolate would be disgusted if he wasn't so confused and nervous, scanning the woods one final time before he swung the door open to glance down at the poor little animal. He had almost let his guard down when a small rustling in the bushes a few yards out caught his attention, and he glanced up just to lock eyes with the green-eyed spirit.

Týrr seemed to be-- grinning. It didn't seem malicious in nature, but it was enough for Desolate to startle, taking a few steps back and preparing to slam and lock the door. He knew something was there all along, those green eyes all too familiar to the ones that flashed around his house when night settled. He had thought it to be a curious animal, perhaps, but. . this was no harmless deer, nor a passing fox. But, it finally connected when he realized why the kill was left on his doorstep. Týrr looked too friendly right now, and he detected no sort of underlying intention underneath the action. Glancing back down at the rabbit at his feet, he swallowed, trying to force an anxious grin. ". . Thanks. . Uh, what am I supposed to do with it?" 

Soon enough, the night had ended with Desolate sitting at his table unable to sleep, watching his dogs devour the gift Týrr had left awkwardly.
Well, atleast it was put to use.
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@ NP : Feel free to do anything! maybe your oc is a regular at the bar he works at, or simply a passerby he didn't even know the name of, you can do whatever you come up with >:). He's not great with words, nor conversations, so he'll definitely be a bit awkward about talking to anyone however haha // please ping me!!

bbbump!)

DAMNED-MEGAPOLIS 

(akjsdkjfe i hope i got Desolate right!! ;v; lmk if you feel like he's ooc!)

There was a moment of surprise when Matt was on his way back to his dorm. He had just finished doing his nightly workouts at a local gym and was on his way back to campus...only to run into a stranger who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Automatically, Matt's instinct was to reach towards his ankle to pull out a pocket knife, except it wasn't there. Then he realized it was because he wasn't on hunting duty tonight, because well, it was his day off.

Right.

Still, it didn't change the fact that Desolate made his heart sink in absolute terror. The guy practically came out of nowhere! Matt felt a moment of panic, as he was completely unarmed, and well, a monster was present right before his eyes. He couldn't read his face, and the sharp set of teeth he had possessed was rather intimidating. Matt looked in his direction and kept a steady gaze in an attempt to hide his panic. Rather than signs of initiating violence, Matt noticed the slump in Desolate's shoulders and the general awkward vibe he was radiating. Although it was very slight, he could hear a series of carefully spoken words laced with a soft Russian accent. This confused Matt, who felt himself lowering his guard and giving the man his full attention as he finished up his confession.

Hold on a second, a confession?

Matt blinked slowly, finally realizing that Desolate was confessing to him. It made the hunter drop his duffel bag unconsciously, as he continued to stare at the man before him. "Dang bro, that was -" He didn't know what to say or do. "-wow." Now, this wasn't something he was expecting at all, which left him completely stumped in what to say next.

"First of all, you scared the living daylights out of me." He reached down for his bag and picked it up. "-but I gotta say, that was kinda cool bro. I don't think I ever got someone to tell me they like me, so I guess you were the first." He gave Desolate one of his bright smiles, genuinely flattered to receive a confession. "Thanks."

"I'm all sweaty right now, so I dunno if you wanna hang out with me...but if you're cool with that, we could go grab some dinner together? If not, I'm totally free tomorrow night. Either way is cool with me, man."

NP: He's pretty straightforward about telling his crush that he likes them. Matt is a ray of sunshine, smiling and winking and all that good stuff ;) go crazy

vv there it is, I can die happy now god bless you for that cute reply   

^ (AHDJDNSB I'M SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT <3 I had fun writing this!)

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With one of her legs crossed over the other, her back leaning against a tree and her head bopping to the sound of the music she was listening on her headphones, Kjaya was casually wristling some tune while working on an art project on her tablet. She was currently working on a hyperrealistic piece, something she was actually getting pretty stoked for.

Her attention soon diverted toward a blond man who, kneeling by her, waved. She recognized him, seeing him several times through out campus and learning a little bit about him. She actually enjoyed chatting with him once in a while whenever both had time. He was friendly, always had a smile on his face and she did enjoy that about him. But what she did not expect was when he asked her out, her heart skipped a beat as she stared at him for a few seconds in silence. There was some hesitance in her words, mixed feelings. Fear in one hand, she still hadn't fully outgrown her past relationship but she did want to move past. And in a way, she did think he was cute, adorable even. He sounded like a sweetheart, a fun guy to hang with.

There was one major problem, though. She made it a rule not to date humans. She could smell it on him, he was human. Not that she didn't like humans, she didn't consider herself any different than them. No, the problem was what she was, a werewolf. She hid that part of her to so many people for the biggest part of her life except other supernaturals or humans that were presented to her as trustworthy of that information. A huge part of her wished she could just blurt it out, be free with it, not have to fear repercussions of fear. Of judgement, or worse, a hunter. And boy, if she knew he was one, she would've been hurt for sure. It only made her hesitance even more right even though she didn't fully realize it. The other issue being her semi-immortality. Sure, she could still die, but not naturally. And she didn't know how it would feel aging with someone who aged beyond, there were so many people she liked, and she did like him, but she had to turn him down.

With a soft smile on her face "I- Oh boy you sure surprised me, mate." the australian grinned a little bit before scratching the back of her head and chuckling awkwardly "I think you're sweet, you really are, but I'm not really interested. I'm a bit of a complicated mess who still has some past ghosts to deal with if you see what I mean." she winked lightly. She didn't lie, she still had to settle herself before getting into a relationship. She still had that ever lingering fear of relationships. But part of her did want to give it a try. "Though, and that is only if you want to, I am still willing to be friends. Just don't expect it to mean you might have a chance, but I think you're fun to hang out with. I hope that's ok with you? If not, I'll understand if you stop talking to me."

When she enjoyed someone, she always hated losing that person. There were reasons why she enjoyed them, so if personal feelings could be put aside and a friendship could be shared, she was fine with that.

N.P Kjaya is a werewolf and since she usually keeps this a secret, she would naturally only usually date someone who would know without posing a threat. But I usually don't mind if people go past that since I figure not everyone might have an oc that would work that way and I don't want to block the thread. But I remain canon when I'm posting for someone.

v AFASDGSG It's ok for the can smell who is none human, I figured as much. It's the same with Kjaya, she can sniff out none humans XD Also a lil follow up

^ I'm glad you enjoyed!! I also love Nette's design they're so cute?!?!//

Desdemona is no dummy. She's seen the way Nette had been seeking her out, speaking to her any chance they could get. Quite frankly, it was cute, especially since they're such a tiny little thing. If she wanted to, she could eat her right up! Literally! However, she could never do such a thing. It was much more fun to watch someone, or something else tear a creature apart. 

It was actually quite impressive how Nette had successfully bumped into her so many times. Out of all creatures to have a little crush on, they were a fool to have chosen Desdemona. Love is something she is capable of, but it was difficult to rouse the emotion. The company that Nette brought along was enjoyable, though only to an extent. After a few encounters, it became a bit annoying. All she wanted to do was find humans to bother, not a tiny goblin following her around. On the other hand, this could be quite useful to her for all the wrong reasons. How hard could she squeeze them? How could she hurt them? Truly, she wanted to make them hate her until they left her alone. Would sparking a false romance be a step into that direction? The idea sounded quite fun, and she needed a good adrenaline rush. 

She took a deep breath and kneeled down to their height, reaching out to pinch at their cheek. "My stars!" Desdemona laughed, the song light and cheerful. "Aren't you the sweetest little thing!" The hand that'd been grabbing at their cheek moved to ruffle their hair. When it came to short people, she didn't really know how to act. "No wonder you've been following me around...lil ol' me of all people." She returned to standing and her full height in an attempt to re-establish her superiority. 

"How about we go out somewhere.." That's what dating is, right? She never paid much attention to it. "Like..to eat? Or a walk? What do you want to do?" For a moment she looked almost crazed before fixing her smile. She must have realized how wild she must have looked, though something still looked off about her. 

Leave it to her to mess up when trying to lie. No matter how long Desdemona had been fooling around with others' emotions, she ironically wasn't the best liar in the world. 

@ np; Desdemona is pansexual so anyone goes! She's a bit confusing when she has crushes, she can either be extremely nice, or purposefully mean to try hiding her feelings

Jericho was unsure of how to feel about Desdemona, considering the times before today, her attitude came off as someone he really should just turn around and put in his rearview. The purposeful name calling, the rude remarks, even going as far as to put down any interest he'd brought up. Yet, here the woman was, still interested and when not being a she-devil, actually was pleasant to talk with. He could almost taste the narcissism and psychopathic tendencies he'd no doubt continue to have to put up with, and there was a fakeness to her that screamed in obvious chords to him. Despite that, he knew the reason she would be apparently so hateful of him and still come around had to be something worth her time. Whether that was to kill him, steal from him, or she actually did like him, he couldn't say. He saw many girls in high school act mean towards boys they liked, though he had no idea if this was just paraphrasing or slander. All he knew was that a woman that seemingly disliked him enough to be completely insufferable, yet not enough to say "fuck off." He was interested.

Now, as he sat on a bench next to her, he did realize that she was indeed attractive and had a strange magnetism to her. Taking a sip of his coffee, he'd look at her and raise a brow. 

"What do you mean my outfit looks awful? I wore this same shit yesterday and I didn't hear a peep out of you." He responded to her comment before. "I honestly just think you're projecting onto me."

Though the remarks got under his skin, he couldn't help but play along. He wasn't one to curl up and cry when being made fun of, he'd just shoot right back. He usually refrained from direct insults towards Desdemona, but he wondered how she would handle being called out for possibly hiding how she actually felt. That is if she even was hiding that; She really could just be a heartless bitch who loved trying to get a rise from him. Won't know until you find out, really.

"What even gives, huh? Are you just afraid you'll fall for me if you don't remind yourself how ugly I am?" He ended the comment with a smirk, his voice laced with a prying sarcasm. "I might not have good taste in clothes, but I know I'm not that horrible. I bet that's why! You just love me so much you can't stand it."

Maybe he was being a heartless bitch too, but even with the thought she may have liked him, he felt it was time to actually bite back. What better way to do it than possibly slam into those insecurities? After all, he could take the heat, but is she couldn't, then that would tell him all he needed to know. If she was able to handle that, then maybe, just maybe, then there was something here.

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@ np, Jericho isn't the best at explaining his feelings. He prefers to take care of needs and gives things to those he cares for, but you might realize he likes you if he does that more than normally. He won't outright say anything, but his body language and his attention to you will be pretty obvious. He's straight, but for the sake of this thread and having more characters able to reply, consider him open to anyone! <3

((Since he is straight, I made it a platonic crush instead!) 

Lucifer wasn't sure Jericho was someone who'd fall under his 'jurisdiction', the devil typically only dealing with 'humanity', judging them for their sins, and providing them a place to go in the after life.  Perhaps, Jericho was mistaken about how he thought Lucifer would be.  While he was the Devil, and Christian painted him out to be the type to lure other's into sinning, comiting grave crimes, and driving people into insanity- that just wasn't who he actually was.  So, this platonic crush of Jericho's was unfounded.  

Not only that, but it was actually rather the opposite, Jericho's profession left Lucifer disliking the other, a contracted hitman, killing others for money, robbing them of the one thing Lucifer envied them for having, their freedom.  

He shrugs Jericho off, turning and leaving without much interaction, he wasn't very interested in being friends, or anything for the matter. 

Imagine the Devil from the bible having a crush on you.  1 Fear.

Casually Friendzones the Devil. ))

"Well... This is... New." Shirina said, blinking a couple of times as she tried to wrap her head around this rather awkward confession. The Warden crossed her arms and looked away to redirect her thoughts and focus better on how it was she was going to respond. A Devil? No. An Angel? Taking a fancy to her a mere mortal. A mix of flattery, confusion and utter bewilderment made up the fog inside her head. "I'm not opposed to the idea, given you aren't too bad on the eyes. However, we have to factor in the elephant in the room... I'm human. You are very much not."

Most would be terrified by this confession given the stories and the less-than-favorable depictions of Lucifer, but she didn't fear him in the slightest. Respect was more the word for it. To rebel against one's creator and seek out one's own taste of freedom? It was admirable at least to her eyes. She was losing focus again. Shirina sighed in frustration at herself, pinching the bridge of her nose before speaking again. "Perhaps it'd be better if we took time to actually know one another? As friends, acquaintances maybe?"

Shirina is bi, so go ham. She's also a bit of a workaholic and emotionally constipated.

“You... like... me...?" The words struggled to leave her mouth, disbelief etched in wide eyes as they met the Warden Commander's gaze. Her finger trembled, pointing at herself - Zehra. The beating of her heart sounded deafeningly loud in the silence that followed, antagonizing the surprise she was trying to digest. She had always admired the Countess from afar, but she never imagined that Shirina could feel this way about her.

Zehra was but an uncomplicated gardener, tending to blossoms and blooms far removed from where Shirina wielded power and safeguarded an Empire. Grappling with this revelation left her staggered. "A-are you sure...? Are you sure you're not just talking to the wrong person?" The words slipped out before she could reign them in.

Zehra felt honored, certainly, but also swamped by an undertow of fear and overwhelment by Shirina's confession. She wasn't equipped to process such attention, particularly from someone bearing Shirina’s stature.

Uncomfortable silence loomed as she searched for appropriate words within the comforting familiarity of her flower shop. "I-I don't really know what to say. I admire you...?" The sentence dangled awkwardly in the air.

Shirina's declaration was barebones simplicity disguised as profundity – it was no grandeur-infused sonnet or passionate exclamation; merely a cold, calculating woman expressing fondness – 'I like you.' Collecting herself, Zehra forced a deep breath past the shock squeezing her chest and steadied her nerves.

"We could... meet at the local coffee house later...?" Zehra suggested with barely audible whispers threading through her shaky voice.

She's a lesbian but platonic crushes probably works! Probably brings a whole bouquet (both romantic and platonic she's just extra like that).

v THAT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOD... 😭😭😭 Also sad but still... 

IzumiUeno pinging since it's been a bit,, hope this is ok!!//

Aurae isn't unused to receiving confessions of love. As surprising as it is, she's received casual "I like you"s and over-the-top "I love you"s and various things in between. She's stopped wondering why a long time ago --- she's awesome, is there really anything more to say? --- but the rejections have become a bit draining. She just isn't interested most of the time, and she's going to leave the town or city within the week anyways and most likely never see them again, so why bother? It's something she's forced herself to get used to; she was uninterested in romance in the first place, but her profession as an adventurer cemented it.

(It doesn't quite stop her from dreaming, though.)

And when the unicorn holds out a bouquet of flowers towards her --- yellows and violets, matching her hair and eyes, how thoughtful Aurae thinks --- she feels her heart sink a little bit more at the idea. It's the same song and dance, no matter how genuine the other person is. And yet... in her short stay in this little village, Aurae's seen her around. The soft-spoken unicorn tending to the flower shop. Zehra, she thinks her name is; Aurae's bad at names. She's cute. So sweet and meek that it tugs at Aurae's heart, urges her to protect her.

Ah, the star realizes. Here is another moment she wishes she can stay.

It's only passing. An impulse she doesn't take. She'll forget about Zehra in time, after a few days of wilderness and night skies and freedom. It will happen again with someone else, in another town, another part of the world. And Aurae marks off another village she will not have the heart to visit again.

"This is beautiful," she says, her smile gentle. She doesn't move to accept the bouquet; she doesn't deserve it. Instead she looks up at the taller unicorn, gives Zehra her signature Aurae grin. "And I appreciate the sentiment. But I don't think you should be having these feelings for me."

She'll leave the next morning, Aurae decides. Or immediately after this interaction is over. Her heart beats.

"'Sides, stars only fall once, y'know?"

@np, aurae is bi, go wild! also, pls ping me :>

RIGHT, ALSO. she would NOT confess outright, but it would be extremely obvious in the way she acts. she would most likely be mean / treat your character like an enemy of sorts to hide her emotions.

v bro is so clueless about what's to come 😭😭 i WILL follow-up on this. i adore this post thank you for the food

shakes love so very gently (i love him so)