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[tastypasta]

JEALOUSY

Everyone feels jealous at one point or another, whether it's justified or not. What's important is how we deal with it... do we discuss it, fight about it, or plan epic revenge to carry out?
 

 

- Post with your character's name/series in the subject as well as any preferences.

- Others go to RNG and roll from 1-10, then respond!

- Play it out!
 

 

1 → wandering eye.

You think your lover has been looking at other's a little too often or flirting too much in your company. You can't keep quiet any longer about it.

 

2 → simple life

Your friend, family, or lover has always had it so much easier and you can't help but feel a little put off.

 

3 → don't you forget about me

Your friend or lover has found someone new they want to spend almost all their time with and you can't help but feel a little cheated.

 

4 → cheated

Forget just a sneaking suspicion. You've caught your lover in the act of cheating and it's driving you nuts. You have to confront them about it.

 

5 → for the glory

You did all the work, or at least you feel like you did, so why do they always get all the praise?

 

6 → moved on

You broke up or had a falling out with someone close to you and it's killing you to see how they've seemed to let go and you're stuck standing in place.

 

7 → because i want you

You're jealous of any attention they get because you're secretly in love with them. Time to make it known!

 

8 → always the favorite

Everyone always praises them or they were clearly the favorite child or just more popular with friends. You can't help but hate it.

 

9 → more experience

they're more experienced, either in the bedroom or in the office. Any activity, they outshine you. Who wouldn't feel a little inferior?

 

10 → your choice!

Didn't see something listed? Use your own idea!

originally posted by bottecellie

 

 

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Charmaign | Anita Blake OC

[charmaign]

[longanimous]

[It's never as good in the consummation as in the hunt and it's never, ever as good as what he has at home, but that doesn't keep Fletcher from straying every fifty or a hundred years or so.

They're all so alive out there in the streets, in the Haight, in their crash pads and communes and tents in Golden Gate Park. They smell of sweat and sex and that horrible oil they all seem to wear to cover the other odors. In a way they remind him of the nights when he was young and still almost human.

The "Summer of Love" they're calling it, and was it so wrong that after another bitter fight with Charmaign that he wanted a taste of that for himself?

Coming home, he knew that perhaps it had been, but he had felt outside himself when he accepted the young man's advances and he still felt a bit outside himself as he unlocked the door and headed immediately for the bathroom without calling out to Char or greeting the babies.]

[charmaign]

And where were you? [Charmaign was no fool. He kept jealous tabs on his lover and thus he stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, face twisted up in disgust.

Behind and to either side of him, the babies sat in a neat row, three to his right, three to his left, looking prim and likewise disgusted with daddy's deeds.]

[longanimous]

Out. [An irritated thought scattered the babies from their poses, sending them running for their favorite beds or hiding places. This wasn't their fight, and it wasn't a fight Fletcher was of a mind to have yet.

He didn't stop, turning up the hall to leave Char alone in the living room.]

[charmaign]

[Char turned on his heel to follow Fletcher, reaching out to snatch at him with one long fingered hand, leaning in and sniffing]

You smell of-

[Wrinkling his nose and spitting out the word] Patchouli- and -

[And suddenly those long fingers are digging sharp nails into Fletcher's clothes, burying them in flesh and drawing blood] And sex.

[A growl.] You cheated on me.

[longanimous]

Get off of me. [Fletcher knocked his hand away and rounded on him, bringing his face up to Charmaigns, nearly spitting the words in his face.]

Yes, I cheated. I wanted someone with both a warm body and a warm heart for a change and I wasn't going to get that at home.

[charmaign]

[He's livid, of course, but hearing Fletcher own to it so easily, Char's mouth twists, lips thinning as he bares fangs at Fletcher.] Stupid, self indulgent- where is he? I would like to meet him. To pull his entrails up from his mouth after I stick my hand down his throat.

[And he's sweeping his arm out across a hallway table with a few outrageously expensive knick-knacks carefully arranged on top. Oh, fuck it, he kicks the entire table, letting the antique thing splinter against the far wall.]

This is the only way to earn my forgiveness, Fletcher. Helping me to clean up your park-living, non bathing mess. If he's given you fleas, I won't suffer you in the house to infect the babies.

tobias | oc

[spiegele]

[wontturntofoam]

It was the beginning of spring, so Shrieky swam to the south edge of the moat, and waited, with his eyes just peeking out of the water. As the first rays of dawn began to break, a young man with tatty hair and a long wooden crook set off down the winding dirt track to the open plain of grass out behind the castle. He ushered a long flock of sheep onto the plain, before dropping a small bundle down on the grass, conspicuously close to the edge of the moat.

Shrieky waited for a few long moments, until he was absolutely certain that the Shepherd was distracted, then he splished up out of the water, and darted his hand out like a viper, snatching the whole bundle, and ducking down out of sight behind some reeds.

The Shepherd turned around, and looked at the spot where his pack had once been, an expression of comical shock blossoming on his face.

"Ere! I could have sworn I left my packed lunch here, but a moment ago! Where could it possibly have gone?"

Shrieky kept silent, watching with the pack clutched to his chest, as the Shepherd made a show of scratching his head, before turning towards the sheep.

"Did one of you rotten sheep make off with it! How rude! After I found all this lovely grass for the lot of you! I'm going to close my eyes and count to ten, and when I reach ten, you'd better have put it back!"

There might have been some top secret giggling going on from behind the reeds at this point, but if the Shepherd heard it, then he certainly pretended otherwise. He folded his arms stubbornly, and closed his eyes. "One... Two..."

Shrieky dug a single apple out of the pack, and carefully leaned forward, to roll it across the bank towards the Shepherd's ankles, before darting back into hiding.

[spiegele]

Usually Tobias and Shrieky spent almost all of their time together. Not all of it, certainly, but most of it - because what else was there to do but swim together, or swim alone?

The last week had been different, though. Shrieky was nowhere to be found several days ago, and here again he had gone missing. It was completely unacceptable. Didn't he understand that he had a responsibility to Tobias to stay in one place so that he could be properly haunted?

So Tobias swam around and around the moat, getting increasingly irritated, until finally he happened across Shrieky and this man.

And Shrieky was laughing.

His gut twisted. He sank below the water where Shrieky couldn't see, and he watched.

[wontturntofoam]

"An apple!" Declared the Shepherd furiously, "You think a growing lad like me can live off an apple a day? That won't keep the Doctor away! No, If you sheep think I'm going to keep the wolves away from you, you'll have to give me something more than that! Now I'm going to close my eyes again..."

Quick as lightning, Shrieky's arm flashed out again just as the Shepherd closed his eyes. There was a loud crunching sound, and the Shepherd spun around again, eyes opening just in time for the apple to be returned, with a single bite taken out of it.

"Oi! You cheeky little get!" He was laughing too now, shaking his head, and reaching down to pick up the bitten apple, "You cheeky, cheeky sheep! I'm not going to bring an apple tomorrow, that'll teach you! Now, as I said, I'm going to close my eyes again..."

There was more giggling from the rushes, but this time, when the Shepherd opened his eyes again, there was a boiled egg, complete with the shell on it, sitting on the grass.

"Yeah, you don't like these do you? I remember. Tomorrow I'll just bring a big basket of eggs! You'll be sorry then, won't you?"

There was a happy little splash from behind the reeds, and the giggling wasn't even trying not to be obvious now.

[spiegele]

Shrieky didn't like eggs. Why didn't Tobias know that? Shrieky should have told him. They could have discussed eggs and the different ways you can eat eggs (but really they don't taste very good no matter how you make them, especially quail eggs). Why hadn't he said anything?

Tobias watched the shepherd through the water, the sunlight behind his head making him wavering and wicked-looking. His laughter sounded unnatural and frightening, as though he was luring Shrieky into some kind of trap. Making him laugh. That wasn't right at all.

Seething, Tobias swam from the reeds to the bank and passed, with some difficulty, through it. Half in the bank and half out, he reached up blindly and grabbed the egg with one half-visible hand on the second try, squeezing it as tightly as he could until it was a mangled mess. Then he pushed himself backwards out of the bank and away, watching through the water again.

[wontturntofoam]

"Well, " Said the Shepherd, as he was just leaning down to steal his egg back, "I like eggs! So I--"

He was cut off by Tobias's hand popping out of the ground and abruptly destroying it. With an alarmed little shriek, he jerked back, falling on his buttocks on the grass. It wasn't a sound that Shrieky was accustomed to hearing from the Shepherd, so he quickly pushed the reeds aside and leaned through them, to peer out at the fallen man.

The Shepherd stared at the ruined egg, then looked up at Shrieky, who was pushed up through the reeds, and onto the side of the bank, with the purloined packed lunch clutched in one arm, and his golden scales peeking out just above the waterline. Odd distress seemed to wane slightly, in the face of fascination.

"Hi." He said, his tone hesitant, "...I didn't... I never seen you before..." Then a thought seemed to occur to him, and a sudden glee overcame his expression, "Is that my lunch? You little crook! Have you been letting me blame the sheep all these years?"

Shrieky cackled delightedly, and rolled over in the reeds, still holding tight to the packed lunch as the Shepherd hesitantly stood, coming a little closer.

[spiegele]

It didn't work. Even the shepherd hadn't paid attention to him past that annoying shriek! Now he and Shrieky were going to start talking like old friends, and he would never come back to the moat!

Well. There was one surefire way to stop that.

"My little crook," he snarled soundlessly in the water and swam headlong into the bank again, wriggling farther in until he was sunk to his knees and could reach his target.

Which was the Shepherd's ankle.

He grabbed it, tight and cold and wet, and started grimly pulling him down into the mud of the bank.

Serah Farron | Final Fantasy XIII-2 | OTA

[paradoxsolver]

Mondo Oowada | Dangan Ronpa | OTA

[crazydiamonds]

France | Nyo!talia | ota

[sanscoq]

[Nothing like a lady scorned.]

9

[fusedstars]

It would help if you explained the issue.

[Because while could understand a lot, this matter just confused him to no end. Why she was angry at him, he wanted to know right now.]

Noel Kreiss || Final Fantasy XIII-2

[paradoxically]

6 OH NO

[cantfixtime]

[She frowns at him, suddenly stopping while they walk, looking at him with hardened eyes.]

How can you be so....happy?

[It's barely above a whispered spit as her hands turn into fists.]

I gave up everything, and now I get to deal with not having anything left....I hate it!

Serah no.

[paradoxically]

[Her voice is harsh, cutting through the air and causing him to pause. His attention turns towards her from the place where he stopped moving - a few feet ahead of her, having thought until the sudden outburst proved differently that she was still right beside him. His eyes widen slightly, wondering what the cause behind such words were.]

Serah... isn't that what you wanted? For me to move on and be happy?

[cantfixtime]

Maybe at first! But....now you're going out every night and I'm stuck wherever, all alone, because I was stupid enough to believe that this would be different! I hate the fact that you're okay with all of this! I'm not happy, Noel, and you are!

[She shakes her head, turning away, looking at the ground.]

Why don't you just go home?!

[paradoxically]

I'm sorry. That things didn't out the way you wanted. You're still my friend, Searh, and I want for you to be happy.

If me going home will help you with that, I will. But I don't think that's really what you want.

[cantfixtime]

I.....

[She turns and takes a step towards him.]

I want your happiness. I want you.

[paradoxically]

[W E L P. So that's what this is about.]

That's... unexpected.