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early20sfailingplenty · 2 years

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🎫 Here’s a gush pass! Feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other selfshippers! 👑 ~~ [Maybe if you want to do that for the Sinclair brothers❤️ Thinking of you and sending you lots of love🥺💜]

SUE OMG THE SINCLAIR BROTHERS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I hope you enjoy this ramble!!!! I'm thinking of YOU and sending you love!!🥺🥺🥺💝💝💝

I've let loooooooooose ~ here, so buckle up! I am going OFF!!😤😤😤

Ohhhhh Vincent. Pretty, beautiful Vincent. Vinny baby. I love him. The first Sinclair I fell in love with; I loved him before I knew his name, before I had seen HOW, the one I always go 'home' to, though I do love them all equally. But Vincent... makes me softer. If any of the three are gonna make me cry just by looking at me, it'll be Vincent. I love his brutality - I'm not saying this to be edgy or whatever, I mean I genuinely wholeheartedly looooooooooooove how brutal he is. It's so fucking sexy and I wish he would stomp on me the way he stomps on Wade and Dalton. Lucky fuckers died with Vincent looming over them, his dark hair framing his face, his solo eye bearing into them, drinking in their reactions, their final moments, his blades in his confident hands... he's so fucking beautiful. He really is. I remember the first time I ever watched HOW, I BLUSHED, hid my face in my jumper, cooed, 'awh'd, and grinned ALL AT THE SAME TIME and that was such a visceral reaction to have to someone I'd only just 'met' but loved for weeks prior to watching the film. But anyway, less about me and more about Vincent. I want to talk to him for hours. About his art, his medium, how he manages to do so much in such a short time, how he chooses his 'canvases' (victims), what he loves about his crafts, his hobbies, his relationships with his brothers and Jonesy, his relationship with me... if Vincent's mind is a pool then I want to dive right in to the deep end without acclimating myself to the icy temperatures first. AND WHEN HE GOT UNMASKED, I HAD THE SAME REACTION AS I DID THE FIRST TIME I SAW HIM, BUT I ALSO HAD A CALM SENSE OF "OH, THERE YOU ARE" AND I FELT THAT WAY SO HARD THAT I SAID THOSE WORDS ALOUD. I had to sit with them for a little while after that, film paused and fixed on Vincent's face. His face. I couldn't tell you why Vincent was the one I was and am so drawn to but maybe it's his... his power. He's quiet, he knows what he's doing and he ENJOYS it (and I love watching him fuck people up like yeeeeeees ~ honey go feral!!! Wish I could let loose sometimes, too😩). He clearly loves his brothers, he's Jonesy's Mama, he's passionate and dedicated to his family, Ambrose, his art... I wanna cup his real face in my hands and smother him in kisses until he shoves me off or cries. I wanna brush and braid his hair and then let him do the same for me - you know what that means to me, dear reader. I wanna curl up in his lap when he's working and go to sleep, knowing he has knives in his apron but instead of harming me, he'll protect me and keep me safe. I want to love Vincent and to be loved by him, too. When he shows up on screen, I smile so hard I cry, I can't help it. It's like nothing can touch me negatively when I'm with Vincent. He just makes me feel better and I wanna wear his jumpers after he's worn them so it's like he's always hugging me and surrounding me. I wanna hold his hands and hold his eye with mine and smile at him and call him pretty and beautiful and tell him all these things and good lorrrrrrrrrrd I love him so much.🥺 Many kissies for him.💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Bo - omgggg ~ Bo!!! Bo my beloved!!! Ugh... Bo beloved. Bo-loved (he would SO murder me but worth it😤). Okay, I’ll stop while I’m ahead. To be honest, Bo TERRIFIED me for weeks after I first watched HOW. It was the raised voices, the snapping, the sudden movements, the predatory approach he has to everything he does… Bo just scared me so badly. It wasn’t until I had multiple in-depth discussions with several people here that I realised something very obvious: Bo is a human. He’s human and he’s hurt and traumatised; a wounded animal with a limb caught in a trap, consuming himself in hopes for escape, and from there I just fell in love. He went from being the one who scares me the most to the one I go to WHEN I’m scared… the duality.😂 He’s… I’m just sat here staring at the blinker key because how could I???? Quantify???? The love I hold for Bo????? It actually feels just a little bit pointless even typing this out because I could have all day to attempt it and yet I would still feel like I haven’t said it enough. I just love Bo. I would never wanna change him, I'd never want him to be anyone other than himself. He's so... god, I can't even. He never had a choice or a chance to be anything other than what we see in canon; he was so utterly destroyed by his early life, as were his brothers, but of course that's no excuse. It's only an explanation. I love his hair, the way it gets messier and more natural as the film goes on, as he loses more and more control. I love his eyes, his accent and the way his voice changes in every scene, as the ruse slips and slides all over the place because he and his brothers underestimated the kids. He's the one I go to when I need tough love. So often I'll open the freezer to look for dinner, and shut it with a, "eh, I'll skip." But then I'll picture that Look on Bo's face - you know the one - and I'll go back to the freezer and put some effort in. I imagine him saying to me, "m'proud o'ya, real proud, yeah" and giving me a smile and it makes me MELT. There's nothing I wouldn't do for a Sinclair to be proud of me, but especially Bo. Especially. Because it would have been truly earned; that would be my pride from Bo. He's the Sinclair it's hardest to get genuine affection from, so if I got Bo to say he was proud of me??? Erika.exe has shut down. I can't listen to his voice without squealing and making a fool of myself - anyone who's watched HOW with me on Discord's voice channels will know this. I wanna cup his face in my hands and tell him it wasn't his fault, he deserved better, and I love him, pretty beautiful man. I feel guilty for being so scared of him those first few weeks, but I try to make up for it with gushes like these. Would that I could tell him to his face, though (irl I'd never be so brave, but we can pretend). I want to love him and to be loved by him, to help him, but also, I genuinely wouldn't want to change any part of him. I love him because he's Bo Sinclair, in all his brutality. He's the one I want to have 3 AM conversations with. I want him to hear all the things I say to myself, repeat them back to me, and then stitch me back together with his own words and what BO sees. I want Bo to love me for me and I want him to show me how to do that for myself, too. In each other, we could learn to love ourselves... that's the kind of journey I want to undertake with Bo. I'm gonna fucking cry.💔

And Lester! asdfghjkl where do I startttttt with sweet roadkill man???? I had trouble reading him at first (Vincent really WAS the one I understood and connected to straight away; of the three, he's my One, though I love them all equally) but slowly, over many watchings, I came to get a good grip on him. He's sweet, though creepy, as blatantly perverted as his brothers (they all show it in different ways; Vinny didn't need to go so hard on those sculpture nips, Bo with his torture dungeon and all the sex toys on the walls, and Lester's blatant ogling of Carly), and he throws red flags in people's faces as hard as his brothers do. But, fuck, I love him. So much. I'm very sensitive to animals so I don't think he and I would ever have a chance together (though realistically speaking, I wouldn't with any of them because I can't drive, I live in the UK and everything and everyone scares me, but you know...😂😂😂), but I like to think he'd appreciate and want to protect me and my sensitivities. I love his voice, his sense of humour which is so dry he's the only one who knows he's joking, the way only he could pull off a dark orange shirt with a dark green cap, the way he has blood and mud all over his face. He's proud of what he does, he works hard, he does his best, he helps his brothers with the town and is just as fucked up as they are... I just wanna curl up in his lap and go to sleep. I want to hug him tightly and tell him I love him, to lick the blood off his face, to help him in all things and to encourage him with anything. To go star-gazing with him, have late conversations and midnight picnics just outside Ambrose. He's just... he's so, so beautiful, and he deserves so much more. The ending is horrific, he loses everything and everyone all in one night, apart from Jonesy, and I want to see him thrive and survive and live his best life. Lester is an absolute sweetheart and he's the Sinclair I'd knock on the bedroom door of when I can't sleep and ask for some cuddles. He's the one I'd let see me cry, the one I'd let hold me on the days I don't want anyone or anything to touch me, even my clothes (thanks, trauma). I want Lester in all his glory, in everything he is. I want to comfort him and help him, cook him dinner and get him to teach me some recipes too (I bet he makes a mean steak). I want to know what it means to be loved by Lester. In all ways - the beautiful, the ugly and every way in between.

I fucking love the Sinclairs, so much. I wish I could hold their hands and say these words to their faces, individually and then all together. They're a beautiful, gorgeous and horrific, sadistic family, and I want in all the way.😭😭😭

#erika sinclair #erika x vincent #<- comfort tags

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all-that-tmnt-jazz · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day Challenge [3/14]

Warnings: None

Incarnation: Bayverse

Extra Info: Day 3 out of 14. None of the prompts/scenarios are related

Posting: 3:30 PM Each Day

Prompt: The First Time They Meet Their S/O.

Leo:

You had just gotten platonically dumped by your “best friend”

You had pointed out how something she did hurt you

And she kicked you out of her apartment

Even though you two had shared it, it was technically under her name

And now, you were alone

You were at your mother’s apartment, but went right to the rooftop

Something about it brought comfort, being on the roof

You were on top of the world, watching the city go by below you

He saw you from several buildings away

He had been on patrol with his brothers, but they had since gone back to the Lair

He wanted to keep an eye on you, especially when you sat on the edge of your building

He then saw you bow your head and saw your shoulders droop

He heard you start to cry

His heart ached

He wanted to help you, but he was faced with so much inner turmoil

But then he saw you lean forward- enough to fall with a simple breeze

He jumped to the building next to yours, remaining in the shadows

And you fell

He jumped after you

He caught you a while before you hit the ground, then landed in the alleyway

He put you down and immediately hid in the shadow

He felt the manhole cover beneath his feet

“Are you alright?” he asked you, preparing to leave

You look at him, your face still red from crying

He is hooked

He doesn’t want to leave

“I… I’m fine… How did you know I was… I was there?”

“I… I was on the roof next door. The other side,” he stuttered

You nodded, rather uneasy- but glad to be alive, now that you think of it

“You’re green, I saw that much,” you said. “And your skin is calloused.”

His eyes widened.

He didn’t know what to do

“Your left wrist has wrappings on it, and you have something covering your eyes. I caught a few glimpses in the street light.”

His heart was pounding.

“I’m Y/n. Who are you?”

He paused

“I’m Leonardo. Leo.”

You smiled, and every part of him shivered

“Can I see you? You did save me, after all.”

In a rather rash decision- especially for him- he stepped into the light

Your eyes never left him

But he could no longer look at you

He looked everywhere but you

You approached him

Looking where the wrapping was, you gently touched his wrist

His gaze snapped toward your hand on his, gasping for breath

“I, um…”

“You should come by more often,” you tell him

He looked at you, shocked

“I, you… Really? You want me… to come back?”

You nod, looking back up at him

“It sucks being lonely.”

He pauses, then nods

And he smiles

And your heart bursts with joy

Raph:

You’ve always been a pariah

He’s always been one, too, despite the NYPD knowing his existence

It just felt weird, having his only friends be people from ‘work.’

You felt the same way

You worked at a simple construction company that pays you much more than the work you actually do

And the only people you really talked to were those you worked with

And even then, your conversations were few and far between

So, when he saw you eating alone in the scaffolding of the recent project, he immediately felt connected to you

And you could immediately tell he was there

You looked around, and he tried to hide- but you saw him

But only his eyes, covered by a crimson mas

You smiled weakly and waved

You saw his eyes smile and yours grew a bit more confident

But then you thought

“Do you have a permit to be here? This is a live construction site.”

The smile left his eyes, and he looked around

You saw the dark green, rough skin that stretched around the strong muscles in his neck

And you swore you saw the top of a turtle shell

He looked back at you through the scaffolding

“No, but I work for the NYPD if that means anything?”

You make a face

“What’s the name of Chief Vincent’s assistant’s assistant?”

“Vincent’s assistant is Jade Martin. Jade’s assistant is Trevor Goldstein.”

You nod.

You pretended you knew that.

“Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Yeah. You know them, but I don’t know you.”

He stammered for a minute.

“I, um… I’m Raphael. Raph,” he finally says

“I’m Y/n. You can come over here if you want, Raph,” you offer, patting the spot next to you

He remained frozen for a long moment, but then made a decision

He moved through the scaffolding, then showed you his appearance

You stared at him, slowly looking him up and down

His thick green skin was covered in scars and marks, drawn tightly over impressive muscles

And you were right- you did see a turtle shell

You meet his eyes once again

And you smile

“Sit. Standing is uncomfortable when you do it too long.”

Donnie

You met him on an accident

He was stargazing in an abandoned building

Well, he thought it was abandoned

Turns out you were taking a spontaneous visit

As a photographer, you always found abandoned places intriguing

This building was no different

So, you went around one night- as you usually do

Your friend, Vern- who used to be a videographer- was in the car outside, a call away in case something went down

But, he knew you liked to work as alone as you could be

So, neither of you heard each other

You didn’t hear him moving his telescope to a new corner of the roof

He didn’t hear your camera snapping pictures

He glanced over the side of the rooftop and was confused on why he saw Vern’s car there

He shrugged it off, thinking it was just a coincidence

But then, you see him

You’re on the top floor and see a hole, revealing the city sky

And you see him moving around his telescope

Shaking, you take out your phone and call Vern

Vern races out of his car, getting Donnie’s attention

“I thought that was your car,” Donnie calls down

Vern looked up, still on the phone with you

Vern smiled

“Y/n, that’s my friend Donnie. You’re safe with him.”

You stutter

“Do you still want me to come up?”

“No,” you whisper.

You hang up

“Who are you talking to?” Donnie asks Vern

“My friend- they see you through a hole on the roof.”

Donnie looks around, then finds the hole

He looks at you, and you both gasp

You slowly start climbing up onto the roof

“I’m Y/n. You’re… You’re Donnie?”

He nods

He sees your camera

“You’re a photographer?”

“Um, yeah. An astronomer?” you ask, acknowledging his telescope

He stutters and smiles

“I try to be.”

“Well, you do, so, you are.”

Mikey:

You weren’t sure how it started

But all you knew was that you have a new friend, he has a killer costume, and his name is Mikey

You spend the night together, dancing and belting songs as they played from the party

But then, the party ended

So, he offered to walk you home

You accept

But, as you two walk, you can tell he’s starting to get nervous

“Are you okay, Mikey?” you ask him

He nods

“Yeah, I- my brothers are always nervous with me being out.”

He shrugged

You nodded

After that, the two of you joked around for a while

“How far is your apartment?” he asked you

“In Harlem,” you say

“Harlem! That’s a thousand lightyears away!” he exclaims

You shrug

“It means more time with you.”

The knot in his stomach clenches

Several blocks later, he stops at the door to your apartment building

He doesn’t come in, and you notice this

“Mikey, are you okay?” you ask, a bit more stern than last time

He looks around, then offers you his hand

You take it

The next thing you know, he’s bringing you to the rooftop by your wrists, but making sure you’re not going to fall

When your feet are safely planted, you back away from him

“What was that for?”

“Y/n, I need to tell you something.”

You look at him, confused

“This is not a costume.”

“What do you mean?”

He licks one of his thumbs, then rubs it on the back of his opposite hand

Your shock is evident

You lick your own thumb then rub the same area of his hand

You start doing this to different parts of his skin, then even feel his shell

It feels too real to be fake

“My brothers and I are the results of an experiment that happened when were first born,” he said.

You can see the guilt on his face

“And Halloween is the one night you can come out without being judged,” you say, starting to understand

He nods

You can tell how badly he wanted a normal life

And you felt an odd sense of pride and honor, knowing he trusted to spend this one night with you

You gently cupped his face and made him look at you

“Thank you for trusting me, Mikey.”

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x reader #tmnt headcanons sfw #tmnt x reader sfw #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2018

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whatnowhaya · 3 years

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So I yet again watched another film, this time I had it on the list cause I wanted to watch it but didn't cause it was not a genre other people I know might enjoy and it just stayed there till this day...

I watched "Loving Vincent " and what a masterpiece💚I mean the fact that the whole film was hand-drawn got me😶 I was familiar with the death of Vincent Van Gogh but this movie, OMG it was triggering😣 especially the last parts of it; I felt my throat pressured, wanting to cry so badly but at the same time I didn't understand quite why? I mean the feeling of anger and how awful humans are was too strong to feel sad so therefore I didn't? I mean I did tear up a bit but all I can remember now how my throat hurt and how I kept shaking my leg like why😐 like yeah he died a hundred years ago but it was so upsetting that I just couldn't bear the thought of how many humans suffer and struggle only to be forgotten, and a lot do so cause as kids they were neglected or awful things happened to them which caused all sort of troubles later on( I'm not saying this is the case for all) but is it worth it to be known for how one suffered or is it just better to be born and gone just like that, having an average life...

I intended to write a simple review of the film but turns out I'm making it something else🤦🏻‍♀️ anyways, back to the actual movie, it was really good, if you're someone who's into art or even heard of the artist who cut his ear off then this is such a watch worthy✨ most DEFINITELY one of my favourites now.

A solid 9/10💚

" Who am I in the eyes of most people? A nobody, a non entity, an unpleasant person. Someone who has not, and never will have any position in society. In short, the lowest of the low. Well then even if that were all absolutely true, then one day I will have to show by my work what this nobody, this non entity has in his heart".

" He felt everything, poor Vincent! He felt too much! It made him want the impossible".

" No detail of life was too small or too humble for him. He appreciated and loved it all ".

19/3/2021

Friday

#loving vincent #vincent van gogh #movie quotes #thoughts #💚💚💚

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prosenkhans · 4 years

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Kobe

And they were going to a youth basketball tournament.

Just think about that for a second. When we distill what actually happened yesterday to its essence, it was a group of parents and coaches bringing their young girls to an organized youth basketball game on a nondescript Sunday morning in January. There is nothing more vanilla than that. Then it ended. Just so suddenly.

I can online imagine the fear those 3 girls had in that chopper in its final moments, the bargaining that went on within the minds of those parents as that hillside emerged from the morning fog. I am not lucky, blessed, or even really deserving enough to know the joy of parenthood. However, even the least empathetic of individuals would be hard pressed to deny that Kobe was utterly in love with his family, and Gianna to her father. All the videos, the images, and interactions caught for celluloid and digital posterity, all of them showed a family deeply appreciative of one another. Beyond all things, that seems to drive this feeling of devastation further up my throat.

The level of tragedy is defined by the amount of potential lost within such an event.

That fact that Gianna and her friends were 12 and 13 is more than enough to gut most people with a soul, however, the potential lost goes beyond even that. He seemed happy. Genuinely. Kobe seemed happy in what was in store for the rest of his life, his “second act”. The stone cold competitor with the icy scowl and bared teeth had transitioned into a statesman, an ever present and positive force within the game of basketball. Where once there were thorns, we now saw the pedals of the rose. Hugs and high fives. Congratulations and teachings. Puppets and children’s book. What we saw was a man secure in his legacy, and very much looking forward to the next chapter of his story.

But that story ended before the sequel could truly begin. As a group of people very much looking to see how the story would continue, we are left to wonder about what those potential chapters would have said. How would he have spoken during his Hall of Fame speech? Would he talk shit, or be humble? What number would be on his chest when his statue would be unveiled? Would he demand 2 to Shaq’s 1? Would we be lucky enough to be in the building when he and Gianna would sit courtside at a game? Would he still allow us to show him appreciation and stand an acknowledge the cheers? Would he be embarrassed by the continued adulation? Would we see him at UConn games, or maybe in an Oregon sweater? Would he be a leading voice in promotion of female athletics and the WNBA? Would he still allow us a peek in his mind, dissecting basketball games for public consumption? Would he write the stories that he wanted to tell? Would he make more art? Would he go on Kimmel and talk smack about the current stars of the game? Would he still smile and wave and take a selfie with us if we were oh so lucky to meet him? Would he continue to push us to be better? These are all questions in which we will never get an answer.

The hero’s journey is not supposed to end like this. The hero fights the good fight, gives all he/she can give, and then ride off into the sunset.

And I use the word here appropriately in this case. No, not a hero in the sense of how your parents and role models should hopefully provide the “hero” role in one’s life. No. Kobe Bryant was a hero in the sense that Superman is a hero to anyone that paid attention to his exploits. To my generation, a group of kids and adolescents that grew up watching him, Kobe is as much of a hero to us as Batman, Wolverine, and anyone else that wore a color coordinated uniform. He was an individual blessed with glorious purpose, a res on detra. And what made it better was that he was real. Real in the sense that we could actual see him be super, see him share his gifts, in real life, gallantry made flesh. What makes a superhero super anyway? Simple. Belief. We believe that when they dawn that cape, put on that cowl, they will be there to ensure everything is all-right. That everything gets the ending that we the masses so badly want. That they will come through when we need them the most. When Kobe put on that purple and gold tunic, he became our superhero. He gave us that belief, that sense of the universe being set right because he was our guy, and he would make it so. With him gone, it just doesn’t feel the same.

I’ve been asked through the years on why Kobe holds such esteem in certain pockets of our culture. Every time someone asks me that question, I always think back to the quote from Norman Vincent Peale.

“Aim for the Moon, and you’ll still land among the stars.”

Within the fast majority of the collective consciousness of sports fan, there is one name that is always associated with Kobe Bryant. And that is Michael Jordan. Now I was lucky enough to have watched Jordan as a very young kid, fully appreciating the skill and special athlete I was observing. There is no denying of that. However, Kobe was different. Coming in during Jordan’s waning years, Jordan and Kobe never clashed at their individual apexes. A spry and almost cocky kid, you were drawn to him. He was just a few years older than I, and thus making him a huge part of those who would call themselves a millennial. While Jordan was seen as God upon high, the antecedent ruler of the NBA, Kobe quickly became the scrappy upstart. As the years went by, we were able to follow him on his hero’s journey, watching and developing into what he eventually became. A transcendent figure in basketball. And his game was so beautiful. The efficiency in his ability to score. The complete mastery of all phases of the game. His footwork was exquisite, it was art. His ability to hit the most impossible shots, and give you the faith he would make it. You had the sense watching him that no other human had ever played basketball as beautifully, skillfully,and as passionately as Kobe Bryant. You have to remember, Kobe played for 20 years. For most of my generation, that is more than half our lifetimes. We literally couldn’t imagine basketball without him in it. But why was his story so compelling? Simply put, Kobe was really the only one daring enough to challenge Jordan at his own game, the apprentice succeeding the master. He shot for the Moon, and had no qualms letting you know that’s what the hell he was doing. And I’ll say this. He touched down on those sands, stomped his feet, and pounded his chest, as to say “It’s mine now.”

The whole comparison debate and legacy really doesn’t hold much water. The game changes. Everything about the sport changes. The names change with each passing generation. However, Jordan and Kobe represent something quite different. While the pioneers and legends helped move the rocketship of basketball through the void of space, we can honestly say that Jordan was the first man to touch down on the Moon. He is the Neil Armstrong of basketball in a sense. All credit given. However, if he’s Neil, Kobe is Buzz Aldren. They are on that same rocket ship together. Jordan may have touched the sands of immortality first, but just like Aldren, Kobe followed him down that ladder and followed those footsteps to the same place. His legacy, his imprint, is right up there with the first. It is the sequence of history, with one’s value not diminishing the others’. And just like Aldren’s actual footprints on the moon, Kobe’s legacy will be set eternally, looking down upon us from high.

But what will that legacy be? There is this silly debated, a national question of “who is the greatest Laker, Magic or Kobe?”. I always found the question silly. In short, the wrong adjective is being used. Magic, who is naturally gregarious, warm, and a welcoming personality became a leader and 5 time champion in his legendary career. Apparently you can’t be in Magic’s presence without wanting to hug him. He is the most beloved Laker. Beloved. Kobe, simply put, is the most revered. Revered. Kobe once said, “I always want to outwork my potential.” That was Kobe as a Laker. Sometimes cold, often surly, he was a driven kid that became a man obsessed with being the best. And it drove some people, competitors, and even teammates away at times. However, as a person who was privileged enough to watch his entire career, he did the one thing we can only ask for as fans. He lived up to his potential. As the world of athletics change into self branding, load management, and disconnected passion for the process of improving as a professional, Kobe stands as the shining example of someone who literally gave all he could to his craft. By blood, by sweat, and by tears.He dared to be great, unapologetically striving for perfection. He knew he was the best, and made sure that all his competitors and people watching were aware of that fact. He accepted the responsibility of the dawning the mantle, of being the standard bearer, the face of a sport. He certainly failed at times, but he never wavered in his journey. Often the most talented player in the room, his work ethic and drive was that of a player with a fraction of his gifts. And we loved him for that. You never felt cheated when you saw Kobe Bryant play. He squeezed every ounce of the potential within himself and left if on the hardwood floor for all of us to behold. He gave us championships, memories for the rest of our lives. He gave us that. He gave us himself, and we were so happy to see him walk off that court, thank him, and let him enjoy his next chapter. And now he wont.

I can go on and on about this. I still don’t have the ability to eloquently describe all the thoughts and feelings about all this. I’ll just lastly state that we are lessened by the loss. Not just as Laker fans, or basketball enthusiasts. We are lessened as a generation when our hero’s depart with words left unwritten. We are lessened by all potential lost. But we go on. Jerry West, with tears in his eyes, said it best about his surrogate son.

“A singular word, Kobe, will resonate forever.”

In a city that is defined by the brightness of its stars, the most brilliant of them all has dimmed from view, and future seems so much more caliginous than it did just a day before.

#kobe #kobe bryant #black mamba #kb24

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acidwaste · 6 years

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hey so it seems i’ve forgot to do a l o t of tag memes, and i’m lucky i drafted a big bunch of them! lots of questions overlapped so i did my best to answer in different ways, sorry for the lateness! also @ the people that tagged me here, i wouldn't hesitate to kill for you

@natcaptor / @gayspaced

name: leon or lionel!

nicknames: literally the only nickname I’ve been referred to is “big gay” and like. word!

gender: im pretty sure im a guy, i have been kinda 🤔🤔🤔 abt my gender identity since around november-ish though

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1! i’m told that I’m tall but my uncle is 6’7 so...

time: 3:36pm rn! ive been watching video essays and binging music all afternoon

birthday: december 9th!

favourite bands: animal collective, beach house, camp cope, car seat headrest, death grips, fleet foxes, florence + the machine, gang of youths, glass animals, gorillaz, hop along, iceage, idles, kero kero bonito, mgmt, miike snow, modest mouse, run the jewels, superorganism, the avalanches, the cat empire, the go! team, the mountain goats, the wombats, xiu xiu

favourite solo artists: alex lahey, anderson .paak, ariana grande, billie eilish, bjork, cashmere cat, charli xcx, courtney barnett, cupcakke, d.r.a.m, eric taxxon, frank ocean, gfoty, hatchie, janelle monae, jeff rosenstock, joanna newsom, jorja smith, jpegmafia, kacey musgraves, kali uchis, kendrick lamar, khalid, kimbra, lorde, mac demarco, madeon, mick jenkins, mitski, oneohtrix point never, perfume genius, ravyn lenae, rina sawayama, serpentwithfeet, sophie, st. vincent, sza, vince staples

song stuck in my head: caramelo duro | miguel // kali uchis! its a bop, miguel is one of the few singers that can convincingly make sex jams

last movie i watched: deadpool 2! it was even better than the first, which is a feat in itself ngl

when did i create my blog: december 2016??? i only started using it properly in february last year tho

last thing i googled: “im in my mums car broom broom.” dont @ me

do i have any other blogs: yeah, plenty actually!! i have blogs for aesthetic (@moltenstar), general inspo (@wverns), flight rising (@szarising, kinda inactive?), and overwatch (@blackhardts) tbh the vast majority of my ‘sideblogs’ are just saved urls H

do i get asks: when i say stupid shit like “rung has the ass of a dilf but the dick of a cockroach”

why i chose my url: that one panel where kobd have a vacation at the acid wastes because fuck its finally canon babey!

following: 1,767, which is kinda horrifying!!

followers: 890?? somehow??? thats almost One Whole Thousand and i don't even make content

average hours of sleep: around 6 or 7!! n e v e r more though

lucky number: 43 and 64!!

instruments: i'm too poor to afford music lessons or instruments jsbddsjknfs

what am i wearing: a grey shirt and nothing on my bottom half so my [redacted] is hanging tf out, i should put on some damn clothes

dream job: oooo uhhh, i’m studying to get an education degree rn because i’d love to teach children (around grade 3-4s preferably because i'm too jittery to handle anyone younger and older kids probs won't listen to me as much as i lack plenty of assertiveness), but!! i’d honestly love to be a musician, one of those underground ones that get lots of critical acclaim

dream trip: one day i wanna gather up some friends and just go on a road trip! idm where we go to, as long as we just have fun and just! adventure!

favourite foods: rare steak, mashed potatoes, eggs, and energy shakes made with like. fruit / cheese / yoghurt / oats / chia seeds ! protein is a large part of my diet

nationality: new zealand, but living in australia

favourite song right now: best part | daniel caesar // h.e.r - gosh i need to re-listen to daniel’s album again, i don’t remember this beautiful song being there and that’s a crime

@damndesi / @novarebel / @luciform-philogynist

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo (but I am getting a tā moko in December, I believe) - I have at least one piercing (planning to get a nose ring, like a bull!) - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined (b a r e l y) - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping (barely) - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol (tastes like shit) - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live relatively close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone (do fractures count?) - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages (not fluently) - I have made a new friend in the past year

@smstransformers

age: 16

birthplace: auckland, nz

current time: 4:19 pm rn!!!

drink you last had: i just skulled half a liter of water whoops

favourite song: jesus etc. | wilco if we're talking abt an all-time favourite

grossest memory: accidentally swallowing a bee when i was seven years old (somehow nothing bad happened?)

horror, yes or no: not unless it’s an incredibly tame horror t b h, my threshold for scariness is very low

in love: i believe so!

jealous of people: lots of times, over really dumb things

love by first sight or should I walk by again: i believe that infatuation can exist at first sight but true love not so much. wish that could happen tho :C

middle name: shane!

siblings: my sister is eight years old, and my brother is seven!

one wish: EZ, make my anxiety disappear, i’d have a much more productive life

song i last sang: jupiter | haiku hands

time i woke up: 7:13, woke up immediately because i usually like to wake at 6:30

underwear colour: blue + purble

vacation destination: auckland / kingston / sydney!

worst habit: not remembering to make my goddamn bed, it looks like garbage

favourite food: mashed potatoes….

zodiac sign: sagittarius !!!

@alyonian

relationship status:

at the moment i’m single! and while being in a relationship sounds brilliant, the last two relationships i was involved in? didn’t work out to say the least, lucky i’m still young

favourite colour:

it’s been emerald green for the longest time but orange seems to be dethroning it at a steady pace

lipstick or chapstick:

i haven’t used chapstick since i was six but i probably should use it again, water is my substitute rn fdghdgh - and i haven’t ever used lipstick in any capacity? so i’d have to go with the former

last song i listened to:

the space traveller’s lullaby | kamasi washington - i’m trying to get through his second album rn (i left off on the second disk yesterday) and while everything he makes is undeniably amazing, it’s? a three hour album? i don’t have the attention span for his spiritual jazz, as great as it is

last movie:

monsters inc is playing on the television right now, i’ll go with that! the animation aged kinda badly but it’s still such a fun movie! sidenote: james p. sullivan? a childhood crush, so this gives me memories

top 3 tv shows/podcasts/comics:

i rarely, if ever, venture into these forms of media but! if i had to answer, i’d say;

unbreakable kimmy schmidt / parks & recreation / luke cage

taz / mbmbam (i havent like. watched a full episode of either but they seem cool,)

tf idw / …………. yeah that’s it, i’ve never read anything else. probably should!

additional favs:

my friends, writing (in theory), listening to video essays, learning music theory + instruments and understanding audio production software

top 3 bands / artists:

HHH okay if i had to limit my choices to just three artists, uh. lorde, the mountain goats, and sophie. i couldnt even fit janelle in i hate th is

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@alyonian

color(s): light colors are always nice and pleasant, though anything peachy and sandy are the best! orange (specially pastel orange) is like. the best thing

last band t-shirt i bought: usually merchandising is very expensive and i dont have the money to accommodate that, but like. i do recall having a wiggles shirt when i was five. i wore it all the time, shjdjgsksd im sure that counts

last band i saw live: i almost went to splendor in the grass last year with family, which wasn't only cool since i’ve never been out of the state since i immigrated - the festival was in queensland, which is around a two hour flight from victoria - but the lineup was pretty fuckin lit too! the xx, haim, peking duk, tash sultana, future islands, vallis alps, a.b original,, i was p excited! unfortunately my uncle fell ill and so they had to give the tickets to extended family :( otherwise, i haven't been to a single concert in my life

last song i listened to: street fighter mas | kamasi washington - up to this song on the album and i really fuckin dig this! also the video is hypnotizing

last movie i watched: monsters inc is about to finish and up next is monsters university! which like…. honestly, this is an extremely unpopular opinion but, i like it just as much as the original? my opinion might be skewed because i’m a monster [hugger], but i like everything abt the movie! except for the finale of the scare games and the last five minutes of the movie, both were just. dreadful.

last three tv shows i watched: if aggretsuko counts that’s the last series i watched of my own volition, which is a miracle in itself considering that’s legit only the second anime i’ve watched to completion (the first being shirokuma cafe, which i probably need to re-watch). otherwise, the last two shows i had beared witness to were thirteen reasons why and queer eye bc my cousin put them on! that first show i could completely do without but queer eye is iconique

last 3 characters i identified with: grimlock (legit. all of them), urdnot grunt (mass effect) and vector the crocodile (sth), i’m not sure what this says about me other than Big

book(s) i’m currently reading: i’m reading ‘maus’ by art spiegelman at the moment, for the third time i believe? i believe my classmates are supposed to be writing an essay on this next term and shit, this novel is heartbreaking, i haven't been this emotional when reading a book than… ever, really. it’s a recommendation of the highest caliber

@victorion

name: leon / lionel, i picked up the second name because i was in a server with an admin that was also a Leon™

nickname: besides ‘Big Gay’ i also have the nickname ‘lemon lion’ which is! nice!!

zodiac sign: archer man

height: Tall™

language(s) spoken: english / some maori + italian

fav fruit: watermelons (only when in season)

fav scent: the smell of a freezer tbh? it just smells Nice i don’t know how to properly explain it

fav season: spring! the breezes are welcoming without being overbearingly freezing

fav color: ornge,,,,

fav animal: SHARKS + CROCS + FERRETS

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea! with some milk tho

average hrs of sleep: too little

fav fictional character: One character?????? uhhhhhhh……. like. biggest cc right now is either idw skids or oz from monster prom

no. of blankets you sleep with: depending on my mood but i’d say the average is like, 3??

fav songs: i quickly whipped up some songs i listen to

fav artists: i came to the realization that i like acts that are considered ‘bad’ like maroon 5/drake/lil yachty etc in specific doses… i wouldn't call them good yet, but! i have no beef and thats good

fav books: remember ‘where the wild things are’??? that shit was like. literal childhood, man.. :happytears: i really need to look for a copy again

@thonany-klieme

name: leon / lionel, interchangeable really

gender: male, im probs an nb guy

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1

sexuality: gay??? im not sure, im mostly attracted to other guys but i have had very brief crushes on girls + nb people? sexuality’s confusing so im gonna just latch to the gaybel (gay label) for now

lock screen image: its the album cover of 1992 deluxe by princess nokia, tho it was “T Hanos” a few days ago since i change it often - my home screen is venom but his torso says ‘fuck machine’

ever had a crush on a teacher: no??

where do you see yourself in ten years: ideally i’m teaching kids math n english, realistically i’m probably going down with the political climate

if you could go anywhere, where would you go: new zealand!! or the netherlands

what was your favorite halloween costume: halloween is not big at all where i live, the only time i tried trick or treating was when i was like 7?? i threw a bedsheet on myself and pretended to be a ghost, though since there were no eyeholes + the sheet was blue, it looked more like i was just a moving lump

last kiss: never had one

have you ever been to las vegas: nah and i dont plan to?? how do you handle regular days of 40C wtf

favorite pair of shoes: i have this pair of jandals that ive worn for a fair bit longer than my other pair of shoes, tho i only wear them in summer + very warm nights

favorite book: ngl its. ‘the very hungry caterpillar’ by eric carle. i just, love it alot and i cant explain w h y

#acid.txt #this took a while but :wahoo:

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so @ie9999 asked me ages ago to post info about my OCs and I just realized I’m finally on a laptop so I have a keyboard enough to do that!

Densoro is a long while in the making. I came up with him when I was 11 and for a while he was just the magic/superpower mule for a hyperactive teenage Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy/Legend of Zelda fan. Changed every few months to accommodate some new complete misunderstanding of the laws of physics.

The current draft, tho, is a member of the town guard. In his world, magic is common and everybody is born aligned to one element. However, rarely, people are born unaligned. Such people have no bodily pigment, no capacity for magic, difficulty understanding emotion, and experience colorblindness. The lack of pigment lowers their tolerance to extreme weather conditions, and Densoro overcompensates for his lack of magic by excessively sword training.

His world also has three alternate realities layered one on top another. His father once created a sword, using a special ore which is constantly moving like a lava flow, frozen into form. When stabbed into the ground, it opens a portal, enabling travel between the three. This discovery became a regular fact of life. However, his father tried to use the superior quality of the blade to subjugate the people of the new land he arrived in. He terrorized them for years before he was finally killed. He and his sword came to be known as Vandal.

Years later, as Densoro neared adulthood, a man wielding Vandal attacked Densoro’s town. The town guard managed to repel him, but Densoro began to question the nature of the attacks. Long story short, he uses sword training as a way to understand the lessons handed down by other people, and to eventually understand their feelings. His story is not so much focused around defeating the Vandal, as much as about becoming the kind of person who knows what he’s defending and how.

Arvyria hails from a small, unnamed territory nestled between Sweden and Norway in the early 1300s. One day, she wakes up and her entire town has vanished -- not in the sense that it was razed to the ground, but more that it seems to have never existed. She struggles to make it to civilization, steals a weapon and a few ill-fitted pieces of armor.

Around the same time, people are reporting attacks by fae or demons, some variety of monsters roaming the countryside. Arvyria finds a gauntlet which seems to be able to suck the life out of these monsters, and begins asking around to see if anybody understands how these events are connected.

Her character vastly changes depending on which weapon she steals, who she meets, and which creatures she vanquishes, in a branching story with several routes.

Reina is one of the people Arvyria can meet. One side of her face is covered in thick, diagonal scars like claw marks framing one white eye. She’s been traveling for months with her 16 year old cousin Vincent. She ran away from her family’s home after Vincent’s father and her abusive husband killed each other. Vincent followed, believing he had a duty to keep her safe from other violent men. Reina suspects this and doesn’t know how to explain to him how sick she is of men in her family risking their lives when she can take care of herself.

The both of them have the ability to see that magic on Earth is a sort of gaseous fluid that surrounds us like an atmosphere. Much like moving underwater, this fluid echoes off our motions in waves and ripples. This allows them to do superhuman feats, but also keeps them up at night because their dreams have been replaced by the ability to watch these waves ebb and flow off everybody’s actions. In places infested by monsters, though, this flow is frozen in place. Because of this and various other stressors -- including their personal situation -- they’re prone to night terrors which cause them to thrash about. Given their abilities, this makes them a danger to entire cities. Reina’s screams alone can fell redwoods.

Depending on how Arvyria’s relationship with Reina develops, Reina may figure out how to explain the motion of magic to her and turn her into another sleepwalker. Also they fall in so much bi lady love and I ship it so hard tbh

Rowen is another potentially crucial figure in Arvyria’s life. He claims to understand the cause of the frozen atmosphere and the monster attacks. He’s a fervent Christian who believes that these creatures were created by a man -- and that the creation of ‘life’ is an affront to God. He’s dedicated himself to mastering the two-handed sword so that he can fight these creatures off, and he has high, uncompromising expectations of all his allies in this endeavor.

If Arvyria is bad enough at using the sword she stole a week ago, she’ll get badly injured in battle, and Rowen will demand that she meet with him for sword lessons as soon as she’s able to move again. He believes he can’t allow her to be a weakness in their cause.

Arvyria as influenced by Reina is a softer, more worldly sort of person. She’s less shy, more able to open up to other people. Reina brings her out of her shell and teaches her to move with magic. On the other hand, Arvyria as trained by Rowen is even more stiff and businesslike than before, downright militaristic, and is a much more disciplined sword-wielder.

(spoilers there’s also a third ending where shit goes all kinds of fucked up and the same force that created the monsters creates Densoro’s entire world lolol)

Alex Blake is a college student in Anchorage, Alaska, living in present day. However, in her timeline, the world’s been stuck in winter for three years straight. The snow basically never stops. In addition, violent crime rates have climbed exponentially and millions of people have gone missing during the three-year winter.

One day, a man follows Alex home and shoots her. The next day, she wakes up in her bed and, despite gruesome memories of her own death, forces herself to go to school. On the walk there, she witnesses something she can’t quite describe: some sort of entity getting mauled to death by a force she can’t see or comprehend. The dying creature’s shadow casts onto her, physically wraps around her, and forms a suit of armor. Long story short, this allows her to walk through the time stream in order to fight monsters that exist in time in a way we don’t understand.

(Fun fact: Alex’s story was going great until I realized I didn’t understand a thing about Alaska’s relationship with its indigenous people and spent days googling things that did nothing to help me understand :’3 I felt I was mishandling the setting and everything crawled to a standstill)

Carson lives in the near future. Young Carson is fine being assigned female, but they keep getting visions of themselves as a tall, lean man with a sword. It gets to the point where they keep forgetting how long their arms actually are -- like they’re used to being taller.

They keep finding incredibly finely-crafted, modern, machined swords hidden in strange places. They keep recognizing them. And they keep getting drawn into violent conflicts where they’re forced to use these weapons.

As Carson gets older, sword fighting overtakes more and more of their life, and they come out as agender. Their body proportions grow to match the man from their visions. They develop a supernatural sense to ‘feel’ the movements other people are making with their bodies -- to feel your arm as though it’s their own. Using this power, they become a paranormal exterminator of sorts.

An unnamed woman from the Gobi desert (because I realized I know nothing about the linguistic conventions of that region and don’t want my white ass to slap some Mandarin on her lolol) grew up in a militaristic society where the unforgiving climate of the expanding desert combined with monster attacks to make survival next to impossible. Their society is at war with the monsters, and uses armored trains covered in spikes to traverse the wastelands safely. However, she tried out for the leader’s personal guard and received a set of armor and intensive magic training when she passed the test. Her trademark is the ability to make force bounce off on contact. For example, she can fall straight down off a cliff, hit the ground, and rather than taking the shock of the fall directly into her body, she can deflect the force so that she flies forward and armor-punches a monster’s face off. Uncertain circumstances bring her to America to confront Carson.

...It’s late. I’ve got a lot down already, but a lot more still to follow XD Feel free to ask for more info about anyone if you’re curious though!

#long post #Den rambles #nobody loves Kasval #lolol you don't even know who Kasval is yet or why he's my OC tag

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Some OC questions 1. Your first OC ever? -A demon named Vincent Nasierela. 2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? -Yeah. My Son, Mihalo.  3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? -No. I tend to make characters for people instead.  4. A character you rarely talk about? - Donnie Ducreaux. He's kind of meh. 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? -Defiantly Mihalo!  6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? -Viggo and Mihalo. Viggo actually looks like Korean Mihalo.  7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? -Oh yes. They all are part of different, and interconnecting stories.  8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! -No, I don't really RP much anymore.  9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? -No, because they are mine.  10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? -Oh Jesus. Dvorah and Ahkenaton. Armor, layers and long hair. 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? -Yes! Mihalo's twin sister, Radojka. 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot -? 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? -All of them are. Their collective theme song is "Heathens" by Twenty-One pilots. 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory -All of my guys except for Radojka. 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? -I would love to! But nobody talks to me really. 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? - Mihalo is good at Biology and Genetics. A creepy combo. 17. Any OC OTPs? - VanGo, KiHa, TreVorrah, TheOn, RadoYosha.  18. Any OC crackships? -ViHa. They would be together but Viggo creeps him out. 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) -Miha is important to me because he's like the self that I want to be. Confident, self confident, and awesome.  20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? - Miha sings like Dero from Oomph. Viggo's headcannon Voice actor is English Troy Baker. 21. Your most artistic OC -Theon the Vampire. He paints like a beast. 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? -Viggo is not a chauvinist playboy. He's extremely charming and absolutely polite to his lovers. 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? - Dorian, Miha's twin brother was a hacker in my early concept, now he's an ex-army guy who has a bakery.  24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? -Either Miha or Viggo because they are so handsome and kind.  25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) -None, but Miha and I sigh when we are bored and we both hate mushrooms. 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? -Yeah. A whole race of creatures because they looked too close to another race that I was already made. 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? -I made an OC by the name of Nazzereno and he's based off of the song "Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil. 28. Your most dangerous OC? -Aeron because he's an angry alien shapeshifter. 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? -Miha and his brother Dorian would because they are both skeptical weirdos. 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? -Luca would. 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) -Viggo's blog would have pictures of himself, pictures of himself naked, videos of him doing things, and videos of himself giving out sex Ed advice. 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? -Rado would because she's perceptive, extremely smart and she makes great choices. 33. Your shyest OC? -Between Luca and Nero, Nero is a 9 foot tall scared kitten. 34. Do you have any twin characters? - Yes! The Raznatovic's are quadruplets! 35. Any sibling characters? -The Raznatovics, The Iekha's, and the Ralïs's are all siblings. 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? -Miha, who is Dorian, Radojka, and Luca's older brother is dating their family friend, Kiriean. 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human -All of them are not human. 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? -Kiriean is an amazing dancer.  39. Introduce any character you want -I made a new character named Ren Silla and he's an assassin of some sorts.  40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! -Well the Raznatovics are kind of like me and my siblings... Minus the fact that they are elves and we aren't.  41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) -No but I would love some! 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? - Theon would because he's a natural scholar. 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess -I like all of my OC's to be tall. The shortest OC that I have is 6'1. Also everyone has a mixed race.  44. Something you like about your OCs in general -They are all pretty, handsome, and intelligent.  45. A character you no longer use? -A spliced dude named Teerowhyn. 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? -No... Nobody knows that I have OC's. 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? -Yes. My sister when I showed her a picture of Luca. 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure -Rado is. She's so sweet. 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes -Dorian and Miha because they are base dorks. 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want If you want. -So I'm currently trying to write a story about Viggo, who is 6'6 and his boyfriend, Vance who is 9'4. I don't know how size works apparently.

#inspiredocs #my son #my ocs #oc ask meme #yetanotherocmeme

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