#OC Yildiz

[leapdayowo]

Abstract Experiments

I took some inspiration from Siena Carusi’s work as this is a bit outside my comfort zone and I was lost on what elements I could add to the second piece. I wanted to do more abstract work though because my OC Yildiz is a bit quirky, a bit silly (they have become the Horrors that plague others). To put it lightly, they have some identity problems and I want that to be demonstrated through the viewer not being able to see all of their person. Right now I’m testing out ways I can creatively avoid showing them clearly and I think abstract representations are very fitting

[leapdayowo]

I think I did this right 😅 Your Honor, they are so messed up

his and hers drip 😻

[the-offside-rule]

Kenan Yildiz (Juventus) - Let Me Help

Requested: no

Warnings: none

Y/n had always been the type to handle things on her own. She prided herself on her independence—whether it was navigating her way through a new city, tackling a mountain of groceries, or fixing whatever happened to break in her apartment. If she could do it herself, she would, no questions asked. That’s just how she’d always been.

Kenan, on the other hand, was an effortless mix of calm confidence and unwavering support. He watched her with a fond smile each time she set out to conquer a new challenge, knowing full well she could handle anything she put her mind to. But no matter how many times she insisted, “I’ve got this,” he was always right there with a helping hand, a steadying touch, or a quiet gesture to make things a little easier.

She’d tell him she didn’t need his help, that she was perfectly capable on her own. And every time, he’d just smile, shrug, and gently step in anyway—because, to him, doing things for her wasn’t about questioning her strength. It was simply about showing her how much he cared. And so, their relationship became this unspoken dance: her fierce independence met with his steady, quiet support. In every moment, big or small, they found a way to balance each other, her determination softened by his patient affection. For every “I can do it myself” she threw his way, he’d answer with an easy, “I know… but let me.”

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Y/n was standing on her tiptoes, stretching her arm as far as it would go toward the elusive pasta jar on the top shelf. She was just about there, fingertips grazing the glass. “Need some help?” Kenan asked from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. She shot him a glance over her shoulder, determination flashing in her eyes. “Nope! I got it.” She insisted, reaching a little higher, even as the jar seemed to tease her by staying just out of reach.

Kenan watched for a moment, enjoying her stubborn dedication, before stepping in behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her and effortlessly reached up to grab the jar, placing it in her hand. “I know you can get it yourself.” He whispered, close enough that she felt his breath against her neck. “But why not let me do it for you?” She huffed but couldn’t help smiling as she leaned back into his hold. “Fine… just this once.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Sure, just this once.”

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Y/n struggled slightly, balancing two heavy bags of groceries on either arm as they walked home. Kenan had already offered several times to help, but each time, she’d shaken her head. “I bought them, so I’ll carry them.” She’d said with a confident grin. They were halfway home when Kenan noticed her slowing down, her grip loosening on the bags. He quietly walked over, slipping the heavier bag from her hand in one smooth motion. “Kenan!” She protested, frowning at him. He raised his eyebrows in that calm, unruffled way of his. “What? You’re always telling me I need to get stronger. Here’s my workout.” He teased, giving her a playful nudge. She rolled her eyes, trying to bite back a smile. “Fine, but I still could’ve carried it, you know.”

He grinned and squeezed her free hand. “I know you could’ve. But what’s the fun in letting you do all the work?”

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They were seated in a cozy corner booth at their favorite restaurant, finishing up an incredible meal. As the waiter approached with the check, Y/n reached for her wallet, determined to treat Kenan this time. Kenan noticed her movement and gently placed his hand over hers, pushing her wallet back toward her. “I’ve got this one.” He said softly, his gaze warm. She narrowed her eyes. “Kenan, you’ve paid for dinner the last three times! It’s my turn.” He tilted his head, giving her a half-smile. “I know you can pay, but I am your bkyfriend. It's my job.” He lifted her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Besides, I love treating you.”

She tried to look annoyed, but the warmth in his expression melted her resistance. “You’re so annoying.” She sighed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “And you love it.” He replied, giving her a wink as he handed his card to the waiter.

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One afternoon, Y/n found herself wrestling with the living room window, which seemed to be jammed shut. She tried every trick she knew, even grabbing a screwdriver to see if she could figure out what was wrong. Kenan walked in just as she was giving it a particularly forceful shove. “Need a hand?” He offered. She shook her head, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Nope, I can handle it.” She replied, gritting her teeth and giving the window another tug. Kenan chuckled, gently taking the screwdriver from her. “I know you can.” He said, his hands carefully working the window latch loose. In a few seconds, he had it unstuck and pulled it open effortlessly. She sighed, half-embarrassed, half-amused. “Fine, maybe I needed a little help.”

He leaned in, giving her a quick kiss. “It’s okay to let someone else handle things once in a while, you know.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Maybe, but don’t get used to it.”

[sakashq]

Too Late. 𐙚 kenan yildiz x fem!oc

🪬 summary. In which Isabel has never experienced love and doesn’t know what to expect of it. Once she’s shown it, she doesn’t know what to do.

🪬 face claim. this story is based on a work i had published on wattpad but have since unpublished. qlorify IS me guys i’m not stealing💔. she was a black woman in the book so i still fully see her as one here, but imagine isa as you please.

🪬 yap! I hate my ex. but i also miss him. so this is my current feelings for him written as someone else for someone else🤗. to my favorite divas who unfortunately have to go through this weird ass break up with me! @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @planetpedri @halfwayhearted 🩵

Isabel was not one to love. She just wanted to feel loved. She hadn’t yet met someone that was worthy of her love, past situations failing on the guy’s end. Love was such a strange concept for Isabel, the girl never being shot by one of Cupid’s arrows. Sometimes she felt like she wasn’t worthy of an arrow, watching everyone around her except her fall in love with their forever.

It wasn’t like there was something wrong with Isabel. She was beautiful—talented, too. Would do anything to make someone feel the way she wanted to feel, even if love was too strong and too terrifying for her.

She considered it ‘like-like’, more than liking someone, but not as much as loving them. Loving someone felt too scary, as she knew if she grew attached she wouldn’t be able to let go. And Isa wasn’t one to take no for an answer.

That’s why she couldn’t love. She’d get too attached and lose herself in that person. Who knows, if they were really worthy of her love, she’d destroy herself for them. It was like a lose/lose situation; if Isa loved, she’d lose herself. If she didn’t, she’d lose that person.

Well, this was all before him.

Someway somehow, Kenan had something different to him. He wasn’t like the other guys who wanted Isa. Personality wise, sure, but still. Something was off.

She didn’t know it at the time, but he was starting to develop feelings. They’d seen each other several times by this point, even going as far as texting everyday. He was doing what Isabel feared the most; falling in love.

He didn’t know it at the time, but Kenan was not falling in love with Isa. He fully thought he was, the idea of being with her being something he constantly thought about and highly considered. She was beautiful—talented, too. There was nothing he couldn’t like about her. Her flaws seemed like ghosts, being there but not seen. Maybe had he caught it he would’ve realized she was falling in love.

This scared Isa. She had never fallen in love with anyone. What made Kenan so different?

This scared Kenan. He had tried love a few times and desperately wanted it with Isabel, so why couldn’t he? There was something wrong with him, something so irrevocably wrong that he begun to hate himself for it.

He didn’t know it at the time, but he was scared of love with Isa.

She didn’t know it at the time, but she was scared of not loving Kenan.

He came to her door with flowers, as he had done once every week to convince himself that he really did love her. She answered as she always did, a bright smile on her face and her heart beating out of her chest.

“Hi,” she continued to smile, her stomach feeling like it was trying to crawl it’s way up to her heart.

“Hi,” he repeated back to her, a smile on his face. Why couldn’t he love her as she did him?

“Come in.”

He did as she said, putting the bouquet in their designated vase. “What’d you do today?” He inquired, hoping that conversation would plant a seed in him that would blossom into love for the girl.

“Nothing much. You?” She responded, sitting down at her counter. He sat next to her, their chairs facing each other.

“Bought your flowers.” They both chuckled. One with love, the other with anxiety.

“They’re beautiful, per usual. Thank you, Kenan.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was so handome, she didn’t know if she could stop loving him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was so pretty, why couldn’t he love her?

They hung out for a while, soon moving to the couch. He had his arm around her, she had her head on his shoulder.

“Kenan,” she spoke softly.

“Hmm?” He replied, taking his eyes off the movie in front of him and looking at her.

Her eyes met his and she melted into him. “I’m scared.”

“Why?” His voice was filled with genuine concern. Why didn’t see feel safe with him? Was this his fault? What did he do wrong?

“I… I’ve never loved someone the way I love you. And it scares me.”

He tensed up and froze. What? She loved him? No, no, no, this couldn’t be. She couldn’t love him. He couldn’t even love her! How could someone afraid of love make an exception for someone who didn’t feel the same?

“I’m sorry, that was way too forward,” Isabel frowned, moving out of his arms. “I didn’t mean…”

“Hey,” he held onto her, using his hand to guide her head to look at him. “It’s okay. I feel the same way.” That was a lie. He didn’t even know what he wanted.

Her face lit up, her brown eyes shining brightly against the TV glow. “Really?”

He smiled at her seeing her excitement, wishing he could share it with her. “Of course.” He kissed her gently, their soft lips connecting. This wasn’t the first time they’d done this.

“What does this mean now?” Isa asked after a few moments.

“What?” He knew what she was asking. He just didn’t know what to say.

“I mean… you love me, I love you. What’s that mean for us?” She questioned.

He had to ask her the question now, if he didn’t he’d seem like an asshole. He already told her that he’s in love with her, might as well right? “We… Can I be your boyfriend?”

It was already set in motion; it was too late. Kenan was now stuck.

[katherine-mcnamara]

[morelikesin]

Drowning.

Trying.

Grieving.

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Practicing my portraiture; albeit through unconventional means.

[shitsndgiggs]

Kenan giving OC a massage 👀👀

A/N: I changed it to reader giving Kenan a massage since it makes more sense

MASSAGE - KENAN YILDIZ

Giving Kenan a massage

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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Kenan walked into the room, looking completely worn out after another tough day of practice. His shoulders were slumped, and he let out a long sigh as he kicked off his shoes.

I could see the exhaustion etched across his face, and something inside me just wanted to make it all go away.

"Come here," I called softly, standing by the bed with a bottle of massage oil in my hand, the warm scent of lavender filling the room.

Candles flickered on the nightstand, casting a soft glow over everything.

He raised an eyebrow at me, his lips curving into a tired smile. “You don’t have to, you know.”

“I know,” I replied, smiling back at him. “But I want to.”

Without another word, he peeled off his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular back. I tried to keep my cool, but even after months of being together, the sight of him still did things to me.

He laid face down on the bed, his back exposed and muscles tight.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath me. Pouring the oil into my hands, I rubbed it between my palms to warm it up before placing them on his shoulders, slowly kneading into his sore muscles. As soon as my hands started working, he let out a deep, satisfied groan.

“Oh God, that’s good,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

I couldn’t help but smile, enjoying the way he was already melting under my touch. “You’re so tense,” I whispered, pressing a little harder into the knots along his neck and shoulders.

“You’ve got magic hands,” he groaned again, his body relaxing more with every stroke.

I moved my hands down his back, letting the oil glide over his smooth skin. Every time I hit a tight spot, he let out a little grunt of relief, and I could feel the tension easing out of him.

But there was something else too, something growing between us that wasn’t just about easing his sore muscles.

His groans were getting deeper, more drawn-out, and I couldn’t help but feel a little smug about the effect I was having on him.

I leaned down, my chest now resting lightly against his back, my breath brushing his ear.

“You know,” I whispered, my lips barely grazing his skin, “you make the cutest sounds when you’re like this.”

He chuckled softly, though I could feel the shift in his breathing. “Cute, huh?” he murmured. “I’ll try to keep it down.”

I grinned, pressing a little kiss to the back of his neck. “Don’t. I like it.”

Kenan let out another groan, but this one was different—deeper, more charged. “You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?”

“Mmm, maybe,” I teased, trailing my fingers down his spine. His body was completely at my mercy, and I loved every second of it.

As I finished massaging his back, I leaned down further, letting my full weight rest on him now. My body molded to his, and I whispered in his ear again, “Feeling better?”

“Much better,” he murmured, his voice thick with relaxation but still with that edge of desire. “But now I think I might need this treatment every day.

I laughed softly against his skin, pressing another kiss to his shoulder blade. “We’ll see about that.”

Suddenly, a wave of cool air blew through the window, and I noticed a little bit of water splashed onto me from the light drizzle outside. I shivered slightly, and Kenan must’ve felt it.

Without a second thought, he reached for his hoodie hanging over the chair next to the bed. He handed it to me, eyes soft as they met mine. “Here, wear this.”

I took the it and slipped it over my shoulders, the oversized hoodie wrapping me up like a blanket.

It was warm from the heat of the room, and it smelled like him. “Thanks,” I said, settling down on top of him again, my lips brushing his shoulder.

“You look good in my clothes,” he said, his voice dipping low. His hand reached back, his fingers brushing against my thigh. “Almost too good.”

I chuckled against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the back of his neck. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true,” he murmured, his voice taking on that suggestive tone that made my heart race. “You know, I should probably be the one giving you a massage next time.”

I shifted on top of him, resting my chin on his shoulder as I whispered back, “Maybe you should. But for now, I think I’m enjoying this.”

Kenan groaned softly, but this time it wasn’t from the massage. He turned his head slightly to look at me, his eyes dark with something other than just gratitude. “You keep teasing me like this, and I might not be able to keep my hands to myself.”

I grinned, my heart racing as I leaned down to press my lips close to his ear. “Who said you have to?”

Kenan let out a low chuckle, his hand sliding further up my thigh as he turned his head to capture my lips in a soft, lingering kiss. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

"Maybe," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I stayed pressed close to him. "But you love it."

[littlestpersimmon]

A bit down bc I want my art to pop off everytime, but when they do pop off, my trans guys just get mistaken as girls so often I just feel really sad. I don't mind ppl borrowing my oc DESIGNS or whatever, I just get sad when my drawings get divorced from my actual intention. Idk. Anyway!

Here are my trans guys

His name is Chintan. He is "coded" to be Hmong Vietnamese, Mongolian and northern filipino. His name is Sanskrit, and it means "thought"

His name is Yildiz, he is a trans guy and coded sefardi jewish and Turkish, his name means "star" in Turkish

This is my favorite oc of all time, his name is Darenya, his name means "little moon" in a constructed language- he is a trans guy.

This is Salabay, he is a trans guy. His name means "jellyfish" in bisaya and tagalog

This one is Aneirin, he is a trans guy and he is Welsh.

And this one is Rachamim, he's coded to be Sephardi jewish and Chinese. His name means "compassion"

And finally this is Lea. He is half filipino, half chinese.

[think-like-a-poet]

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Hello, welcome to my blog. Here you can find all my written pieces. I hope you can enjoy some.

Requests are open ( except for Song x driver )

I write for Formula 1( including old drivers), Formula 2( including old drivers), Formula 3 and Football. If you want a driver in a different category, you can always request and I can see if I write it.

I am new to football, so I don't know a lot of players yet but I try.

F1: I do not write for Valterri Bottas, Nico Hulkenberg, Kevin Magnussen, logan Sargeant, Lance Stroll and Esteban Ocon. List can be changed at all times.

I do not really write smut. Sometimes when I feel like it or the request is really nice I maybe do it, but probably not.

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Formula 1

My ao3 stories

Hurt(logan sargeant)

Put on the camera pt 1(Landoscar)

Smile at the camera pt 2(Landoscar)

Teach me a thing or two(Max x Oscar x Charles)

Tattooed in ink(lestappen)

Tell me what you want(4433)

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My beautiful boy ( fem!driver x oc bf)

Loscar(NSFW)- Gamer/ Only fans AU

MV1

Crazy cat lady

Last talk

Thight riding (NSFW)

Kiss me ( S x D)

Tell em ( S x D )

Drunk yapping

What is a soft launch

LN4

Stay in

Casual ( S x D)

Out of my league ( S x D)

Here alone again ( S x D )

Necklace

OP81

Breakfast

Campus ( S x D )

Hold my girl ( S x D)

unnamed

Shut me up ( S x D)

Miss you

CL16

Traitor pt 1

Take me back to the night me met pt 2

Bust the windows out your car pt 3

Ferrari

That girl ( S x D)

CS55

positive

spending time

Bar fight

Behind the camera

Ordinary life ( NSFW)( s x D)

PG10

Helping him calm down ft Kika Gomes

LH44

Lost and found

GR63

Yuck ( S x D)

Jenson Button

Beach kisses

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Formula 2

Franco Colapinto

Back home

Biggest supporter

Sacrifice Tonight ( S x D)

She said yes- Arthur Leclerc

Prema challenges

Food challenge- Loscar x reader

Truth or dare- Loscar x reader

Only question-Arthur, Ollie, Dennis x reader

Wheelbarrow challenge- Dennis Hauger x reader

Headcanons

Ollie bearman/ Victor Martins

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Football

Kenan Yildiz( Turkish nt)

Jealousy

Biggest Supporter

Pregnancy

Surprise visit

Babysitting

Arda Güler ( Turkihs nt)

Supporter

Xavi Simons( Dutch Nt)

Jealousy

Holiday spirit

Nico Williams( Spanish Nt)

Trust issues

[p1astories]

# 𝐏𝟏𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 — navigation.

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[prismasartworks]

Meet Yildiz, the celestial performer at Mount Rageous!

Known for her melodic voice and generous personality, this gal works really hard for her performances, unlike a certain duo....

However, she actually doesn't care about the wealth, as long as music makes her happy.

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As you can see, I made a Mount Rageous OC, based on Turkish Pop. As such, her color palette is mostly white and red, with some blues mixed in. Her eyes and eye makeup are based on a Nazar amulet.

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Also this is her theme;

[leapdayowo]

Finally came up with a design for Taqqiq (the cat alien in upper right box) that I’m happy with so now I can post this :3 The image I used for Yildiz (lower right box) is a doodle that I think really captures the essence of them and the vibes I’m going for with her character (it’s hard to explain, but she’s supposed to draw power from the Unknown, which has warped her body to change depending on who is perceiving her)

Pronouns for the four:

Ishara (top left)- he/they/(she? Maybe she)

Taqqiq(top right)- he/it

Saanvi(bottom left)- she/they

Yildiz(bottom right)- any pronouns (for now? Pronoun preference may become part of their character growth by choosing an identity rather than let others make assumptions and choose for them. Yildiz has a lot of identity issues your Honor)

[ulec-elec]

@farabruh 's dwk this or that game (not that anyone cares for my answers)

1. Best season: first or second

I like both a lot! But getting the team together was an exciting process so I think I prefer the first one?

2. Wessel brothers: Leon or Marlon

Leon makes me simulationsly angry and laugh at the same time so I think I have to say Marlon

3. Girls: Natasha or Vanessa

Vanessaaaa my bbygirl

4. Rich boys: Markus or Deniz

Markus is iconic as fuck but in the name of my oc I have to chose Dennis bcs I’m a good ass oc mom (sometimes)

5. The best women mentor: Grandma or Conny

Both bad ass women fr but grandma has the mysterious yet helpful life advice

6. Strongest team: 1FC or The Unbeatables

Again for the memes the unbeatables

7. The best dad: Erol Yildiz or Mr. Wessel

Deniz dad reached a level of Dilf I can’t simply not choose him

8. The biggest asshole: the mayor or Herr von Theumer

I hate Herr Theumer with a burning passion passion

9. The best male mentor: Willi or Hadschi

They‘re gay your honor- no wait that‘s not the question

10. The best "redeemed" villain

Natasha

11. A better leader: Michi or Paul

Michi is not a good leader but I find him very entertaining

12. The sweetest potato of the team: Raban or Jojo

JOJO MY SWEET SWEET BABY BOY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

13. The best season finale: first or second

the second one was wilding

[selfsabotaqe]

throwing out a bit of a  plotting call out here, because i’ve been having a lot of muse  &  i would love to meet new writing partners to write with on  tumblr. i am willing to both use my ocs  &  create new muses for you privately. something i am really looking for is something  long term but slow paced.  sometimes it takes me a long time to get to replies, not because i am not interested but because i don’t have as much mental space to write. i’ll be around plenty in tumblr dms  &  on discord, where we can always chat, headcanon and plot our ships further. as for plots and ships, i am particularly looking for  slice of life  and  mlm and wlw  but i am open to a wide variety of plot types  &  also am open to playing or playing against any gender, with any mix of pairings. beneath the cut i’ll list some basic info from my main ocs and some faceclaims i would like to use  &  my rules can be found in my pinned post. if you’re interested, simply like this post  &  i’ll come message you!  🤭💗

♡     ◞        main ocs.

nadiye güzelcan   —   aslihan malbora, 24 to 28, phd student in astrophysics. max lockhart   —   lorenzo zurzolo, 19 to 23, college student or professional soccer player. adela “addie” ortega   —   lizeth selene, 22 to 25, bassist in a feminist punk band. luca calderón   —   froy gutierrez, 22 to 25, college student. aera sun   —   im jinah, 28 to 33, pediatric nurse. ** lale sayar   —   ozge yagiz, 23 to 27, college student  &  aspiring romance author. ** devrim yildiz   —   emre bey, 23 to 27, twitch streamer. leonora “leo” langford   —   maia cotton, 20 to 25, college student or classical musician. ** kiran desai   —   dev patel, 30 to 35, high school history teacher. emre kilic   —   serkan cayoglu, 35 to 38, pr manager. teresa hazen   —   dakota johnson, 30 to 35, mechanical engineer. **

** indicates there’s alternative faceclaims for this muse, you can ask for them. in general i’ll often be very down for adding new faceclaims for my muses, but these already have options. sometimes that includes older verses as well !

♡     ◞        fcs i want to play.

greta onieogou, katie douglas, davika hoorne, chase sui wonders, madelyn cline, julia dalavia, melisa pamuk, im nayeon, camila morrone, adam dimarco, michael evans behling, felix mallard, sila turkoglu, hazal filiz küçükköse, simay barlas, samantha logan, berk cankat, renee rapp, gong yoo, priscilla quintana, anya chalotra, mookda narinrak, ni ni, oktay cubuk, danny ramirez, freddy carter, janhvi kapoor, parveen kaur, ayca aysin turan, simone ashley, melissa barrera, apo nattawin, bruna marquezine, calahan skogman, hande ercel, rudy pankow, maia reficco, win metawin, cody christian, drew starkey, wolfgang novogratz, logan lerman, chay suede, lucas bravo, grace van patten, yang hyeji, kim doyeon, zoey deutch, jessica alba, khadijha red thunder, bensu soral, elias kacavas, ryan destiny, savannah lee smith, giuseppe maggio, zethphan smith gneist, giancarlo commare, melis sezen, maya hawke, casey deidrick, alex landi, raymond ablack, daisy edgar jones, adria arjona, maris racal, maude apatow, hafsanur sancaktutan, manny jacinto, banita sandhu, park sooyoung, gemma chan, neslihan atagul, bright vachirawit, zendaya, brittany o’grady, antonia gentry, nathalie emmanuel, zorzo natharuetai, carmela zumbado, cierra ramirez, megan suri, auli’i cravalho, brianne tju, nailea devora, song kang, geraldine viswanathan, wawwa nicha, bahar sahin, rafael silva, bensu soral, park chaeyoung, charithra chandran, lily james, michael cimino, thomas weatherall, josh heuston, alex fitzalan, jessica lucas, nam joohyuk, wi ha joon, janella salvador, emilio sakraya, dylan minnette, oliver jackson cohen, kennedy walsh, ashley moore, alicia vikander, nathasha liu bordizzo, camila queiroz, daniel sharman, alisha boe, yasemin yazici, jennie kim, nychaa nuttanicha, aslihan malbora, halle bailey, baifern pimchanok, lee hojung, kiana madeira, courtney eaton, cemre baysel, sean teale, evan mock, sarah gustafsson, stephanie hsu, adeline rudolph, jacob elordi, adam brody, lorenzo zurzolo, diane guerrero, aly michalka, evan roderick, madison bailey  &  jessica alexander.

[katherine-mcnamara]

[morelikesin]

💗 - August.

🌟 - Sam.

🌈 - Ophelia.

💗 - if they have a crush, is it noticeable? what changes when they're in love?

I'd like to think August can sorta hide it,,, emphasis on sorta KWJDKWNDK (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) I think he's the type of person to drop hints when he's crushing - if he thinks they'll reciprocate. If he's on the fence about them liking him back, I think he's much more guarded and careful about his approach to their continued relationship - not like he'll avoid them or anything, but he'd be much more careful about answering some questions or being alone w them and the like. To his friends? Yes absolutely you can tell when he likes someone LMAO he'd ask advice from his friends about how to go about certain things depending

I'll answer the second question in regards to being in love rather than crushing - which, I'll just quickly answer anyway I guess, while crushing he's much more self conscious about his dress and demeanor and will make attempts to show a more "presentable" side of himself. When he's truly in love with someone I think he's noticeably happier - he's a laid back guy, though hardworking, but I'd imagine he's not only chill while in love but genuinely softer - more comfortable with himself, tries harder in his appearance, takes better care of his hygiene/grooming/luxury care, that sort of thing. Smiles more, laughs more, yadda yadda.

I don't think he's entirely someone who needs someone else to live, but truth be told I think he places relationships on a high pedestal, and by proxy sorta just. Places a lot of emphasis on happiness = togetherness. Considering his big family and close-knit friends, I think he gets lonely much faster than people would anticipate him to - he'd much rather spend his time with people than by himself, and having a partner solves that issue most of the time (or it should, I should say).

🌟 - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to stargaze with?

Mmm this might get sad so sit down with me for a moment KSBFKSN

First question, I think Samuel thinks about a lot of things - but I have a feeling he always circles back to camping. It just reminds him of getting away from Manhattan, getting away from people and the city in general, and breathing in fresh, cold, wilderness air. Him and his brothers used to go camping a lot, to get away from everything, and now with half of them gone I'd like to think he and Elliott still keep up the occasional tradition of going out and pitching tents to get away from everything and more. They'd draw constellations in the sky, roast marshmallows and make stew over their campfire, catch up on life, talk about things only the two of them and the woods will ever know. When they were younger, they'd tell ghost stories - but I think those memories leave a bitter taste in his mouth. Considering everything, I don't think he enjoys stories like that anymore, both out of principle and out of it being just a little too painful. It feels like a lot of people in his life are ghosts, now.

The second question is a little more cut and dry. The secondary still-real answer that Samuel'd probably answer this with? Definitely Maxwel. He's beautiful, he's sweet, he's everything he wants in a man - and above everything, he thinks he's a good listener and a good talker. For all the times he wants to yap his ear off, and for all the times he just wants someone else to control the conversation, he knows Max's got him.

The primary answer to this question, which you'd probably only pry out of him over a sappy night, 3 bottles of wine in, is probably his mom. Once upon a lifetime ago, she went out to camp with them for once - usually, she left it up to the eldest brother to take care of them all, out of trust and love of course - but she decided, once and only once, that she wanted to come along. It was the first and only time it happened, and Samuel was much, much younger when it happened, but he still thinks about that time fondly. Nowadays, there's some days she remembers his name, and some days she can't remember that he's the youngest. The camping trip with her is lost from her memory, and so he and his only brother are left to remember it for her.

I'd like to think he'd want to stargaze with her again someday, even if just on her back porch, and even if she doesn't remember what it was like that one camping trip more than a decade ago now. He remembers, and that's as happy as he's gonna have to be with that.

🌈 - what advice would they give to their younger self?

Other than admit that she was gay way sooner than she did? Other than sooner understanding her dad loves her regardless and she doesn't need a husband to make him or her family happy with her? Because both of those would have definitely made her child and teenagehood less stressful 😭😭

I think Ophelia'd say to herself that she needs to get weirder. In a sincere, heartfelt way, I think she would want to tell herself that she's gonna be alright, and being comfortable in her own skin - physically, mentally, emotionally - can't happen while she's trying to cover up everything she thinks isn't perfect. I think she had this idea in her head, and to this day still struggles to shake it from her mind, that she needs to live up to expectations. She needs to be intelligent, beautiful, witty, crafty, a jack of all trades and a master of all, because to not be those things means letting down her family, and sullying what people think of her.

She'd grab her younger self and say just. Fuckin'. Enjoy your rock bands and your gore/pornogrind and keep practicing that heavy metal screaming you do in your bedroom when no one's in that wing of the house. Because, who cares, right? Why live at all if you can't afford yourself something that makes you happy? In a spiritual sense, I mean, not like. Financial. Duh.

In the best way possible I think she'd want her younger self to get weirder and be comfortable being weird so she didn't have to pick up the pieces as she got older and have to start working on it now. Better late than never, it's never too late, et cetera etc but part of her does feel upset by her own insecurity. I'd like to think, despite everything, that she has friends now that could help her be more comfortable with herself and stop trying to fit into the "perfect" mold her mind thinks she should be in.