#WOOF once again the uquizes are coming for syb Explore tagged Tumblr posts

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tagged by @cassietrn, @madparadoxum, @voidika, @baldurrs, @detectivelokis, @trench-rot, and @socially-awkward-skeleton to do this picrew (only doing my main girls this time because i was also tagged by @inafieldofdaisies, @cassietrn, @g0dspeeed and @socially-awkward-skeleton for a few uquizes too

tagging (back) for any/all picrew/uquizes that people haven't done yet and also tagging @adelaidedrubman, @fourlittleseedlings, @deputyash, @strafethesesinners, @sstewyhosseini, @strangefable, @purplehairsecretlair, @wrathfulrook, @josephslittledeputy, @clonesupport, @poetikat, @aceghosts, @euryalex, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @harmonyowl, and anyone else wanting to do these <;3

anyway, syb is stuck in the trials but at least jacob let her keep her cigs, and paola is trying so hard to decipher whether sam is being serious or not...uquizes under the cut

what color does your (oc's) love feel like?

SYBILLE.

DEEP STAINING RED. Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

PAOLA.

DARK STORMY BLUE. Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.

what kind of touch do(es) you(r oc) possess?

SYBILLE.

POWERFUL TOUCH. you leave me breathless. you are someone that is destined to do great things. everything you do is with a purpose and dedication. you are a powerful presence that leaves their mark on the world. focused, confident, and striking is how others would describe you. others come to you for trustworthy advice and honest opinions. you have few that you consider close and whom you will open up to. you often push down your emotions and put up a strong persona because you are scared of vulnerability. you protect others hard and your heart harder. i love you, bad bitch.

PAOLA.

WARM TOUCH. you are the embodiment of a cozy blanket and warm sunshine on a cool day. you give the best hugs, they are truly powerful. you embrace others with your big heart and feel everything to the max. you have a gift for uplifting others and raising the mood of whatever situation you are in. you can easily read the room and give your attention to who needs it the most. you are a joy to be around. others feel at home around you, which leads to lasting meaningful relationships. sometimes, though, you neglect yourself by putting others first. you feel that you will not be loved if you don't care for others. it can be hard to constantly put up a happy facade, i know. but remember, you are worthy of love.

which uniquely human interaction is your oc?

SYBILLE.

WAITING IN THE CAR. those extra seconds sat in your friend's driveway so you can make sure the door closes behind them. you are those watchful eyes. you are saying "i can't keep you safe always but i will make damn sure nothing happens on my watch". you are the action of keeping a stranger's child in your peripheral to make sure they don't get into any trouble. you are holding out a hand to catch the person who stumbled. you are the village.

PAOLA.

COMPLIMENTS FROM A STRANGER. every person has their own taste and every person's taste overlaps with someone else's. you are those overlaps. you are saying "i have made the world better just by existing in it for another day" you are every kind word that has been spoken into the world. you are smiles shared with strangers on the train. you are spreading good into the world