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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 (𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕃𝕦𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨) - ℤ𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕋𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤
Another character introduction post for What Lurks In The Hollow, this time for Zach Taylors - Amy's best friend and boyfriend.
If you like this, pls reblog! 💕



🎞️About/General Info🎞️
The first friend Amy made after returning to Vinethorn Grove, Zach Taylors is a goth teenager ran away from home to escape his abusive stepfather who lives in a neighbouring town, so now Zach secretly lives in an abandoned cabin he found near the woods - he may be homeless, but according to himself, he has never felt more free, or more safe. He and Amy were an instantly match made in chaos heaven, having been friends ever since they bumped into each other on the chilly autumn evening of the day she'd moved back into town. A certified troublemaker, Zach is still a gentleman and possibly the kindestkid in town, despite his kooky and eccentric personality. He loves alternative music, often ones matching with his improvised grunge/goth style, and can often be found either skateboarding around town or reading books - which he steals from the local library - on the outskirts of the woods, near the lake. Amy's brother, Dylan, is a bit wary of him, worried that he may be trouble and sometimes considering him 'too much', but also partially because Zach's sarcastic wit and rebellious tendencies clash with Dylan's more serious outlook, and so they don't always see eye to eye. As their paranormal investigation progresses, Zach slowly starts to become part of the Millihan's family, and finds that he may just not be quite as lonely as he once was anymore, much to his relief and confusion.

🎞️ More Info 🎞️
Pronouns - He/Him Age - 16 Appearance - Zach is average height and has pale skin without freckles, as well as messy short dark brown (almost black) hair that sticks out in a few directions and which he brushes up off his face. His eyes are brown and sharp, and he has a mischievous grin. For clothes, he usually wears cotton or flannel long-sleeve shirts usually in hues of grey, brown or black, under a long pitch black jaket, with black denim pants, black converse shoes studded with spikes and black fingerless gloves with ripped fishnetting. He also almost always uses black nail polish and eyeliner, which he takes great pride in.
Personality Types:
📸Enneagram: 7w8
📸MBTI: INTP/ENTP
Occupation: Homeless runaway, works part time jobs at a few local businesses that don't ask too many questions
Place of Birth: Criksdale (a town neighbouring Vinethorn Grove)
Orientation: Straight

🎞️ Personal Life 🎞️
Family:
Jenny Taylors (nèe Weston) - Mother
Status: Unknown Age: Presumably late 30s, early forties, if she's still alive somewhere Occupations: Convenience store clerk, busker (plays the guitar) Relationship: Complicated but not awful (she was troubled and developed a drug addiction/drinking problem after his father passed but wasn't a bad mother, wasn't a perfect one either)
David Taylors - Father
Status: Deceased Age: 29-30 Occupations: Ex-military, mechanic, musician Cause of Death: Accidental Electrocution (while at work) Relationship: Great (David was an awesome father and Zach's main role model, and also was the person from whom Zach got his love for unique things and a goth style)
Brendan Heddam - Step Father
Status: Alive Age: mid forties Occupations: Biker, Gang Leader Relationship: AWFUL (Brendam is a very violent and abusive man who hurt Zach emotionally and physically especially after Jenny hit the road/disappeared, and though Zach was able to run away the man is still hunting him down as he blames him for Jenny 'leaving him')
Best Friends/Allies:
Amy Millihan:
Status: Alive Age: 16 Occupation: Student (currently on school break), Paranormal Investigator & Enthusiast Relationship: Good (Amy is his best friend and girlfriend)
Liam Steele:
Status: Alive Occupations: Student (currently on school break), Rock 'n Roll Enthusiast, Local Troublemaker, Paranormal Investigator (begrudgingly) Relatioship: Good
Cody Piotrowitz
Status: Alive Occupations: Student (currently on school break), Animal Shelter Volunteer, Paranormal Investigator Relationship: Good
Tasha Strikehart
Status: Alive Occupations: Student (currently on school break), car wash assistant, barista and repair shop assistant Relationship: Good

🎞️ Likes & Dislikes 🎞️
Hobbies/Interests:
Listening to grunge rock and alternative pop, especially more gothic or spooky styles, on his old headphones, almost all the time
Skateboarding around town
Playing with his gecko, Mark, (which he stole from a parked pet store truck) and spending time taking care of it
Reading books, stolen from the local library, in the woods - his favorite genres are detective mysteries, philosophy, and obscure classics and books by unknown authors
Drinking milkshake at their favorite diner and eating hamburgers with curly fries
Investigating the paranormal activity of the woods with Amy and their friends, especially whenever their searches do wield results
Being a menace to society
Making passinate debates about sociopolitical topics or even very trivial or unknown facts
Playfully getting on Dylan's nerves on purpose
Spending quality time with Amy, watching movies, walking around, talking or just being in the same room
Sleeping
Eating big breakfasts with more food than one would consider possible
Making new, improvised props for his goth style and even sewing some new patches to his clothes or changing a shirt's shape all together
Pranking his friends
Additional Favorites: (Extra List Here)
Music: Grunge Rock/Alternative Pop
Person (his 'comfort people'): Amy
Candy: Caramel candies with peppermint
Place: 1. The Millhan's lakehouse, 2. his hideout
Fictional Creature: Banshee, Mothman
Scent: Petrichor, Vanilla Milkshakes and Burnt Wood
General Dislikes/Hates:
His step father (Brendan). Despite Zach's confidence and teenage swagger, he is absolutely terrified of his step father and with good reason: the man is dangerous, and would probably kill him if he had the chance. Whenever they have a close call with Brendan, Zach always has a panic attack later.
Being abandoned/discarded. Zach is a very loyal and kind person, but due to his early traumas - his dad's death, his mother leaving, his stepfather's abusive tendencies - he has developed an inherent fear that he might be 'worthless' or 'unlovable' and lives with a constant dread that his current friends may leave him ("just like everyone else does") once they """grow tired of him""".
Judgemental people, as well as controlling traditions which stifle the creativity of new generations
Corrupt or lazy politicians or public figures
Feeling like he's missing out on something, especially if he feels he isn't being included, though he usually hides the feeling
People who mistreat animals
Dylan not accepting him or treating him like he's just a troubled kid
Movies with cheesy plots or badly written character arcs
When townsfolk cling to misguided beliefs because its just easier that way
People who abuse of their power
Motorcycles and bikers, especially threatening ones
Repetitive conversations about meaningless topics
The smell of cleaning disinfectant
Squishy/sticky food

🎞️ Playlist: 🎞️
Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day
Seventeen - Heathers
It's Alright - Mother Mother
Crossfire - Stephen
The Chain - Evanescence
Ride - Twenty-One Pilots
I'm Not Famous - AJR

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Incorrect Quote Tag Game!
Thank you so much for the ask, @thelovelymachinery (here)! I'll go with some of the cast from Supernova Initiative, Scrapyard Boys and What Lurks In The Hollow for this one let's goooo!
Rules: Use this quote generation to generate quotes for your characters, you can edit the generator to make it fit what kind of quotes you'd prefer and remember to rate the quote.
SCRAPYARD BOYS
Riley: What’s your favorite color? Adahm: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature. Riley: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP? Adahm: My favorite color is green. Taylen, eating chips and watching the exchange: (absolute wheezing)
Gwyn: Adrien! This soup is flaccid! Adrien, on the verge of angry tears: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!
Jordan: Pardon the intrusion, but- Valen: On this moment or just my life in general?
Quince: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Quince is such a nice person, Quince is so happy-go-lucky! Quince can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? I CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, I AM in a bad mood.
Saoirse: Adahm doesn’t look very happy. Taylen, shrugs, smiling: That's his happy. He just has a resting bitch face.
Valen: You saved me! Why? Adahm: People would think I murdered you if I didn't. Valen: That's not reassuring. Adahm: It's not supposed to be - I still might kill you. Emily: Let's change the subject!
Kidnapper: I have one of your friends. Damon: Which one? I have seven. Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up. Damon: Which one? I have seven. Rhys, distantly: HEY!!!
Adahm: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. Kiren: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. Max: Wasps? Jordan: Terriers? Adahm: Nah. Taylen.
Valen: Hold the fuck up. Kiren: Excuse me? Valen: I said hold the fuck up. Kiren: [...] ? Valen: I’m the fuck up, hold me back.
Saoirse: It’s the gift that keeps giving! Kay: It’s the flower that keeps blooming! Valen: It’s the boat that keeps sailing! Adahm, feral: It’s the serial killer that keeps stabbing!
SUPERNOVA INITIATIVE
Artemis: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli. Orion, eyes wide: I know what I saw.
Orion: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Dyma: Aren't you forgetting something? Orion: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Dyma's forehead before running out.* Dyma: No, pay your bills! Damn, who raised you?
Deimos: We'll talk about this later. Cassie: Fine, I won’t be listening.
Meridian: When life gives you lemonades, make lemons! Life will be all like "whaAttT?" Vesper: Life lessons that schools can't teach you.
Artemis: Heyyy Kye, how’s your… drink?? Kye: What do you mean drink? It’s coffee. Artemis: You sure?? *Mischievously looks to coffee maker* Kye: *Concernedly looks to coffee maker* *Cement sitting beside the coffee maker* Kye:...I’m on my third fucking drink right now, I should be dead. Jack (bursts into the room): How the fuck didn't you TASTE that something was off??! Holy fuck are you okay?! Artemis: *Wheezes like a broken tea kettle*
Ethean: Yo dumbass, get over here. Pax: Okay- Meridian: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming! Pax, sadly: I thought... I was dumbass... Ethean: You're knucklehead
Kidnapper: I have your sibling Orion: What? I don't have a sibling... Kidnapper: ... Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Orion: Oh my stars, you have Gabi, I'm so sorry. Welp, good luck! Kidnapper: Wait, what -?! (phone call cuts to the kidnapper's anguished screams as Gabi guts them)
Noctus: Look, I hate to say ‘I told you so’— Aleks: No, you don’t. You would marry 'I told you so’ and have a baby with it and buy adjoining burial plots.
Vesper, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it- Cassie, whispering: Should we call the exorcist? Kye, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick. Jack, appalled: Yeah, call the exorcist.
Aleks: Do even you know the ABCs of first aid? Orion: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.
Pax: Holy shit, Ethean, do you know what this means?! Ethean: Kid, whenever you start doing this, nobody knows what you mean.
Orion: *pitches a plan idea* Dyma, impressed: Huh, there might be something here! Jack, under his breath: Yeah, a lawsuit.
WHAT LURKS IN THE HOLLOW
*In the chip aisle at Walmart, doing a late-night grocery run.* Zach: *Minding their own business, looking for tortilla chips.* Zach: *Finds tortilla chips.* Dylan, to Amy, on the verge of frustrated tears: See, he knows what we're here for. He knows what he's doing. Be more like him. Make a goddamn decision, Amy!
Amy: Christmas lights? Zach: Check. Amy: Thermos of hot cocoa? Indie: Check. Amy: Santa suits? Conner: Check. Amy: Shovel? Christine: Check. Amy: Alibi and bail money? Dylan: Check- wait, WHAT?!
Mayor Whitaker (bloodied knife in hand): Get in the Halloween spirit and make a ghost! Zach (tied up but unimpressed): That’s called murder and I heard somewhere that it was illegal.
Amy: You know, I really wish you’d just admit you made a mistake sometimes. Dylan, angrily stirring his coffee: I prefer it with salt.
Christine: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Dylan? Dylan: No. Maeve: I do! Christine: I know, Maeve. Maeve: I’m sad. Christine, sighing: I know, Maeve.
Dylan: COMPANY IS COMING! I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE DISNEY ON ICE IN ONE MINUTE! Dylan: AMY IF YOU HAVEN'T MADE YOUR BED THROW IT AWAY IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT NOW! Dylan: ZACH GET RID OF THE COUCHES, WE CAN'T LET PEOPLE KNOW WE S I T ! Zach & Amy, watching in ✨ sheer confusion ✨: .... Dylan, running around: THE CHAIRS NEED TO BE PUSHED IN, THERE CANNOT BE ANY SIGN OF L I V I N G IN THIS HOUSE ---
Zach: Are you drunk? Savvy, words sluggish: Only on the spirit of Christmas! Amy: And the spirit of whisky apparently.
Amy: We need a plan to beat them. Christine: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. The entire group, appalled: Christine: Judge me all you want, I get results.
Liam: I have a problem. Kev's ghost: Kill it. Liam: Dude, I know you're dead but can you chill for like, two seconds? Kev: No.
Amy: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Amy: And I started thinking. Amy; Like, it was just trying to get food. Amy; What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Dylan: ... Are you ok?
Conner: What do you have? Ethan: A KNIFE! Conner: NO!
Indie: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart? Erin: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am! Indie: Mean.
Amy: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours! Christine: Six? I only got three! Zach: You guys got sleep? Dylan, comes stumbling out of his room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: ... What year is it??
Christine, in the middle of the cursed woods: Operation no more distractions is a go! *not even 10 seconds later* Christine: Oh, look! A butterfly! *it was not, in fact, a butterfly*
Liam: So... This is my full potential? Kev's Ghost: Yes, if you don't change. Liam: So, then it's... Kev's Ghost: All downhill from here, kid. Liam: Like Toby. Kev's Ghost: I do not know what this Toby is. But it sounds disappointing.
Dylan, still in his pajamas: How did you even get in here?! Charlie: Amy's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Charlie's door"! Amy: I’m closing the window.
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WIP Trailer Tag!
Thank you so much for the tag, @illarian-rambling!!! I love this idea. I'll make a few of these because this tag has got me inspired, but let's start with a movie trailer for Scrapyard Boys!
Rules: Make a movie trailer for your WIP
[Opening scene. The camera pans over a sprawling cyberpunk city, neon lit skyscrapers reaching high up in the sky and a deep underbelly carved into the ground below, hovercars flying around in the airways in a constant buzz. In the background, How Did You Love by Shinedown, plays as the soundtrack]
A young man with long brown hair is standing on a darkened rooftop, clad in black clothes, his eyes snake green and vicious as he overlooks the city below, a hologram flickering from his wrist computer with the coordinates of his next target. A voice - presumably his - speaks in the background, "This city, it's a killer. (bitter chuckle) People like us - mutants - are cattle, nothing more than curious little lab rats."
[The scene shifts again multiple times, showcasing different individuals in the same city: ]
a boy in his late teens, with volumous golden hair, his style akin to a grunge rockstar, running from the city enforcers with a mischievous smile on his face - he reaches a dead end, and when it seems the soldiers were about to shoot him down, electricity crackles from his fingertips, and the kid disappears into the power grid of a nearby building, travelling in the speed of sound. He pops out of the power grid on the other side of the block, having lost his pursuers, adjusting his denim vest before running further downtown, flipping a middle finger in the direction of where he'd left the enforcers behind.
in the heart of an underworld strip club, the camera pans to one of the performers as he walks out of the stage and into the dressing room, wearily lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag of it, letting the smoke pour out of his mouth after holding it in for longer than he should. He checks his holo-phone, and news about PHANTOM Labs and the new crackdown on mutant youths fill the screen. With a frustrated growl, he kicks the chair in front of the vanity, then leans in front of the mirror in anger, white knuckled. The camera briefly shows us a glimpse of his phone's lock screen, which has a picture of him standing beside two teens, twins with white hair and glowing blue eyes (the teens are his siblings) as the background.
a seventeen year old with long, purple streaked brown hair that flows in the wind, explores an abandoned warehouse with a flickering flashlight. She adjusts her glasses as she looks around, searching for something. The scene cuts to her reaching one of the warehouse's old storage rooms, where she ruffles through cabinets and lockers, eventually finding a cracked vial with the remnants of a strange, bioluminescent blue fluid. She scribbles something into a worn, almost overflowing journal, pocketing the vial into her backpack and then promptly leaving the building once she hears approaching footsteps.
a holographic outdoor flies over the city, blaring out warning news about a rogue mutant - showing his picture, a pale teenager with charcoal black hair and pitch black eyes - from the Spectre Academies, urging action for his capture. The camera pans to a shadowy alley between two buildings, where a hooded figure glares at the floating outdoor, holding onto the edge of a nearby wall before disappeaing into the shadows behind him.
[Flashes of ominous underground labs, with sterile white walls and the blood chilling whirring of a bone saw, mingle with scenes set in the throes of the city's upper echelons, a glittering gala, filled with impeccably dressed millionaires and outrageously tacky styles of clothing, like a twisted run away. In the gala, a strong, hulking middle aged man - the host - is talking to his associates, shaking their hands with a sinister smile on his face. He seems to appear dangerously charismatic, his demeanor hinting at a hidden strenght that wouldn't hesitate to maim anyone in his way, but he is also manipulative, and for all effects and purposes, seems to be playing the part of the philantrophe rich guy. The camera pans to the symbol on his brooch, his company's sigil, before the scene flashes back to the lab, where a woman in her fifties, dressed in a white hazmat suit more akin to a futuristic astronout gear, pours her attention over a vial that contains a sickly yellowish green substance that seems almost alive - and the biohazard symbol on the hermetic door behind her confirms that it is probably an engineered virus. Meanwhile, on another chamber of the labs, a tall, gaunt man with slicked back brown hair and a bloodstained white lab coat stands over what appears to be a person - a mutant - strapped to a metal chair. The scientist's back is turned to the camera, but there's a shrill buzz of some kind of contraption, blood splatters onto the ground and the wall, and a devastating scream from whoever is strapped to that table fills the room before the scene cuts out.]
The video goes back to that same long haired young assassin from the beginning, walking into an abandoned parking lot in a plateau. In the distance, there's the muted sound of faraway explosions as an empty building crumbles in a fiery heap. He clicks his wrist watch, an X appearing over the picture of his former target - signalling he completed his mission.
There's a scoff, and his voice cuts through the soundtrack and sounds of the trailer once more. He isn't speaking on the scene, but its clear that its his voice on the background, "But every system has its flaws - and if this city wants to play with lives, we might as well do the same. A kill for a kill, one might say."
[As the trailer behins to reach its end and the flashing scenes slow down along with the final stretch of the song, Adahm - the young assassin - appears in front of what seems to be an improvised hideout. Valen, the blond teenager from the beginning, the one with the electrical powers, steps out, arms crossed, as he glares at the newcomer]
"Who the fuck are you?" Valen asks, scanning Adahm up and down, the soundtrack now almost silent.
Adahm shrugs with a cold smirk, unreadable, "The enemy of your enemy. I have an offer to make. You up for it?"
[Closing Scene: Valen's eyes narrow, and while he still looks suspicious of Adahm, there's the silent implication that he is interested to hear whatever he has to say. The trailer ends right before he can ask his question, leaving the audience on a cliffhanger.]
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Writing Share Tag!
I wanted to share a snippet of the backstory scene I'm working on for Jordan and Chase from Scrapyard Boys, so here we go! Be warned it is bleak.
PHANTOM Labs Holding Facility, 6 years ago
"Experiment 551 - you have been selected for the next batch of cybernetic enhancement procedures. Head to the operating room immediately."
Inside the cold, sterile cell they called a room, Chase felt his blood run cold. For a moment, the air seemed to still, as if a vacuum had sucked out all life around him into an empty void. He could hear his heart thundering in his chest, his pulse ringing behind his ears ominously like a ringing phone - he had always feared this day would come. And now… it had.
A part of him wanted to scream, to plead and cry on his knees, anything to get out of this nightmare, to keep the integrity of his body, to not be changed into one of the labs twisted creations. But he knew it wouldn't do them any good. The scientists wouldn't listen, they never did. His pleas would fall on deaf ears, as if he were mere cattle - which, for all effects and purposes, he already was. Chase chewed his lip, trying to breathe, but unable to. If he showed any sign of defiance, the scientists could turn their attention to Jordan, and choose his cousin instead of him for their sick games.
He couldn't allow that.
The scientist standing by the door watched him, unamused. "Experiment 551 I expect an answer. It is protocol." The woman prodded, her voice cold, calculating, completely detached from the fact that she was requesting a literal teenager to sign up for the demise of the person he was, of his spirit, right now. Or even to his possible demise, given the 50% death rates all those procedures had.
As if he had a choice in the matter to begin with.
Chase took in a shaky breath, his long, lanky fingers digging into the edge of the hard cot he was sitting down on. In the corner of the room, he could see Jordan, his twelve year old cousin, watching them with wide, horror-stricken eyes. The boy's usually pale face now looked whiter than the paint coating the walls around them, and he could tell Jordan wanted to interfere, to say something, but the words kept dying on his throat much like they did on his.
Not giving the kid a chance to intervene, nor the scientist the time to grow annoyed, Chase nodded, firmly, his eyes now glued onto the woman standing by the door, her face unchanged. "I-" His voice broke, and he had to try again, "Of course, Handler." He finally responded, words barely more than a defeated whisper.
The scientist acknowledged his response with a hum, straightening her lab suit and typing something onto a holographic screen floating in front of her like a clipboard, before it disappeared into thin air with a beep. That beep might as well have sounded like a guillotine's blade falling onto his neck, with the way it kicked the air out of his lungs, the finality of it all making Chase's skin crawl. "Good." She answered, the ghost of a smirk tugging at her waxy red lips, before it was swallowed by cold professionalism, "Then get moving."
Chase willed his legs to move, no matter how they felt like jello beneath him, or how the room seemed to spin around him like a twisted merry-go-round. With a trembling, faltering hitch in his breath, he managed to stand up, leaving the pseudo-safety of the hard cot and walking up to the scientist by the door as swiftly as he could. He knew the drill. So, without the woman needing to say a word, he extended his arms forward to be cuffed.
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Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪
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🌻- What's this oc's mental health state?
🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?
🌺- Which family member(if any) is this oc closest to?
💐- Where is this oc's favorite place to relax?
🌱- Does this oc have any pets? Do they have any pets they want?
🌲- What is this oc's greatest strength and weakness?
🌵- How does this oc feel about physical affection?
🌴- Who is this oc's favorite person?(Can be another oc, a fictional character, a celebrity, anyone)
☘- Does this oc have any piercings? Do they want any?
🍁- What's this oc's favorite genre of movies/tv shows/books/etc?
🌾- How does this oc get along with people they just met?
🍀- Around when does this oc get up in the morning?
🍂- What music does this oc like?
🌳- Does this oc collect anything?
☀️- Does this oc make good or bad first impressions?
🌙- Does this oc have any unusual hobbies?
🌟- Is this oc good at expressing themself through words or do they have to use other means?
🌈- What does this oc like and dislike about themselves?
❄- What is this oc's favorite and least favorite food?
☁️- What is this oc's clothing style like?
⚡- How well does this oc sleep?
💧- What is this oc most passionate about?
🍃- Describe this oc in one word
Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.