#inspo: oskar

[h-f-k]

her job is beach... pf... | this was heavily inspired by these posters from Karl Oskar Blase and Hans Hillmann 1989 taylor's version - concept redesign | click on pictures for better quality thank u @allamericansbitch for the inspo for the city as background

[iedistis]

🦜 Which artists inspire you?

answering these :]

Ohh a neverending question!! I find a lot of inspiration in german dark romanticism and symbolism, especially when it comes to colors and atmosphere. Notable mentions are Caspar David Friedrich and Ernst Ferdinand Oehme. CDF:

Ernst Ferdinand Oehme:

("Dom im Winter" is one of my all time favs its soo beautiful)

I love Oskar Zwintscher for the same reasons plus his composition!

Somewhat in the same vein is my fav artist above all else, Nicola Samori. His master studies are one thing but i love his manipulation of material and the way it changes the perception of the piece itself. I look to him for texture inspo and the general mood a lot!!

I also love Georges de Feure for his balance of rendering and color blocking and general composition!!

[bardfm]

* ˖ ♥︎ emily bader  &  cis woman  &  she/her     |     wilhelmina “mina” roshan, the musician of lyris for the past three years. they're twenty four, and known to be quite clever, charismatic and talented, but on a bad day they can be spoiled, egocentric, vain. within lyris, it’s common knowledge that mina is always strumming her lute in search of inspiration, and they don’t have any interest in being a rider.     |     empty wine glasses, colorful skirts made out of silk, a finely crafted lute, loud laughter, the sweet call of nightingales

* ˖ ♥︎  STATS

BASICS

BIRTH NAME :  wilhelmina roshan. NICKNAME :  mina. AGE :  twenty four. PLACE OF BIRTH :  capital city of andraech-íle. RESIDENCE :  lyris. OCCUPATION :  musician/bard/occasional player. GENDER :   cis woman. PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY :  bisexual.

APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM :  emily bader. HAIR COLOR :  warm brown, falling in well kept waves down her shoulders. EYE  COLOR :  hazel, big and clever. HEIGHT :  5′ 4 ft / 163 cm. BUILD :  slender and graceful, with the poise of someone who had etiquette lessons from a young age.

PERSONALITY

TRAITS :  clever, charismatic, talented, spoiled, egocentric, vain, ambitious, playful, impulsive, passionate, manipulative. TROPES :  the bard, genius ditz, the heart, the serial romeo, innocently insesitive.

FLAWS :  mina has difficulty seeing past the tip of her own nose (which, in fairness, is quite a lovely nose). she doesn’t intend to be so egocentric, and her heart is almost always in the right place, but humility and kindness are virtues that she hasn’t quite mastered. it’s not that she’s mean, exactly, she’s just... exceptionally good at being herself. STRENGTHS :  far sharper than her popular drinking songs would suggests, mina is a master at reading people and navigating even the trickiest situations. with a wink and a well-placed word, she can charm the boots (and quite possibly the pants) off of just about anyone. Don’t be fooled by the flash and glamour, there’s a quick mind behind those sparkling eyes.

PRIMARY  VICE :  pride. PRIMARY  VIRTUE :  fortitude.

HOBBIES :  learning to play new instruments, reading, attending social events that include free alchool and powerful people. SKILLS :  besides her musical talent, mina is surpringly quick with a shortsword, something she learned while living in caerleon with a former lover. QUIRKS :  always humming something underneath her breath, has a huge sweet tooth, is incredibly allergic to mulberries.

LIKES :  recieving love letters (though she hardly reads them), collecting trinkets and jewlery, embroidered clothes, mulled wine, lemon cakes. DISLIKES :  humourless people, having a routine, being ignored, unflattering lighting, bad music. FEARS :  losing her voice, being forgotten, being tied down.

CHARACTER INSPO:  jaskier (the witcher), a terrifying cross between scanlan shorthalt and jester lavorre (critical role), lestat de lioncourt (vampire chronicles) medieval-fantasy chappell roan tbh EXTRAS:  pinterest / playlist

FAMILY

FATHER :  oskar roshan. MOTHER :  ilse roshan. SIBLINGS :  mina is the youngest of four children, gretel, annika and hayden.

  * ˖ ♥︎  BIOGRAPHY

wilhelmina roshan is a bard of her own making — just ask her. the fact that she's the youngest daughter of the obscenely wealthy roshan family? a mere coincidence, she insists with a dazzling smile. her childhood was an idyllic vision of music lessons, opulent toys, and sun-soaked vacations, but mina always had her eyes on something grander. being from the bustling capital of andraech-íle, she grew up listening to fantastical stories from far-flung lands, and by age eleven, she knew deep down that the life of a pampered noble just wasn’t for her. she longed to be a different kind of pampered — an adored, continent-wide famous bard, whose songs would send hearts soaring and crowds roaring.

at seventeen, mina packed her bags, bid her family a fond farewell, and set off to conquer the world with only the clothes on her back (and a small fortune in her pockets). self-assured and as radiant as a sunrise, she soon found herself playing to packed taverns, where patrons sang her lyrics as loudly as they cheered her name. adorers sent her gifts, and admirers — well, they lined up for a chance to catch her eye. 

but even mina’s star-studded life wasn’t without its lulls. tales of a mysterious, dragon-filled city began to stir her restless heart, and soon enough, the rumors were too tantalizing to resist. so, with absolutely no connection to the creative block that had plagued her recently (all artists go through that, don’t they?), she packed up and headed to lyris. dragons would surely inspire her next great ballad! upon arrival, she was swept into the city’s theatrical troupe, where she naturally assumed the role of the main star.

alas, even stars can fall. mina’s stint with the troupe lasted a mere two years, ended by what she would call "creative differences," and what the troupe would call "a raging ego and too many spats with the director." no matter. the stage was far too small for her ambition anyway. now she’s set her sights on a solo career, ready to charm her beloved fans with music so grand, even dragons might sing along.

[pilvimarja]

I saw you mention "Let the Right One In" being one of your inspirations for the fic, and ngl--I was a bit confused visualizing the banishment scene when I read it, but now it comes together! Also I love "Let the Right One In"--I used to reblog so many gifsets of the (non-English) version because it was so sublimely beautiful and emotional, and I think it's wonderful that it was one of your fic inspos! Also, it really ties in with the two of them being young but at different stages of maturity.

I love that movie! It's one of my favorite vampire movies, but I also love it as a Nordic coming-of-age story and a lovely portrayal of friendship. I like classic vampire stories that are set in historical settings, but I think I'm even more interested in the concept of vampires trying to exist in our contemporary society.

I didn't go with some of the more common tropes of vampirism like sunlight being deadly for storytelling reasons, but I still wanted to keep the element of Mav needing an invitation into Bradley's private space. IIRC, in the movie Eli started bleeding from her eyes and nose and ears when Oskar didn't invite her in, but I thought that would be a little too messy and traumatizing for Bradley to witness and feel guilty about, so I went with Maverick getting yanked out of his room by invisible forces.

[igarape-vermelho]

Helo.. im not sure if its okay but i want to say that your oskar drawings are beyond precious.. it's so so cute it makes me want to cry ;_ ;

Also, I'm happy you liked my moefied oskar.. I'm glad a very talented artist enjoyed my silly doodles.

I don't want to sound pushy but I hope we can share doodles with each other!

that is a sweet message! thank you.. Yes it would be cool! I sure want to draw more of Oskar. He is my big inspo at the moment! I'm planing to make a blog only to post my school for little vampires drawings. This blog is my messy personal one... again thank you to enjoy my drawings it lift my spirit!

[jiggolo]

more unnamed fridtjof band content :-) just quick things to get their colors and paint finalized

in order theres: fridtjof falla (bassist), leevi korhornen (vocalist), oskar blomqvist (drummer), isak valerio (lead guitarist), franz sorensen (rhythm guitarist)

they're intended to be mostly comedic characters on purpose btw lol. like stereotypical black metal band, since fridtjof is supposed to be the most stereotypical black metal elitist imaginable. anddd they're sort of halfway mtl ocs when i want them to be

[moldy-mold]

commission of the boys

[doctor-dangerfield]

Oskar Fahlen, musician and model and main inspiration for Daniel Anderson - first pic edited

[arabellasdoingthework]

This is a lamp I had to create  for my Tridimensional Design midterm. It was a lot of fun to make. Let me know what you think! My professor said it was great but tbh I think he was just impressed because of the thinking behind it and the fact that I actually did my research for inspo. 

[redheadonaroadtrip]

Schindler’s Factory & the old Jewish Quarter

Krakow, Poland ~ November 2018

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I’ve never seen the movie ‘Schindler’s List’, however it’s certainly on my to do list now! The museum was absolutely fascinating and there is so much incredible information in there alongside genuine artefacts.  I think you could spend an entire day there and still not manage to read all of the literature available on the walls and displays. 

My favourite parts were the diary/journal entries and letters written by Jewish people (adults and children) during the time of the Nazi take over. Although difficult to read at times, they’re honest, and give a true insight into the atrocities that took place. I would certainly recommend a visit to Schindler’s factory if you ever visit Krakow! It’s a short 10-15 minute walk from the main part of town I’d say. Definitely book in advance too, as the queues are quite long and it’s very busy!  We booked before even landing in Poland and just skipped straight past the queue.

[southernsquad]

@jvstkids

It had been a secret Oskar had harboured for a long time, longer than he could remember. It was an unusual thing to have your whole life centre around a secret that only a select few could know. When Oskar turned five years old, his parents held a birthday party for him, with blue decorations, spaceships, or where they racing cars? That part, Oskar couldn’t remember. He remembered blowing out the candles, though, four of them. His mother, or Mor as she was affectionately known to him, had been sure that he should blow them out one by one, as though the extinguished flames were a count down. Young Oskar, though, hadn’t known the importance of countdowns and of superstitions back then, all he wanted to do was to eat as much of his spaceship or racing car- shaped cake as soon as he could. He had blown three out simultaneous, with a huge breath he’d been saving up in side his now-five-old lungs. His father had cheered rubbed his shoulder, his mor looked disappointed as she frown and told him to blow the rest out separately. “Let the boy do what he wants!”. His father’s words were the kind that resonated through his mind almost every minute of every day, whenever something went wrong, whenever he cracked open another beer can or bought a packet of cigarettes from the cheap off-license on the corner, when he felt the vibrations of his bike’s engine rumble through his entire body, when he didn’t text a girl back, when he kissed his best friend. Let the boy do what he wants.

Oskar wished, if wished was the right word, that sometimes, just sometimes, someone out there would stop him from doing what he wanted. Wishes were another thing that stuck in Oskar’s mind. One is supposed to make a wish before they blow out the candles and on Oskar’s first massive blow of air, he used that wish up. Again, Oskar couldn’t remember what on. Probably something meaningless, like becoming an astronaut, or getting a puppy or a new pair of trainers. If Oskar could have gone back to that birthday party, he would have done things differently, he would have blown out the candles, one by one, all five and on each he would have wished that in 17 years’ time, his mother wouldn’t be dying. Just after the light of the fourth candle had gone out, his mor had fallen to the floor. He could remember the thump on the floor as her head hit the ground, he could remember the gasps from all the guests as the rushed to her side, he remembered the blood that trickled down her nose and onto her lips. No-one had known it then, but it was a sign that maybe she hadn’t got as long left in the world.

Oskar didn’t like to remember a whole lot of his life by some of his memories and his thoughts were stubborn, they were etched into the very fabric of his existence and the fact that his mother was going to die was one of them. Few people had known, when his parents came back from hospital the next day, his father’s arm wrapped protectively around his mother, even he didn’t know the truth. The decline was slow, barely noticeable to such an energetic, rough and tumble boy like Oskar was.  It wasn’t until he was eleven and she had been moved of the house and into permanent care that he’d glimpsed the truth. After a while, all Oskar had known of his mor was that she was sickly and weak, with brittle bones and bruises on her arms and face. He hadn’t really known the difference in origin of her injuries and ailments. Looking back now, that day they took her away was probably a good thing, she’d been granted solace from the tyranny of his father’s rage. After that, Oskar had been the next in the firing line, raised on anger and resentment and soon he didn’t know the origin of his own bruises either. Another secret to be kept.

Oskar’s life’s story was one secret layered and layered upon another until their combined strength was thick enough to act as armour. When he had that armour on, Oskar became Storm, composed of secrets and bad memories that only he would have to bare the burden of.

One day, though, everything he had known to be the truth about the world had changed. Ingrid was years below him in school, she drove a little blue beetle, had cropped blonde hair and she was, though Oskar could never tell her, his saving grace. Oskar knew a warped version of love for most of his life, only two people in his life has ever made love feel good, like its described in poems or in films; something that’s warm and forgiving and understanding and unconditional. His mor always gave him that, even on her worst days and now Ingrid. They’d had it to each other, admitted that love was what was going on between them. It hadn’t been easy for Oskar to let down as many walls as Ingrid wanted him to but she, like his mor, was understanding and patient and it seemed that however badly he messed up, however much he ‘did what he wanted’, Ingrid refused to give up on him. For so long, Oskar had kept who he was at school separate to who he was at home, he never had friends over, never spoke about his home life or his parents. At home he was Oskar and at school he was Storm. For a period of time, from 16 until now, Oskar didn’t have a home. He had a flat that was untidy and a place when the things he owned collected. He would sleep and eat there, fuck there, laugh and cry there, but it wasn’t home. His new home was Ingrid and with Ingrid Oskar was just… Oskar. It was getting harder and harder to separate the two, when Ingrid would ask him where he’d been, and it was always easier to say he was with another girl than where he actually was.

The love that they had needed to take a new step, a sign of his commitment and devotion to her that was worth more than any ring or wedding vow. Oskar walked in one night (he’d taken to staying at Ingrid’s place more and more frequently), later than usually, his hair tousled by the friction of his bike helmet. He was unusually quiet, a stoic look on his face as he walked into Ingrid’s room after splashing his face with water in the bathroom, droplets falling from his hair, his eyes hollowed and dark.

He began to remove his clothes. His actions almost methodical, Oskar slipped his shirt over his head, grabbing the collar from behind his neck, the muscles of his torso rippling in the candlelight. Tugging off his jeans, he slipped right into bed beside Ingrid, body curling up to her warmth, watching the shadows of their silhouettes on the wall. With his ear pressed to her chest, Oskar could feel her heartbeat, it was soft and steady, and he found huge comfort in the familiarity of it all. He slowly lifted his gaze to look up at her face, the face he had grown to know so well, with her rounded cheeks and soft skin, her usually painted lips, still a little stained from the way she wiped the lipstick off. She was so beautiful, bathed in a golden light and he had to remind himself that she was truly his, they loved each other, against all odds.

 No-one really understood their attraction, they never had, for a while Oskar was sure Ingrid hadn’t either, he’d had to work hard to earn her trust and respect. But now they were together, and it didn’t matter to him what anyone thought of their love but Ingrid herself. They shared a bed, now a heartbeat, surely the next step would be a secret, especially as the secret would soon expire. Oskar kept quiet, closing his eyes, just waiting for a sign from Ingrid that she was willing to hear it.

[thewrongmoon]

Stranger Things + Let The Right One In Parallel

Hello everyone! I've made a post about this on my tiktok already, but I'm trying to expand to tumblr so I thought I would also document this discovery here.

I'm slowly working my way through the Stranger Things Season 4 Inspiration Board, and I was lucky enough to find a direct parallel between two scenes from the show and a movie called Let The Right One In.

Let The Right One In is a 2008 Swedish horror film centering around a 12 year old child vampire. Lots of vampire movies on the inspo board for ST, actually.

Anyway, the film's main character is named Oskar. He's a 12 year old boy who is quiet and is often bullied (the film doesn't show it but in the book it's usually for his weight and he's also called the f-slur a lot.)

One particularly brutal scene shows him being held back and hit with a riding crop by his bullies.

After a pep talk from his vampire bsf, Oskar does, indeed, decide to hit back.

The scene where El hits Angela with a roller skate is clearly in reference to this

More visual parallels:

Obviously there's a difference in things like the angle of the camera-- the camera is positioned below Oskar to make him appear powerful and victorious, because he's finally stood up for himself and that makes him feel good. The camera remains to be eye-level with El because she doesn't feel victorious, she clearly feels awful for what she's done. Same thing for Angela/Conny. Conny has been humiliated in front of his entire class, so the camera points down at him to show him as weak. Angela, however, has support and sympathy from those around her. They do not see what happened to her as humiliation, they see her as a victim of a brutal attack.

That difference aside, this is a pretty direct parallel. I've already watched two more movies on the list, and I can tell I got really lucky finding one this clear the first time, lol.

[wintergrew]

Random kayf things (spoilers) because I'm thinking about it again

If it wasn’t clear, yes Clyde was the one survivor. There were a good number of people who fled the town and most kids were out, so it’s not like the Tuckers and Clyde were the only South Park people who survived. But out of the people who were there during the battle, yes it was only him.

The lady at the gas station wasn’t anyone. She was a stranger doing a random act of kindness narratively meant to show Craig that there is still good in the world.

I never said “what” the monsters are on purpose. I mean, it’s super obvious, but it was 1) a fun challenge and 2) thematic. “What” they are doesn’t matter.

The two biggest influences for the story were the anime Shiki and the Swedish film/novel Let the Right One In. (Låt den rätte komma in). Shiki was kind of the inspiration for the setting and concept. Decently good anime I recommend with mild enthusiasm, but the latter half somewhat falls apart in my opinion. On the other hand, I will ALWAYS recommend LtROI. Oskar and Eli from it were somewhat of a relationship inspo (although the context is 100% different).

The ending was a direct reference to Let the Right One In. It’s not at all a rewrite, but there is a sort of parallel. In the novel version, you don’t see the final “attack” that, while not similar to the “final battle” in kayf in the slightest, the eerie way that it’s lead up to and getting the secondhand reports…A+++. The suitcase is even more of a direct reference, albeit once again in a different context.

Actually, the idea for this fic is one I’ve had for YEARS. Probably…2014? 2015? It wasn’t a South Park fic, but not long after I watched Shiki, with all my problems for it I got the basic idea for this story at the time with original characters. I did nothing with this.

If you can’t tell by the titles of the fic and chapters, MCR is also obviously a huge influence. Back in early 2020 I was supposed to see MCR in Tokyo, so I was listening to them a lot…then it got canceled due to COVID which was a huge bummer. (Though of course all of 2020 was a bummer.) So listening to them a lot kinda…revitalized my idea for the story and I thought “hey I can make it work with Creek.”

The songs definitely helped set the mood and influenced the writing, but the song that by far impacted plot the most was Sleep. That song wrote that chapter.

I do have an epilogue in mind with what would happen to the remaining characters next. Idk if I’ll ever write it, though. I like it being open.

And congrats for reading my rambling not sure if this was at all interesting rip

[massamemoarer]

det är inte tårar det är smycken jag lånat ett tag.

15 maj 2017

[calikoenig]

heyyy its song rec anon. THANK GOD i thought i was being weird ahshhsjsbns. i honestly have no idea what my genre is, so how about i give you my current favourites? water me by parisalexa, wage a war by sonny, prometi by daniela spalla and hallucinogenics by matt maeson

omg these are all really great songs that i didn’t know so thank you! and i totally get the vibe of your music taste, it’s actually really similar to what i gravitate towards! so i hope these aren’t ones you already know...

as long as you care by ruel

everybody business by kehlani

all mine by they. (a warning that the lyrics are explicit lol and it may or may not be sitting in my brain as fic inspo)

story to tell by ambar lucid

perfect playlist by ellie williams

mariposa by peach tree rascals

come over by the internet

lady by the sea by stephen sanchez

answer by griffin oskar

[blackmodelsunite]

@black.jessi.mom 💚Todays shooting results 💚 Es war ein fantastischer Tag mit einem fantastischen Shooting ! Hier ist eines von vielen tollen Bildern mit Oskar 🖤 . . . #shooting #fashion #photography #fashionshooting #frenchstyle #photooftheday #modeling #zara #parisianstyle #fashionshoot #pic #instagood #inspofashion #inspo #fotografie #blackmodel #foto #greenblazer #fotoshooting #beret #portrait_perfection #mood #instafashion #outfit #bestfotographer . . . Fotograf: @oskarkremser_photography Styling @black.fashion.mom Reposted from @black.jessi.mom . . #blackmodelsunite (at Erlangen, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ_JNBJurtx/?utm_medium=tumblr