#emoria

[nuclearbyproduct]

Okay so here are some heights because I am still feeling so bananas about the Carnival.

The Ringleader: 6'1

Patches: 5'0

Emoria: 5'5

Pickles: 5'11

Grumpy: 5'8

Chuckles: 6'0

Happy: 5'4

Peony: 5'3

Cinnamon: 5'4

Lorenzo: 6'1

Franco: 5'10

Wurt: 5'10

Doc: 5'11

[nevalizona]

The Ringleader

-Pretty straightforward, he's the guy that runs everything. This is his carnival. He may be all-knowing or may not depends on what iteration of him this is. He is off-putting and somewhat egotistical.

Patches

-She is his right hand. She is the one who interacts more with the carnies. If you need anything, you go to her, and she decides if it's important enough to go The Ringleader. She is terrified of him. He thinks she is his best friend.

Emoria

-She is the significant other of the Ringleader. She's the lead woman of the "burlesque" troupe. She oversees several women and is proud of her part in the carnival. She and the Ringleader do not always get along. She gets her heartbroken by him often. She is having a fling with Patches. She feels like Patches actually cares about her, unlike the Ringleader, who she thinks just likes gawking at her.

[reveriemoon]

Stuff I found the other night :0

[jimstridesarts]

hs ocs

dancestors

[im-in-love-with-bigpauly]

Damn I thought they made like $5.25 an hour😭😭 but they're not papa louie so I'm sure working at hot topic would be better than working at papa's (unless hot topic was also ran by papa)

[angsty-prompt-hole]

WIP Introduction: Catalyst

[IMAGE ID: A scratched up and battered black background with flames coming up from the bottom. In the top left corner in orange letters is the word “Catalyst.” END IMAGE ID.]

Blurb: It’s been nearly a hundred years since the demons were released back onto Emoria, the world they fashioned to be their ultimate playground, the world that trapped them in another reality. Nearly a hundred years since a sibling feud ended the world for a second time. Now, the time has come for a great reckoning, one that will either save the world, or destroy it. On the banks of a great lake, tensions are brewing between the Orders, three groups of shapeshifters who settled there centuries before, as they combat demonic incursions, and caught in the middle are four young shapeshifters who have found them bound up in the strings of destiny itself after an investigation gone awry. With the Orders hiding secrets and protecting old wounds, and a massive army of demons just over the horizon, it falls upon these four to save everything they know from destruction.

Genre(s): Fantasy, adventure.

Detailed Description/Author’s Commentary: This is my oldest and most neglected WIP by far. It originated from a short story I wrote for my 9th grade English class (which I lost a long time ago, sadly). It was originally going to be some weird warrior cats fanfiction, but then I stopped writing fanfiction and a few years later I decided to resurrect this world for a small interactive event I did on Discord for Halloween.

Now, it’s just sitting here waiting for me to actually do something with it. Another interesting bit about this WIP is that is has absolutely no connection to any of my other stories, which are all interconnected. This is the only story of mine that has zero crossovers or recurring characters from other stories in it (because it predates my entire multiverse concept and all of those OCs). Overall, it’s a very weird little story that’s been around as long as I’ve been writing, and it has wildly different vibes from everything else.

Catalyst takes place on world of Emoria, which is a vast planet full of many strange and mysterious things. It is kind of a post-apocalypse world, in that it was created during the end of days when some demons decided to crash some planets together and make themselves a world. What they didn’t count on was their tormented creations turning on them and sealing them away. Our main story takes place among the Orders, groups of shapeshifters. There is the Order of the Blazing Leaf, the brash and bold, the Order of the Misted Lake, the balanced and calm, and the Order of the Crescent Moon, the secluded and wary. The Orders aren’t strict in their divisions, and oftentimes families will spread out among the Orders.

The main story follows Valeria and Cariad of the Order of the Blazing Leaf, Magnus of the Order of the Misted Lake, and Aislin, a half-demon shapeshifter from the Order of the Crescent Moon. They are an unlikely group of friends, and they often get into trouble. When Magnus discovers that the elders of his Order know what released the demons back onto Emoria, they decide to investigate, and they begin to uncover secrets, demonic dealings, and other terrible things going back at least a hundred years. Meanwhile, there is a demonic army marching towards them, and the friends realize that if they don’t act fast, it may be the end of the world as they know it.

Character Introductions

Main Catalyst Cast

[edenredd]

Crown of Daggers

Crown of Daggers and Updates!Hello my lovely Lewdites and Reddheads! I’m happy to announce my newest series, Crown of Daggers! A loose and sexy retelling of beloved fantasy classic, our heroes must join forces to reassemble the fabled Crown of Daggers to fight off a great evil and reunite the seven empires of Emoria. I have been daydreaming of writing something similar to Lewd Saga, but in a…

[something-wicked-sims]

Ruins of Emoria

[xoxavery]

had a dream thre was a game called papas emoria. idk what you made but there was a fake cooper involved and the real cooper got pissed. strangely enough animation was used in the intro with. fire emblem characters.

You made emo, duh. This dream should be a premonition.

[mehkuno]

The Legend of President Zelda, School of the Wild: Toki Doki  Memorial MIDDLE SCHOOL DAYS Part 1🐥🌸

This is them four years prior to the School of the Wild timeline. Before Zelda became the student council President and before Link got hit by the train of puberty (and quite possibly an actual train). 

I finally found the best way to share School of the Wild’s story and its loresplaining with pics! I wish I can indulge you all with a lot more but I’ll be taking a short break from this AU to focus on commissions and online classes. When I come back the Gerudo Girl’s will have their poster highlight! 

As a sign off, I present a prelude to School of the Wild! I pinky swear to keep expanding this AU💮 

EXTRA:

mehkuno out ⭐

[uvachic1991]

Some Trissefer Fanfics

A long, long, long time ago, I posted the fanfiction.net link for my Trissefer fic ‘A Visitor to Vengerburg.’ (Which I apparently renamed ‘A Visit to Vengerburg’ at some point....) Since then I realized I prefer AO3 over FF.net and i’ve posted other Trissefer fics to the site. So here’s a list in case anyone is interested:

Just a quick note- all of these stories, except for ‘Snowy Days and Toasty Nights’ are rated ‘explicit’ on AO3. Please DO NOT read them if you’re underage! I promise to write more non-explicit stories in the future!

A Visit to Vengerburg- The story that started it all. On a snowy, cold night, Yennefer receives an unexpected call from Triss Merigold, a woman she hasn't seen in nearly three years. Forced to share shelter as a snowstorm blows through the city, the two women make amends and rekindle their friendship. But during that first night, Yennefer hears a strange sound from Triss' room that forces them to reconsider their relationship.

The Very First Date- It's a date, even if they don't call it that. Triss woos Yennefer and Yennefer tries to acknowledge her deeper feelings for her friend/new(ish) lover. It's a short companion piece to my other story, A Visit to Vengerberg.

Show Me How to Build a Home- The true sequel to ‘A Visit to Vengerburg.’ Yennefer has been here before. Raising children she did not birth. Loving someone she never expected. Trying to find comfort in her home in Vengerberg. It’s both familiar and new. Because the orphaned children aren’t being pursued by destiny or other threatening forces. They don’t possess strange, magical abilities. And Yennefer’s lover is a close friend who wants to build something normal with the sorceress. Someone who loves in a way so different than the witcher did. What once seemed mundane and too human, now seems exciting. Yennefer is ready for this second chance at a family. But she worries that maybe she isn’t enough for Triss or the two orphaned children they must now raise.

Snowy Days and Toasty Nights- I just posted this today! Yennefer and her family wake to a fresh layer of snow covering the lands. What plans they had are quickly scrapped as the family decides to enjoy the day outside.Basically, I wanted to write Yennefer, Triss, Ciri, Emoria and Clarissa enjoying a snow day together! (Set in the same universe/timeline of 'Show Me How To Build A Home')

The Replacement Date- (Set in a modern AU) On a Friday night after finishing up her usual post-workweek drinks, Yennefer notices Triss sitting alone at a table in the same restaurant. Rumors have circulated and it seems Triss' date stood her up. Wanting to end the redhead's embarrassment, Yennefer intervenes and vows to make Triss forget about the loser who failed to show up. But as the night progress, Yennefer finds herself growing closer to Triss and what was supposed to be a simple date, leads to a much stronger connection and a chance for Yennefer to find love again.

Roommates and Bedfellows?- (Another modern AU) Triss and Yennefer are roommates with a very frigid, nearly nonexistent relationship. That doesn't stop Yennefer from intruding in Triss' bedroom and taking up space in her bed. Though this eventually leads to the ice thawing and something more sparking between them. AKA: The 5 times Yennefer slips into Triss' bed and the 1 time she's invited

I’ll keep adding fics on AO3. I have another multi-chapter story that I hope to start at some point this year. I’ll be sure to update this list when I can. 

[nuclearbyproduct]

Absolutely obsessed with Emoria and Patches rn🫶🩷

[nevalizona]

I'm sure The Carnival is sooo busy right now. I feel like there's so many fairs that happen during Autumn. The Ringleader is probably sooo happy. He definitely is his happiest when the Carnival is lively and bustling. He is at his saddest when it's off season and no one is around.

Peony loves being busy. When there's so much going on, it seems like she's always rehearsing something. Whether that be with Franco or Emoria, it's nonstop. She doesn't like having nothing to do, as it gives her too much time to think.

Pickles *thrives* during packed nights. He does his best performance when there's a full tent in front of him. He loves making kids smile and giving balloon animals. His drinking isn't as bad when he's so busy because 1). He's rehearsing a lot. 2). Too exhausted to drink after a performance, so he usually knocks out until morning.

[livinasimminlife]

Aislinn Simmers, my steampunk fairy for the upcoming Alliance of Magic series. Oh I’m so proud with how she turned out. Here she is enjoying the stellar view on her pirate airship while listening to Baroque on her phonograph. Aislinn works for the Ministry of Magic and Technology as a “Cog in the Machine.” Her specialty is... you guessed it... steam tech. 

Lot by Qtchin. No CC on the lot. Available on the Gallery. I placed her in Limestone Flats, a steampunk desert community (a.k.a. Oasis Springs). Added a candlemaking, robotics, and juice fizzing station. Oh and a refrigerator. Had to make a few minor tweaks for routing issues, but they weren’t hard to fix. Still it’s a stunning lot and incredibly creative. Highly recommend. 

**Photo taken from MTS - Dungeons & Dragons Races as Traits

Since there isn’t a fairy supernatural in TS4, I had to get creative. In my Sims world, the fae can use magic/cast spells so they are spellcasters. 

 To distinguish my fairies from my enchanters (a.k.a. witches), I decided to give the fae each a DND racial trait. The mod is created by Emoria on ModtheSims and is so much fun to play. 

I gave Aislinn her the “halfling” trait. I figured curiosity was a good fit because of her interest in both science and magic. Aislinn also enjoys collecting. I didn’t exactly follow the physical description, other than making her shorter (thanks to a height mod by LuumiaSims - SFS download). 

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim - she wants to be good at many things. 

Traits: Hot-headed (all that steam) 🤭, Foodie, Maker, Appraiser, Collector, Creatively Gifted, Creative Visionary, Handy, + I gave her Heat and Ice Proof since her airship is open... for obvious reasons. 

[skygazer0516]

Chapter 3: A New Beginning

I woke to the sun shining through the open balcony giving off a warm energy of light. As I took a breath, relieved that I could breathe again, I felt the warm air making me stronger. I am no longer in the room I was before. It looks the same but there are pictures of me hanging from the walls. Ranging from infancy to my seventeenth birthday. It seemed, as though, they were watching the whole time just like Tyrell said they would be. On the wall beside me is a painting. Of my mom. Her face was the same as in my dreams. The same look of love was on her face. Her smile was welcoming and comforting. I looked at her eyes and they are full of life. I stood and walked to the mirror expecting to collapse as soon as my feet hit the floor. I stood with ease and no residual pain. I looked down to realize that I was not wearing any clothes. I looked to my right and there is a floor length robe hanging, waiting for me. I put it on and walk to the mirror. As I walked, I felt more balanced and stronger than I ever had before.

I got to the mirror and I saw my reflection almost taken aback by who was looking back at me. Before me stood a completely different person, a man. I take off the robe and stood, naked, before the mirror. Before the “change” or whatever it was, I was skinny and lanky. Now, I was completely ripped. I stood looking at myself in awe, not believing what I was now. Muscles bulging out everywhere and stomach that used to be just flab was now full of abs that would break a baseball bat swung at them.  I now had a v-shape to my upper body and definable hip cuts. My skin turned from a white pasty color to a nice bronze tan complexion. My hair grew royal blue highlights that gave my once black hair definition. It also had grown from shaggy to long. As if it had been taking steroids.  I started to gaze at my face, it looked older and more defined, or at least not the face of an eighteen-year-old. Then, I looked at my eyes. They now have the same fiery glowing colors I had seen on the rude nurse. I walked to the window and looked at the new place that I had found myself. I could see for miles. There were snow-capped mountains that had to be hundreds of miles away, and they sunk down into a green valley full of purple and blue wildflowers. Trees surrounded the mountains and valleys, and out of the opening of the trees flowed a river leading to what looked like the ocean. I looked down out of the window and saw that I was in a castle that had been built out and up from a cliff overlooking the ocean. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

KNOCK KNOCK.

I heard the sound on the door and immediately grabbed the robe I had set beside the mirror.

“Come in…” I tried to say calmly, as I tied the knot on my robe.

Through the door walked the person that had been in my dreams. My mother. Before she spoke a word I rushed to her and wrapped her up in my arms, and tears fell from my eyes. I took in a breath and she smelled of roses and warm spring air. I felt her take a breath and she said four words and four words only. “I love you, too.”

I released her from my arms and took a step back. Looking at her, she has tears running down her face, bending with curves of her cheeks from where she was smiling cheek to cheek.

“How was your sleep?” She asked as if she did not know.

“Fine. You were in my dreams guiding me through it.” I replied quietly.

“That is because while you were sleeping I came in and meditated by your bed. I threw my energy into your mind and created your history.” She said as if I understood her words. “But this can be talked about later. Everyone is excited to meet you! You will find suitable clothes to wear right through those doors. Please get dressed and I will wait for you outside this door.” She turned and walked out.

“Mother…” words that had never left my mouth. I took her in my arms again to make sure that she was real and that I was not dreaming.

“It is alright Kyle. Nothing can tear us apart again…” she said as she wrapped me in her arms. “There will be more time in the day, but your siblings and father are waiting to meet you.” “Ok, I will be right out…” I let her go.

I walked through the doors Mother had pointed. I saw a great room full of clothes and a place to wash up. I took a brush and tried managing my hair but it was fine the way it was. I saw ties for my hair but I had no idea how to use them, so I just let it hang off my shoulders. Out of the many clothes and colors I saw I picked loose black pants with a string tie on the side of my hip. A black long black shirt and what appeared to be a dress robe. I took another look at myself in the mirror still not sure that it was me looking back.

I walked out of the room to find my mother waiting for me.

             “I see that you managed to get dressed. Although, I’m not quite sure why you chose to wear sleepwear with a dress robe.” She could hardly contain her laughter.

           “My mistake. I could go back and change…” I started.

           “No, no, it is fine.” She insisted, still laughing. “Come, you must be famished.”

           I had not really thought about food. The last thing I had to eat was that small piece of cake I had at The Old Brew. I was starting to feel how incredibly hungry and thirsty I was. I could eat everything in sight.

           “I am, actually. How long has it been since I landed here?”

           “About two weeks.” She replied. “The change doesn’t normally take that long or is it that painful. You were in the human realm for eighteen years. So, your transformation took longer and you felt every bit of it. That is why I fought for you to be put to sleep.” She implied.

           “Wait..? Fought for me? What do mean?”

           “Your father’s most trusted medical council, Aiyor, was for letting you remain conscious through the whole ordeal. They thought that you would become stronger for it. He recommended this with no proof that would be true. Your father wanted to go with his plan. I mean, he has never been wrong before. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. So, while Aiyor’s assistant..”

            I interrupted her there, “You mean crazy, psycho nurse?!?”

           “Well that’s not her name, but yes.” She replied with a chuckle. “I will admit. She has an affinity for the unpleasant. Almost like she enjoys the sadistic aspects of her job. But anyway, I cornered your father and… Convinced him otherwise.”

           I could tell that she had her ways of persuasion. “So I have siblings?” I could hardly contain the question.

           “Yes. You have two sisters and one brother. Layora, is the older sister. Then, there is Brayden, your younger brother, and Emoria, your youngest sister.”

           She ran down the list of who was who and I already knew that I was not going to remember them. I was never really good with names. Probably, because I had never stayed in one place long enough to remember names. “Oh crap,” I thought to myself. We have been walking and taking turns for so long that I have no idea  how I will find my way back to my room, or at least, I think it is my room.

           “Don’t worry, I will have my lady in waiting show you back to your room.” She said, almost like she could read my mind.

           Then, out of nowhere I smell the most delicious aroma that has ever graced my nostrils. Breakfast.  

[clemsinoxigeno]

#CartasaExtrañas de -Juliana a A.J- "Otra Parte"

#CartasaExtrañas de -Juliana a A.J- “Otra Parte”

27/01/2020

22:44 pe. eme

Querida A.J,

Hoy me desperté a las cinco a eme, y tuve el impulso de barrer cada rincón, nunca me había sucedido. Me sentí en un lugar llamado “Otra Parte”, es un lugar que tiene un abajo y un arriba, pero el cielo no tiene horizonte, hay un orden impecable y se denomina caos. Entonces pienso: el orden está en caos.

Toda la noche el calor corporal me había atravesado el…