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Sim Lookbook - Ibraxa 👑
Alien queen new to Earth. What was supposed to be a routine diplomacy visit turned into an extended vacation when she realized no one on Earth actually knows who she is. Now she's enjoying her anonymity and blowing off royal duties while discovering all the best this planet has to offer.
(So far on her list of Amazing Earth Inventions: Christmas lights, maple syrup, lawn gnomes, velcro, school mascots, and Juice Newton's "Angel of the Morning.")
General: Skintone / Skin + Skin Overlay / Eyes / Ears / Brows / Antennae / Hair 001: Outfit / Shoes / Crown / Shoulder Pads / Bracelets / Rings 002: Dress / Shoes / Crown / Shoulder Pads / Bracelets / Rings 003: Dress / Shoes / Crown / Shoulder Pads + Chains / Bracelets
Thank you! @lamatisse @evilquinzel @northernsiberiawinds @shambalasims @ssspringroll @zaneida-and-sims4 @astya96cc @suzuesims @madlensims
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 lookbook#sims 4 lookbook#lookbook#I wanna make a “human” lookbook for her too#when she's trying to blend in
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As I talked about in this post, I think Wish's plot would have been more emotionally engaging and complete with the inclusion of the star as a shapeshifter boyo, and Asha becoming a star like him to remain with him. SO here's her design!
I wanted a natural hairstyle rather than her braids to try and get a look like a nebula, and also because I suck at drawing braids and I didn't want to butcher them. I did my best to research Amazigh dress and went for a design I found pretty, though I'm not sure how accurate it actually is. The reference I found had tassels, and I thought to replace them with little star-shaped ornamentation. Maybe they're still tassels and just funky, idk.
The notes in the piece, transcribed:
Based on blue stars, rather than yellow stars like the OG star
Her freckles glow
Her brown eyes have an added golden gradient, and possibly glow in the dark?
Genesius/Starboy, for comparison:
#disney wish#wish 2023#wish genesius#I got hate for this for making her “not a poc anymore”#i was. actually trying really hard to avoid that exact outcome#I sampled a number of colors with varying lighting levels from a screenshot of Asha and then blended them carefully#using screenshots and concept art for reference#I tried to keep her skin tone accurate and honor the culture she's supposed to be from in my design#They also said she'd be “giving up her life for a man” she'd be gaining incredible power it's not like she'd be getting the short straw#She'd be able to help grant all sorts of wishes to the people she loves#Which is what she wants- to help people find ways to acheive their innermost dreams#I mean when I decided to draw this I genuinely just thought she'd look neat with glowing hair why is it suddenly a hate crime#i'm so tired
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Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:
She'd rebuild it—what she had been.
Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.
Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."
"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.
"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."
"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.
Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.
Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.
At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.
In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.
She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.
Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."
A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.
She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."
Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."
"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."
Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.
"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."
"I do know."
"And?"
"And what do you wish me to say?"
She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"
"If what?"
"If you wish it wasn't so."
His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"
She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.
It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.
"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."
She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.
"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."
She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"
"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."
"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."
"Then it is her choice, not yours."
Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."
"What did she show you?" A breathless question.
Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."
She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."
His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"
She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.
Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."
She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.
"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.
"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."
A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"
"We'll face it together," he swore again.
"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.
Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."
"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."
She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.
"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."
She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.
She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"
"I thought you might want to be asked first."
"That never stopped you before."
"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.
She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."
He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.
"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."
The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.
"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.
Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.
Together.
#Chapter 41#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Aelin Galathynius#Rowan Whitethorn#Rowaelin#soulmates#mates#spoilers and notes in tags cause this chapter and also spoilers in post cause this chapter first read react with me read along#Rowaelin chapters scenes moments quotes#they want to make it possible bring that love to light#am I allowed to cry? — Again the word endured — finally the dream — the sand she still sees — he’s magic being steady — them talking time#again if Maeve could convince Rowan Lyria was his mate how bad was it when she convinced Aelin her actual mate was dead… this hurts me…#the fact Aelin stopped being useful because it destroyed her beyond belief but the dreams the dreams almost got her because its all she wan#again then both feeling sorry and the other not realizing and then consent and then comfort and love & I just wanted it2be U how could I no#I know you are tired Fireheart (ALL THE TROPES IN ONE LINE… UGH I MISSED THIS SHIP)#together. one soul in two bodies. their endgame like literally they are. I’d choose you too. even the apologies that were needed just heali#what it might have once been — together — not alone — not returning alone — the king and queen of Terrasen — I need u more — 2 whatever end#Aelin watched the boat until it disappeared trying not to stare too long at the clean unstained sand beneath her boots#always north — she didn’t care she just wanted far away — who knew — what she knew-the letters she sent-Valg-dark blood that had turned red#If it had been another dreamscape or some fragment that had blended into the very real memory of Connall's death. — always a plab&theory#all these things to deal with later-she’d rebuild all she had been-her match helper mirror-matched his piercing stare with her own-wait/res#A far cry from a queen's chamber or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin. — how far we’ve come-she had ENDURED she can do it#I'm your mate she said needing to voice it. And you are mine. — Lyria. — I do know. and?&what do you wish me to say?-this was perfect#If what? If you wish it wasn't so. His brows narrowed. Why would I ever wish that? — Aelin. she looked at him at the pain in his words#the way it's changed since Mistward... and grown... even in names like Whitethorn Galathynius together — the brain thoughts are back —#The kiss was gentle-light. Letting her decide how to guide it. So she did. — he’d do it all night if that was what’s he wished#Together we'll find a way their mingling breaths the crashing sea seemed to echo. Together. — mountains and oceans#Might’ve been before-thought snapped-the bond- u r my mate&I am urs-the world might have been burning for all she cared all he cared too#Together they would face this together they would find a way. — claiming him as he claimed her — a scar a marker a tattoo
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some bobbles (+ two unfinished things)
#bonk.png#undescribed#exocolonist#i was a teenage exocolonist#iwatec#iwatex#anyway first thing bc its the shortest i dont think sol would actually id as anything n prefer to be unlabeled#bc of like. the timeloop stuff n every life kind of blending together BUT i think it'd be funny as hell if they were aro#n just never became aware of this bc their self reflection skills in regards to shit unrelated to the loop are That Bad#also im aro n like when characters are aro + love it when characters are kind of deranged about their friends#speaking of which madoka au! forever ago i drew the 🤝 meme with sol n homura n now im coming back to that#its not a 1 to 1 au straight up the commonalities begin n end at ''tammy & sol are kind of like madoka/homura''#stuff i got down for it in a sleep deprived haze were that sol nemmie n tangent were the only magical girls#n tammy hasnt been offered to become one nemmie n tangent arent aware that sol is a magical girl for a while#friendgroup at school is nemmie cal tammy n sol (tangent goes to a different school n is separate until she teams up with nemmie)#nemmie n tang team up bc somehow witch attacks keep being diverted from certain locations n grief seeds are disappearing#which is actually sol's doing theyre moving witches away from areas tammy will be n the grief seeds are to 1. discourage nem n tang from#fighting witches n 2. so sol can stockpile them basically bc they use timetravel a lot n need to keep their gem clean#the timeloop has progress (to an extent) its not a singular month looping its kind of like. video game save mechanics#like reloading the save u have before a bossfight n then if ur not adequately prepared reloading a save u have farther back#n then continuing on until u get stuck on a specific fight again yknow#theres more but moving on to the two unfinished things those are meant to be like a utdr au (specifically dr)#in a similar manner to the previous au of same premise n setting but different story bc theyre different characters#there's a lot less set for this au its entirely just playing in the sand n has nothing beyond vague role assignments#the first one that's like lineart in different colors is entirely scrapped bc i didnt like how it was turning out (meant to be darkworld fit#second one i struggled BADLY with marz oh my god this au is literally primarily for having fun with character designs but oh my god.#as it says there shes meant to be a modern art styled metal monster (got the metal idea from her dads' names n the modern art bc shesrefined#n sleek) but i had no actual idea how to convey that n i was trying to tackle it from a pixel art angle this time n i could notfigure it out#n then nomi nomi was super easy literally didnt even sketch them theyre a tiny pixie im sorry marz T-T#probably not gonna touch on this stuff again cause i was fixing on exo to avoid thinking about my bday but its happened so im fine now 👍
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i wonder if yakumos grandparents gave him so much soup bc it's something that can safely be swallowed whole by a small child who doesn't have the full chewing instinct...... don't have to break out the crowbar to wrench the entire chicken out of your babys mouth when you have liquefied the chicken
Gasp... brilliant... not only is soup an expedited form of warm... it is also (generally) choke free
#the lil bits and chunks floating in the broth are no issue#a blended soup? also no issue#grandma simmering soup for hours longer just to get the solid stuff to become easily hand mashable...#or learning from the one time she left the entire chicken carcass in the soup pot while serving#and unattended yakumo most certainly gorlpfed the entire carcass#luckily we didn't have to whip out the crowbar bc the carcass was boiled n soft...#but u know that fear when ur dog eats cooked poultry bones and you're all “DON'T EAT THAT!! THE BONES WILL SHATTER AND RIP UP YOUR INSIDES”#that's grandma's fears with yakumo even tho we can plainly see the boy does not chew#wonder if yakumo's throat is more snake like or human like at that age??#bc if it's snakey then we don't gotta worry#but if he's inbetween morphs and his jaw is snake but his throat is human#trying to swallow an entire chicken ? uh...........#i hear a lot of pathetic sobbing and choking sounds in the distance#(it's a child trying to figure out what can be swallowed and what is a choking hazard)#nu carnival yakumo#feesh answer
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#sometimes I will think about this quote I read once that said ‘Shakespeare wrote better than he could write. Michael Angelo painted#better than he could paint’ and the point was just. the art as something almost speaking through the artist#especially at certain points#and I feel that way about Taylor#I don’t know how to explain it but sometimes I hear her songs so differently than at other times#like sometimes. (this is going to sound insane) sometimes they sound too fast to me#like. it’s TOO efficient.#in terms of structure#because she is BRUTALLY efficient almost#and sometimes (sorry I keep using the word sometimes) I just want to reach out my hand and like. rest it over the song#and tell it to breathe. and at other times I can FEEL the song slot into place and I can feel the depths reached and I can feel the stars#align into place as she taps into the greater truth#like the first time I heard loml#and burst into tears#or when I listened to it again when I was on a drive in the mountains with Nina and I just started sobbing at the end#it doesn’t hit for me every single time (though every time it’s a good song)#is what I’m trying to say#and I think it’s because Taylor’s talent is the most restless spirit I’ve ever seen. she’s like a beanstalk growing right in front of me#and so as wonderful as she is she is never as wonderful as she WILL be#and I hate that attitude generally (so much) of being like ‘she’s just getting started that’s the crazy’#but the truest comments about Taylor ALWAYS say that#and it’s always struck me as true!!!! and that is why every album is better than the last and to an extent makes her previous work#look small in hindsight.#I keep being so struck by tortured poets and the way it has synthesized the personal and the storytelling#into a new blend we have NEVER seen before. the muses are present but theY ARE NOT PRESENT IN THE SAME WAY#they do ! not ! matter ! the way they used to#in her art she is getting farther away from what we call diaristic songwriting and she is moving deeper into the world of art#and as she does it you can FEEL (or at least I can feel or at least I think I can feel) the lightning and thunder (so to speak) gathering#in her heart and in her mind and in her journey and she is going to EXPLODE one of these days
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Made a new oc for a new little personal project that I will never fully explain or touch but everyone meet the little alien bunny princess shes from the moon and is a little lost
#her companion is supposed to be a wolfman monster but i cant quite draw him the way i want to#so you just get her for now#she'll have clothes eventually she just doesnt have them when they crash land to earth asdfg#i got her all planned out tbh except for a name#my art#its a light hearted story though... slice of life two aliens try to learn how to blend into earth after crash landing#and maybe find their way home but also enjoying the freedom of humanity..... . . ... ...#theres some drama in regards to people are trying to track down the aliens after finding their space ship#and the Bad Guy Aliens that shot them down in the first place are trying to find the bunbian#but mostly its just... light hearted#i want a story that explores what i love about humanity told from the point of view of outsiders#idk#anyway heres this#ill make a carrd for it when ive planned more
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doe the goat's most annoying regular
#had the idea last night and i had to draw it#this is my loser doe#she is very regular and works at a coffee shop but keeps getting visited by weirdos who just so happen to save the world sometimes#shadow is a regular bc she specializes in finding rare coffee blends that you can't really get locally normally#but she hates when he shows up bc she knows he's about to gnaw at those beans raw#i'd say she actually really likes him but its super ambiguous bc he really is that insufferable w/o even having to try#and he doesn't realize it either#he tips well so she deals w it#sonic the hedgehog#doodle doots#sonic oc
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Song of the Day: June 7
"STFU!" by Rina Sawayama
#song of the day#calling this one now only semi-arbitrarily--it makes sense to me but is maybe a dumb reason to declare the end of a day#my phone needs to be plugged in#my phone charges when I do--by which I mean I only ever remember/bother to plug it in when I lay down to try to sleep--#and I've got a really good battery and one of those superfast chargers so it usually doesn't die even when I'm struggling#but today is going to be a three day thing sort of--I slept a bunch (accidentally) Thursday afternoon and threw myself off again#and my phone is at 2% and won't load any more firefox tabs so that's it for Friday! hello Saturday the day my littles are coming!!#actually what's been stuck in my head today is the ee cummings poem [as freedom is a breakfastfood]#the first verse I have and the last I always have but the middle ones get muddled around on me. all out of order#'worms are the words but joy's the voice / down shall go which and up come who#breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs / deeds cannot dream what dreams can do#--time is a tree(this life one leaf) / but love is the sky and i am for you / just so long and long enough'#I love Tolkien for his rockingchair rhythms and cummings for his open-handed nonsense#and I don't have much of a specific reason to pick this song for today#but it was playing earlier and I do love how she blended her maniacal laughter into the music. truly exceptional work
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anyway. i should give you like. an actual question. do you have a favorite kind of cat? :)
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breed?
or pattern?
cuz i think its fairly obvious that i like calicos...
for breed id say ragdoll cuz one of my cats is part ragdoll and shes chill with just like. dangling her lil paws in the air when you pick her up (the name ragdoll is very on the nose) :P
my parents old cat was a maine coon i think and he was pretty silly (he was very shy bc when i was younger id pull his tail so he didnt like me very much) my parents joke that gingers like, his reincarnation bc theyre both longhaired orange tabbies :P
#marble asks#fun fact about ginger: when she was a kitten her eyes were blue#as she got older they got more green#so thats kinda interesting :P#also shes almost the same color as the hardwood so when she loafs i imagine shes like. trying to blend in with the floor :PPP
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Actually change gear I'm thinking about deithr and eystal'legulii and their relations with different mortal races
#when you are a near-immortal wish granting being there are many options for how you can interact with wish makers#jii for example normally appears like a folktale. a strange person who asks for help and then luck comes upon anyone who assists#nahgektu tries to play god and collect worshippers (this went badly and that is why hes getting babysit by jii)#deithr is still figuring her stuff out but right now just tends to try and somewhat blend in and just grants wishes she likes that she hears#linunreta is like the wishing well or the four leaf clover or the penny you find on the sidewalk.
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A big thank you to my mutuals who like my nervous breakdown 2-4am posts. You're the backbone of my blog
#its like im not completely alone#idk#what losing a cat does to a woman i guess but#lets be real i was like this before#im just a sad person who laments more than takes action and#i think ill be sad forever probably#in that way some people are#i feel like im one reality over from where im supposed to be yakno?#i used to have this image id hold onto of leaves in the sunlight when i was a kid and i kept waiting for someone to talk to me who#would take me wherever that was#maybe thats the nature of never fitting in u get too in your head and then#reality doesnt feel like home#yeah ive heard people say shit like that sbout books#sorry im not wearing my glasses#lately days blend together and i feel like i cant hold into time#and people talking to me (when they do) sounds miles away#takes ages to get to me if it does at all#oops! sounds like im dissociating hahahahaah oh fuck#when u write it all out. stares at ya right in the face#if im not doing something it feels like my anxiety will latch onto anything#like. rn i feel like im gonna throw up bc of like 5 different things about my car#car insurance. registration. trying to find a job#then it spirals into what ifs. and how thatd suck#constantly this shit. constantly! the only reprieve is going to hang w my grandmother who is 90 and talking about death a lot#😵💫#but shes my best friend so ???! fuck!#man idk. im so sad. idek what to do abt this. work out#maybe get a new actor to have a crush on#what makes people happy? idk#em yaps
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“ Ah! Lady Maria! It does me well to see you again, ” Kent beams as he addresses the young redhead. “ I actually have a present prepared for you for the Winter Festival, if you would be so willing to accept it. ”
A large wrapped box passes from his hands to hers. Upon unwrapping it, it would be revealed to be a huge set of various thread and ribbons all of different colors, full enough to complete the rainbow and then some.
“ Seeing as you seemed so pleased to do embroidery work multiple times in the past, I thought it a hobby of yours, so I wished to help procure you some supplies for it. I am sure you have a great many things you might wish to give or some fine work you would like to practice. I shall hope this shall suffice to give you the opportunity for either case then. ”
“Hello, Ser!” And she beams back as she replies in kind, eyes narrowed at him in happiness as she accepts the box without a second thought — truly without a second thought, for it is the beat after his words that her eyes drop down, blinking with a sort of awe as she realizes what it is.
Oh, but it is the excited sort — the sort that draws her eyes clear and round, that crinkles at their corners and shimmers at its center, that glitters with anticipation — all the ‘really truly’s and the ‘what could it possibly be’s!— and her mouth drops into a little ‘o’ before clacking shut, bared with pearly whites and laughter. Hoisting the box up higher, the little princess lays her cheek against its top, hugging the gift with affection.
“Wow…! Heehee… Thank you, Ser — I love it!” A statement honest and true for the simple fact of who gifted it, or that it exists at all.
Of course, she is delighted when she opens it, eyes all moon-roundness and new inspirations bright as the sun. Fingertips glide over spools of thread and colors beyond counting (or, well, countable but no less plentiful and delightful for it), and when she smiles yet again, there is a tautness to the corners of her mouth— appreciative… if also touched.
“Thank you…! I’m really, really happy, hee hee… Happy Winter Festival to you too, Ser!” At that, she presses a finger against her lips, a secret to cleave her grin in twain. “Something is a little late… so you’ll just have to look forward to it, okay? Heeheehee!”
(Some few days later she will stop by his office between classes, a package delivered with a smile and wave; if he is to open it, he will find a modest collection of tea blends with cards accompanying each tin — most notably, there is a blend from Macedon (complete with a happily-chattered story about wyverns and the sky) and another most carefully picked…)
(And, neatly folded in the corner, a white handkerchief trimmed with warm and sunny gold, the boughs of an apple tree embroidered into its southern corners.)
#liegebound#i forgot what my ask tag is already HAHA so tag tba#but ooohhh tumblr ate my draft so many times..!! sorry it took so long#but it was very cheesing to read when i got it 🥹#her gift sort of inspired by their thread making her think tea would be something he could enjoy and find proper use for#but also a happy and tasty gift!!#the other idea was that she was going to try to get him a blend from elibe#but since i’m not sure if she knows it (or what she’ll learn pending the thread now)#it’s uh. Just in limbo ANSJNSNSNS 😋✨
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GELUKKIGE VERJAARDAG, ZOË LOOCKX 𒀭 15 FEBRUARI, 2003
#wtFOCK#Skam#Zoë Loockx#Veerle Dejaeger#Skam Daily#SkamverseDaily#I've made this in one afternoon that's why it looks so...#not good enough for Zoë's 20th birthday#I had so many quotes I wanted to use and scenes I needed to blend together and some didn't look the way I expected and ugh#however... here we have Zoë quotes x what people thought of her x what she thought of herself#when I see the despicable girls mocking her wanting to be 'perfect' x what she was always doing I actually laugh#it's ironic and I love it#mock awayyyyyyy#I'm gonna do like the poet when he had to define love: I'm not going to even try#Zoë is so important to me no writer making her do or say the most ooc thing would ever erase the amount of love I have for her#I love how pure she is#like... her intentions#she's not trying to look cool or do 'the right' thing because she's supposed to do it#she just genuinely cares about people and tries her best to not betray herself#she follows her fucking heart and she pays for it a lot of times but DAMN SHE TRIES#she's so fierce and so passionate and so unaware of how wonderful she is#I miss her like I'd miss a best friend I can't talk to anymore but I do talk to her you know#that's why I keep on writing fics because I hear them so clearly#they just have a lot to say#she's happy#she's not being written by a mad man anymore so things are going well now#and I really need to stop writing here and go to sleep#Zoë Loockx you're no accident#you're inspiring and loving and so so loved by yours truly#happy 20 to the babiest sweetest bestest blorbo I'll ever have
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Out of pure curiosity’s sake, logistically would Jellicle Cats be pregnant for the more realistic 2-ish months that actual cats are, or would they be more like the human 9-ish months, or somewhere in between?
(One thing you have to know about me is that I will put so much unnecessary time and thought and energy into a potential throwaway line, and if that doesn’t describe me as a person idk what will)
#maybe i'll write it maybe i won't idk yet#jemi why are you thinking about this - because when you've been here 27 years you start to get into borderline wtf is she on territory#extemporize back chat#it sounds like an odd question because it's like...of course they are cats logistically they would have the same reproduction cycle#as actual cats#but then on the other hand the jellicles seem...just slightly less cut and dry than ordinary housecats#not quite feline not quite human not quite fae#some mystical blend of all#me: trying to figure out the logistics of the cats having been neutered based on historical relevance#also me: what...is a jellicle cat exactly in the case of physicality
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This is the first Corpse Party OC I'd like to show off, here's Riko Saruwatori! She's for Dead Patient, so if you haven't played it there will be *slight* spoilers.
How she was drawn on paper (needed to separate the possible expressions and body+face because I end up screwing up the face when I draw on top of it... I'll need to practice getting over that)
Here's her body and face when digitally drawn, I'm not gonna claim it's the best, but it could be worse. It's good for someone that hasn't touched digital drawing in around 2 years, lol
Took me forever to find the English layout of the card layout.
Anyway, about Riko:
Design:
Riko is a 5'7 young girl below average weight with light blonde hair, resembling the jasmine she's named after (Riko meaning jasmine-child with certain kanji). Her hair is short, so that it won't get yanked on by her little brother, Kentaro, when she gives him piggyback rides. She also has deep emerald eyes that resemble her father's.
Personality
Riko loves to explore and find out new things and new places, adoring the quiet (or not-so-quiet, depending on if she brought her little brother) forest walks next to her home.
However, ever since her parents divorced (after an unfortunate accident involving her falling from a tree) her mother moved closer to the city, causing her to enjoy walks like that less than ever before. She has also recently become more timid and unsure of herself. Being less-social and overall making little contributions to group activities, becoming more indecisive by the day, and letting others take the lead.
Something that hasn't seemed to change, however, is her protectiveness towards her 11 year old brother. In fact, after the separation, it seemed to have strengthened considerably.
Story Integration
You'd find her in Dead Patient, in the 1st Chapter, in the normal ending. After Ayame encounters her nametag in the Locked Puzzle Room (via Ritsuko giving it to her), and after Ayame encounters Tomohisa freaking out.
Riko is running away from a walking corpse, screaming, "THEY CAN REVIVE THEMSELVES!?" Ayame, being too lawful-good for her own self-preservation, helps Riko. Riko gives Ayame a brief thank-you before telling her and Ritsuko to look away for a moment. They do so as the screen fades to black, while the graphic sounds of cutting and ripping something apart can be heard.
The screen goes back to normal as Ayame sees that Riko tore apart the zombie's head from its shoulders with a scalpel she apparently "found" in one of the rooms earlier. Riko tells the two that it's to try to ensure the zombies don't come back to life.
Ayame tells Riko about the check-in card that seemed to belong to her. Riko seems to panic for a moment before asking for it back, Ayame obliges and gives it to Riko. Riko thanks her and joins the party.
Once the group gets to the door Tomohisa was seemingly running away from, Riko decides to stick outside, while Ayame and Ritsuko go in.
Once the door shuts and the two on the other side are locked in, Riko tries her best to get the door to budge, along with Ritsuko on the other side, but there's no progress until Ayame defeats the hulking zombie inside.
After Ayame and Ritsuko finally get out, with two new members added to the party, Riko introduces herself to them, and follows along, trying to find and get through the exit.
#for a certain friend: Sachiko We Beg Of You#i spent way too long on this#mostly the digital drawing was a pain in the butt#so much i need to improve on#I'm gonna have most of the tags be stuff i need to work on to remind me what to improve on when bored#drawing eyes and hair on face#it's fine if the hair covers the eye you don't need to move the bang-tufts when they look so good!#making shoulders less stiff#Riko has stiff shoulders on purpose bc she feels awkward#but apart from that i just have so much shoulder and arm-bending trouble#does anyone else struggle with shoulders and sharp elbows? I'd legit love to know#if I'm gonna get back into digital art i should just try to improve and work on it more in general...#EYES! I need to work on making the pupils#whites and irises have a more natral blend#bc rn they are originally seperated by a thick black line and doubled back over with one of the colors#i just realized i forgot to layer-check the highlights in the eyes...#the left eye isn't right bc of that and it's really bugging me... I'll do a redraw or smthn at some point#to summarize#future-me that looks at this:#Eyes#shoulders & elbows#layer-checking#expression & hair in harmony#and... hands#if possible
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