I forgot to put Daphne’s custom skinblend in game before I went to dress her so I subbed what Thea’s wearing atm and think it looks pretty great. Hopefully @msmidnightblonde will forgive me. At least I made her last skin so I’m only making my own work obsolete here.
Thea Rayne yager
Parents: Bastian Yager and Daphne Du Pont ( @msmidnightblonde)
Line: Yager (gen 3), Nova (Gen 8)
Traits: Brooding, Inappropriate, Flirty, Rebellious, Genius, Grumpy, and Good
Nickname(s): TheeBee
Gender Identity: Female
Race/species: Darkened Kasri (gameplay alien/witch)
Orientation/Sexual preference: Pan
Height: 6'0
Weight: 156
Age: 28
Mental age: Close to her age at this point, she’s learned some lessons
Eye color(s): Purple
Contacts?: No
Glasses?: No
Body build(slim, muscular, etc.): She’s pretty skinny
Body abnormalities(Cleft lip etc.): She doesn’t have pupils
Extra extremities(Another arm, tail, horns etc.): none
Scars: none really
Birthmarks(and what they are/were): none
Tattoos(what they are and where): Many - Chest, arms, and back. The major ones are the medusa head on her back, the magical hand sleeve on one arm and the tree of life on the other. There are more though.
Piercings(what they are and where): Just plugs, used to have a nose ring but she let it heal
Best traits of their personality: She has a strong sense of right and wrong
Worst traits of their personality: She’s impulsive and temperamental
Current faith(religion): Irreligious
Alignment(good, evil, etc.): Chaotic Good
Marital status(Single, married, dating, etc.): Single
Occupation: Neurologist
Anon, or off anon, send me a question and I will answer! You guys can totally reblog this if you’d like to participate as well. It isn’t perfect but I tried :3 Hope you all have an amazing new year and BE SAFE! :3
Cosmetic Needs:
Favorite sim transformation and why?
Sim you’d like to work on more in the coming year.
The sim that you believe has the best style and why?
The sim you’d like to give more attention to in the upcoming year and why?
Post a picture of the earliest photo of your sim and a most recent photo, talk about the differences and if you’re satisfied with them.
Characters:
List your characters from favorite to least favorite.
Which of your characters do you believe is the most “evil” of the bunch? Who is the “good” one?
Name something you’re excited to happen to one of your characters for the upcoming year.
Name your favorite event that happened in your character’s life.
Write the thing you love and dislike the most of one of your characters.
Simblr:
Something you’d like to change in your style of simblr in the upcoming year. (ex. more characterization, dabble into berry sims, less uniformity in sims, ect.)
Name a simblr you look up to and write them something nice!
rules: find your fav pics of your story, your CC, or your blog in general and post in a collage! It can be 1 picture or 100– whatever you want! Just reflect on your fave moments on your blog. It can be cute moments, milestones, edits, or CC you’re just really proud of. When you’re done tag 5 people or more <3
I was tagged by the ever so lovely @nonsimsical thank you, deary <3
Because these two and @freckled-pixels inspire me everyday <3
Ardwen’s POV
What happened first
He expected just another nameless face, so when the man lifted his eyes and gazed up, forced smile plastered on his lips, it was not the green eyes and sweetly familiar visage of a lovely redhead he imagined greeting him. Despite the necessity of his glasses, the man knew his eyes did not deceive him. Nor was the lighting too dim in the bookshop his signing was taking place. Truth be told, the lights were far too bright, the harsh florescent lights beating down upon his tousled brown hair, adding to the headache that had begun to stab just behind the bridge of his nose and the uncomfortably ridged seat upon which he sat. No matter how discreetly he shifted, he failed to settle into a comfortable position. That too could be a result of the crowd of people lined up patiently waiting to meet him, talk with him, obtain his signature on a page of his book they held clutched within their hands, their eyes on him, shifting their weight from one foot to the other.
It was stifling and all he wanted was to be far away from that place. From all the people and attention. Away from the noise. From the crowds.
Discreetly, he glanced at his watch. An hour or so more and he would be able to make his escape.
Except those thoughts altered as the man locked eyes with the woman he feared he’d never see again. When last they had met, they’d been not more than small children. Yet, even then she had captivated him. Captivated him in a way no one had before or since. As no one would ever again, he suspected.
Before he had time to really wonder at her appearance, the lovelorn brunet found himself squeezed within a small aisle, the long lost but never forgotten redhead once again in front of him. So close he could touch her. So close he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. Or perhaps it was just the natural scent of her. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating and he breathed it in as deeply as possible, as though trying to commit it to memory.
The first touch of her lips upon his was without warning, rough and a little clumsy. Gradually, it gentled and deepened. Their lips clung to each other as they tasted, reluctant to part. Instead of the world tilting, it seemed to straighten and settle around him. It was as though everything was as it should be. He didn’t care why it had happened, just that it had.
He knew he needed to get back, that people were eagerly awaiting his return, but the man wanted only one thing: more time with the redhead. He had waited and searched for so long; writing her into his stories, imagining all the possible scenarios where they could have, maybe, been together all these years instead of existing as strangers, memories, and wishful dreams. And now here she was, in the flesh, not some fictional character he had fashioned to represent the girl he had once known and been so enthralled with.
She had been the one who had gotten away. Even though when last they had parted they’d been nothing but children, he had known. And he wasn’t about to let her get away again. He needed to know. To know if what he had felt then was real. If she felt it too. If there was even a chance of….anything for them.
“Meet me somewhere.” It wasn’t a question. More of an insecure hope. Please say yes.
The redhead smiled and a small laugh escaped her lips. “Where? When?”
Running a hand distractedly through his hair, the man looked around, as if the answer he sought lay somewhere around the bookshop.
“There’s a shop, round the corner,” he says, his eyes drawn back to the redhead as they so often seemed to be. His voice deep, his words so quiet he’s unsure if he actually spoke or merely thought them. “We could grab a coffee? Or tea?...we could ‘ave a cup of tea and…talk…”
He didn’t bloody well care what they did as long as she didn’t leave again, walk out the doors of the small corner bookshop and his life, without so much as a backward glance. They could have fucking crumpets for all he cared.
She just needed to say “yes.”
She agreed to meet him. He was still in a state of suspended disbelieve as he watched her walk away. He stood still, cramped in the tiny aisle, watching her make her way to the front of the store and out of sight. But just before she turned the corner, she glanced back and gave a small smile and a slight wave of one hand. His book still lovingly clutched in the other, cradled against her chest.
The moment the man lost sight of her, he was in motion. He needed to find his agent. He needed to let her know the signing was over. He’d sign dozens of books, hundreds if he must, to make it up to all the people he would be disappointing today, but he needed to get out of that bookshop. Now. Five minutes ago.
He had a redhead to catch.
Grabbing his scarf and jacket from the back of the chair they had been abandoned, he threw the scarf around his neck haphazardly, knocking his glasses askew. He didn’t pause in his flight as he righted them, pushing through the shop doors, and very nearly running out. The rain had started up again, but he paid it no mind. In his rush, he had somehow become tangled in his coat, one arm crammed inside while he continued his forward strides, his long legs shortening the distance between him and a certain redhead beauty while he struggled to get his other arm in the coat sleeve.
Nearly to the coffee house at the opposite end of the street, the awkward, fumbling brunette stopped in the middle of the road and stared. She stood a few short feet away from him, her profile to him. He stood there, admiring her beauty and the wonder of her being in this place with him. He marveled at his luck, still afraid to really believe it was true. And yet, as his eyes stroked her lovingly from head to toe, she turned her head and, upon noticing him standing there in the middle of the road like a drowned rat with his coat tangled about him and only half on, one arm still sticking out, she smiled.
If he had thought her beautiful before, if he had thought that she was the girl he would always and only love, that knowledge was only reaffirmed at that moment. Even though it was raining all around them and he was dripping wet and cold to his bones, her smile was like the sun. It warmed him from the inside out. If only she would smile at him like that for the rest of his days, he would die a happy man. His Sunflower.
As a calm settled over him, Logan straightened his coat, sliding the other arm fully into the wayward sleeve and took a slow step toward her. Ardwen.
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