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@sweetpolyamoris
Going through old posts and yet again wishing I could revamp this blog. Played around with the theme, stared in surprise at how many people are still following.
Anyway, this will probably be another failed attempt, because working life is pretty much all encompassing for me, BUT. Haven’t left tumblr yet, so maybe I can get this thing back up and running, at least on the weekends?
ANYWAY, I hope everyone is well and somehow still surviving these wild games.
Ellie: how long are we gonna stand here and let him do that?
Tyler: just give him a minute
Tegan: (pushing on a door that clearly says pull)
Sweet Elite| Karolina Nováková
When I take good care of myself, it lifts my spirits, boosts my confidence, and makes me feel strong. When someone tries to throw me shade, it bounces right off. I look those haters straight in the eye, keep my chin up and shoulders back. Because I know I’m a fierce queen - and they know it, too.
Alyssa Edwards
Can I just say how damn sweet it is that as soon as Scholar realizes that Axel is only really interacted with when people want something from him, they’re immediately like “I must befriend him and ensure his mental wellbeing” and sets out to find him again before their next class.
Like hang on lemme grab the legit dialogue because I love it… “That guy probably has a lot to deal with right now, but he seemed happy to talk to someone other than a fangirl. Maybe I should try to find him and see if he’s alright.”
And if you side with him against Tadashi he gets mad that Tadashi starts sniping at you instead like “hey cool he’s laying off me! … Wait no, not like that, leave them be they’re being nice to me Tadashit!”
And during the part when he asks you about your opinion on his song Scholar thinks “He deserves to be treated like a person.”
Like !!! That’s so fucking nice, omg Scholar is so Good though. ;-; We don’t deserve them, they’re so sassy and relatable and they CARE about people. Like a lot of their inner thoughts involve stuff that basically translates to various versions of “are these kids okay?” and “what happened to these people?”
Or like, when they first get there in the Intro and they comment about how no one is smiling and it makes them uneasy and kinda sad.
It’s just so nice and refreshing to have a player character that’s not a coward or completely self-absorbed or the complete opposite and is a total wet noodle when it comes to others’ wants. Like Scholar is actually just tryin’ to live their life and get along, it’s fantastic.
“This school is fancier than my whole town, I’ve got to do well here even if that means sacrificing relationships…. But I really want to make friends - these people I met are friend shaped and I don’t know how to be a cold work-machine that doesn’t crave human connection! Oh well, guess I’ll just have to befriend all of them!”
I love Scholar. Scholar is the best.
Tadashi talking to Scholar in episode 1, realizing no one has explained anything about the school to them:
Sunshine mango @veroww ✨
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Tyler and Neha
This is my second writing project for sweet elite! People were talking on how there wasn’t enough content for some of the Main 10. So here’s something for my fiancee, @karoelite.
It’s not super accurate on painting but we’ll just say Tyler did a not-very-detailed work or something. Also, I don’t know why I imagine Tyler as super chatty that’s just something I head-canon for him. My scholar, Celeste, is briefly mentioned because I’m the worst but whatever. Also, these characters are a little harder to write for because there’s not as much content but I did my best! Enjoy!
Neha sat in a small corner of the fashion department. Most students had left, but not her. Instead, she struggled over whether the dress she was sketching would need a belt.
She almost fell off her chair when a face leaned over her shoulder.
“It’s amazing! How do you even do that? The colors! I have a lot of trouble coming up with outfits for people.”
“How can you just-” Neha stopped what was going to be an acerbic rant on privacy and respecting people’s personal bubbles but the genuine awe radiating off Tyler stopped her. The dress was good (she had designed it) but it wasn’t all that. It was a sketch. It didn’t even have fabric choices yet. In fact, Neha didn’t know if she could keep Karol’s hair from clashing with the vibrant colors. A nice hat maybe? Matching a belt? Did it really need a belt?
“Hello. Earth to Neha.” Tyler waved his hand in front of her face and she looked at the gigantic smile, realizing she had zoned out.
“Sorry that happens a lot when I’m working on something. What are you doing in the fashion department?” That was softer than a scolding anyway.
“I was looking for some fabric as a texture for a watercolor. I need something sheer, I think? It’s sort of a study on-”
“Yeah. Celeste left some scraps on the table over there.” She pointed and waited for him to get out of her hair so she could continue.
Tyler’s enthusiasm only dimmed for a second. Then his whole face lit up again. How did he do that? “But what I was saying is..well. Anyway, can I paint it?” Neha shook her head in confusion, and he pointed at the notebook she was holding.
“It’s not done.” It was only a sketch. Why would he even want to paint a dress? She hadn’t ever seen him interested in that sort of thing. But he was a beautiful artist. As well as being well-known throughout the school. Maybe it would drum up sales? She could have him do a teaser of it?
“Actually, that’s fine. But you can’t show anyone until I’ve made the dress available. We can talk pay later. Not until the dress sells, though.”
Tyler immediately started chattering away about how excited he was and grabbed Neha’s hand. He dragged her out of the room before she could swat him away.
“You don’t have to pay me, dork! I’m inspired! But you will have to credit the great Tyler Williams when everyone suddenly wants a gorgeous painting of their latest outfit.” Neha tuned him out as she saw a dozen curious eyes looking at them. Well then, not everyone had left. She ducked her head and jerked her hand away. Tyler didn’t even pause for breath but was that a sidestep to give her some space?
She didn’t have time to think on it as they arrived at the fine arts department. It took her breath away every time she entered. Tyler left for a second to grab supplies and she looked at some of the new things people were working on. Neha adored all the art and tried to come in occasionally to check things out. Actually, she really admired some of Tyler’s online works, but she’d never tell him that.
He seemed to materialize a canvas, easel and palette out of thin air. “Okay it’s all set! Can you just put the sketch down on the easel? I promise to be careful!” A wink, but that just made her anxious.
“Absolutely not. I don’t need paint all over my notebook. Do you know how much money these designs are worth just by themselves?”
A sigh but he signaled for her to stand next to the easel and hold up the sketch for him. Neha almost refused but the whole school would know by tomorrow that they had been holding hands. She had to give them some sort of business to show people. Karol always said Arlington was full of “nasty gossip.” So, Neha stood by the easel and held up the notebook so that maybe Tyler couldn’t see the irritation on her face.
“Umm… Could you hold it lower? The lighting is weird.”
Well he could see the irritation now.
Tyler got to work, and she realized she had finally found something that made him stop talking. While he was painting there was no chatter and his focus seemed to narrow onto the painting. She expected him to check the sketch more, but people did sometimes whisper that he had a photographic memory. Neha found herself fascinated to just watch someone else work for a while. Tyler put his tongue between his teeth, just slightly out of his mouth.
“Hey! I do that!” He was broken out of his trance and Neha suddenly felt guilty. She always hated people interrupting her. But Tyler just smiled pleasantly and laughed.
“I used to be self-conscious about it but when I’m focused, I really can’t help it. Can you step closer? I need finer details now.”
So, did he have a photographic memory or not? But he didn’t look at the sketch just smiled at her a couple of times. It wasn’t too long before he stepped back to inspect his work. He seemed disgruntled but in a finished sort of way. What was wrong? She peeked around to check and was stunned.
“You uh..added a sash.” But that was not what stunned her. It was Neha in the painting. He had somehow made her irritation into a pleasant expression, with lips upturned and excitement in her eyes.
“I’m…I mean it’s…How did you…?” She could only trail off. The smoky background brought out the bright colors in the dress. It also brought out some sort of inner light he had painted on her. She looked happy and bright, not stressed out or cold as most people saw her.
“Know it needed a sash? I thought a belt would be too much, but a sash just blends better with the dress.” Tyler’s nervous eyes said he knew she wasn’t talking about the dress but didn’t want to push his limits after having painted her by surprise.
“I can’t put this painting up on the site.” Tyler shrugged but just kept waiting. Neha looked at herself for a long time. Then she sighed.
“You’re right.” This made his smile return but it was a puzzled look he gave her. “It needed a sash. If you’re free after this, would you mind looking at this jumpsuit I’ve been struggling with? I’m thinking stripes might not work.”
She had just thought Tyler was smiling before.
Scholar character page is updated. :)
Sooo, I think I might try to come back? I’m kind of into Sweet Elite right now, so I’m working on some character pages and we shall see what happens!
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every time i say something witty: please don’t think i’m flirting. i just want to establish myself as the funniest one here.
Ahi and Davie :~)
who takes longer showers?
The both of them! Ahi’s snarled, apocalyptic tangle of hair has demanded a great deal of attention ever since she was a child, and though her memories of time spent sitting between her mother’s legs whilst she pulled and oiled, and gathered, and smacked in equal measure are some of her most unpleasant, she’s never been able to cut it short or even lessen the degree of neuroticism with which she tends to it. She’s never spent less than an hour in the shower, because it’s never taken less than that to condition it. There’s a wicker basket in their bathroom full of books (odds and ends of varied quality that appeal to them both). Davie loves long, warm baths, the tiny glass bottles of Ahi’s numerous oils and scents catching the light, the steam rising and rolling, watching her reflection, half-smothered, fumble in the misted mirror. Sometimes, it’s Ahi that will come in and frown at her until she towels up while Davie attempts wholeheartedly to entice her into the tub.
how do they make up after a fight?
That depends on the severity of the fight. Ahi is less than forthcoming, and will just as quickly become frigid as she will heatedly angry. While it’s something they’ve learned to work around, she can, on occasion, be truly stubborn and close herself off to Davie. Times like these, she won’t even refuse to talk, she’ll steer entirely clearly of the problem, hoping that maybe, deprived of her attention, it’ll go away. It doesn’t, because of course not, and this is when their tempers tend to get the best of them. Ahi’s tight lipped frigidity helps Davie’s hurt none, and then they both inflict a little more hurt for good measure. This is pretty rare though, Ahi’s in full acknowledgement of the fact that she has a problem, and she’ll force herself to talk long before she consciously allows things to lurch into the dark places. It’s Ahi that’ll come to apologize, then. Their small disagreements don’t really everdevolve into anything of this sort, they’re very familiar with one another, and their wavelengths carry the same frequency. More or less.
who prefers rain and who prefers sun?
Ahi loathes the heat. She hates long, brooding summers, she’s sullen about the humidity, and the flies, and the pervasive sticky-ness that seems to have coated everything like god’s hocked a globule of sweet spit at the earth and let it sit. She’s actually used those words before. She’d take a rainy day over a sunny one, no question. Davie’s the opposite, she loves the beach, and short shorts (O.K, well, Ahi loves these too. On Davie, DUH) and carnivals brimming with fried food. Especially food that’s not supposed to be fried. Ahi’s dresser drawer houses a small but growing collection of polaroid pictures of Davie struggling to fit too-large pieces of food in her mouth. #romance
what’s their favorite place to go together?
They’re flexible. Ahi’s less sociable than Davie by a very long shot, and would rather they be by themselves, but it doesn’t keep them from doing things. Davie might rather be out and about, but she’s just as willing to spend the day in, limbs tangled, noses brushing. They enjoy the time they spend together, irregardless of whatever it is that they’re doing. Their favourite places to go together are probably food festivals (more pictures for Ahi’s polaroid collection! more opportunities tease one another into kissing whatever shred of culinary dignity they might have left goodbye! Sharing food as an act of deep, spiritual intimacy) and the beach when it’s largely deserted, where they share a giant twin-popsicle shaped floating raft and Davie collects pieces of sea glass for the glass jar sitting in their bedroom whilst Ahi religiously lathers herself with sunscreen and pretends to read whilst watching Davie from behind her book.
Do they celebrate anniversaries, etc.?
Yes! Ahi’s not big on birthdays, but she loves all that other shit. She’s a big gift-giver, so she approves of any excuse to buy Davie presents. They’re neither of them fond of grand gestures, even though Davie can occasionally get a little carried away (see: countless luridly bright helium balloons strung from every available surface, wilting sadly in the days that followed before finally having been cut down by a mollified Davie whilst Ahi valiantly attempt to stifle her giggles + the time Davie threw face masks instead of confetti and startled Ahi so she knocked the wine over and fell on her ass in the puddle). Davie loves surprises, and Ahi takes an inordinately large amount of satisfaction in watching her get slightly frustrated because of her complete refusal to ever supply any sort of hint.
what’s their nightly routine?
Ahi has very involved, multi step night routine and she’s exercised her undue influence over Davie to ensure that she adopts something similar. Her favourite time of the day is standing together at their twin washbasins and talking whilst they apply their night creams. It’s when Ahi’s at her most relaxed, and when she’s most willing to let Davie distract her however she’d like. Ahi likes watching Davie’s face, a radiant, open, shining face, the sudden twilight of her eyes blasting every atom of air out of her lungs, startling, even now.
who’s more likely to burn dinner?
Ahi is a shitty cook. She’d probably be O.K, if she applied herself with the same neurotic frenzy she adopts when faced with failure of other sorts, but she’s just never been interested in it. She can be coaxed into helping Davie with minimal effort on Davie’s part, but her idea of help just as often extends to ‘perching on the counter and tasting things’ as anything else. Davie doesn’t mind too much, unless Ahi becomes whiny, and then she’s normally delegated to some task or the other (which does very little to improve the whining, but things go by quicker).
Kyra, enthroned.
Note: Kyra is @sweetpolyamoris‘s character in the text based interactive game, Children of the Gods. Play here!
I’m still not over this. Leave it to Lysander to destroy a boy in one swift, simple sentence.
@kurolove Thank you! I guess the wiki would have been the smart place to look, lmao.
OH! Does anyone have links to guides for Episode 36 and 37? I’m behind because I hate playing without having absolute certainty that I’ll get the illustrations.
My ongoing Fic-To-Write List
Iris’ Party w/ Marco and Monty (and lots of Monty x Priya specifically)
Some Kentin and Calemar friendship stuff (I don’t write about them enough)
Davie x Charlotte anything (my version of Charlotte b/c the game took her in a totally different direction than I’d anticipated... Idk when this is going to happen because it’s going to be hard to separate my!Charlotte from game!Charlotte for a while)
Gemma x Melody. Have I even written anything for them yet??? Why not???
