My first nose preset (from 2020) unarchived and reuploaded with a mini .package update. This nose preset was one of the many things I impulsively deleted a while ago, and then later added it to my archives. Anyway, I gave it another look and realized I was being too hard on myself, so here she is once again! This time with a dedicated post and some minor file changes.
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CAS preset: nose
📄 Nose Preset 01
for the feminine frame (teen+)
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hair by @laeska / overlay by @joshseoh / outfit by @madlensims / jewelry by @arethabee / brows by @sims3melancholic / pose by @helgatisha / cas lighting by @pralinesims / skinblend & lipstick by @divinecap (me) / ♥️ @alwaysfreecc, @sssvitlanz
The fluorescent lights of the third floor study room in the campus library buzzed faintly overhead as Claire, Alex, Marcy, and Anna pushed through the door, arms full of dice bags, laptops, and a battered Player’s Handbooks. Thursday nights belonged to them. No parties, no dates, no distractions, just the four of them, a folding table, and whatever epic campaign Anna had spent the week writing.
Claire adjusted her glasses and claimed her usual seat, already sorting her colored pens by hue. Alex dropped into the chair beside her, hoodie half zipped, earbuds dangling like she’d sprinted straight from the engineering lab. Marcy set down a Tupperware of homemade snickerdoodles and immediately began arranging her miniature figures in perfect rows. Anna, the forever DM, slid behind the cardboard screen with a satisfied grin, flipping open her notebook to the new session’s hook.
“Tonight,” Anna began, voice brimming with mischief, “the party finally reaches the floating citadel of Vyr’thael, and-”
The door slammed open so hard it bounced off the wall. A figure stood in the doorway, one they all knew too well.
Amber, the campus golden girl and all around super bitch strolled slowly in, her blonde hair seeming to move almost in slow motion. Her glossed lips curled into the kind of smile that never meant anything good. Behind her, the hallway lights made her look almost angelic, if angels wore designer perfume and could cut you down with a simple look.
Anna’s shoulders stiffened. Earlier that week, in the cafeteria, Anna had, entirely by accident, dumped an entire tray of spaghetti onto Amber’s white tennis skirt. Amber was predictably annoyed and laughed into a vicious tirade. However something came over Anna in that moment, a courage she hadn’t shown in her 20 years of life.
“I said I’m sorry!” Anna had began. “I can see now why all your friends transferred to different schools, they wanted to be as far away from you as possible.”
It had just slipped out. Anna didn’t even know if it was true. Yes Amber’s friends had recently all transferred to other colleges but the reason was unlikely that they wanted to get away from Amber, she was the queen of campus after all and most girls would kill to be in her clique. But in that moment Anna wanted it to be true and as she looked at Amber’s frozen in rage face she knew she hit a nerve.
Amber had stormed out after that, knowing she had lost the fight, especially as every student in their vicinity had soon uploaded video after video of the encounter to social media. Titles like ‘Queen Bee gets stung back’ and ‘Alpha Amber gets destroyed by beta’ were everywhere for a week. As much as Anna felt a small sense of pride for finally standing up to her bully she had a sinking feeling that the bill would become due very soon.
“Well, well.” Amber sang, kicking the door shut behind her. “Look at the virgin squad in their natural habitat.”
Amber’s gaze locked on Anna. “Especially you, spaghetti girl. Get out of that chair.”
Anna opened her mouth to protest, but Amber was already moving, planting a manicured hand on Anna’s shoulder and shoving. Anna stumbled sideways, barely catching herself on the edge of the table as her DM screen toppled.
Amber dropped into the vacated seat like she always sat there and slapped four glossy character sheets onto the table in front of Claire, Alex, and Marcy.
“New game tonight, losers.” She announced. “None of this dungeons and dragons crap. We’re playing Handbags & Hotties.”
Alex squinted at the pink bordered sheet in front of her. “This… this isn’t even a real system.”
“It is if I say it is.” Amber replied sweetly. She tapped Claire’s sheet. “You’re Chelsea now. Spoiled little princess who never wears the same outfit twice and causes a scene if Starbucks gets her order wrong.”
Claire’s cheeks went scarlet behind her glasses.
Amber slid the next sheet to Alex. “Lexi. Professional boyfriend thief. She collects men the way you collect Funko Pops.”
Alex’s jaw tightened.
Finally, she pushed the last sheet toward Marcy. “And you’re Mercedes. Venomous vixen. Your favorite hobby is cornering nerdy girls in bathrooms and making them cry about their acne.”
Marcy made a small, wounded sound.
Anna, still standing awkwardly to the side, found her voice. “Amber, just leave. We’re in the middle of-”
“Shut it, this game doesn’t involve you. Well not exactly.” Amber cut in without looking at her. She leaned back in Anna’s chair, crossing her legs. “Here’s the deal, nerds. You three play my little game, just one session, and I swear on my limited edition Birkin that I will never bother any of you again. No more ‘accidentally’ spilling drinks on your laptops. No more posting your LARP photos on the university confession page. Nothing. Forever.”
The room went silent except for the buzz of the lights. Claire, Alex, and Marcy exchanged glances, wary, exhausted, and just desperate enough to hope.
“You’re lying. Don’t believe her girls.” Anna muttered.
But Claire was already picking up the sheet labeled Chelsea, tracing the glittery font with one finger. Alex exhaled through her nose and flipped Lexi’s page over, scanning the ridiculous stats like Strength: Heels, Intelligence: Instagram. Marcy hesitantly reached for Mercedes, biting her lip.
“We’ll do it.” Claire said quietly. The others nodded.
Amber’s smile widened, sharp as broken glass.
“Perfect.” She gestured magnanimously at the fourth, empty chair pulled slightly away from the table. “Anna, you can sit over there and watch if you must. Maybe you’ll learn how to be interesting.”
Anna’s fists clenched, but she dragged the chair to the corner and sat, arms folded, glaring daggers.
“Then let’s begin.” Amber purred, rolling a sparkly pink d20 across the table. “Welcome to the food court of Westview Mall, ladies. Your mission is to socially destroy the school’s outcast, the girl everyone despises. Anna.” She said looking over at Anna with nothing but contempt.
She looked back at the table, eyes gleaming. “First one to make her cry gets to ride shotgun with me and be my number 2. You see Anna sitting alone by the food court fountain. Your move, bitches.”
Claire cleared her throat, voice barely above a whisper. “Um… Chelsea flips her hair and says… ‘Ew, is that off brand discount rack?’”
Marcy gave a nervous giggle that died instantly. Alex just stared at the sheet like it had personally offended her.
Amber rolled her eyes. “Louder, Chelsea. Own it.”
Claire tried again, still mouse quiet. “Like, oh my God, those boots are so last season.”
Amber sighed theatrically. “Fine. Mercedes, your turn. Zero in and destroy.”
Marcy’s fingers worried the edge of her character sheet. “I… I walk past Anna’s table and… accidentally on purpose knock her soda into her lap?”
“Better.” Amber said. “Roll for Cruelty.”
Marcy picked up the pink d20 with trembling fingers. It clattered across the table: 17.
Amber grinned. “Anna’s white jeans are ruined. She’s close to tears already. Lexi, finish her.”
Alex muttered, “This is so stupid.” but she leaned forward anyway. “Lexi slides in next to Anna, puts a hand on her arm, fake sympathetic. ‘Sweetie, you should probably transfer to somewhere more fitting your station. Girls what’s a rung below community college?’”
The die rolled a natural 20. Amber clapped once, delighted. “Critical cruelty! Anna bursts into tears and runs for the bathroom. Quest complete in under five minutes. You bitches are naturals.”
Claire gave a tiny, surprised laugh, like she couldn’t believe the words had come out of her mouth. Marcy’s cheeks were flushed, but her shoulders had squared. Alex cracked her knuckles, a slow smile creeping across her face.
“Ok Amber you’ve had your fun, they’ve played your game. Are we done?” Anna said from her corner, her arms crossed.
“Oh we’re only getting started, is that right girls?” Amber said with a knowing smirk.
“Y-yeah maybe just another quest?” Claire said stoking her shiny ponytail. Was it always so sleek?
“Yeah relax Ann, it’s just a game.” Marcy added as she absentmindedly took in her reflection from her phone screen.
“It’ll go a lot faster if we didn’t hear from the NPC.” Alex said with a cruelty that made the others giggle but Anna sink further into her chair.
“Next scene.” Amber purred. “Sephora. Anna’s hiding in the lipstick aisle trying to clean orange sauce off her shirt. Chelsea, you’re up.”
Claire straightened. Her voice came out different this time, higher, lighter, with a valley lilt that definitely hadn’t been there ten minutes ago. “Ugh, are you seriously wearing drugstore concealer? That shade is literally called ‘Budget Beige.’ Tragic.”
She tossed her hair again, and this time the motion was practiced, fluid. The oversized cardigan she’d worn all semester suddenly felt wrong against her skin. Too cozy. Too forgiving. She shrugged it off without thinking, revealing a tight cami underneath that Anna didn’t know Claire even owned.
Marcy leaned forward, eyes bright. “I’ll film it.” She said, voice dropping into a sultry register that made Anna’s stomach drop. Marcy’s round cheeks seemed sharper, her cheekbones looking like someone had turned up the contrast on her face. Her hoodie sleeves seemed to be shrinking, riding up toned forearms she definitely hadn’t had at the start of the session.
Alex cracked her neck. “I just smile and watch them realize nobody’s coming to help.” She said, and the words rolled off her tongue like she’d been saying it for years. Her posture had shifted, sprawled, predatory. The hoodie zipper slid down another inch on its own, exposing a hint of lace.
Anna blinked hard. No, that wasn’t right. Alex lived in sports bras and band tees. Amber watched it all with the satisfaction of a cat who’d planned every step of the mouse’s dance. She tapped her pen against the mall map. “Keep going, ladies. Gracie Hall, second floor. Anna’s trying to sneak into chem with stained jeans. What do you do?”
Claire giggled, and the sound was sharp crystal. “I’ll tell everyone she started her period in the food court. Classic.”
Marcy twirled a lock of hair that was now somehow platinum blonde at the tips. “I’ll corner her by the lockers. Tell her the only way anyone will ever touch her is if they lose a bet.”
Alex’s eyes narrowed, pupils dark and bright at once. “I’ll take a pic. Post the ugly crying photo on the campus Facebook page. Caption: ‘Some people just aren't cut out for college.’”
Anna stood up. “Okay, this isn’t funny anymore. Stop it.”
But the three of them didn’t even glance her way. They were leaning in, voices overlapping, laughter rising in perfect, vicious harmony. Claire’s glasses had vanished entirely, her eyes were lined with perfect wings she’d never learned to draw. Marcy’s lips were fuller, glossed cherry red. Alex’s legs looked longer, crossed with the lazy confidence of someone used to being stared at.
Amber finally met Anna’s eyes across the table and mouthed a single word, soft as silk.
“Magic.”
Anna’s blood went cold. On the table, the sparkly pink d20 spun lazily on its own, landing on a perfect 20 again and again and again.
Amber’s voice floated over the table like poisoned honey. “Final scene, girls. Alpha Sigma Nu party committee sign up table. Anna’s actually trying to put her name on the ballot for membership. End her.”
Chelsea (Claire no longer existed in that chair) didn’t even hesitate. She ran her hands through her now waist length hair, chestnut extensions thickening into a gorgeous main. The baggy cardigan was long gone. In its place was a white tube top so tiny it was basically a bandana trying to hold in her new now large breasts. Paired with tight white jeans could give someone the impression she was a good and pure young woman but her sharlpy constructed words would dispel that notion quickly.
“Like, excuse me?” She drawled, Valley accent thick enough to cut. “Our Sorority house has a weight limit, honey. It’s in the bylaws.” The laugh that followed was bright and brutal. She snapped a selfie without looking, lips pursed, one manicured hand flashing a new diamond tennis bracelet that definitely hadn’t come from her old scholarship budget.
Mercedes, the previously timid Marcy, tilted her phone for the mirror selfie, one hip cocked in a stance that screamed confidence. Her once round face was now razor sharp, cheekbones sculpted, lips glossy and plump. The oversized anime hoodie had vanished, replaced by a glossy black spandex jumpsuit that clung to every curve like liquid obsidian. A sleek, high ponytail sat atop her head, the roots dark and the lengths fading into an almost silver blonde that cascaded down her back, swaying with every deliberate tilt of her chin. Her nails were impossibly long, razor sharp stiletto tips coated in mirror like chrome silver. Every inch of the new her screamed little Marcy was gone for good.
“I’ll handle the emotional damage.” She purred, eager to attack. “I’ll tell her the only crown she’s ever wearing is the one from Burger King.” She twirled a lock of platinum hair, eyes half lidded and cruel.
Lexi blew a slow, deliberate bubble with the gum that had just materialized between her glossy lips, letting it pop with a sharp crack as she rolled her shoulders back, jacket creaking. The baggy leather jacket had shrunk into a cropped black biker style, worn open over a tight white tube top that strained against her chest with every breath. A matching black leather microskirt now hugged her hips like a second skin, riding high enough to flash the underside of her toned thighs with the slightest shift in weight. Platinum blonde hair spilled straight down her back, darker roots framing her face like a deliberate shadow.
She hooked a thumb under the zipper of her jacket and tugged it lower, red lacquered nails flashing. “I’ll just sleep with her crush.” She drawled, voice low and lazy, eyes half lidded with smug confidence. “Film it. Leak it. Done.”
Amber rolled the pink d20 one last time. It spun, glitter catching the fluorescent light, and landed on a glittering 20. “Critical success.” She announced softly. “Anna transfers schools by Monday. You win.”
The die stopped spinning. The air in the study room shimmered like heat haze. Chelsea blinked, then ran perfectly manicured nails through her hair and sighed in satisfaction. Mercedes stood up, six inches taller in her new Louboutins, and checked her reflection in her phone like it was the most natural thing in the world. Lexi popped her gum again and slung a designer bag over her shoulder that Anna had never seen before tonight.
The game was over but something new was just starting. Anna stumbled forward, heart hammering. “Claire... Alex... Marcy... are you feeling alright? You look so different.”
Chelsea turned, head tilting with irratated confusion. “Ew. Do I know you?”
Mercedes laughed, high and tinkling. “Oh my God, it’s Spaghetti Girl. Still wearing the same crusty jeans from freshman year? Tragic.”
Lexi didn’t even look at Anna; she was already linking arms with Amber. “Can we go? This room smells like virginity and dandruff.”
Anna’s voice cracked. “We’ve been friends since orientation. We stayed up all night painting your first set pieces, Marcy. Alex, you cried when we watched the finale of your favourite fantasy show. Claire, you named your cat after a D&D goddess. Please.”
Chelsea wrinkled her perfect nose. “I’m allergic to cats. And to nerdy losers, apparently.”
Mercedes flicked imaginary dust from her leather skirt. “Why are you still talking? Nobody asked for your origin story, charity case.”
Lexi finally glanced over, eyes cold and amused. “Run along, nerd. Some of us have actual lives.”
They turned as one, three flawless silhouettes in the doorway, clustering around Amber like she was the sun and they were newly formed planets. Amber whispered something that made all three of them laugh that same razor bright laugh.
Anna sank to her knees among scattered dice and abandoned character sheets. The pink d20 rolled to a stop against her shoe, still warm. The door clicked shut.
The study room was silent except for the buzz of the lights and the soft, wet sound of Anna realizing she had just lost her best friends forever.
Then the door opened again and Anna for the briefest moment thought, hoped that her friends were coming back but instead it was just the bitchy visage of Amber returning by herself with a self satisfied smirk on her perfect lips.
She sauntered right up to Anna and plucked the glittering pink d20 from where it had rolled against Anna’s sneaker, and rolled it idly between her manicured fingers.
“Wouldn’t want to forget my magic die now, would I?” She sang under her breath, voice syrupy sweet. She turned to leave. Three steps toward the door, she stopped.
Slowly, deliberately, she pivoted on one red soled heel and looked back at Anna still on the floor, glasses fogged with tears.
Amber’s glossed lips curved into the cruelest, brightest smile Anna had ever seen. “Now who’s friendless?”
She threw her head back and laughed, high, delighted, vicious cackling that bounced off the empty bookshelves and stabbed straight into Anna’s chest. The sound followed her all the way down the hallway, echoing long after the door swung shut again.
The room went silent. The pink die was gone. Anna was alone.
(These numbers are not official but are only based from my own way of tallying. There is no guidance from the Palace on how engagements must be counted so numbers may vary from person to person.)
The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron, the Royal Foundation of The Prince and Princess of Wales, this morning held an Early Years Meeting at Windsor Castle.
