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[asleepcryptid]

Student Enrollment: Sylvan Whesker

🔥 My entry for @guapogato​​‘s Wolfsbane Academy. Not everything is what meets the eye and he is but a mere example, a phoenix simply trying to find his way. 🔥

“The irrationality of a thing is not an argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.”   –Nietzsche

                                                     Application

[asleepcryptid]

Mono Challenge

Monochromatic challenge by @hufflepuff-sim

I wasn’t tagged by anyone more like saw this flying around but does that stop me? hell na son

it’s also reasonable I’ve been dead for like 91238 years but details

Rules: Make or remake a sim using monochromatic as the main theme. It can be fantastic or realistic sims, the main thing is that you enjoy making the sim. You can tag me and/or tag other people to make this. For the hashtag you can use #mono challenge. 

I tag @simcorgi, @thesimparrot​, @ayshio and literally everyone else that would like to have some mono fun

Close-up of her face under the cute if interested

[asleepcryptid]

Enter Eme for @neonglitters​‘s bachelorette challenge!

“People usually think I’m as cold as I look, but they couldn’t be more wrong. I just don’t like the effort of smiling if I don’t really feel it.”

                                           Clumsy • Slob • Creative

Age: ??? (looks in her mid twenties) Zodiac: sagittarius™ Occupation: Photographer on the rise Aspiration: The Curator

“W a ... ...k..e...... ....u ....p”

“Wake.......up“

It’s only been around 35 years ever since Emerson Gossett suddenly opened her eyes in a cold and snowy night, just to find herself in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere. With no recollection of any past and no memories, she stood, despite not having any clothes and not even a name to go by, she, at least, didn’t find herself in any danger. Wolves and creatures seemed to leave her alone, and the temperature never bit at her skin, despite it all, she was in her element. Nobody knows how or why she came to life, not even Emerson herself. Nobody knows how long it is that she walked until she found a little cottage on the edge of the very same woods in what she didn’t know was Glimmerbrook, thankfully the resident was a woman of a kind heart, willing to help and shocked to find someone out when there could be a blizzard at any moment, and in such state.

“Oh dear god! Who- Why are you out here? Very hard to imagine you’d do this for kicks- come on, come on in!”

The very night she awoke, December 21, is when she met her, the woman who would eventually become her guardian of sorts, after all she looked around her same age. It was a journey, to learn human and non-human customs alike, mannerisms and etiquette, what was wrong and what was right. Her personality slowly flourished as well as her interests and powers.

Her pain and happiness, too.

It’s something else, to see someone you gold dear to you grow old, while you just stay the same, with no proof that you’ve aged a single day if it wasn’t because of your own personal growth. She should like she’s on her fifties and yet, she looks just as icy and young as that same night, and as if that wasn’t enough, people that have met her, surprisingly hadn’t judged her because of her origins or lack thereof, she’s magic just as they are, but apparently judging the book by its cover still remains true. Sure the journey hasn’t been the easiest, but most of all rewarding. It would be wrong to say she has gotten completely used to it all, her clumsy nature and curiosity wouldn’t allow so. She’s still learning, and if you don’t mind a few awkward moments, she makes for a great loyal friend.

And hey, if you wonder why she she’s decided to finally open her hear to something even newer to her such as love, and even more so in such a setting like this is because she knew if she didn’t. Sure she is afraid, but the rest of her feeling are much stronger than that. Ask her whatever you want, she never lies.

Fun Facts about Emerson:

You could say she’s something like an ice spirit, she’s able to manipulate temperature and ice which opens ways to many fun things she can do, with time she has learned how to do more and she’s excited to see what other things she’ll end up to be able to find out.

Sunny and hot or not whenever she breathes it looks like when you’re out and it’s really cold and you’re breathing “smoke” .

She’s as loyal as they come, but don’t think for a second that she won’t call you out on your problematic shortcomings.

She would love to learn and investigate the reason of her origin and why there are no signs of her aging, but she doesn’t know how to go about it.

Being more so of an introvert and somewhat alienated, Emerson has learned to see the world in a whole new lens. The world is fascinating and beautiful, how amazing it is you can keep a moment forever with just a flicker of a camera!

Hobbies are ice skating (how not to like that when you can freeze a whole lake all for yourself!! not gonna lie it has people more than once) and collecting things which mainly are bottle caps and fox statuettes (her favorite animal).

Her caretaker was known as the strange hermit despite of her leaving Glimmerbrook, Emerson decided to stay, in all her years she has never set foot into another place but she hopes to one of these days.

She’s always cold in some level so her style mostly consists of warm fabrics with a little of the cozy aesthetic, but she doesn’t mind breaking away from that for the sake of looking nicer.

Doesn’t really know how to makeup whaaaaat.

She doesn’t really pursue thinks when she lacks interest in them, who has the energy for that am I right?

Has tripped 5 times in a row and none of her cups are made of glass.

Her favorite color is pale blue, her favorite band is Kodaline and her favorite food are chicken nuggets.

How she’d look as a human: with the help of a temporary potion maybe?

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Make room for Ross, ready to dive in for @possumsims Sapphopalooza.

“Worm? What do you mean worm? Worms are pink noodles. Just simply say word for the love of God just say word.”

                                         VAMPIRE • 144 years old

                             Dog Lover • Family Oriented • Creative

Zodiac: Taurus Occupation: Bouncer for an underground club Aspiration: Master Vampire

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Guess a lot can go wrong when you trust people blindly.

Rosella, who very much prefers to be called just “Ross”, one day found herself in a hidden alleyway, laying down in the cold dirty floor, waiting for her death after what seemed hours of hot pain, much too weakened to do something about it. Soon, she felt nothing, that couldn’t be good. She snorted with the last little strength she had; her memory suddenly was all fuzzy as she faded into unconsciousness, how and when and why escaped her memory, someone she had deemed trustworthy had done this to her though, that much she knew. What she didn't know is that soon she would wake again, completely changed and memory clearer than ever, although with no family to return to. Who would care about a street rat after all?

Or so she thought.

"Do you wish to live?"

If you had to steal to eat, hurt to live, deceit to go on, she figured who would want to as her eyes slowly closed more and more. It all seemed so pointless, meaningless- and yet, she couldn’t ignore the fact that a burning fire bubbled up her chest, she wasn’t ready. It all had felt so... incomplete. She couldn’t let this be the end, there had to be more, right? With an angry quiver of her lip, she whispered.

“Yes.”

When she awoke again, the thirst she felt was almost like torture. She could feel every breath, the air passing through every crack of what felt was broken skin right inside her throat. The world was so blinding, she kept eyes glued shut, didn’t fancy much feeling as if your eyeballs could melt right out of their socket. She felt heavy, gooey, at the same time everything seemed different somehow. Sharper. She didn’t move for what felt like hours, until finally, the world came into a focus, as weak as she was, she stood, there a mysterious figure had been waiting for her.

“I was uncertain you’d make the change. Delighted to see you standing, though.”

Almost too painfully slow, she raised her head.

“Who are you?”

Born in May 1st, 1900 and abandoned quickly after, Ross had to grow up and fend for herself from a very young age. She had hoped her art would help her not have to steal anymore, but that was hard when you had to pick between a full tummy and tools plus a bunch of people calling you out for your records. She knew trusting the thieves gang she was with could prove her fatal one day, but her desire for friendship and closeness was stronger, plus, she was dealing with other stuff that at the moment seemed more important. For example, why France’s eyes seemed more vibrant than Earl’s, or maybe why she preferred watching Flora walk away more than looking at Roland flex his muscles. Or maybe why she was utterly and completely fascinated by Beulah despite her reputation. You know, more important things. She had been so much fun, looked so beautiful, even as she stabbed her neck down her collarbone and left her for death after a burglary gone wrong. She was looking out for her own hide, that much she could understand, didn’t mean it hurt any less, though. It was amazing her Elder had found her before the cops, or before she bled out completely.

Turns out vampires were real, turns out Elder was looking to form her own family after hers had been “tragically and unfairly wiped out”. She wanted to do nothing with it for the simple reason she would eventually find herself around many, but she had honor, Ross knew she owed her life, and so, she stayed. For years she stayed, even if her Elder’s own reputation made her enemies that weren’t even her own.

Many, many years had passed since then, slowly but surely, the walls she built slowly lowered as she honed her skills. She can’t seem to be able to take the last step, though, both in the professional and love department. Something seems to be getting in the way and she can’t pinpoint what. That’s when she came across this opportunity, figuring she had nothing to lose but to learn. Even if she was to leave without a girl by her side to cherish, she hopes to figure out what she wants thanks to the experience.

More about Ross:

She’s primarily interested in Nichole, but she ain’t gonna lie Justine seems cool too.

Was turned at the age of 23 years old.

Hobbies include weightlifting, painting miniatures and homebrewing.

Her last “serious” relationship was 28 years ago.

Never really had a pet.

Fun fact: she’s tone deaf, doesn’t hate electronics but also doesn’t love ‘em.

Power Absorption is her special ability.

Being a bouncer is only a side job to support herself. She’s circled between many different security jobs like that, bodyguard, etc. (She’s really sought out, funny enough).

What she’s truly passionate about is painting. She tries to be humble about it but she’s certainly talented, not many people know about it, and the ones that do were caught by surprise, much to Ross’s confusion (sometimes the random lack of awareness of her own appearance is rather comedic). She knows she has set herself back though.

Personality wise, she plays up by her image as a way to protect herself, but she’s not what meets the eye; protective but low-key and laid-back, quick to grin and laugh but not one to shout jokes or happiness. More than willing to whisper a hilarious comment to the ear to the person closest to her, it wouldn’t be strange for you to find yourself going into a giggling fit at the most inappropriate moments. All that needs to happens is for her to warm up to you.

When she takes things seriously though, a lack of the same treatment to the subject on hand coming from the other party will certainly grate her gears. Which may be confusing sometimes since she doesn’t entertain anything that doesn't entertain her, making her seem lazy at times.

She may know it’s naive to put her hands into the fire for someone again, but she wishes she can do so again.

Things she’s good at: reading body language, being trustworthy, lots of hands-on expressions of affection,staring contests, guitar fucking hero.

Things she’s got problems with: cooking, overindulging, persuasion, being rushed, being inside for too long, will fixate on something until she can express it, being ordered around you know she whipped if she allows so

[asleepcryptid]

Hero really only has manners when he wants to and even then he picks which ones