#CH Skins

[lamorgh]

# Look 1089 *

❀• C R E D I T S •❀ basics: Avalon Head 3.1 by Lelutka/ Mesh Body Lara 5.3 by Maitreya/ Lydia hair by Magika skin: [CHSkins] – SCARLET (tone 104 cleavage) – @ Mainstore eyes: enLight – Zora eyes C – @ Mainstore jewellery: [Heartsdale Jewellery] – Boho Beach Collection – New @ Mainstore dress: Have Unequal – Gabi dress – Exclusive @ Fameshed (till October 27th)

[galedekarios]

Yes, my love?

[sigskk]

speaking of skk i like to think they're bluffing actually.

dead apple? "there's no way that roach [dazai] is actually dead." (does not know ANYTHING) (did not even question if he was) (something's wrong and it's always dazai's fault. he's fine)

meursault? "oh yeah i knew chuuya was a vampire the whole time" (did not know Jack Shit) (chuuya wouldnt let himself be reduced to something so inhuman. he's fine)

[courtneyyhate]

𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝑷𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒔 𝑮𝒖𝒛𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 “𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒏” 𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒎 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖

[cruxsims]

Keqing head accessories

Keqing's head accessories (bow+metal piece) now compatible with evoxyr's Keqing hair! I've also made the ribbons of her Opulent Splendor skin compatible w it and you can get them here.

INFO:

BGC

all LODs

made for fem frame, not locked for masc frame

only one swatch, could add more if people are interested

converted from Genshin Impact

[DOWNLOAD] [TOU]

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[harbingersecho]

I don't feel pain I never escape I'm under the bed I'm licking the floor

[hannahssimblr]

At the tail end of the day as the crowds thin out and the shops begin to close their shutters I suggest that it’s time to get back on the road. The girls grumble about it. There is still heat in the sun and while we were all having a nice conversation on the grass, I think it'd be best to get home before I’m worn out and too tired to drive. It’s been a long day already, as fun as it's been.

“Well, fine,” Jen struggles to her feet, “but I need to find a toilet before I go anywhere.”

“You should have a posh wee then,” I say, “We should all go.”

Years ago I learned the power of strolling into an establishment with the confidence of someone who deserves to be there, and because the toilets in five star hotels are better than the ones you have to pay fifty cent to use in the shopping centre across the road, those are the ones we prefer to use.

The strategy is so simple. With enough blind confidence once can stride right into the Shelbourne Hotel, past the doorman with his little top hat on him, use their toilets and their thick paper hand towels and then leave like a bandit. It turns the act of doing a piss into something with all the dangerous excitement of a bank heist. 

Evie doesn’t know what a posh wee is yet, so we decide it's best to show her. So with her hand clasped in Jen’s we hurry down the road, and slow to a casual stroll as we ascend the steps of the hotel.

I know the Shelbourne, I’ve been here enough times especially for the toilets, and other times to have awkward lunch with my maternal grandmother who would always make sure to tell me I was scruffy and make comments about how my sister was badly behaved for asking for crayons at the table. There was a family wedding here once too, of some cousin or something, at which I stuck my arm into the chocolate fountain and got it all over my sleeve. My dad had to strip me off in the men's bathroom so we could wash my shirt in the sink in front of the old guys using the urinals. 

Evie evidently has no history with this place. For a few stunned seconds she stands in the centre of the foyer, her body reflected in the gleaming marble floor and stares, and stares and stares at the chandeliers, the gilded mirrors, the extravagant bouquets of flowers with her mouth open in a little o, frozen with the shock of the luxury. 

“Evie,” Jen says gently, “The toilets are this way.”

“Oh, okay,” she lands back on earth, “I’m coming.”

“Wait until you feel their paper towels,” Jen holds the door open for Evie as they slip inside the ladies room, “I've a feeling they’ll change your life.”

They’re a while in there, so while I wait I wander around the hotel a bit. I peek into the dining room where what seems like hundreds of the country's most elderly are seated for dinner, then the lounge, where a jazz band is setting up, and finally I wander up the stairs and start opening and closing various doors just to see what’s behind them. It’s mainly empty conference rooms containing nothing remotely exciting whatsoever.

Until, on the opposite side of the landing, I spot a woman in a red dress coming through a set of double doors. Behind her the ballroom is alive with lights, music, clinking glassware and then it's all gone again behind the sweep of a door.

The girls are finishing up their posh wee as I'm coming back down the stairs, then, pausing at the bottom I blurt out “I found something.”

Jen scrunches up her face, “Oh God.” She follows me anyway, Evie in tow and trailing behind me as I dash back to the landing, following that muffled sound of music all the way to the ballroom doors. 

I ease one door open with my shoulder and let a shaft of light leak out onto the carpet. 

Evie’s eyes widen, “Wha-”

I shush her sharply, “Don’t ask, just come in,” I step aside and usher them in ahead of me, then we are standing inside witnessing the full spectrum of the extravagance, disco lights thrown over their faces, Evie's, stunned, Jen's miffed. She grabs my arm and hisses at me, “Jude! This is someone’s wedding party.” As if I somehow didn't know it already.

“Don’t worry about it,” I stroll over to a table of champagne and snatch two glasses for them, contemplating, only as a man in a crisp tailored suit eyes me disdainfully, that I might be pushing the whole ‘you can get away with anything if you’re confident enough’ thing a step too far. Oh well, I’ll just see how long it takes to get kicked out. 

I pass the glasses to the girls, and when a smartly dressed, penguin of a waiter with a plate of vol au vents comes close enough for me to take one in each hand. I might as well enjoy something free. I stuff them into my mouth one after the other like a starving dog, not sure if I even really taste them.  

“Are you supposed to be here?” Some middle aged woman says to me, getting way too close. 

“Yeah,” I reply, and stare back at her until she goes away. 

After wiping pastry crumbs off my face, I approach Evie, who has both hands on the stem of her champagne flute, gazing around the room with big inquisitive eyes. 

“What do you think?”

“A bit fancy, the whole thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

A smile, “The champagne is really nice though.”

“Is it?” I catch myself hoping that she offers me a sip from her glass, even after the long, intensive and graphic discussion I had with my dad about what would happen to me and my car if I ever got behind the wheel after drinking. Still, the bubbles in the glass rise so enticingly to the surface.

“Do you feel weird being here?” I ask her.

“Like, in the wrong outfit?”

“I suppose.”

She raises one shoulder in a shrug, “Maybe, it’s mostly funny though, isn’t it?”

“I would agree.”

“I'm surprised we've not been chucked out.”

“We will be, soon.”

The band kicks off into a cover of an Elvis song that aunt Maureen used to blast in the kitchen when she was doing a deep clean. With all of the fancy people in their finest outfits swaying unrhythmically on the dance floor, I decide that what would make the situation much funnier is if we were there among them, shorts and t-shirts and dirty white runners. 

“Where’s Jen? Jen!” I pull her away from a conversation she’s having with an old woman who seems confused about her appearance, “You’re dancing with me now.”

“Are you drunk? You’re hardly drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. Hey! You too,” and with a hand on Evie’s shoulder I march her onto the dancefloor. She’s giggling the whole way. 

“Wait, wait,” she leaves her glass onto a table and I pick it up for one sip, that’s all. She was right, it’s really nice champagne.

“Are you making me dance?”

“Shh, yes, wouldn’t you like to say that you danced in the ballroom of the Shelbourne?”

“Yeah I’ll call my mother straight away and tell her the good news. She'll be so proud of me.”

“Do you like Elvis?” holding both of her hands in mine I spin her in a wild circle, accidentally bumping her into someone else, and she gasps, “sorry! Sorry! That was an accident!” Then to me, “I don’t know, I haven’t decided.”

“If you like Elvis?” I didn’t really intend to dance with her, but here we are. I don't let go.

“I don’t think about him in terms of like or dislike, or whatever. He’s just… himself, like.”

“Suppose he is, yeah.”

We are dancing with so little grace that it ought to be humiliating, yet she’s smiling with delight at the silliness of this moment, and the coloured lights bounce over her face in a way that would be so nice to paint. I crash her into someone else, then immediately leap backwards onto some man’s foot.

“Sorry, man.”

“Excuse me, are you even supposed to be here?”

“I'm a cousin.”

The chorus kicks in and I sing it at Evie with tone deaf enthusiasm in my best Elvis voice, “Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir, uh huh! You light my morning sky burnin’ luh-uh-uve.”

I catch her eye the moment that her laugh fades and her face takes on a different look, one I've recognised in other people, and for one fraction of a second as I look back my brain tries to formulate a thought, or at least the beginning of one.

If I wanted to, I could-

Nope. Not interested.

I release her immediately and whirl around to dance with Jen instead.

“What's wrong with you?” She says the moment she sees my face.

“Me? Nothing. What's wrong with you?”

“I'm fine. Why do you look liked you've stopped having fun all of a sudden?”

“I haven't at all.”

“Then why are you looking all intense?”

“Hm? Who's intense?”

“You!”

“Dunno, Jen, too many questions,” I attempt to dip her but she resists with a squeal, and thankfully, it's just about enough to distract her.

From nothing, that is. Because nothing is happening. Nobody is intense except the guy on stage, singing Elvis like his life depends on it, and I am being completely normal.

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[deonideatta]

The tag reached number 2 on trending lol

[incorrect-outlander-quotes]

Jamie: So, where it says Describe Your Ideal Career, you’ve just drawn a picture of a snail. Ian: Yeah.

[tyrannuspitch]

You're so right about your takes on the horse myth and MCU!Loki aborting that it. It does frustrate me a bit when MCU!Loki's motherly out of a sudden in fics that adapted some of the mythology. The way I interpret him, I can't see him having a biological child willingly after the events of T1 (cue his intense self-hatred and issues), and if he had a kid it'd be one he found amidst devastation (just like he was).

Yes exactly!! Honestly, I feel like post-T1 Loki's self-loathing and alienation from his body are bad enough that he might struggle even to be sexually active (not that it's exactly his priority in canon lol), so the idea of him intentionally having biological children is just... wild to me.

But also, while this isn't a subject I seek out... In my limited experience, people often seem to make it happen *pre-canon*? And I can't see that happening *either*.

The thing is... Thor and Loki are young. They are, just about, adults, but the fact remains that they're living with their parents, subject to their parents' authority, and acting quite a lot like overgrown teenagers. They're reckless young warriors trying to make a name for themselves by risking their lives on a regular basis. Nothing about how they act suggests that they yet want, or consider themselves ready for, children of their own.

Also, from a Doylist perspective, the story is so much About Family, and the characters are so defined by their roles as Mother, Father, Elder Son, and Younger Son that giving one of the sons children of his own out of the blue throws everything off.

To be fair, I think most people who give Loki a secret pre-canon spouse and/or children know that this is a drastic reframing of the character. It's just that they're interested in that reframing, and I'm not.

And as for the "motherly" thing... well.

For one thing, I really don't like how widespread it is to refer to Loki as a "mother" *purely* because they've written him carrying children. "But it's because Loki's genderfluid!" Then call Loki "she" and "woman" too, cowards! A self-identified man who reluctantly adopts the term mother because it's allegedly biologically accurate isn't genderfluid representation, it's bioessentialism.

And the actual "motherly" (gentle, caring, etc) side of things... Yeah, I can't really see that either. Like, sure, Loki is a complicated character. He IS a lot more affectionate and protective than his surface-level characterisation suggests, so it's not like it's 100% baseless. But it still won't feel right to me unless the complexity is retained.

For one thing, there's the Jotun self-(and-other-)loathing. And for another... Loki hates vulnerability. He hates feeling tied to anyone else. He has pre-existing trauma with his body being altered against his will. He had pre-existing baggage about gender non-conformity (as something he's probably been both punished for and threatened with). Pregnancy will be nightmarish for Loki. I can't imagine him choosing not to have an abortion... so I can't imagine him being pregnant willingly. It could be force, or it could just be bad luck, but it won't be a happy story.

I do think it could be in character (and interesting!) for him to be reluctantly fond of a (potential) child... but in a very conflicted way where his aversion to that affection borders on horror. It's a huge part of Loki's character that he loves people he wishes he didn't love, and that he's trying and failing to escape his family bonds. An unwanted pregnancy is just another layer of that, and will make all his problems worse. This story wants to be horror! Make it horror!!!

...

All complaints aside, I do enjoy the idea of Loki adopting an abandoned child. (Especially if they're old enough to talk and be a nuisance at the point when he adopts them.) I think we might still need a bit of narrative coercion / forced proximity to make it happen, but I think he's much more likely to be willing if his own anatomy is not involved.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Oh really Akutagawa? Really? Literally explain what would have saved Dazai from gunfire here? I'm listening.

[lamorgh]

# Look 1084 *

❀• C R E D I T S •❀ Basics: Avalon Head 3.1 by Lelutka / Mesh Body Lara 5.3 by Maitreya Skin: [CHSkins] – EMILY Golden Head skin – @ Mainstore Hair: WINGS  – ES0730 Grays & Browns Gloves: Shiny Things – Ori Gloves – Exclusive @ Ritual Event (till Oct 12th) Nails: .:LUNA:. Body Art – There’s always hope – Exclusive and 25%OFF @ Rock your Rack Necklace: Spells & Charms – Asteria – Exclusive @…

[vroomian]

Guys. You have no idea how badly I want to write the last chapter of bbp. I have an absolutely heart wrenching scene between Aizen and masa that explains some Werid things a few readers have noticed and my brain is going !!!!!!!!!!! About it!

[nevalizona]

I hate knowing we're probably gonna have to wait until Thursday to know if Bubba's getting a new cosmetic this patch or not... I know two are in the works, I just hope we're seeing one sooner than later...

[shadowglens]

i was tagged by @mrdekarios to make some ocs in this picrew, tysm ambie oxox! tagging @fenharel, @faerune, @malefiicarum, @rosykims, @arborstone, @risingsh0t, @leviiackrman, @envergothash, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @calenhads, @zahra-hydris, @chuckhansen, @marivenah, @solasan, @elliewilliums & you!

🌿 NUALA (dai) • 🕯️SAELLA (hotd) 🩸CRESSIDA (bg3) • 🌸 ISADORA (bg3) ☀️ OLYMPIA (bg3) • ❄️ VALJIA (wow)

[cruxsims]

Opulent Splendor bows

Keqing's hair ribbons from her Opulent Splendor splendor skin now compatible with @evoxyr's Keqing hair! You can get the hair accessories of her default skin here

INFO:

BGC

all LODs

made for fem frame, not locked for masc frame

only one swatch, could add more if people are interested

converted from Genshin Impact

[DOWNLOAD] [TOU]

looking for more genshin cc? check out this list!