#shyanna

[drippin-melaninn]

Anotha Shy pic from a scrapped Render w/ Me video

CC list under cut

Genetics can be found here (and here)

Hair: @gramssims

Baby hairs: @kiegross

Lashes: Mixture of @dream-girl’s v6 and v7 lashes

Nose Ring: unknown

Lip Ring: @pralinesims

S necklace: @kikovanitysimmer

Planet necklace: @grafity-cc (iirc)

Catsuit: @b0tched-simz (iirc)

Foundation: @kikovanitysimmer

Eyeshadow: @fifthscreations

Eyeliner: mixture of two unknown eyeliners

Cheek Glow: Bubblevoid. Though it seems like all traces of their cheek glow is lost 🫠

Blush: @s-e-l-e-n-g

Lipstick: @slephora

Lipliner: @northernsiberiawinds

[djlitlife]

Shyanna Lyric - Topic

#beats

[angelsdevils]

Me thinking about my Vampire OC name Damien…

Or my

Half fairy-half vampire OC who was raised with humans Vampire Hunter Elara (or Eldric if I write story and make him a dude.)

Am I the only one who has the male and female version of the same character?

My OC Shyanna also has a male equivalent Shayan. Only character that doesn’t have a female or male counterpart is Damien my vampire.

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Seriously, none of the people that were laid off had ANY prior warning about it, they learn it on a tweet at the same time that everyone else before they started getting the dismissal emails. One of the devs that was already announced to be working on the Shyanna rework, and excitedly talked about it, was one of the affected.

So employees have to hand in a two week notice to give their employers a nice big cushion to get used to them, but employers can just push a button to ruin someone's life. Sounds fair.

[nicky35]

You think shyanna at 3 then? Idk what other picks they have

i think at this point, paige is automatic one, and it's looking like olivia two. chicago's biggest need is a real pg and their options are basically shy, rori, georgia, and paopao. has less to with one of them being the third best in the class and more to do with pgs being the most needed position in this particular draft.

[vandervoortstudio]

Myha’la @mmyhala for Marie Claire @marieclairemag /

Photography Andy Jackson @anndyjackson / Style Aryeh Lappin @aryehlappin / Hair + satin bow cap Cody Ainey @codyaainey / Make up Shyanna @shyannalundi / Nails Nori @nailnori /

[coloradocowgirl3754]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: COPY - THE SHYANNA PRINTED RAYON GAUZE CROP TOP NWT.

[haleyincarnate]

Excerpt from a poem by Shyanna Mutz

[herculeangame]

Homeward Bound: A Rahul snippet

Silent raindrops gather on the window of the bouncing carriage, and Rahul traces a finger on the tinted glass, mindlessly freezing them as he passes over them.  It’s been a long trip from Steyorn down the coast, and the finish line is in sight.

Mohaj is a bright coastal town, right on the sea, and even as the gloomy rain clouds darken the sky, the white and bright blue of the buildings lining the streets stand out stark against the dark. Rahul steps out of the carriage, pulling his scarf over his head to protect himself from the rainfall and shouldering his small bag before heading through the harborside marketplace.

Though it’s dark and rainy, some stalls are still open, though most are closing down for the night.  The smell of fresh bread fills Rahul’s nose as he passes the bakery, just at the end of the market, and he stops briefly to enjoy the familiar scent.

“Rahul?  Is that you?”  An old woman’s voice breaks through the steady drone of rain and Rahul’s thoughts.

He shakes his head and focuses on it, squinting through the darkness.  “Anita?” he asks as he moves closer.  “It’s so good to see you!”

A broad smile spreads across Anita’s face and she tries to lunge forward to wrap him in a hug, but she bumps into the display table in front of her, knocking a few bottles of spices and herbs down.

Rahul catches them with magic before they hit the ground, chuckling at Anita’s surprised gasp as he places them back where they belong.  Anita settles for taking Rahul’s hand in both of hers and looks him over, gaze pausing on his false leg for the briefest of moments.

Rahul adjusts his stance, moving the leg out of her line of sight.  He’s had enough of the pitied stares he receives at the palace, he doesn’t need them here, not at home.  “I should get going,” he starts and the way Anita’s face twists in embarrassment makes his chest tight.  Not much brings him shame, but being pitied like this makes him feel broken.

“At least take some bread with you,” Anita says, reaching over to the covered loaves in a box behind her.  “I know your parents would appreciate the help.”

Rahul quirks a questioning brow at her but accepts the bread without a word, nodding his farewell as he travels through the quiet rainy marketplace without further incident.

It’s been years since he’s walked these streets,  but his feet know their path without even thinking.  He lets his mind wander as he walks, fighting the urge to raise his head and lower his hood; in the dark and increasing downpour, there’s nothing to see.  But he knows the houses he passes, can remember that moon-shaped crack in walkway of the tailor’s shop--and he smiles at that particular memory.  He and his siblings used to be the terror of the town.  Little lovable menaces.  He idly wonders if his little brother still has a scar from falling and making that crack.

As though his memory comes to life, he hears his brother call out to him, and when he looks up, he realizes where he’s standing.   Home.

“Farid, what are you doing out there?  Close that door this instant!”

Rahul’s eyes widen at the voice coming from inside, a little more haggard than he remembers, but familiar all the same.  

Farid stands in the doorway, no longer a little brother.  He’s nearly towering over Rahul now, though his is not a menacing silhouette: all long and gangly teenage limbs.  “Why are you here?” he asks, pulling the door shut behind him.

Rahul isn’t fazed by his brother’s coldness.  He holds out the bread Anita gave him, almost as a peace offering.  “Can we at least do this out of the rain?” he asks with a nod toward the door.

Farid glares but finally nods, quickly stepping inside and leaving Rahul a small gap to squeeze through before shutting the door again.  

As he lowers his scarf and his eyes adjust to the light, Rahul is taken aback at the sight of his childhood home.  Dev, his older father, is moving between makeshift beds set up in the small central living area.  Sprawled on the beds, he can see the frail figures of his mother and youngest brother and sister.  Quiet whimpers and coughs are interrupted by gentle hushing and cooing, and when Rahul enters the room proper, he sees his other mothers helping Dev care for everyone.

“What happened?” Rahul finds himself asking before even thinking about speaking.

Several heads snap in his direction, and Dev glares daggers at him, rising and looming in front of him in an instant.  “Why are you here?”  His tone sends chills down Rahul’s spine, but Rahul stands his ground.

“What happened?” he repeats, straightening up.  His nose barely reaches Dev’s shoulder, but he still feels more powerful at his full height.

“What do you care, city boy?” Dev reaches out as though he wants to shove Rahul, but he clenches his hands into fists and lowers them.  As he spots the bread in Rahul’s hands, his eyes flash with anger.  “You think you’re going to just swoop in and save the day?  You haven’t been here for years.  You do not get to come back and be the hero.  This is not--”

“Stop!” Rahul shouts, and an awkward silence settles over the house.  “I didn’t come back for some prodigal son bullshit!”  He shoves the bread at Dev and steps back, taking a calming breath and hiding his hands behind his back, unsure if everyone can see the flicker of flame he’s sure has built with his anger.  “I have an important position in court; I don’t get enough time off to come visit.  I only could this time...” he trails off, shuffling his feet, hoping to draw attention to his leg.  

Dev seems to scoff at the sight of the false leg.  “Magic has done nothing but take from this family.  Why should I feel bad that your choices have harmed you?” His voice is low and cold and he turns away from Rahul to face his sick family.  “Hira did this to us.  Trying to be like you.  Using magic she does not understand.”  When he turns back around, his gaze is hard but his eyes are glassy as he holds back tears.  “You have poisoned us.  For the last time.  Do not return here.”

“Dev, he’s still your son,” Sarita, one of the mothers, argues.  She rises to stand, taking Dev’s hand with pleading eyes.  They have a silent conversation, Dev finally withering under her gaze, and she turns to Rahul, placing a hand on his arm.  “You will always have a place here.”

Rahul pulls free from her grip.  “He’s not the only one to hold such a low opinion of me.  Hira is old enough to go to Ikrarius now.  Or send her to one of the smaller schools closer to home.  But she has magic and she needs to learn to control it.”  He turns away from her sighing sadly and squaring his shoulders.  “Just...take care of her,” he says over his shoulder before pulling up his scarf and heading back out into the growing storm, not looking back.

[divinebeauties]

Tatiana Elizabeth  //  skinBUTTR.com

[drippin-melaninn]

Genuinely in love w/ this one tho the other photos were trash

CC list under cut (quite a few personal edits this time, might not find exactly what you’re looking for)

As per usual, genetics are here

Hair: @itsbrandysims

Nails: @indisim

Outfit: @savage-sims

Tights: @magic-bot

[angelsdevils]

I will not apologize for the amount of WIP I have and need to bring back as I start new ones. :3

Title: Cursed Connections Synopsis:

Fate could be cruel and sadistic, especially when the concept of soulmates reigns supreme. At the age of 18, every individual receives their soulmate mark, a symbol etched upon their wrist that binds them to their destined partner in life.

For most, the discovery of their soulmate brings unparalleled joy and fulfillment. But for those who dare to defy fate, the consequences are dire. Rejection of one's soulmate doesn't just result in heartache; it inflicts a lifetime of anguish and torment. What happens when Shyanna find out that fate had played a cruel trick on her? And her soulmate isn't exactly who she had expected?

[sashleysowder]

LIFE STORY PART 1-

My full name is Shyanna Ashley Sowder, I'm 18 years old, and I was born in Kirkland. Washington. Since the day I was born my life was tough. I was born into a family who didn't love me or took care of my brother Chad and I. My birth mom and dad were alcoholics, and drug addicts. When I was not even born yet my mom decided drugs, and drank alcohol while pregnant with me. That caused me to become a drug affected baby, and I was also born addicted to meth. That basically means that if I try drugs or if I'm not careful with my intake of alcohol, then I could become the same. A drug addict, and an alcoholic. In my birth home I suffered a extreme amount of abuse and neglect. My birth dad would get drunk, would take his anger (which turned into aggression) out on Chad and I. He once slammed by head against the edge of a table when I was just a baby. Taking everything out on kids who cannot defend themselves. All we could do was sit there, and take it. Our birth mom could not help us or she would receive the same treatment from him as well. We didn't have the food we needed. We didn't have toys. We didn't have cribs, just a blanket on the floor. They didn't change my diapers, so that caused me to have rashes all over my body. The environment was not safe because it had drugs everywhere, in easy access for Chad and I. We were left home alone often, and when we were not we were left with a 16 year old sex offender. One day I was sitting on the balcony of our apartment, and the next door neighbor saw me. They witnessed me covered in rashes and bruises, and with zero supervision. They called the authorities, and shorty after cops showed up at the apartment. Looking at us, looking at the environment, you could see the danger and the abuse and neglect that took place. CPS should have taken us right then and there, but they didn't. They decided to give my parents another chance which turned into chance after chance. It took for them to find Chad and I covered in meth, to finally take us. We were then put into the foster system. Going from foster home to foster home. A majority of the families only wanted me just because I was a baby, they didn't want Chad because of his developmental disabilities. The system said that won't work out because they wanted us to stick together. I guess that was a bad and a good idea at the same time. At the age of two, and when Chad was four, we finally got adopted. We got put into a family that consisted of a single mom who had a son, and two daughters. The first years of my life were pretty good, and seemed normal. Our family seemed to be happy or happier. We were frequently taking family vacations to places all over. My adoptive mom was happy, and was involved as a single mother to five kids. Everything changed in the blink of an eye when I was eleven years old. I still not answer my question of "why?" I don't know what I could have possibly done for her to treat me the way she treats me now. She became verbally and physically abusive, but I feel like words hurt more. She was never involved anymore unless you count her taking her anger out on me whenever she needs to. She can always count on me for that. I was not strong enough to fight back 'till I was older, nor did I have the guts to. But one day it came to the point where I either do, or I lose my life. I remember that she tried choking me to death one time, and I punched her to get her off and away from me. She went in her room, and came out with scratches on her arm that I didn't put there. She called the police and told them "I just attacked her out of the blue", and that she "does not feel safe". They sent me to the psych unit at Seattle Children's Hospital, and I stayed there for about a week. I was not ready to let go of my life that day. I wasn't ready to die. I finally fought back for something nobody should have to fight for ever. Do you know who did not feel safe that day? Me. I knew that it was just the beginning of a new life full of hell. To be continued....

Logan, Utah 2021

[danjaley]

While Shyanna was at work at the hospital, Hosterling and Merving were creative at home.

[coloradocowgirl3754]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: THE SHYANNA PRINTED RAYON GAUZE CROP TOP & PANTS NWT.

[canada4news]

13-year-old Indigenous girl has been missing since Jan. 28

13-year-old Indigenous girl has been missing since Jan. 28

Article content Montreal police have turned to the public for help locating 13-year-old Shyanna Cecire, who was last seen in Dorval six days ago. Shyanna is an Indigenous anglophone who has black hair and brown eyes. She stands 4-feet-7-inches tall, weighs about 140 pounds and has a birthmark on her right arm. When last seen, she was wearing a long-sleeved black sweater, black sweat pants and…