#work: sidera

[shoshiwrites]

Meet The OCs — Christina Church

The only child of a professor father and socialite mother, Christina is an art history graduate student overseas with the MFAA. She's thinking about what she wants for her future, and following in her father's shadow isn't it. A quiet moment beside the water leads to a trade of sorts between herself and a fellow artist. 

Christina was written for the 2023 Blind Dates event. She can be found here on Tumblr and here on Ao3. Her tag also includes some postwar prompts.

[creatorbiaze]

i shall forever continue trying to improve my art & character design until multiple people tell me a character of mine is pretty

at least 1 character I've drawn is supposed to be canonically pretty but very few people say they are

[lios-archive]

made an Aphrodite's Child meme since I've never seen one on Tumblr and they slapped

[eljeebee]

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Homophobia

Vanderburg Twin seen Cheating from His Commoner Boyfriend

These are the words sitting in front of Dowager Duchess Margaux.

On her screen, a picture of her son, chatting with a woman on a pub probably around Foxbury. They were quite close in the photograph. She thinks they were about to hug, or had just hugged, but she could see the body language–none of them had tense shoulders, and none of them wore an awkward smile.

She rubbed her temple. What gave her a pounding headache was the tabloid’s assumptions of her son dating a commoner boyfriend–Louie Davis, the twins’ friend.

Every showbiz news network, news site–whatever–speculated that he and Louie were dating, as the paparazzi had taken quite a few pictures of them together when their friend group were out, when they were still at high school. Her private secretaries spent a lot of time giving the networks kill orders to kill every picture of the children, especially the photographs of Louie and Seamus “together”, on a reason stating that they were minors, and scared the networks that they could be sued by the parents for taking their photos without their consent. They made sure they never mentioned Mousse’s relationship status.

She even sent a peace offering to Louie’s parents, some new set of high-quality pots and pans for the father, a new handbag for the mother, and a new dress for Sidera Harper–Louie’s girlfriend.

Louie has a girlfriend, for Watcher’s sake.

Bernie entered the room, slamming the door. She could see him stressed. Obviously.

“This is why I told him to release a statement!” He almost growled. “The family never batted an eye when they said he’s gay. But I know the Queen Mother was disappointed.”

“Didn’t stop her from showing her favoritism to the twins, though,” Penny pointed out.

“Yes, Penny,” Bernie exasperatedly sighed. “But the disappointment is there. Did you see how she’s preferring Julie more than her brother?”

“Or maybe,” Penny rolled her eyes, “Julie is the Duchess so she’s more focused on her?”

Bernie exhaled. His heated glare targeted the ceiling, “Look,” he looked back at her, “the family is giving me shit right now–excuse me, Your Grace–they don’t like the cheating allegations. They can leave the boy be and be gay than see him as a cheater. He is considered his father’s spitting image, and they would hate it if he’s painted as an adulterer!”

Penny scoffed, “What, you’d rather have the family be homophobic than give you shit about a cheating scandal?” “What? No!” Bernie let out a noise of frustration. “Look at Prince Gerard and Mr. Simon, since when did the family release their disappointment?”

“Obviously not publicly. Prince Gerard and his husband stepping down from royal duties, retiring from his senior royal work, and moving to Starlight Shores is very telling. And don’t reason with me with Milo and Ramon Perez. The family doesn’t mind them– don’t care even –they’re distant relatives of the household. They’re far away from the throne, Bernie. As long as it’s not the main family, not from the line of King Pierce, they’re fine with it, because it doesn’t steal the show, doesn’t steal the limelight, doesn’t tamper royal values.”

Penny pointed a finger to Bernie. If he was near, Margaux knew the younger secretary would shove him with it, “That’s how homophobic they are.”

“Enough, you two!” Margaux raised her voice. “Let’s not put the blame on my son here.”

“That’s not what I – ”

She held her hand as she stood up from her seat. Bernie closed his mouth.

“What we’re going to do is fix this. You will drive to Foxbury, get my twins, their friends, including this girl, and we will debrief them. From there, we will ask Mousse to release a statement, which includes clarification on why he never spoke before–force him if need be, and then we will have Julie release a statement that shows support,” she motioned to Penny, “which includes a picture of their friend group, with Louie and Sidera together– take note of this –and my son and this girl sitting beside each other. Stage them to be as intimate as possible, have him sling an arm around her waist–anything. That will shut them up.”

“Excellent idea, my lady.”

“And if this doesn’t work?”

“Then we face the wrath of the Queen Mother.”

Seamus spared a quick glance to Bea, who stood beside him, helping him with his presentation.

Lou? He recalled the conversation he and Louie had. How did you know you…liked…Sid?

Louie had whipped his head to face him so fast Seamus had almost laughed. Dude…

He had sighed. I don’t know Louie. I thought of Bea as a friend, but I’m starting to see something more. I can no longer see her as a friend. Every night I think about her, her voice, her laughs, the way she speaks. The way she smartly answers our professors, the way she handles her fans inside the campus, telling them to move their asses away and not disturb her education…I always look forward to seeing her, Lou, but I’m also nervous when I’m about to see her. I was never the one to look conscious about my appearance because everyone finds me handsome anyway –

– Woooow. You sounded like a prick there. Louie had laughed at him.

Seamus had chuckled at this, and then continued, When I’m with her, I always find myself worrying about how I look. Do I look good? I’ve asked the girls about it. Julie always says yes, and Sid just gave me a thumbs up. My confidence spikes–until I see her.

Yeah, and you buy the magazine that has her at the cover, Louie had teased him by adding another thing that he’s so embarrassed to admit.

Seamus remembered giving him a look. He also remembered Louie stuck his tongue out to tease him more.

Anyway, his friend had patted him on the back firmly. You’ve fallen in love, my boy.

And back to the present. This is why she’s here. He invited her under the pretense of asking her help. Honestly, he can breeze through this presentation with how inspired he is.

He’s going to confess to Bea. Right here. Right now.

“Bea– ”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

He tried not to click his tongue. Smiling at Bea, he said, “I’ll get it.”

As soon as he opened the door, in came Louie, pushing Seamus back into his room, and kicking the door closed. He looks worried.

“Nobody freak out,” Louie said, but it looked like he said that for himself.

Worry etched on Bea’s face. “What’s going on?”

“Girl, I said, don’t freak out!” Louie let out a sound that made Seamus almost laugh.

“No one’s freaking out but you, Lou. What’s up?” Seamus chuckled.

“There’s…” Louie gulped. “There’s paparazzi outside our door!”

They jogged down the stairs, and when the paparazzi noticed them through the glass windows of their door, they pounded, demanding them to step outside. It was locked, luckily, and Seamus is sure they wouldn’t break the window–no one really liked to pay property damage.

“Juls,” Louie said to his phone, “lock your front door. Do not go out. Your brother and I will handle this.”

Seamus heard him. What his sister said, he doesn’t know, as Louie had immediately dropped the call.

“What should we do?” his friend asked. “Should we call Mr. Braxton?”

Seamus thought for a moment. He’d hate to have Bernie here. He’s going to give him one hell of a lecture. You should’ve released a statement a long time ago!

“I’ll go out and talk,” he finally said. “Just a quick announcement…”

“I’ll go with you,” Louie firmly nodded.

“Then I’ll go as well,” Bea added.

“Are you sure?” Louie asked, worried. “I think it’s safe for you to stay inside.”

Bea looked at Seamus. He sighed and gave her a small smile. “Okay, but if it gets too much, Louie will bring you inside, alright?”

“Lord Seamus! Is it true you’re cheating with your boyfriend?”

“Mr. Davis, how do you feel that he’s cheating with that girl right beside you?”

“Seriously? I have a girlfriend!” Louie scowled.

Seamus whispered back to him, “That’s the first and last reaction you’ll give them. Let me handle this.”

Louie shared a glance with Bea. She nodded at him, before looking down at her feet to avoid the paparazzi. Louie rubbed the back of his neck.

Seamus saw his sister and Sid watching through the windows of their door. He knows what she’s thinking. Don’t. He looked away.

“I’m here to confirm one thing,” Seamus started, and the commotion stopped. The journalists waited. He continued, “Bea and I…” he glanced at her. I’ll have to confess this way. I’m sorry.

“We’re dating. The cheating allegations are not true–never is, never was. No relationship before Bea. My sister and I are dear friends of Louie, and his girlfriend, Ms. Harper. I have been silent to the media for many years, even when you assumed my orientation, as I believed that leaving you be is enough, and not engaging with your behavior will keep my family safe. As I’m seeing right now, it’s not. You’re putting my friends at risk. Now, I suggest you leave, before we call the campus security.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the journalists started speaking over each other. A cacophony of more questions. Seamus turned on his heel, pulling Bea with him, and on cue, Louie followed suit, shielding them as they went back inside. He elbowed some journalists away, then quickly closed the door behind him, locking it.

“I’ll call Bernie,” Seamus said, exhaling. “Call security, please.”

Louie nodded.

Seamus looked at Bea. He doesn’t know what to make of her expression. He understood why she was angry. She should be. He should’ve confessed to her first before publicizing that they’re dating.

“We’ll talk after this,” Bea finally said.

There goes my confession.

I've asked some friends to beta read the first part of the update, namely Margaux and her conversation with her private secretaries, so I'd like to thank: @systsim, @novac2281, @plasmadaze, @authorspirit, and @changingplumbob. Thank you for your feedback 🩷

[the-fox-and-the-shadow]

"Huh ... Sidera, where the fuck did you get us this time?"

"Haha! Don't you worry, my dear! This'll be quite fun~"

Our favorite Parasitic Fox and Shadow Ruler seem to have found themselves in a predicament... They're stuck in Yokohama, in an unfamiliar universe, thanks to Sidera's tomfoolery.

With only a mild concept of how things work here thanks to Vizerxa's research, let's see how they fare....

Vizerxa Mortem

Sidera Noctis

OORP

« This is Mystic, the admin! Welcome!

pfp closeups

I got bored and threw Sidera and Vizerxa into the bsd universe lol. They have very limited knowledge of the universe and how it works, so feel free to confuse them as much as you want, and send basically any asks you want!

Also, I'd like to mention real quick; Sidera is... Sidera... but there is not & will not be anything romantic between Vizerxa & Sid, and they have a rather... harsh history. I'd much prefer they not be shipped w/ eachother.

Sidera also wont reciprocate any romantic feelings to anyone, and sometimes just flirt out of boredom. One-sided things are fine, though.

Vizerxa can be in romantic pairings, but it'll take a long while for her to openly reciprocate.

[ffladieszine]

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[sp00kymulderr]

5th Nov.

This week has been fucking weird. I don't want to go in to detail but the mental health was not it. But then the last couple days have been ??? oddly good. Thanks a lot to this place, this community. Idk. I'm not much of a good at talking to people person but there's just something about people in this fandom that makes life feel alright. I'm obsessed w you guys honestly 💕

I didn't do much this week. I got ghosted. I went to a Rammstein tribute. I ran around the park with my nephew. I had a shit few days at work but what's that but normal right now?

I've read some good good stuff this week.

Who would I be without mentioning into the beat of the night chapter one - transmission by @perotovar - one chapter in and this fic is already everything to me ❤️

Every Colour Illuminates by @the-blind-assassin-12 was a beautiful way to start my week off, a gorgeous read.

Not a fic, but this Self Care with Dieter & Jett post really put me on a good track after some bad days. Thank you @morallyinept

And because I didn't post my recs last week I have have to mention two fics by @covetyou which changed me fundamentally: Send in the Clown

open hand or closed fist would be fine (I'm reading the rest of swat now and um wow 😮)

Lo, how can i convince you to write a bravo the clown fisting fic?!?!

I actually posted quite a lot this week??? somehow??? The notes are shockingly low and tbh I nearly deleted one of these the day after posting but I am resisting and trying to remain proud that I even wrote anything.

I finally posted Our House of Flames pt 3 - Afterburn which I my ongoing 4 part Joel series. Great if you like grief and misery and guilt lmao.

Put up chapter one of Lucida Sidera, my Ezra series featuring my first original character! This fic is an update of something I first plotted and posted in 2019 and has a special place in my heart.

And I also posted these Pedro boy gender and sexuality headcanons!

Tomorrow I have a job interview…I'm not sure how I feel about it yet, but I do need a new job and this one helps me stay in a similar position to what I'm in now. The rest of the week is lacking in any plans bc I’m boring, but I'll definitely be back at the gym and I'm starting a new program so maybe I'll get back into heavy deadlifts since I haven't done any in a few weeks!

Also writing, with hopes to publish a dirty Joel oneshot and possibly a Dieter thing if I can get my act together!

Love you guys. Thanks for the things you do. You're incredible 🩷✨🩷✨

[wildegeist-old]

After wrestling with composer's block for months and not being able to do much, I revisited a track I'd been working on before and now it sounds WAY different than what it was earlier. Definitely happy with the direction it's going in though, feel like I had some breakthroughs. So here's a lil piece of it that I was especially having fun with.

It's Sableheart related, with some very modified motifs from Arctos's theme and some similar sounds and ideas at play.

[pulchrasilva]

trick or treat :3

(Doing the fic writer's trick or treat ask game)

Ok so this one isn't exactly a fic but I do what I want

Anyway I noticed my OC Sidera could maybe be read as psychotic if you squint a little (a magic system which involves changing reality by believing reality already is different will do that to you lol - although I'm thinking about changing up the magic system so we'll see about that)

Another OC Ayo could be read as having OCD (again, a magic system where what you think literally could change reality will do that to you)

I might want to lean into those things further so at some point I'll be researching that and refining how the magic system works in the first place, and how that plays into and differs from real life psychosis and OCD

[phen-akism]

Get to Know Me ask meme! Kindly tagged by @hayleysayshay

Favourite colour: i really love forest greens

Currently reading: I’m currently reading “the mad house at the end of the earth”! It’s a dramatised telling of the belgicas expedition to the North Pole. I really love reading in the summer when I can

Last Series: I concurrently watch/ play lord of things. I just finished the xenoblade 3 DLC (I adored it) and good omens (very fun) and La by night season 5 (broke my heart in a good way)

Last Movie: well me and my friends ended up forgetting to bring anything to watch movies online on while on holiday out in the boonies so my most recent movie was “zootropilis” which we watched on a scratched to shit dvd that we found in our rented accommodation

Last song: a cover of “oak and ash and thorn” by “eat bake sing”

Sweet, Savoury or Spicy?: probably savoury, but I love sweets. I’m an absolute wuss with spice

Currently working on: a number of personal projects! Namely at the moment the outline for “north” which is a story about the spirit north and a kelpie to take revenge on the hunter that hunted them and bring under control norths herd of sacred deer that the hunter set stampeding across the land.

Also finally writing down my VTM v5 setting based on the Hebrides of scotland

Tagging: no pressure to do it but @sidera-resonat @commiemartyrshighschool @lowtideandhightea @well-fuck-me-son

[shoshiwrites]

The lovely @mercurygray is running Blind Dates again this year and I wanted to make it three for three! I took probably the most amount of liberties this time but also, I had fun. Meet Christina!

sidera

Sometimes she wished she were here alone. 

Not…alone alone, she thought. But free. Separate from school and her father’s name, Professor Treadwell and all of it, here on her own merits. Maybe it would mean spending less time typing up reports and getting coffee. She might as well have stayed in New York, if that was all she was going to do here in Europe.

How, she wondered. Not without Radcliffe and Girl’s Latin, certainly. And certainly not without being Frederick Church’s daughter and Forrest Church’s granddaughter. It was a fact Christina was comfortable acknowledging most days, but here it felt particularly pronounced. 

She’d managed to wheedle her way into moving east with Professor Treadwell and a small delegation while her father stayed in Paris, though it hadn’t taken much convincing. In fact, Clarence was more than happy to have her along, and had even thrown in a box of drawing pencils to sweeten the pot. The rumors about the two of them didn’t bother her as much anymore; if she could offer some kind of protection simply by being there she would, by being young and reasonably pretty, someone to fall back on. It bothered her more that he was still exactly like the rest of them, finding her more a traveling secretary than a graduate student prepared to work, and the fact that he thought she could be won over with a few Blackwing 602s and a new sketchpad.

She tapped the eraser against her lips, squinting into the sun. She wished she had colors to play with, or her camera. Her sunglasses might have also been a good choice, tucked away in her jacket pocket back at the house they were installed in. 

It wasn’t quite warm enough yet to be sunning yourself by the lake, but down the beach she could just make out a few swimmers, heads bobbing like little dots. By the time the weekend came she was sure there’d be plenty of GIs out to play with the local girls. As it stood now they were mostly around town on official business, orders Christina was unaware of, walking and marching and driving around in Jeeps with their boots up on the dashboard. These were the boys gone from New York and Boston, the trains and the highways. They’d earned this rest, and hadn’t taken too kindly to a group of professors nosing around telling them they couldn’t take souvenirs. 

She raised her shoulders and stretched, remembering her roommate’s constant entreaties about good posture. Augustine Bailey didn’t suffer fools or slouched shoulders. Well, she was Mrs. John Olson now, off and moved to Minneapolis. Christina wondered if she would appreciate a postcard.

“Penny for your thoughts?” said a voice behind her.

It took her a moment to register the face, one of the soldiers who’d been on some kind of detail a few days prior, while she’d been trailing around her group assessing statuary in Berchtesgaden. 

“It’s awfully sunny,” she said. Maybe it sounded a little more like a complaint than how she meant it, but his mouth twitched with something like a smile. 

“Not used to it?”

She thought of cold and cloudy Boston, and rainy New York. All of the sun she remembered was the golden end-of-day kind, slanting in through high windows and catching dust, the kind that you caught for five or ten minutes leaving the museum before it got dark.  “Now that you mention it, no.” 

He had no qualms about sitting himself down next to her, on the wall, his boots touching the sand where her feet barely met it. But he kept a distance. That was new, unlike many of his compatriots, the ones who got too close for comfort in the name of homesickness, who called out to her from across the cobbled streets. She peered over at him, his hands reaching into a pocket of his jacket for a small book and an even smaller pencil. A sketchbook.

He noticed her expression, and shrugged a little. “Nice spot.”

She took in again the vibrant blue-green of the water, the mountains sloping down to meet it, the cloudless sky. The half-timbered huts and houses, the windowboxes of geraniums. “It’s very picturesque.”

He laughed a little at that. “You sound disappointed.”

“Some clouds might help.”

He closed his eyes to the sun, ignoring the sunglasses attached to his front pocket, taking in the warmth. “Don’t say that.”

It was hard to make a photograph with nothing in the sky, much less a drawing. He looked to be struggling mightily with the pencil in his hand, whittled down to almost nothing. “Here,” she said, offering him hers. He stopped a second, looking at it. Her eyes fell across his hands, the few freckles dotting along the line of his thumb, across her own bare knee. 

“I can’t take that.”

“I have more,” she said, wincing a little at how it sounded. “And I’m supposed to be filing reports right now, so you’d really be doing me a favor.”

He pondered her offer. “On second thought,” he said, plucking the pencil from her hand, appraising it. “I can take that.” He looked back over at her. “But you should stay.” He held her gaze, his pause indicating a question.

“Christina,” she said. 

“Pat.”

Free of her instrument, she leaned back on her elbows on the grass, watching as he worked. Down near her feet Pat made a noise of approval. “This thing’s great.”

Maybe if she knew him better she’d make a joke about college girls, if they were students together back home. “They’re good for linework.” 

He’s curled over it, his little book, the lip of his helmet and his downcast eyes and his shoulders all in the same direction. She wants her pencil back but she’d hardly ask for it now, not to draw him so brazenly. She thinks of her textbooks and the slides her professors would show of archaeological sites in Italy and Greece, the newspaper photographs of a smoldering Berlin. She misses Manhattan, the rain-slicked streets and the Met and the Chrysler building. Like a child, she thinks. She wonders if there are still any spots open at her friend Victor’s gallery show. If her father would come. That maybe she’d be all right if she never had to think about the ancient Romans or ruinenwert ever again.

He was shading something in now, with the side of the pencil. She sat upright and peered at the paper, doing what she always hated whenever anyone did it to her. After a second he met her eyes, blue-green under light lashes. Like spruce, like the trees reflected in the lake. There was a bit of those trees in the corner, a little house. But most of the page was blades of grass and the heel of her foot, her trousers rolled up, the beginnings of her silver anklet with the little lozenge shape and chain. 

Something in her cheeks burned faintly at the sight of it; she couldn’t meet his eyes again. She continued surveying the sweep of beach, the houses across the lake. He sounded like he was trying to clear his throat, trying to act unembarrassed. “You’ll ruin your eyes like that.”

“You sound like my mother.” It was a scold Christina hadn’t heard in years, not since she was fourteen and her parents still lived in the same house. Dolores Church hadn’t held her daughter’s hobbies in any sort of esteem, much less her husband’s work. 

“Where’s she,” Pat asked. Where’s home, he meant. 

“New York.”

She wanted to return the question, but he had another. “The city?”

Some house with big windows along the Upper Hudson and all her souvenirs. Not the family brownstone, that was for sure. Christina knew her mother’s address was somewhere on a letter or a Christmas card. She just didn’t know what it was. 

“No.”

“Take these,” he said, reaching for his sunglasses. 

“I couldn’t.” 

“You could. I took your pencil, anyhow.”

“I have more pencils.”

“And I’ll find another pair of sunglasses.” He was shielding the drawing with his hand now, like he wanted to hide it. His helmet bobbed up and down minutely as he spoke. 

“That’s hardly supporting our boys overseas.” She took the pair from him, the metal cool against her hands. “Are you sure the Army won’t hunt me down for appropriating precious resources?”

He snorted a little, sunlight catching  the freckles along his jaw. Her sketchbook might have something to say about that jaw if she had her pencil back. So might Michaelangelo’s. “Listen, if you’re worried, mail ‘em back to me.”

She was smiling now too, a little, like she was pretending to mind the attention. “Sneaky.”

“And I’ll mail back your pencil.”

“Please don’t.”

“Right, you’ve got boxes. Does your old man work for the company?”

She chewed the inside of her lip. “No.” She had a lot of short answers, didn’t she? “He’s a professor.” 

“Art?”

“Ancient civilizations.”

Pat let out a whistle, like somehow that explained everything. Maybe it did.

“I’d still like to write to you,” he said after a moment. “If you’ll let me.”

“I’d like that.”

She took the pencil and paper from him as he let go, writing her name and address in the corner in her careful capitalized hand. The kind that belonged on museum tags and in manuscript margins. H.C. Church. He whistled again at the address. “What’s the H stand for?”

“Hespera.” At his face, she snorted. “I told you my parents were academics.” She hadn’t mentioned both of them, not technically.

“You weren’t kidding.”

“And if you ever call me that you won’t hear from me again,” she said placidly, handing him back his book. She wanted badly to flip through it, to see what else he’d captured, but it felt wrong here.

“I’ll be careful.” 

When she started to stand he hopped up, helping her to her feet. “If you’re ever in New York,” she started, smoothing the front of her trousers and straightening the line of buttons on her blouse. He was even taller than she was, by a few inches at least, as steady as an oak. 

“Sure there’s room for a mud-crusted GI on Central Park West?” he asked. She knew it was a joke, but there was something else in his eyes. Asking if she really meant it. She did. And god, she hoped she’d be moved out by then, in her own apartment, something tiny and hers. He’d have to duck his head in the doorway. 

She nodded, as sure of it as anything. “You’ll have to come and get your sunglasses.” 

[creatorbiaze]

I want them like their music taste!

I also like all of those too

I need to know what are their hobbies? And family relations? And friends/enemies?

-hopeless anon

hehehehe thankz :>

Hobbies, Vizerxa: Vizerxa likes to play a few instruments (piano, flute, and violin) in her free time, read, do various puzzles (ranging from crosswords & sodoku to jigsaw puzzles to escape room-ish story puzzles), feed stray animals / the wildlife, and play boardgames. She normally only plays chess against people she's not close with, since she uses it to understand their minds better & figure out how they would strategize against her.

family relations, Vizerxa; she has absolutely no idea where Arctos is / if he's even in the afterlife & honestly doesn't care. Same with Fractal. Very close with both her siblings, highly protective of anyone who remembers Lucidi since if even one of them dies, chances are Lucidi does too (Lucidi fled the Draconic Realms to escape Light Song & erased everyone's memory of them except for a few select people to keep Lucidi still existent).

friends enemies, Vizerxa; their main enemy after LS's death is Sidera. She despises Sidera with every fiber of her being. She's still very good friends with Clara who she remet relatively recently after being scared that LS killed Clara not once but twice (luckily, LS didn't). she's also close to Aella, and sees Star Seer & Mendacium as respectable mentors / seniors.

Hobbies, Z; Honestly Z considers the Historian work a hobby, just traveling through time and writing down what happens. They also read & sometimes write poetry. Pre-fall, they used to sing and played the flute. they honestly generally loved music.

family relations, Z; Honestly doesn't remember their family & doesn't care. As far as Z's family is aware, they died hundreds of thousands of years ago (Xekolus age INCREDIBLY slow & live for forever basically). Before they "fell", though, Z was close to their father's side of the family (father, 2 aunts, and grandmother) since they agree that Xalau's rules are stupid. They didn't get along too well with their mother's side (mother, grandparents, and great grandparents) since they all were firm believers in Xalau's weird rules. They also had 2 siblings, both younger, that they got along pretty well with.

friends & enemies, Z; Honestly the only person Z is truly close to is Venenum, who they still have a strong desire to protect & guard, though they have no idea why. They get along ok with the rest of Zelura's "Pantheon", though avoids Inxau whenever possible. They have a decent relationship with the rest of the Historians, and dislike Sidera, who's been trying to kill them for a couple centuries in order to steal Z's blood manipulation & time freeze.

[lios-archive]

Sigma Fay — Love's Fool (1979)

Casually listened to this album for the first time a few months ago while looking for Loucas Sideras' solo works and holy shit her voice is just incredible? This whole album has strong disco influences (often referred as "greek italo-disco") and goes from uplifting tracks like Tonight to wonderful ballads such as Love's Fool (who both are, along with Leave Me, my favourite tracks). Now Loucas Sideras produced it and composed a few tracks as well, which is interesting — apparently they are/were married — and later founded a rock band named Diesel, but you can hardly find stuff about them on the internet. Unfortunately none of Sigma Fay's works are on Spotify, but you can look for the complete album on YouTube.

[eljeebee]

📩 Simblr question of the day: You can answer one or both parts of this question! 1️⃣ Part one: If you make Story posts, what do you do for scenes? Do you build them yourself, do you download lots from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? 2️⃣ Part two: If you make Gameplay/Legacy posts, what do you do for a house? Do you build it yourself, download a home from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? Additionally, do you build onto that home or demolish it and rebuild the house when needed? (E.G When another child enters the picture or someone moves in) ❎ If you do none of those for either half, what do you do? Do you use someone else's save file? (WIndbrook by Folking, Willow Creek + Magnolia Promenade by Theneighborhoodsave, Silent Pines by Silentpinessave... etc)

( freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ~ 💛 )

Hello Squatty! Thanks for ur hard work!

1️⃣ For scenes, I rely on my own building (and interior) skills. Sometimes, I also rely on the environment outside of a lot. (The wicked whims positioning helps a lot; I also need to try out that TOOL mod).

A scene where I used the WW positioning system to position the Vatore siblings, and Louie and Sidera near the subway which is off-lot.

There is an instance where I had to download a lot off the gallery for a scene:

Planet Honey Pop reno I got from the gallery.

Sometimes, downloading a lot off the gallery isn't just for a scene, but for a whole chapter! (e.g. the Del Sol Vanderburgs' vacation in Sulani where they rented three little huts)

Sometimes, it's best to rely on yourself when trying to build rooms for set dressing when it comes to stories. If you can't build, a shell build is your friend!

This picture is technically not from a story post, but like a character card, but anyway, the backdrop in this picture is actually just a corner of a random lot, but it's a neat set dressing no?

A room with pure black backdrop is also a staple for me for scenes:

The scene where Helen communicates with her niece through the latter's dream.

The "black room" also symbolizes being inside of the mind, just like in this scene where Amelia is speaking to her father through telepathy. The black room has two uses: photoshoot, and mind palace.

2️⃣Though technically The Davis Legacy, and its side stories, is not a legacy gameplay anymore (and had become a story), houses are still important in my posts!

The Davis residence in San Sequoia was built by yours truly, with the help of blueprints! It is my favorite of all, because every room has character, and its walls had grown covered, filled with pictures of the family.

Louie's room was his since his birth.

Mason's first room, when he was a baby and a tot, was across Louie's and it only has one window. The family (or me) moved Sophia's office to the nursery, and the old office was refurbished as Mason's room when he aged up into a child.

Sid's room was the house's parlor room, where the fish tank, and an old piano, was originally kept. They renovated it for her!

I won't demolish this house, ever, because in-lore, Sophia and Jason wanted this house to be their sons' safe haven even if they're old. (IRL, the house is my baby) Since this is also technically generational, it's natural that the children would want to move out and grow their own family, but it's also natural that some of them would want to move back, so there's no demolishing...unless a rebellious heir sold it...😈

The Del Sol Vanderburgs' mansion was a shell I downloaded from the gallery, which I decorated.

This one is another shell I got from the gallery, which I also decorated.

Sanguine, a live-in nightclub (all thanks to a mod), which House Straud runs, is built by me.

The Hibiscus Hut where Perlas lives was also built by me!

The Davises had built their home with the lottery money, aligning it with San Sequoia's architectural designs, and expanded it more when their family grows. It's not as luxurious as the Del Sol Vanderburgs, but it's homey and cozy.

The Vanderburgs screams old money, a house bought by a rich rich family that lowkey serves as a vacation home turned permanent (or is it? 😈)

The Beau-Asvangs has a luxury penthouse because they're vampires, and they're extra, so of course Lady Lana would want to buy a home that is an equivalent to their castle in the olden times. It screams money, money, money.

The Strauds runs a nightclub, which also serves as an occult safe haven (and also a place where occults can exchange information). It has dimmed lights, in the club proper, a lot of seats, funky lights, very atmospheric. Ordinary people would miss the hushed whispers of hidden occults exchanging information...also, they have their own residential tower!

Perlas' hut is humble and simple. She is a mermaid, living in Sulani. She cares little for money and mansions and penthouses, because the real riches for her is her home, the ocean.

From over the top penthouses of the vampires, to old money mansion of the Vanderburgs, to a home built by luck and hard work of the Davises, to a mermaid's humble home by the ocean - to me, all of it reflects your sims' character.

[moved-to-void-feather]

Rebornvember Day 1: Protagonist

(prompt is from allentheolia’s 30dayreborn prompt list!)

Alright, so! Let's start this off with an introduction of my player character for Reborn, Adriana Laverre! She goes through some appearance changes over the course of the story, but this is how she looks (minus the necklace, 'til after Ciel) for most of the main game!

Adri is a Pokémon Trainer originating from the Kalos region; as her name may imply, her family have a very long history there, to the point of having founded one of its cities that is still there today. She was originally supposed to have become one of the Gym Trainers in Valerie's Gym, but a chance event in her childhood that left her wandering out of the woods with a black and purple Pumpkaboo caused her parents to allow her to become a Ghost-type Trainer instead. She came to Reborn after seeing some (very outdated) advertising, starting a new journey there that turned out to be nothing at all like anyone could have expected.

Some of the more notable Pokémon she acquires on her journey include: Willow, an Aevian Misdreavus found in Seacrest's garden assumed to have been owned by someone who was also on the train; Sidera, a Gothita she is asked to bring with her in the Beryl Library and later gives as a Gothitelle to Luna; Corybantia, a sharp-bladed Honedge (later Aegislash) found at the top of the Mirage Tower; and Galea, a Reborn-Shiny Giratina that appears to her in Distorted Space. For a full list of all her Pokémon, please see this doc!

More information about Adriana will undoubtedly come here as the days go by, but if you want to learn more about her in the meantime, I've talked about her a bit on my primary blog as well as starting work on an info document that mimics the style of the Reborn Wikia, which you can find here!

I hope that all this was alright!

[the-fox-and-the-shadow]

Okay um

Name: You can call me Anon or Hopeless anon or Hopeless or Hope if you really want

Occupation: Does unpaid artist work?

Age: I am above human concepts

Eye color: green blue

Do I wear glasses or contacts? Both sometimes neither

Hair color: blue green

style: I suppose between alternative and rich Victorian

I have freckles and scars

Favorite color: red?

Favorite music: all types!

Favorite food: I guess.. steak? Maybe?

Hometown: US of A

Education: Good enough

Strengths: creative, smart witted (I think), artistic skills, patience

Weaknesses: co dependency, insecure, a bit disorganized

Likes: Bungou Stray Dogs, psychology, history, reading and writing, art, playing piano, making things, devoting my entire life to loved ones

Dislikes: I think you’d like me more if I said Sidera

Gender: sort of, sometimes, not really, but when it does, it’s underpaid

pronouns: it/its work

-hopeless anon

"Hm. your enthusiasm is cute, I'll give you that."

Vizerxa headpats the anon.