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Cast lineup for “Love at the Milky Way Diner” 💕🍽️🛸
Play the demo here!
#love at the milky way diner#setteth#Roswell#Vega#La’ro#Ka’el#Shiwoo#Saria#Aedar#cozy gaming community#indie games#otome#visual novel#interactive fiction#cooking simulator#sci fi#sci fi and fantasy
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OPEN TO: @eulcgizeme
MUSE: setteth nox valdinia. vampire royalty, 300+.
PLOT: news have broken out that prince setteth is to be wed off to the human princess. congratulations are in order and the families are set to celebrate their engagement tomorrow night, but setteth feels anger instead. setteth waits for his secret lover's return in her room, anticipating the heavy talks they will be going through.
"Perhaps there's a way to make this work." Setteth refused to skirt around the glaring issue. Their encounters typically brimmed with more romance, but he needed to confront the elephant in the room before she did. Anticipating potential resentment or even a verbal lashing, he braced himself. On top of that, he expected longing glances thrown at one another—a silent testament to her forced presence at the engagement party.
"We'll have a baby, then I'll kill her. I'll pin it on one of the guards. My duty fulfilled, and the child gone before we even realize it." His words held a kernel of truth. All day, he had spun different scenarios in his mind, desperately seeking an escape from his newfound role as a husband. His crimson gaze shifted to her delicate figure. Even in these somber moments, an intensified adoration for her lingered, perhaps stronger than ever.
"Are you just going to stand there? Or will you come closer?"
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Hi Neil!
So during the scene with Jesus' crucifixion, Crowley mentions having known him and showing him the world, and I'm not too familiar with the Bible, but does that mean he's Judas?
Thank you!
No, it's a reference to this bit:
5 Then the devil taketh him up into the holy city, and setteth him on a pinnacle of the temple,
6 And saith unto him, If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down: for it is written, He shall give his angels charge concerning thee: and in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.
7 Jesus said unto him, It is written again, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God.
8 Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them;
9 And saith unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.
10 Then saith Jesus unto him, Get thee hence, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve.
11 Then the devil leaveth him, and, behold, angels came and ministered unto him.
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NEPHILIM: BAMBI - Jackson-era!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader
summary: when does a human stop being regarded as a human…and, instead, seen as something different entirely?
a note from Lucy: No smut? Huh? Someone check my temperature please. I liked writing Nephilim so much that I decided to do a small Drabble of the exact moment Bambi got her name. Think of it as a prequel of sorts. Takes place soon after Bambi recovers from sepsis. Enjoy!
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Warnings: 18+ MDNI! no use of y/n but reader is referred to as ‘Bambi’, no physical description of reader apart from ‘long lashes’, brief descriptions of injury and blood, religious imagery, use of guns/ being taught to shoot, me not remembering how to shoot even though I was taught how to so there may be inaccuracies lolsies, Joel is a little bit of a dick but it’s only because he cares!
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Psalm 18:33 He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places.
When does the man become the monster? Is it his first kill? Or maybe his first thought of pulling the trigger? It might be the moment he picks up the gun. When the metal is cold in calloused palm. A human would find it heavy and unwelcoming. A monster might find it a comforting thing though. To know he is protected at his own hand. Are they even entirely separate? A person may be both at once. Monster. Human. Who is the righteous one, the wise one, who draws the line. Is it God? The people? And how thin of a line is it?
Joel could be both. In the Venn Diagram, the spectrum of Monster and Man, he resided in the very middle. That’s what they told you anyway. You took it with a pinch of salt. Thought it a rather hypocritical comment to make for no one in this world was truly pure of sin. Even the lamb grazes the grass that the foal could have. Though Joel thought you came damn close to purity. He now associated the colour of your eyes with innocence. Conditioned to the thought whenever he saw it in nature, or in a person's clothing. Slaved away to keep it. Protect it. Was a man that protected truly a monster? Because the things he did, the sin he committed, the blood on his hands, was all in the name of protection in one way or another.
He quite liked being alone before. But the more time he spent engaging in the odd conversation with you, the more he realised how dull it was to talk to himself. He and himself were only acquaintances. You felt more like a friend. His first real friend since Tess.
So maybe the question is this; When does a human stop being regarded as a human…and, instead, seen as something different entirely?
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“I can’t do it.” You huffed, looking back at him and dropping your arms. In your hands was Joel’s rifle. The weight of it foreign and uncomfortable. The trigger cold, and your fingertip not calloused enough for it to feel like it belonged. The metal bit back. It said ‘you don’t belong here’. It commanded you: ‘Give me back’. The weight of it was unsettling. In your hand was the weight of a life taken. Or a life spared. And yet he stood behind you with his arms crossed, his brow set in stone, furrowed together in a frown akin to the busts of Caracalla. Narrowed hawk eye on your poor form. Unsteady on your feet and uncertain with your trigger finger.
“You can.” He replied, voice clipped and snippy. Not giving you a choice. “And you will.” He spoke in such a grating edge it seemed he was frustrated merely through your apprehension. “Eject the cartridge.” So you sighed, abiding his words, pressing the butt of the rifle into the crook of your shoulder and staring down the barrel at the tree you hadn’t landed even a graze on once. “Feet shoulder width apart, girl.” He reprimanded. Joel had repeated that one point about five times now in the past hour. And each time you’d forgotten. Something as simple as the planting of your feet on the snow blanketed ground. Your mind was in disarray and a disconnect with your body.You looked down at your feet and shuffled them wider apart.
You felt his strict grip find temporary and telling purchase on your hips, jerking you side on so the foot the side of your non-trigger hand pointed towards the target. Even through layers of winter clothing his touch made you shiver far more than any biting winter wind could. “Like this.” That tone again. It was windburn on your cheeks. It was pins and needles in your feet. Unpleasant, painful, and long enduring.
“Sorry.” You mumbled.
“Don’t be sorry. Be better.” And he stepped back to observe once more.
He didn’t do it to be mean. He didn’t say it to be curt, and rude. He did it for your benefit. Because one day your loose tongue would very well find you without it entirely. Still, it hurt. To know he was so willing with criticism and so restrained with compliments. He must bite his tongue so often that it grows back sharp. It felt like lashes from the cat of nine tails upon your back; Your skin now lacerated and tender from each blow. Regardless, you swallowed the lump in your throat whole. It could suffer and scorn and burn in your churning stomach. You inhaled, and on the exhale you pulled the trigger.
Miss.
You huffed again, utterly defeated. Your heart seemed to sink lower when you looked at him. His face still set with the same Caracalla frown.
“Again.”
“What’s the point, Joel?” You protested for the second time. Desperate to go back to town and wallow. To not have to face that grimace. You felt like a child, waiting for that fateful ‘I’m not angry, just disappointed’ speech. “I’m not a violent person. I’m not like you. I’m not—“ the words faltered as you tried to find them. You stopped yourself before you could blurt the first that came to mind. But he knew. Joel always knew. He didn’t need to say anything for you to admit it. Merely raise a brow and dare you, urge you further.
“Y’should think before y’speak.” You nodded at his words, eyes trained on his boots. “Again.”
Too ashamed to fight any further, already treading on thin ice and skidding miserable on wobbly doe legs. Too soon would you thud to the floor and plunge into the icy waters below. You must find your footing again.
It was in this very shame you obeyed, picking up the weapon again with bated breath and aiming. But your mind was elsewhere. It scattered like the spray of a shotgun's fire. Your form was off. You’d lost that stance from before. And you were too busy in your own head to even think about paying attention to the tree trunk down the other end of the barrel. You fired without the inhale before as well as the beat of your exhale. The recoil was strong, the butt of the rifle ricocheting into your shoulder causing an ache to dissolve through flesh and sink to bone. The sound was jarring, it rang in your ears, rattled in your head. And you lost your footing, stumbling back with the force towards the snow.
Joel saw it coming. He expected you to right your footwork. To breathe in and fire on the exhale. But the sound of the bullet leaving the chamber came before any of the aforementioned. A simple stride in haste and he was behind you, stopping you before you fell to the floor.
“Jesus, Bambi!” Joel gritted through his teeth when you collided. The sound was becoming less jarring. But the name. The name was new. It was fresh. And ripe. A fruit that would never rot. Be eternally sweet. He had thought about it before; You had these wide eyes that looked up at him through thick lashes. You were tentative with your footing. And uneasy on your feet when it was cold. He remembered when he found you in the snow; Curled up on your side with the flesh wound under your trembling palm, bleeding through your shirt and gaps between frail fingers. He thought of a doe just born. Fresh and pure. So vulnerable it ached to not reach out and nurture it. When he looked into those eyes, the eyes of the woman in his arms, he saw it all again. A picture that was printed on the backs of his eyelids when he slept. Or where he blinked for that matter. In waking and in sleep, it haunted him. Whispered in his ear with a warm breath that paralleled the alive and beating. He felt a sharp sting in his heart. He didn't know it then, but it was Eros’ arrow. He would know soon enough.
You shared the time between the words and the writhing of your feet. Shared it with a stare in imperturbable silence. A simmering, deep stare. It wasn’t deep in the sense of a gaping void. More like a watering hole. Something that promised plentiful supply and the chance of survival. The satiation of the unquenchable.
You would learn one day that his love for you can quench any thirst, satiate any hunger and rest any fatigue. All this and he would still be left thirsty, starving and exhausted. Accept him for what he is. Heavy handed, colossal, brutal. Loving, nurturing, tender. Just a man. Give him on chance — one meagre, single moment in time — and he’d decay at the swipe of his tongue across the bottom of your lip alone; Finding a homage for him between them. A feeling he would wish to indulge in selfishly cradling his beating chest. And maybe, just this once, he will let himself be selfish with something that wasn't just for the purpose of survival.
So I beg of you, contemplate: if a man deemed a monster can still love, if a man named the devil can see innocence, grace, beauty, and nurture it— is the man still a monster? Something else entirely? Or is he just human?
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller one shot#joel miller imagine#the last of us#joel miller tlou#tlou joel#joel tlou#joel x reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#joel miller x you#joel miller fluff#joel miller angst#nephilim#pedro pascal#joel miller smut
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What if 't be true thee w're a jehovah's witness
yond wast m'rely pretending to beest into christmas
gath'ring clues and blending in
to taketh down the holidays from within?
Going deep cov'r past foe lines
making ev'rybody bethink i'm on the christmas side
Rockin' warmeth did sweat'rs, hangin' big rampallian lights
if 't be true the bacon-fed sir couldst seeth me, yo, t's gotta behold right
I'll gaze all the tv specials yond i nev'r couldst
I'll coequal caterwauling during the depress'd ones liketh james bond wouldst
And at which hour the big night cometh, t's timeth to setteth the bait
bitter cold milketh, hot cookies, dec'rative plates!
And that gent'll cometh down the chimney and 'twill beest just that gent and me
but that gent wonneth't knoweth we're enemies, 'cause i'll playeth sinc're
bringeth a trapeth, liketh yond, hugeth that gent tight, receiveth on his lap
and bid that gent that gent can cometh backeth ev'ry year
cause i am jehovah's most secret witness
So i might has't to dedicate mine own life to christmas
and act just liketh i loveth t 'til the day i kicketh the bucket
A-b-e-d
Connoisseur of christmas
On the spectrum? none of thy business
Thoughts too festinate to comprehend
just wanna doth right by mine own cousin
if 't be true years w're seasons, this decemb'r
wouldst beest the decemb'r of our decemb'r
m're blueprints than howard hughes
but if 't be true th're art blueprints, how doth we chooseth?
We has't to beest joyous to receiveth to the endeth
we has't to saveth christmas to saveth our cater-cousins
We has't to saveth christmas to saveth our cater-cousins
We has't to saveth christmas to saveth our cater-cousins!
#idk#idk man#idk mate#wtf#abed nadir#troy barnes#trobed#community tv#i do not know how to translate Shakespeare so heres the best i can do
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since you are a gender stealer can you snatch my birth gender?
i has't stolen thy birth gender!! i has't setteth it on fireth mwahahaa >:3
#otherkin#therian#alterhuman#therianthropy#wolf therian#canine therian#canine kin#dog theriotype#dog otherkin#otherkin community#sfw furry#scene fursona#scene furry#furry art#fursona art
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To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David the servant of the Lord.
1 The transgression of the wicked saith within my heart, that there is no fear of God before his eyes.
2 For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, until his iniquity be found to be hateful.
3 The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit: he hath left off to be wise, and to do good.
4 He deviseth mischief upon his bed; he setteth himself in a way that is not good; he abhorreth not evil.
5 Thy mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds.
6 Thy righteousness is like the great mountains; thy judgments are a great deep: O Lord, thou preservest man and beast.
7 How excellent is thy lovingkindness, O God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.
8 They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures.
9 For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.
10 O continue thy lovingkindness unto them that know thee; and thy righteousness to the upright in heart.
11 Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of the wicked remove me.
12 There are the workers of iniquity fallen: they are cast down, and shall not be able to rise.
— Psalm 36 | BRG Bible (BRG)
Blue Red and Gold Letter Edition™ Copyright © 2012 BRG Bible Ministries. All rights reserved.
Cross References: Deuteronomy 25:18; Deuteronomy 29:19; Ruth 2:12; Job 20:17; Psalm 10:4; Psalm 10:7; Psalm 16:11; Psalm 52:3; Psalm 56:7; Psalm 57:10; Psalm 59:2; Psalm 68:15; Psalm 89:1-2; Psalm 125:4; Psalm 140:4; Jeremiah 2:13; Jeremiah 22:16; Daniel 2:22; Romans 3:18; Romans 11:33; Romans 12:9; Revelation 22:1
#God#refuge#prayer#persecution#Psalm 36#Book of Psalms#Old Testament#BRG Bible#BRG Bible Ministries#Blue Red and Gold Letter Edition Bible
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All thru Maat/The connotations of order of the bible/The Axis Mundi 1 Samuel 2:6-8
The LORD killeth, and maketh alive:
he bringeth down to the grave, and bringeth up.
The LORD maketh poor, and maketh rich:
he bringeth low, and lifteth up.
He raiseth up the poor out of the dust,
and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill,
to set them among princes,
and to make them inherit the throne of glory:
for the pillars of the earth are the LORD's, and he hath set the world upon them. Psalms 75:6-7
For promotion cometh neither from the east,
nor from the west, nor from the south.
But God is the judge:
he putteth down one, and setteth up another. Proverbs 3:35
The wise shall inherit glory:
but shame shall be the promotion of fools. The rich and famous whoever in history are thee wise thee richest in human history/me/Pharaɸh Kh🖖🏽𓈖 Midae Heeru Yu𓆄 is thee most wise/meek not thru sin and being 𓅐 min womin cuz that is putting you in the fellahantry tomatoes thrown at spit upon scrub passenger of best friend ride peasantry
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Ezekiel 14:1-5
1 Then came certain of the elders of Israel unto me, and sat before me.
2 And the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,
3 Son of man, these men have set up their idols in their heart, and put the stumblingblock of their iniquity before their face: should I be enquired of at all by them?
4 Therefore speak unto them, and say unto them, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Every man of the house of Israel that setteth up his idols in his heart, and putteth the stumblingblock of his iniquity before his face, and cometh to the prophet; I the LORD will answer him that cometh according to the multitude of his idols;
5 That I may take the house of Israel in their own heart, because they are all estranged from me through their idols.
If you want the TRUTH....you have to seek the Truth with your heart. Don't ask God to show you his words that will validate a belief you are holding on to, don't try to search his words by inserting into the passages what you want it to say. If you do, God is going to answer you with the idol in your heart. That doesn't mean he is going to lie to you. It means he is going to be silent and let your own vain imaginations speak.
“And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13 KJV
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Meet the cast of our indie dating/cooking sim "Love at the Milky Way Diner" !
You can play the demo for Mac and PC on steam and itch.io
https://store.steampowered.com/app/2930290/Love_at_The_Milky_Way_Diner/
#love at the milky way diner#Shiwoo#vega#setteth#Saria#Roswell#La'ro#Ka'el#Aedar#indie games#interactive fiction#otome#english otome#VN#visual novel#cozy gaming community#cooking simulator
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Holy fucketh enchantment class is a vast improvement over mine old minor. I watched one of mine classmates produce a raven-skull from the deoths of his pocket and then setteth it alight in illusory fire. Funniest shit I hath laid mine eyes upon since the last symposium
#there are far more pixies amongeth our number in this class though#they lieth a full measure beyond mine tolerance for disruption#they sayeth stupid shit like fuckbitcher#what in the name of all the Gods doth THAT meaneth
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NEPHILIM: BAMBI MOODBOARD + HEADER 🪽
Psalm 18:33 He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places.
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Aulë named Fëanor the greatest of the Eldar, and in potency that is true. But I say unto you that the children of Indis shall also be great, and the Tale of Arda more glorious because of their coming. And from them shall spring things so fair that no tears shall dim their beauty; in whose being the Valar, and the Kindreds of both of Elves and of Men that are to come shall all have part, and in whose deeds they shall rejoice. So that, long hence when all that here is, and seemeth yet fair and impregnable, shall nonetheless have faded and passed away, the Light of Aman shall not wholly cease among the free people of Arda until the End.
When he that shall be called Eärendil setteth foot upon the shores of Aman, ye shall remember my words.
-- Namo addresses the Valar, Morgoth’s Ring, “Laws and Customs Among the Eldar”
#namo#mandos#earendil#indis#findis#fingolfin#lalwen#finarfin#the silmarillion#tolkien tag#morgoth's ring
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Good morrow contestants,
This week has been full of incredible stories, ideas and editing styles for the first week's prompt "All the worlds a stage". Thank you for all the questions asked during the week, and seeing how excited everyone is just touching my heart.
Before we get to the results, we bid farewell to one of our beautiful models.
Willow Beasley by @ohgeezhaddie
Thank you for entering the competition, while it is sad to see you go, we wish you nothing but the best and Willow's adventures! <3
Now onto the results! This week I was looking for unique ideas and a story that captivated me. Additionally, the clothing matches the time period.
Mandy by @skaterboisims
Mandy is a ballerina, wearing a medieval/ballet-style blend of clothing that I cut together in blender. I was inspired by some elements of Tudor fashion but mostly Tudor-style editorial shoots. The theme 'all the world's a stage' is a shorter extract from a longer Shakespeare monologue (hence the book) that goes on to say 'and all the men and women merely players' which basically means we all have a role to play in life. I took this literally, giving her the literal appearance of a dancer, performing on a stage.
POINTS
ORIGINALITY: 7/10
STORY: 5/10
EXECUTION: 8/10
STYLE: 8/10
Charline Morel by @cyazurai
Ophelia: "There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts. . . . There’s fennel for you, and columbines. There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’Sundays. You must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. They say he made a good end." (Hamlet, act 4, scene 5, lines 199-201; 204-209)
POINTS
ORIGINALITY: 5/10
STORY: 8/10
EXECUTION: 7/10
STYLE: 7/10
Parker Winston by @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy
This story starts in the spring; a young hopeful act'r as our guide. he sits on a stage in an exsufflicate othergates, plucking hence at a lute. keeping a steady tune he speaks, "once cameth a night as quite quaint as the lady. Kissing thy cheek, the lady leaves, awaiting the night he writes that lady name 'mongst the stars. " his words bruit back to him as the exsufflicate cubiculo is unforgiving, but then something catches his eye. a young mistress hast did join the crowd of the three. as he continues his story he notices the lady keeps 'long. "f'r then the lady shall see that lady beauty, all through howev'r brief, his love is unwavering just as the stars in the night. " upon the end of his tale, he approaches the young mistress, and thither is whither their love begins. cometh summer, his love burning as ever, the lady admits hers hast simmer'd. the lady tries to pray pardon, "where i am from, t just cannot beest," but he doesn't fathom. broken by love, he spills tales of war and misprise, from another design. t is these stories yond gather attention and putteth him on a path of success. he hides himself 'mongst the words, he loses the humour in his chest as he runs from the teen and himself. at our climax we rejoin our young act'r ere an important story, just past the curtains a stage larger than any he hadst ev'r seen ere. thither in front, sitteth the king and the queen awaiting his tale! his heart races, his hams weak, he recalls the last time he hath felt this way wast in the grasp of cupid's cruelest intentions. nervous, he drinks his jitters hence with a luscious r'd wine. the stage is setteth, the lights art base, our act'r doth take the hath left of the stage. as he tells this story, only some of t is his to bid f'r he wilt share this hon'r with another. as he awaits the other actor's opening, he looks upon the crowd. thither he sees sits that lady majesty, the princess. 'r beest toldeth, our actor's spring love. once again his heart races, his brain blank, he forgets all of his dialog! as he stumbles through his performance, he notices another young mistress satteth next to the princess. the lady leans ov'r to share a did hush word with that lady majesty. unwilling f'r this to beest his demise, he steps towards the center of the stage. he doth take charge, his presence undeniable as he doest. "if t would prithee the court, as tonight's entrainment hast faultered, i would like to giveth an alternative. " did hush murmurs fill the air. how preposterous! to changeth script mid showeth. "f'r awhile anon, i has't enshielf from mine own true muse and taken upon others, though tonight i would like to returneth to that lady, mine own muse's arms. I shall bid a story, aye, but not one of another design, but one of love, one of heartache, and one of tragedy. Thus i would like to bid thee the story of the pitiful, depress'd clown. " he starts, "her majesty's magnificent, mine own tragedy is imminent. "
POINTS
ORIGINALITY: 7/10
STORY: 10/10
EXECUTION: 5/10
STYLE: 7/10
Ember Arendse by @wolfrynn313
"I boarded the king’s ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement" - Ariel, The Tempest (Act 1 Scene 2)
Ember: "As soon as I saw this week's prompt I immediately knew that I wanted to theme my shoot around The Tempest. As a non-binary person, and admitted agent of chaos at times, I've always felt a kinship with Ariel; they've been played by both men and women, eschew the conventional and are not afraid to embrace their power"
POINTS
ORIGINALITY: 8/10
STORY: 8/10
EXECUTION: 5/10
STYLE: 6/10
Eli Sims by @simsinfinitylt
Lady Cagliari has a dark past. She married young, and for the next two springs, she was happy. Lord Cagliari was an intense man, he loved greatly but hated fiercely. His wife was the perfect woman until she wasn't. One misdemeanour almost made her lose her life.
POINTS
ORIGINALITY: 6/10
STORY: 7/10
EXECUTION: 9/10
STYLE: 8/10
Su-Yen by @dododoesstuffs
Instead of doing the normal stuff like basing the outfit on a story or character, I would do it on an otome character who is based on William Shakespeare. The game is called Ikemen Vampire, you date historical figures that became vampires, it is wild.
POINTS
ORIGINALITY: 8/10
STORY: 4/10
EXECUTION: 6/10
STYLE: 5/10
Dillion Carter by @mewo-ita
“Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.” From the Shakespearean play, King Lear is cursed for his past vanity. The man is physically dead— but his soul cannot rest as he eternally hopes his daughter, Cordelia will come back to life. Despite his ever denial, he knows the truth within.
POINTS
ORIGINALITY: 6/10
STORY: 8/10
EXECUTION: 10/10
STYLE: 8/10
Babylon Fleur Beppu by @everythingtapioca
doesn't let me tag you?
Babylon Beppu
POINTS
ORIGINALITY: 6/10
STORY: 1/10
EXECUTION: 7/10
STYLE: 6/10
PHEW! GOOD WORK EVERYONE <3
I want to quickly say, everyone did very well, so please don't let a number define your artistry. If you have any questions about a score or just want advice, I am always happy to help. Keep in mind, I can't hand you all the answers but am here to help still <3 This is a fun competition, I believe everyone was strong in their own way.
INFORMATION FOR THE NEXT PROMPT WILL BE RELEASED AROUND 8:00PM AEST 23RD OF MAY. [Finals week and I can't post until my presentations are done for the day]! However...I can provide a hint ;)
That's all guys! Can't wait to see what everyone does for WEEK 2!
- Buddy
#SHINE#week1#results#<3#ts4 competition#sims 4 competition#IN LOVE WITH ALL YOUR SIMS#sims 4#ts4#sims4#sims 4 edit#sims4edit#ts4 edit
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Thee Pharaɸh Kh🖖🏽𓈖 from prophecy thee li☥ Chosen ua of The Triquetra 2 Samuel 22:31-35
As for God, his way is perfect;
the word of the LORD is tried:
he is a buckler to all them that trust in him.
For who is God, save the LORD?
and who is a rock, save our God?
God is my strength and power:
and he maketh my way perfect.
He maketh my feet like hinds' feet:
and setteth me upon my high places.
He teacheth my hands to war;
so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.hemut of war Barbie 𓇴tio law originator in humankind thru sun tzu & main character in all ancient cultures mythology
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Ok I'm about to ask you a very bizarre question but do you have the source that states Purkoy fell out of a window?
“[…] she saith that the queen’s grace setteth much store by a pretty dog, and her grace delighted so much in little purkoy that after he was dead of a fall there durst nobody tell her grace of it, till it pleased the king’s highness to tell her grace of it.”
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#i think the extra details all just come from pop history and i really wish i could remember where i originally read#the suggestion that chapuys killed him bc it was hysterical#even tho i v much think it’s untrue and there is no conspiracy here#the dog simply died#purkoy
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