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telekinetictrait · 2 months

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you could say we've been around for a while...

vatores (with a not huge makeover) thru the years :) theres a LOT of cc so be prepared, links and tags under the cut

check my resources page for genetics!

used many times: peebsplays' princess of sims sideburns recolors - peebsplays' baby chops - bloodmooncc's nihil nose chain - saruin's moth tattoo - trillyke's accessory fishnet top - auretta-sims' long gloves recolor - javitrulovesims' midnight evening gloves - peebsplays' lace gloves - homelot's antique gloves - adelarsims gloves - ameyasims' invested pants recolor - kedluu's ankle boots - waxesnostalgic's cuban mary janes - waxesnostalgic's vintage neutrals saddle shoes recolors - plumbobteasociety's foxtrot footwear - chere-indolente's asthete velvet shoes

1790s: the-melancholy-maiden's eleonora and francois hairs / waxesnostalgic's 18th century waistcoat - waxesnostalgic's georgian shoes separated / simulatedstyles' eliza gown - simulatedstyles' fichu and sash

1800s: peebsplays' unrequited hair / nightingalesongx's historical hair - zurkdesign's latest fashion frock conversion - batsfromwesteros' emma coral jewelery

...and because there's so many, the rest are in THIS POST! sorry :(

thank you to (takes a deep breath) @peebsplays @bloodmooncc @saruin @trillyke @auretta-sims @javitrulovesims @homelot @adelarsims @ameyasims @kedluu @waxesnostalgic @plumbobteasociety @chere-indolente @the-melancholy-maiden @simulatedstyles @nightingalesongx @zurkdesign @batsfromwesteros @sunivaa @gilded-ghosts @thesimsblues @historicalsimslife @johnnysimmer @happylifesimsreblogs @moon-simmers @sunlittides @dancemachinetrait @buzzardly28 @linzlu @oydis @kotcatmeow @theroyalthornoliachronicles @simstomaggie @lace-and-honey @dzifasims @wheresbella @vintagesimstress @cyber-frog-cc @elfdor @hezzasims @emmastillsims @cliffirem @vroshii @twentiethcenturysims @daylifesims @glimersims @bustedpixels @simadelics @polygraphish and its not letting me tag everyone else so the rest will also be tagged in that other post i guess!!!! ah!!!!

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radellama · 1 year

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I wanna talk about Ryuusui cause I've been thinking about him. He's kind of an invert of (or somewhat adjacent to) the trope of living up to expectations. You become the monster because that's how people see you anyway...

He's greedy he's selfish he's self centred he's a bit of a brat and whatever other thing you can think to call a hedonist and privileged rich kid. These generally aren't seen as positive things to be, but Ryuusui takes these in stride and is proud to be all of them!

He's the greediest because he wants it all, so he can share it all. You'll have to pay for it, of course - but the option to buy it will be there. If HE'S having a good time, that means EVERYONE is capable of having a good time.

It's a funny way to turn such a negative connotation on its head.

No one will in the village will worry about starvation ever again! Why? Because I'm greedy enough to want more delicious food!

I just find it amusing and quite endearing that a character that could've so easily been annoying and grating based on the cores of his personality type, is instead a refreshing remix of those cores.

He's a rich kid, everyone was going to look at him and call him spoilt and greedy anyway. Why not take it in stride and use the power that comes with money to be greedy in the best possible way?

This also ties into what I like about Francois so much - their understanding of Ryuusui complements his more outlandish behaviour by recontextualising it.

Mild spoilers for the manga, but further on Francois acts as a translator quite often to ensure that people near them won't suffer because of a language barrier. They're able to translate and make sure concepts are understood so everyone is on the same page

Francois is incredibly perceptive (almost supernaturally so!) They are not only able to anticipate, but problem solve and create solutions based on those observations.

What we've already started to see in the anime with Francois in this one episode is how they're able to recontextualise Ryuusui! They understand that he's greedy to such a point of sincerity, and that's what keeps him moving forward.

And as it's been said, greed isn't necessarily a bad thing in this stone world. It's helping to motivate quick advancements that are going to be beneficial to everyone ;)

He's been super fun to read about and I hope he becomes even more fun as we get to see him animated. There's so many great moments coming up that will be really exciting >:)

#ryusui #nanami ryusui #Dr Stone #drst #dcst #nanami ryuusui #dr stone francois #rads talks #i dunno man. just trying to articulate what i was talking about with my friend #also thank you nika i stole your screenshots <3 #I wasn't sure I would like him when I had my first impression of him..#The one thing that made me go '👀🤔 hang on #' was when he said all women are beautiful #no exceptions.#That was enough to pique the interest and notice there's something different about him >:)#i have posted this on Twitter but no one saw cause i don't really have an audience LMAO #i don't understand how you're supposed to find things if your not already popular on there cause you can't tag like here?#anyway #Ryuusui<3

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apmnwq · 3 months

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Unfortunatly yes ✌️ je l'ai vu pour la premiere fois en conv en... 2016 je crois ? Et on a commencé à parler avec un groupe de pote et lui du design de Belette dans l'imaginaire collectif, et comment elle avait souvent des mini short et crop top et c'etait pas realiste quand tout le reste des persos a des grands manteaux pour eviter les zombies (<- c'etait avant meme que EmilieMaria fasse les premiers dessins de Black!Belette) (i am Ancient 🧓). Et je lui ai montré quelques fanarts de Belette sur le carnet que j'avais sur moi, en tournant des pages, et il a pris le carnet en demandant "je peux?" et a commencé a tourner les pages. Bon, 80% des dessins la dedans etaient vdf ou tomitch-related, donc ca tombait bien. Mais au milieu il y avait aussi... du moins s f w ?... (j'etais tres rouge) (lui il a rigolé d'un air admiratif et en a PRIS UN EN PHOTO) (il est un amour. Il regardait chaque dessin avec la meme excitation que nous dans le fandom on reagit devant un nouveau fanart. Cette phrase n'etait pas française. Mais bref il trouvait juste ca incroyable et il etait tout excité qu'il y ait des fanarts mais vraiment dans un mood 'oh vous aussi vous aimez mes blorbo !!!' Il est super nice <3)

Bref un an et demi plus tard il y a une sorte de convention specifique a un site de fans de frenchnerd, et Francois est invité mais arrive souvent tard. Pour reconnaitre mon verre, je dessine la tete de Henry et du Visiteur sur le gobelet rouge. Puis je m'eloigne pour aller prendre l'air. Quand je reviens, Francois a vu mon verre et me dit "Au moins ils sont habillés !" en pointant mon verre.

Parce qu'il a reconnu mon style.

Et qu'il se rappelle que je suis la seule personne qui dessine du porn.

JE NE L'AI PAS VU DEPUIS UN AN ET DEMI.

Bref Francois me connais comme la personne qui dessine du cul avec ses persos et c'etait la deuxieme fois de ma vie que je le voyais ✌️ (je n'ai pas de regret car c'est : une immense fierté :D )

C'est absolument insane mdrr françois est vraiment une crème ça m'étonne pas du tout, et se faire reconnaître par son style de dessin c'est vraiment 👌 merci pour l'histoire haha t'es carrément une célébrité !

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the-golden-purple-box · 3 months

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1966, Gunter Sachs , Saint Tropez, Magazine Paris Match, photographed by Francois Pages

#60s #vintage #vintage photography #gunter sachs #saint tropez #france #lifestyle

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flufflepuffle296 · 1 year

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The Perfect Day

Hello!!! I wrote this prompt post-(ish)-s3 pre-s4 era where there was a lot of salt so this is about 3 years old I wanna say? So that’s why it’s so outdated so HEAVY Alya/Lila/Adrien/Tom and Sabine salt with a lot of Chloe sugar and slight Marigami (best ship) because *this was the vibe at the time* (ayyyy Kendall Jenner) on this page SO if that is not for you fair enough love that for you now SCROLL ON you have had many warnings about how old this is.

Also because this was written before all of s4/a few s3 episodes the lore is very much not present here and outdated so tough luck!

⚠️trigger warning!⚠️

Talking about s*icide here. Please stay safe and do not read this if you think it may trigger you even the slightest bit. Look after yourself! (Also I’m not trying to romanticise sewerslide in any way here (if you want the trauma dump version of how we came up with this you’re welcome to it) but if there is something that shouldn’t be in a post please do let me know and I will remove it but HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING).

SALT FOR (almost) EVERYONE

The Perfect day:

Marinette alarm startled her eyes open at exactly 4am. She scrunched her face up at the prospect of consciousness, but her expression softened slightly when she remembered: today was going to be the perfect day.

The perfect day, to die.

She clambered out of bed, and went downstairs to make her favourite breakfast, with a hot chocolate on the side and mountains of whipped cream, just how she liked it. She had spent the last week trying to convince herself out of this, but it was the only solution.

She was numb.

She was always going to be numb.

Nothing made her feel (that being a full sentence in itself) truly, wholly happy in her being anymore.

She went back upstairs to her balcony and ate her breakfast as the sun rose, squinting at her city. As she finished the last bite, she realised a good swing around Paris was just what she needed, so effortlessly transformed and pulled out her yo-yo, setting out for the Eiffel Tower, the source of so much inspiration for her designs.

Or rather, her *old* designs. She hadn’t the energy or mental strength to do anything she loved recently, nothing sparked much happiness or felt worth it. Her last design was about 2 months ago, but all it did was make her sob at the realisation that she was a failure and a fraud; nothing matched or was cohesive in any way. But in a way, realising her lack of talent when it came to her recent designs was sort of a net positive she concluded.

It meant it stung less when Lila spilled juice all over them, when Alya said they looked better smudged and ruined, or when Adrien delivered his father’s disapproval.

So instead she just watched the rest out the sunrise from her favourite spot, not picking out the different angles in the monument for a ridiculous geometric gown, or whatever her most recent fantasy was.

After another half hour, she sprung back home and got into her favourite Sunday dress, twirling her hair into her cutest hairstyle that the night before she had meticulously studied for hours on Pinterest, that she had always wanted to try. She packed her bag, three letters included, and ran out to catch up with her only real friend at a Francois DuPont.

Alya had left her a long time ago. After all, Lila had “no reason to lie”. She was “perfect”. Marinette was “just jealous” and “refused to cooperate”.

Because after all, it was always Marinette’s fault.

Marinette wished Alya the best in life, but she wasn’t going to waste much more energy on her. She was drained enough as it was.

Chloé was waiting for her, grinning ear-to-ear as she held up her first try at macarons for Marinette to critique. Marinette bit into the surprisingly good attempt at the cookie as they walked up to school together, laughing at Chloe’s sudden inability to swallow a cookie without choking. They walked to the back of the class and sat in their seats, ignoring their classmates.

It’ll all be over tonight anyways.

She spent the lessons talking with Chloé, as it wasn’t like she’d ever need the information after tonight. She encouraged Chloé to reminisce on their favourite times together, such as the day they realised they were different enough to be the same, or the day they realised that they (platonically) loved one another, and were the closest thing each other had to a soulmate.

That was also what Marinette considered a “perfect day”…

…Was Chloé going to be alright tomorrow?

At lunch, the pair met up with Luka and Kagami and went out to a cafe for food and orange juice, before sprinting after André the ice cream man and getting sweetheart ice cream together, Chloé paired with Luka, and Kagami with Marinette (“platonically” of course!). They parted ways once the hour was over, as they had to return to school, where Marinette spent the time daydreaming, recalling childhood memories from before Francois DuPont. This was going to be the last time she would ever remember them, after all.

They were let out of school at their usual time, thankfully no akuma that day, and Marinette, Chloé, Luka, and Kagami briefly chatted outside the gates, before parting ways. Marinette hugged them all tight as she left, handing them her letters and telling them not to open them until midnight AT LEAST.

She returned home, and watched her favourite films, favourite shows, and had her favourite meal for the very last time.

She kissed her parents on the cheeks, which was the most contact she’d had with them in a while, after Lila decided the bakery was her favourite Boulangerie, and she went upstairs to peacefully watch the sunset.

She would never have to deal with Chat Noir again and his flirting sexual harassment, so she decided to enjoy being Ladybug one last time. She transformed and went her usual route, ending up at the Eiffel Tower to finish watching the sun go down, swinging back home whilst it was still just barely light, taking notice of the cool air stinging her cheeks; the first real feeling she’d had in months.

Tikki begged her not to go through with it, but Marinette had made her decision, and renounced Tikki, telling her to find a new Ladybug; her only real plea being to warn them about Chat Noir prior.

Tikki was distraught, but Marinette used her guardianship to send her off and push her away — she needed to be alone for this, she wouldn’t let Tikki under any circumstance.

But Marinette didn’t want everything to be over quite yet, the air was too still, so she turned to her dust covered mannequin, and slowly stitched the zipper onto her old project that she never had the creativity or energy to finish. She tied a figure of 8, and snapped off the thread, taking notice of how it frayed.

Looking at it finally finished, it wasn’t as horrific as she made it out to be in her head a couple months ago, but still, not good enough to convince herself she had any worth.

She looked over at her clock.

10:30

I guess it’s time…

Marinette climbed up to her balcony and stepped over the railing, peering down. She took a deep breath…

And jumped.

She lay in the air, feeling as if she was floating for a second, waiting to to hit the ground. She thought she heard her name, but knew no one was around…

“MARINETTE!”

She felt a clawed hand grab her waist, knocking the air out of her as the two beings shot into the sky, the black figure clutching her tight.

She opened her blue eyes, and stared into Chat Noir’s brown ones.

…Brown?

…This wasn’t Chat Noir?

The black cat landed on a roof, hurriedly demanding to know if she was okay, in a voice that Marinette recognised must be —

“Kagami?!”

The black cat set her down on her balcony and explained that when Tikki was renounced, she was so distraught and furious she renounced Chat Noir of Plagg, revealing Adrien Agreste. The two Kwamis sailed around trying to find someone when they came across Kagami coming back from late night fencing. They quickly told her to read her letter as they were near incomprehensible from stress. Kagami briefly skimmed the letter before immediately snatching the nearest miraculous - the ring - and transforming into the black cat before sprinting across the rooftops as fast as she could, rushing to Marinette’s aid still clutching her letter. She arrived just in time to see her topple over, and saved her just before she hit the ground.

Marinette started sobbing in Kagami’s arms. Kagami sobbed with her a few minutes, promising to never let her go. She eventually picked her up once again and carried her to Le Grand Paris, where she banged on Chloé’s window. Chloé opened it and let the two crying girls in, announcing Luka’s presence as he happened to be in the room teaching Chloé guitar. He rushed to the girls when he saw them collapsed in each other’s arms. Marinette was feeling the first emotions she had felt in months, refusing to leave her saviour’s side, clutching to Kagami. Luka and Chloé listened as Marinette vented how she had been feeling, or rather the fact that she hadn’t been feeling anything, whilst Kagami stroked her hair and wiped her face, kissing her forehead every so often to remind her she was safe.

Chloé had a room prepared and the four of them off school the next day, booking Marinette in for a highly rated therapy appointment. The four friends snuggled in each other’s arms, Marinette in the middle. They fell asleep immediately, crashing from the excitements of the past hour, except for Marinette, who lay awake just a few more moments to make a promise to herself.

Every day, from today, I will make into the *perfect* day.

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Hello me again!!!! I had a few other endings in case we weren’t feeling this one so just quickly:

Alternate ending 1) She jumps. When midnight comes around her friends open her letters and rush to her place, only to find police and an ambulance declaring her dead, and if you want some more angst, Chloé and Kagami storm into the school the next day scream-crying at their classmates whilst Luka repeatedly whispers “I couldn’t save her” crying in his mum’s arms. (Very depressing)

Alternate ending 2) Marinette realises that she doesn’t want to die. Why should she? She’s just spent today just doing what makes her happy? She should live like this everyday! She has so much to live for! Sure therapy is needed and some communication too, but she can do it. (Yayyy happyyy)

This was for the most part written when I was around 14/15 so if the sentence structure is a bit shit I’m gonna blame it on that (and not my lack of progress in writing in the past 3 years!)