Nervous Subject aka t̴͉̃̕h̷̹͛e̷̝͇̓ ̸̧͉̈s̷̜͐ö̷̥͐n̵͚̈́ ̵̰̗̎̌o̶͈͛͝f̶̻̭̄ ̴̨̟͊͂t̵̡͙̉̋h̸̡̅e̷͉͐̈ ̷͖̐̀D̶̩́̌ë̶̖́͐a̵̮̭͗̐ť̶̟̉h̵͈̳͠. Yes he can see how much time you have left with his left eye. No the Beakers don't know yet that they're about to learn what f̸̨̔͋͝e̴̤̠̮͊͌̈́â̵̼̩͎ȑ̶͙̟̚ is.
Everyday: Tee / Jeans / Chocker / Bracelet
Formal: Outfit / Earrings - Necklace / Crow
Athletic: Hoodie / Joggers / Headphones
Outerwear: Jacket / Pants / Earrings
General: Birthmark / Facial scars / White eye / Helix piercings
Mainly inspired by @checkazi art and this lookbook. I love his white eye, makes me think of my favourite stolen child from Owl Creek 🖤
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Reason #194 that Jonathan jarchivist sims is just like me frfr: autism masking voice change
I know it has been remarked on before. But jonathan jarchivist sims has the most AGGRESSIVE voice shifts ever in the world. Like, statement voice vs regular voice, obviously, but also when he’s talking to Tim and Sasha? Unless they’re correcting him about something, his voice just gets so SOFT. And casual!! Bc they are his friends and he is comfy with them! That’s why he asked for them to be transferred with him!! But if they have a Critique of any kind, he goes Full Professional “humph hmm I am In Charge” and it is very funny.
And like… when he’s stuck in document storage with martin and he just asks in the sOFTEST and SMOLEST voice “ah… martin. You didn’t… die here, did you?” Like maybe Martin had never heard Jon’s smoft voice before! Just the Professional Archivist one! Like no wonder Martin fell in love. Are you kidding me. I would have proposed marriage on the spot.
Anyway jonathan jarchivist sims is in fact Mad Autistic and his professional voice is his Safe Mask and I love him sm
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WIP!
I came up with this crazy idea to give this EA dress (right), a bit of love. It's a great dress! I've used it a lot! But just like everything, it didn't really feel like it fit this day and age anymore...
Soooo I touched it up a bit! What do you think? :)
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Previous // Next
Oscar: Do you think you can keep the baby a secret for now? It’ll only be for a little while…
Robin: In case something bad happens?
Oscar: Erh-.. yeah.
Robin: Will it?
Oscar: Probably not, but you never know.
Robin: Will mama be okay though?
Oscar: She’ll be fine-.. I’ll keep an eye on her, don’t worry.
If Robin knew what a hypocrite was, he might’ve called his father out for telling him not to fret; but he didn’t, so he couldn’t. He stared out of the window listlessly instead, slightly anxious to leave his mother’s presence behind, much like his father.
Robin: I don’t like being far away from people either, especially you and mama.
Oscar: Is that why you don’t like going to school?
Robin paused, that was part of the problem, but it was more painful than anything else. Everyone’s “head-voices” melded together until his brain hurt and he was no longer able to hear himself above the clamour. It was like being surrounded by fifty Jude’s or Juniper’s, all talking at once. Unfortunately, he’d learnt by now that no one else heard those voices, no one else was plagued by thoughts that weren’t theirs to think. You weren’t supposed to feel other people’s emotions as though they were your own, experience their pain or their happiness as strongly as they did, hear their internal monologue, see their memories; it wasn’t normal. You were supposed to be you, and that was it. Maybe he was weird after all.
Oscar: We’ll always be there when you get home, you don’t have to worry about us when you’re at school.
Robin: But you can’t tell what people are feeling when you’re not there…
[Oscar nodded slowly, though Robin could tell his father didn’t quite see where he was coming from. How could he?]
Oscar: It’s normal to wonder if people are okay when we’re not around, especially if you love them.
Robin: Is it?
Oscar: ‘Course!
Robin: Oh.
Oscar: When you’re used to being around someone a lot, sometimes it’s hard to spend time apart, but you’ll get used to it soon enough. You just have to hope they’ll be okay n’ do your thing without them, y’know?
[Robin somewhat understood his father, though it was easier said than done-.. but maybe he was right, maybe it’d get easier over time.
Oscar: Next time you’re at school, try and think about home now n’ then, rather than all the time]
Oscar: Okay?
Robin: I’ll try my bestest.
Oscar: That’s all I’ll ever ask of you.
Robin returned Oscar’s smile, warmed by the familiar rush of affection that swelled within his father’s heart. His love never wavered, was never tinged with guilt-.. an emotion that emanated strongly from his mother, but that Robin didn’t yet understand, so mistook as something negative. Maybe he’d figure her out over time too, but for now, he much preferred being with his papa.
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