Happy Wednesday everyone. Woo WOO! Thank you @artsyunderstudy for the tag!
The Class Menagerie is almost done. I thought that the deadline was today, but it's actually September 10th. I might be turning 25 in less than a month, but I guess that at some moments, I am Jared 19. It's a good thing I have some extra time. All the animals have been found, but I am once again stuck on the whole romantic ending thing, where my aroace ass is basically thinking: "How do they go from rescuing animals to kissing?"
This later deadline also makes me feel less guilty about thinking about my Snowbaz TOTK-inspired fic. I am having a lot of fun with the world building here. (Plot who idk her shhh shhhhh!!!)
I am not pretending to be creative here. In this fic, the Sky Islands were also created by an ancient magickal species and guess what I called them? The Sonai.
“I am a Mecha,” it says.
“A Mecha?”
“Yes, built by the Sonai. I am a Nursing Mecha and I have been looking over you.”
I blink a couple of times. I need to process this.
“What are the Sonai?”
“The Sonai are an ancient civilisation. They are long, long gone. They built this place, but after many decades, they decided to leave the World of Mages. The Land Up Here and us Mechas are the only things that are left of their time.”
“The Land Up Here?”
I look around. I realise I am on a Sky Island.
“The Sonai were powerful beings,” the Nursing Mecha says, “Yet, naming things wasn’t their strongest suit.”
The Nursing Mecha makes some noises. Is it laughing?
For the non-Zelda fans, in the original game, the Sky Islands were made by the Zonai. Also, I called the surface The Land Below There.
As I mentioned, I don't want to use the story of Tears of the Kingdom, so it's fun figuring out what I can use (and potentially adapt) from the game. Right now I have the Zonai, the Constructs, the dragons and uhhhh... the ARMOUR. Yes, this is all so that I can put Simon in the Frostbite shirt:
Come on, guys!!! It has an open back, which would work perfectly for his wings!
If I had more artistic talent, I'd draw it. AND I WOULD GIVE SIMON THE PEARL EARRINGS TO MATCH.
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Accessories Redux
If I had a dollar for every broken pair of glasses and jewelry piece I converted, I'd have about $50, it looks like!
I am using blender as a preview method because I couldn't be bothered with sims moving around and being a nuisance. If you want the in-game previews, I'd suggest checking out the original posts from my old downloads page
Download All - SFS / MF
Pick 'n' Choose - SFS / MF
details under the cut
Glasses
Max image size is 512x512. Updated to avoid blue texture flashing. Glasses will not stack on top of each other. Some lens colors have been changed, sorry!
Madlen Caprice | AF | 2 recolors | 834 poly
MagnoliaC Kimmie | AF | 2 recolors | 1240 poly
Maushasims Aviators | AU | 3 recolors | 1260 poly
Maushasims BG 80s | CU-EU | 4 recolors | 1422 poly
Maushasims Mod | AF | 2 recolors | 1422 poly
MintValentine Abby | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 761 poly
MintValentine Leah | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 748 poly
MintValentine Pepper | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 654 poly
Murphy Chanel | TF-EF | 1 recolor | 4792 poly
Nords Kitty | TF-EF | 1 recolor | 1116 poly
Nords Same Old | TF-EF | 3 recolors | 1108 poly
Praline Sindra | CU-EU | 4 recolors | 2640 poly
SadlyDulcet Diamonds & Stars | CF-EF | 10 recolors | 2132 poly
SilentGrim Avii | AU | 3 recolors | 803 poly
SilentGrim Bans | AF | 3 recolors | 900 poly
SilentGrim Eco | AF | 3 recolors | 970 poly
Casteru Square | CU-EU | 4 recolors | 703 poly
Casteru Round | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 793 poly
Casteru Cat Eye V2 | AF | 6 recolors | 888 poly
Casteru Cat Eye V1 | CU-EF | 6 recolors | 888 poly
BlahBerryPancake Plain | AU | 3 recolors | 4516 poly
BlahBerryPancake Borderline | AU | 2 recolors | 7140 poly
MintValentine Daisy | CU | 4 recolors | 529 poly
SClub WM Kitty | CU | 3 recolors | 1668 poly
Jewelry
Max image size 512x512. Updated to avoid blue texture flashing.
SimPeaches Cordelia Choker | AF | 3 recolors | 173 poly
SimLaughLove Patchy Scarf | CU-EU | 25 recolors | 525 poly* found in headgear
Oakiyo Kaia Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 2777 poly
LittleCakes Long Necklace | AF | 3 recolors | 705 poly
ClumsyAlien Eve Necklace | AF | 1 recolor | 8093 poly
Arethabee Michelle Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 7697 poly* found in headgear
Alexaarr Queen Bee Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 1729 poly
Alexaarr Dainty Cross Necklace | AF | 1 recolor | 617 poly
Alexaarr Bumblebee Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 1229 poly
Okruee Nath 1 Nose Ring | AF | 1 recolor | 2395 poly
Okruee Nath 2 Nose Ring | AF | 1 recolor | 2835 poly
Okruee Nath 3 Nose Ring | AF | 1 recolor | 2857 poly
NataliaAuditore PomPoms | TU-EU | 11 recolors | 1993 poly* found in headgear
Oakiyo Elle Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 6065 poly
Mlys Pufferhead Earrings | AF | 3 recolors | 531 poly
Glitterberrysims Bees Kneese Earrings | PU-EU | 1 recolor | 1713 poly
Alexaarr Honeycomb Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 4017 poly
Alexaarr Honeybee Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 3921 poly
Mag Benty Septum Nose Ring | TF/AU | 1 recolor | 1489 poly
Margosims Aurum Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 1897 poly
SClub WM 201905 Right Index Ring (RIR) | CU | 3 recolors | 537 poly
SClub WM 201905 Right Pinky Ring (RPR) | CU | 3 recolors | 289 poly
TheNinthWave Pearl Necklace for Men | AM | 4 recolors | 6161 poly* 2 versions
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I’d let officer Sevika arrest me…
(Real and you’ve inspired me)
You were a criminal, a real dirty crook, you did nothing for others benefit and everything for your own.
So, it was inevitable that you’d be ratted out eventually by some scum that couldn’t handle a couple pearls being taken from their high-rise.
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You basked in the dark coloured drink before you, in the only bar that bordered piltover and the undercity.
It was the only place you could rob a piltie and nobody would turn an eye, mainly because fissure folk outweighed those pompous bastards in here anyways.
The drinks were cheap, music was better than anywhere else at this time of day, so it became a safe heaven, somewhere you’d put your feet up after robbing and stealing, without thinking to look over your shoulder.
At least, until today.
All of a sudden, and almost ironically, the bar door fell flat against the ground, a loud thud which seemed effective in quietening the room in an instant.
A gaggle of enforcers came trudging in, guns cocked at every inch of the room. A couple of screams and cries from the richer side of the room called the attention of two guards who headed towards them, one of them waving their arms up, saying something you could only just make out through their headgear,
“Stay calm, if you haven’t done anything wrong today, you’ll get home in one piece.”
You muttered shit, under your breath, your eyes darting around the room to find any other way out.
For the first time, there was really no way out.
Sure, you could probably bust a window open and run like hell, but they had guns… so.
You sat there, trying to shroud yourself into the cushiony booth in an attempt to hide yourself.
Quickly, you realised the futility of your actions as they began searched of every individual person, not letting anyone leave before then.
You reached your hands into your pocket, the smooth beads of pearls suddenly feeling red hot under your touch.
“Fuck this.”
You mumbled as you made the resolve to take your chance and run for it. You weighed it up - either you stay, and get caught or run and maybe not get caught, and you were going to really fucking bet on that maybe.
You slipped out of the booth not so soon catching the attention of the enforcers as they began arresting dozens of people native to the lanes - you rolled your eyes, how unsurprising.
You pushed ahead, through crowds of people all in uproar or disbelief at the sudden raid of the bar, most just trying to get out without being caught.
You found a door that sat in the back corner of the room, doing a double take before sliding between the small crack you made in the doorway so as to not draw any attention.
You quickly got ahold of your bearings realising you were in a kitchen/pantry of sorts, which could be useful depending on how long the siege would take.
You look around you, noting a metal slab repurposed as a kitchen counter, a storage space overflowing with cooking equipment and an unreasonable amount of eggs, and a small window that sat just above your head.
You attempted to push it open just from where you were stood but it seemed stuck to its framing. You moved to prop your knee against the kitchen counter, putting more weight on the window as you pushed with a little more force and…
Crash!
The sound of glass shattering rang through your ear as you braced yourself against the wall, your face scrunched together as though it would do much to muffle the deafening sound.
You put a hand over your mouth, listening very quietly for anything but the loud uproaring that was occurring outside.
Once you were sure that you’d gotten away with it, you looked up again at the window, now with glass shards dangerously lining it’s frame.
You grabbed a tea towel, that had clearly seen better days, wrapping it around your fist as you began punching out the rest of the glass until you felt it clear enough for you to make your exit.
A smile grew on your face as you realised that you’d gotten away with it, that maybe becoming more definite as time went on.
You hoisted yourself up with ease as you drag he yourself head first out of the window, it being to small to manoeuvre in any other position.
You found yourself on the outside, landed flat on your stomach, face rubbing into the dust and dirt on the ground.
You spat a couple pebbles from your mouth as you stood upright, dusting off your jacket before putting your hands in them, making sure you still had the-
“fuck! The pearls.” You exclaimed, louder than you wanted to, you looked down one way of the alley you were in, sure that there was no one there until you heard a voice rip through you.
“Ma’am, I think you dropped something.” Your skin rose violently on the back of your neck as you felt their breath fall against it.
You turned around with a feigned smile on your face, that smile dropping almost immediately when you realised you were face to face with an enforcer in that eye-sore of a royal blue.
You rolled your eyes, “let’s just skip this part, I’ve had a day.” You said, uninterested in stroking a cops ego.
They simply played with the pearls in their hand, their headgear frustratingly good at covering their entire face.
“Hey!” You called out to them as they seemed to stare you down, the pearls rolling between their fingers.
“These yours?” They finally said, stopping their movements at once, putting you on edge a little.
It was a trick question, and a question you’ve answered wrong many times. You held your wrists out for them, reiterating your earlier point without words.
“Shame,” they mumbled, pulling the string of pearls into a line as they stepped closer to you, “they’d look pretty around your neck.”
You scoffed, your brain quite literally short circuiting at what you just heard.
“Are you really a cop?” You whispered as though you’d just uncovered a secret.
You could just about make out a chuckle as they reached into their pocket, pulling out a badge. You narrowed your eyes at them before looking down at said badge, it reading;
Sevika Lanes
Piltover’s Finest Sheriff
You gulped, and you imagined it was loud as your hearing seemed to block itself out after that. You also imagined the sheriff was talking to you, but you couldn’t tell with the mask on their face.
“I can’t-“ you spluttered out, “hear you… under that.”
You heard her mumble something but before you could make out what she said she grabbed your hand, forcing it open as she placed your pearls in them. She held your wrist for a moment, the blackened eyes of her mask staring you down. You assumed she was making sure you wouldn’t run, you nodded, hoping that would be enough as words escaped you.
She let go, slowly putting her hands to her head as she pulled her mask off painfully slow. You thought she must have been testing you, because you could’ve run, at any point.
And for some inexplicable reason, you didn’t. You were curious, a sickening feeling when talking about a cop, but it was a feeling very real to you indeed.
Her mask fully off she shook her head, letting stands of her hair fall down out of its tight ponytail and onto her face.
Her eyes were dark yet light in colour, they stared at you with a lustful urgency and all too soon you realised her intentions, and you were more than happy to oblige.
She smirked deviously as she watched you take her in, as though she knew how alluring she was. You’d forgotten about the pearls in your hand until she went to grab them again, you, instinctively pulled back and just as you were about to reverse your choice, you realised you were still a thief and she was still the sheriff.
“Fuck, I am so confused right now.” You admitted, feeling a sudden honest streak course through you.
She stepped even closer into your space, “about what?”
You raised your head to meet hers, the hand clutching the pearls moving behind you as she did.
“You.”
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes flickering across your features,
“What’s so confusing about me, sweetheart?” She whispered, her eyebrows pressing together at their centre, wrinkles becoming ever more prominent.
“Everything.” You whispered back, taken so easily by her entrancing voice.
“Mmm.” She hummed, keeping little space between you as she pulled off her heavy duty gloves, revealing fingers that weren’t any smaller.
“Let me do my job then,” her hands found purchase on your waist, “and clear things up for you.”
You nodded, words truly escaping you.
You’d had fantasies before, sure, cops and robbers, it was a good fantasy, but you never ever imagined it to ever happen, especially considering the amount of pigs on the force.
But she?
A wolf.
Her fanged teeth dug into your neck, biting and sucking assertively as she easily had her way with you.
Your hands gripped in her hair as she growled at the sensation. She pushed you up against the wall that you’d just fallen from, one of her hands dropping to your thigh and another rising to your breast, both kneading ardently into your skin.
“You startin’ to get it, baby girl?” She mumbled from beneath your jaw, placing sloppy kisses along it as her lips made their way to yours.
She let them ghost over yours as she pressed her head against yours,
“Been casing you for a long time, y/n.” She smiled a wicked smile.
Your eyes pried opened, you realising just then that they had been closed.
“Huh…” you breathed, still in a state of pleasure and confusion.
“You’re good at what you do I’ll give you that.” She continued, not bothering to stop for an explanation.
Her warm hands left your balmy body, and you suddenly seemed to come to, despite never having really left.
She pulled out a pair of cuffs as she turned you and pressed you up against the wall, her body still flush against yours.
You couldn’t even find the words…actually you could.
“Fuck you.” You spat as she tightened the cuffs on you.
She smiled, her laugh vibrating through your body.
“Cute.” She responded, pulling you off the wall, hiding you out of the alley and into the Main Street just before the bridge.
She collected cheers and congrats from her fellow officers and she placed you in the back of her car.
You looked up at her filled with rage over getting played by a pig in wolfs clothing. She seemed to noticed your seething rage, a smile on her face as she cupped your face in her now gloved hand.
“Sweetheart, don’t be so mad.” She whispered, her face in a false pout before returning to its natural smirk, “you’ll have me all to yourself in no time.”
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