I’M BORED. BORED BORED BORED.
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So I’m making 3-d models of character heads and such in a new program I got for fun as I get time between studying. If you’d like one of your character, send me a close up picture/drawing of their face, and/or a description with as much detail as possible about their facial structures and hair. The shapes of the structures and features are important so I can get it as close to your personal character as possible. Are they angular, slim, pudgy, baby-faced? Almond eyes, big eyes, tiny eyes? Thick lips or maybe a thin and long mouth? Do they normally look pleased, fierce, friendly, startled? Eye brow style? Nose shape? You can message me, drop the info/request in my ask box, or re-blog this and add your request that way and I’ll see if I get to it. ^_^
Oh, right, I guess you might want to see an example I made.
Well hello there
OOC: I’ve been busy with mid-terms. Right now I’m almost done with my project on the German city of Dresden. Then I have three tests this week. And then merciful merciful spring break! And when all the stress is done, I would love to rp with some of you lovely followers whom I adore so much. I haven’t forgotten you, after all, just grown busy. See you lot very soon! ^_^ <3
In the mean time, here, have this. You’re welcome. :)
Just my luck. Every single guy I’ve ever been drawn to: Taken, currently pursuing someone else, or gay. Talk about disheartening.
I have a friend. He goes by Raymie(spelling?) or Seth. He is a female-to-male transman.
now, tuesday was valentine’s day. At my school, we play a game called the heart game. Each girl is given a heart which she writes her name on. Girls are not supposed to talk to boys for the…
I sign.
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Adella gave a nod.
“Yes please. You were so nice before and got me dance shoes when I was at Arkham, but I don’t think you ever saw me dance, did you? I’m quite good.” she smiled, deciding to put the bad…
Adella would follow, saying nothing about his lock picking skills. but then, she was rather used to locked doors just opening, if the spirits wanted her some place. They were very good at that. She smiled instead, feeling better for the food and water, though not all the way better for certain. With a nod she moved inside, already moving to her toes. She glanced around the room with a smile, moving to the center and pausing to take a breath. She closed her eyes, focused. In her head she heard the music begin to play, she moved to her toes, and she began the dance La Bayadera. Almost effortless, graceful, what was clearly a lifetime of practice behind every movement. She smiled, she couldn’t help but to smile, until she stumbled and fell. She still smiled, however, catching her breath and finding him in the room.
“I guess I’m not quite ready for a long dance just yet.” she admitted with a blush, catching her breath and slumping over.
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“It was still beautiful none the less Adella” he told her standing in awe at how she had moved so gracefully, even with that injury on her foot. It was a shame, Adella was extremely gifted and would have been a shoe in at any dance college…if only she didn’t have monsters chasing her left and right. He went to her side, sitting next to her, “maybe when you’re fully healed, I can see the full dance.”
She smiled proudly, still catching her breath a bit. She was surprised, often when infection took over she’d get a fever after, but this time it didn’t seem as bad.
“Of course, when I’m fully healed.” she nodded. “Hey Julian…thanks for everything. You’re really great.” she smiled but then leaned in to whisper in a very serious tone,
“Carry rock salt with you, please. I’ll go poof for a while, and that will help, but some of them might still try to mess with you a bit for being so nice. The meaner ones. Rock salt will help, holy places if you get in a jam enough, okay?”
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Adella gave a nod.
“Yes please. You were so nice before and got me dance shoes when I was at Arkham, but I don’t think you ever saw me dance, did you? I’m quite good.” she smiled, deciding to put the bad…
Adella would follow, saying nothing about his lock picking skills. but then, she was rather used to locked doors just opening, if the spirits wanted her some place. They were very good at that. She smiled instead, feeling better for the food and water, though not all the way better for certain. With a nod she moved inside, already moving to her toes. She glanced around the room with a smile, moving to the center and pausing to take a breath. She closed her eyes, focused. In her head she heard the music begin to play, she moved to her toes, and she began the dance La Bayadera. Almost effortless, graceful, what was clearly a lifetime of practice behind every movement. She smiled, she couldn’t help but to smile, until she stumbled and fell. She still smiled, however, catching her breath and finding him in the room.
“I guess I’m not quite ready for a long dance just yet.” she admitted with a blush, catching her breath and slumping over.
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Story of my life…
People like that make me sick
Ich auch, but it’s a fact of life for us, mein Freund.
I know…still doesn’t mean I will let it happen, not if I see it, ain’t no crowds gonna try and get you like that, or anyone
Danke. It’s happened more than once, you know. That up there isn’t even the worst.
……what?
What happened in the picture isn’t the worst time that I’ve been mobbed. The worst one was in Germany.
…..Kurt…..what happened in Germany?
Oh, nevermind. Forget I said anything, Logan. I mean, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
*hugs* I’m sorry not everyone can see you for you. Some people just don’t seem able, they only see what’s on the outside. I guess it’s kind of like traumas. One of my doctors told me once that it’s like people are in a room, and all the bad things are hidden behind a curtain. But when you see or experience the bad things, that curtain gets pulled away, and you know it’s real after that. The other people know it exists kind of, they know the idea of it, but it’s still all fuzzy for them because they haven’t seen it.
In a way, the people who only judge others by how they look, I guess they’ve just not had that experience yet. That curtain pulled away in their rooms where they see and really know just how wonderful someone can be when you don’t expect it.
Well…if that makes any sense? Um…maybe I didn’t explain it right, it sounds so much better coming from the super educated doctor. I guess…just…well…*hug* You’re a good person.
*hugs back* Danke, Adella. It made sense, don’t worry. I just wish it wasn’t that they would “have to get to know me” before they can like me. Why can’t they not judge based on appearance? Well, I guess it’s like you said. Why did this doctor have this conversation with you?
*smiles* I like to help, if I can. And yes, it is sad, but I like to think the sad things in the world make the happy things all the better. Oh, the conversation? They were trying to explain why some people just can’t understand what you’re talking about, because they’ve never been there. It was a sort of explanation of PTSD. A trauma pulls the curtain back and makes the bad things real, and then you can’t unsee them, can’t really put that certain back to make it go away forever. I guess it’s like a memory, when you look around the room you see it, but it’s a bit more real, because the thing behind the certain can reach out and touch you. It made sense to me when he said it, I was glad for an explanation I could understand.
But I’m very impressed, you don’t seem to have that problem, or at least, I wouldn’t guess you do. People have hurt you a lot, but you seem to be able to stay mostly happy outside of that, not to re-live it all. Unless I’m wrong.
I wassssssssss. Buuuuut nonw itss alll bad adn I keeeep seing it overrrr and over andover again…..l You haveeeee PTTSSSSSSDDDD? WAssss ist dasss?
*raises an eye brow at the slurred words* It’s something where you re-live past bad things. Like, really really re-live them. Like you’re back in that place so much you literally see it all around you, and you can feel it all again physically too if it’s bad enough. Sometimes it’s just little ticks, little flashes, but sometimes you really really re-live it and it’s not good.
Although, it looks like they may have hit your head maybe…you’re talking funny…we should get you to a doctor person, mayhaps…
Nononononononono. m jus ddrunk. sokay. I thikkkk I haeve that!! IHad a panice atttackk th other day!!
Oh…those are never fun. Well then I’m terribly sorry. I wish I could give some kind of advice, but it’s something wrong with our brains…I think…one of the other doctors told me that…wait, did you say drunk? Oh dear…that’s not good.
