#i'mback!

Detail of a bronze ornament of a bed from First-class stateroom (either C-83 or B-54, which were decorated in Empire style).

New Things Are Coming!!!

I thought I’d give you all a small sneak peak of some of the things I’ve been working on. This is just a small taste of the 100+ objects and clothes that I have in the works. 

I have ALL the meshes done and have completed the textures for most of the objects but I haven’t even started on the textures for the clothes. So, I still have A LOT of work to do. I’m thinking I’ll complete all the object, release those, and then start working on the clothes. Between finishing everything and updating my outdated site I’m looking at 2-4 weeks before I release anything. I was thinking of starting a Patreon for those who don’t want to wait for a bulk release and who are interested in creating process as well. But we’ll see if I even have time for that.  

On another note, once I finish with my current items I’m planning on expanding to make adult items and home furnishings. I’ll still make kid and toddler items but that will no longer be my main focus. Sooooo, y’all let me know what kind of items you’re interested in!

But not for long. Suddenly he was surrounded in a courtroom of abominations. All in various lawyer uniforms. They all put their hands in thumbs up positions. Then the floor swayed and bucked. Then it opened up into a hole, pulling him in to it. Next he saw the different ways abominations have been used throughout time. He was shocked. They don't teach this at school. At school abominations were used to tasks, basically servants. But here they looked more… like friends.. Companions even. He liked it. Then an abomination who had been putting flowers in a girls hair, noticed him. He waddled up to him and placed a set of flowers on his head. The abomination put its hand on his shoulders and thrust his head into Darius's and all of a sudden he was an abomination. They had merged. They were one. He spent a lot of time in this new form learning to maneuver and shape weapons with his hands. It felt so free. And unrestricting. It just came and was done. 

No spell circle, it just..was. As walked around he eventually discovered a lake. He didn't know what to expect but when he looked down all he saw was his, but not.. His face was goopy. His hair was like a cloud shifting and changing above his head. He leaned closer to the water. Now he was  in the water. Then everything went black again. Next thing he knew he was up. How long has he been asleep? He paddled downstairs, where he saw the amount of plates his parents must have boright him while he was asleep. They were out again, of course.  With a most recent plate of a breakfast burrito and appleblood. From the looks of the plates, and finding the calendar it was sunday. OH NO!! It was the day of the fight! How’d he sleep for that long?? It was going to be tonight at 8. He checked outside and breathed a sigh of relief. It was bright outside. To confirm, he ran into the living room. Yes! It was 9:00 am! He still had time. Now coming down from his panic he started to wonder. Did anything change? He raced upstairs to look in the mirror. “OH MY TITAN!” he exclaimed. Looking back at him was himself, but with green eyes and his hair was like in his dream. It was fluffy and abomination colored. His hair still flowed to his shoulders. However he noticed that there was now an abomination in it. “What will people say? If I enter like this, they will know something is up. Could he change it back? He owed himself to try. He concentrated on his hair. It was hard, like moving a boulder. But slowly it became to settle down, the abomination color turned back to black. The eye disappeared. 

The only difference is that the lighter patch of his hair was a tad lighter. He breathed a sigh of belief. Now they eyes he said. He concentrated like he did with his hair. But they didn’t change back. No matter how much he tried. Eventually he gave up and tried to find an excuse that he could use. His grandmother on his father’s side had had green eyes and maybe his greater grandfather too. Maybe the genes just awoke? Yeah, that would have to work as an explanation 

Anyway he couldn't focus on that. He needed to practice these new abilities. He must win! With that pondering in his head, he went out to the back yard. He first attempted to summon an abomination. It was so easy and fluid to make a spell circle. To test it he used it to punch some trees. Which it decimated easily. He let it loose form and tried to form it again without a spell circle, and again it formed easily. He performed the same test and it was the same, if not better. He felt the anxiousness leave his body. He felt so light. The experiment actually worked. “It worked!!” he shouted to the air. Raising his arms up above his head in victory. As he did so, his arms turned into abomination arms and furthermore turned into axes. “UHHHH” he began. He quickly tried to shake them off. It didn’t work. He tried to purposely throw them. That didn't work. By this point he started really freaking out. His shaking of his hands became more erratic. But he breathed in and out. He steeled himself and concentrated. This time with his eyes opened he saw the process of his hands reverting to his normal hands. He breathed with relief and tried again this time staying calm and focused. This time his hands changed to a blade. He swung it around and hit a tree. The tree gout pierced. He practiced turning it back. 

Accustomed to it now and it is changing back and forth. He wondered about his dream. Could he really become an abomination? He decided he wanted to try it but he also wanted to know what he looked like. So he quickly ran inside the house to grab a handheld mirror. He grabbed it and briefly caught a glimpse of himself and his new green eyes. He got back to his spot and he closed his eyes and he called the vision into his mind, then looking down  at the mirror he opened his eyes. As abomination enveloped him the last thing he saw was how his new green eyes turned into having black sclera and a bright green iris with another green ring around it. Then it cut to black for a second, then when he could see next he was not a lot higher off the ground. 

Hello Hello, WoW World!

Spent a great deal of time on my character, Fenra Winterwolf on https://miss-bullets-and-booze.tumblr.com/ which was a great time. A truly great time and a lovely game of FFXIV! Now, I’ve returned for the beauties of BFA with a new face!

Meet Erzulie Glaciermoon, the much elder figure to the Glaciermoon House and Shesha’s estranged grandmother. One who was long thought dead. I’ve taken a love for this toon and her development is ongoing. Unfortunately, Shal’dorei are Horde side so to catch a glimpse of me or on TRP, might wanna add me to BTag or hop on a Hordie!

Seriously, man. 

At the end of June, I was MAD busy. I then had the week from HELL from 1st to 8th of July (thank you, life) and then a better, but still mad busy week since then. 

But at least I got loads of writing done! I’ve spent the last four days in Google Docs revising my story notes for two projects.... in two different fandoms. (One is like 52 pages long). I figured out a new system for planning stories that, once finished, will make it a hell of a lot easier planning more. 

The drawback/advantage is that it involves DEEP notes. Submarine level deep. Right now, I’m adding to my mega Trelsi fic notes, because I love this story MADLY and I can’t wait to begin writing it. Sometime. It’s a little frustrating, but I NEVER begin writing a story without writing thorough notes and a plot timeline. Never. So it takes me a lot longer, which means that I only write for characters that I care enough about to sacrifice exercise, sleep and real life so that I can figure them out. 

Modus operandi:

(Flip the bird at Real Life)

1- “The Marvel of Trelsi”-- Still need to discuss why these two work as a couple, Kelsi vs Gabriella as characters, possible headcanons, possible drawbacks and characterization. 

2- “Illusions and Reality”-- Trelsi fic, but mostly Troy-centred. I’m fascinated by Troy’s cognitive dissonance, particularly in HSM III. (HSM III is my favourite starting point for Trelsi, as I will explain later). Basically, Troy’s moral compass is out of shape throughout this movie because of his relationship with Gabriella, and I want to explore that. It’s going to start right after Gabriella shamefully reneges on their plans to attend prom, right when Troy sinks into a (new) low. I’m really interested in gap between illusions (the perfect relationship) and reality (his actual relationship), and what it would take for Troy to realize that. 

3- “The Joy of Solitude”-- Troy-centred fic about how he found the rooftop garden space and what it means to him.