This is a test version - link (not finished thus tagged as wip not cc)
This face preset is the one that works best, I had to give up on my edited body because it was causing bad stretches but I used this cute diapers made by @quizicalgin instead.
The last 4 pics are comparisons between skins (all of them with the eye contacts by @xiasimla)
1- default skin by @sofayya
2- timeles by @rollo-rolls (primer and tabula rasa skins looks similar to this one)
3- babysoft by @brntwaffles
4- EA
REMINDERS AND KNOWN ISSUES:
eyes dont fully close
new mesh so cc hairs and clothing not compatible
WHAT IS LEFT?
For this specific face mesh the only thing left id to make it default replacement and add thumbnails.
ALSO: Feel free to use this mesh for your cc, just tag me :)
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I’m working on a few things rn but my main thing is an oc x canon fic (specifically my oc Mallory x Ryland Grace), and I’d love some feedback for the first excerpt! It could be read as an x reader if you squint but it’s very specific. Excerpt below the cut! (CW FOR BRIEF MENTION OF CHILD LOSS)
Pedestrian At Best
Mallory Brown, by most definitions, is a mess. She’s never been particularly put together. From having a baby at sixteen to moving almost 8,000 miles away from home on a whim, life has always had a way of dropping her into things.
When she moved to San Francisco from Melbourne six years ago following the death of her daughter and the collapse of an already failing marriage, she told herself this would fix the broken parts of her. Give her a new purpose.
Yet here she is, PhD in astronomy, working at the California Academy of Sciences and barely coping with the slow, grinding monotony of daily life. She loves her job, but she wouldn’t say she’s found any more solid reasons to stick around.
She has plenty of savings. She could just take off. Travel the world again. She’s done it before. She’s good at leaving.
Then life throws a curveball at her. Literally. On a day that had, until 4:12pm on the dot, been like any other.
She crosses the street without looking and steps right in the path of one Ryland Grace, cycling home after a long day at work. He swerves, but runs into her anyway.
“Hoooly ssssugar!” He yelps as his bike tips sideways, throwing him off. She stumbles back, then goes down hard onto her ass, a soft “oof!” escaping her lips as the impact knocks the air from her lungs.
She catches herself on her hands, wincing as the rough surface of the pavement bites into her palms.
Ryland groans and pushes his bike off his legs, sitting up. He’s mostly fine, aside from what are definitely going to be some gnarly bruises. Thank the lord for helmets.
“I’m so sorry!” he blurts, brushing himself off as he stands and staring down at her with wide eyes. “That was completely my fault, I should’ve stopped or- or something.” He offers her a hand.
“No, don’t apologise,” she takes his hand carefully, palms twinging. They’re scraped raw, small beads of blood forming where the rough asphalt has broken her skin. “Seriously, it’s not your fault. I should’ve looked before crossing.”
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ok but what if some propaganda was long. like, really long. like, writing a whole ass essay long. like writing something so long that you don't even want to read it because it is so long. it's just so long. it's the longest piece of propaganda you've ever seen. i'm just trying to pad this don't mind me. do you want propaganda below a cut or do you just want the propaganda laid out like it is here. i don't know what i want that's why im doing some tests. wahoo or whatever. go evil loop!
[Trying to do a trick from one of those weird magic books. It should teleport you to the person you want as long as you have some belonging of that person.]
"What're you some kinda forest fairy protector?"
"You some kind of cowboy having a colonization crisis, poncho pete?"
Daryl had followed the map Glenn found in the prison tower, looking for spots that might have baby supplies for Judith. The formula him and Maggie had found previously was already running low and things were getting too dicey for everyone to go out looking for more. He parked the bike outside of a rest stop and looked over his map when he heard what sounded like galloping coming through the trees.
At first, he thought she might be a mirage but when she stopped a few feet from him and eyeballed him, he knew she was real.
"You got any idea how fucking loud that hunk of junk is? You trying to draw every corpse within 20 miles through the damn woods?" She scolded him from atop her white horse.
Daryl stared confused for a moment before snapping back to the reality of the scolding.
"What're you some kinda forest fairy protector?" Daryl looked her over. She had long fire red curls that rested just over her right shoulder. She wore a long dress but he could see that she had boots and pants on underneath. She almost looked like a princess in a movie had once seen while waiting to be bailed out of jail.
She eyed him in return at his stupid comment.
"You some kind of redneck cowboy having a colonization crisis, poncho Pete?" Daryl stared at her knowing that she had in fact succeeded in taking him down a peg.
"You need something or you just rode out here to bitch at me?" Daryl asked squinting at her.
"Find a car. You're drawing bodies towards my place and I'm tired of having to work overtime to keep corpses away." She demanded.
"You from around here?" Daryl asked seeing the protective look she had.
"Are you asking where I'm staying or if I'm familiar with the area?" She pointed the question outward but Daryl knew she was trying to keep her camp guarded, which he respected.
"Look, I'm not trying to mess with you or nothing. I'm looking for baby supplies." Daryl pulled out the map and the woman looked at him surprised.
"You have a baby out here...at the end of the world?" She asked with heavy judgement.
"It ain't mine...but yeah there's a baby in my camp and her momma....she didn't survive the birth." The woman climbed off the horse and walked over towards him to look at his map. She noticed the star over the prison and he jerked the map away.
"You're staying at the WGC? That place was crawling with bodies." She said surprised.
"It still is...we're just clearing em' out." He explained. She made a face that seemed unimpressed as she jerked the map back from him. She marked a few places on the map.
"These are the daycare's, grade schools and nurseries about 20 miles outside the prison. You should come across formula in these two daycare's but this one was ransacked already." She points to one.
Daryl takes in the information like drinking from a fire hose trying to remember everything she was saying.
"Now the grade schools are tricky because there's a lot of bodies over there. If you can navigate your way through em without getting bit, look for rooms with little chairs, not big chairs." She explained.
"H-how do you know all this?" Daryl asked curiously.
"I've been in the area awhile. I'm loading up for the next couple months before getting back on the road. These are just places I've spotted." She explained walking back towards her horse.
"Where ya headin?" Daryl asked as she swung her leg over the horse.
"That's enough questions Pete. Best be getting to them daycare's if you want to find some formula before you lose the daylight." She said adjusting to the saddle.
"Daryl...my names Daryl." He said not wanting to be stuck with the name Pete.
"Oof...shoulda stuck with Pete." She chuckled before clicking her tongue and the horse trotted away. Daryl watched her disappear into the woods and had to physically shake his head. He wasn't sure if he just had a fever dream or if he just caught a lucky break of running into someone who wasn't trying to kill him or rob him.
