making sims from movies that i loved growing up gives me such a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. the princess and the pauper, was one of my favorite barbie movies as a kid, along with swan lake & fairytopia. so of course, i had to remake Anneliese & Erika with some of my favorite cc.
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Days where you stay up and wake up far too late, moving and feeling like molasses; heavy, sticky, slow. Days where your skin feels tight, when your teeth feel like they’re humming along with some tune they’ve only shared with your skull and finger-bones. Days where you’re hitting the corner of every table and chair and you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if some freak had broken into your house just to shift your furniture a few millimeters to get in your way.
It’s just one of those days; all about the ‘he said’ ‘she said’ bullshit - it’s like Fred Durst could accompany your inner monologue, your own little ‘hey!’ ‘look!’ ‘listen!’ pixie to get you started on your adventure. How delightful!
You’re not so sure you want to go on an adventure that starts with a page of demented drawings left at your doorstep, though.
…
Eh, well, maybe you do, you can’t really lie to yourself. It’s not like you have anything better to do, anyways.
You reach down to pick up the paper; it’s slightly crumpled, there’s a small chunk torn out of the top, and the charcoal from the drawings transferred to your thumb like the dark smudge of a smokey-eye. It was a depiction of what looked like a very tall man standing among crudely scribbled trees - at least you assumed they were trees - along with several circles crossed out by an ‘x’, and words across the top that read “ALWAYS WATCHES, NO EYES”. Huh. Whoever drew this was quite heavy-handed, reminding you of a toddler, almost.
You snorted - the idea of some bumbling little snot-nosed goober scratching this out and leaving it at your door was pretty funny, you had to admit.
The gaunt and looming figure would make more sense too if it were drawn by a toddler. Nearly every drawing of an adult you’ve seen from a child has been way too lanky and way too creepy, so tall-dark-and-handsome here would fit the bill just fine. However, the writing at the top wouldn’t make much sense if this were made by someone who couldn’t even read. A slightly older child, maybe?
Taking another step further out your front door, you looked both ways down your street, almost expecting to see some shady guy in a trenchcoat hiding in the shadows or something. Maybe he would be the tall man from the drawing, who knows? But, everything seemed normal; the neighborhood untouched, and just as boring as ever. Yippee.
The slight ringing in your ears was new, though.
You looked back down at the paper in your hand, the tall faceless man staring- well… sure, staring back up at you. You’d question his lack of features, but since you’d already chalked this up to a child’s drawing, it was easier to overlook the details. Ah, wait a minute…
“Always watches, no eyes,” you muttered as you read the words at the top of the page again, re-evaluating your thoughts here. So, this guy was faceless on purpose, you could deduce that much. But why ‘watches’? Who does he watch? Why is he watching? What the fuck even IS this?
You took one last glance around the street - still empty and boring - before stepping back inside your house. While slowly drawing your door to a close, that ringing in your ears slowly faded down to silence, leaving behind a tension behind your eyes and a tug in your mind towards something you hadn’t even thought about yet.
Strange.
You set the page down on your coffee table with a sigh while passing through the living room; it was probably getting close to your shift, so you’d have to scratch your head about this later. To be fair, you’d much rather be wondering about some drawing, but corporate America waits for no one - not even girls who get mysterious artwork thrown at them like some kind of sign.
A sign for what?
Fuck if you know.
X⃠
“What? A-Again?!”
Brian and Tim turned their heads towards Toby upon hearing his outburst, looking to the tree he stood beside.
“What is it now?” Tim grumbled with a raised brow, tone indicating he was already over it - whatever ‘it’ even was.
”The page over here is missing - again,” Toby replied, head jerked to the side while he spoke with frustration. Pinned to the tree was only a torn scrap of what used to be a full piece of paper.
Tim sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of the nose on his mask out of habit, and he shook his head. Fuckin’ great. This is probably the third time within the past couple of days that this particular page has been taken. That’s what the pages were for, obviously - a kind of lure to get wanderers stuck and crawling further and further into His domain - but when only one of them had been taken this frequently? Shit was weird.
Clearly, something was happening, but if Tim refused to acknowledge it then maybe it wouldn’t get the chance to become his problem.
“It’s fine,” he eventually exhaled, “we’ll just find whatever trespassers snatched it this time and-“
”B-But that’s just the thing!” Toby interrupted, before gesturing to the dense forest around them by throwing his arms wide open. “There aren’t any trespassers!”
Tim looked at him like he was a moron - a look he received often.
”Look,” he began, “I’m tellin’ you, n-no one’s been here! Not for a few d-days, at least.” The grass and bushes and other various plants around them appeared relatively untouched by human presence. The only sign anyone had been there at all was them being there now.
”He’s right,” Brian added simply, standing straight with his arms folded across his chest; casual enough, but tense.
Toby was easier to doubt, but Brian being so sure as well? Tim sighed once again, more frustrated - not to mention more defeated - than before. Now whatever’s going on is definitely his problem.
“Well, that’s pleasant,” he muttered, before huffing and running a hand through his dark disheveled hair. “What the fuck are we supposed to do about it?”
Toby merely shrugged, one of his shoulders jumping a little higher while he did so, and Brian said nothing more.
Cool. How helpful.
After a moment of contemplative silence, Tim sighed yet again, shaking his head. “I’m gonna look around a little,” he announced, before turning on his heel and walking away through the foliage.
“I t-told you, there’s no one-!”
“Let it be,” Brian said, interrupting Toby with a large gloved hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure he knows that there ain’t much to find. Even if he doesn’t, though, he’ll figure it out when he eventually stomps the grass into the dirt while walkin’ in circles for nothing.”
”I guess so,” Toby replied, his shoulders jolting briefly, but the weight of Brian’s hand was grounding and helped keep him still. Several seconds of silence passed between the two while they watched Tim disappear into the trees, before Toby spoke up again. “Think we should make a new one?” He jabbed a thumb towards the tree that was now pageless.
Brian huffed through his nose, amused, a small grin spreading across his face behind the mask he wore. “With what?” he questioned, humouring the situation. “You got a notepad on ya, kid?”
Toby groaned, leaning into Brian to shove him with his shoulder. “Come on man, what’d I-I say about callin’ me a k-kid? I’m like twenty-s-something!”
”Twenty-somethin?” Brian repeated through a chuckle. “I’ll stop callin’ you ‘kid’ once you can figure out how old you are.”
”Man, f-fuck you.”
”No-can-do, buddy - you don’t even know how old you are, remember? I ain’t too interested in ‘catchin’ a case’ or whatever.”
”Oh fuck off!
…
W-Wait, does that imply that you’d be interested?”
”Alright, now you gotta fuck off.”
”I’m just sayin-!”
X⃠
God, it’s always so nice to get off work.
Standing back home in your living room, you stretched with a groan, hearing and feeling several pops from your back. Ah, a joy among many of being a wage-slave: complimentary back pain! Only one of your gifts of the day!
Speaking of…
You looked over at your coffee table, the paper still laying there from when you set it down earlier in the day. Now that you were off work, you could sit down on your couch to stare at it and ponder it properly. Deciding to do just that - plopping on the couch and grabbing the page - you began to look it over again, eager to scan any details your mind might’ve forgotten while you were gone.
It was certainly strange, the level of attention this drawing was taking from you. You haven’t focused this much on something in a long time, and you’re not even sure you’d be able to remember when the last time was. It was only a piece of paper with some scribbles, probably a child’s drawing… but it was just such a mystery! A puzzle to be solved, a question that needed answered! Well, several questions, all packed together in a trash compactor and dumped directly at your door, but still.
The dark charcoal lines on the page began to grow a bit blurry as you stared, and you took a second to squeeze your eyes shut. There was that ringing again. You opened your eyes, blinked, and took a breath. After setting the page back down on the table, you reached to apply pressure to your temples with the heels of your palms; your head was spinning.
Sure, this could just be some coincidence - the wind blowing some strange kid’s drawing to you by happenstance; maybe a kid putting it on your doorstep themselves, trying to freak out the neighbors - but it felt like it was more than that; It had to be more than that!
You at least knew you wanted it to be more than that.
Being an adult means a lot of things. You’ve gotten older, you’ve grown wiser, you’ve become bigger and stronger; the most important thing that’s developed alongside you, however, is your sense of self. No matter how much your life has beaten you down, there are still parts of yourself that you’ve held on tightly to. Your whimsy, your ambition, your hopes and desires, your passion - absolutely monumental parts of what makes life worth living.
And currently, all of that was focused on and activated by one piece of paper with charcoal scribbles. The paper sitting on your coffee table in front of you, taunting you with a story and a mystery just out of reach. The paper that, unbeknownst to you, was about to flip your life around within the span of a single evening.
… fuck it.
Today, being an adult means taking up the main character mantle and doing something completely out of pocket to further your story. Huzzah!
You pushed yourself off the couch, snatched the paper, and went right for your bedroom. A change of clothes, a backpack with a few necessities, the page folded and tucked into a pocket of said backpack, and you were ready to go!
Where you were going to go was one of the biggest questions, though.
Well, I guess I’ll just start with leaving the house.
You pocketed your phone, tied your shoes, threw a jacket on, and walked right out the front door. After closing it behind you, you stopped on the doorstep to look around. The sun was setting over a moderately clear sky, there was a pleasant breeze, and then there was you; backpack slung over your shoulders, looking like a college kid with too much light in their eyes, or maybe even an eager boyscout. Eager, antsy, you.
Taking a deep breath, you took a step forward that led you off your doorstep, before heading out into the scenic street.
Would you even find anything relating to this paper? Would you actually get the answers to something for once? Or would you just be some dork sniffing around for a side-quest after seeing something vaguely spooky?
Honestly, you figured it’d be the latter, but where’s the harm in that?
The thought brought you back to when you were younger, walking around the park with the Skyrim map from its disk case, pretending you were a mage on an adventure. Gaudy plastic accessories, a stick just perfect for a magic wand, and a towel-cape tied around your neck? Absolutely unstoppable. If only you had your ‘gear’ with you now - that “silver” necklace and tiara with the chunky red “jewels” within would definitely add to the ambience.
‘One of those days’ can mean anything, really, if you put your mind to it; it doesn’t have to be about the ‘he said ‘she said’ bullshit. Sometimes, it can be about a piece of paper and potential fantastical delusion.
You smiled to yourself as you got an idea of where you were going first.
Parks were prime territory for adventure when you were a child, so why wouldn’t they be now? After all, you’ve only just moved here a few months ago!
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BASICS
Name: Vivien Hall
Aliases: Actor V, Viv
Age: N/A
Pronouns: She/they (both she/her and they/them pronouns)
Sexuality: Bi & aromantic allosexual
(doesn't feel romantic attraction but does feel sexual attraction - to all genders)
Hometown: Me.. The potion
Occupation: Puppeteer - does puppet shows
(marionette type not the stereotypical puppets)
Color scheme: Yellow/red/black
APPERANCE:
Height: 5'6 (170 cm)
Build / Body Type: Bottom hourglass
Weight: N/A
Skin Tone: Light/pale
Eye Shape & Colour: Upturned eyes/cat eyes (sharp eyes), yellow and blue eyes (heterochromia) (like the potion) the left eye is yellow and the right is blue
Hair Style & Colour: slightly wavy, white/really pale yellow fading with black at the bottom
Face Shape: diamond?
Notable Features: Fangs, her hair, her heterochromia,
Accessories: Loop earrings, long black nails, an occasional choker/necklace band
Clothing Style: Anything that looks good on her
Overall Vibe: Polished, calm.
PERSONALITY:
Core traits: Vivien is outgoing, courageous, extravertive, impulsive, confident, a minx really,
Social Energy Level: High, like i could NEVER
Communication Style: Passive-aggressive
Strengths: Easy to talk to, persuasive, durable & flexible, acting, manipulating
Weaknesses: NEEDS to make an impression, very weak to hate, impulsive, stubborn, will do anything ANYTHING for good attention, she thinks shes better than everyone else (including me), narcissistic,
Accent: Slightly british
Goals: To make an impression on the most people/for everyone to love her
Relationships: Casual hookups, the occasional drunk make outs but nothing long term.. Acquaintances but never friends.
FEARS & PERSONAL NOTES:
Notable Fears or Phobias: scared of being forgotten, she NEEDS people to remember her- forever,
OTHER:
Frequent places: Open mic stages, bars, brothels, the lobby of her hotel
Current residence: This hotel she found, she chose it because in the lobby every friday and saturday night they hold an open mic
Definitely thinks mazm hyde is sexually attractive
The transformations are VERY painful, as they shrink and regrow all my hair, grow my bones, change my skin (color), change my eyes, etc but i’ve grown used to it over the year(s)
FAVORITES:
FAVORITES:
Food: Chocolate (white chocolate preferably)
Drink: Wine or boulevardiers
Color: Yellow, what else?
Season: Spring- It’s the prettiest, just like me!~ (“...” - Hani)
Weather: Sunny! Thats when the most people turn up
Time of day: Evening, again thats when most people turn up.
Place to be: On stage is where my talent blossoms~
Song: Bitch, Bitch, Bitch - from the Jekyll and Hyde specifically the studio recording (“Like creator like creation..” - Hani) Or puppeteer from Epic the musical..
Favourite music genre: Musical theatre/jazz.. My favorite musical is Chicago!
Movie: Strings (2004) (“I’ve never actually watched it..” - Hani “Well, thats going to change!” - Viv “ughhhhh..”- Hani)
Book: Odyssey by Homer, I like the story ✨ (“You know, they made a musical about that-” - Hani “YES you’ve told me MULTIPLE times!” - Viv”
Quote: “If you’re two faced at least make one of them pretty.” - SMASH musical
Weapon: My trusty sickle! (“Where did you even get-”- Hani “I have my ways!~” - Viv)
Animal: Bear cats- they’re adorable! And they bite!
Flower: Butterfly weed, aka my ticket out.
Outfit: “Anything that looks good~” (direct quote)
Hobby: I do love puppet shows (“Isnt that like.. Your whole thing.” - Hani “I am MUCH more than just that, mkay?” - Viv )
Way to relax: Well, when I relax I just turn into Hani and let her take the reins for a while, but I also do like reading..
Thing about themself: I love everything about myself! I am perfect! (“arguable..” - Hani)
Thing about others: Their praise and utter love for me, of course.
Memory: Ah.. I remember the first transformation clear as day.. That has to be my favourite memory, the first time I was free!
Comfort item: Why, my puppets! I adore them, I truly do.. (“.. Do I count as one of your-” - Hani “Of course not, darling! Don’t be dramatic..” [lies] - Viv “Uh huh..” - Hani”
Aesthetic: I like the.. Victorian style, renaissance sometimes.. I don’t really have a favorite aesthetic, actually.. (“I thought it was ringmaster or puppeteer-” - Hani “SHSHSHHSHHHH!” - Viv)
Emotion: Power (“what..?” - Hani “Nothing!~” - Viv)
Least favourite thing: People talking bad about me.
IMPORTANT:
- Her long nails
- Her bangs/hair
- Her murder weapon is sickles or two daggers
- Her puppeteer-esque
- Her fear of being forgotten/reputation being tarnished etc
- I’m the only one immune to her mind control because we share a mind
- She’s does puppet shows while secretly mind controlling people with her powers
- she has powers from the potion
- She thinks she’s better than everyone and always deserves praise
- Her fangs
- Instead of salt, the key ingredient to INGUM is aconitum aka wolfsbane
- The potion (INGUM) is blue before you add wolfsbane, then its yellow. WE DONT ASK QUESTIONS..) A single petal per potion
- Shes really good at puppet shows - its her whole thing
- Platonically calls people darling
- Gets a LOT of love letters/fan letters
- Sometimes goes to casinos, shes REALLY good
ORIGIN STORY:
One day, I ended up in an abandoned house after taking a walk (i saw it and got curious). There I saw a journal (Dr Jekylls, naturally) who made the potion and described what it was like, wanting to experience that for myself. I made the potion and drank it. I name the potion INGUM (pronounced ing-um) and the experience of just.. Having someone else in control, and i could just not be for a while was so intoxicating i made more INGUM and continued to drink. And drink, and Viviens company was nice so I had no complaints… the only thing that, no one could ever know because im scared ill be abused, sold, or something of the sort. I write a lot, but I can never get them published because they’re always not good enough, and no one ever liked the stories and it's made me insecure over the years
LATER:
We make a deal, I’ll let her go out every monday, friday and sunday to do her puppet shows (i didnt know she could mind control people) in return for her helping me become a real author, a loved one (abuses my insecurities and dreams in her favor). But soon that turns out to not be enough for her, she wants more attention, more love, and soon enough whenever someone discriminates against her/her performance she’ll murder them. After a few (3?) murders I finally find out and forbid her from leaving where she slowly goes insane/feral on the thought that if she doesnt go out, no one will remember her/everyone will find her out as a fraud and her reputation will be tarnished idk, (I find out about the mind control after a failed attempt to try it on me), she starts getting desperate. She tries to control what I say- as if that’ll somehow get me to let her out, and she tries to make me into.. Well, her. ‘Perfect’- at least her idea of perfect. She wants me to tell people about her (good things, of course.) and she is paranoid that if somehow i say something wrong, itll effect her. SHe trys to make it so that i believe she is the only one that accepts/will ever accept me, the only one that knows the real me (which by all means, is true) and that shes the only one that will ever ‘love’ me. She manipulated me into thinking that success is the only option. She sees me as.. Something to use, she sees me only as her way to get out as a puppet, even. (EHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE) But in a way, i was using her.. As a way to escape life for a while..
STORY SNIPPETS:
(aka extra story points - drafts)
when i find out about all of this i like absolutely lash out and break the mirror in my room leaving glass everywhere, vivien laughs and is like hah, you cant escape Hani i am you i live in your mind and then im like maybe you are me, but the least i can do is let you never set foot out of my mind again and i like rip the recipe up to shreds which leaves vivien into a crisis of oh my god people will find out or people will forget about me they wont care about me anymore blah blah (tgs hyde when the potion got poured down the sink type shi)
In the story, i have to pretend like i do not know vivien personally, like ive only heard of her and vivien has to make sure nobody knows that she knows me
The potion is made of a bunch of things i wont list (its not important) and its blue, but once the butterfly weed is added it turns yellow
My drawings of her so far! I took inspo from the og Hyde and TGS Hyde and I miiiiiiiight make a sub-blog for her, maybe..
Ah I’m making AU’s all the time haha! This one is based on the fact I’ve been really into the Pirate and the Princess (Webtoon) lately hehe <3 (I recommend it sm!) Also I really felt like doing a manip and it took so long but I think it turned out super fun!!
