#wogv

See, that's how you do it 🤣

Made one of my WoGV families on the Sims 4. They look so much better irl! xD Yang Kir-Xuemei, Xuemei Kir-Yao, Tian Bal-Yao ♥

Creating my OCs in BG3 to put them into situations

"It's so cooold", Lennox complained and pulled his scarf up to his nose. He even surrendered to the awful mustard coloured fluffy hat his neighbour forced upon him because he forgot his own back in Os Alta. "Have you ever gotten warmer from whining though?", Isolde asked next to him, holding out the basket, "work faster and you'll get warmer." He gave her a playful-grumpy look and picked up the shovel again to put the coal into the basket: "You're so mean to me, I thought you love me." "Tough love, babe", the woman responded with a wink and placed a kiss on his cheek. The Heartrender let out a sigh, a mixture of contentment and defeat. He was in Fjerda. In his home village; where he believed to have no place in anymore after he moved his father to Djerholm into care. But Isolde's family invited him over to spend Roennigsdjel with them if he wanted to and he was so moved by the offer that he hadn't been able to say No. At first it was a little awkward. Lennox hadn't visited her family since before their relationship break - which they still were holding up - so everything had been a bit stiff and weird. Her father had been a bit hostile in the first hour too; if looks could kill, Lennox was sure the bearded man would've glared him to ash. But after seeing how the two of them interacted, that there was no bad blood between them, he warmed up. And it had been really lovely since then. He was incredibly grateful. In the last few months he had not been at his best. Not that he talked to anybody about it, because he was the Helper, not the Helped, but the invitation and the time here was a lifeline. Even if he felt like he'd turn into ice every time he left the house. Even inside he was constantly wrapped up in a blanket. "A great fjerdan man you are. Are you sure you didn't get switched out at birth?", Isolde's brother asked one day, mischief and mockery twinkling in his eyes, but no malice. "Nope. Absolutely not sure. Now give me back the puzzle cube!" Lennox had reached out the hand for the toy he had busied himself with for the past ten minutes only to watch with horror how the boy shuffled it again. An arm wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Are you already frozen to the ground? Let's head inside", Isolde urged him and gave him a shove so he started moving. And this gesture suddenly made him miss other people. Made him miss Olena and Mi and Elly. Who knew; maybe one day he'd manage to get all of them into one room at the same time. And his grandmother, Willem and maybe Mijan too.

Black Veil Island was home. No matter how long Corvina stayed at the Spine, returning to the cemetery was above it. Right now, she had enough of the city, so she needed the escape. She secured her small boat and walked up to the mausoleum. Her boots crossed crunchy grass, white frost twinkling in the light of the full moon. She took a deep breath. The air was fresher here, no stink of canals and horses or chimeys. Just trees, grass and wet earth and the sharp winter air. She wrapped her black scarf tighter around her neck as an icy gust of wind came up. Home, indeed. A loud caw pulled at her attention. "Hell, Omniscient. Long time not seen", she greeted the crow quietly, her voice laced with affection she usually only reserved for AJ and, occasionally for Vilma. The bird cawed again, came flying down next to her and pulled at her trouser leg as if it were a toy. She knew better though. Her friend was impatient, maybe also a little angry about her long absence. The latter it was, as the beak pinched her skin in the next moment. Corvina only huffed and crouched down, retrieving a bag of red meat from her hip bag: "I'm sorry, alright? I've been pretty busy. But I didn't forget you. Any of you." With the last words she took her focus from Omniscient and glanced at the other crows that came one after one. There were more of them than the last time she visited. Damn, was it really so long ago that she missed a whole generation of them? "I really need to come over more often again. I feel like the bearded man bringing gifts and not having enough of them", she muttered to herself as she stood up straight again, watching the murder of crows for another moment, before continuing her way to the mausoleum. The old tree next to the entrance had eventually broken down and created a triangle with the ground. In passing, she hung her hair tie on one of the thin branches. A lonely, sad piece of decoration. But the inside of the mausoleum was exactly like she's left it. The things she didn't take with her were still placed on the marble bench; the bloodied bandages still lazily dropped next to the campfire spot. This was the first destination. She lit it up with some of the dry wood that was piled up in a corner and dropped the pieces of coal she brought into it too, hoping it would keep the fire burning for longer. Where other people travelled to luxurious places or warm places for vacation, she chose to stay here for a few days. It was either that or throwing chairs at people. In her opinion, she was very responsible.

(Jurian is @not-jvkoes obviously xD)