Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
ASSIGNMENT 7: WARRIOR
I literally have no scores to show, because JK was a no show and I won by default. I would rather win by having a fair fight, but I'll take it. I do love my pic A LOT, so I think I did well. The judges really liked it. :)
As for the inspiration, I wanted do something Greek since I did pic based off a greek faiytale/love story a couple assignments ago. I've done the typical savage warrior type, so I wanted to do something super pretty too. Plus I knew I could pull off high fashion with this theme.
I wanted her to look like a Greek god. I also wanted to use that helmet she's wearing really badly, so I hunted for days and days for the perfect outfit for it. Finally I settled on this gold bodysuit, so I could use this pose. I wanted a dress, but I hate how some dresses warp when you use certain poses. Then the shoes are EVERYTHING! OMG I love them!
Everything was sorta last minute, because finding the perfect outfit and pose took some time. I got lucky finding this background. The editing wasn't too bad. I did it really fast, but I don't think I messed up or anything. It consisted of mostly cutting her and placing her on this beautiful background.
The next assignment is NOTHING! Duh! Beech convinced/harrassed me to do another one of her comps tho. lol I'm kinda excited since it's a story comp. Hopefully it doesn't effect my writing for Dead On Arrival.
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
-Sincerely, your mysterious host
Sims 3 & 4 sims allowed! Male & Female!
Supernatural sims are allowed, but make sure you pick a sim can adjust to different looks and themes.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
ASSIGNMENT 6: CANDIED SUPER HERO
Peppermint patty is here to save the day! Poor Vince of DOA got caught stealing from the candy store and got bopped on the head. LOL!
I am 99.9% happy with this photo. :D
Friday, September 9, 2016
Chapter 3: What lurks in the dark (Part 2 of 2)He came towards me. Gun in hand. His face hidden behind a scarf. I took a deep breath. My hand resting on the grip of my sword. Sweat resting on my brow. Running wasn’t an option anymore. If I ran, he would surely follow and then what? The bunker, the food, and everything keeping me alive would be gone. I couldn’t risk losing that. I had to confront him. Only cowards would run.