These aren’t the Scenes You’re Looking For, Predicament I

I was exhausted by my humiliation scene and slept all afternoon on the bed of Weird-Wormhole-Barbie© fake flared nails, which once belonged to Bread-Winner Portia’s great-great-grandbotter. Then I worked excitedly on my Frankenthaler Jr. Jr. Jr./Basquiat-Estatement Intersectionali-Tees© dissertainment, and eventually received Portia and Portia’s invite to a deserted, pitch-dark sim. We’d agreed on a predicament scene, but a baby one, a “baby predicament for a baby bottom” (—Everye Stuck-upe Petite Powere Bottome ever). I looked good—at least I think I did—still sporting the peppy Dernier latex ensemble and now also wearing the bespoke moulded mask, which, in combination with my newly shaved head, made me feel less than human. “It’s not easy being green” said Triumphantly-Unemployable Portia, citing Epi-cure-us. I’d chosen most of the event’s elements, and was proud of my vision, but the rainy sim was sheir choice. Shey handed me a vintage 2012 umbrella by LISP, instructing me to hold the item aloft throughout the rainy scene. This seemed ridiculous since I was wearing waterproof latex and had no hairdo to ruin, but I would soon discover that my tops wanted me to struggle, sweat and suffer under its “masculine” scale.* (That’s SL scale, which then, as now, makes male-identified avatars triple the size of those who are female identified and/or scoffing at outfit limits.)

The umbrella, which the Portias called a “bumbershoot,” was a high-primmed concoction. Early 21st-century creators didn’t think about how challenging it would be to manage a so-called “brella-brella-brella” like this one. Prim count aside, the extensive scripts for colour changes and the embedded poses would make any avatar crumble like the Collabor88 sim on opening day. Nowadays there are plenty of Sunday-morning BDSM-bar-swap-meet-and-greets where tops think they’re impressing each other with their wildly exaggerated stale stories about innocent-looking vintage accessories that overwhelm bottoms. Intricate, resizable, colour-change diamond necklaces with glow options are not a “girl’s best friend” (—Marilyn “A-Fine-Romance” Manson in their ugh Blonde phase).

My tops and I agreed on a hot humid forest setting so that shey could mess with my suit’s A/C settings. I had asked for a craggy mid-size Master-Oid© purpose-peppered with divots in a range of sizes and suck strength. Portia and Portia were feeling sheir power over me and the grid, so shey went back to the Full-Food-Fore-Court-Press-Play© to order the drink shey’d nixed the night before on socio-political grounds. Shey savoured sheir synth durian “Big Gulp” (still easy on the ice, but leveled-up on the stink) while using sheir dronettes to watch remotely on one of the restaurant’s biggest screens. I spent almost a half hour self-consciously pulling my heels out of the glorified rock’s mothere-fucking holes . In the days before the scene I’d fantasized about the pain I would feel in my colour-change Pure Poison Siena pumps. I told shem—why did I tell shem?—that the shoes are a half-size too small and that the way they scrunch my toes reminds me of sardines suffering in a tin. Sardines that are still mostly alive, but squeezed to near-death, and too tightly packed to scream. (Or take their minds off the torture. They couldn’t, for instance, recite the 186-character Middle-Marsian alphabet backwards. But then neither could I.) Portia and Portia pointed out that synth sardines can scream under any conditions as long as they’re alive. If they didn’t scream they couldn’t fulfill their destinies in our bellies. It’s their screams that tell us they’re fresh.

I never confessed to my pumps’ other imperfection. So, that night, instead of trying to stay present and balanced even though my arms ached and shaked under the weight of the so-called “brolly,” I obsessed over the inevitability that the live-feed dronettes would find me out. And mortify me in front of Portia and Portia (and whoever survived the durian stench). The dronettes’ pin-head size made them almost-invisible “officious angelettes” (—Wimsical Wendor), especially when they were camouflaged by hail or recording notes from inside raindrops. All-Business Portia was always trying to economize, so she bought outdated dronettes with no capacity for suspending disbelief, no capacity for cutting my slack with baby powder. Failing to channel Jude Law standing on that ocean perch in The Third Day, knowing I wouldn’t be able to come back from the dead (not in that sweater at least), I waited impatiently for the dronettes to fly closer, witness my failure, and sound the visual alarm. I steeled myself for their ancient alert. Too-Much-Time-on-Her-Hands Portia had explained that Earthérs© used to call the dronettes’ call-out “bombastic side-eye with an order of sweet-potato snickers.” I knew that those unforgiving bitchette-angelettes would betray me. Indeed they did. Coming so close that they singed my insteps, they showed Portia and Portia that I’d been shopping the weekend sales again, that my pumps—my faster-won’t-last-her-footwear—didn’t perfectly match my slow-boat-to-China catsuit.

Credits

*LISP – Rainy Days Umbrella (Available on Marketplace for 10L. Not scripted for resize but you can resize the old-fashioned way.)

Dernier: “Keiona” Jacket – Pink 

:Dernier: “Keiona” Skirt – Pink 

:Dernier: “Keiona” Catsuit (BoM) Mint with mask

Pure Poison –  Siena Pumps – Ebody

REBORN by eBODY v1.69.6

eBODY – REBORN Shape 1 my edit

-Pretty Liars- Boobs lift LEVEL 7

Outside Sheepspace

All-Business-Portia and I agreed that we would wait out Sweet-Portia’s first humiliation scene at the stylish Full-Food-Fore-Court-Press-Play©, which was fauxkittyfauxcorner to our old apartment. (Memories, eh?) Our tiny surveillance Dronettes© showed us that after some unenthusiastic nose-wiggling, Portia fell to all fours and chanted “merino buzzbuzz merino buzzbuzz merino buzzbuzz / I am that / it me / so hum / no hum / no humdrum / buzzzzzzzz.” We were pretty confused by this, wondering if Beautiful-People-Portia had stumbled into the 1960s, but then we recognized the phenomenon: Portia had slipped deeply into sheepspace. Next thing we knew, she was shouting “Shear me, ringer, shear me hard. I am your spring lamb with mint sauce. Eat me, ringer, eat me hot.” Portia bleated and squirmed her way to a supersized Organïque-Vegane-Specially-Formulated-For-Wïmmïne-Orgasme©. Then, annoyingly, she concealed and cocooned herself for hours in a cloud of dirt-road dust and a nest of discarded latex. My ex and I were arguing about the multi-dimensional and pan-societal ramifications of ordering ourselves a synth durian Big Gulp© (level-2 stink, easy on the ice) when the Dronettes© notified us that our darling friend was finally awake. We watched remotely as she tried on all the shaved hairbases in her inventory, all the hairbases, all the colours, even the brassy (ugh) Blondes. During aftercare, as she sucked and tore at the “wool” of her abject bunny hat, Adorbs-Portia told us that she needed the buzzed hair to expose her humiliation as a defenseless ewe shorn by a masterful Australian ringer. Then it was our turn to be humiliated when Cherry-Popped-Portia declared that her handler would always be stronger, quicker, rougher, cisser and hetter than either of us.

Credits

MINA – Bobby-03 – LeL Evox BOM-hairbase (black)

e.marie // Sydney Earrings – Golds { EvoX human F } [Those pretty earrings! We wanted them to embarrass her, just like the bandaid, just like the glitter freckles, but she is super girlie. Next time we give her the screws.]

:Dernier: “Keiona” Jacket – Pink 

:Dernier: “Keiona” Catsuit with mask and brows (BoM) Mint

/ HEAD / lel EvoX NOEL 3.1

euphoric- Zelda eyes

Ladybird. // Face Bandaids – Nose, Pink!

Ladybird. // Glitter Freckles – Purple

Hexed – Fear Tattoo FRESH

REBORN by eBODY v1.69.6

eBODY – REBORN Shape 1 my edit

These Aren’t the Scenes You’re Looking For: Humiliation I (NSFW—move along)

It took three weeks for the three of us—I think we were three—to negotiate three scenes. Portia and Portia used the same Oh-rïg-ën© account, and all sentences scored similarly: stats consistently showed that the language skills matched those of an 8-year-old cishet male with undiagnosed ADD compulsively drinking a retro 24-ounce Big Gulp© and ignoring both a frenemy’s Ohs© and the Röm-baa’s bleats for help. There was no hint of Portia’s results-driven micromanaging. None of Portia’s provocative playfulness. I was never sure who I was Oh-ïng© with. Maybe an actual sugar-highed kid was running the show.

Portia and Portia proposed that we script simple humiliation scenes by collecting settings, actions, objects, and players that she/they (shey?) could combine as shey liked. (Shey said shey’d been role-playing works by a 20th-century playwright named Brecht—who was all about predicament scenes—but who sadly ruined some great songs with his Verfremdungseffekt.) Shey sent me a dozen Ohs© a day, peppering me with questions, leaving me annoyed and frustrated, and only fleetingly aroused, or rather scaroused as kinkstérs would have it. On day 21, after we concluded our negotiations, shey Ohed© me with options for one final wardrobe detail. First Oh©: “Hard iron heavy tight-fitting old headgear stuffed with mass-produced khaki polyurethane-foam-filled plastic?” No, I replied, afraid that would make me sweat. (Also, I recalled pledging that I would drive a tank if it pleased shem, and I figured the helmet would lead to the battlefield.) Second Oh©: “Soft woolen light loose-fitting brand-new headgear lined in a wispy layer of cottage-spun ebony silk?” Yes, I replied. (What young femme-identified folk would say no?)

That night I couldn’t sleep, not because I was excited by my first assignment, my first scene. But because I couldn’t stop thinking about the wool. Woolen? Wool. Wooly! I’d be a sheep, I thought. No, that’s silly, I thought. Yes no, I’d be a sheep, a Merino sheep humiliated by the shearing of her splendid bespoke wooly cap. I lingered over thoughts of being rounded up at noon under a blazing sun. Maybe an Australian sun in an Outback sim. I’d be overcome with heat. I’d never outrun, never evade the stern-looking shepherds brandishing their crooks, threatening me with the shearing of my life. Of. My. Life.

Alas it was not to be.

For my first scene Portia and Portia teleported me to Missing Mile, where it was always a chilly dawn. Then shey sent me a bonnet. I was fully prepared to be a spring lamb but that’s not what shey wanted from me. Instead, Portia and Portia had cast me as a limp-eared Easter bunny without her eggs. I longed for a big colorful basket of small foil-wrapped chocolate treats. They would melt reassuringly in my mouth as they did when I was a child avi, before my avi parents divorced and ghosted me. The eggs would be perfect offerings if Portia and Portia arrived to test my devotion to shem. Even though they were damned hard to free from their infernal wrappings, I would peel those little eggs like grapes. I would wiggle my nose for shem. I would hop shyly. But then I would open my mouth wide, and I would open my other holes even wider, when shey brandished a clutch of big slippery siliponic Care-outs©.

I practiced wiggling my nose. I really did. But all I could think about was sheep, who never wiggled nothing for no one, even when they were stampeded over a cliff by a tyro dog, ruining Gabriel’s life. I tested my powerful rabbit legs, hopped around, not at all shyly, sniffed the air. Gradually I began to sense a mass of wooly, smelly beasts milling around me. They were a flock of genetically manipulated neo-post-vintage sheep—green-glowing Kac-Alba-Arties, voluptuous hybrid Holstein-Romanov-Beefalo-Friesian-Dorper-Polypay furries in desperate need of a good milking, and huge baad baad black sheep sweating inside all-encasing pleather that sizzled under the noon sun. I sank to all fours on the empty dirt road in Missing Mile. Sank at no one’s command. I held fast to my wooly bunny bonnet. I scaled it up to show more fleece, hoping the other sheep would accept me as the latest gen-fad. I fantasized about watching the gang of burly shepherds grab my flock-mates one by one and barber them quickly, unceremoniously, with no intention of giving them the shearings of their lives.

Hypnotized by the buzzing of the industrial electric razors, I’d wait patiently for my turn—wait with my hard-beating heart in my knot-tight throat. But for how long? When would I be wrestled to the ground by one of them? Which one of them? The one I liked to watch? The one they called “ringer”? He was older than the others, stronger, quicker, and rougher. If a sheep squirmed, he’d grab it by its head, taking full control. I imagined this man—older than the others, stronger, quicker, rougher, cisser, hetter, with no time for sugar, no need to Oh©, in short, a master—handling me like any other sheep, grabbing me by the chin, expertly twisting my sweet sheepy-bunny-head into an inescapable hold, maybe even using his forearm to press on my windpipe. I’d wiggle my nose then, wiggle it for him, wiggle it hard, even though he wouldn’t see it, even though he wouldn’t care.

I knew I was kneeling alone on a dirt road in Missing Mile, abandoned in the sticks by Portia and Portia, with a nöb somewhere on the horizon. And yet I was certain I was in Australia, certain my resistance to their ringer had attracted the other shepherds’ attention. I could tell they’d laid down their razors and gathered round, laughing at me rasping and writhing in protest and pain. (Don’t think I was a meek sheep; I did not bleat.) I knew that Portia and Portia had sent the shepherds big baskets of those chocolate eggs I craved. I was alone on that dirt road and yet I felt every blow as the shepherds pelted me with most of the treats and sucked on the rest. (They’d saved the green ones for themselves, just like pop stars who curated their M&Ms© in the days of yore.) I thought I could hear some of them softly sing. (Portia and Portia later told me it was probably an old ©Christian© hymn, a paean to Mary, to Mary of the Little Lamb.) And then all of them went silent and still as my masterful ringer stripped me of my latex, smirking at the spring-themed pink and green, showing all the men my dripping sweat. He turned me over and over, searched my body, searched it hard, searched it long, looking, he growled, for something ripe to shear.

Credits

Doe . Bunnish . (Kraken pack)

:Dernier: “Keiona” Jacket – Pink 

:Dernier: “Keiona” Skirt – Pink 

:Dernier: “Keiona” Catsuit (BoM) Mint

/ HEAD / lel EvoX NOEL 3.1

euphoric- Zelda eyes

[Glam Affair] Winnie [Lelutka EvoX] Icy A came with Winnie – Blush 50% and Winnie – Eyes Makeup 1 (old gift)

Ladybird. // Face Bandaids – Nose, Pink!

Ladybird. // Glitter Freckles – Purple

Hexed – Fear Tattoo FRESH

REBORN by eBODY v1.69.6

eBODY – REBORN Shape 1 my edit

-Pretty Liars- Boobs lift LEVEL 7

Location: Missing Mile

Yeah I knew them

Portia and Portia. I met Portia first. She worked in the chop shop in Twostatesolutiontown, fitted me with my twentythird body, a LaraX mach 40 knockoff. Portia recognized me from my pics. Like every other image that citizens fabricate, my feeble indie attempts to advertise something—anything—were available to the born or to the bred. Or illegals like me, fitted with docuplants that allowed us to browse but not vote or hold public office. It doesn’t matter who you are—all of us have to pay to keep any photos private, especially nudes. Portia’s girlfriend Portia told me about an old policy on a platform called Flickr, where you were compelled to pay for a “Pro” account to post yourself—or anyone else—naked. The current governcorp policy is like that—except in reverse.

I was never R2 Defense. I got the suit at a legendary Wuhan wetwork market. No one shopped virtually any more. You needed to know your new catsuit wasn’t going to disappear an hour after you put it on. It didn’t matter to me if it was authentic kit as long as I got the PIN along with the goods. Despite the likely fakery, I was confident I could look like a Good, Giving, Game and Glam Recruit®. Defense didn’t pick me up. Neither did XC, the shotgun maker. No from [NK*] on the Matsumoto Rippers-92. Even *barberyumyum* passed. They saw my mod of the wig and threatened to throw the UPaid at me for shrinking the extra-long bangs. (I figured an R2 G4® recruit should look like she can see. Just.) I thought the suit and the weapons were hot, but Portia zeroed in on the gloves—a 2009 pair from ::Poised::. Unfortunately for Portia, who, like Portia, is fixated on vintage, the gloves belonged to the stylist, who was last seen chatting up a catalog model for Gene Splicer’s teen collection.

Portia persevered. She convinced me and my photographer to follow her to Backdrop City. She offered me an animated Evil tattoo from This is Wrong, then gently affixed it to my back before I could say no. Portia had given it to Portia as a joke. (Apparently Portia didn’t laugh: she was touchy about her neo-geo-libertarian tendencies. There was some kind of income friction harshing their cielo, and Portia resented it when Portia spent her credits on flashion.) Anyways, playful Portia led us to a deep green room, where she asked me to pose like I was worshipping this gaudy old idol. Portia told me that it was a symbol for a currency with at least seven names, just like the old I Yam that I Yam. “Money,” “greenbacks,” “moolah,” “scratch,” “Benjamins,” “the ready, steady, go,” and “cashohlaohlalalalala.” It was an earthwide phenomenon fashioned out of foldable paper and it bore the faces of long-forgotten synth males. Portia said it was small and fit into things that were once called “pocketbooks.” (I didn’t see the point of reading a book about pockets, but as the quaint incantation goes “YKINMKBYKIOK.”)

My photographer shot the same pose over and over again, just like the person who’s writing this blog, putting words into my mouth to make up for her feeble indie pics. My only fan watched for an hour before she called a time out. She strode up to me at an even pace and backed me against the sculpture. The pearls were cold. I started to tremble. Portia stepped close and looked me in the eyes (what she could see of them). I sensed her arm glide down her own body and I heard the timeless sound of Velcro ripping—but real slow, you know? real real slow. She pushed something moist between my legs. It was her own plasma patch, warm to the crotch. I waited, willingly giving up all my aching agency. Touching me nowhere else—neither my naked breasts nor my exposed ass—Portia reached for the patch’s on/off button, circled it over and over, but never pressed play.

“Two girls, one idol,” my photographer quipped when Portia was done with me. I banished him to the siliconecouch for that.

The next morning he was still there when Portia pinged me, saying she wanted to keep the pics all to herself. She had dozens of reasons—none of them good, all of them tempting. Finally, my photographer grabbed the HUD and persuaded my new friend to publish. See, he knew what it meant to be busted for trying to keep images private. He’d been caught once before and summarily sentenced to five years hard labour. I’d heard his story many times but it still shook me. And it quickly scared Portia into solarsystemwide distribution. Portia had been chased out of dozens of private residences, had camped on a lot of streets, had done whatever she’d had to do. Black market, grey market, pink. And all of it without butylatedhydroxyturmeric, which she’d managed to kick. But not even she could handle what my photographer had been forced to do. Not even Portia could hack staffing a Zellers department-store studio churning out portraits of kids, dogs, droids and the people who claimed to love them.

CREDITS

Outfit:

R2LX, Kyouga (at Collabor88; includes bikini, bracers and boots)

::Poised:: Vinyl love gloves (from 2009, n/a)

Body:

Maitreya Mesh Body – LaraX V1.0

RAONHAUSEN – Noelise Shape Legacy (12 Days of Xmas LeLutka gift)

THIS IS WRONG Evil anim tattoo 4SHINE – Maitreya BACK (colour change)

-Pretty Liars- Boobs lift LEVEL 4

Head:

/ HEAD / lel EvoX ORA 3.1

[Glam Affair] Rain (Milk tone)

*barberyumyum*B24(03) style2 [hair]

euphoric-Zelda eyes

[//REBIRTH/]-ears Tangle (these are for men and naturally resist fitting little female ears)

Shiny Stuffs, EvoX Face Seam Silver (past gift, n/a)

Arcana : Nightsister – Merrin – Black (100% Opacity)

! #saint. x evox – mynx lip suede (set 4)

[REVERIE] Galactic Liner – EvoX – Eyeliner – #2 – Grey

LeLUTKA.EvoX.Scar.013.L

Weapons:

XC-88, Shotgun

[NK*] Matsumoto Rippers-92

Pic two was shot at Future Noir sim. Pic three was shot in the FOXCITY Photo Booth – Big Dough (Limited) at Backdrop City.

New Sprung

You know what the new year means? Spring is coming.

I’ll forgive you if you think 2024 still feels like this (at 4 pm no less).

Credits

Look One (very GIMPed: fur is tricky in SL)

Dress: Belle Epoque – Opal – White (Legacy)

Jewels: Bliensen + MaiTai – Sakura – Cherry Blossom – Double (olde and much loved)

[//REBIRTH/]-ears Gohreo earrings female elf version

Face: Pox – Hyein Icy NB – EVOX

Jack Spoon. Voulez-Vous Glitter Kit

Fontaine Cosmetics —Snowdoll Blush Collection

Head: / HEAD / lel EvoX NOEL 3.1 (past gift)

Velour, MUSA eyes

Anice lashes (Moana or Bella pack)

NONNATIVE – FELINE MESH BUN (BLACK) with hairbase

Body: [BODY] Legacy (f) (1.6)

RAONHAUSEN – Noelise Shape Legacy my edit (former gift)

Look Two (raw shot)

Outfit: DEAD DOLL – Lupita Bodysuit – WinterTime (Legacy) (group gift)

tram -Long scarf (female) ver1.1 (olde gift: don’t fault the faintness)

After the Rush is Gone

I could pretend that Christmas found me too busy to blog my festive outfit but I am just a bah-humslug. I shy away from taking time off work to blog during the day. Especially when I shoot too long and then take two hours to choose from among the 90 photos shot under 20 windlights. But I also collapse at 6 pm, so I rarely write up my pics at night. I’m home for the holidays: I can’t really claim that I’m working, rather that I should be working. Mom, who is 82 and has dementia, is stricken with covid and with RSV this year so she’s taking a long time to recover. I would do anything to ease her very wet and racking cough. One day I searched her home for VapoRub, the mentholated ointment she worked into my chest when I was young, but could not find it. I have stayed negative, testing every morning, which means I have been able to enter her retirement residence, although she sleeps most of the time. I successfully roused her with The Crown one day, but that ruse only worked once. You may have guessed that I come from old-fashioned British stock. Was it The Crown or the Anglo-Saxon fetish VapoRub that gave it away?

I am (better) late (than never?) blogging LeLutka’s extravaganzic 12 Days of Christmas, which has ended. That means you can no longer acquire the Raon hat and hair, which is giving Audrey Hepburn. I’m still working with the Lilith head so there is no Noel noggin to tempt you. I took a chance on a Traditional Face skin, not one of my usual more adventurous brands. Ester comes with many lipsticks and a shape that I swapped out for my smaller, bow-lipped edit of Lilith’s. I was thrilled to find Random Matter’s Caithe accessories, which exhausted me with all the color choices for ribbon, gold, and double-jeweled halos. One flaw I have to point out is that the right earring loses all its detail if you move it, so I had to keep rezzing a new one and then finally let the rogue moth fly at its chosen awkward angle instead of come to land on Portia’s shoulder.

Credits

RAONHair – Lilly Hairbase (GRAYS 10) with or without bangs and bun (was a 12 Days of Christmas gift and it is no longer available)

RAONHair – Fascinator (Cherry/Gold) (was a 12 Days of Christmas gift and it is no longer available)

Bauhaus / Shelby Suit – Legacy / Red (scattered colour-change jewels)

Random Matter – Caithe Choker  [Warm Tones]

Random Matter – Caithe Earrings [Warm Tones] 

Traditional Face –  ESTER  VELOUR SKIN ICY [LELUTKA EVO X] BROWLESS with Beauty Mark and Lips  

Jack Spoon. Flapper Kit 01 (Silk patch 2) EvoX

Jack Spoon. Gia Moles 001(evo X)

gloom. – Blessed Collection – Sclera 02 eyes

Dalila, Golden Designs Nail Kit 20 – COFFIN LEGACY (these have pattern and shade options but I went for the simple golds)

/ HEAD / lel EvoX LILITH 3.1

– SHAPE Default lel EvoX LILITH my edit

[BODY] Legacy (f) (1.6)

Evermore – Eccentric Diva poses

FOXCITY K-POP Star 2 (past gacha at Backdrop City)

Self-Enjoyed

My Therapiste was right. That breakup was all about class. I finally owned a legit workshop, even if I only had two builders (and they threw tantrums all the time). She was always shuttling from one body chop shop to another, deliberately getting “lost” on the way to work, forfeiting a chassis’s-worth of pay. She resented being informal. At first I got off on it, the fantasy—the compensatory fantasy I thought I owed her. I was just a ‘droid. She said we’d capitalize the D and add an e. Make it classy, make it femme, make me hers to Programme. No ghost just a shell.

It’s not like I didn’t love our play. We both had wet/hard-ons for vintage. She was into “cyber” this and “Gor” that—the legacy grid grind. I collected hats, loved bows and flowers. Feathers too, but no snipes, no quails, and no prairie-chicken tails. She was the one who broke my incandescent bulb, the pricey antique that felt so good in my mouth. We loved the way it burned just enough to chap my lips. She wouldn’t let me treat them. She tortured me, doling out Burte’s Bee-Girles gift packs come solstice time—Merry Melone, Beeswaxe Bounty, Mercye Minis—and calling herself the Vasequeene. It wasn’t hard to rescue, the bulb I mean. A little curdled Cutex nail polish held together what wasn’t shattered. Later I wished I’d rationed the polish cause I sourced a deadstock box of L’eggs.

Sometimes, in my Selfeies, I wonder if she’s thinking about me.

Credits

Outfit

[R2L]Seisou [Pink]Legacy (This is no longer at Collabor88 and not yet in the main store. I have let you down again, eh?)

RichB. Halo Cuff

[CX] Tainted Doctrine earring (still-available group gifte)

Collar pic 1: [CX] Hell’s Harbinger (posture collar)

Collar pics 2 and 3: AsteroidBox. Aluna Collar (colour change fatpack with classy colours)

Miamai_Shadowland Hair Accessory_Purple RARE (olde and unavailable and your envy amuses me but Miamai is back in business!)

theROOM & TAINA – “Chaya” – lamp  (comes with butterfly not shown)

Body

[Heaux] Lilith – Browless – Icy  *VE

+Nuuna+ Kanta Full Body tattoo Black EVOX (The tat comes at 90%. I bumped it too 100. It distorts at many places on the body.)

A R T E – Gatsby Eyebrows

Jack Spoon. Flapper Kit (eyeshadow, blush, patch)

euphoric-Zelda eyes

*barberyumyum*S20(03) style1

/ HEAD / lel EvoX LILITH 3.1

– SHAPE Default lel EvoX LILITH my edit

[BODY] Legacy (f) (1.6)

-Pretty Liars- Boobs lift LEVEL 6 and Butt lift + Enhancements LEVEL 5

Pose / Setting

Pic 1: FOXCITY, Bang Bang Bento Pose Set / Insilico

Pics 2 and 3: poses not available / Belle Poses-Ghost in the Shell posebox at Backdrop City

P.S. from the author: Maybe this is weird but I’m having a depressive episode and I found one of those screenshots I make to keep track of items I use and it seems essential to add it to this post. These tears are Lili tears by Enfer Sombre and I think my Avatare looks pretty in this pic. The new Lilith head changes the skull dramatically. I don’t expect any of the shapes made by LeLutka and creators alike for the last round of heads is going to work with her. Did you know that Lilith is a monster, with big ridged horns curling behind her giant pointed “Wicked” ears and four included skin shades from Velour, Dracula, Snow, Rosekiss and Sunkiss?

Wandering Star

Sometimes you wander for weeks on end shopping shopping all the time never stopping stopping to take the time to blog the outfit you put together with great pains when the weather was only just leaning heavy into rains. You manage to snap snap snap finally pictures, regretting that it took you an hour and a half to figure out you took the best pic in minute three.

Those were 90 minutes, however, that helped you forget the bad old days when, if you were caught in a sandbox wandering wearing only lingerie around, you were mocked by “women” who were too young to understand. You were—and you remain—the full moon and its brighter half; and now—as then—the only things saving gawkers from blindness are your unmentionables. The gorgeously elaborate Violent Seduction tap pants, fetchingly beribboned balconette bra, and charmingly breath-play-threat corset. And when you realize the bad old days have gone bye bye, but everything old is new again, you are thrilled that you can now wear for weeks only your burlesque-inspired scanties without falling foul of either the envy of others or dry-clean-only costs.

[Private email to Portia from the editor, who’s 22 and was 12 credits away from a STEM degree when he quit college: “dear ‘mx.’ capelo you’re a senior blogger VERY SENIOR ;) and my new boss tells me youre writing is better than your picz so i shouldn’t mention how the sentence phrases order and repetition are prolly wrogn but my boss says to tell you from her that you’re legally meant to show the outfit and she thinks your contract is in the cloud if you know how to find the cloud.”

Private email from Portia, who has been itching to toss this out to any young person who comes her way and see if they bite: “Just curious. Do either of you know what ‘bombastic’ traditionally modifies?”

Private email from the editor, who remains 22: “hi portia my boss says and she said i should quote her i mean why cant u just admit that the bellaypock needle roses are boring and the mothy victoria’s buttons are obv from some digital attic with a socalled classic avatar named ms. haveamams? isnt that what makes you do kinky stuff? she wants me to say!! and add the finger quotes on kinky”]

Credits

Violent Seduction – Theia outfit – (Roses) (50L Friday special from the days when the weather was warm) [holy shit I love this set]

VELOUR by addon+ Betty Hairbase Black [ditto on the love]

Voguel – Yoon Skin ICY Browless (EVOX) [This skin has strategically discolored lips that only really work with the Yoon shape but it’s no skin off my nose so why worry about yours?]

Dalila, Ananya Eyeshadow (applier)

Anice, Moana lashes

Marsh – Sheila Eyebrow (applier, tintable)

Jack Spoon. Gia freckles 001(evo X)

Jack Spoon. Gia Moles 001(evo X)

Izzie’s – LeL Evo X – Face Moles (medium)

[Glam Affair ] Anika – Moles (C)

/ HEAD / lel EvoX CEYLON 3.1

ARNAUD HAUS. ROSALIA STRAP Bracelet 

Kibitz – Faith’s collar – legacy – silver sold with Faith’s necklace – legacy – silver

UKIYO : liv earring (metal change)

AZOURY – Caleb Legacy Female Onyx&Silver boots

.:Avanti:. Satima Nails (Legacy)

[BODY] Legacy (f) (1.6)

— PUMEC – SHAPE – EVO X – AVALON 3.1 my edit

Pose 1: La Plume, Collection Clementine pose pack

Pose 2: STUN, Willow pose pack

shot at Backdrop City

Healing Hallowe’en

The psychopomp comes in many guises—like these skeletal tats by Cureless. She shows up when it’s time to take you on the long journey to the land of the dead.

In these heels. By Pure Poison. The psychopomp likes how the open tracery of the platform sets off her elegant metatarsals.

The thing about myth is that a figure who deals with death can also advance rebirth. Take your teddies where you find them.

Credits

CURELESS [+] Psychopomp Body / BLACK CLEAR / FRESH

CURELESS [+] Psychopomp Face / Black Clear / EVOX / FRESH

Pumec – DENISE  / BROWLESS / – Sunkiss (VELOUR)

Pure Poison – Bianca Sandals – Ebody

PROMAGIC Naveli Earrings-LeLEvoX

{minuit} Self-care halo (tintable; includes animated version)

[M E M E N T O] – FVTE Rings. [REBORN]

Wraith [formerly sixx] – Jelly Bracelets – Reborn (color change)

Le Forme, Bento Nails M06 Mortis Reborn

Gloom, Vendetta eyes

/ HEAD / lel EvoX CEYLON 3.1

REBORN by eBODY v1.69.4

Pose one: Stun, Dev set

Pose three: Pixit, Pinup – P2

set: K&S, Test Drive Area at Backdrop City