Patrick is a perfectionist that loves to mess around with computers. He loves to figure out problems, and likes to find a logic in everything. He is quite shy and tends to keep to himself, but anyone that talks to him will soon know that he is pretty smart and quick to catch things.
Hope you like him :D! Here is his CC:
Skin (Freckle) Eyes Lips Eyebrows Hair Sweater Jeans (Denim Thanaz) **His face make up are Freckles v5 and Blusher n13 by tifa, since her site is down I included them in the download folder. Whenever Tifa comes back I’ll update the download and include links
TOU: PLEASE do not alter his features, use him as a base, re upload or claim as your own. Feel free to change his hair, clothes, traits, etc. If you use him in your game I would love it if you could tag me (urbanhypesims is what I track) to see what he is up to in your game!:DDD
mothacupcake was really nice and was ok with him being public so here you all go :)
I’ll be tabling at Otakon this weekend! This is gonna be my first time at an American con, so I’m super excited and nervous qwq I’m gonna have prints, postcards, and charms for sale, so come by and visit me! 😊 Free print for anyone who buys me a coffee lmfao orz
Just do it. How to lose a belly in one week - I seriously don’t know :)) #whysohardtoloseweight #befit #photooftheday #picoftheday #instapic #instamood #instabody #nikkaantonio #n13 #imsexyandiknowit #chubby #chubbygirls #pinay #asian #ink #filtered #lomo
So here is the prologue to the first book of Nightmare 13 which I have titled Croc Tooth for reasons that will become clear later.
(PS - If you like suave love-to-hate villains, I think you might like this one!)
Far out to sea, halfway between the land of Wynnecrest and Flowstone Island, a dark power was on the move. It was a cloudless night, a half-moon shining bright, yet a mysterious fog was moving across the water. Shrouded under the thick veil sailed three ships, silent as the fog around them.
At the prow of the lead ship stood a solitary figure, dressed in a black pinstripe suit, his slicked black hair unmoving in the sea winds. His eyes glistened with anticipation, as though he could see some far off treasure, though the fog was thick and there was nothing for miles. His gloved hand gripped his cane as he stared forwards.
“What was hidden shall be returned,” he said, seemingly to himself. “What was taken, reclaimed once more, now I have heard the truth.”
Heavy footsteps approached him from behind, but he did not turn. The other person stopped to his right and knelt, one fist pressed to his chest.
“Captain Magnus wishes me to inform you that we have almost reached the island, Prophet,” the kneeling man said, keeping his head bowed.
“Excellent,” the man called Prophet said. “Begin preparations.”
“At once, Prophet,” the kneeling man said, before rising and striding away.
The Prophet felt his smile grow, and he basked in the feeling. Long ago he had overlooked a part of this island, this tiny insignificant island in the middle of nowhere, told they did not have what he wanted.
They had lied to him.
Now he would take back what was his: a ‘Godly Fragment’ they called it. He couldn’t help but snort every time he heard that. If only they knew the truth. They would soon learn. This was one of the last pieces he needed. Soon everything would start falling into place.
Right now though, these people would pay dearly for their deception.
Slowly he lifted his other hand and with a slight gesture the fog parted. Through the gap he could see the island’s main port – a gathering of flickering lights in the distance.
They were not heading for the port this time. The ships began to turn, creaking and groaning as they did, heading east around the island. A scouting ship had informed them of a secluded beach, where his small army could arrive in privacy, under the cover of darkness. It would be easy to simply invade and destroy everything in their path to claim the Fragment, but where was the fun in that? These people would not see him coming until he was upon them, and by then it would be too late. They would suffer for the rest of their miserable lives.
Nobody made a fool out of him.
He could hear movement below deck and felt the tension growing. It was so delicious a moment he could almost taste it and he could feel the grin on his face. It had been far too long since he had experienced a rush like this, too many set-backs and delays. Finally, he was back on track. The plan was centuries in the making and though he was a patient man, he was ready for the next stage.
Maybe, if he was really lucky, he could find a catalyst for that stage…