If you watch the stream, you see that it is indeed the default Ryder face – but even if it weren’t, why would a custom face fix the leg animation?
I’ve noted this in replies and reblogs of replies and seen it here and there over a thousand notes, so I might as well mention it in the main post.
The US PC “default” face did in fact appear in the French streamer’s video, when it came time to select male or female:
However, the streamer on French XBO did not select a default face, and did not select his Sara Ryder through that male/female option. He backed out and ultimately selected a quickstart Sara Ryder:
Which gave him the face in the top images.
My question is still “Why, though?”
I’ve also been told that he was playing a previous build. If it was a different version than release, however, why is the US PC’s Sara face still there in the sex selection? Was the streamer playing a very particular version that came in the development process after making both of those default faces but before settling on one?
I keep asking these sorts of questions because it confuses me. It actually doesn’t affect me very much because I plan to make a custom face that looks like neither of the ones presented. I’m just baffled from a technical perspective, and can’t abide a mystery that seems like it should have a knowable answer.
(And as for the run animation, I’ve been told that there was nothing inherently wrong with it, but that it can be made to look weird with the right wiggling of directions on the controller. So there’s that part answered, at least.)
What My Friends Think I Learned From Writing Fanfiction:
What I Actually Learned From Writing Fanfiction:
How to build a flamethrower
Proper cravat tying
How to convert from warp factor to mph
17 synonyms for “pining”
Sindarin verb formation
How to start a fire with laboratory solutions
Every poisonous plant found in Jamaica
Minor battles of the Crimean War
How to play the sousaphone
What a jabot is
How long it takes to fly from Jakarta to Bern
How to spot a forged painting
How to perform CPR on a dragon
Angst-written rivalries of 20th century British writers
22 French curse words
How to clear your search history so the NSA won’t think you’re a crazy terrorist who needs to perform CPR on a sousaphone-playing French dragon wounded in a chemically-induced explosion during the Crimean War
20 year old Jelena Ostapenko becomes the first Latvian player to ever win a Grand Slam after defeating Simona Halep 4-6 6-4 6-3 in the Roland Garros final. She also becomes the first unseeded woman to win since 1933. Not only is this her first Grand Slam win, but the first time she has ever won a title on the WTA tour.
Here it is, special dedication for that anon who specifically hates cliche marichat balcony scenes. I wrote one at least.
Tagging @baneismydragon who apparently has a throne of Marichat cliches like wow I’m jealous. And it is also for everybody who was super sweet with me yesterday, thank you guys, I love you all <3
Side note: Juliette is the French version of Juliet so no, it isn’t a typo.
Marinette paced from one end of her balcony to the other, while glaring at the papers in her hands. It was well past midnight and she could be seeping just like Tikki was doing at the moment, in her comfortable bed. But no, she was out, repeating the lines for the stupid play. Why did she let Alya convince her she should be in it. Ah, screw that, why did she let Alya convince her she should try for Juliette’s part out of all things. Why was the school doing a Romeo and Juliette anyway? Did they run out of French plays? And even if they had to do it, couldn’t they do the modern version? Which didn’t require excentric old words no one used anymore?
Marinette groaned exasperatedly, before trying another line. Trying to sound sad she recited.
“The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I saw him too early without knowing who he was, and I found out who he was too late! Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.”
Marinette let her shoulders drop. That sounded lame even to her ears. Honestly, how was she supposed to make that sound sincere? She was a bad actress, she knew it. The only way she could pull off that line was if Adrien’s father was Hawkmoth or something. Which was ridiculous, of course. Honestly, she should just give up on this, Alya would get over it.
“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliette is the sun.”
Marinette turned around, startled to see Chat Noir on the chimney. With all the feline grace he possessed, he jumped on the lower one. Marinette was wonderstruck when she noticed his look. He seemed to be really into it.
“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!” Marinette watched flabbergasted as Chat tip toped on the side, careful to not kick her plants while gesticulating wildly, emotion raw in his voice. Extending his hand towards her, he continued. “It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.”
Marinette almost yelled in panic as Chat Noir let himself fall over the edge, but stopped just in time when she heard his voice continuing with the lines. Her eyes trailed across the railing of the balcony as she followed the sound of his voice. And just then Chat appeared again over the railing.
“As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.” Marinette stood frozen in amazement as Chat stepped towards her. She was captivated and she wouldn’t even bother lying. It was impressive. Not only the fact that her dear partner knew the whole damn monolog of Romeo, but also the way he recited it. It truly made her feel like she was watching one of the most skilled actors putting on a show just for her.
“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand.” Marinette looked up in surprise as Chat leaned towards her, his next words being whispered. “ That I might touch that cheek.” one gloved finger caressed her cheek gently.
“Oh, my.” Marinette wasn’t even sure if it was her gasping that out loud. Chat got awfully close, but she didn’t mind it, not quite. Marinette realized, she didn’t quite appreciate how nice Chat’s eyes were, even with the cat-like look, they were complementing beautifully his blond hair. She leaned in without really realizing. Not until she captured his lips.
Chat melted against her. It was so much better than that kiss on Valentine’s Day. It was no rush to break a curse or run to detransform. And she could appreciate so much better the softness of his lips and the faint taste of mint. Chat wrapped one arm around her waist bringing her closer. Marinette sighed against his lips. She felt warm and it was such a simply pleasant sensation, their lips against each other.
Marinette let out a grunt of annoyance once they broke apart. It took them a couple of seconds to stare at each other before they jumped away. It finally seemed to drown on them what they had done.
“I got a little… um.”
“And you were…”
“And you just…’
They both rubbed their necks awkwardly, while glancing at each other. Marinette decided she won’t let the awkwardness ruin this night which just took a wonderful turn.
“Do you… do you want to stay for milk and cookies?” she glanced at Chat, waiting for his response.
He smiled shyly, a little blush appearing on his cheeks. “I’d love to.”
play outside messy french braids
sundresses + red lipstick laugh loud and often eat lotsa berries treat urself to ice cream make friends with girls go barefoot get dirty pick dandelions and wild daisies bubblegum + bedroom eyes flirty winks master the lip bite coral blush + brown mascara it’s okay to get mad sometimes embrace ur childlike wonder