Dana's Little Home

Hai, hello, hola! I'm Dana! I am a simmer and I've been one since 2007. This is my simblr. Thanks for coming by!!! ^-^

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I haven't posted anything (or been on) in a (loooong) while so here is this edit I did recently. She is supposed to be Snow White.

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Zatanna

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Analiegh & Vincent

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The Doll and her Maker

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Little White Riding Hood *click for high definition*

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Desert Couture

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Help with downloading?

So I want to download these poses but I can’t find the download link, and I've also tried making an account on the site but it still doesn't work. 

So if someone has already downloaded these poses or can help me out in some way it would be greatly appreciated. :) 

http://sims3planet.net/%D0%BD%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%BE%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B8/Back-to-school-poses-pack-by-Foomfay

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Poison Ivy

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winter wonder

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Trying out a different hair editing technique ~ignore sloppy errors

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Wcif necklace on your Analiegh Strauss-Tiger Hantress?

Oh that’s not cc, I drew that onto her. Sorry :) 

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Tiger Huntress

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Halloween 

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Anastasie Bissette, the daughter of a weaver. 

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I don’t feel the sharp pain of the needles piercing my skin. I don’t feel the warmth of my father’s hands. I don’t feel the cool touch of the copper scissors. I don’t feel sorrow. I don’t feel anger. I don’t feel… anything. I was born from the needles and thread of a lonely weaver. The weaver had lost his wife many years ago to childbirth. But the child, Madeline, had lived and grew to be a very lovely girl and had a striking likeness to her mother . . . 

As Madeline continued to mature, the weaver became overcome with thoughts of Madeline dying before his eyes. He saw her grow older and pass away in her bed. He saw her stabbed in streets. He saw her dying from childbirth. Over and over again he imagined all the ways he could lose his only child. And one day, he couldn’t stand it any longer. The weaver, so overwhelmed with these thoughts, had snuck into his daughter’s bedroom one night and cut her into pieces with his favorite pair of shears. He had found a way to keep his daughter with him forever. With the help of dark magic spell books he had stolen from a witch in the village, the weaver sewed the pieces of his daughter back together. The only piece left was his daughter’s baby blue eyes, which stared vacantly back at him. He couldn’t stand to see them, and so, he stitched in two buttons that were once a part of his wife’s favorite dress. What the weaver didn’t know was that girl he had stitched up and brought back to life was not his daughter anymore. Madeline had left the world with the first slash of the scissors across her pale neck. The girl that Madeline’s father had weaved together was me, Anastasie. Thanks to him, Madeline’s body would never age nor be harmed ever again; however, the price was his daughter’s soul exchanged with mine. “Madeline, my baby girl, it’s your papa.” The weaver had cooed when I had first come to, clutching the hands of his long past daughter, I mean, my hands. I remembered turning my head towards his voice. “My baby girl, oh my child, don’t worry now. You will never feel pain again.” And it was true; I never felt pain. But I also never felt anything else. And believe me, I tried to feel. I tried stabbing my arms with sewing needles and cutting my cheek with broken glass and gulping up steaming tea... I tried everything. And every time, the weaver - my creator, my father, my family - would stitch me back up again.

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The cool kid in school