In this day, my two legacy joined each other. My Sims 3 family was made in the Sims 4. Phoebe is pregnant, Alys Hawthorne married Seth Watts and Annabelle is soon to become a grandmother TWICE !Â
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In this day, my two legacy joined each other. My Sims 3 family was made in the Sims 4. Phoebe is pregnant, Alys Hawthorne married Seth Watts and Annabelle is soon to become a grandmother TWICE !Â
Pics of part of a build I made
To continue my Sims 3 to Sims 4, I tried to redo the house of my Watts in the Sims 4. Let’s say that they had a lot of renovation to the house xD
Not completely the same (not the same size of terrain either so that change a lot, but I’m please with the house, it brings up a lot of memory !
After almost three years, let me introduce you to Annabelle and Jacob’s daughter : Phoebe Elsa Watts.Â
Sims 3 vs Sims 4.
In Sims 3 they are YA in Sims 4 they are adult.
Crossover
As approching really soon the end of my Sims 4 Legacy, I decided to do a crossover for the following of my story with my Sims 3
Annabelle and Jacob were supposed to have two child : Phoebe and Seth.
Seth will become the husband of my heiress #10 in the Sims 4. This will become the Hawthorne-Watts or Wattsthorne family :)
You will see Annabelle, Jacob, Phoebe and Seth on my Sims 4 game ! Hope to post on tumblr ! :)
Got a need baby ! Maybe we will see Annabelle and Jacob’s baby !
THANK SO MUCH to the builder of the shell of this farm. I made it live, but you gave me inspiration !
I can finally play ! :D
The kids room and the views of the house !
Now up to the exterior !
The teens bedroom. The explorer and the beauty loving youtuber !
Finally done with the lower level and the bit of upstair which include a play space for the kid and a cinema room !
I’m kinda proud of how the master bedroom turn out.
More picture of the house ! The entrance and a cozy livingroom for Christmas Party.
A total makeover of Venessa of Get Famous !
After I did the 74 families in my game, re-did all of the Worlds, I needed to do a new house for Shirayuri and Aoife. I moved them to a farm, renovated inside.
It’s only the beginning of it, but I’m pretty please with the result.Â
For my legacy, I had to create a royal family. Peonia married a prince and they had sixtuplets (oh thank you mod, THANK YOU). Since they haven’t grow up yet,I can’t show them. (I named them Garance, Marjolaine, Violette, Rose, Capucine and Eglantine. Yes, six girls.)
As for the royal family, may I present you King Arthur de Castellane and his wife, Queen Gueniève de Castellane.
They have two children, Princess Ellinor and Prince Charles.
I think Ellinor is SO pretty !Â
I lost my previous save so I had to do makeover to ALL the sims I had in my game.
Here’s some of my favorite makeover.(only the after)
Anxiety is a bitch
It’s 3am and I’m a mess. My head is spinning and I’m crying. Why? Who knows! Well I do... well no, my body do, my anxiety do. The anxiety knows everything.
You know... living with a mental disorder is an everyday fight. Some days are better than others, got up and got down, but sometimes, it’s just too much, like really too much. The part of your brain that you control when anxiety strike is panicking and nothing seems in control.
That’s freaking horrible. Think about watching you dying. Every day. Two. Theee. Four. Six. Eight. ELEVEN times a day. Have fun, you’ll enjoy it, I swear.
Well in other time, it’s just the anxiety little voice who came and drop you from a bridge, smiling like a bitch.
Like today. At 3 am.
I had a wonderful weekend, one of the best in a long time, maybe in the top 10 of the best moment in life, because for almost 24h straight, for the first time since I was born, everything was PERFECT. From A to Z, nothing could get rid of the smile I had and the fun I felt and the joy of being free, alive, ME.
Then, I came home and the up was still there, bit sad because of the goodbye, but still happy. Didn’t take long.
Having some cleaning and laundry and just the reality check just hit me right in the face. The relief I had was gone, the life was back to normal. My spacio temporal break was definitely gone, not looking back at me.
I started feeling bad again. Started to feel dizzy and sad, just because my life is plain boring and the moment I had was just too short. I just wanted to feel alive again.
And the anxiety took her place. Will I ever be this way after a break? How long of a break do I need to feel okay? Wish I could pause the time. I need some time. I need some air. I can’t breathe. BOOM. The cries come.
Then, the dark thought are starting. Is that a life I want to live ? Will I ever be able to do something of my life ? Why am I that tired all the time ? When do I just want to took off ? Why can’t I be myself anymore ? Why do I want to be invisible ? Am I a nobody? Why did I love to just be me and just know no one. No one to judge, no one to care. What’s a life then ? Is it worth living ?
Will I ever feel loved again? Cause I don’t. Most of the time.
And after that. You are in the water and you are drowning. Why? Because the anxiety made you doubt of yourself. Made you feel worse than the little insecurities you had. Took a feather, hit you with a rock.
You feel dizzy, everything is turning. Everything is loud and dark and fast and spinning, spinning, spinning and you can’t make it stop.
No. Your heart stop instead, and you suffocate.
And you breath again, exhausted, by your own brain, your ownself, and you couldn’t do anything about it, except trying to be logical and clean the thought in the cries because of the crisis. Were the thought true ?
Then, you get mad. You get mad at everything and everyone, because you suffer, mostly in silence. You are tired, you can’t do anything, but you have to pretend every single day. Because people don’t see when Anxiety strike, because it’s in your head. Anxiety makes you lonely and sad, it makes you hate everything and everyone. It makes it easier to push you off the bridge unnoticed.
And after that? Well you mostly fall asleep from exhaustion, because your brain can’t deal with everything that happen in... how much time do you think pass by? A minute ? five ? Uh uh, would be easy. Got in this mess for almost three hours.
And now it’s 4am. And I’m still a mess, trying to stay on the bridge, wet, because it’s my second time in three hours, in an anxiety crisis. Told you, she’s a bitch.
If you happen to wake up, which is often worse, you’ll be watching yourself in the mirror and it will takes you an eternity to look at yourself and be pleased and have a few seconds of happiness before realising that you don’t live, maybe never have.
And every day. You are starting again.