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I wrote this a long time ago, more than a couple years back, but never had the courage to share it.

Enjoy!

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I tried the AI animation trend with my sim Molly...

Thoughts; took way too long and is really a hit or miss. Would not try again. Maybe... Lol

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I'm just so in love with these photos 🥹💗

If you guys like, I'd love to share more details about this household...

Also, thank you to @elli-cherished for making these beautiful poses for plus sized sims. I loveee💗

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Maternity photos for my Sim-Molly 🤍

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Black or Balyage?

gave my simself a makeover 🤭

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Just a couple screenies from CAS...

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THE BROWNSTONE...

Summer school had been kicking Kari’s butt, but it was the price she had to pay in order to graduate in the next year — she’d already lost time during her pre-med years, and switching majors didn’t do her any favors. Zach usually took the train after work to meet her, and then they’d head back to San Myshuno together. Sometimes they’d take leisurely walks around Britchester, talking, laughing, and dreaming while Kari tried — with some success — to convince Zach of the town’s charm.

Today was one of those days.

Wandering hand in hand through the quiet residential streets, neither of them expected the evening to lead them to something… different. The slight chill, signaling summer’s end and autumn’s arrival, nipped at their cheeks as the golden hour sun cast a soft glow on the rows of brownstones lining the cobblestone streets. They turned a corner, and there it was — tucked neatly between towering birch trees, a charming brownstone with ivy crawling up its aged brick façade, its stoop bathed in dappled light from a rustic chandelier hanging just above the door.

Kari paused mid-sentence, her mouth forming a delicate ‘oh’ as her eyes landed on the house. Then she saw it — a small "For Rent" sign tucked beside the iron fence. A subtle smile tugged at her lips. Zachary noticed instantly, watching as she tilted her head slightly, soaking in the sight. It was quiet but heavy — the way her fingers absentmindedly brushed the iron fence, the way her eyes softened, lingering on the worn stone steps and that little sign .

Zachary’s heart swelled. It wasn’t just a house to her. In that small, silent moment, he saw it — she was picturing mornings curled up with coffee by the window, Sunday dinners, laughter echoing through the halls. A fresh start. A home. One they could grow into. Even he knew they were outgrowing the city apartment. This place felt like a quiet nudge toward a new kind of life.

Without breaking the silence, he squeezed her hand a little tighter, grounding her. She looked up at him, eyes full of quiet wonder, and he just smiled — the kind of smile that spoke louder than a hundred words.

They stood there for a while longer, as if frozen in their own little world, wrapped in the warm glow of possibility…