A little livesign of mine! Sorry for being radio silent for so long. Life just has been ~ a lot.
I'm down with COVID atm (no fun) and the weird pain I've been dealing with for months is most likely endo (also no fun) so I have some more appointments coming up but at least I'm finally making progress.
But for now I'll distract myself with playing sims. 🫡
POV: a nomad steps up to you to ask if you got a lighter, but he keeps blabbering on and even if you have finished your own cigarette you don’t want to send him away because he looks at you with the puppiest hazel eyes.
aka let me introduce you to my *main* nomad, Nico.
i cant care less that his hair is clipping through, i just love him the way he is.
POV: Your sims have f*cked up backstories and you came across a poem that perfectly summarizes the vibe of your gameplay. Aka I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort and found family.
This post probably won't make any sense without context but I had so much fun turning this little idea of mine into reality. Maybe one day I'll have the motivation to fully share my sims backstories. But today is not that day. :D
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Screenshot 1 and 7 are in the present. Screenshot 2 to 6 feature events in the past that shaped the characters to who they are now.
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poem by wordsbycammie
poses by @sciophobis, @sewersims, @herecirmsims, @siimplysims, @simmerika, @starrysimsie, @simmireen