I decided to go ahead with another BC, this time with a female sim of mine!
Ella’s BC post can be found here!
Looking for MALES only. I have all Expansions and Stuff packs, CC is welcomed. For the BC I’m looking for 10 Male sims, preferably a small written bio with their traits included. Either tag me in the post or shoot me a message when you’ve posted it!
SPOTS;
1) TOOK (Tom - @littlefrenchsims)
2) TOOK (Manfred - @aerinroshwen)
3) TOOK (Diego - @greyfamilyvalues)
4) TOOK (JT - @hymnforthesimsend)
5) TOOK (Darian - @millennialsimsproductions)
6) TOOK (Romeo - @roamingpixels)
7) TOOK ( Erich - @little-pixiee)
8) TOOK ( - @delirious-simmies)
9) TOOK ( Banksy - @parallaxsims)
10) TOOK ( Derrik - @DANTheMan)
I’ll announce when I have all 10 Sims and the BC won’t start until all the sims are in the BC house.
“Maybe I can’t fix you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”
Taz + Gretta | original universe | @parallaxsims
“Look, maybe I can’t fix you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”
Tzuriel scoffed and looked away from the woman sitting beside him, folding his arms across his chest. “You don’t even know what you’re trying to fix,” he muttered.
“I know as much as Envy told me,” she said, dabbing at the scrape on his blue cheek with a damp cloth. “I know your name is Tzuriel. That’s something, right?”
“My name was Tzuriel,” he corrected. “Envy said I probably shouldn’t hang onto it. She said it sticks out too much down here.”
“It does kind of scream ‘Overworld,’” she conceded. “It’s not so bad down here, though. Think of this as a fresh start. You can make yourself into whomever you want to be.”
“Yeah, okay,” he said, rolling his eyes. “No house, no car, no job, no money, I’m fucking blue—”
“And I’m red. Envy’s green. That spoiled prick sitting on the throne in the citadel is dandelion yellow. That’s just how it is down here. No one’s going to think twice about you being blue, trust me.”
“Okay, being blue aside, how exactly am I supposed to make myself into someone new if I can’t even afford a hot meal?”
“Let me worry about that,” she said, unscrewing the lid from a tube of ointment. “I’ll get my brother to help you out. He’s got a pretty cushy desk job; I’ll get him to put in a good word for you at his company, and get him to let you crash on his couch for a while. I’ll take you to get some new clothes—”
Tzuriel winced as she dabbed the ointment onto the scrape on his chin. “I can’t let you do that,” he said, pushing her hand away. “I’m not going to rely on handouts—”
She swatted his hand away and resumed dabbing the cream onto his chin. “It’s a loan, then. Not an act of charity.”
“Why would you do that?” he asked, eying her suspiciously. “Why would you help a complete stranger like this?”
She sat back on her heels, replacing the cap on the ointment and fishing for a bandaid in her first-aid kit. “What, you were expecting all doom and gloom and death and darkness? Fire and brimstone?”
“Honestly, yeah.”
Her golden eyes flicked up to meet his grey ones as she peeled the adhesive backing from the bandaid, and she gave him a half-smile. “Well, surprise,” she said, sticking the bandage over the cut. “It’s not all death and despair down here. So do you want some help or not?”
He considered for a long moment, and finally sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I need some help. Not like I’ve got anything to lose, right?”
“That’s the spirit,” she said dryly.
“Look, I don’t even know your name. I’m just going on complete faith that you’re—”
“Allegretta Delaforte,” she said, thrusting out a hand for him to shake. “Just Gretta’s fine, though. And you are…?”
He looked from Gretta’s outstretched hand to the expectant look on her face. After a moment’s hesitation, he took her hand and gave it a firm squeeze. “Taz,” he said. “My name is Taz.”
“You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?” and “Maybe I can’t fix you but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.” for whatever you're feeling inspired to write c:
ahhhh so hype to do these! i think i’m going to do them within the original mv-verse to shake things up a little <3
