A tag game which involves going through your old screenshots and posting them. Better explained here.
First off, a quick example, I re-did this 2022 screenshot from Divided:
I redid it in 2025:
Much better lighting, and more passionate.
I owe 99% of my screenshot skill progress to the ReLight and RTGI Re/Gshade shaders, tbh. They changed everything.
I'm ignoring Tumblr blog archives because I've restarted my blog like 4 or 5 times since 2022, so instead, the best way (first off) to show evolution for the most part is the comparison of my 2021 edited Xbox pics from the original version of my story Imago, and the new versions of the Imago screenshots done on PC with poses, CC, GShade and some after-editing, done late 2025:
All under the cut:
Although I don't look back on it and like it all that much, the mods and CC really make Imago at least better than the original, done on XBox, in terms of aesthetics.
Now let's look at some other stuff:
A comparison of a screenshot of Oskar in the same pose, one from November 2022 and one from the past few weeks.
Reynold from 2022 and from 2025.
Owen, 2023 and 2026.
Gideon, 2023 and 2025.
Áine casting fire magic, 2022 and 2025
Morgyn's Dedeathify ritual, 2021 to 2025
Imago - Night-wraiths swarming, 2021 to 2026
Morgyn approaching the portal, 2021 to 2026
Talking to Penumbra the raven familiar, 2021 to 2026
@wolkentage Thank you for the tag < 3 This is a tag game based on a template she found on Pinterest. These are all characters from my Sims story Divided.
You have to go through your Sims OCs and match them up as best as you can with the given categories.
Boyfriend Material - Reynold. Hard to pick one given I'm not attracted to men, but most of the male-attracted readers like him.
Expected to Like you More - Alistair. Honestly, I ran out of ideas for Alistair after Act 3.
We Could be Besties - Katlego. She is a great friend!
Love the Attitudes - Áine. What's not to love?
Would watch all the edits at 3 AM - I assume this is referring to TikTok or something, and I feel like Dan and Eli would like scrolling it for stupid videos if it existed during their time period.
Deserves Better - Róisín. No comment...
My Gorgeous Cutie Pie - Morgyn! Self-explanatory uUu
Comfort Character - Clem. We have a lot in common.
Expected to Like you Less - Owen. He was a side character who wasn't really meant to come up after Act 2, but his forced impartiality due to his job made him interesting to write.
No One can Make me Hate you - Violeta, problematic queen < 3
Underrated - Maddie. Only underrated because she appears in the second half of Act Six only.
No one can Make me Love you - Volpe. He's a cunt.
Girlfriend Material - Áine, but this also goes for Kat and Clem.
This is completely optional, don't do this if you don't want to or don't have time! Sorry these are a lot of tags, again, OPTIONAL, don't feel forced pls!
Cassius has spent the last year working as a tattoo artist in a small, quiet town. It’s a far cry from the city life he once knew, but it’s enough to feel like a fresh start.
Xavier comes back to his hometown after years away, keeping his reasons to himself and his stay as temporary as possible. He’s not looking to reopen old chapters, his plan is to just to get in, get out, and move on.
But a chance visit to a tattoo shop turns into a tattoo appointment. Then another appointment. Then late nights at the shop. Then something that starts to feel harder to define.
As their carefully avoided pasts begin to surface in quiet ways, both of them are forced to confront the versions of themselves they thought they had already left behind.
I came across this template on Pinterest the other day and thought it would make the perfect tag game! It's pretty self-explanatory: Assign your sims to the categories (you can use the same sim for multiple categories), then tag other simmers to do the same! 🤍
I tag: @freezerbnuuy @kagumiya @nitetrait @feroshgirlsims @dandylion240 @lynzishell @herzblau @tikay21 @changingplumbob @abbysimsfun and @simmlyellie.
PS: If you want to do this and are not tagged - consider yourself tagged! 🤍
I stayed up until 5am last night making a character sheet for this lovely lady, so of course today's project was to give her a face. (No name yet, but I'm working on it.)
She's a Hexblood Great Old One Warlock, specializing in manipulating fates and minds. (aka Divination, Enchantment, and Illusion.)
Many thanks to @strangegrapefruit for the horns and tail, as well as the decor for both, and to @elderwisp for the tattoos! I've been waiting for the perfect sim to use them on.
Barbara Stephens sat behind the front desk at the Britechester Public Library. Not to be confused with the giant University Library on campus. No, this one was much smaller and filled with young families and teens rather than the hundreds of stressed-out college students she was usually surrounded by.
It was her job, yes, and a boring, monotonous one at that. But in some ways, it was also an escape.
While some people may prefer a day at the spa, or lying on the beach near the ocean, or hiking in the mountains, there were only two places where Barbara felt truly at peace.
The first was in her tiny garden surrounded by fragrant flowers and the gentle hum of bees.
And the second was here at the library. There was a particular quality to the quietness of a library, broken only by whispers, muffled footsteps, and the pleasant crinkle of plastic that protected the hardcover books. It was soothing. Though, perhaps a little too soothing.
Barbara’s head slumped down for the third time in as many minutes. She jerked it back up with a sigh and tried to refocus on her textbook. History had never been her favorite subject, but this was the first time her solid ‘A’ average had been threatened. She had never got a ‘B’ in her life, and she wasn’t going to start now. It was a slippery slope.
With a shake of her head, she looked up at the clock to check the time.
4:17
She smiled to herself.
Gabriel would be there soon. The realization filled her with renewed energy, and she returned to her textbook, refusing to look toward the entrance.
If she was caught watching the doors when he walked in, he may think she was waiting for him, and that would be far too embarrassing.
Because she wasn’t waiting for him.
Not really.
Not like that.
She just appreciated the consistency of his routine. She’d grown to anticipate the moment he walked through the door. The way he would stop at the same shelf to pull the same books that he returned the evening before and sit at the desk by the far window to continue working on… whatever it was he was working on. She’d never had the courage to ask. Or to speak to him at all, for that matter. He didn’t seem the type that wanted to be bothered.
The only reason Barbara knew Gabriel’s name, and the fact that he went to her school, was because she happened to mention him to Imogen, her friend and former roommate, who somehow found his student profile within minutes of Barbara describing him.
One minute Barbara was going on about his dark hair and eyes, and the way he tended to cover his mouth with his hand—gripping it tight with his brow furrowed, or scraping his thumbnail along his lower lip as he stared off with unfocused eyes—and the next minute, those eyes were staring back at her from Imogen’s screen.
“That him?” she had asked.
“Yes. How did you do that?”
“It’s a gift,” Imogen shrugged like it was nothing, “His name is Gabriel Russo. He’s a grad student, majoring in Microbiology.”
When Barbara caught herself daydreaming yet again, she stretched and chanced another glance at the clock.
4:21
Apparently, this day was never going to end. Giving up, she pushed her textbook aside and decided to start scanning the books from the return bin instead. Might as well work while, you know, at work.
The doors opened a minute later, briefly letting in a draft of cool air and the smell of wet concrete. It was raining again. Not a heavy rain, just a quiet drizzle. Barbara smiled to herself, waiting for Gabriel to walk by before she would allow herself to glance up and watch him navigate his now familiar path through the shelves. But he didn’t walk by. Instead, soft footsteps walked closer and stopped behind her.
She was about to turn around and ask if the person needed help when they knocked on the counter.
Three knocks, to be precise, in quick succession.
Followed by two slow knocks. Left then right.
Michael.
Mikey, to her.
Her twin brother.
And the last person she wanted to deal with right now.
She turned to him, her face going from customer-service-smile to you’re-dead-to-me-glower so fast that she wasn’t sure if she was successful. For good measure, she added a succinct, “Fuck off,” and turned her chair back around.
“B,” he said, sounding more exasperated than he had any right to.
“I’m sorry,” he tried again when she didn’t respond.
Barbara went back to scanning the books, one by one, “I’m working.”
“If you’d answer my calls, I wouldn’t have to bug you at work.”
Now that pissed her off.
She whirled around on him, no doubt she was giving him the full force of her glower this time, “We live together, asshole. You could come home some time.”
He took a deep breath as if he needed to gather strength before saying, “Can we just talk, please?”
“I’m working,” she said again through gritted teeth.
“Can we meet for lunch tomorrow?”
“Depends. Is Katie going to be there?” She infused all the bitterness she felt into the name. It was rare these days for her brother to be without his girlfriend. Barbara wouldn’t be surprised if she was waiting for him outside, and the thought made her tense.
He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed, exasperated all over again, “No, Catherine will not be there. Just you and me.”
Barbara was going to dig in deeper, but was distracted when the doors opened and Gabriel walked in. She stared for a beat longer than she intended and he glanced at her.
Not just glanced.
He smiled.
Okay, more like the smallest quirk of one corner of his mouth, but it felt like the sun bursting through her cloud-covered day and made her heart trip over itself.
She looked back at Mikey, but he was looking curiously at Gabriel as he walked away, and she wanted nothing more in that moment than for Mikey to leave.
“Fine,” she said, pulling his attention back to her. “Lunch. Tomorrow.”
“Who’s that?” he asked.
“He’s no one.”
“Liar.”
“He’s none of your business.”
“That’s how it’s going to be now?”
“Yep.”
He sighed yet again in that way of his. As if talking to her had depleted all his energy stores and then some. “Noon. Our usual spot.”
“Can’t wait,” Barbara said without an ounce of sincerity.
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A/N: We've gone back in time about 40 years, give or take. And while I have an incredible amount of respect and admiration to those who make their stories decade-accurate in regards to aesthetic, fashion, music, technology, etc... I am not that person. And this year has been hard, so I'm not going to put added pressure on myself when it comes to something that is supposed to be fun, y'know.
(I know most of you probably wouldn't get hung up on that, but I got in my head about it lol)
There are days when all we want to do is get out of the house, enjoy the fresh air, and snack on some treats with special people. Today is one of those days, i just want to take it easy and enjoy it.
