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Magic students.

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Here's a bit about Greg's mother, and it's the most interesting part of the story for me

An excerpt from the essay "The Stairs of Ruin" by Edward Talon-Crow, published one week after being dumped by San Myshuno furniture mogul Pernilla Lunvik, who famously ran off with her spellcaster paramour."We ascend the stairs of life and death unendingly, every ounce of effort lost to the ether as we toil forever. When is this loss ever more painful than in the form of unrequited love? Few things appall me more than watching my efforts be taken, stomped in the dirt, and left to wither by someone who once claimed to love me.\nBitter are the days I've survived recently. The air in this accursed city reeks of shady industry, broken dreams, and more heinously, magic. I once beheld modern magic as a joyous advancement for Simkind, but now the wicked art leaves me wishing for a simpler age. I daresay we have ascended these stairs to unsustainable heights! Mark my words, there is little good to come of spellcasting, only melancholy!Perhaps I shall find my respite in the quiet hills of another horizon, far away from this city of smog-tinged sadness."

The dying candle flickered on Edward Talon-Crow's desk. He scrawled furiously with his feather quill by the candle's dull amber glow, seated on his favorite chair. Though he often referred to his favorite chair as "The Seat of Inspiration" today it seemed more like a castle spire, a viewpoint of defensive advantage and offensive pressure. To call his fellow writers "peers" would be a stretch. They were talentless hacks, catering their inane drivel to the whims of the masses. That day, his most bitter rival, Fulov Pepp, had the gall to publish a criticism of Edward's macabre themes. Rich, coming from a man whose most recent short story was about a cute puppy learning to walk. No grit, no grime, no realism. Just another gauche attempt at pulling the heartstrings of his gullible readers. The rebuttals wrote themselves, it seemed. His quill raced across the parchment, his counterattack mounting with each impassioned word. Pernilla's last words before leaving him rang achingly in his mind as he wrote. "One day, Eddie, you'll amount to something. It's a shame I won't be around to see it." One day. One day he'd prove himself, as a writer, as a Sim!

(Copy from the game files)

I made this Edward myself.

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"I've met a lot of men, but it's all about seeing you."

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I wasn't very interested in this new kit at first until I saw that it had little sheep print pyjamas!🥺💖

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What happens when the two angry female ghosts from sims4 meet?

Have you guys ever seen Edith in front of the TV? This is a really creepy and cool scene.

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Here's the sims version of the i̇nstagram style page my friend made！

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Moonpetal!!

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Inspired by this passage from vlad's diary, which I found interesting😆

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I tried to make an animation featuring Greg in Blender.

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When she's not interacting with Edith, the occasional thought in her head pops up about death, and then it really hurts to see her sitting alone in front of her grave

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Edith

I originally intended to start working on something related to the band again, but when I watched the trailer,I became very interested in the little girl at the well. So, after I bought Life and Death, I started to look into their story. Once I learned about them, l began to create non-stop. I also had a new discovery regarding Greg's mother and her ex, which I will use as inspiration for my future creations

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What's eating?😏

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【SIMS4/MEME】HAPPY HALLOWEEN!🎃