#i found this pic and thought i looked pretty cuuuute

[misty-missdee]

Howdee~ :>

[zwritestuff]

Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes (Crygi)

“D’you wanna get married?” Gigi blurts out before she can think it twice. No, scratch that. She’s not thinking at all. 

Crystal doesn’t even flinch or look surprised by the question; she just stares at Gigi for a long second, blowing the smoke in her face again.

“Sure, why not?” She replies, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stomping on it.

a/n: SPARE ME THE DIRTY GLANCE, ‘KAY? the people asked for it (well, it was like three anons and one person.) and i delivered. will someone read this and not think i’m straight up mental? who the fuck knows! but just to clarify - yes, i did write based off gigi’s instagram caption where she said she and crystal got married in vegas. do i think that’s true? that’s for me to know and clown over, thank you very much. it’s not beta-ed at all and poorly looked over, so pls act as if there are no mistakes even though there are. title comes from Waking Up In Vegas by Katy Perry.

“D’you wanna get another round?” Gigi shouts over the music so Crystal can hear. But Crystal barey registers her, being far too much worried in trying to re-apply her lipstick — her phone serving as a mirror and the flashlight making her squint.

They’ve been in drag for hours now, and everything hurts, aches and itches. Crystal’s sparkly red lips are now a shadow of what they were at the beginning of the night, and if Crystal insistes on re-applying some of her lipstick, it’ll end up being more of a mess, for she can’t get her hands to draw a straight line.

Gigi’s lost her hat somewhere, the last she remembers is that Heidi took it to fool around and take pics with it. She doesn’t mind; it was heavy, anyway, and if Heidi lost it she can use that to ask her for a favour later on, once the tour begins and their lives turn into a complete and utter chaos.

“Ta-da!” Crystal exclaims satisfied, turning to see Gigi. Her red lipstick is smudged around the edges, with half of the glitter gone and she’s pretty sure she got some in her teeth too. “What were you sayin’?” She asks, pulling down the neck of her dress and stuffing the lipstick there. Gigi giggles; she swears she’s seen Crystal put from bills to her phone there, and she’s not sure why, if her coat has large pockets, but whenever she does it she can briefly see that stupid One Direction tattoo, so it’s not that she’s complaining. 

“Want another round?” Gigi repeats, coming closer to Crystal can hear her better. Crystal blinks owlishly, tilting her head to the side and furrowing her brows before speaking.

“Wait a second…” She says, standing up from her seat and trying to walk. It takes her about two steps before she almost trips with her own feet, even while she’s grabbing the table for some stability. Crystal sits back down as Gigi laughs loudly. “No,” Crystal replies, with that high pitched tone she always uses when she’s embarrassed.

Gigi complains with a whine, sounding far too childish, and if they were a little sober Crystal would make a joke about this, but Crystal seems one shot away of being drunk out of her mind and therefore she’s unable to form any coherent thought. She just giggles at whatever Gigi says or does, before jamming to the music blasting through the place — a remix of Circus by Britney Spears, currently, and she tries to do the whip movement when the lyric comes on. 

“Careful, Britney, you’re gonna get dizzy,” Gigi advices, a giggle escapes her as Crystal does weird moves to the beat of the song. 

Crystal pulls her tongue out at her, scooting herself closer in the couch of the booth so now she’s in Gigi’s personal space and dancing all over her. Gigi laughs loudly, throwing her head back against the headboard of the couch as Crystal pokes at her ribs as she sings off-tune.

“I make it hooot, when I put on a ssshowwww,” Crystal drunkenly slurs, singing right in Gigi’s ear, pressing her lips ever so slightly. It sends chills down Gigi’s spine, making her stomach twitch, and she doesn’t even mind the fact Crystal has probably left her lipstick smeared in her ear and wig. She’s left her lipstick in far worse places before.

They’ve been fooling around for quite some time now, running from Missouri to California and everywhere in between. The whole ‘dating a drag queen that lives in the opposite side of the country’ it’s hectic in every possible way, not only because the show will air in a few weeks and whatever privacy they have will fly right out the window — not that they have any privacy now, if they were to be honest.

Crystal’s lips linger on her cheek, mumbling the words of the songs, her breath is hot against her skin and if they weren’t in a public event, with lots of cameras everywhere, filming every move they make, Gigi would’ve grabbed her by her wig and pulled her into a kiss long ago.

“Wanna go for a cigarette?” Gigi blurts out at the same time the song transitions from Circus to Womanizer.

“But you don’t— oh!” She catches on when Gigi stares at her lips and bites her own bottom lip, winking. A dumb, toothy smile spreads across her face as Crystal nods.

They lace their hands together and navigate through the crowd, elbowing people to get to outside, running into their season sisters every so often. Nicky is already drunk, giving Jackie a sloppy lap dance and Jackie exudes gay panic, while Jaida just doubles with laughter and Jan —seeming to be the only sober one— films the entire ordeal. Gigi lets a sigh of relief when they don’t notice them leaving together.

There is, however, a tinge of worry at the back of her mind that someone has noticed them, but she doesn’t pay it much attention, since she’s trying to help Crystal walk without falling in the process.

The cold night air hits them and Gigi suddenly feels a bit more woken up. Crystal sighs heavily and fetches for something in her coat, smiling happily when she pulls out a package of cigarettes, and leans against the wall.

Gigi just stares at her as she tries to light up the cigarette, closely watching the tube when it doesn’t light up at the fifth attempt. She grumbles, throwing it away with a childish whine.

“Got a light?” Crystal asks, the cigarette dangles from her lips and Gigi tries to search for Widow’s lighter in her pockets.

(Widow didn’t lend her lighter, she just forgot to ask back for it long ago, and now Gigi is stuck with a lighter she only uses to light up Crystal’s cigarettes.)

There’s a flame and Crystal brings her face closer to it, firmly holding the cigarette between her lips. Gigi would normally scold her for it, but right now the action doesn’t even phase her. 

Crystal takes a drag and blows the smoke right into Gigi’s face. Gigi is embarrassed to say she finds it hot.

“You’re an angel, Geeg, you knew that?” Crystal says, winking at her. “C’mere.” She pats the air next to her and Gigi settles beside her, watching Crystal as she smokes.

There’s something about Crystal that makes her endearing to watch, even if she’s not doing anything. But it’s Gigi who we’re talking about; Gigi, who’s beyond head over heels with Crystal. It’s funny, when she thinks about it, this all started because Crystal was so unapologetically weird during their time on Drag Race, and Gigi felt more and more drawn to her until she was so into Crystal she found it hard to breathe.

And then Crystal reciprocated her feelings, after God knows how many shared fruit snacks, hints thrown her way and subtle flirting, and Gigi forgot how to breathe altogether.

“You think too loud,” Crystal suddenly says, and Gigi blinks repeatedly.

“What you mean?” 

Crystal gives her a shit eating grin before answering.

“You think that I’m so coooool, and awesome and cuuuute, and how you wanna wife me upppp,” Crystal babbles, holding her cigarette in her hand as she leans closer to Gigi again, hitting her with the smell of nicotine and tequila. 

She brushes her lips against Gigi’s, being the tease she is, and then Gigi groans, grabbing her by her wig and closing the distance between them.

Their lips move lazily, tasting every second that the kiss lasts, taking all the time in the world. The kiss is tender and soft, making Gig feel butterflies in her stomach — it doesn’t matter how many times she kisses Crystal, it still makes her melt and feel as if she’s sixteen and kissing a boy for the first time.

Crystal breaks the kiss after some moments and goes back to smoking, placing an arm around Gigi’s waist. Gigi lets her head fall in Crystal’s shoulder, looking at the oddly empty streets when something catches her attention.

There’s one of those chapels in which people get married as if it’s no big deal, and a group of people await in front one of those, with their cameras ready as they snicker between each other. A couple comes out from behind the doors, and there’s screeching and laughter as many flashes point their way and there’s rice thrown.

Gigi imagines for a moment that’s her and Crystal. How funny would it be if they actually got married? Gigi’s always wanted a big wedding, because if she’s leaving the market, she may as well go with a bang. But a small, private wedding doesn’t sound half as bad — she imagines herself in full drag, cinched and painted, anxiously waiting to say “I do.”

She looks at Crystal, trying to imagine how would it be if they got married. She doesn’t think much of the actual cohabiting, that doesn’t even cross her mind; instead, she wonders what would Crystal wear, and if she’d cry once the moment of saying their vows arrives.

An idea crosses her mind, and at that moment it seems innocent enough, but later on she’ll find out it may have not been that good.

“D’you wanna get married?” Gigi blurts out before she can think it twice. No, scratch that. She’s not thinking at all. 

Crystal doesn’t even flinch or look surprised by the question; she just stares at Gigi for a long second, blowing the smoke in her face again.

“Sure, why not?” She replies, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stomping on it.

And that’s all that Gigi needs to grab her hand and make their way to the other side of the street, not really thinking before they’re at the reception of a tiny pink chapel, filling out their information, scrambling to find their IDs —luckily, Gigi always has it on thanks to her baby face, and Crystal always has it on her phone case— and the seventy dollars fee. Gigi says something along the lines of, “That’s what I get in tips after doing three shows in one night.”

What happens next is a blur of a man talking and reciting some boring laws, making them sign some papers and asking if they have rings. Before she notices, Crystal is pulling off one of her own rings and offering it to Gigi, and Gigi whines pathetically because she doesn’t have a ring for her. She pays five extra dollars to buy a cheap ring the chapel offers in emergency cases and tells Crystal she owes her.

They get told “You can kiss, uh, the bride,” in a very doubtful tone, and suddenly nude beige and sparkly red clash against each other. Much to Gigi’s surprise, Crystal doesn’t cry at all through the whole thing.

When they come back to the party, holding hands and with their lipsticks smudged, the other queens get a little suspicious about it. When asked about what were they doing, Crystal just replies nonchalantly:

“We got married.”

A decent amount of the cast don’t believe her, because she’s drunk and there’s no way in hell it’s true, they say. But others like Nicky, Jaida and Jackie fully do, wasting no time in scolding them for doing such a stupid thing, but they barely pay attention.

It hasn’t fully sunk in the reality of what they just did, but that’s a problem for their sober selves. Right now, they just make their way into the bathrooms, lock in a stall and kiss lazily until their lipsticks are beyond any touch ups.

[dingoat]

2, 3, & 8 for the prompt list

Hoooo boy this has taken me a while to get to (I’ve had some asks sitting around much longer though!) but I’ve finally done it; all these questions (from the memory prompt list from way back) fit together really nicely to be used in a single bit of writing! So here we have it; I’ve covered ‘a memory of their father’, ‘a memory of their mother’ and ‘a hazy memory’ all in one, plus covered some ground I’ve been meaning to get out in story format for a while.

Memories; ~2,000 words total, with a couple more pics under the cut!

“Do ye’ remember anything from before you were adopted?”

Ahuska wasn’t quite sure when the conversation had tipped toward childhood reminiscing, but even then the question that silver-furred Ralsko asked caught her a little off guard. She rocked back in Crow’s lap, basking in the glow of the bonfire as she considered her answer.

“Not… really. Even my earliest memories of my buire are pretty hazy, and things before that… stars, I’m not even sure if what I ‘remember’ are actual real things, or just pictures I picked up from somewhere and have held onto. I remember watching these little animals high up in the trees, tiny things with huge bushy tails and tufted ears. I was mad excited to see them, and I think someone was holding my hand. I’ve never seen a creature quite like them, definitely not on Dxun and not that I can recall on Concord or Mandalore, so I’m pretty sure that’s from when I was really small. And then there’s the ‘animal soup’, hah.”

“Animal soup?” Ralsko was the one who said it aloud, but the query was clearly on the tongues of everyone else gathered and listening. Ahuska smirked. “Yeah, Animal Soup. I know I had it some time, I don’t remember anything around it. Where I was, who I was with, no idea. I just remember this big warm bowl, mostly broth, but it was full of… animals. Like, tiny little dumpling things, all shaped like different animals. It was probably just some… quick, cheap food, something easy on a rainy day, but it’s stuck in my head and I know I worked it up to be some incredible dish. I kept asking my buire to make me ‘animal soup’ and they could never understand what I meant. Not nerf bone soup, not nuna noodle soup, nothing that used actual animals as ingredients. Everything they tried was wrong, and I’d get so mad, haha. I think we eventually sorted out what I was talking about but they never did manage to find or make an ‘animal soup’ that lived up to that hazy baby memory of mine.”

“Cute,” came Crow’s murmured, sleepy voice behind her, accompanied by a gentle tug as he started to fiddle with her ears. The glow of the fire was warm and bright, keeping the chill air comfortable for all who sat within its reach. Kip stepped forward to toss an extra log onto the blaze, her powerful Annoo-dat physique making child’s play of what would take the average being considerable effort to haul, and sending up a spiraling plume of sparks into the night sky as a result.

“So what’s the story with your Bothan parents then? If that fellow down in that mansion we shot up were your pa—“ The broad shouldered reptilian began asking, all four arms akimbo as she stretched tall to bask in the bonfire’s heat.

“That shabuir was not a parent,” Ahuska cut her off swiftly, her tone only blunt because of the uncomfortable memory. She felt Crow’s hand squeeze over her shoulder, and with it, a measure of reassurance. “I don’t give an osik about bloodline or who fethed who to make me happen. He didn’t raise me, he didn’t want me…”

A soft cough from off in the shadows gave pause to Ahuska’s tirade, and hers were among the dozen or so sets of eyes that turned toward its source.

Ahuska sighed, and waved a hand disarmingly. “It’s fine, Ulfran, it’s fine. You don’t have to go all… wrapped up in your Jedi guilt nonsense, I don’t blame you for what Hadrex had you do any more.” And it was true. She might not have felt any particular fondness for the man, but her original hostility toward him, for the part he’d played in her kidnapping and delivery to her blood relatives on Bothawui, had gradually worn away. The patient way he worked with Nela, and the obvious comfort Lyrisal took from his presence, made good headway towards amends.

“That’s… not quite it,” the Jedi shook his head, his pale eyes reflecting even more strangely in the firelight than usual. A faint smile tweaked at his beard, though the creases in his brow deepened. “I… I’m afraid there are some details I’ve been privy to that I… I frankly should have shared with you much, much sooner than this.”

Ahuska tensed, blinking toward him. “Uh…”

There was a ripple amongst all the others present, blatant curiosity warring with a vague sensation that they perhaps shouldn’t pay too close attention to the turn in conversation.

“It’s good news, I swear,” Ulfran reassured. “For you see, when Hadrex had ordered a DNA scan from you, he also ordered me to ensure that the results said exactly what he required. The papers were falsified, Ahuska. You’re no more related to the Kor’Var household than you are to… well, me, for want of better comparison.”

It didn’t quite knock the wind out of her, but Ahuska was plainly stunned, and all were silent as they watched for her reaction. She sat very still, eyes half-narrowed but gaze not fixed on anyone or anything. Silently, she processed the fact, before very slowly inclining her head in such a way that even though she was resting on the ground, far lower than Ulfran’s perch, she managed to look down her snout at him. “You faked my blood results.  I wasn’t even related to that arsehole.” She spoke very slowly, processing the new information. “He wasn’t my family. None of them… for all that he put me through, Hadrex was never even related to me through blood!?”

“Not in any way,” Ulfran confirmed tentatively as those sky blue eyes turned his way, sharp and critical.

She stared, her expression hard, lips pursed, ears quivering in that way they did whenever she was feeling particularly tense. She felt Crow’s hand come to rest on her hip, but he didn’t speak… nobody spoke, until she finally exhaled and let herself fall back against him again. “Good,” she stated, simply. “Good. Never wanted to know who my blood relatives were before all that osik, and that hasn’t changed now. To hell with House Kor’Var.”

“I’ll drink to that,” came Crow’s voice behind her, with another tweak of her ear.

“To hell with Bothawui,” added Ralsko, her dappled grey fur rippling sharply along her cheeks.

Laks, beside her, and one of the few present who actually held a mug in his hands, lifted it into the air on behalf of all of them. “To hell with Bothawui.”

“To hell with the Empire!”

“To hell with the SIS.”

“To hell with that damned war…”

Everyone began to chime in, with their own personal gripes against the galaxy, increasingly loud and boisterous with their additions such that only the Bothans present, with their particularly good ears, picked up on Ulfran’s quiet murmur. “To hell with the Order.”

“To hell with going to bed when I’m told… HEY! OW!” If Nela thought she was going to get away with throwing that in there, she quickly realised she was sorely mistaken when Crow lobbed a chunk of firewood at her.

“Go to bed!”

“No!”

“Don’t make me shoot you…!”

“MUM DID YOU HEAR THAT.”

“I’m pretty sure I just heard a young member of Clan Crow disrespecting her buir, yes…!”

“I bet you disrespected your buir all the time when you were little!” Nela’s retort earned a scoff of incredulous laughter from at least half the beings present, though the teen’s cheeky smirk suggested that she didn’t actually believe her own words either.

“Pshhh. I was an absolute angel of an ad’ika,” Ahuska huffed. “I mean… hang on, hang on.” She shifted in Crow’s lap, to the sound of his disgruntled protests, something about wriggling around when he’d been perfectly comfortable, and managed to extract her wallet from a back pocket. Not that she actually kept any loose credits in it half the time, mind; its contents were far more precious than that. She leafed through an assortment of carefully folded flimsi, plucking out one that had clearly been carried around for years, the edges all softened and worn, the colour faded, but the printed image still clear enough.

Ahuska stared at it while Crow peered over her shoulder, and her expression became very far-away. When it looked as though she was never going to actually pass it along, Nela scrambled over from her side of the bonfire and tugged it out of the Bothan’s fingers, immediately ducking back out of reach and trusting in the fact that Ahuska would be too reluctant to leave her husband’s lap to make an attempt to grab it back. Nela thought right.

“Ohmystars you’re so cuuuute…!” the half-Twi’lek gushed.

Laks, Ralsko, Kip and Titus, even Ulfran shuffled over from his perch to have a look, and some shifting movement in the shadows might have been Lyrisal, craning her neck to see.

“I’m six, there. When I was pretty much the same height as my buir’ika and, buir’nuvhu could still pick me up with one arm…” ‘Little mum’ and ‘Pink mum’, the terms young Ahuska had used to differentiate between her parents, the latter of course referring to Jinn, her Zeltron mother, while the former was for the diminutive Chadra-fan, Santha. In the image being shared, Jinn had her wife lifted up and perched on her left arm, while a tiny Ahuska mirrored the pose on her right. “That was my first trip to Concord Dawn, I think. We were there for about a week but honestly, I mostly remember that day in the woods. I begged that we head out there as the sun was coming up, and we saw wild reyr, a whole family of real wild reyr! Also found saberwolf tracks, I swear they were even if buir’ika didn’t beli—“

“Excuse me,” Laks’ rich baritone gently interrupted, and when Ahuska fell silent and stared his way, he went on. “But you say you are six years, in this picture? That is… that is very wrong! Here, this little Bothan…” the burly Bothan man poked at Ahuska’s giggling printed face. “…she is at least eight. Maybe nine years, if she is a little slow to hit growth spurt.”

“Tall ones often take a wee bit longer to get there, aye,” Ralsko nodded her agreement, grinning at the picture. “I mean, ye’ got the curve in the ears there, so if ye’ haven’t hit ninth birthday yet it can’t be far off…”

“Noooo… no way,” Ahuska breathed in utter disbelief, still staring toward the pair of Bothan Deserters.

“I’m afraid it’s so,” Laks dared to curve his lips into a smirk, at the same moment Ahuska felt a little jab in the ribs.

“Got a couple of birthdays to catch up on there, do we, old timer?” Crow teased gently.

“Nah, nonono, nayc, I’m…”

“Two, three years older than you thought you were?”

“No, they’re kidding, right? You’re all just ribbing…?” she turned her big blue eyes beseechingly toward Laks.

Unfortunately, the eyes that met her in return were unapologetically earnest, if still very entertained. “Keth had a small boy of his own, shall we fetch him and have him bring the baby holos? You will see for yourself how we Bothans mature…”

“Shab!” Ahuska cursed in resignation, throwing her hands into the air.

“So how old are you now?” Nela piped up again, and didn’t at all quail under the sharp glare Ahuska short her. It was hard to take her Bothan buir seriously when her father’s face was grinning manically from ear to ear right behind her.

“Thirty… two,” Ahuska whispered sullenly.

“So thirty-three, probably, you mean?” Crow cackled.

“THIRTY TWO. And a half. STARS, ULFRAN, GET ME A DAMNED DRINK.”

“Pardon?”

“YOU HEARD ME. In the space of one conversation you lot have managed to re-orphan me and age me three years, get me a stars-damned drink so I can handle the next fethin’ bomb that’s gonna be dropped on me. What next, Crow’s actually an Alderaanian noble and we’re third in line for the crown? Yeesh. Make it a strong one.”

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Usual disclaimer, being that Crow, Nela and Lyrisal all belong to @humanrevolt and I’m constantly honoured he lets me write them! Ahuska’s beautiful parents Santha and Jinn were created for me by my fantastic RL husband, @nutterbutterbox

[melien]

Replies to the new rainbowcy! I can’t believe how I didn’t grow attached to these sims after the first game session. Turns out it had to take some time, and now I absolutely love the Twinkles. Except that, I’m considering doing something fun for the next generation which includes bringing back a certain old beloved berry family that I unfairly abandoned. :)

Still, I’m happy the queue is over because I have something else to post and AAAAAAAA I cried while taking these pics you have no idea

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photo “All the Twinkle kids”

ASTER (???) IS SO HOT

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “All the Twinkle kids”

awww cuties!! They're all so beautiful *o*

tiny-tany-thaanos said: ❤❤❤ 

I already have a lot of plans for them ♥

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “Lilac: So yeah, she’s great in bed, but sometimes she can be a little...”

lmao xD

Lilac is something else xD

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “;___;”

Awwww

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “Soooo… male pregnancy is still glitching out big time in my game,...”

They're soo cuuuuute!!!! ♥

xwhitepolar replied to your photo “Soooo… male pregnancy is still glitching out big time in my game,...”

!!!!! *o*

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photoset “Should I tell you how much I love pics from this angle?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Thank you everyone who liked my kiddos ♥

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photoset “Geez Finn, thank you for ruining the pretty lovey dovey pics spam.”

the faces for this are kinda...unfortunate

EA you caused the flow of memes once again

create-a-sim replied to your photo

he's so adorable adsgfshjfsh

Ikr I love him!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo

They are so sweet♡ I'm glad they found each other)

They deserved each other, and Dahlia deserved Lilac too ♥

monets-pixels replied to your photo “Dahlia: I have to tell Azzie, Lil. It will be better this way. I said...”

I'm so happy for both of them, falling in love with purple cuties

When I was planning the Lilac thing and thinking which colors would be the best for her, I was like “what if I make her purple so both Azzie and Dahlia will fall for purple cuties and someone can pick up on that” :P

borderlinedub replied to your photo “Dahlia: Actually, when you’re with me I always experience the widest...”

Twinkle Berry Pastel Rainbowacy, or: How to Overcome Compulsory Heterosexuality in One Year or Less

This would definitely be on the official legacy poster if it had one

borderlinedub replied to your photoset “Right next to the stereo system… A+ parenting skills”

baby listens to Mozart

Yes I really hope it’s Mozart lol

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photoset “Finn: I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t skip a beat when you...”

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AAAAAAAAAAA STOP

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photo

sMH

When Annie runs out of words I know I did things right

limericksims replied to your photo

This is so cute. I know that it's wrong but they're so cute together ;___;

Aww, it turned from wrong to right so quickly :3

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photoset “Azzie: Uh… I’m sorry, it’s not that good, actually – artist block, you...”

other ppl @ my art

YES DAT ME @ STICKS

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photoset

SNEAKY GLANCES I'M DEAD

*resurrects you and gives you more sneaky glances*

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photo “Azzie: Finn Heliotrope, right? I recognized you from your profile...”

I LOVE FINN SO MUCH??? maybe cause he's purple and heartbroken

He’s purple and heartbroken AND HIS NAME STARTS WITH FI

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photo “???: Oh man, if it isn’t Azzie Twinkle. I can’t believe it.”

:ooo fAMOUS PLOT

The wild Finn appears

blurrypxls replied to your photoset ��Finn: I have to go?… Even though I don’t want to, I have a long shift...”

Oh christ I thought he said "i have a long shit ahead of me"

Logan go away it’s not the time

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Finn: I have to go?… Even though I don’t want to, I have a long shift...”

i feel honoured

Yesss I found the person who originally said that!

create-a-sim replied to your photoset “Azzie: Uh… I’m sorry, it’s not that good, actually – artist block, you...”

wow it's perfect

Absolutely perfect

davidmont replied to your photoset “Azzie: Finn, could you please… not, I guess?”

No ��������

:DDD

stephaniesim replied to your photo “For some reason sitting at the beach front at night and looking at the...”

Ok sorry, totally unrelated to the story, but wow that sky is beautiful *-*

It’s okay! I love these sky mods in my game and can’t get enough of sky pics :3

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “™¥”

They're so cuuuute! How do all your sims turn out so freakin' adorable all the time :D These two are so precious ♥

It’s a question I always ask myself ♥ Coming from you it means a lot, your sims are berry goals!

romeo-and-simulet replied to your photo “Even though everything seemed perfect, something was off. And I never...”

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Plot twist incoming

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same

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Aaaw❤❤ me already likes

Thank you for this comment! It was the first one for this rainbowcy and meant a lot :)