#sim : charles

[xxplastic-cubexx]

apocalypse doodlings aka We Couldve Had Grey Hair Erik And Charles Is There Too I Guess

[moonwoodhollow]

'Commissioned by Marina Ward, the illustrious actress who until this day holds the record with most nominations for the Starlight Accolades (14) and wins (5), Acacia Park has been one of the most famous celebrity mansions since the 1950s. The house was built in a straightforward midcentury architectural style and boasts a lush garden, a spacious pool and a greenhouse, where Marina grew her rare orchids. A hobby that the actress took up in her later years. Her daughter Judith, also a famous actress, grew up in Acacia Park, which she called her home for more than 40 years and is now parting with it with a heavy heart. ‘I'm just too rarely there, my centre of life has been Champs le Sims for many years and Charles and I just don't get round to looking after the house.’ The film diva is therefore selling the house and is hoping for a buyer who ‘appreciates Acacia Park and its history and breathes new life into it.’ (Architectural Digest: Del Sol Valley Special Issue)

- private build commission for @kimorasimz

full lot view under the cut + a little bonus!

the lady of the mansion playtesting her lot!

[artesie]

Charles Sims. 1898. A Fairy Wooing (detail).

[iriily]

Yes my two favorite drivers are Charles F1 driver, musician, model, karting team owner, icecream shop owner, UN road safety ambassador, amateur footballer, ocassional padel player Leclerc and Max F1 driver Verstappen

[venustapolis]

Night Piece to Julia (Charles Sims, 1873 - 1928)

[simeffable]

| ‘She's got style, she's got flair, she was there!’

'The Nanny' content dump! including sims and framed build buy poster.

Available for download.

more info and images under the cut!

• The Sheffield family, Fran, Niles and CC.

• Separate household including Sylvia and Yetta, and an in-game poster with both English and Simlish presets.

• Base Game Compatible.

• CC included.

Links:

The Sheffield Household (Fig.1)/SFS

Sylvia and Yetta (Fig. 2, 3.)/SFS

In-game Poster (Fig. 4)/SFS

Custom Content Used:

Skin 1 | Skin 2 | Skin 3 | Skin 4 | Skin 5 | Skin 6 | Elder Skin Overlay | Wrinkles 1 | Wrinkles 2 | Wrinkles 3 | Eyebags 1 (face-paint) | Eyebags 2 | Eyebags 3 | Eyes (default) | Brows | Neck Slider | Asymmetry Slider | Eyelids Slider | Nose Tip Slider | Ear Presets | Ear Up/Down Slider | Temple Slider | Nose Mask | Brow Slider | Brow Slider 2 | Chin Slider | Cheek Contour | Blush (face paint only) | Maxwell Hair | Fran Hair | Fran Hair 2 | Niles Hair | Sylvia Hair | Grey Hair Overlay | Double Chin Slider | Cheek Slider 1 | Brighton Jumper (download broken/unavailable) | Maxwell Waistcoat | Maxwell Pants | Maxwell Glasses | Maxwell Outfit 2 | Fran Outfit | Sylvia Outfit (shirt and skirt needed) | Yetta Jumper | Yetta Glasses | Yetta Earrings | Shoulder Slider | Forehead Slider | Hairline | Widow’s Peak Hairline | Body Hair | Nose Mask 2 | Lip Tint | Nose Slider | Jaw Slider | Mouth Crease | Scalp Slider | Dimples | Full Cheek Slider |

Optional CC Headband for Grace Sheffield (not included)

If you made it this far, thank you!

[charles-leclerc-official]

Close enough, welcome back Spygate

(but better because everything Ferrari does, they do better than the others, but especially McLaren)

Listen, nowhere in the sporting code does it say it's illegal to seduce your rival to get him to willingly divulge team secrets.

[verstappensrealwife]

Beyond a Contract - Max Verstappen x Reader

fluff

approx. 1500 words

warnings: kissing

max verstappen masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

In the glittering world of Formula 1, where speed and glamour collide, a rumour swirls like exhaust fumes on the track: you, a rising star in journalism, are tasked with a mission unimaginable—fake dating one of the sport's most renowned drivers, Max Verstappen.

As the paddock buzzes with speculation and cameras flash with every calculated move, you find yourself thrust into a whirlwind of luxury suites and champagne-soaked celebrations, all while navigating the complexities of a relationship that exists only for the public eye.

But beneath the dazzling facade lies a tangled web of secrets and desires, as you and Max struggle to maintain the charade while grappling with the undeniable chemistry that sparks between you. With each staged photo-op and stolen moment, the lines between reality and fiction blur, leaving you wondering if there's more to this fake romance than meets the eye.

From the moment the charade began, you had no idea how intricate the performance would become. Every smile, every touch, meticulously orchestrated for the cameras, yet somehow, amidst the staged romance, genuine emotions began to bloom.

As you embarked on this journey of deception with him, the lines between fiction and reality blurred, and you found yourself drawn to him in ways you never anticipated. His charm, his wit, his passion for the sport—all of it fueled the flames of desire within you, until it became impossible to deny the burgeoning feelings blossoming beneath the facade.

With each stolen glance and whispered conversation, the facade began to crumble, revealing the raw, unfiltered connection between you. Despite the world watching your every move, you couldn't ignore the magnetic pull drawing you closer to Max, igniting a love that transcended the boundaries of the charade.

In the midst of the staged romance, amidst the glare of the spotlight, you discovered the unexpected beauty of falling for someone in the most unlikely of circumstances. And as the facade fell away, leaving only the truth of your love behind, you realised that sometimes, the most genuine connections are forged in the most extraordinary of circumstances.

As the clock struck 8 pm, the stage was set for the first PR stunt—a seemingly intimate dinner with Max Verstappen. Through the large panes of glass at the front of the building, cameras captured the scene, casting a soft, romantic glow over the dimly lit restaurant.

In the flickering candlelight, you and Max were caught in a moment of laughter, the genuine joy evident in the curve of your smiles. Despite the orchestrated nature of the evening, there was an undeniable chemistry between you, an electricity that crackled in the air.

Max couldn't tear his gaze away from you, captivated by your every gesture and expression. From the sparkle in your eyes to the way your hair fell in soft waves around your face, he found himself drawn to every inch of you. It was as if time stood still as he savoured the sight of you, relishing in the fantasy of having you by his side, even if only for show.

As the evening unfolded, he found himself lost in the illusion of your fake romance, unable to resist the pull of his growing admiration for you. And though he knew it was all a charade, a part of him couldn't help but wish that, just maybe, there was a hint of truth hidden beneath the facade.

The air crackled with tension as Max's proposition of carrying on the date in his hotel hung between you, his gaze unwavering as he awaited your response. Despite the contractual nature of your arrangement, there was a palpable undercurrent of something more—an unspoken desire that simmered beneath the surface.

Your heart raced as you considered his offer, the allure of the unknown tempting you to abandon caution and dive headfirst into the depths of possibility. Yet, lingering doubts tugged at the edges of your mind, reminding you of the boundaries you had agreed upon.

"Our contract doesn't say that's necessary," you replied softly, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Max's shrug belied the intensity in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his voice low and husky. "I don't mind," he murmured, his words laced with a vulnerability that mirrored your own. "I think you can feel something more than this facade too..."

With his confession hanging in the air, the lines between reality and fiction blurred, leaving you to grapple with the weight of your mutual attraction. And as the tension between you reached a fever pitch, you realised that perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to this fake romance than either of you had dared to imagine.

With a nervous nod, you made a split-second decision to seize the opportunity presented by Max's invitation. Hastily settling the bill, you dashed out of the establishment, your heart pounding in your chest as you embarked on this unexpected turn of events.

As you navigated the bustling streets, your mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. What had started as a simple contractual agreement had now morphed into something entirely different—a real, genuine date with Max Verstappen, the famous Formula 1 driver who had captured your attention in more ways than one.

Despite the nerves that threatened to overwhelm you, there was a flicker of excitement coursing through your veins. This was uncharted territory, a leap into the unknown, and yet, there was a sense of exhilaration in the air as you ventured into the next chapter of your evening with Max.

As you arrived at the hotel, a nervous energy crackled in the air between you and Max, the weight of the evening's events hanging heavy in the space between heartbeats. The grand facade of the building loomed before you, a silent witness to the unfolding drama of your unexpected rendezvous.

With each step toward the entrance, the anticipation built, a silent crescendo of anticipation and uncertainty. What lay beyond the threshold was a mystery—a realm where the confines of reality blurred, and the boundaries of your fabricated romance were tested.

As the automatic doors slid open, you stepped into the opulent lobby, the soft glow of chandeliers casting a warm, inviting light over the marble floors. Max's hand brushed against yours, a subtle gesture that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, igniting a spark of anticipation in the depths of your soul.

As the elevator ascended, the tension between you and Max reached a fever pitch, the anticipation crackling in the air like electricity. With each passing floor, the space between you seemed to shrink, until you were practically pressed against each other, the heat of his body searing through the fabric of your clothes.

With a subtle nudge, Max drew impossibly closer, his presence overwhelming yet intoxicating. You found yourself lost in the depths of his gaze, your breath catching in your throat as his lips descended upon yours with a fervent urgency.

The kiss was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing second. Your heart raced, pounding against your chest as you melted into his embrace, losing yourself in the dizzying whirlwind of sensation.

But as quickly as it had begun, the moment was shattered by the ding of the elevator, signalling your arrival at Max's floor. With a sense of urgency, he dragged you out of the confines of the elevator, practically running to his room with a single-minded determination that left you breathless and exhilarated.

As you crossed the threshold into his room, the door closing behind you with a soft click, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of intimacy and desire. And in that fleeting moment, as you stood on the precipice of the unknown, you knew that whatever lay ahead, you were ready to dive headfirst into the depths of passion with Max by your side.

In the soft glow of the hotel room, surrounded by the hush of whispered confessions and the warmth of shared embraces, Max and you found yourselves teetering on the edge of something extraordinary. With each passing moment, the boundaries of your contractual agreement faded into insignificance, overshadowed by the blossoming love that bloomed between you.

As the night unfolded, you discovered that what had started as a mere PR stunt had evolved into something far more profound—a genuine connection that defied the constraints of your fabricated romance. And in the quiet intimacy of the moment, as you gazed into each other's eyes with unspoken longing, you knew that it was time to cast aside the pretense and embrace the truth of your feelings.

With trembling hands and hearts laid bare, you made a silent pact to abandon the confines of your contract and embark on a new journey together—a journey defined by love, authenticity, and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

And as the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft golden light, you knew that this was only the beginning of your love story—a story that would unfold with each passing day, leading you both down a path of happiness and fulfillment, hand in hand, as an official couple in love.

el fin.

Kindahatethisbutohwell

[solstice-sims]

"Dead Boy Detectives?"

... "It's aces right?" ... "It's a stupid fucking name."

I am literally in love with and hyperfixated on this show right now, so I had to make a fanart for it! ;-; Inspired by one of the promo pics for it.

Before under cut!

[arkhammaid]

you know, i've been thinking a bit on why i like some drivers so much (charles, oscar, max). and i've realized, they all have something in common. they're so obsessed with something that they will literally always be on the floor for it. no way in hell they're getting up

charles for ferrari, oscar for his girlfriend and max? max for rocky.... they're pathetic white men and they move me with their obsessions

[yaren23]

LMFAOOOOO 😭😭😭😭

[cas110520]

The brain rot is brain rotting. I made the Dead Boy Detectives (Edwin, Charles, Crystal, and Niko) and their office and the Cat Kings warehouse all in the sims 4 - I am going to make the Cat King next of course

[antiquatedplumbobs]

Spring 1916

It was spring in Brindleton, which meant the calving season was in full swing and sleep was a luxury no longer promised. The whole family felt the strain of it, Hamish and Will the most, but little Charlie came in a close third as Hamish insisted it was time he learned the ropes. Will had experienced almost ten full calving seasons. One morning — when he was unable to crawl to bed until well after the sun rose and breakfast had been served — he found himself desperately glad he wouldn't experience another.

With barely any time for sleep, Will hadn’t seen Clara in weeks. It wasn’t as if she had all the time in the world, either: her own family’s herd wasn’t much smaller than that of Sable Dairy. Despite each other's absence, it would seem neither was far from the other's thoughts. Will had found a small basket of still-warm rolls and a crock of honey sitting on the front stoop in the pearly near dawn that morning; Clara’s initials neatly embossed on the corner of the napkin they were wrapped in.

Will had been unable to stop thinking about Clara after Hamish’s well-intentioned question, and once he began thinking about Clara, he began thinking of his own friends' lives. He had uncomfortably realized that they were all married or engaged, leaving him the only bachelor. Albert and Posie were close to celebrating their second anniversary, and a baby was expected to mark the occurrence. Clive and his new wife had set up his medical practice in a small house overlooking the bay (after throwing the most extravagant wedding the town had seen in years). John — always the more wild of the group — had fallen head over heels for the new baker’s assistant and spent the past six months making an absolute fool of himself as he wooed her. The entire town had breathed a sigh of relief when she had accepted his proposal and the antics came to a halt.

Will had laughed along with everyone else at John (good-naturedly of course) but he had also harbored a secret jealousy of his friend. To find someone and fall so deeply in love so quickly that you would prize your love above all else seemed to Will like a true gift. His father’s stories of love at first sight had set him up with lofty expectations, and Will was still trying to readjust them to fall in line with everyone else's. Most folks knew they wouldn't immediately fall deeply in love; successful, well-matched marriages were built on a foundation of mutual respect and well-matched interests. Clara was a good match for Will.

He had repeated that line over and over again, trying to imbue the truth of it into himself. He repeated it as he looked over the array of delicate rings nestled in velvet at the jeweler's in Britechester; he repeated it as the simple ring was wrapped by the portly jeweler and he parted with a sum greater than any he had ever spent; he repeated it as he sat on the train home, unable to keep from staring at the unassuming ring in its small red box. He had repeated it until it became his truth. He had the ring; her father's blessing had been secured the week before, now all that was left was asking Clara to be his wife.

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[thefugitivesaint]

Charles Sims (1873-1928), 'The Coming of Spring', ''Connoisseur'', Vol. 35, #137, 1913 Source

[milesmarek]

not to be wanda on main but i'm making cherik in the sims 2 to let them live a happy family life

[alltimefail-sims]

Sooooo I decided to bring my current hyperfixation, Dead Boy Detectives, into the sims... 💀🔎

Here's a little sneak peek at my beloved Charles Rowland!!!

I'm not completely done with him, but I'm convinced this might be my magnum opus... my greatest work yet... I'm giggling and kicking my feet... feeling a foreign sensation of pride gonna need 3-5 business days to process this new development!!!

I'll post their files when I'm done of course! Special thanks to @blackgirlprotagonist because your ask encouraged me to take on this silly and self-indulgent little venture. I hope I can do the best dead boys (and their alive girls) justice! Hugs 💜