5 days for the homeless

What’s everyone thoughts about the homeless lady? I’m pretty sure it’s an older version Max. I’m hoping there will be more of the ‘homeless lady’ in before the storm.

Submitted by @prpiphpa-blog


Shot! I almost forgot about her! 

There are many theories surrounding her. She is an older version of Max, she is a time traveler like Max, she worked for the Prescott’s or some firm they bought and then got fired, and so one.

Personally, I really hope we can learn something of her backstory in Before the Storm (Only 5 more days!!!)

June Create A Sim Challenge

June Create A Sim Challenge

I loved cinemasims  March create a sim challenge and wanted to do something for June. PLEASE be so kind to RESPOST and PARTICIPATE as much as possible lets have fun!!!

use the hashtag #vjunecreateasimchallenge

“This is open to Sims 2, 3, and 4!!!”

Feel free to go back and do the previous days if you like I know I will!! I know I started late, sorry I had the idea right now!!! Lol

Here are 30 prompts for the month of June LETS PULL OUT OUR SIMS AND HAVE FUN!!

Please do not claim this challenge as your own this was created by The Original Vintage Sims Aka Vint. If it inspires you please give credit and tag me I would love to participate!!

“THANK YOU SIMMERS!!!”

DAY 1: TODDLER
DAY 2: 1980s
DAY 3: CLUBBER
DAY 4: FAMILY
DAY 5: HOME DESIGN
DAY 6: 1950s
DAY 7: HOMELESS
DAY 8: FARMER
DAY 9: FAMILY GUY
DAY 10: RESTAURANT
DAY 11: POOR
DAY 12: BIG BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
DAY 13: NSFW
DAY 14: RED HEAD
DAY 15: QUEEN
DAY 16: ISLAND
DAY 17: VAMPIRE
DAY 18: FATHERS DAY
DAY 19: DISNEY
DAY 20: STRIPPER
DAY 21: FAIRY
DAY 22: QUEEN
DAY 23: SIM SELFIE
DAY 24: LOOKBOOK
DAY 25: BESTFRIENDS
DAY 26: SEXY
DAY 27: FIGHT
DAY 28: THE MAN
DAY 29: DRUGS
DAY 30: SUMMER  

FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME & use the hashtag #vjunecreateasimchallenge so I can see the simming in action!!!

pandandpixels  asked:

All the oc thingy to Sanae 💆

Sanae Meilin Wang

- List 5 personailty traits about them

  1. Shy and sweet 
  2. Will paint you like on of her french girls 
  3. Docile and obedient
  4. Will cry if she sees a puppy
  5. Gifts homeless flowers on rainy days

- List 5 thing they hate 

  1. Snow and cold
  2. Nighttime(it gets really creepy in her cabin)
  3. Macaroons
  4. Brushes with artificial hair 
  5. Chinese stereotypes

- List 5 things they love 

  1. Alexei ( @simmingwiththetide )
  2. Sketching forest fauna and flora
  3. Having breakfast on her back porch by the river
  4. Sunshine, all of it
  5. Beaches and long strolls

- List 5 other characters they get along with 

  1. Alexei
  2. thats it
  3. she needs friends
  4. save her
  5. Dalia (soon)

- List 5 things they will always remember

  1. Moving out from her parents’ house
  2. Losing her first tooth 
  3. Her dog passing away
  4. Getting her first tattoo

- List 5 physical things about them ie (hair colour, eye colour, body type ect)

  1. Changes her hair colors only to pastels
  2. Smol and chubby
  3. Watercolor tattoos
  4. Has a belly piercing
  5. Tiny hands that can’t hold the paintbrushes properly

- List 5 things they couldn’t live without 

  1. Cherry juice
  2. New book smell
  3. Her paintbrushes tbh
  4. A comfy bed
  5. Starbucks

- List 5 things wish they had

  1. All the animals in the world inside her house
  2. Better paint
  3. An infinite museum to display her drawings
  4. More time
  5. A husband 

- List 5 things that are going to happen to them

  1. She will get married at some point, wish i was faster with my sims lmao
  2. Not much tbh
  3. She’s boring

- List 5 things that they look for in a lover

  1. Kindness
  2. Politeness
  3. Animal lover
  4. TALLLLLLLLLLLLL
  5. Big arms
burnout

i have spent today
masturbating, eating ice cream,
playing video games, and getting high

in protest against
the dread of my situation -
homelessness is 5 days away.

i have never felt this
hedonistic bliss before,
but in a past life vague familiar way i recognised it,

savouring the most expensive fruit
while knowing the rule
about leaving the garden…

im getting more ice cream.

The Homeless Man’s Situation

My tattered shoes were drenched from the inside out. It was impossible to take more than a few steps without having to walk through puddles. It’s been pouring rain for days. I’ve been homeless for almost 5 years now and I’ve never encountered a storm as relentless as this. I need to find shelter. Someone’s shed or a garage that wasn’t attached to their house. I’ve sneaked in to a few before during blizzards, and never got caught. It’s got to be past midnight now and most of the houses I’m passing have their lights off, but not one of them had a shed or detached garage.

Finally, after stumbling through sheets of pelting rain for what felt like an hour, I found a good place. The house lights were off, so I hopped the fence and entered the side door of the garage. It was so dark I couldn’t see a thing, but I managed to find a latter that lead up to a loft. Perfect. I climbed up and carefully felt around to make sure the floor was strong enough to support me. It was sturdy enough, so I laid down and tried to get some much needed sleep. But my attempt at slumber was short lived.

I heard the garage door open and the lights flicked on. I could hear a man talking. “He’s a bit heavier than he looks.” There was a tiny little crack in the floor right next to me, I was just able to see through it. The man, who I assume to be the owner of the property, was dragging another man’s lifeless body in through the door. I watched in horror as he lifted the corpse up and layed it down on a metal table in the middle of the garage. The man continued to talk to himself as though he was the main character in a Broadway play preforming a solo narration. “We’ll avoid the chainsaw this time, I learned my lesson with the last guy! We can’t have blood and skin fragments spraying all over the place again!” He walked over to a tool box and pulled a large hunting knife out of it. He paced back over to the body. “First, it’s off with his head!” He let out a sinister laugh and started sawing through the man’s neck. My stomach began to turn. It was all I could do not to violently vomit across the entire loft. I held it in. I couldn’t make a sound. If I did, I would be on that table next. By now he had cut through the neck all the way to the spine. “Now this part’s a lot easier than one might think!” He put the knife aside and slid the body down so that the the head hung over the table. He picked up the tool box and lifted it high in the air. He smashed it down onto the head and it came clean off. It made a horrid sound like a branch being snapped off a tree. He then placed the head into a large carrier bag with a zipper on it. “Now for the arm’s!” He bellowed out as though a large audience was applauding him on a stage. “Luckily I sharpened my knife this morning, so cutting through the tendons and muscle tissue shouldn’t be too difficult!” He slowly sliced his way through both of the man’s shoulders, as though he was savoring the moment and basking in it. When he finally had both arm’s off, he placed them in the same bag as the head. “Now for the hardest part, the legs! I shall cut them off at the knees to avoid the hip bone! It is much easier to break knee caps than hip bones!” He reached in his tool box and pulled out a heavy duty hammer. He started smashing away at the knees until he was satisfied. “Now that the knee caps are broken, it will be much easier to cut through!” He gashed his way through both knees, again savoring each moment. He placed both legs in the bag along with the torso.

Finally, he was done. I couldn’t take anymore of this. I’d never seen anything so disturbing in my life. This psychotic animal of a man will forever haunt my dreams. As soon as he leaves, I’m running to the police station. The man started whistling a happy tune as he zipped the bag closed. Then he walked over to the corner of the garage and grabbed a lawn chair. He unfolded it and placed it next to the table. Still whistling like the insane person he is, he picked up his knife and sat down in the chair. What was he doing? Why isn’t he leaving? He finally stopped whistling when he sat down and he spoke again. “Now I wait!” He said as he slapped the knife against his palm menacingly. I felt a fear like no other creep up my spine as he slowly turned his gaze upward and looked directly at the same crack in the ceiling I was looking down through. “I haven’t been talking to myself this whole time ya know….”


Written by: Sage
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