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“Oh. Now you’re awake.”

“I almost died, you…savage. Do you take some barbaric pleasure out of kidnapping people and forcing them to be slaves for you?”

“I did not kidnap you. You walked here of your own accord.”

Lana scowled at the man and then continued.

“Take me home. Now!”

“Absolutely! But first I must reward you” the Witch Doctor said and reached into his robes.

“Oh no you don’t!” Lana exclaimed, and stepped back in horror, looking around for something to defend herself with.


“Wh…where did you hide that at? What’s in it? Is this some sort of trick?”

“Watcher help me, woman. Just open it.”

“Watcher help you?” Lana screamed at him as she opened the package. “I almost died. The authorities will hear about this. You’ll be locked away for the rest of your miserable life.”

“I doubt that. No way they will find me.”

“I have a map, remember? I…What is this?” Lana asked as she pulled out a raggety doll from the box.

“A gift.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“Goodbye, Lana Mann.”

Dear Voltage

Aye man I’m sick of voltage having only these clueless women who just believe anything and just are all around hella naïve like make the MC a mean girl make the MC an intelligent girl make the MC a hoe dang MAKE THE MC SOMEBODY WHO CAN PUT 2 AND 2 TOGETHER AND ACTUALLY GET 4 AND NOT 3 OR SOME SHIT DAMN GIVE ME A MC THAT CAN ACTUALLY LIE ! They’re doing better cause I like the MC from Liar! Uncover the Truth but I truly wish they could make the MC’s more reliable on certain things.


Teresa: *begins walking down the stairs* I’m coming sweet pea!

Adwin wipes his eyes, relieved.

Teresa: *surprised* Did you open your bedroom door and come all the way over here all by yourself?

Adwin doesn’t know how to respond to that.

Adwin: *rapid baby talk* Gah ah dah swe mah!

Teresa: Are you ready to eat? Do you want food?

He does want food but he’s also about to wet his diaper, so he tries using the word that his mommy taught him.

Adwin: Potty?

10 Day Self Sim Cas Challenge

  1. Everyday wear
  2. Formal wear
  3. Athletic wear
  4. You at another age (so if you are young adult make yourself younger or older)
  5. An outfit you would never wear in real life
  6. Dream job 
  7. Date night outfit
  8. Dress up/costume
  9. Another time period
  10. Dressed in your favourite colours 

Enjoy and maybe tag me in your posts or tag it as #selfsimcaschallenge 

Use whatever game you prefer :)

Can we all just take a moment and feel bad for thirstguy who only had one wish before he died…

No, it wasn’t his family, 

aaand probably also not finishing his collection of scented candles

Nope, it was his true love drinky.



The Edge of Seventeen Tag

rules: reimagine your founder (or a sim you made as an adult) as a teen! maybe even on prom night?

I love backstories and I kept thinking what Brynn was like as a teen. Brynn was always a romantic at heart and that all started in high school. In her small town, Brynn was never one to shy away from standing out. Whether it was her big bell sleeves or her shiny lipgloss or her love for the boys and girls. Prom was all she ever dreamed of and she ended the night as a princess and even got to kiss a frog. Here she is in her normal off dress code everyday look and on prom night.

I tag @our-dazed-sims, @lilsimsie, @dank-owski, @loniden, @pxelmoon, @pxelsong, @berrysweetboutique, @calisimgirl, @classy-cal, @becolibe, @blursims, @literallywhothe & @lucasmunch bc im extra and it’s my tag

 make sure to include the banner here made by the one and only @our-dazed-sims, if you wanna! HUGE thanks to my better half Jack for making my banner and helping me through my editing crisis ily

pls use the tag ‘the edge of sims’ so I can see all ur cute lil teen sims and tag me too!


I wanna go somewhere where midnight looks like dusk, powder blue and ripe with electricity, begging for the snap of firecrackers, the sulfuric taste of gunpowder. Breathing in the smoke of you, the velvet charm of you, the silk woven in your words. Five hundred thread count lies. Unborn somewhere spanning oceans, licking up the flames that burnt the salt out of your wounds. “Take me to the desert,” she says, and so I do. “Nothing like a pink sky.” Nothing like the whites of your eyes. White lies. Rolling back, arched, painstaking, relief. You’re always falling in love with everything— but only a little bit. I’m always watching you out of the corner of my eye, memorizing your moves. Thinking of all the ways I could devastate you.

But only a little bit.