Theme By: Destroyer
Powered By: Tumblr

My Sweet stuff

simhurricane
Swedish girl with an almost unhealthy obsession of The Sims, tattoos, World of Warcraft, pugs and love.

I also have a thing for pictures of kisses. I might post a lot of pictures of people kissing. Because it's simply beautiful.

And Paris. Paris is beautiful too.

---

My ask box is open for me or any of my sims. • Home • Ask Truffle Legacy Oh Lord! Legacy Tags and Resources


× 9 Notes

Chapter 4.7: In love with you

It was the middle of night and almost all of Fondant Fields was asleep. Stars twinkled on the dark blue night sky and the wind sang soft lullabies for the leaves on the trees. In the yellow and teal house that housed the Twist family two teenagers, one child and a visiting adult had all gone to bed. The house was as silent as the rest of the town. 

But Watermelon Twist did not sleep. 

No, Watermelon Twist laid awake and wondered why no one liked her. Why the people who should care for her always disappeared from her life and if perhaps it was her fault. She often wondered about this and usually came to the conclusion that she had to be the cause, somehow. She did not know, though, what she did wrong. She never tried to push anyone away in the first place and yet they constantly left her. 

Hours had passed since she first went to bed and she was certain that everyone else was fast asleep by now. Her sister, Bittersweet, was most likely tucked in under her covers and so was her baby brother. They both seemed happy and content, even though they were as abandoned as herself. Perhaps they, too, knew that she was the one to blame for everything. Perhaps sleep came easy for them because they knew it wasn’t their fault. 

The last two nights had been special. Not because she had trouble sleeping, for that was just normal, but because there was a grown-up ‘bow in the house who had no reason to stay, but did it non-the-less. Watermelon did not know why she got up from her bed because it never helped her to fall asleep once she got back, but still she pushed the covers off of her and got up. 

The house was silent and still, as houses are when they are sleeping, and Watermelon walked with light and soundless steps as she left her room.


×

lazytoad10 said: oh my gosh, this has entriqued me;) zqwqewrsdfbksdfgbu

alfalfalegacy said: At first I thought that was Coral but I think it might be Watermelon. Damn it girl your ruining my BitterRomeo shipping!! XD

arilua said: That can’t be good. O_O

Mihihi, that’s a proper preview, right? :D


× 10 Notes

× 10 Notes

× 88 Notes

(Source: frozensims, via titosims)


× 7 Notes

× 19 Notes

× 7 Notes Chapter 4.6: Finders keepers
Even if Bittersweet was still annoyed with my lack of phone calls while I was away, she did soften up rather quick. The bird I had brought home instantly made a nest in her heart and the way she talked to it and cared for it only reminded me of how good she had always been with the younger kids. Still, I knew it wasn’t easy to run a household as young as she was. I knew for I had done it myself for a very long time. It felt distant now, but I had done it alright.
I did what I could to ease her work while I was at home for I wanted her to have a life too. She had given me the greatest opportunity I could have ever wished for and it was only fair that I returned the favor. But Bittersweet rarely went out. She never hung out with any friends her own age, which I guessed depended on the simple fact that she didn’t have any. She had cared for the family when there was no-one else to do it, and now she suffered the consequences.

Chapter 4.6: Finders keepers

Even if Bittersweet was still annoyed with my lack of phone calls while I was away, she did soften up rather quick. The bird I had brought home instantly made a nest in her heart and the way she talked to it and cared for it only reminded me of how good she had always been with the younger kids. Still, I knew it wasn’t easy to run a household as young as she was. I knew for I had done it myself for a very long time. It felt distant now, but I had done it alright.

I did what I could to ease her work while I was at home for I wanted her to have a life too. She had given me the greatest opportunity I could have ever wished for and it was only fair that I returned the favor. But Bittersweet rarely went out. She never hung out with any friends her own age, which I guessed depended on the simple fact that she didn’t have any. She had cared for the family when there was no-one else to do it, and now she suffered the consequences.


× 2 Notes

jbfairysimshots replied to your photo
She’s a scary looking vamp…

Oh yes, she is the most terrifying vampire I ever played. 

grasshopperpiesims replied to your photo
jeez sodapop, dramatic much?

Soda Pop would never be dramatic, would she? ;)


× 3 Notes

Are there berry sweet names for the WA worlds? If so, what are they?


× 18 Notes

× 6 Notes Chapter 4.5: Soulmates
As summer turned in to fall the leaves on the trees went from green to orange, yellow and red. I had always adored how the change of seasons came clear to the eye, even though it was easy to tell far earlier that it was about to happen. Some say that fall and winter are a time for loss and sadness while spring and summer marks the beginning of something new and life. They obviously don’t know what they are talking about. Even though the leaves change color and fall to the ground, fall is a time for new beginnings, too. Other beginnings, per se, but still beginnings.
It’s the beginning of warm knitted sweaters and scarfs. The beginning of flickering candles and the smell of cinnamon and oranges. The beginning of cozy socks and meals cooked on root crops. The beginning of a new semester at University.

Chapter 4.5: Soulmates

As summer turned in to fall the leaves on the trees went from green to orange, yellow and red. I had always adored how the change of seasons came clear to the eye, even though it was easy to tell far earlier that it was about to happen. Some say that fall and winter are a time for loss and sadness while spring and summer marks the beginning of something new and life. They obviously don’t know what they are talking about. Even though the leaves change color and fall to the ground, fall is a time for new beginnings, too. Other beginnings, per se, but still beginnings.

It’s the beginning of warm knitted sweaters and scarfs. The beginning of flickering candles and the smell of cinnamon and oranges. The beginning of cozy socks and meals cooked on root crops. The beginning of a new semester at University.


× 6 Notes Little Mystery, Taxus and Hyacinth’s son.

Little Mystery, Taxus and Hyacinth’s son.


× 2 Notes

HOLY AH!!! I’m so anxious for chapter 4.5 I read 4.4 lastnight and I am so hooked to it. I love the way you did it, and I’m still shocked that I won!! It was my 2nd berrysim and I got lucky :D Thank you again.

It wasn’t luck, you made a good-looking sim which suited my fiance’s taste. :) Making berries isn’t that much different from making regular sims, except they are colorful of course. 


× 15 Notes Preview of chapter 4.5:
Some say that fall and winter are a time for loss and sadness while spring and summer marks the beginning of something new and life. They obviously don’t know what they are talking about. Even though the leaves change color and fall to the ground, fall is a time for new beginnings, too. Other beginnings, per se, but still beginnings.
It’s the beginning of warm knitted sweaters and scarfs. The beginning of flickering candles and the smell of cinnamon and oranges. The beginning of cozy socks and meals cooked on root crops. The beginning of a new semester at University.
And the beginning of endless evenings roasting apples over open fire with the one you love the most.

Preview of chapter 4.5:

Some say that fall and winter are a time for loss and sadness while spring and summer marks the beginning of something new and life. They obviously don’t know what they are talking about. Even though the leaves change color and fall to the ground, fall is a time for new beginnings, too. Other beginnings, per se, but still beginnings.

It’s the beginning of warm knitted sweaters and scarfs. The beginning of flickering candles and the smell of cinnamon and oranges. The beginning of cozy socks and meals cooked on root crops. The beginning of a new semester at University.

And the beginning of endless evenings roasting apples over open fire with the one you love the most.