Ipimpslapp (Dream Simmer)

UNSEEN - coming soon

just some of the girls. there's more coming

Me’sha and Tevin

One of these day's I'm going to get around to completing this project. I have almost everything in order but due to them being apart of the story I'm gonna wait until I get there. Being a creative and having so many ideas and story lines you want to tell comes with the good and bad. The bad being timing, the when will it drop or be ready and is this game cooperating. The good is the creative expression and being in full control of what you want to produce.

A still moment in a moving story. -Charlie

Odell Gibson & Jamila Gates (Sims 4 Download)

Two Sims that bring the heat AND the vibe. Odell’s calm but protective, and Jamila? She’s that girl. Period. Download includes everything I use with them: sliders, presets, skins, and traits.

• You can change the traits — I didn’t put much intention behind those. • Odell uses 2 skins that require color sliders, so make sure that’s installed. • There are merged files and some unsorted CC, so please check everything before dragging it into your Mods folder.

• Sometimes mods slip in when using Tray Importer. I cleaned it out, but double-check just in case.

Traits, sliders, presets, eyes, and skin overlays are included. Files may be large. Please don’t just drag & drop without reviewing!

Cyrus: (leaning in) "See? Told you I could multitask I got the dishes done and made time for you."

Mari: (giggling) "Multitask? You were just trying to avoid me yelling at you. Don’t act like you’re some hero."

Cyrus: (moving closer) "Hero, yes. And I'm also the guy who’s about to make you forget why you were mad in the first place."

Mari: (smirking, raising an eyebrow) "Oh, is that so? Bold of you to assume I was mad to begin with."

Cyrus: (making eye contact) "Mad or not, you’re stuck with me babe. And right now, all I’m thinking about is how fucking perfect you look in this light right now."

Mari:(rolling her eyes but smiling inside) "Mm-hmm, smooth talker. Don’t think I’m letting you off dish duty just because you’re sexy."

Mari: "So, you mean to tell me this text notification wasn’t you saying, 'I'll wash the dishes later'? Cyrus, it’s been two days. Later turned into never."

Cyrus: (shrugging) "I was... building momentum."

Mari: "Momentum? Oh, so you’re a scientist now? Trying to redefine time and space to avoid doing the dishes?"

Cyrus: (chuckling) "Nah, just an expert at letting you think you’re in charge."

Mari: (smirking) "Okay, 'expert.' Let me remind you what I’m in charge of: everything. Now, either you wash those dishes, or your momentum and I are about to collide."

Cyrus: (laughing) "Alright, alright, boss lady. Consider it done. Just don’t write me up for a late shift."

Mari: "Seriously, Cyrus? The bedroom sink? What’s next? Washing bottles in the bathtub?"

Cyrus: (grinning, focused on scrubbing) "Look, a sink’s a sink. It’s all plumbing. You said get it done—this is me getting it done."

Mari: "And this is me regretting every choice that led me to you."

Cyrus and Mari

'You really gonna wear that?' he asks, looking me up and down like he’s judging, but I know better. 'You got a problem?' He grins. 'Nope. You look good no matter what. Just saying.'

He looks at me again. ‘So, when we working on baby number two?' he asks, all casual. I roll my eyes. 'Now you know I just got my body back where I want it. Let’s wait until after the wedding.'

When Love Feels Distant

There’s a silence between us now—one that used to feel like comfort, but now it just feels heavy.

Tyrell’s touch is still familiar, but it doesn’t calm me the way it used to. Maybe because deep down, I’ve started to question everything. His phone lights up late at night, he leaves the room when I’m around, and there are whispers I can’t ignore. I can’t help but wonder if I’m the only one. Is there someone else? Someone he’s been turning to when I’m not enough?

I haven’t asked him. I don’t want to hear the lies, the excuses. But I can’t shake this feeling—that he’s already halfway out the door, even if I’m still here beside him.

Honestly I’m scared to leave. Even with all my doubts, a part of me still wants to believe we can fix this.

I still want to believe that the Tyrell I fell in love with is still in there, somewhere. But every time I see those late-night texts, every time he pulls away… it gets harder to pretend.

And that's why Paris feels like more than just an idea. It feels like a way out. Yazmin and Presley have been my girls through all of this, reminding me that I deserve better. They see me for who I am, something I’m not sure Tyrell does anymore.

Maybe he’s already moved on even if he won’t admit it.

And maybe it’s time I do the same.

Look at him standing right there lost in his own world.