otherworldly dreamer

So,i decided to share some stuff what i converted for decoration of my vampire’s house. You will find everything in one folder (but ofcourse organized) because i’m really really lazy today to provide separate links for download. Same goes to screen preview.

* Credit for 3 dead trees goes to  sim_man123

* Credit for cemetery sign goes to Fresh-Prince

* Unfortunately i don’t know who created deco bats,i just got them with random   lot,so credit goes to unknown creator

* Trees and cemetery sign in a Deco-Plant section ( :P)

Enjoy decorating your own corner of darkness!

Fallout Playground Conversion 

Some grunge and broken items for playground. All items are ”Sculptures”

*  All credits for meshes and textures go to Bethesda Softworks

Fallout Dead Trees Conversion

- includes large,medium,small tree and a shrub

- find under Decor/Sculpture

- Only one color

Enjoy *

Fallout walls,floor and terrain conversion for TS4

WALLS

FLOOR

I’m here, in the monochrome dream again.

There is no color here, only the gray and a dirty, burnt smell.

The grass is crunchy and wet beneath my feet. It breaks like little fingers under my shoes. I tread heavily across the small patch of land, toward the glowing square eye that watches me, lidless and glittering, vicious and eager in the dark light.

The sun doesn’t work right here.

I remember now.

I fell asleep in Lucy’s room (”the spare room”, John insists; The Guest Room. What Guests? Mine won’t come inside. But I am only temporary now, so maybe it is my room after all), and woke up in the third world.

Or maybe it wakes up in me.

It’s so easy to forget.

Hungry, it says. Hurry.

The fleshy, pulsing cord is hot and meaty in my hands; an unnatural throbbing heat that radiates in my palms long after I’ve washed ashore in my own bright, desperate world.

I plug the TV in between my legs.

The screen flickers, the images stutter past, the unclean movies. Some of them I recognize, others twisted and tortured and unfathomable.

I see my face.

I see Lucy’s.

I see, though the tears obscure my vision.

And as I watch, the TV changes the channel.

Changes the channel.

Sometimes I am inside the darkness.

The lights are pulsing still. When they are here. I think they are slowing down, though. I try to time my breathing with them. I breathe in as they grow, out as they shrink.

The slow breathing helps me feel calmer when they disappear.

I am not sure what I am supposed to do. 

The lights pulse slower and slower, and the black lasts longer and longer.

When the lights slow down so much that I cannot hold my breath that long, I call out again. “Darkness!”

No response. 

The lights shrink down to tiny points, and then they disappear. The path and the trees and the flat buildings disappear into the black with them, and the black lasts so long this time. 

The darkness is dying.

I walk in the black, and I imagine.

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