#cus

MARGOT

Hello ✿ Since y'all liked my first sims I decided to share more :)

If you play with her and take pics, don't forget to tag me I would love to see them!

Female, YA

cc included

I used sliders

Download .sim here (to have just the base of the sims)

Bob Pancakes On the left, the version of Bob Pancakes by EA. On the right, my version: Reflects his traits a bit more, especially the slob trait. He looks like he takes less care of himself.

Eliza Pancakes On the left, the version of Eliza Pancakes by EA. On the right, my version: As with many of the Sims I’ve made over, Eliza mostly just got a little refresh. Modernizing her a bit !

So, which makeover do you prefer ? Do you like my versions, or do you prefer EA’s versions ?

Gallery ID : En0line

Please, don't reupload or claim as yours !

Pretty motherfucker........................ my god, said wirh hatred, said with HATE. Said with so much sexual hate. Its insulting how hot he is .

Reshi listened to Rio talk about her world’s Zekrom, taking in the details carefully. Rio had experienced a Unovan War in her own right, witnessing firsthand how it tore apart the legend she had served at the very seams.

Striking down his own people, the words rang familiar in her head. She remembered all too well how the cuvil war in her own world had families killing their own kin should they disagree. The bloodshed had dampened the morale of her prince greatly, war no matter the stakes was always a heavy load for the mind to bear.

Sometimes disappearing forever was tempting. Reshi wouldn’t lie; the idea of an eternal slumber in the stone was a peaceful one. Yet a part of her was glad to be alive, breathing deep in the cold air and enjoying a meal that had been delicately prepared.

It was freeing to be sitting here, listening to the ‘smaller’ pokémon.

Rio held alot of insight that helped to broaden the goddess’s horizon. She was right. Her people, regardless of who they presently were, needed her power and protection. It was her job to serve them, to protect the land from liars.

“Thank you Rio, I think that’s something I needed to hear.” She gave the rockruff a grin. “You have a perspective that helps me see the entire painting as it were.”

As Rio began to talk once more, Reshi relaxed in her chair, leaning forward on the wooden bar top. It was quite funny to think of a rockruff who had draconic in her-

“Your Zekrom must've been a piece of work."

Reshi stopped, beath hitching in her throat.

Something settled in her chest, hard to breathe. A familiar face in her mind.

Sour beats in her chest, that familiar flutter of the heart she had forgotten. The shine of a blade, blue currents illuminating the area. Comforting words in deep tones, the same voice clawing into her.

Late hours and cold nights, bright torches lighting halls. The cape barely dusting the floor, clean and secure. His eyes tired, but strong, ready to leap into action without hesitation.

She knew what he was. One word came to mind, but the weight of it had threatened to crush her should she utter it.

“H-he…He was…” She started. Reshi couldn’t complete the sentence, to do so was to admit aloud how much he truly hurt her. Her form crumpled into itself, heat dying in the small area she occupied. The silence had been so long that one might’ve thought that was where her sentence ended.

A whisper finally left, a quiet admission as it was finally put into the world.