#it's progressing

Violet Feng.

So in my game, whenever MCC gets to do its thing, the Fengs always end up with at least one daughter. I’m currently going through @bekindtoyourself-darling save because I have the attentionspan of a moth. So her parents were originally made over by her (then again a little by me, because I can’t help myself, I get itchy fingers) and I did the roll, edited her a bit and here we are.

I quite like her, I’m trying to sort of put together a save that I can use as a base (so, it has some lots (mostly not made by me, because again, attentionspan), some sims (which I actually do make, so hey, looks like some of them will finally have a home!) and I’m hoping to clutter it up using TOOL as well) because I’m incredibly done with a lot of EAs sims.

Which is mighty ironic considerng her parents are some of them, but I like the Fengs a lot. I have quite a few I like that I might bring over (yes, that basically means everyone in Windenburg is coming with me, Diego Lobo too) but I am going to leave some of them behind (including, wait for it, the Goths. The level of done I am with them? Rivals that of anicent Romans). But yeah. This is my current thing.

and gals and non-binary pals ;) 

I’m looking over chapter 2 of Ghosty Virgil, and it should be posted within the hour! So if you’re on my tag list but don’t get a notification within the hour, please send me a (nice) message, so I know if Tumblr isn’t letting me tag people again. :))))

A/N: Istg i’m working on this. It’s killing me but i’m working on it lol. Major thank you to my best friend aka my editor @kaviea ily ;-;

She nodded, shuffling her feet in place and looking down at them. The first few notes played and goosebumps ran up her arms. An unexpected, but familiar feeling came over her. It had been so long since she sang. A deep breath and it poured out of her.

Between the meaningless jokes, back-and-forth conversations And all the people, I look like I’m fine I pretend to be numb and I try to smile I try to turn around from your shadow but...

Unbeknownst to her, Seungcheol’s smile spread wide across his face. Her voice was mellow and pleasant to the ears. He remembered how she used to sing to herself in her apartment, dancing in place. If only she could go back to being her old self.

Vernon, lips slightly parted in awe, sat in silence, taking in every move, every sound.  

The words came easily, like she’d somehow known them forever.  

...I keep thinking About our last moment The words “take care” was it for our plain breakup Not yet I tell myself, like a fool...

But with the words and melody came the painful memories of that summer and Jeonghan. The memories that she so desperately tried to obliterate. She didn’t realize how much the song would hurt her. She thought she was fine. She pretended so well, hiding it from Seungcheol, hiding it from even herself.   But with the last few verses, she felt the tears crawling down her cheeks and the lump that grew in her throat didn’t make it any easier. Instead of stopping, she continued, with a voice more powerful than ever.  

...I can’t swallow the words that linger in my mouth It’s not fine Ah ah ah it’s not fine oh Ah ah ah it’s not fine