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🌹❤️🌹❤️ … 𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙔 𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙋𝘼𝙐𝙇𝘼 , artwork cc.

as the title says : HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULA !

in honor of the very sweetest person ever’s birthday ( well, belated birthday ), here are a few bits of cc that i have been working on. you can decorate to your heart’s content with these three pieces. every single thing costs 119 ( heh, get it? january 19th? yes, i know i’m late, i’m sorry! ) and you only need ’ city living ’ + ’ get famous ’ to enjoy these pieces. included in the pictures are photos of galaxies , sims screenshots and minimalist disney photos! a bit of a mismatch, but still cute i think!

again, thank you so much for everything paula. you are truly a delight and i am lucky to know you. hope your birthday was as amazing as you are !!

Aw Paula! Gracias!! You are too nice! I was looking at my old posts, more than a year old, and even since then, you were always there. Thank you 🥰🥰

I'm so amazed by your incredible talent!! I'd love to see the Heckings! (did I spell their name correctly?)

You spelled their names correctly. :D  I think the Heckings deserve the glam treatment, so they’re in the running for consideration. I’ve already drawn them though, so I might look at iconic Sims I haven’t drawn yet. But who knows I may include a third or not, and I’m not sure who they’d be. 

A muscle was jumping in Jason’s jaw as he strode down the corridor next to me. “I might be an idiot, but I’m not stupid,” he snapped at me. “What exactly is going on with you and Fox?”

“We’re friends,” I protested.

“Friends don’t eye-fuck each other,” Jason said with caustic calm.

“I was not eye-fucking him.” Why the hell do I have to defend myself?

Jason scrubbed his face with his massive hands, his exhaustion showing suddenly in the sag of his shoulders. “Okay, maybe you weren’t,” he relented, “but he certainly was.”

“We’re close friends,” I insisted. “He’s been teaching me a lot about magic and -”

Jason frowned. “Did Jack authorise that?” he asked abruptly.

“Uh, I don’t know.”

“Aquele canalha!”

I’m not sure what the Portuguese meant this time, my brain couldn’t find the relationship to Latin fast enough; but the tone was vehement and invective.

I stopped and he pulled up when he realised I was a few paces behind him. “Who are you mad at? Me or him?” I asked Jason bluntly, my Irish firing up.

A flicker of remorse crossed his face as he came back to me. The backs of his fingers tenderly traced my cheek. “Never you, querida. Never you.”

“Okay then.”