WinterBerrySims

Hi, I'm Winter ❄️

Birthday: January 2nd 🎂

I'm a mom, part of the LGBT+ community, and a story teller at heart. I live in the U.S. and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write an intro. I love books, the sims, skyrim, and learning about myths, folklore, and beliefs across different cultures. I love all different kinds of aesthetics and styles and am trying to branch out and show that more in my sims. I also like getting to know new people and having conversations though it is something I struggle with sometimes.

Through heavy rain and silver light,

She danced as Lightning through the sky.

He moved like Thunder in the dark,

A storm too deep and vast to die.

Her veins were streaks of burning gold,

Her touch could split the night in two.

And every roll within his chest

Grew wild each time she flashed into view.

For Thunder walked where shadows slept,

And Lightning set the clouds aflame.

Yet in the storm they found each other,

Two restless hearts the rain could name.

Beneath the trees where cool moss grows, A scarlet cap through autumn glows. With ivory skin and amber eyes, She wears the woods in soft disguise.

White specks bloom bright across her crown, Like warning stars the leaves cast down. Too strange for gardens, wild for men- A forest thing time grew again.

Green Aventurine Crystal Sim

Born of earth in moonlit green, Where quiet hearts are softly seen. She does not shout, she does not strive, Yet in her stillness, souls revive.

With crystal crown and gentle glow, She teaches breath to move slow. A whispered charm, a steady rune, A healing hum in soft attune.

Where she stands, the worries cease, Green light weaving inner peace. Stone and spell in balanced art, A calm companion to the heart.

Leopard-spotted slug inspired sim

In the hush where the raindrops fall,

She stands like moss against the wall.

Wet as moonlight, slow and bright,

A quiet bloom in velvet night.

Leopard spotted, soft and wide,

Like slug-trails where the wild things hide

The leopard slug beneath the dew,

Moves with the earth, not just through.

No crown of hair, no need for flame,

Her skin holds stars without a name.

In storm lit shadows she feels free,

Rooted in rain, in leaf, in tree.

Small beside the towering green,

A gentle queen the dark has seen:

She glows where others rush and run,

A rain kissed world, and she the sun.

Whether you're celebrating your mom, missing her, or learning to be a better one, happy mother's day.

She looks like honey in borrowed light,

soft little smile, sweater pulled tight.

Gold in her lashes, sweet in her stare,

like something gentle, almost too fair.

But sweetness like hers always comes with a seam,

a flicker of danger beneath the dream.

Crack her open, see what you’ve found:

a rambutan heart, all fire-wrapped, crowned.

Soft on the inside, crystal and pale,

but guarded in spikes that shimmer and scale.

Pretty things like her don’t beg to be held;

they bloom just as bright when they’re left unquelled.

She burns a little louder, a little more red,

a spark of “don’t touch” in the tilt of her head.

So taste if you dare but handle with care…

not everything sweet was made to be shared.

Super sim save update:

My sim has been a werewolf, a fairy, a plantsim, and is now going through her evil vampire phase. The idea behind it? 5 people died really close together in her life so she became obsessed with the idea of immortality and then fell in love (obsession) with Vlad, cause Vlad can't die. Aria will do anything to win and keep Vlad's favor so evil vampire lady she now is. This play session was also filled with drama, Nina crashed their wedding halfway through and tried to fight Aria, and was then knocked out. Vlad was happy for the misery but pissed at Aria and Nina for fighting at his wedding. Aria was still mad when it was over so I decided Nina would be one of the sims they trapped for plasma and locked her in the basement. Vlad and Aria woohooed right after, and then I decided we needed more people so I locked Bess in the basement too (alon with others)... the next day she had a pregnancy belly so I decided to add her to the household. Story wise she could tell someone about the basement, and it would be suspicious for a random baby to show up somewhere so she gets to keep it. Then I went into mc command center to see who the father was and found out that the dad is Aria's best friend. More pictures of all that drama under the cut if you want to see it.

Not every story is visible. Not every survivor is believed. But every one of them matters. 💙

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Bows that bind and whispers that sting, she wears her darkness like a delicate string.

In crimson silk and golden thread, With sacred vows so softly said, Her hands in henna, stories spun, Two hearts now bound, becoming one.

A steady flame, both fierce and kind, Love blessed in soul, in breath, in time.

Last sim for @aliengirl beautiful bodies challenge. I've had so much fun making all the sims and have gotten so much inspiration for future sims because of this challenge. I've loved it so much, thank you for making it.

I had to use paint to edit part of the hoop in her nose because I couldn't find any that worked perfectly with this ones preset and was actually going through the middle of her nose so some people may notice that if they look at the pictures too closely... I think I did an alright job at it for not doing something like that in years though.

Small Note

I made this Hindu bride Sim with love and care and want to be respectful in how I’m representing her. I’m not from this culture, so if anything feels inaccurate or I’ve gotten something wrong, please feel free to let me know I would genuinely appreciate learning and correcting it. My intention was to celebrate and appreciate the beauty of South Asian bridal fashion and representation.

Rosy wings in twilight glow, Where maple whispers gently flow. Pink-lit eyes and golden hue, A quiet world she softly knew.

A rosy maple moth at rest, In velvet dusk she’s dressed her best. Fireflies hum where she belongs, A gentle heart, in quiet songs.

By quiet waters where silver shadows play, She drifts through the dusk at the edge of the day. Ink blooms like roses that never will part, A soft kind of darkness that cradles her heart.