Hit Me Up If You Wanna Talk About Your Sillies.

Hit me up if you wanna talk about your sillies.

I love chatting about OCs. If you guys want to infodump to somebody about your little guys that live in your brain and sims 4 game, I’m all ears! Just hit me up.

Finally finished my sim for @angel-cake120's sim-swap! The 27th Specimen (aka "Livard") was present at the bastion during the collapse. During the breach of security by infected entities, they fled their containment and awaited the aftermath, which allowed them to gain freedom. On their escape, they looted a few items from or nearby faculty corpses, including the cardigan of Dr. Livard (who's name-tag was attached. Entity 27 would appropriate the name for herself.) "Livard" the entity is immune to the outbreaking pathogen, but due to experimental biology, mutated a form of the pathogen which can spread to machines. They are immune to this strain, but still a carrier.

A secondary stolen article of clothing can be seen tied around their waste. (CC links and Tray file will be posted sometime soon. Keep a look out.)

ADHD x Autism smooch

My pose and build mode folders are currently a wreck, so here's some crappy CAS images of Maxwell. She's a (mostly) human skater woman living in a cyberpunk-ish cityscape inhabited by creatures of all sorts. Maybe when I get my file situation sorted I can introduce you to some of her friends.

Love Lor's freaky little animations

The Epic Slog

There once was a wee lad who thought virtual humans just didn’t look right without cat ears, so he learned to mod his game.

He grabbed a handful of cool things online, and haphazardly cast them into the shallow basin the tutorials told him was the answer to his pain.

Not first did he consider to organize. No. He rubbed his hands together anxiously and clicked on the game.

And he hoped, and he prayed.

And he clicked “New Game.”

And there she was. The first modded sim. He cloaked her in a wrap of hyperrealistic flesh and filled her skull’s sockets with the gelatinous orbs that actually sparkled in the warm light of a cheese-born stove fire.

And his heart soared at her existence.

But his heart was also dripping as it flew, slowly. And why does a heart drip slowly? That is because a heart penetrated by a blade will not fully rupture, but only bleed with each passing beat. Little at a time, leaking out when not clamped shut by the pressure of the muscles tensing as they propelled blood.

And penetrated his heart had been. Not by dagger or spear, but by the claws of a little writhing worm.

And he required more.

And he went out hunting for more.

Day and night, the ritual repeated. More, more. More modifications. More files. More customized content for this digital world.

Add to the pile. Add to the pile!

The shallow basin dug deeper, and deeper. And across years it became a churning sea of files. Packages like eels, slithering around in the dark. Folders like grand wales, with bellies full of secrets.

And finally, the lad had to look upon what he had made. A massive monument to his lack of caution. For what he had made he had no longer tamed. …because due to poor environmental management, everything was actually completely and utterly dead.

And THAT is why you organize your mod folder! Don’t let it accumulate into forbidden primordial soup over several years.

Because untangling the forbidden primordial soup is very long and very, very boring!

(On a very unrelated note, what is your favorite method of organizing your mod folder?)