Des packs sims qui vous ravie. 3
Ce qui est bien avec les sims c'est que l'on peut leur donné la vie que l'on veut. Dans le mode construction du jeux les sims 4 ,on as pas beaucoup d'objet pour faire de nos sims des streamer (ou streameuse).
Grace a ce pack de cc sims 4 on peut enfin avoir des accessoire de streamer pour nos sims comme des keylight ,des caméras ,des microphone et des ordinateur
lien pour télécharger ce pack :
https://www.patreon.com/posts/32883338?epik=dj0yJnU9UjhqcGJWTk9qcFo3VHR5ek5nM011c1JfdkQ5ZUJKZ1MmcD0wJm49WVlXQzc2S21YZEV2ZVFTN1lGUXBSUSZ0PUFBQUFBR1FiQVJj
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So I suddenly been hit with a major Gardenia et tu Polaris brainrot, specifically how much I wanna spoil angel Saeran... I love love love wings in all their forms, so I would completely adore his beautiful wings, but I would be too sheepish to express it to him fully. Who knows if that's considered weird or inappropriate! I don't know how angels work nor their wings! Do they need to preen? Are they dusty in the same sense that some birds have dust on their feathers to keep them soft? So many questions... I just know that the moment he allows me to touch his wings for the first time I would be jumping up and down internally from giddiness. Catch just sitting there for a good hour just gently caressing his feathers with my fingers and whispering how beautiful I think his wings are, and how perfect they look on him, and how grateful I am for all that he did for me without even me knowing. I don't care if his wings are considered too small or not right, or whatever else he's been told. He is perfect in my eyes, and his wings are one of the loveliest things I've touched and seen
SORRY FOR THIS SAPPY DUMP I'M JUST SITTING HERE THINKING OF ANGEL SAERAN AND I HAD TO SHARE IT
He deserved to get pampered
Ever since he blinked into existence on the pearly gates of Heaven's embrace alongside his twin brother, he was always looked like as if he were created wrong. Nobody would say it in earshot of the Father but it was something Saeran understood from the beginning. His wings... they were too small.
His ability to fly was stunted, and even with a lot of time and practice, he still couldn't manage to fly without a help for long distances. Most wings are meant to be broad, long, and dense. His were clipped from the start, and barely stretched past his wrist on a good day.
He felt so ashamed of his wings... of the whispers that he was an accident, and that Saeyoung was meant to be even more beautiful... he was just a leech... who took what was meant to be Saeyoung's.
Saeyoung never let him believe that.
His brother would go as far as he could to make sure nobody ever said those words in his presence, but it didn't stop them from talking about it.
It didn't matter how far away they were from the point of their creation, people would always look at them like they were different, and he refused to let them go through it for as long as he could. It was harder when his brother got the chance to go down to Earth by himself and he was left alone. But, every time his brother came back, it felt like his insecurities faded if only for a moment.
Many angels above him would snicker that he might not be able to return to Heaven if they abandoned him on Earth. The fear clung to him for centuries, too. Saeyoung always told him stories about how wonderful the Earth was, but being told was never the same as the chance to see it for himself. Entranced and entangled by the world, he was fortunate and cursed to have met you.
He saved your soul.
You saved his faith.
He sacrificed everything for you.
His brother destroyed his wings for it.
The downward spiral that was his angelic existence all came from the fact that he was insecure about his wings. From the very point of his creation, his wings were what drove every action and reaction from those around him. How could he not be insecure about them? How could he not be afraid to show his true self to you after everything?
It's not that you wouldn't love him, he knew, it was that you might not think more of him if you knew that he wasn't the best angel you could have loved.
You know, in the end, there was so much going on that you didn't have the opportunity to look at him properly when his form revealed itself to you. The night of the party… You didn't have an opportunity to talk to him about everything. There was so much going on, no time to think, and yet, you were captivated by him, weren't you?
His wings protected you... they kept you safe from the malicious plot going on all around you. How couldn't you believe him to be beautiful?
All of the loneliness you once felt... he was the one who helped the ache in your heart. He was the one who helped you when you were on your deathbed, and even though what he did for you didn't take away all the pain, it stopped you from dying and gave you the opportunity to live your life again. You gained what you thought you lost... energy and faith... even if long days left you winded and tired.
You were alive... because of a beautiful angel.
An angel with wings you could care less about being "perfect."
That's why you stand with him to this day, a smile on your face as you caress his wings with tender hands, and a peaceful bliss washes over you the longer you stay. "I love your wings, Saeran. They've protected me ever since that day. To me, they're beautiful... and I will never ever forget what it felt like to see you above me, my guardian angel. Your wings spread around us... your bright eyes... your gentle hands... that is the moment... I fell in love with the true you."
Those are the words that cling to him no matter how much he finds himself feeling insecure again. Those words stay with him no matter where he goes, and if he ever feels a sense of doubt, he knows within his heart that your love will always remind him of what really matters. It is not the size of his wings that makes him an angel, it is the size of his heart.
That's why he takes your hand in his, helping you caress his wings with a small gasp on his lips every time he feels your pulse jump... this is humanity... in his hands... and he loves it. He loves you and what it means to be loved... even if he had to wait centuries to be with you... it was worth it.
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Wahh? I wanna know more about you having 4 fingers if you're up to tell?
Yeah sure! I’m pretty open to talking about it, its just I’ve had people get really uncomfortable about it before so I don’t really bring it up as often anymore.
The basic gist of it was when I was bored, my hand didn’t develop properly and so when I was two we had my middle finger surgically removed. Part of it is from my dad’s side cus he himself had two fused fingers and some cool weird toes haha.
So after everything i just have 4 fingers on my right. I’m mainly left handed so it only really impacts a few things like if I wanna play piano or when I took ASL last semester of college lol. I really enjoy joking about it and being funny but it’s really only around people who know me, it isnt a hinderance and is just part of me.
tho i cant flip people off with both hands so that do kinda suck-
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