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literalite · 6 months

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hi!! here's the long promised simdump- i'm sorry that it took me basically an entire year to get to it but i hope it's worth the wait... also thank u guys for 10k :') erm i'm rounding down by a bit bcos i gave up on getting rid of bots a while back but even then its still a crazy number. love u!!

some of these sims have appeared in mine or other people's posts before, but i don't have very strong headcanons or opinions about any of them. you can do whatever you want!

you can alter their names/traits/cosmetics however you wish, although please don't mess with their skintones/body type/gender

all cc belongs to the original creators- however i have enabled a few things for both frames (specifically the eyelashes)

tag me if you use them! i love seeing my little guys in other ppls games

DOWNLOAD (mediafire)

#ts4 #download #sim download #christen #arlo #gracie #doe #casey #manu #juli #agustin #p

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im-m-azing-art · 4 months

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Whipmas art batch 1/3

Click for quality for most of them lol

Some characters from @morgedoesart @aligaytorsoup @sirnamehere @gabsterbobby @innsjovide

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encantoisawesome · 1 year

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if anyone wants any screenshots from encanto, feel free to ask

#encanto #bruno #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #pepa #pepa madrigal #encanto pepa #agustin #agustin madrigal #encanto agustin #julieta #encanto julieta #julieta madrigal

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y2sims · 11 months

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Agustin’s / FabulousSims’ Wavy Ponytail in The New Hair System.

colors by pooklet.

texture by remi (+ poppet’s wavy).

binned, familied, tooltipped and compressed.

all four colors are in one .package file.

the mesh is included.

16048 polys, ages tf to ef (thousand thanks to @krabbysims who fixed the ef state for me! 💕).

requested by anonymous.

i actually wanted to make agustin hair dump, but since this hair was already requested a while ago and i probably won’t have much time to sit down and do the rest, i decided to share just this one for now 😅

DOWNLOAD: sfs // mf

#the sims 2 #ts2 #ts2cc #sims 2 #sims 2 cc #the new hair system #sims 2 hair #agustin: f #agustin #fhair #hair #done by me #request

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agus-mar · 11 months

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✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧/ᐠ - ˕ -マ‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ✩

#agustin guardis #agustin #gran hermano #gran hermano argentina #big brother #twitch #streaming #kitty #kitty purrs #sleepy kitty #cat #gatos #margus #gif #gifs #gifsets #my gifs

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606xx · 10 months

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Today is Agustin birthday! I made this little drawing to celebrate the birthday of our favorite clumsy man, and one of our favorites fathers

#encanto #encantomovie #encantodisney #encantofanart #digitaldraw #digitalilustration #digitalartwork #english #español #agustinencanto #agustin #agustinmadrigal #agustinmadrigalencanto #agustinmadrigalfanart #drawdrawdraw #drawing #my draws #draweveryday #dibujo

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 2 years

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Encanto Headcanons Part 3

When Isabela and Dolores were teenagers, they always made up little rhymes and songs to roast people (think similar to the "Funky Junky Hat" rhyme from Wizards of Waverly Place).

Mirabel and Camilo do the same thing. They steal some of Isabela's and Dolores' rhymes and make up their own.

When Pepa was a toddler, she would fall asleep in the tightest spaces imaginable. She would often be found sleeping either under her bed or inside a dresser drawer.

Agustin and Felix were always massive marshmallows when it came to disciplining the kids. Julieta and Pepa had to help them step up quite a lot during their earlier parenting years.

Isabela and Dolores would pretend to breastfeed their dolls after seeing Julieta breastfeed Luisa.

Luisa would do the same thing after seeing Julieta breastfeed Mirabel and Pepa breastfeed Camilo.

Pepa, Bruno, Luisa, Camilo, and Mirabel are extremely prone to napping. They would often nap in the most random parts of Casita, often two or three of them together. But most often, all five of them would nap together.

Pepa has gone several days at a time without washing her hair because of how thick and curly it is, and no amount of conditioner can help tame the mane.

She has taken whiffs of her own hair during those periods. She describes it as one of the worst things she's ever smelled.

All three triplets approach physical affection differently. Bruno doesn't like being touched, especially unexpectedly, Julieta likes hugs an average amount, and Pepa needs hugs all the time or she'll go on a rampage.

Julieta and Bruno were really shy babies and toddlers, but Pepa was extremely friendly at that time. She would wave to everyone as a baby and would say hello to everyone once she learned how to talk.

This drastically changed (with the girls) after the triplets' gift ceremony. Julieta started talking a little more after other kids knew she could heal anything, and Pepa got quieter after other kids constantly teased her about her gift and being forced to repress her emotions. She gained most of her confidence back after taking dance. Bruno was the only one that didn't really change because he was also teased about his gift.

While Camilo's more of a performer type, he's not afraid to try new areas of theater arts. He's known in the Encanto for being a great director and playwright (even writing and directing plays for the village kids to put on every summer), and always asks Bruno for advice to strengthen both skills.

Pepa taught Camilo how to tap dance. She also taught Isabela and Mirabel, but Camilo was the one most interested in continuing.

Camilo's habit of stealing food started when he first started eating solid foods. He would often be caught throughout the day raiding through the kitchen stealing an arepa from Julieta's spare stash.

Antonio started to get in the habit of stealing food as early as toddlerhood because he would watch his brother do it. Julieta once caught two-year-old Antonio climbing on a counter to get a spare arepa and thought it was Camilo at first, only to realize he's not that little anymore and realize it was Antonio.

Mirabel has a knack for memorizing little trivia facts. In a Modern AU, she could tell someone what pieces of media (movies, books, TV shows, etc.) were released the year they were born.

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hectic-hector · 6 months

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Encantober prompt #20: Vision

A Perfect Vision

If you had asked four-year-old Mirabel what her favorite color was, her answer would vary from day to day, sometimes even minute to minute. One moment it might be pink or purple, the next moment it might be yellow, silver, or red. And sometimes it was impossible for her to choose when her Tia Pepa made a rainbow.

The prospect of picking a favorite color had never seemed as daunting as it did on the day that Julieta told her youngest daughter she needed glasses. “But why can’t you make my eyes all better with food?”

The question had very nearly broken Julieta’s heart. With a sigh, she set her pestle down and wiped her hands on her apron. “Because that’s not how my gift works, mija.” She knelt down in front of a sniffling Mirabel and clasped her tiny hands in hers. “Your eyes are not broken. They’re just a little different. Like your father’s.” She looked over at Agustín, who made an attempt to appear suave by leaning casually against the counter while adjusting his glasses. Casita playfully swatted him in the back of the head with a cabinet door, making him jump and knocking his glasses askew. Mirabel giggled. “See?” Julieta said. “His glasses make him look handsome and smart. And guess what? Doctor Orozco says you can have any color you want for your frames.” She smiled big. “Isn’t that nice?” The little girl began to mirror her smile, but after a moment, her face fell. “I don’t want any color,” she murmured, looking at the floor. “I don’t want glasses.”

Julieta sighed again and gently coaxed her into a hug. “I’m sorry, querida, but if you want to see better, you need them.” Agustín knelt beside the two, hugging his daughter next. “It’ll be alright, Miraboo. I wear glasses, and I think they’re great! Here, why don’t you try mine on?” He removed his glasses and, after some fiddling, just barely managed to balance them on Mirabel’s much smaller nose and ears. The girl lifted her hands to feel the oversized frames as she glanced around the kitchen, marveling at how different everything looked. The designs on the floor tiles appeared blurrier, while saucepans and ladles hanging on the wall across the room were more in focus. Mirabel shook her head. “Don’t like um.” She handed them back to her father. Agustín put them back on. “Well, the eye doctor’s going to make special glasses just for you, Mira. They’ll fit perfectly and make everything crystal clear. And don’t forget to tell him your favorite color!”

Julieta nodded, cupping the girl’s cheek and kissing her forehead. “We’ll go tomorrow morning. Alright? In the meantime, I want you to decide what color you want for your frames. You can only pick one, though. And ‘rainbow’ isn’t one color.” “Awww!” Mirabel pouted. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“You’re probably gonna look like this. Or like this. Or maybe like this!” Camilo, who had only gotten his gift a month prior, kept changing into different versions of Mirabel with glasses, each one growing progressively less flattering. The glasses grew to the size of saucers, and the nose and teeth had also grown until he looked like a comically nerdy caricature come to life. “Stop it, Camilo! That’s mean!” Mirabel shouted, stomping her foot. “Papi has glasses and he doesn’t look like that!”

“That’s ‘cuz he’s a boy,” Camilo replied, reverting back to himself. “He doesn’t gotta be pretty.” No sooner had he spoken than a wreath of pink and yellow plumerias burst into bloom on his head. “Nobody has to be pretty,” said Isabela, descending from the upper mezzanine on a vine. She stepped down in front of Camilo, growling at him. “Now buzz off before I make you pretty!”

The boy took off, tearing at the flowers that continued to sprout from his hair. Isabela rolled her eyes. “Boys are dumb,” she muttered, boredly conjuring pansies and petunias out of thin air. “You won’t look that bad, I’m sure. Especially if you pick a good color for your glasses. Like one of these.”

Mirabel took the proffered bouquet, looking at the bright colors. They were mostly various shades of pink and purple, with a little bit of white and yellow for accents. “What color would you pick?” she asked, gazing up at the much taller twelve-year-old.

Isabela blinked. “Me? I wouldn’t pick any color, because I don’t need glasses.” Mirabel’s lip trembled, but she remained silent as she turned and walked away, the hand holding the bouquet hanging dejectedly at her side. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Mirabel spent the next hour alone in the nursery, flowers, papers, and crayons scattered all around her on the floor as she lay on her stomach drawing and redrawing herself with different colored glasses. Camilo’s unflattering interpretations of her kept invading her thoughts, and each time they did, she pressed the crayons harder into the paper, drawing the lines thicker and darker, as if she could somehow scribble those images out of her head. When the first crayon broke, so too did Mirabel’s resolve.

Sobbing, she stood up, clutching her latest drawing to her chest, and ran out of the room. Tears clouded her vision, and as she ran up the mezzanine toward her parents’ room, she did not see the figure that emerged from a different door until it was too late.

Mirabel collided with a green blur, nearly knocking both of them to the ground. “Whoa, careful there,” said Bruno, catching her by the elbows to steady her. “You really gotta watch where you’re going, kiddo. You don’t wanna get… Mirabel? What’s wrong?” he asked as he looked her over. “Are you hurt?”

Mirabel shook her head. Grabbing two fistfuls of fabric, she buried her face in her uncle’s ruana, sobbing quietly. Bruno looked down at her, speechless. He leaned down to put his arms around her, to offer the poor girl some comfort, but paused when he noticed the paper on the ground. It was rumpled and tearstained, but the picture she had drawn was unmistakably a self portrait. A distorted, exaggerated self portrait, with so much frustration and fear rendered in thick black crayon, particularly in the wide circles around the eyes. Bruno stared at it for a moment, then at the little girl clinging to his clothes. He knew what he had to do.

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Mirabel stood in the middle of the stone chamber, holding her uncle’s hands as well as her own breath. Bruno’s eyes glowed brightly as he slowly turned his neon gaze from Mirabel to the sands swirling overhead. Though this wasn’t the first or even the tenth time she’d witnessed him having a vision, she still found herself transfixed by those eyes. A second pair of gleaming green eyes appeared in the storm above. Mirabel squinted, as much to keep the sand out of her eyes as to try to make out what the vision was showing her. Meanwhile, Bruno’s eyes remained wide and unblinking, even as his hair whipped violently around his face.

The two green circles widened, then connected, as other features began to take shape around them. Mirabel was just beginning to make out a face and a body when the swirling sands flared impossibly bright. She let go of her uncle’s hands to cover her eyes, and in an instant, the torrential winds ceased. Silence fell inside the stone chamber, and when she looked up again, Bruno was holding an emerald slab over her head to protect her from the falling sand.

A moment later, he was turning the tablet around for her to see. “Looks like you’ve got nothing to worry about after all,” he said, grinning despite his sudden headache. “See?” Mirabel stared at the vision. Etched in emerald, a smaller version of herself looked back, smiling wide as she reached her hand out toward a butterfly. Even her eyes were smiling behind large, round glasses that flattered her face.

“Here.” Bruno set the tablet in her hands. “No more sad or scary drawings of yourself when you’ve got this.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mirabel had no idea how, but somehow, that vision tablet had survived the fall of Casita. And it was Bruno, of all people, who had found it in the ruins: cracked, chipped, but still in one piece. He recognized it instantly. Mirabel saw him standing motionless in the rubble on the second day of cleanup and went to see what he was holding. As she approached him, she froze when she saw it. Bruno looked up at her. “You kept this?” Mirabel blushed. She stepped closer, pushing some debris aside with her broom. “Um, yeah. I did.” They both looked down at the tablet, studying the nearly forgotten image for a long moment, before Mirabel spoke again. “I wanted to remind myself that I shouldn’t worry so much. About the future. About… myself.” She shrugged. “I guess I also kept it to remind me of you. After you left.” She met his gaze, and despite the fact that she was smiling now, there was a little shadow of sadness behind it. Bruno had gone into hiding only a month after giving Mirabel that vision. The last one he had ever given her, until the present day. “No matter what anyone said about you, I didn’t want to believe them.” She placed a hand on his arm. “You gave me a perfect vision. I didn’t want to forget that. Or you.”

Bruno could only stare back at the young woman, completely speechless. Mirabel took the tablet from him and wiped away the remaining dust, and as she did so, her smile grew warmer, and when she looked up at him again, there was no trace of sadness left. “You’re the reason I chose this color, you know,” she said, tapping the frames of her glasses. Bruno blinked. “You mean because of how they looked in the vision?” Mirabel giggled. “No, silly. I picked green because I wanted my eyes to be like yours!” Bruno could only stare at her, speechless yet again. “What?” she said, tucking the tablet under one arm. “I was just a kid at the time. A kid who thought you had the coolest eyes when they glowed.”

Bruno smirked. “So if my eyes glowed bright pink instead –”

Mirabel smirked back, shaking her head. “I like green better.” @encantober-official

#encantober2023 #Encanto #Mirabel #Bruno #Julieta #Agustin #Camilo #Isabela #Madrigal

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waitingona-mirabel · 5 months

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