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modernlex · 3 months
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townie makeover wips - windenburg edition
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puppycheesecake · 4 months
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Townie Makeover -> Bjorn Bjergson.
CC: Hair / Facial Hair / Top + Undershirt / Pants / Shoes
Thank you! @johnnysimmer @igorstory @gorillax3-cc @solistair @waxesnostalgic
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m0ckest · 10 months
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Windenburg Low-CC Makeovers
Munch ~ Behr ~ Bjergsen ~ Bro ~ Fyres ~ Free Spirits ~ Partihaus ~ Villareal See all my low-cc makeovers here 🖤
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mattodore · 1 year
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mr. and mrs. bjergsen
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thrifthi · 2 months
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remade the bjergsens for no particular reason ☝️🤓
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cassandragoth26 · 2 months
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Remember how I said I was going to release the Class of 00's yearbook? I don't remember it either, but I had to take it out since "Class of 00's: From the 10 Disasters" will be like a spin-off ajsdjasd you know that in a while I will start uploading each one (There are 56… Help) jsadajsd qwq
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erehwontownies · 4 months
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💼 Bjergsen
Teen Sofia has dreams—she's going to become the princess of pop. When not cheerleading after school, she's practicing guitar & singing. Well, when her pesky little sister isn't annoying her. Elsa enjoys researching space and the little genius has already come up with plans for a rocket. Clara runs a tight ship, doing her best to have her family look good & proper, though Bjorn is much more of a casual parent despite his serious career.
Makeover of the premade Bjergsen family in Windenburg. Includes hand-picked preferences, skills, careers, etc. On the gallery at m0ckest or tray files below. Enjoy!
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stargazingsims · 5 months
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GO FOXBURY LOBSTERS!!!!!!! University is AWESOME!!
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whyhellosims · 6 months
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Me: I don't make a sims story out of every household I play!
Also Me:
She watched him kneeling next to the garden bed, admiring the way his fingers delved and dug in the dirt, sensitive to the plant roots. He had that soft expression on his face she’d come to appreciate—sorrow diluted by present pleasure, a haunting melancholy she’d always been drawn to.
Why was it so difficult to know someone else? Why did it seem like no matter how many questions she asked, she never got past the front gate of his core? How many times had his diffident smile deflected her inquiries, distracting her from her purpose?
“I can go,” she offered, wondering now, as she had so many other times, if she was intruding.
He looked over at her, a gentle turn that lifted his eyes, unintentionally coy, and put the long column of his graceful throat on display.
“I enjoy your company,” he said, and perhaps something in the troubled nature of her expression gave him pause. He sat back on his heels, concern stealing the subtle sorrow from his face. “Fallon?”
She wasn’t sure what possessed her—she leaned forward on one braced hand and kissed him, his beard prickling against her skin. His mouth was warm and soft, his teeth firm behind his lips, his tongue wet and silky when it met hers.
She found herself cupping his jaw, abandoning her position to push against him, a climbing vine he never expected in the serene order of his garden. In the distance the waves crashed against the pier and the seagulls screamed, the only ones who might spy them there fumbling in the shade of a towering tree.
“Bjorn,” she breathed, a prayer, a magic incantation to draw him out, to draw him to her. She clung to him, pulling him with her down into the grass, hands snagging and tugging at his clothes. “Bjorn, Bjorn...”
The hungry pull of his kisses surprised her, as did the way his dirt-streaked fingers trembled with haste, pushing her skirt up, tracing the length of her thigh to her hip in search of her underwear and finding nothing more than skin.
The waistband of his pants gave easily to her insistence, his stomach a firm, domed slab tightening against the brush of her knuckles. Her knees rucked his shirt up, toes pushing down his pants and boxers as he slid against her, coiling into a knot in the soft grass, dappled sunlight dazzling her eyes.
He reared over her, into her, a slow and steady slide of swollen flesh, hot and deliciously large, pushing deeper and deeper until she bowed her back, feet braced, and arched up to meet him.
“Bjorn.” She twined her arms around him, moving in time with his thrusts, his breath coming in soft, shocked gasps against her ear. His heart pounded against hers, an excited staccato gaining speed. She tightened around him, the angle and size of his body pushing her rapidly towards bliss. “Bjorn, Bjorn...”
She turned her head, delighted by the urgency of his kiss, the hungry way he devoured her mouth as they moved so desperately together. It built quickly, so suddenly that she moaned his name loud, fingers clenching in the firm muscle of his flexing back, tightening up around him as the pleasure peaked.
The low, rumbling sound it pulled from him paid homage to his namesake, a chest-deep purr of satisfaction as he strained against her, short and sharp thrusts that slowed as sensation ebbed.
It left them both breathing hard, coated in a fine sheen of sweat, the wind teasing their skin with prickles.
“Bjorn,” she murmured, cradling him with her whole body as he slumped over her, replete and, perhaps, content. She smoothed his hair, finger combing the fine blond strands away from his damp forehead, his warm face nestled in the bend of her neck. He kissed her there and she smiled, relishing the way he stayed with her, in her, connected in the only way she could entice him.
Eventually, unhappy reality intruded. He pushed up on his elbow, looking down at her with vast affection. His touch was tender when he stroked her face, stroked her hair, traced her throat down to her chest, around the curve of her breast to her waist.
She braced her foot, knee sliding up, and smiled to feel him twitch inside her.
“Will you stay for dinner?” he asked.
Fallon nodded. “I can help you cook, if you like.”
His soft smile was like food for her starving soul.
“Of course,” he said, and kissed her again before reluctantly sitting up and sliding out of her.
There was a decadent satisfaction in the aftermath, in the bits of grass in her hair, in the streaks of dirt from his fingers on her skin, in the slippery, wet slide of his come threatening to escape down her thighs. He gave her a pair of his wife’s underwear, assuring her they’d never been worn, and offered to let her shower, but Fallon declined. She wore the underwear, and part of her hoped she’d get pregnant from their tryst. She made dinner with him and his daughters and son, present in their family but not part of it. Clara’s space was large, unfilled, a silent, uncaring specter in the lives of her loved ones. Fallon felt the space she’d left behind, like a room shut up tight and locked against intrusion, unused and undisturbed and left to grow stale in its owner’s absence. She hoped he’d take her to bed there, to clear the cobwebs of Clara from one spot in this mausoleum, but he didn’t. He quietly cleared the dishes while his children did homework, played, chatted, his gaze faraway again.
His eldest, a bright girl, beautiful and hard as a diamond, picked a strand of grass from Fallon’s hair and told her, “I wouldn’t make plans.”
“I’m not,” Fallon told her. “I just want him to be happy.”
“I’m not sure he has that capacity.”
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adzrielfaie · 4 days
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puppycheesecake · 1 year
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Bjorn Bjergsen 🌧️
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m0ckest · 1 year
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Bjergsen Low-CC Makeover
Teen Sofia has dreams--she's going to become the princess of pop. When not cheerleading after school, she's practicing guitar & singing. Well, when her pesky little sister isn't annoying her. Elsa enjoys researching space and the little genius has already come up with plans for a rocket. Clara runs a tight ship, doing her best to have her family look good & proper, though Bjorn is much more of a casual parent despite his serious career.
No-cc version available on the gallery @m0ckest 🖤
Clara and Bjorn have a slightly rocky but ultimately loving relationship, as she's prone to wanting to keep up with the Joneses while her husband couldn't care less about appearances. In fact, he disappears quite often due to his job as an Agent Handler. At home, his casual parenting makes his kids flock to him. Sofia is a cheerleader and a Paragon who dreams of being a pop star (she kind of gives me early Taylor Swift vibes). And Elsa loves getting a reaction out of her sister. She's quick-witted and a little too smart for her own good.
No-CC except for my defaults and a couple skin details. I’ve added some relevant preferences, skills, and more. Say hi to Bjorn's pup, Bond!
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plumwaves · 11 months
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The Bjergsen Family
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cassandragoth26 · 2 months
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Bjorn Bjergsen (Renedages Club)
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tiptoesims · 1 year
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Bjorn, Clara, Sofia, & little Elsa Bjergsen, they escaped the spellcaster wars in Windenburg & fled to Willow Creek recently.
Sofia has been given a prestigious position in the WC Youth Orchestra, while the Joy Foundation for Young Geniuses has taken a special interest in Elsa.
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