Been playing a lot of My Time at Sandrock while recovering from surgery and I'm smitten with Owen ;v; I just got his proposal scene and had to put my switch down to giggle and kick my feet
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Fun question to all my farming sim lovers out there: if the opportunity should arise that a small team and I (by that I meam my engineer brother and me) were to make one, what do you think of this concept?
Your regular old farming sim, the beloved mini games (except fishing. Fuck fishing), romance options, developing the land, etc etc. BUT! Creepier. Yes, you must save the town! But not from a Corp. Or simple odds, such as your usual game, but from something far more nefarious.
A monster? A killer? Or something far more surprising? Who knows! We're just spitballing the story right now and wanted to see if it was even worth the effort/something that would be in demand.
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Linda Hair
Converted from My Time at Portia to The Sims 4
For masculine frame
Basegame compatible
24 EA swatches
For teen to elder
Custom thumbnail
Hat compatible
Shadow map
No specular map
No normal map
Disallowed for random
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Her twin brother Dylan, meanwhile, tries his luck blind dating.
Um... that's the mailwoman and more importantly, the landlord's girl friend.
That's better. I mean, Portia was his oldest brother Cecil's first woohoo but definitely better than a taken NPC.
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Hey Tumblr, I heard you liked Farming RPGs. 👀
Wanna know why there are so many cropping up?
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VeronaHills, Round Six: Capp (C)
Nathaniel knelt at the play table and scooped up all the blocks. He was going to built a house without windows.
Windows were see-through, and made things a little less loud, but people on the other side of them seemed to think they were invisible - and unheard by little ears.
Uncle Kent was moving out. Mum said it was for the best. The other man seemed happy.
Nathaniel placed two blue cubes together.
Mum wanted a holiday. Dad said they couldn't, because he was on a ballroom dancing tour.
The red pyramid made a great roof.
Getting up in the night for water, Nathaniel saw dad outside, hugging an old lady and touching her face.
One green cylinder later, the house had a chimney. Maybe Uncle Kent's new house would too.
Nathaniel peered at the blocks and began to imagine doors, then windows, in spite of himself. Then, a smiling family, all together inside, even the uncle and the poodle. He sniffed and swiped at the wetness around his eyes.
The house needed to be bigger, that was all.
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Portia takes a dip 🌊🫧 💕
[this is a monthly raffle prize from my pa🌲on, where you can participate for as little as 1 buck and help me struggle onwards :^) ]
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So, am I at the point in my life where a long lost relative contacts me and let's me know that I’ve been left an entire farm in the countryside somewhere yet?
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