No More Fuzz Balls. Sorry Aggie, Shiro Is Putting His Foot Down. We Gotta Enough Of Em Back At The House.

“No more fuzz balls.” Sorry Aggie, Shiro is putting his foot down. “We gotta enough of ‘em back at the house.” Stay strong, Shiro. Resist your adorable girlfriend’s pouting.

" but— but surely you can s-see she needs a good home, right? a-and f-food, water, and love? " she's pouting up at him even more now, beginning to hold the feline close to her body. " y-you wouldn't want this poor baby to struggle, right? " sure, the cat seems to have taken care of herself just fine up until now, but still. it's clear to agatha that some care and love would certainly benefit her.

she bats her lashes at shiro, making puppy dog eyes at him. " please, pretty please, my love? "

" you weren't... you weren't supposed to see me... like this, dove... oh, dove, " maren was cradled in agatha's arms, covered in blood. her white pieces of clothing were stained a deep red from getting wounded by a shotgun, " i'm... so sorry, dove... i dragged you into... " the woman sucked in a large breath, sputtering a bit of blood from her mouth, feeling the fluid roll down to her neck, " into all of this... please, leave me here, and be free of... " emerald green struggled to stay open, maren reaching to weakly cup her wife's cheek, " be free of me, my beautiful dove... "

no... no, how could this happen? how... how could this happen to her, to them? " maren, please, y-you— you c-can't leave me! please, w-we were meant to grow old t-together! " after everything they've been through, this can't be it, right? it... no, no! there has to be more than this! " there h-has to be more, please, my love. y-you— you c-can't j-just die, maren, please! " the faerie sobs, hot tears pouring down her cheeks as she holds her tighter. she brings her hand up to rest over maren's, holding it more firmly against her cheek, moving her head to kiss her palm, smearing maren's blood across her lips.

she sees the life fading from her eyes and her own eyes widen. " n-no, no, no, no! maren! " agatha shakes her beloved, trying to rouse her, to bring her back, but it's futile. she's gone. she... she's gone. her sobs stop for a moment and she stares down at her dead wife. it's like the whole world has come to a sudden stop. her world has stopped. agatha exhales sharply, her chest tightening, her throat burning. a broken sob leaves her, then another. she holds maren's hand tighter and cradles her head against her chest, beginning to wail, mourning her one and only true love.

messing around in the sims and i think i'm finally happy with how soryn looks

i will get to the other asks tomorrow! don't hesitate to send more if you'd like to! <3

thinking about soryn's angel verse

logging on to say i've given soryn a last name finally. it's marwood. okay bye, i'm going back to the sims