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gourd-cie 🕷️🎃
@buggysims.bsky.social
lives through dolls made of 1's and 0's 🐝 22 🪲 they/she 🐛 telling stories for funsies
current progress on appaloosa 🍎🏡
November 17, 2025 at 2:07 AM
shocked and upset at how long ive played the sims, and never thought make this diva and her gaggle of divas
October 26, 2025 at 12:37 PM
need one of these bad boys in these dire times rn
October 25, 2025 at 8:40 PM
god i love where my sims style has gone with this gshade preset
October 12, 2025 at 1:04 PM
was messing around in game, and there is no way thats in the game 💀 but i have no clue which mod is giving me psychic services lmao
October 11, 2025 at 6:21 PM
we are so back (i have builds to do but i wanted to see them)
October 7, 2025 at 9:02 PM
I GOT THE JOBBBBBBBB
September 25, 2025 at 3:19 AM
i really dont wanna go to work yall 🫠
September 4, 2025 at 10:33 AM
The Cat Scratch has also been renovated, and my brain is fried from all this building 🫠
September 3, 2025 at 2:14 AM
Welcome to the grand (re)opening of John Landgraab's 'The Zesty 'Mato,' your favorite failed comedian's pizza + arcade🍕🕹️

(i fully forgot to take before pictures, but tbh it was ugly)
September 2, 2025 at 11:00 PM
Walking in through the kitchen door brought immediate familiarity to Fritz. Smelling warm grain and freshly cooked eggs, his stomach made its thoughts loud and clear.
He needed this.
August 26, 2025 at 1:59 AM
Fritz woke up in a cold sweat, feeling as if someone strapped weights to his body.
He needed to see Vernon. Kennedi. Just someone.
August 26, 2025 at 1:47 AM
'𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.'
August 26, 2025 at 1:34 AM
All Fritz knew to do was run. But when your body is working faster than your brain, the task is easier said than done.
His legs hurt, arms battered from the fall.
Everything hurt.
August 26, 2025 at 1:23 AM
His body was feeling a rush. Everything around Fritz was going double or thirds. Chills found their way up Fritz' arms, and down his spine. His body felt paralyzed, down to his heartbeat. A scream rang in the night, shushing every single sound Fritz could register.
August 26, 2025 at 1:06 AM
It was a blur to Fritz, leaving that conversation with... whoever that was. The more he thought about it, the blurrier details about him seemed. Same when it comes to the location. When did the wind get so strong?
So... irksome?
August 26, 2025 at 12:50 AM
𝘚.𝘚. 𝘉𝘶𝘥𝘰𝘳, 𝘈 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵?
𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘥𝘰𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥.
𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘺'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥.
August 26, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Leaving the cemetery, Fritz heard the boy behind him. Talking about some Urban Myth that he found in the town's landmark. How it made him wake up across the water. "Oh my god, okay! Can you leave me alone?" Fritz waved.
"Fine. I'm sorry." A breath falls. "I'll leave you be."
August 26, 2025 at 12:03 AM
"Sorry, is something wrong?"
"Yes, you gotta go." The boy blurted out, gesturing back towards the entrance. "This place isn't safe. I promise you."
"I don't understand, what's going on?"
"I can't explain it, just go!"
Fritz felt something in his stomach. He needs to go.
"Whatever."
August 25, 2025 at 11:52 PM
Fritz was always the goody-two-shoes growing up, among his siblings. Never stepped too close to the street.
Never found the wrong crowds. He never even tried to sneak out, saying he never had a reason to.
"Hey!"
August 25, 2025 at 11:33 PM
Fritz was doing it again. thinking.
𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.
It wasn't right, how their parent's died. It didn't make sense.
But neither did half of the things Fritz had found about the afterlife. How what is once dead stays dead.
Fritz just wanted to see how close he could get.
August 25, 2025 at 11:24 PM
𝘵𝘢𝘱
𝘵𝘢𝘱
𝘵𝘢𝘱
𝘵𝘢𝘱
August 25, 2025 at 10:49 PM
bugs are my friends !!
August 25, 2025 at 12:54 AM
While he worked late nights, Fritz and Kennedi were left on their own. Secure, of course, but left alone in a rather big home no less. "Friz, do you feel cold?" Kennedi jolts, looking towards the kitchen.
"A little, Kenni. But, just finish up that worksheet." Fritz dismissed.
He feels chilled.
August 19, 2025 at 1:21 AM
speaking of visits, uncle joseph stopped by 💕
August 19, 2025 at 12:49 AM