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okay time to try to use this thing again

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okay so blushy lion man was a bit of a hit (for me anyway) SO HERES ROUND 2 YOURE BYLETH AND HES LOOKIN AT YOU

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Henley Sweater for the Sims 4

…it’s been a while!

And I’m not even here to post something brand new, as I made this top a few months ago, and never shared it. It’s a simple edit of a top from Outdoor Retreat (you now, the first game pack), to remove some patterns, and give it nicer color options. I think this sweater will the perfect thing to wear in Henford-on-Bagley! 

That feel weird for me to post CC while in my own game, I have hardly used any for some time now. I don’t play much, but when I do, I’m working on some new families to share with you, so I can’t use custom content… but I have fun!

I think I should create a smaller Mods folder with only the essential things (Like body hairs, my eyes replacement… and maybe a few clothes for the guys as they don’t have much!). It’s nice to have lots of clothes and hairstyles, tons of face details to make your sims more realistic, but it’s sometime a bit overwhelming, especially when you just want to play, without feeling obliged to give a makeover to all the sims you meet!

Anyway, enough rambling, here is the download link !

Download: SimFileShare

My Terms of Use are on this page. If you like this and my other creations, you can also follow me on Twitter!

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I feel like this is an accurate depiction of their dynamic, right?

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Been playing slowly through rf5 and these two have unexpectedly stolen my entire heart. They're besties and I love this

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Kimetsu no Yaiba Mugen Train Arc Opening ☆ “Akeboshi” by LiSA

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Kyojuro ❤️

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fav rengoku manga moments

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rengoku best owl aniki 🔥

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this was coming out wonky so i left it as it is. have it!

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Rengoku ☆ Kimetsu no Yaiba: Mugen Train Arc ☆ Episode 1

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some twitter stuff lol

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Tengen with his hair down 🛐

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Kankagari

Aahhha, you asked for more post-Mugen train Rengoku angst? No? Oops--

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Kankagari: The Rengoku family has long had this practice. For the duration of a pregnancy, every seven days the wives will spend two hours gazing at a large flaming torch. This seems to be what causes the men in the family to have flame colored hair.

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If Shinjuro finds you in here, he’ll kill you.

You slide the shoji behind you as quickly and quietly as possible. You rush across the nearly empty room, bare feet padding across the tatami floor. The room has a quiet and eerie stillness to it, one that hasn’t been disturbed in a long time.

That is, until you.

You rush to the chest at the end of the room to start wreaking havoc.

The chest opens with a pitiful creak. A dust cloud spouts out of the box and you cough, trying to muffle the sound with the sleeve of your kimono.

Before the dust even clears you’re shuffling through the chest.

You would have asked Senjuro’s permission if he was here. But he’s not at the estate right now, and you couldn’t imagine facing Shinjuro with the request. Besides, you need to do this now. Shinobu said you’re two weeks in, so you’ve already missed a week. Maybe, though, if you start now, it will still work…

It feels wrong to be so disrespectful with her things. A beautiful silk obi sash. A scroll wrapped and sealed. A jade hair comb. All carefully placed in the chest, now pushed aside so you can find what you’re looking for.

You are sure, though, that Ruka will understand.

Shinjuro? Not so much–

– and that’s why your heart skips a beat when the shoji slams open behind you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You flinch, but don’t turn to him. You’re almost at the bottom of the chest, and you have to find it.

“Don’t you dare disrespect me,” Shinjuro booms, and you hear his heavy footsteps against the mat as he stomps across the room.

But– there! Your hand wraps around the smooth polished glass. And that means– yes! The stake is next to it–

Suddenly Shinjuro is hovering over you. He snatches your wrist with a grip so tight you nearly drop what you’ve been searching for. He yanks you up by your hands, his eyes burning with fury, his hot breath reeking of sake. He opens his mouth to yell, but his breath hitches when his eyes see what you’ve pulled from Ruka’s chest.

A torch in one hand. An hourglass in the other.

The rage that had sharpened his features suddenly dulls into confusion.

“What… what are you doing?”

You swallow and stare defiantly back at him.

“I’m pregnant,” you say, your voice firm. It’s the first time you, personally, have incurred Shinjuro’s wrath. But you’re not sorry. You know your husband would have understood, too. “The child is Kyojuro’s.”

Shinjuro’s grip around your wrists loosens. He blinks.

You take the opportunity to jerk your arms free of his grasp. Your cheeks are burning– you are being so disrespectful right now.

But you need to do this. You’d never forgive yourself if you ruined the Kankagari.

It’s… it’s something Kyojuro would have wanted you to do, too.

“I need to begin now,” you say as you stride across the room with as much dignity as you can muster. “Ms. Shinobu said I am already two weeks in. I cannot risk losing another week.”

You leave the room and turn the corner around the shoji. As far as you can tell, Shinjuro hasn’t moved from the chest to follow you.

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The flames of the torch dance against the walls of the room. Even when you blink, now, the white spots of the fire twirl and spin against the blacks of your eyes.

Out of your peripheral vision you see the sand in the hourglass has almost finished falling.

There’s a knock on the shoji. Senjuro must be home.

You don’t answer. You don’t want anything to risk you taking your eyes off that flame.

Another rap, and a pause. Then you hear the shoji slide open.

“Ah, onēsan, I’m sorry,” Senjuro says. “I saw the flame, and thought maybe you had fallen asleep. I didn’t want it to burn while you slept.”

You smile at the sweet boy. “It’s alright, Senjuro-kun,” you say, again eyeing the last few grains of sand yet to drop to the bottom half of the hourglass. “I’m almost done.”

Senjuro closes the shoji and steps into the room. “What are you doing?” He asks as he sits down beside you, folding his feet under his legs.

“Kyojuro watched your mother do this every seven days before you were born,” you explain. You smile at the thought, but bite back the sting behind your eyes. You’re sure if he was here now, he would be at your side every day, too. “He told me once that he would try to sit with her while she did it, but would often fall asleep instead.”

You hear Senjuro let out a small gasp. “Wait,” he whispers. “That’s… this is the Kankagari, isn’t it?”

Finally, the last grain of sand in the hourglass falls. You fall forward, catching your head in your hands, massaging your eyes. The image of the flame is burned in your head. It doesn’t stop dancing, now, even with your eyes closed.

It’ll be a long pregnancy.

But as you open your eyes and look to Senjuro, your heart is full.

You smile at him, giving him his answer.

The grin that appears on his face is one that would have rivaled even his brother’s. And suddenly he’s tackling you in a bear hug. You catch him in your arms, giggling.

“That’s– that’s amazing! Is it really true?” He says into your neck, and you realize he’s crying.

“Yes,” you nod, squeezing him, “Shinobu confirmed it this morning. That’s why I rushed home, to begin the ritual.”

Just as quickly as he’s tackled you, he scrambles away from you. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” he shakes his head and bends down, looking at your stomach. “Is– are you okay? I hope I didn’t hurt him– it– you!”

You answer by tackling him back in another hug.

“You’ll be an uncle, Senjuro.”

He laughs and hesitantly hugs you back, scared to hurt you and his brother’s child.

You wipe your own tears as you squeeze him tighter.

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“That’s odd– it smells like someone’s cooking.”

You nod in agreement. You and Senjuro walk through the halls of the Rengoku estate, following the smell. Usually it’s you who prepares the food— so it’s strange that the smell of salt is wafting through the air.

So strange, in fact, that you and Senjuro can hardly believe your eyes when you slide open the shoji to the dining room and there’s a whole spread of food lined on the table.

“I– what– who–?” Senjuro can’t find the words. You can’t even find any.

Because, what’s more, it’s salt grilled bream and sweet potatoes on the table. Kyo’s favorite.

You’re so shocked by the spread that you don’t even notice Shinjuro entering the other side of the room until he sets down another platter of sweet potatoes on the table with a clank.

Neither you nor Senjuro know what to say. Shinjuro sits, pouring himself a glass of sake. You and your little brother-in-law can only stand in the doorway, mouth agape.

The room is silent, save for the sound of the evening bugs outside as they start to sing for the night.

“Senjuro” Shinjuro finally says after a sip of sake.

He straightens. “Yes father?”

“Have you heard? About the baby?”

Senjuro blinks and looks up to you. Then, he answers hesitantly, not sure how to interpret his own father’s behavior. “Um. Yes, yes I have. Isn’t that such a blessing?”

Shinjuro nods at his son, then at you. Finally, he motions to the food loosely, as if putting together the spread isn’t as big a deal as it is. “You’ll need to eat good meals everyday. For the baby.”

You and Senjuro share looks. After a pause, you both sit down at the table with Shinjuro.

There’s another moment of silence, but then Senjuro smiles and bows his head.

“Itadakimasu, father,” he says. Then, he eyeballs you.

You open your mouth to begin the word of thanks, but the sound gets stuck. Shinjuro sits across from you, his eyes closed as he sips his sake. You bring your hands together to begin the thanks. But it feels wrong.

Senjuro’s puffy eyebrow quirks in confusion at your silence.

Finally you lower yourself to the floor, bending your belly as carefully as you can over your knees, pressing your head into the floor.

“Please forgive me, otousan,” you say. “I was incredibly disrespectful today to the Rengoku family. I should have asked for your permission before taking the things for the Kankagari. Thank you for–”

“Get up,” Shinjuro orders. You’re used to being interrupted by him, so you quickly obey. You feel Senjuro’s hand on your knee under the table– his way of silently supporting you against his rude father.

But the usual apathy in Shinjuro’s eyes is gone, and instead now he looks….softer.

“Kyojuro wouldn’t want you on the floor like that, with the child.”

You bow your head. “Yes. Thank you, otousan.” Then, after a pause, you add, “Itadakimasu.”

The silence that follows is awkward, but again, different from the normal angry silences that follow Shinjuro’s usual bouts of rage.

“Meshiagare,” Shinjuro says, and begins serving the fish.

You and Senjuro begin eating in tow.

It’s not a perfect family dinner.

There’s not much conversation, and when there is, it’s still awkward. The food isn’t necessarily delicious. Shinjuro still drinks far too much sake.

But, you know deep down, somewhere, Kyojuro would be so, incredibly, wonderfully happy at the sight of his family eating together.

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Author's notes: Thank you for reading! This is kind of a sequel to this, but can be read alone too :3

Itadakimasu: Thanking everything involved in the preparation of a meal

Meshiagare: said by a chef or host to show that the food is ready to eat

Onēsan: big sister, can also be used for sister-in-law as well

Otousan: father, can also be used for father-in-law as well

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everyones done!

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NO BECAUSE IM MANIFESTING THIS RN