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TW/CW: images of blood and firearms, NSFW/sexual content (longer version in link), implied murder for hire.

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Dan: Atlas? I tried looking for you and then they started performing!

Atlas: It’s okay! Is it just you?!

Dan: Yea! I’m sorry, I told them-

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Dan: You sure?

Atlas: Mhm, let’s enjoy the rest of the show!

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The Sims is love. List 5 facts about a favorite sim couple of yours, and why you love them so much. Then pass this on to 5 others, whose sim couple(s) you also love. 💘💕

Oh! Fun! Thanks for this ask.

Celia and Max are pretty much a couple now, so this makes perfect sense!

When Max first saw Celia, she was dancing by the fire. What caught his eye (amongst other things, he's a teenage boy after all) was how free she was, completely immersed in the moment, just feeling the music, the wind, ... the alcohol buzz. It fascinates Max because he rarely just lets go.

She's Scorpio (water sign), he's Capricorn (earth sign). They should be compatible and influence one another in a positive way... but I can see where they could bump heads and hurt each other, especially where they're at right now.

This is not their first romantic relationship, but neither of them ever had a serious relationship.

Max would have his hands in his pockets or his arms crossed all the time in social contexts. Celia uses touch to communicate, lead, connect and anchor herself in cases of high emotions. And she's been initiating that kind of contact with Max regularly, but always with some kind of softness or restraint. Max just lets her do it, until she kissed him, which is the first time Max gives in and actively touches her back.

I used to play with them in another save and just loved their dynamic. Celia never got hurt by Max's mean streaks and those would never last long when she was around. It's like she never took them personally and used that opportunity to help him through it. Max was also never mean to his kids. Celia's parents hated him though 😂 Here's their little family:

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Miss May I: Season 5 Part 48

Isabella: Wow Damian, this place looks amazing! It's almost like a real life hotel.

Damian: Pretty soon it will be a real life hotel. Julie is at the courthouse getting the business license right now.

Isabella: You hear that, Jaspy?

Isabella: Your mommy is going to be a business woman!

Damian: Oh look, here she comes.

Damian: So, we open for business?

Julian: No. Not without permission from the other owner.

Damian: Other owner? You mean Vivi?

Julian: No.

Isabella: Your dad? Isn't he the one who gave you the lodge in the first place? I know you still don't see him much, but I'm sure if you told him there was a misunderstanding, he'd help.

Julian: It's not my dad.

Damian: Then your mom? But she's dead.

Julian: Not Jade--her husband.

Damian & Isabella: WHAT?

Nathan: Wow, this is a nice place you got here. I almost forgot about this old junk. Can't believe you managed to fix it up. And get knocked up again.

Nathan: You know, you're a lot like your mother. I can't wait to do business with you.

Damian: Holy shit, that dude needs to be punched in the dick. Don't let him get to you. Julie.

Damian: Julie? Hey, you alright?

Julian: I think I'm going into labor.

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Alphonse Voronstov-Montauban

Alphonse Voronstov-Montauban is a centuries-old aristocratic vampire, moving through high society with charm and intellect. His immortal life takes a fateful turn when he falls for Thaddeus Hawthorne, a vampire hunter who knows nothing of his true nature. When the Order of the Scarlet Vigil captures Alphonse and fails to kill him, they manipulate Thaddeus, framing Alphonse as a ruthless killer. Heartbroken and betrayed, Thaddeus confronts Alphonse and believes he has killed him in their tragic encounter. But Alphonse survives, torn between his thirst for revenge and the lingering love that keeps him watching over the devastated hunter from the shadows...

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My 𝐓𝐨𝐩 24 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 from 2024🎉

I was kindly tagged by @surelysims/@theplottdump to share my favourite screenshots of 2024, so let's go and buckle up!

Oh, and before I forget, I'll tag: @elderwisp, @bunnithechubs, @acuar-io, @hauntedtrait, @elderberries-and-honey

@whyeverr, @irrewilderer, @neishroom, @nyssasims and @cheapeazzze &

@thebramblewood (don't feel pressured to do this btw & take your time, if you were already tagged, sorry!)

Midcentury Modern Madness, as I call it. Once you've got it, you'll keep it and feel the itch to build another Midcentury build every once in a while.

Ah, the duality of a woman -> that was when I created Griselda Oreolo, an ancient vampire for @thebramblewood's story and thought It'd be cool to tell her origin story, which I did... except for adding the really cool epilogue that I had in mind. It's on the list for 2025.

Ah yes, another woman with two sides (is that a pattern?). @acuar-io asked for outlaws, and I (hopefully) delivered. I was initially thinking I could do some sort of historical gameplay/story with her, but then I remembered what I'd have to build for that kind of story, and I quickly gave up.

You don't see me very often doing gameplay and if I do, I rarely post about it on the blog; but I'm still doing the 'have as many babies until elderly challenge' (NOT the 100 baby challenge, okay!). My opponent? @simsofstrawberryhill who sadly lost all of her progress. Does that mean I already won? Probably! Will I continue playing? Yes. Because as exhausting as it is, it's also the most ridiculous gameplay I ever had.

Aeons ago (2023) I started a story with Venessa Jeong as my main character, I still took lots of screenshots for story posts that never saw the light of day in 2024, but hey not all hope is lost, we might get somewhere in 2025.

Ah, the Simblr Met Gala, that I obviously needed to go to with no other than Venessa. I still love the shots I took and I can't wait until next year.

One of the few men I put in situations this year, although he was way more present in @bunnithechubs bachelorette challenge, which he obviously didn't win, I mean who could go against the hunk of a man that Darius (by @rasoyas) is?? Yeah, no one. Would you believe he's currently living in that Christmas house I posted about 2 days ago... I can smell a story brewing, but it has to wait until next year!

...Now for some aesthetic screenshots of some interior I really loved doing this year. More to come next year!

Truly a Christmas miracle - I finally had another opportunity to show this lovely couple, André and Prisha!

And that's a wrap with my favourite Christmas couple! Enjoy your holidays everyone <3

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The Vatores, mid-'60s, pose for their decennial portrait while wishing you a groovy holiday season.

Everyone should force their favorite siblings into these poses by @somneasims!

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Shoutout to @deardiaryts4 for these dope ass martini girl poses, sorry for procrastinating 💀 meant to post these awhile ago

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Levi: How long are you gonna be mad at me..? Wren: How long are you gonna be a bellend? Levi: Wow. Wren: Have you even apologised to him? Levi: Do you even know what happened? Wren: I know enough. Levi: Well, I’m sorry for calling you a scrub. Wren: Maybe I am a scrub, maybe I don’t care-.. you clearly do though. Levi: Did you just call me a scrub? Wren: Probably. Levi: [scoffs] Probably-.. he knows I’m sorry, anyway. Wren: Have you said it though? Levi: No… Wren: Even little kids know how to say sorry-.. didn’t your parents teach you? Levi: No, actually. Wren: So, you have to learn the hard way-.. that makes sense, actually. Levi: I don’t like how smart you are. [Wren wrinkled her nose, sniffing exaggeratedly like a bloodhound] Wren: Can you smell bullshit? Levi: I don’t know, I’m not a dog. Wren: Your breath says otherwise. Levi: Hey, my teeth might be wonky but I still look afte-… Oscar: Ermmm, my office isn’t a hangout spot thank you very much-.. beat it! Levi: Sorry. Wren: Woah, look at you go. Levi: Funny. Oscar: Oh, Levi-.. there’s some leftovers in the fridge if you wanna take ‘em home, I made too much.

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Robin: You're not really thinking about joining the army, are you? Levi: Maybe.. like, why not? I'm fit, I'm clever, I like adventure, and I wanna get away from this stupid town-.. it's kinda perfect. Robin: Until it's not… Alex: Do you want to escape the town itself or some of the people in it? Levi: Same difference. Alex: Not really. Levi: Shut up. [Levi sighed, catching the side eye from Robin] Levi: My bad. Alex: Just saying! You'd probably still get the same feeling of distance from going to uni, and it'd be less dangerous. Levi: Eh, I guess we've got a while to decide. Wren: Dinner's ready. … [Levi waited for the inevitable remark about how stupid he looked in his glasses, or a specky four eyes comment, but none came; instead, Wren gave him a single, searching look of disdain, then turned and left] Levi: She holds a grudge, huh? Robin: Yeah, she's like dad that way-.. and you did call her a scrub. Levi: Fair… Robin: What? Levi: Did you ever tell anyone anything-.. especially your dad? Robin: One of us can keep things to themselves.

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I've been thinking a lot about what Marco said.

I’ve had friends like these guys before. It felt genuine enough. Until my best friend didn’t hesitate to hold my head under water just so he could gain rank. When I needed him, he used it against me.

Marco says not everyone out there wants to use you. That some people really want to see you succeed. I hope he’s right.

The teachers, the social workers... they were doing their jobs. It was always a matter of time until they moved on to other kids. The only person I feel never used me for anything was my grandmother. She was the only one I fully trusted. What would have become of me if she was still alive today?

Celia: How about me? Do you trust me?

I felt so liberated by these words a few hours ago. Now, they carry so much weight. I want to, but can I? I’m not even sure I’m capable of trusting anyone anymore.

[Deep sigh] What am I doing? I don’t even recognize myself since I left Newcrest. Coming here was an impulsive move. A hundred bucks. No plans. Just a dream to see the ocean. And now I’m stuck accepting charity from a stranger. One who knows enough to have me taken back to the place I fled. And whose granddaughter I’ve fallen for.

How can I tell Marco I’m dating his granddaughter?! Shit… He’s gonna kick me out for sure.

What will she think of me when she learns that I’m living in a trailer that her grandfather pays for? How about when she learns I used to steal cars for cash? That’s a sure way to end things before they even start.

I could keep some things to myself. Ugh! I really wanted to do things differently here. How long would I be able to keep these from her anyway. Joana was right about this at least: Celia does have a gift to see right through me. Just like Marco...

Maybe it would be better for everyone if I didn’t let things go any further. This is not her world. I shouldn’t drag her into it.

[Text message] Celia: U up? Max: I am. Still partying? Celia: No, they went to bed. Celia: I can’t sleep. Max: Me neither. Celia: Want to play a game?

It’s her birthday. Whatever I decide to do, it can wait for tomorrow.

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Night; the sun set on my last day in Amalfi. I’m having a cigarette on the balcony, and light from the bulbs strung across the overhang catches rising smoke. Headlights pull up outside, beams of yellow light slice through the black.

Chatter fills the air. Slamming doors. One, two, three. Ah. Okay. Fuck my life. Silvio, Suzana, Astrid, laughing together all the way up the path towards the villa. The merry sound of hours spent drinking. She spots me; her face tilted up towards the balcony, flooded by the soft glow of the bulbs. 

Seriously? I think. You’re bringing them here? We don’t speak. Not worth it, but Silvio does. A vast white grin. “Oh! Jude. Astrid said you were busy today.”

“Well, I was.”

“We are going to drink. Just hang out inside. Come and join.”

“Maybe in a while.”

“Cool, man. Cool.”

Yes. Cool. That’s me. Up here, sucking the butt end of a cigarette on a Friday night while everyone else is out enjoying themselves. Very cool is the state of my life. They go inside. I light another, then stay there for a while, chain smoking then, the stars in a slow rotation across the sky. 

“Jude! Come in, come in!” I have made the mistake of passing the living room door, wide open, on the way to get a drink from the kitchen. There they all are, a bottle of wine drained, another half empty on the coffee table, music playing from my portable speaker. The one I’ve been using in the background as I spend afternoons drawing in my sketchbooks. They’re on the table now. I imagine the three of them leafing through the pages and laughing at the sheer quantity of foliage studies. As if that’s funny. Wow, he draws a lot of trees, kind of thing. 

“I was just coming down to grab some water, to be honest.”

“Have wine. We have a glass.” Silvio, holding it up. “Feels wrong without you here, man.”

I go in and slump into an armchair, accepting reluctantly the glass thrust into my hands. I can barely look at Astrid next to Silvio on the couch. Can’t bring myself to, and wonder if it is palpable, the awkwardness between us, or if our guests are too drunk to notice. I move my things from the tabletop to the floor beneath. 

“What a place, man,” Silvio goes on. “I mean, this is nice, this is fancy. Who’s paying for this?”

“I am.” 

It is not my sofa, but I wish he wouldn’t sit on it like that, sprawled all over it, legs spread, and arms resting on the cushion behind Suzana, smug, possessive. Where are you, Jenny? I think. Look at this clown. My hand twitches towards my pocket, of half a mind to take a picture of him on my phone so I can prove he’s real when I bitch about him later. 

“You are paying?” He echoes. “You mean your rich daddy?”

“My father isn’t rich.”

“Astrid mentioned something…” Suzana says, and my girlfriend shakes her head. “I said Jude’s father is an orthodontist. Not that he is wealthy.”

“Well, there’s money in dentistry,” Silvio says, eyes sliding around the room, appraising the value of the details. “Some of that tooth shit is expensive.”

He would know. 

“Yeah, well, he’s not the type to pay for me to lie around an Italian villa for a week.”

“He’s selfish?”

I don’t answer. 

“Does it run in the family, selfishness?”

I glance at Astrid for clues about what he is talking about, but she’s staring into her glass. 

Silvio laughs then, loudly, and throws his head back over the couch. “You have such a serious face, man, did you know? Sometimes I am thinking you don’t know how to have fun.”

“Right.”

“I think he can,” says Suzana. “He’s just shy. I think he is adorable.”

He nudges Astrid. “What do you think about that? Do you agree? Your boyfriend is adorable?”

She sighs, a touch of impatience. “Well, yes, I suppose. You could describe him that way if you wished.”

“And what about Suzana, Jude?” He can’t give it a rest. Him all week, like, look at my girlfriend. What’s your opinion? Do you like that bikini? “She’s amazing. Sexy. Look at her in this dress. What do you think?”

I don’t answer, but don’t have to because, evidently overcome by his obsession with Suzana, Silvio leans in and kisses her. Full, open-mouthed, kissing tongues and all. No sound now in the room but their wet mouths and the beat of whatever hip-hop song they’ve queued up on the speaker. 

The correct reaction is unclear. Do I avert my eyes? Ask them to stop? I feel there isn’t any obvious social protocol for this. Do I look it up on the internet? Like, people are kissing on the sofa in front of me. What to do?

I drain my glass and place it on the table, deliberately clinking against the other glassware, on the off chance they have forgotten there are other people in the room. Astrid, face blank, thoughts indecipherable.

“Right, okay,” I say. And they keep kissing.

Silvio’s hand, resting now upon his knee, slides sideways and slowly across the sofa cushion and onto Astrid’s thigh. I stare at it, certain it isn’t happening. His hand, the artificial tan, hair on his knuckles, brazenly gripping my girlfriend’s leg, and her there, letting him do it.

Then I’m standing, a ringing in my ears, thumping in my chest. I’ve been extremely stupid. I’ve been stupid my whole life, and this is the culmination. God’s ultimate punishment. In my rush to leave, I tip a glass from the table, and red wine pools over the white rug. There’s an exclamation of concern for it; background noise as I clamber up the stairs.

Through darkened hallways and into the bedroom. Door shut behind me. My body is an explosion of feeling. Tingling hands and face. It’s that feeling I had on the sailboat, at the restaurant. Unruly and strange, but it is worse now than it was then. It’s unbearable. On my knees by the bed. I’m stupid, I’m stupid, I’m stupid. I think I want to go home. Or die. Whichever is less painful.

The screen of my phone is glaring, blue light in the dark bedroom. My call history. Mom. I should call my mom. That’s what a normal person would do, right? If he thought he was caught in a bad situation?  

The phone sits in my palm, the screen fading to black. And who am I? Who does that man think I am? Someone who would just let that happen? He’ll try to seduce my girlfriend right in front of me, there, while I am watching, and it will be okay? Except I left the room, of course, which could lead to the assumption that I am, in fact, alright with that. Maybe she wants that. It was coming all week, let’s be honest. I was just too stupid to see it. Maybe she is evil. Like, a deeply broken, bad person, and my curse is to love her anyway.

I cringe at the idea of Silvio and Suzana, night time in their hotel room, coming up with a seduction strategy. Talking about us like that, fucking each other to the idea of it. It makes my stomach turn.

“Jude,” Astrid is there. The length of her pale legs there by me, and the hallway light pouring in through the open door. “Jude,” kneeling now, my face in her hands, my cheeks hot. “I sent them home.”

Breath in my lungs. “Oh.”

“They made me uncomfortable, so I asked them to leave. Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“You’re upset.”

“Clearly.”

“Oh,” joining me on the floor, we lean against the bed. She strokes my leg. A gesture of comfort I know is unnatural to her, which she knows, theoretically, is helpful. “I hope you don’t think I wanted it. I didn’t wish for that to happen.”

“To be honest, I don’t know what I thought.”

“I didn’t invite them here so that we could… swap partners, or whatever it was they wanted to do. I didn’t realise they were like that.”

“Me neither. I feel so stupid.”

“Yes, me too,” she frowns. “I should have known, I think. There were things they said to me…”

“Like what things?”

“Oh, just Suzana always talking about their sex life in so much detail. She was interested to know what I thought of him. You know, Silvio. I didn’t know that she expected that I might have sex with him.” She looks at me, eyes wide, an uncharacteristically innocent expression. “He’s going bald,” she whispers. “I wouldn’t ever.”

Laughter bubbles from me. It’s the look on her face, the horror, the youthfulness there that I’ve never quite seen before. It seems refreshing. She seems relatable for the first time. “Well, I thought he was odious.” I say.

“He is! He is odious. Awful, awful man. What is she thinking? She can just share him around? I imagine she must have a hard time finding women that want to swap with her. Imagine, a whole holiday spent trying to poach women for such a creep.”

“Oh my God, Astrid, I didn’t know you thought that.”

“Yes. I thought they were interesting, I suppose, and I wanted to impress them, but not like this,” a small, shocked little laugh behind her hand. “I can’t believe it.”

“You wouldn’t do it?” We are whispering. With an empty house, our guests gone and there’s nobody but us. Crouched upon the rug by the bed, the subject still feels conspiratorial, and loud voices wrong. 

“Not with him. Would you have? With Suzana?”

“No.”

“Well, even if they misunderstood, it’s nice they thought we were sexy.”

I pause. “Well, we are.”

“I think so too. Maybe it’s them that should have been trying to impress us.”

“Weren’t they? At least you. They wanted you to like them.”

“Maybe. How stupid, anyway. I don’t know why I cared what they thought.”

“I’m surprised you care about what anybody thinks, to be honest.”

She looks at me. “Why?”

“Why should you have to? You don’t seem the type to be bothered by that kind of thing.”

“Well, I’m human.”

“I see that.”

As we lapse into silence, her hand finds mine, weaving our fingers together, just to touch, and I watch her face, staring contemplatively out through the balcony doors to swaying trees, black shadows against the sky. I whisper, “what are you thinking about?”

She makes a sound that sounds like “hm,” a small smile at the corners of her lips. “That it was a little bit shocking that Silvio thought I might like to sleep with him, but also, maybe… it was a bit sexy too.”

“Ah, you’re turned on by Silvio,” I tease. “You fancy him, now.”

“Of course not. He’s repulsive. But maybe, you know, it was exciting to be desired like that.”

Stroking her wrist with my thumb. “Mm.”

“Maybe I enjoy knowing there are other men out there who want me.”

“You can’t see that?” A shocking concept, if true. She must be the number one most blatantly ogled woman on the planet. She may also be about to reveal herself as the most oblivious.

“I see the way they look at me, but for one to want me so much, even inside his own relationship, even inside mine… to break boundaries because of the wanting. I think I liked the intensity of that.”

“Ah. So someone wanting desperately, but never being able to have you; making a total fool of himself in the process is what turns you on.”

“Is it terrible?”

“No, it isn’t.”

“I’m certain women have made fools of themselves for you, though I don’t think you would tell me if they had.”

Naturally. I admit nothing.

Her eyes move restlessly, landing nowhere. Her chest rises and falls, neck blotchy. 

“It actually really turns you on, doesn’t it? You’re not joking.” I whisper. 

“I think so,” she looks at me, vulnerable. “It shouldn’t.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t fight it.”

“I think I want–” she breaks off, trembling.

“What do you want?” My hand is on her leg, stroking gently towards her inner thigh.

“Jude, do you think can we get into bed now?”

“Okay.”

We are hands and mouths, touching, kissing. Lifting her, laying her on the bed, my fingers tugging the straps of her dress, giving up and pushing it over her hips. Hers under the elastic waistband of my shorts. Touching each other, I, the damp spot on her underwear. Her breath on my lips, her throaty moan, fisting the sheets while I slide my fingers through her.

“Anything you want,” she whispers. “Please.”

“Like this, then.” I put her on her front, holding the back of her neck, my fist in her hair. “Yes? This is how you want it?”

“Ah–yes. If you do.”

I hesitate, sweat beading on my brow. This shouldn’t be allowed. Pushing her into the bed like this, still mostly dressed, her breath so shallow and desperate, her neck at that angle. Actually, kind of begging me for it.

“I love you, you know,” I whisper.

A low laugh from her then. “Yes, Jude. I haven’t forgotten.”

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Robin: These things are kinda stupid. Alex: Hm, maybe.. like, who knows what they wanna be when they grow up at this age? Robin: Exactly. Alex: I guess it’s just for ideas. Robin: Still, half the adults here don’t even know. Alex: Lol. [Robin gazed over the crowd toward Levi, his nose crinkling. He could hardly “hear” his friend’s conversation above everyone else’s, but he’d caught enough to make him pull a face] Alex: It’s not mandatory, is it? Robin: No-.. doubt I’d get in with my asthma anyway. Alex: Guess that’s a plus… Robin: Ooh, churros. Alex: [laughs] Now, that’s what I wanna be! Robin: I’ll be the stall attendant; you can be the display churro I never sell. Alex: Never? Robin: Never ever. Alex: I hope you still love me when I’m mouldy.

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Dazed in Paradise Prologue Pt. 2/?

Strangerville STEM committee banquet, 35 years later...

(AN: sorry for the lengthy text, this scene got broken down into two parts, to be posted tomorrow💀)

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