#Don 2 The Game cheat

[sugar-omi]

dude i have a sims 4 save of cove and my version of my mc cuz i like to self indulge 🤷🏾 AND EVERYTIME I LOAD UP THE GAME MY MC IS PREGNANT AND I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE💀 SHES ON HER 3RD KID RN💀

LMAOOO OMFG IM SO GLAD YOU BROUGHT UP SIMS BC MY SIM GOT PREGNANT BACK TO BACK....

so I bought growing together right?!?! made a new save w cove and my sim. (I have an old save w cove n my Sim but the kids on that save is alrdy grown. also I deleted all my cc n didn't wanna deal w makeover-ing 10+ sims)

anyway. had a kid right... all is good. I'm happy enough right.... well. I have risky woohoo. n i.... just forgot?!?! so when they woohooed to get their Fun need up. I clicked on the toilet n it said THROW UP.

MY SIM JUST HAD A BABY. THROW UP WHY? FOR WHAT.... I take a test. PREGANT. AGAIN.... LIKE LITERALLY DAY AFTER BIRTHINF THE FIRST KID

I check with mc command center.... ITS TWINS !!!!!

SO RIGHT NOW. I HAVE 3 INFANTS IN MY GAME. I HAVE RESORTED TO CHEATING THEIR NEEDS BC COVE N MY SIM ALMOST PISSED THEMSELVES 3 TIMES EACH. PASSED OUT SEVERAL TIMES.

YA FEED ONE KID, ANOTHER NEEDS FEEDINF. CHANGE ONE DIAPER. ANOTHER SHITS THEMSELVES.

so yeah... I've been cheating.

AND THEN THE MOMS AND LIZ CAME OVER RIGHT. TO HELP WITH BABY #1. BUT THE ONLY HELP THEY EXTENDED. WAS TO THEMSELVES TO MY FUCKING REFRIGERATOR WHERE THEY THEN HELPED THEMSELVES TO MY FOOD. THEY DIDNT COOK SHIT.... JUST GOT IN MY WAY AND ATE MY FOOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭

edit: help not me rambling even MORE in the tags....

[roseykat]

TITLE: Play Bite

PAIRING: Hyunjin x Jisung x female reader

SUMMARY: You, Hyunjin, and Jisung have a really fun time playing a dirty truth or dare game after the plans for everyone to go out failed. Part 1 to the 'Play' series.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSWF SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

Part 1 - Play Bite Part 2 - Play Fight Part 3 - Play Right

TAGS: Hyunjin, Jisung, and reader have all consumed alcohol but are not fully drunk, smut, kissing, hickies, making out, dirty texts, dirty talk, erotic truth or dares, use of pet names such as 'bub', 'baby' and 'pretty', swearing, food play (nothing heavy), solo orgasm, female masturbation, suggestive material, very vague mentions of choking (not emphasised), slight traces of top!Jisung.

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A/N: Think of this as a prelude to this hard thought I posted a while ago. If you haven't read it, it will give you some context into what will come in the future for this type of concept. Also just to preface but not give away too many spoilers, nobody is cheating in this story.

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“Remove one piece of clothing, socks do not count,” Jisung reads aloud from the card in his hand. 

It’s the third task into the deck of dirty truth or dare at Hyunjin's apartment. After the entire group’s plan to go out for the night fell through when it started pelting down, it was in all three of your guys’ best interests to not waste the night. So, although he invited the rest of the group over for drinks, only you and Jisung decided to go around. 

An hour later into the night and already just past the point of tipsy, the three of you progressed to playing games. A set of dirty truth or dare cards was the first thing that caught Jisung’s keen eye as he analysed the plethora of games that Hyunjin had on a shelf in his living room. 

“You’re not even wearing socks, so you have no choice,” Hyunjin chuckles, almost evilly.

Jisung dons his best thinking face, eyes narrowing as he tries to come up with which item of clothing he wants to take off. He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls the entire fabric up and over his head before placing it beside him, careful not to knock over his drink. 

Your eyes glue to his gorgeous bare top half for a few seconds too long before averting them to the floor like you weren’t supposed to look at him. It’s not like you’ve never seen him topless before in all of his honey toned glory. Almost always will Jisung proudly walk around half naked unprovoked when you’re around him. 

“Your turn bub,” he continued.

You clear your throat then lean over to pick a card up from the middle, then read it out loud, “oh…”

“What’s it say?” Jisung peeks his head over to see what’s written down before his jaw unhinges. “Let the person to your left select an area of your body for them to give you a hickey. Wow.”

Hyunjin, to your left, stares back at you in shock and horror. His cheeks were ballooned and full of liquid after taking a large swig of his drink before setting it down. The more silent seconds that tick by, the more flips his stomach keeps doing. But, he had to expect the unexpected with this game.

You and Jisung were ready to play by the rules and Hyunjin wasn’t going to exempt himself from it just because of the card you pulled. 

He swallows the mouthful of alcohol, “alright. Are you okay with me doing this?”

You nod even though you can feel your heart picking up its pace, “I am.”

He takes your answer and runs with it then ponders on the best place to plant a hickey on your body. It doesn’t take him long to think of a number of unspoken places where he would and even though he’s tipsy enough to disclose those areas, he decides to keep that to himself. 

“Okay, can you lie down for me then?” He asks. 

“Lie down?”

“Mm, otherwise it might be awkward to reach,” he explains vaguely. 

You start jumping to conclusions at the instant you hear his request, yet your mind is so hazy that your body just ends up listening to what Hyunjin has asked of you instead. You end up lying back on the floor, your head next to Jisung’s thigh who looks down at you while Hyunjin moves. 

His long body straddles yours but not fully putting his weight down on you. With his hand, he pulls back some of your hair so he can reach the area he wants before gently tilting your chin up and to the side towards Jisung. 

Hyunjin then sinks his face down just to the side of your throat and sucks. For a second, your body squirms at the slight achy pang that he brings to the surface of your skin. Still, with the way that your body is buzzing, it undoubtedly feels amazing. He remains there for a few seconds and uses his tongue to swipe over the surface he just marked.  

Jisung watches with his mouth ajar. He takes in the contorted look of concentration on your face, the way your eyelids flutter closed. 

It’s not long after until Hyunjin peels himself off of you then takes your hand to help you sit back up again. In hindsight, you wonder if it was all but necessary to lie down for him in order to give you a hickey. But Hyunjin’s thinking was that to reach your throat, you had to be on the ground. 

“That might’ve been-“ his face contorts with worry just looking at the fresh, deep and reddish mark. “A bit much, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you respond, trying to act cool under the pressure. “It felt nice anyway. Okay, Hyunnie’s turn.” 

He draws another card, reading it in his mind before his eyes dart to Jisung, “make out…with the person beside you for one minute.”

“W-Which side?” You ask. 

“My left which is-“

“Me,” Jisung responds, pointing at his chest. “Alright then.”

Hyunjin stares blankly at his friend, unsure if he's joking or not, “wait, you’re…you’re serious?”

Jisung shifts his body closer to Hyunjin, his face nearing him, “that’s the game right?”

“Y-Yeah,” he replies sheepishly. “Yeah, okay then.”

“I can set a timer,” you announce.

He’s never done this before - kissed a friend, made out with a friend. For one, Hyunjin knows Jisung has done so multiple times, having been an impartial witness to it. Whether it was while Jisung was drunk, sober, high, it happened. Even with the same gender. 

“Alright,” you say, pulling out your phone as you go to the clock app to set a timer for one minute and place it on the ground. “3, 2, 1, go.”

You’re not sure who it was first that leaned in for the kiss after being so warped by the fact that they were even doing this. It was like Hyunjin offered his mouth and Jisung went for the kill. Both of them started off slowly by the time ten seconds hit. Twenty seconds in and Hyunjin’s hand comes up to the side of his friends’ face when the kiss deepens even further. 

You watch the glide of their tongues move so languidly with one another, doing unspeakable things in between your legs. Similar to Jisung’s reaction when Hyunjin gave you a hickey, your mouth was on the floor. There’s no way in hell could you ignore how hot it was to see them make out. 

After forty seconds, the pace had picked up a notch as they continued to move in sync with one another. Jisung’s hand had made it onto Hyunjin’s lap with some unintentional plan of slowly hiking up his thigh. In his mind, the more touch, the better. He already felt floaty because of the alcohol. Now Jisung touching him, kissing him, was an enhancement. 

At the mark of one minute, your phone rudely blares its alarm. Hyunjin pulls away with red lips, Jisung’s as equally as glossy as the other. They stall for a second, almost as if they briefly thought about going back at it again…

“Minho was right,” Jisung breaks the silence willingly. “You are a pretty good kisser.”

“What?” Hyunjin exclaims, his eyes almost popping out of his head. 

“What?” He whines. “He and I were trying to figure out who in the group would be the best kisser. Minho reckons you are.”

“You say that as if you’ve kissed everyone in the group to try and find that out,” You realise. 

“Well I just kissed him, so it’s everyone except for you now. Which there’s still time for since it’s my turn now,” he responds in a slightly hopeful tone and picks up his next card. “Huh, maybe not - what’s the most amount of times you’ve had sex in one day?” 

“Is that the first truth question?” Hyunjin points out, trying to subtly keep himself calm after what just went down with Jisung. 

“I think so,” you reply. “We’re nowhere near halfway through the deck.” 

“Three and a half,” Jisung answers. 

“And a half?” You and Hyunjin parrot in unison, the confusion very present in both of your tones.

“Halfway through the act, got caught, had to wrap it up and leave,” Jisung explains very succinctly. “It would’ve been four if it weren’t for fucking Seungmin. Doesn’t matter, it’s not like I’m holding a grudge or anything.”

“Sure,” you trail off, trying your best not to laugh at his misfortune while you go to pick up a card. “Uh, lend your phone to the person on your right and let them send a dirty text to someone in your contacts.”

Jisung claps excitedly, “hand it over baby!” 

You roll your eyes, reluctantly passing him your device, “anyone except my family otherwise I probably won’t live to see another day.” 

He takes your phone earnestly with a cheeky and devious expression before delving righteously into your contacts list, “don’t worry, I wouldn’t do anything like that.”

Jisung’s thumb scrolls excitedly trying to find the right person to send the right message to. He pauses over a couple of names and then finds one he thinks will give the most entertaining response. He creates a new message and types in what he wants to say.  

From You: I’m horny. Come over and fuck me.

The silence was palpable as the fate of your dignity rests in your friends’ hands. Once the message is sent, Jisung keeps your phone on standby while you all wait for the response. The sheer riskiness of the dare calls for you to pick up your drink and finish the rest off, knowing that you’re going to need it. 

“What did you write?” You ask him anyway, setting your empty glass aside. 

He looks smugly at the screen again and repeats what he created, “I’m horny, come over and fuck me.”

Your eyes widen in horror, “t-that’s not…who did you send that to!?”

“That’s a bit straightforward isn’t it?” Hyunjin laughs. 

“Doesn’t matter now, your turn, go,” Jisung nods to you.

“Fine,” you groan, snatching up a card. “How many times a day do you get off? Once, maybe twice. Done. Next, you go.” 

Hyunjin blinks in surprise at the information you so rapidly provided and leans into the circle to grab his card, “alright. Choose one person to sit in between your legs for the remainder of the game.” 

“I think considering that he and I just made out, it’s your turn to do something now,” Jisung smoothly contends his point before you could even get a word out. 

“Fair enough,” you respond coolly.

The move is practically childsplay in comparison to what they’ve done so far. Nonetheless, it quickly proved itself to be rather effective on your body. 

Hyunjin tries not to grin and spreads his legs for you to slot perfectly in between them. You’ve been this close to him before - in a hug at least. But never has Hyunjin been as acutely intimate with you as of right now. As he’s pressed up behind you, it’s hopeless to try not to be so affected by such subtlety. The warmth from his body glows like a heater onto your back and the steadiness of his breathing is comforting. 

“Sungie’s turn,” he says from behind you. 

Another card is taken from the deck and Jisung reads once more, “feed someone a food item with your mouth. Okay, but what kind of food?” 

“There’s that bowl of grapes just there on the coffee table,” Hyunjin points over to it. 

Jisung spins around on the floor and sees the assortment of snacks that they had laid out on the table earlier on. He turns back with the entire silver bowl in his lap, popping a couple of them in his mouth and eating away to his heart's content before proceeding with the dare. 

“You’re breathing heavy,” Hyunjin whispers teasingly in your ear while Jisung isn’t looking. 

“S-Shut up,” you utter back to him, trying not to act so utterly embarrassed by the truth he’s managed to highlight. 

Jisung pops in two more grapes and goes to sit beside you before talking with his mouth full, “bo’ o’ ya.”

“Huh?” Hyunjin retorts, trying to decipher what his friend is saying. 

You ponder for a second, “I think he said both of us?” 

Your guess comes up as correct because without a proper verbal answer from Jisung, his actions spoke louder. He leans towards your face first - closer than it has ever been since you’ve known him. The purple grape sits between his teeth as he goes to pass it to you by his mouth. It was awkward to manoeuvre at first, but the pair of you discovered that using your lips is key. By that point, Jisung manages to exchange the fruit as you crush down on the grape that explodes with such a sweet flavour. 

Then, he moves a bit behind you to reach Hyunjin. Both of them struggle to pass the grape without fully touching each other's lips once more. Then again, that was the point of the card that Jisung pulled. 

“Yummy?” he asks, sliding back to his original spot with the bowl. 

“Mm,” Hyunjin hums while he chews. “Sweet.” 

Half of the stuff that you’ve done so far with them makes you realise that you’re not that nervous to do these kinds of things. It could’ve been the alcohol, that definitely helps. But also because they’re two of your best friends and wherever they are, you feel safe in their proximity. 

“My turn,” you say as Jisung picks the top card off of the deck and slides it to you across the floor. “Oh - same as Sungie’s, remove a piece of clothing, socks do not count. Isn’t this just a forfeit card since it’s already been picked up?”

“No, not necessarily?” Hyunjin answers. “Plus, what if you forfeit that one and pick another one but it’s worse?”

He had a good point. It was a very mellow dare in comparison to the others you’ve all completed. With that in mind, your hands find their way down to your shorts, contemplating whether to take them off or not. Considering Jisung already has his top off, you went for the opposite in a sudden spur of confidence that was short lived when you saw the look on your friend's face. 

Jisung’s eyes couldn’t leave where your hands moved as you freed your legs from the fabric, allowing you to remain in your underwear. However, it becomes very apparent to you that taking your pants off wasn’t such a good idea when you know that you’re wet. Whether they knew it, particularly Jisung who had a full view of you, was too late. 

Behind you, Hyunjin was trying to keep himself calm as you moved around a bit, “w-who’s turn is it now?” 

Jumping onto a different topic gave time for Jisung to blink away from your body. He feels guilty for even staring at you like that in the first place. Then again, it’s not like you weren’t doing the same ever since he took his shirt off. 

“Yours actually,” you answer and without any spatial awareness whatsoever, you lean forward just a bit to pick up a card for Hyunjin that your ass slightly pushes back into his crotch in the process. 

After the fact of the matter, you realise what you’ve done. But it wasn’t intentional. You just wanted to pick up a card for him so that he didn’t have to move from behind you. As you come back to sit between his legs properly, you feel his forehead rest against the back of your head - a silent sign to prove he definitely recognised what you did to him.

Although he didn’t say anything because what was there to say to that? In hindsight, it might’ve been better forJisung to just read it out for Hyunjin. 

“H-Here,” you offer the card to him, playing it off. 

He lifts his head back up from yours and takes the item, “what is your dirtiest fantasy and why?” 

Right now if Hyunjin was able to answer honestly, he would say ‘fucking you while his best friend watches.’ But even for a filthy game that they’re playing, he thought it would be inappropriate to say. On top of that, it’s not actually his dirtiest fantasy. He could do way worse but just doesn’t know what at this point in time in his sex life. There was still time for him to explore…

“I haven’t really got one at the moment,” says Hyunjin. “I suppose just real…rough sex.” 

Jisung immediately becomes intrigued, oblivious to the fact that Hyunjin had it in him to admit such a scandalous piece of information, “what does that mean to you though?”

He becomes even more flustered under the heat of his friends’ question, it doesn’t help that he’s nearly fully hard behind you either, “it means things like…choking or hair pulling-”

“What…you like to do those things or those things being done to yo-

“Both, I like both. Anyway, that’s not the question,” Hyunjin interrupts impatiently. “Just move on.” 

It’s difficult for you not to laugh at him, yet as you go to pick up a card - more carefully this time for Hyunjin’s sake - your smile fades quicker than you could blink. Not one doubt crossed your mind about how obscene this game could get. Yet this card refuted all of that. 

“I…get…get yourself off in front of someone,” you mumble in a very quiet voice.

“Get what?” Jisung tries to reiterate. 

Hyunjin’s brows knit in concentration as he reads the card from over your shoulder, “she has to get herself in front of someone.”

An ‘o’ forms in Jisung’s mouth before he responds to that statement, “that’s a…an interesting card.” 

The three of you fall deathly silent to the weight that the dare has you under. Your mind wants you to do it, to satiate that instinctual appetite to pleasure yourself ever since the game heated up. To do so in front of your friends doesn’t appear to be a bad idea which technically it isn’t from the way they already have you unintentionally wet. That in itself said a lot.

Therefore, you spread your legs and bend your knees. 

An expression of realisation washes over Jisung, coming to grips with what’s about to unfold. As for Hyunjin, he can only sit and remain in place as a support for you to lean against when your hand slips down the front of your underwear as you begin to rub. A sigh of warm relief then pushes past your lips. The pads of your fingers collect your damp essence to use as you circle over your clit. 

Already, a hefty volume of pressure is escalating in the pit of your tummy, tingling and spreading throughout your lower half. All from being turned on by the game. The person in front of you and behind you feel the exact same way except the one behind you was already there a long time ago. Their cocks fill out against the inside of their thighs and Hyunjin is positive that you can feel him through his pants. 

“Y/N,” Jisung says. “Does that make you feel good?”

“Jisung,” Hyunjin warns him sharply, not wanting his friend to fuel the fire that’s burning. 

“Mm, y-yes,” you stutter, breath catching at the base of your throat the more you try and push yourself towards an edge. 

It could be better though. It could be the pair of them groping and teasing your body at their will. You know that they both know how to use their mouths with the way that they made out earlier on. Not to mention from the grapevine, you’ve heard about Jisung too; how he knows how to eat pussy. Then you have Hyunjin, who just exposed his fantasy of liking having rough sex. The possibilities with his ideas would be endless and fun. 

With the pair of them, you don’t think you would ever run out of orgasms. Just thinking about it makes your fingers speed up, becoming increasingly more wetter. Your muscles jerk every now and then when you inch closer to the tail end of your orgasm, which causes you to unintentionally move against Hyunjin’s crotch once more. 

“Y/N,” Hyunjin breathes out against you. 

“Don’t touch her,” Jisung snaps. “This is her dare.”

“I-I’m not fucking touching her,” he presses back madly, then mutters just to himself as he hides behind you. “Can’t help it Jisung.”

“K-Keep watching…” you plead. “So…close.” 

Hyunjin’s nails are digging deep into the carpet beneath him and his restraint not to touch you teeters dangerously on the last millimetre of a cliff. He’s throbbing, achingly hard. For you. Jisung can see his friends' knuckles turning white but he understands. He too remains hard in his sweats, which was obvious to you. Even just the slight outline that you can see indicates to you that he’s big.

Your mind starts wondering what that sort of length would do to your body, how would it feel to have inside of you? As you ask yourself those questions, you try to imagine that sensation when you start fingering yourself. 

You whimper pathetically, curling over that sweet spongy spot, “yes, feels so good. Makes me wanna cum…” 

“Yeah? Gonna cum in front of us?” Jisung eggs you on. “Gonna make yourself cum just for us?

Your dozy eyes lock with him just for a few seconds before you nod against Hyunjin’s body, “j-just for you both.” 

“F-Fuck,” Hyunjin squeezes his eyes tight shut, gritting his teeth so much that his jaw aches. 

As that familiar euphoric bliss catches up to you, a silent scream paints over your face while your eyelids clamp shut and your eyebrows are furrowed together, focusing on the pleasure. For a moment, you’ve forgotten that Hyunjin is behind you as you can’t help but shiver helplessly against his body from the waves of your orgasm. Quiet yet very audible moans ring throughout Hyunjin’s apartment, making themselves known as you gradually come down with heavy gasps. 

“Holy shit,” Jisung murmurs in awe, he can see that you’ve soaked through your underwear. 

The large wet and sticky patch makes him want to lurch forward, tear the piece of clothing from your body and taste you for himself. To have his face buried in between your legs would be the Atlantis of his own fantasy right now, to have you use his mouth and tongue until you’re cumming all over again. 

In the moments of quiet when the still air is filled with nothing but your staggered breathing and depleted whimpers as you try to collect yourself, your phone buzzes on Jisung’s thigh - the reply to the dirty text he sent from earlier on.

He looks down at the glowing bright screen and his jaw drops to the floor once more. His mind sobers quickly.

From Chan to You: Again? Still horny from this morning? Alright then, I can come over and give you what you need x

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[Simmerianne93]Portrait_poses_11

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Hello everyone!!! How are you today???!!!

I'm 3 days late with these poses.... sorry for that... but here they are!!! Finally!!! The winner pack from the last public survey: Portrait poses with triplets!!! and as such it's a free pack for everyone to enjoy, inmediatly...

Thank you so so so so much for participate in the survey! I'll be doing another one soon, so keep an eye in my socials and here for the announce!!

I really love this pack! I know I say that a lot lately haha but I trully love this one.

Back when Growing Together went on sale, a friend of mine give it to me.... I decided to play with a sim called Pilar to test the expansion pack and she fell in love with Don Lothario. I don't hate Don, I actually love him. I read an NSB that redeemed him a few years ago and I started to love him. So I was glad that my lovely Pilar fell in love with him in this save. They woohoo and my game decided to troll me and give me for the first time a pregnancy with triplets... no traits used no on the sims, nor in the lot... It was just a game's choice.

A few days later, when the triplets were beautiful infants, Pilar and Don wished to woohoo again... I was hesitant xD (I have Mccc and WW installed, and I have a % to get a sim pregnant even with the normal woohoo interaction) and every time they were going to Woohoo, I would cancel the action, but after canceling it about 5 or 6 times, I decided to let them be haha and that was a mistake, 'cause they got pregnant again... with triplets.... yeah... no cheats, no traits... it just seems that this Don and my lovely Pilar were too fertiles... hahahaha...

Anyway, I got two triplets in a row, with just two woohoo tries... and that was when I started to think about triplet packs. Actually, that's how my "Infant_poses_01" came to life... and now you have this new posepack, inspired for that unexpected event to "complete" in a way the triplet's journal... haha kind of a "memories" posepack, triplets for all ages from infants to teen/adults.

I hope you all like them as I do, because I'm in love with the way they came out:

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What is on it?

12 groupal poses:

4 poses for 5 sims (2 adults and 3 infants; 2 adults and 3 toddlers; 2 adults and 3 kids; and 5 teens/aduts)

4 poses for 4 sims (1 adult and 3 infants; 1 adult and 3 toddlers; 1 adult and 3 kids; and 4 teens/adults)

4 poses for 3 sims (3 infants; 3 toddlers; 3 kids; and 3 teens/adults)

--- What do you need?

Andrew poses player.

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo or Mccc by deaderpool.

"Rustic stool" chair from "Jungled Adventure" Gamepack (tho it can be use with some other "stools" from the game like the one from "For rent" Expansionpack)

"The hipster hugger" sofa from Basegame (or any 3sits-sofa, tho it can glitch a little bit depending on wich sofa you choose)

A double bed.

Invisible infant mat replacement  by mcrudd  (OPTIONAL)

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We're Born At Night

Chapter 2

Lady Rhaelle Targaryen of Runestone travels to King's Landing to plead for her sister's life, though the King she must bow to is a kinslayer three times over, and the very man who slaughtered her father

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen x Rhaelle Targaryen (OFC)

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, politics, mentions of death and war, Aemond is a bit of a dick but that's his job

Words: 5.9k

A/n: I was aiming to post this on Sunday (but a pretty girl said I was cute and I went a bit insane 😌)

“Cheat!”

Rhaelle conceals her delight as she claims the ivory King piece from the cyvasse board. “It is not cheating, dear sister, it is strategy.”

Sunset is not long away. Rhaelle and Daena have spent most of the day in their chambers, waiting, flicking through the small collection of books from the shelf, playing cards and games of cyvasse which all end in the same way, a decisive victory for Rhaelle.

She cannot stomach the thought of food or sweets, cider or wine. She just feels her heart drumming in her chest, pulsing through the blood that runs under her skin. Aemond’s voice is still a whisper in her head and the other faces in the throne room are a blur, like trying to remember details from a dream. She should have been more attentive. The number of potential allies at court might be few but they will be invaluable if they are to advance here. 

So they wait. Wait for Lord Corlys to give them some indication that the King has acknowledged their cause, that he has even heard it.

She glances down at her fingers wrapped around the King piece, at the hand he kissed a matter of hours ago. Aemond had been rather welcoming in the throne room, she supposes, at least publicly. 

“But you tricked me!” Daena protests, looking in despair over the few pieces she has left on the board.

“I acted within the rules of the game,” Rhaelle says simply.

Daena makes a disheartened but determined huffing sound and starts to set the pieces out again, when there is a knock at the door. Morra answers and returns with Ser Willis, donned in his white cloak, with his helm under his arm and a broadsword proudly by his side.

Rhaelle taps her fingers on the table in front of Daena to get her attention and rises. “Lord Commander,” she says, “to what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Lady Rhaelle,” he greets with a small bow of his head. “I have a request from the King.”

Her heart leaps. Finally the waiting is at an end, but she contains herself. “Which is?”

“His Grace often takes his niece and nephew for a walk about the gardens in the evening, before the Prince and Princess are put to bed. He is unable to fulfil this duty tonight and asked if yourself and Lady Daena would like to take his place?”

She catches Daena’s eye for a moment and sees the same brightness in her gaze, the same hopefulness. 

Aegon, her heart whispers to her. Aemond has invited them to meet with their brother.

Ser Willis leads the way, Morra following behind as they head towards the courtyard, to the lowered drawbridge of Maegor’s Holdfast. The halls here are closer than inside the rest of the castle and the windows are smaller so the light is lower. Ser Willis leads them through locked doors and flights of stairs, until they come to a series of apartments that are bright and grand, with wide open rooms and paler stone walls that reflect the light.

At last they come to a room where pale blue is the most prominent colour. The stonework is adorned with images of flowers and dragons alike, and a fire crackles pleasantly in the hearth.

There are two settees in the centre of the room. On the one facing the door, a little girl with silver hair in a light blue gown stares intently at the book on her governess’ lap. Her lavender eyes follow the words as the woman reads to her.

And perched on the windowsill is a boy, a little older, with a wooden knight in his hands. He turns his head when he hears the door open and stares right at them, with his lips downturned and his violet eyes wide and unblinking. He looks like Daena did when she was small, with neatly combed silver hair instead of her dark brown curls.

The governess closes the book and gathers the children to stand before their visitors. “Forgive us, my Ladies, we have been waiting patiently for you, haven’t we children?”

The girl clings to the woman’s hand, staring up at them like she is holding back tears, while the boy stands straight with his hands behind his back.

“Princess,” the governess says, ushering the girl forward, “these are your cousins, the Lady Rhaelle, and the Lady Daena.”

Jaehaera, the orphan Princess, the last of her family save for her uncle Aemond. She had a twin once, and a baby brother. Prince Jaehearys was beheaded only a short walk away from this room, before the eyes of his mother, his grandmother, and his siblings. It was in the early days of the war, a son for a son, at the order of Daemon Targaryen. 

The little Princess takes a tentative step forwards, clinging to the sides of her gown as she curtsies steadily and gracefully.

Rhaelle curties low and rises to offer the girl a sympathetic smile, because losing a mother is a terrible thing, a lonely thing, which she knows all too well.

“Prince Aegon,” the governess says next, ushering him forward, “these are your sisters.” There is no warmth to her voice like she has for Jaeheara, but no contempt either, just an unsure sort of bluntness. 

Aegon looks between them. “My father’s daughters,” he says softly.

Rhaelle extends a hand to him. Those eyes are so precious, she thinks, the eyes that had to see his own mother burned and devoured by his uncle’s dragon. Her heart shatters for him, for both of them, that they have had to witness so much horror.

“We have wanted to meet you for some time,” she says.

Aegon nods and holds her hand tightly. In the corner of her eye she sees the governess watching them.

Ser Willis and another Kingsguard, Ser Gyles Belgrave, accompany them to the gardens. When the governess goes to follow, Rhaelle holds up her hand. “No need,” she says, “my sister and I should like to acquaint ourselves with her family. We will be no longer than an hour.”

Neither the governess nor the guards protest.

The gardens are nothing like the countryside around Runestone, gravel paths and fountains, rows of carefully trimmed hedges, walkways covered in red ivy and trees that have begun to shed their golden leaves. They stay in sight of the castle, and Ser Willis and Ser Gyles are never far behind them.

Daena is delighted with young Aegon. She runs her hands over his hair, kisses his cheek, asks him about his favourite books and if he has held a sword yet.

Jaeheara was quiet at first but has warmed up, letting Rhaelle take one hand and Morra take the other. Her hand is small, soft and delicate, so much that Rhaelle worries she might break her if she holds her too tightly. She babbles on about the things children do. She says her favourite colour is blue, like her gown and like the sky. She says her governess is teaching her how to read, count and dance, but she wants to learn to sew.

“What would you sew?” Rhaelle asks.

Jaeheara knits her brow in thought. “Butterflies,” she says, “and spiders, and ladybirds.”

“You like insects?” Morra says.

“I can’t decide,” says Jaehaera, “but mother liked them very much.”

Rhaelle so desperately wants to bring her into her arms and hold her close to her chest. “Did your mother sew too?” she asks.

“Oh yes, she had a gift for us every day.” She keeps her eyes on the gravel shifting beneath her feet. “That means she was kind, doesn’t it?”

Rhaelle stops and turns to Jaehaera, bending her knees a little so their eyes meet. A flash of silver catches her attention instead, back towards the castle. She looks past Jaehaera’s shoulder, to a balcony overlooking the gardens. She knows it’s him, if the hair doesn’t give him away the black eyepatch against his pale skin does.

“Your mother was kind to me, when I knew her,” she says, gently.

Jaehaera’s eyes widen. Rhaelle worries she might start to cry but instead she smiles. “Uncle Aemond says she was kind.”

Her heart is humming again and her hands are starting to tremble. He must be watching them, watching her.

A little further down the path, Aegon and Daena are picking blackberries from a bramble bush, giggling as they place them in their mouths.

Rhaelle can hardly help herself but cup one of Jaehaera’s plump little cheeks. “We might find some insects in the bushes, what do you think, little Princess?”

“I often see ladybirds on the bramble bushes,” Jaehaera says. “I think they must like blackberries.”

Aegon calls his cousin’s name and waves at her with one hand, while cupping something in the other. He has found a caterpillar and shows it to Jaehaera. She stares down at its little green body with an endearing wonder, before deciding she wants to hold it too and show Morra. 

While the children are distaced, Rhaelle steps close enough to Daena that they can speak softly to each other, without having to lean in too obviously.

“He said he knows all about us from Alyssa,” Daena says, “she used to tell him about us, about Runestone. Then he asked me if she was dead too.”

Rhaelle almost flinches. 

“He is not yet seven years old and he has watched most of his family die,” Daena whispers bitterly, glancing towards the guards, out of earshot. 

Rhaelle watches them too, far too busy with their own conversation to be listening to them and only sparing occasional glances towards the children. Then she looks back to the castle, hoping Aemond is still there, and he is.

When Ser Willis says it is time for the children to be taken back to the Holdfast, Rhaelle and Daena oblige. Jaehaera’s hands and mouth are covered in purple fruit juice and she is delighted with herself. 

They pass under the balcony where Aemond stands as they reenter the castle. Daena and Morra are walking arm in arm. Aegon and Jaeheara are excitedly talking about caterpillars and butterflies and all the places they would fly to if they could grow wings.

Rhaelle sees him though, and catches his lone eye. His face is unreadable, stern and soft, dark and light.

Instinct, a reckless urge that she justifies as a risk, drives her towards a doorway leading off from the entrance hall. Daena and Morra will wait for her in their chambers once the children have been seen back to the nursery. The doorway leads to a hall, then a small winding staircase. She hitches her skirts and climbs it quickly, ensuring not to lose her footing in haste. She feels like she is chasing something intangible and follows it along a gallery, then to the balcony beyond that.

Aemond is still standing there with his hands behind his back and his head tall, looking south, over the gardens and Blackwater Bay beyond that. The noise of the castle does not reach her ears here, only the sound of the wind and the waves rolling over the shore beneath the Keep. In the west the sky burns like fire and in the east it is already getting dark.

She approaches him slowly, her shoes making enough of a noise against the flagstone floor to alert him of her presence, but softly enough so as not to disturb him. She comes to stand beside him on his seeing side, keeping her head straight but watching him, always watching him. “Your Grace,” she says quietly.

The corner of his mouth is curled. Is he smirking? Or is he irritated by her presence? “My Lady,” he returns.

Her hands are shaking. She brings them before her, clasping them together so she cannot fidget. “I had assumed you had other business this evening.”

“You assumed,” he says without looking at her.

“Ser Willis said you invited us to see the children.”

“I thought you might like to.”

“I did,” she insists, turning her head to face him. “I did. I am grateful. Daena and I are both grateful.”

Aemond hums, low and cryptic. It makes her feel weightless for a moment. He finally turns his head towards her. “The boy has mentioned you before, his Royce sisters, each of you.”

Coming from any other’s lips she might have taken her mother’s name as a compliment, and it could almost be that given the softness of his voice as he says it. But something else is written in the way he holds himself, the intensity in his eye, the striking gleam of silver hair falling over black leather: he is a true Targaryen, and she is an outsider.

Perhaps if she looks into his eye for long enough she’ll be able to read his thoughts. She finds nothing, save for an unsettled feeling in her chest and stomach. So she looks away, back out over the gardens. “I am glad my brother is being treated so well,” she says.

“Why should that surprise you?”

She tilts her head and gives him a rather pointed look. She asks herself if she would dare answer that question seriously. He still has the knife on him, maybe he’ll draw it and cut her throat for treason if she presses him hard enough.

Instead he hums a small laugh. “Prince Aegon is my heir until I have sons of my own. You needn’t fear if your brother is being mistreated.”

For now.

Then he adds in a quieter voice, “he is good with Jaehaera.”

Aegon was an older brother after all, and meant to have a younger sister of his own until the outbreak of war.

“The Princess is a delight,” Rhaelle says, “she is easy to love.”

Aemond’s eye lights up and he almost smiles. “She’s a sweet little thing, just like her mother was. Jaehaerys was the same…” he seems to regret this train of thought when he takes a slow breath and frowns to himself.

Rhaelle watches his chest rise and fall, this formidable man, a King forged in a time of war, determined not to crumble in the face of his own grief. She can almost pity him, and perhaps she does when she feels a gnawing sort of feeling knotting and twisting inside of her. She aches for him, for his losses and for her own.

“I see my own mother in many ways,” she says, taking a step into him. Aemond looks to her again, darkly but patiently. “I see her in my sister when she is stubborn. I see her in myself sometimes, all the times I thought she was being overbearing. I see her when I ride through the hills at Runestone. I feel her hovering over my shoulder when I draw a bow.”

Aemond has turned his body to face her now, not completely, just a little. One of his hands rests on the balustrade brought into a gentle fist, and he’s standing close to her, enough that she can hear each breath he takes and smell the leather of his jerkin.

“Because we don’t truly lose them,” she says, “at least I hope not. I can scarcely remember my mother’s face but I still know her love.”

“And that gives you comfort?” Aemond says.

“It does.”

“And what of your father, what love do you have for him?”

His question steals the air from her lungs. What love does she have for him, the man she hardly knew? The man her mother hated. The man who gave her his name and the burden of his legacy. Daemon’s blood runs through her veins as much as Rhea Royce’s does, life beyond death, enduring and damning. 

Aemond is watching her intently, waiting for her answer, searching her face for a sign of weakness, but always with that gleam of amusement. Did he look for weakness in Daemon before they mounted their dragons at the God’s Eye? Did he find the fear he seems to feed off?

“The same all girls have for their fathers, I suppose,” is her answer.

“And do all girls love their fathers?”

“As best we can.”

“How diplomatic of you,” he says, smirking. He’s toying with her, testing her like a hunting trap.

“You distrust me,” she says. 

He tuts. “I would very much like to trust you.”

“Yet you do not.”

“Do you trust me, cousin?” 

It’s like asking if she would trust a snarling beast with a taste for her blood. “You are my King,” she says.

“And as King, it is my duty to identify threats, to my rule and to the realm.”

His gaze does not falter, and so she will not allow hers to either.

“Am I a threat, Your Grace?” 

He considers her for a few moments, like he did in the throne room, studying her as closely and thoroughly as a scholar studies an ancient tome. All the while he curls his lips like he has a secret. “My brother was King before me,” he says in a low voice, taking another small step into her. “You are aware of the end he met?”

“Poison,” she says.

“And I took Larys Strong’s head for it, a man who served my mother for many years, who saw Jaeheara to safety during the war, who helped Aegon return to King’s Landing when it was taken from him. I could have all manner of enemies in these very walls, those who might seek to replace me with a child, more easily controlled than I am. Wearing a crown did not spare my brother from death and it will not spare me.”

He can trust no one, he means. A crown has become comparable to a death sentence as of late, and Kings and Queens are perhaps not as invincible as they once seemed. 

“You are not your brother,” she says.

“No. What am I then?”

She parts her lips to respond, but she cannot give him an answer. In truth, the thought of being face to face with him, to ask for his mercy had terrified her when she first left Runestone. Aemond Targaryen, the man who started a war when he killed his nephew, who burned armies and put innocent men, women and children to the sword, who killed her father.

She has often wondered how he did it, if the battle was quick, or if it was long and bitter. She has wondered if the dragons tore each other to pieces, or if Aemond had been able to look his uncle in the eye as he claimed his life.

Before all of that he was a child with a gruesome gash in his face, who had tried so hard to hide his pain from her. 

He hums cryptically and she feels him lean in closer to her, coming close enough that she can see the imperfections and the details in his face, the lines around his mouth and the texture of his skin. The edges of his scar appear as thin lines now. It is a striking element to his appearance, but other than that, she supposes he is merely a man.

“I have asked you once but I shall ask again: have you come to ask something of me, Lady Rhaelle?”

Lord Corlys would warn her to be patient. There is a strategy that must be employed, a set order in place for making a request of the King. She must be delicate, for Alyssa’s sake.

She spots his hand on the balustrade and places her own over it, barely tracing her fingers over his. She feels his gaze on her all the while. “Our house has been divided for too long. Shouldn’t we seek to heal this rift between our families?”

He watches where their hands meet and lifts them until their palms are against one another. Rhaelle’s fingertips press into the grooves of his fingers, against his warmth and the rough calluses of his skin.

“Hmm,” he says, threading his fingers through hers, closing over her knuckles. “You have a way with choosing your words carefully.”

Naturally. Her survival depends on it. “As must we all, Your Grace,” she says.

He mutters under his breath, like she’s played a winning move in a game of cyvasse, “very good.”

She can still feel him when she returns to her chambers, the gentlest brush of his fingertips and the heat of his hand against hers. She can mistake a gentle draft or breeze for his breath ghosting over her face, the sound of the wind beyond the window as the sound of his voice.

Lord Corlys visits them after dinner. She offers him some of the leftover roast beef but she shakes his head and instead asks for a cup of wine as he makes himself comfortable in an armchair before the hearth.

Rhaelle joins him, bringing two cups with her while Morra carries the decanter of wine. Daena gathers a fur throw, a pillow and a book, and settles on a chaise by the window. She doesn’t usually like to read, especially not at night when she can scarcely see the words.

Rhaelle smiles at her, sceptically. Daena shrugs her shoulders and lowers her eyes to the page.

“I have news from Driftmark,” Lord Coryls says, “Baela and Rhaena have accepted their invitation to the King’s Tournament and will set sail for King’s Landing in three days time.”

This is supposed to make her happy. From what she remembers at their mother’s funeral and the wedding feast, her half-sisters were agreeable enough but still unfamiliar. Baela, the older twin, was a little more forward than her sister, a dragonrider from a young age and it showed. Rhaena was far quieter and more cautious. They must be changed now, being right in the heart of Rhaenyra’s war.

“The King’s Tournament?” Daena’s voice calls from the window.

“Tourneys, feasts, dancing; a celebration to mark the betrothal of the King to Lady Floris Baratheon,” Corlys says, raising his glass. 

A romance for the ages: he barged into Storm’s End looking for an army to support his brother’s claim, and she was the most agreeable of four sisters.

“The eyes of the realm will be on the two of you,” Lord Corlys says.

“I do not see why we would attract such interest,” Daena says.

“Aemond still needs to secure his rule. His heir is a child and the son of his brother’s rival. After that his closest competitors for the throne are his uncle’s daughters.”

“My sisters and I have no desire for a crown, Lord Corlys,” Rhaelle says.

“You are Targaryens and you have a claim to the throne whether you desire it or not. That invites challenge. Half the country has been devastated by war and the rest will struggle through winter. I’m afraid your matter will take time.”

“How much time?”

He gestures vaguely with his hands. “You will appear before the King tomorrow. You will renounce your father, your step-mother and your late betrothed. The King will accept, and you will ask only that Lady Alyssa be spared from the headsman.”

“He would have her killed?”

“It is a matter of contention amongst the members of the Small Council, but as I understand it, His Grace has little desire to spill any more blood than is necessary.”

Daena chuckles quietly to herself.

Lord Corlys’ brow raises, but he does not comment on it. “In return for your loyalty, I expect the King to welcome you wholeheartedly into his court. When Aemond and Floris are wed you may be given positions in the Queen’s Household. You’ll be able to stay here permanently, you’ll get to see your brother and sisters often, and eventually you’ll make good matches to rich and powerful husbands, as befitting your royal blood.”

She wouldn’t have her mother’s cousins pestering her about the absence of the Lady of Runestone, eyeing the seat that belongs to her sister. Hers and Daena’s futures would be secured. 

“And what of Alyssa?” she asks.

“I will ensure she is kept alive and well, and in time, we may convince the King to release her.”

May convince. The thought does not feel particularly assuring, but what else can she do?

She wakes at dawn the next morning, dresses and readies herself for court as she had done the previous day, taking her sister’s arm as they walk into the throne room. There is no grand entrance this time, they are led to an adjacent chamber and enter through a small doorway that leads them to the far end of the hall.

She and Daena stand to the right, below the steps that lead to the throne, behind the members of the Small Council, Lord Corlys, Lord Tyland, Maester Orwyle, Lord Unwin Peake, Martyn Hightower and his brother, Garmund. These men have no doubt argued over the matter of her sister’s imprisonment. “A matter of contention,” as Lord Corlys had said.

Aemond sits upon the throne again, comfortably poised, and she is amongst the first to lobby him. 

Lord Corlys steps forward to announce her as she approaches the Iron Throne. She comes to her knees before him and allows herself to look up. She half expects to find him smiling, but his lips are in a thin line, not amused or prideful, but curious, his eye fixed upon her face.

“Your Grace,” she says, mustering all the courage she can to give her voice a clear demand without pushing too far. “I come before you once again as your loyal subject, to speak for myself and for my sister, Lady Daena.”

Aemond crosses one of his legs over the other, with his arm resting upon the throne, amongst the sharp edges of the blades. He brings his fingers to his chin and tilts his head, a command to continue.

She feels her pulse quicken, the words threatening to catch in her throat as they had done before, but she forces herself through it. “I renounce my late father, the traitor, Daemon Targaryen. I renounce my late step-mother, Princess Rhaenyra and her attempt to supplant the true line of succession. I renounce my former betrothed, the late Prince Joffrey. I–” she catches Lord Corlys’ eye and he nods to her. 

She thinks of Alyssa, her brave, beautiful sister, who held her and soothed her when Ser Gerold explained that their mother would never return to them, whose wisdom she worshipped and whose arms she sought comfort in until the day Daemon took her to Dragonstone. Once the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, now condemned to death if Rhaelle does not save her.

“I come before you again, to pledge my loyalty to you, and to our house,” she says, keeping her head down, waiting for the sound of Aemond’s voice or his footsteps.

“Come to me,” he says.

It’s like her body is set alight, heat, fury and excitement rising in her belly, her blood running hot beneath her skin. There is anger too, because she cannot read him, because she cannot tell if this is a show of favour or if he means to insult her somehow. She resents his incessant staring. She resents his cold, impassive nature. She resents the light feeling in her limbs as she climbs the steps to stand before him.

He rises to meet her, his hand outstretched and his lips threatening to break into a smirk. 

Most of what she had heard of her father was that he was a jealous and ambitious man. He coveted this seat, held by his brother, promised to his niece, ultimately claimed by his nephew. Daemon killed for it, he died for it, and now she is close enough that she could reach out and touch it.

She places her hand in his and he holds her gently, stroking his thumb over her knuckles. She clenches her jaw as she tries not to shudder.

“I accept your pledge,” he says, then loudly, so the others in the room may hear him. “It is not my wish to punish you for the sins of your family.”

The room hums with curious murmurs, nods of approval and whispers.

“Forgive me,” Rhaelle says quietly, as if this were a private exchange, as if they were not on display before the court. “You asked me yesterday if I had something to ask of you, and the truth is I do.”

Aemond’s brow raises, but the rest of his face is solemn. “Go on,” he says.

“My sister, Alyssa, is currently your prisoner, declared to be a traitor by your brother’s order. Spare her life, cousin, I beg you.”

Suddenly the silence in the hall is tangible. What must they be thinking, the Lords and Ladies before them, the men of the Small Council, Lord Corlys?

She does not spare a glance for any of them. She tightens her grip on Aemond’s hand and when she looks into his eye she does not plead for pity or sympathy. She is a Targaryen just as much as he is, with fire in her blood and pride in her heart.

“Lady Rhaelle,” Aemond says, “you are the acting Lady of Runestone.”

“I am, Your Grace.”

“You do a fine job of it, so I understand?”

She hesitates. She ensures the castle, its lands and people are kept well. She advises Lady Arryn when it is required of her. “As best I can, Your Grace.”

He leans in closer to her, close enough that she feels his breath on the shell of her ear and her neck. “Do away with modesty, it is a waste of my time,” he mutters. When he pulls away the corner of his mouth is curled so that it could almost be a joke. “Lady Rhaelle,” he announces, addressing the room, “in return for your loyalty to the crown, I hereby grant you the title of Lady of Runestone and all its inheritance.”

The room applauds this decision but Rhaelle is struck by dread. She looks to Daena, equally surprised, equally powerless. She looks to Lord Corlys, who seems to accept this too. The faces of Lord Tyland, Lord Unwin, and the Hightowers are less pleased.

She turns back to Aemond and keeps her voice low, “Your Grace, I cannot accept–”

His grip on her hand becomes a painful one as he turns his face in towards her. “You will accept,” he says with a cold fury. “While I am moved by your devotion to your sister, she must remain a prisoner and forfeit any and all claims she was previously entitled to.”

His face is dark and severe and her stomach drops like she is standing at the edge of some great height, one step away from a fall. She might be wise to fear this side of him, she thinks, but she is tempted to refuse him, to take that final step from the edge if only to see what anger he can truly unleash. She’d take pride in it, and maybe it’s her Targaryen nature, but suddenly something in the back of her mind thirsts for chaos.

It is her choice to make, but her life and the lives of her family will be at risk if she makes the wrong one.

And so she must choose her words carefully, unsure if it will bring her closer to her goal or drag her further from it.

“It would be an honour, Your Grace.”

Rhaelle and Daena dine alone that night. She is starving, but then the meat is brought out, a cut of roasted lamb, rare meat still on the bone that bleeds when Morra starts to carve it for them. It repulses her. She cannot even look at it. She downs a cup of apple cider instead and manages a mouthful of bread.

Daena can see that something is wrong, but does not question her.

Morra, on the other hand, offers her more cider and something that might be softer on her stomach. “Blackberries?” she suggests with a kind smile.

“Please,” Rhaelle mutters. 

Morra brings her a small bowl of them, dusted with sugar. At first she is thankful for how refreshing the taste is on her tongue, until she looks down at her fingertips and sees them stained red. 

She forces her hand away from her lips in a sudden jolt of movement, and in her haste knocks her fork to the floor with a jarring clatter of metal against stone.

It doesn’t matter, she thinks, starting to wipe her fingers against her napkin, but the red will not fade. She tries harder, dragging the fabric against her skin until it almost burns, but it won’t come out, it will not–

“Lady Rhaelle?” 

She throws her napkin down on the table and covers her mouth, fighting the urge to gag. “I’m fine,” she tries to whisper, “I feel unwell is all.”

“I’ll draw you a bath,” Morra says.

Rhaelle shakes her head. “No, I just…” but she cannot find the words. She cannot decide what she needs.

“Come, sister,” Daena says, having risen from her seat and come to place her hand on her shoulder. “I think you need to rest.”

Rhaelle lets herself be led away into her bedchamber. Daena helps her to remove her jewellery and lays out a night shift on the bed for her. Once Rhaelle has undressed, she reaches for the pins in her hair.

“Let me,” Daena says softly, and Rhaelle’s hands fall away. Daena’s touch is unsure but gentle. She would never have had as much practice at doing another’s hair, not as the youngest sister, but it is a welcome comfort.

Rhaelle stares at her reflection in the mirror as Daena brings a brush through her hair. She watches candlelight and shadows flicker over her face, over both of their faces. Their eyes look dark in the lowlight, almost black, like their mother’s, not the striking violet that makes them their father’s daughters.

“Do you think the Gods will punish me for this?” she utters.

“Punish you? Whatever for?”

She swallows thickly, her vision starting to blur. “I offered a hundred men at arms to Lady Jeyne to fight in the war. I could have offered more. I could have mounted a horse myself and met our father at Harrenhal. I could have written to Rhaenyra and asked her to send Alyssa back to Runestone. I could have offered men to defend King’s Landing, or to hold Dragonstone. There is so much I could have done, and now I have forsaken our family, our own blood because I was too weak to do anything before–” she gasps to catch her breath. The tears have spilled from her eyes now, they sting against her cheeks and taste salty and bitter on her lips.

Daena’s hands vanish from her hair. Rhaelle instead finds herself cradled in her sister’s arms.

“Alyssa is our family,” Daena says. “It was not Daemon Targaryen who protected us when mother died, it was our sister, it was our cousins, it was House Royce. We remember, you taught me what that means.”

Daena presses a kiss to her head and strokes her hand over her hair, like Alyssa used to when they were girls, like the way she has always imagined her mother would. “Aemond will favour our cause,” she whispers. “He has to. He has to.”

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What’s the worst thing the turtles ever got in trouble over

Hey, Anon!! :)

This is gonna be another long postttttt~ BUCKLE UP.

Alright- Like usual, I will go through each turtle at a time.

Mikey will normally get in trouble with Leo over not being careful enough with his tender right ankle. This occurs many times in his life and in the story. The worst punishment he ever had though, was when he was forced to stay behind and heal instead of going out and joining Leo in trying to find their lost brothers. It also didn't help that he did it to himself, attempting to show off and do a flip over the couch and hurting his dumb ankle in the process.

Leo would usually get in trouble with cheating in school, as well as later taking his role of leader too seriously. Splinter would fuss over him and demand he go and eat and rest. (Rather than sit in his room and re-play how training went and how he could've done better.) But the worst time he got in trouble was when he made the horrible decision to sneak into Sensei's room with his little brother and try out Splinter's katanas hung on his wall. Being only the ages of 11 and 10, the boys weren't yet allowed to use real weapons during training. But their curiosity got the better of them.

Leo is reminded of his past recklessness every time he looks at the slash across Raphael's eye.

Raph seemed to love getting into trouble, based solely on the fact that he was in "time out" or stuck with extra chores fairly often throughout his childhood. Sometimes the reason was he used that really cool new word from tv- or he mouthed off defended himself during school, but there was one specific instance that sticks out from the rest:

The day he saved Mikey.

Allllllll the way back in Chapter 2 of Book One, Mikey finds himself hanging upside down by his right ankle during training to climb up ropes. Raphael sees his little brother in distress and jumps in to help with no regards for his own safety. During Mikey's rescue, Raph loses his grip and they begin sliding down the rope at a faster and faster speed. Raph sacrifices his hands and grips down onto the rope, the fibers burning and slicing into his palms and fingers.

After all is said and done, he tries to hide his hands. (For fear of the first aid kit having to be taken out with that awful stinging liquid.) But once Don catches his twin wincing and trying to peel the skin flaking off his BLOODY hands, the freckled brother quickly yanks his twin over to Splinter. He didn't get in trouble per say, but it was one heck of a punishment for the boy to have his hands wrapped up for weeks. (No playing video games, no training except for basic katas, no SPARRING..)

Don and Lotus~ I can't say too much about what these two get in trouble for because.. heheh.. spoilers. Soooo here's a hint. ;)

Thanks for the question!!

To God be the glory! :)

~ Melissa

[sarahs-secrets2]

Easily fill his shoes part 2 (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Thank you for all the love on part 1! Phillip Graves just does something to my brain that I can't explain. The way this is mapped out this could be a series if yall are interested. I had to repost this due to some technical issues.

She's got a boyfriend anyway... part 1

fem reader! mentions of boyfriend (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT (shower scene)!!! swearing, pet names, cheating, sexual tension, unprotected, penetration (first time writing smut bare with me here)

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A streak of light from the open window caused you to wince awake, sitting up and looking around recalling the events from last night. Next to you, the dirty blonde Commander still sleeping. Seeing him in this setting was so intimate, sharing a bed and waking up together felt domestic, and it felt natural. Morning looked good on Graves, he looked peaceful, very different from the man you were used to seeing on missions. 

Before he could wake up you slipped out of the Commander’s room, still in the borrowed shirt, as you snuck down the hallway praying not to get noticed by another Shadow member. Finally reaching your room, you rushed in, slamming the door a bit too hard in an attempt to get out of the open hallway quicker. 

“Fuck me,” you mumbled to yourself, back pressed up against the door as the thought of having to explain this to your boyfriend loomed over you. 

“Fix that boyfriend problem, and maybe our guilty consciousness won't stop us next time, how about that?”Graves' words from last night haunted you, that boyfriend problem. How were you supposed to go about this, and once you did, where did that leave you and Phillip? 

The what-ifs started to give you a headache as you wandered towards the bathroom, hoping a shower would bring some clarity to the situation ahead of you. Turning towards the mirror, as you waited for the water to warm up, your infidelity was evident with the hickeys on your neck. You traced your fingers up and down the marks, recalling the feeling of the Commander connecting and tugging at your neck. As your thoughts progressed, the mirror fogged up with steam from the hot shower. 

Finally slipping off Phillip’s shirt you hopped in, praying for some relief in the water. Just as you were alone with your thoughts, a knock at your door trampled your peace. 

“Who is it?” you screamed from the bathroom. No answer but you heard the door opening.

“I swear to god I will kill whoever is coming here while I’m showering, fuck off”, hoping whoever it was would finally speak up. No answer again, but this time the bathroom door was being pushed open.

“If that’s how you greet the man whose bed you slept in last night, then I would hate to be your boyfriend doll”, that damn southern accent, fucking Graves, letting himself in as usual. 

Your head peeked around the shower curtain, “What do you want I'm busy”, Phillip being in your bathroom while you stood naked on the other side of a thin curtain was a testament to your willpower. You were already losing the battle. 

Phillip leaned up against the wall facing you in the shower, he looked too good for just waking up. He donned flannel pajama bottoms, a thin white shirt, and a gray zip-up. Your brain was fried just looking at him. 

“You gonna let me join you in there or just stare at me out here”, Graves’ smirked, cursing him out in your mind, the effect he had on you was not normal. 

“Only room for one, sorry Phillip”, you spat back, as you closed the shower curtain, hoping to hide from the teasing.

“I'm sure I could squeeze in somewhere darling, don't you think? Would you make room for me? I'm sure it's tight but I’ll fit”, his voice was low, he was well aware of what he was doing.

Your knees were weak, and you could feel your heartbeat pounding through your whole body, as you tried to muster up a response. Don't let him win this game, you told yourself. 

“That depends Commander, how big are you?”, you heard him cough, trying to clear his throat. You peeked back out of the shower, “You alright Phillip?”, a disapproving look was thrown your way.

Your eyes wandered down Graves’ body seeing the bulge in the flannel pants growing bigger. “Eyes up here darlin’, you got a boyfriend don't forget”. Ouch, he wasn't wrong but damn did he really have to remind you? “Speaking of that boyfriend, got a chance to fix that problem?” 

“I was going to soon, just hadn't gotten around to it yet, I just woke up cut me some slack,” Graves shrugged at this response like it wasn't good enough for him. He was waiting for you to say you had cut it off, you'd let him down. 

“Phillip, I've been with him for 3 years, I can't just shoot him a text saying I cheated on him with my commander,” 

“Hm, that's what I would've done but whatever suits you doll”, Graves winked at you, he was just trying to piss you off now. It was silent between the two of you, not sure what was going to happen next.

Before you knew it, Phillip was stripping off his jacket and white t-shirt. Your eyes widened from a combination of shock and excitement of seeing the Commander shirtless in front of you, your eyes scanned his chest and abs like it was the first time ever seeing a man. 

“What are you doing Graves”, you could feel heat rising to your cheeks, and it wasn't just from the hot shower water. 

“Joining you, as I said, you better make some room”, a toothy grin was shot your way as you watched as the Commander slipped off the flannel bottoms, unable to take your eyes away. It was magnetizing. 

Phillip, now just in boxers, which were visibly tight around his cock. He peeled back the shower curtain to reveal where you had been hiding from his eyes. Kicking off his boxers he stepped into the shower, where you were waiting for him. 

“Commander,” you whispered looking up at him.

“Shhh, you already got me testing my morals as you got a boyfriend, don't make me question getting in here with you now”, Graves mumbled back to you as his hands snaked around your waist pulling you in closer. 

“Wonder who gave these to you”, Phillip brought a hand to your neck, and using the back of his fingers, he dragged up and down your bruised neck. “These ain't from that boyfriend are they?”

Your breath hitched as you watched your Commander examine you, “No…” you stuttered, struggling to get a response out, your thoughts clouded as Phillip's hands continued to pull you in. 

“Yeah thought so, doubt that boyfriend could get you squirming like this”, Graves’ arrogance was through the roof. “I could easily fill his shoes ya know?”

“I’d like to see you try Graves”, the water from the shower still flowing down around the both of you. Once that sentence left your lips, Philip took it as an invitation as he pushed you against the shower wall with a feverish kiss. 

Your lips tangled together, feeling hot and dizzy your hands went to his chest for some sort of balance praying your knees didn't fail you. Graves pulled back from the kiss, immediately going to work on your neck, his favorite place. Your head turned slightly giving him more room to explore, as a small moan escaped your lips.

“Good girl,” Phillip mumbled into your ear, now you were fully grasping onto his shoulders for support, eyes closed shut.

All of sudden the water stopped, your eyes shot open. Graves’ gave a reassuring look as he grabbed the underneath of your thighs lifting you up, instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck, as he carried you into your bedroom. 

Laying you onto the bed, your lips reconnected to his in another kiss. This one was different, it felt passionate, it had meant something to the both of you. “This alright sweetheart?”, you nodded back to the Commander who was over top of you.

Graves motioned you to turn around, obliging to the request you flipped onto your stomach, elevating yourself on your hands and knees. Months of sexual tension all coming apart at this moment. You felt a hand on the small of your back as Graves positioned himself as he slowly pushed inside, moans escaping both of your lips at the new sensation. 

His pace started slow to give you time to adjust to his size, “Faster please Phillip”, Graves taking note grabbed the back of your hair lightly to adapt to your request. The sensation overwhelmed you, Graves took note of the way you responded to the added thrust. 

“C’mon baby, c’mon baby,” your Commander grunted from behind you.

“Graves I’m close”, you started to squirm from the overwhelming pressure building. “Let it out darling, come for me”, Phillip’s words of encouragement sent you over the edge as he rode you through your high. Phillip followed shortly after, “Fuckkkkk," he stuttered as he finished, slowly pulling out. 

Both of you collapsed onto the bed next to each other, both out of breath. Phillip raised an arm as you inched closer to rest your head on his chest, as his arm came down around your back holding you close to him. 

“Me or him”

“You, Phillip,”

“Then break up with that boyfriend of yours now please, for me darling”. 

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I hope this lived up to the expectations, I have an idea for a part 3 started already!

[brrbrina]

echoes

part: 2/?

pairing: joe burrow x og!c

warnings: cheating, angst, fluff (?), pregnancy (?) and i think that´s it.

The day after Joe left the house for the very first time, Kendall felt a wave of sadness take over her body. She was devasted, and tired, she constantly woke in the middle of the night as if the house she was sleeping in was haunted.

Every single part of that bed smelt like him, every part of her body was once kissed by the lips of a man who had kissed someone else and she despised that. She felt like her world stopped, when they met, falling in love was not on her plans, and falling in love with a man like Joe wasn´t what she wanted.

"I think we should go with the big backyard one," Joe said hugging her from the back, "This way our babies would have the space to run, and then the babies of our babies" he chuckled putting his lips against the back of her head, Kendall smiled and closed her eyes; it was one of the moments she felt like her life made sense in only a way love makes you feel.

Now, that memory pained her, she was tied to him for life, for two entries now, she didn´t know what to do. The night Kendall found out she was pregnant -again-, happiness took over her body, brainstormed ideas of how she would tell her big baby and the love of her life the good news. The night she confronted Joe became savory, the memory of her telling the news to the father of her son was stained by betrayal and insincerity.

"I made waffles and fresh orange juice" Joe smiled at her showing the plates in the breakfast bar, which was once planned down to the smallest detail. "I think you should go" Kendall sighed "Natalie has a friend coming over today for a playdate and I don´t want her to create a false story on her head in which you come back here and we live happily ever after".

"Who is Mat?" Joe asked her and Kendall looked at him with surprise, "You do know I'm the father of Natalie and that baby you´re carrying right? You are not messing up the mind of my children with that man coming and hanging with them..." Kendall stopped him "You have a lot of nerve telling me I´m the one "messing" with her mind when you were fucking someone else" Joe looked down.

"While Natalie was sleeping here, happy that her daddy won a game so she could tell her friends in school he was the best, you were putting your dick inside another woman, so no, I'm not messing anything up, you did" water filled her eyes and her voice trembled when she stopped "You took away the happiness of being pregnant with MY baby and turned into a grey cloud above me every single day" she felt her knees weak.

"I hate you so much Joe, I hate you because a part of me needs you like a drug I'm addicted to, and I hate you because you destroyed the life WE built together, my kids will grow up in a broken home and the worst part of all is that I will never tell them what you did, that´s the difference between me and you. I´m putting them on top of everything and you didn´t even think twice about the damage you would cause" She said sobbing, and Joe felt his blood drop to his feet.

He left Kendall´s place and drove to the condo he was living in at the moment, he found no motivation in anything, he missed the chaos of his past life. He remembered clearly when he and Kendall got married.

"... You have filled my life with colors and turned it into a musical every time you´re near me. I promise to love you and take care of you and the family we will hopefully soon start. There is not a day where I take you for granted, waking up beside you it´s a pleasure and something I will love to grow old with.

You are the woman of my dreams, the best road trip partner, and the comedic duo made for me, I will make sure to remind you that I´m the man that I am because of you. That every mole on your body holds a million I Love You´s you will hear forever. I´m so happy that I´m becoming Mr. Carter" Kendall chuckled "I know you´re the designer but you´re the muse of my life, of every romantic, naughty, or funny thought that comes to my mind you´re the one I see. I love your laugh and I will try my best to come up with the biggest dad jokes so I can crack a small out of you. Here´s to a lifetime of love, I love you, Kenny."

He didn’t have the guts to admit when he stopped loving her because he wasn't sure if he ever stopped.

People always say you don´t know what you have until it´s gone and he realized that too late, when he met Jackie, he loved the adrenaline of starting a romance again. But now it was painful, he missed everything about Kendall. The way she always made him choose the color of her nail polish or how the pantry was always stocked with Joe´s favorite candy.

How was he so naive to lose his soulmate, the mother of his kids, the love of his life but also his best friend. He hated his life now, a life without her or his kids was a living nightmare, his baby was about to be born, and he hadn´t seen a single eco photo of him. Kendall was sad and blue all the time, the only thing keeping her going was her babies and the company she worked so hard for.

She missed Joe, she couldn´t forget him, and she was tired, she was about to give birth and her life would be upside down once again.

"God I miss you so much" was the first sentence that came out of her mouth when she boldly called Joe at 1 am, she had been crying nonstop, and as much as she hated to admit it, he was the love of her life.

He showed up that night, and he stayed there. It was pointless for him to go home when his pregnant ex-wife was almost about to give birth.

The next few months were a roller coaster of emotions, their baby was born, Joe wasn’t there when he arrived to this world. He was on a work trip when baby burrow arrived and everything happened too quick. Kendall went into labor at 7 am and her baby came out of the womb right away. He looked so much like Joe, it was a very strange feeling, when Natalie was born. He was there, he held her hand as she was pushing their baby girl into a world in which they would do anything to make her happy. That was the only promise Joe made to Kendall that she was sure he would keep.

The new baby mama had been crying nonstop, she wasn’t sure of how she would manage her life now as a single mom with a soon to be a 6 year old.

“How are you doing?” Joe said entering the room with ballons and flowers, Kendall started to cry again. They weren’t in bad terms now, they will share the most important thing on their lives forever. There are science fairs, dance recitals, birthdays, christmas and thanksgiving they will have to share.

“I’m not gonna lie, i’m very scared” Kendall said holding her tears. “Kenny you’ve done this before, you are the best mom ever, Natalie and baby are so lucky that you’re their mother” Joe said smiling with teary eyes. “I know i’ve done this before but i wasn’t doing it alone you know?” The guilt eat Joe alive every second of the day. “Hey, i’m not going anywhere, i can stay home until baby is a bit older” Kendall chuckled, and then start to cry again “What’s wrong?” Joe looked at her concerned “Everything Joe, our baby is here and we don’t even have a name for him, and Natalie keeps asking when is her daddy coming home and i’ve run of ways of explaining her why he’s not” She cried “I hate my new life, I hate going grocery shopping alone and carrying everything by myself, i hate driving everywhere and i really really miss you Joe” he was crying when she said that.

“I know I fucked up, and no amount of sorry’s will mend what I did, we can work this out, for the fourth of us - “ He was interrupted by the nurse entering with baby burrow after checking that everything was okay with him, Joe saw him for the first time and started crying, he held him in his arms and the nurse walked out of the room. “He looks so much like Natie” he whispered and Kendall giggled as she wiped her tears away. “Both of them look like you it’s not fair” she said crossing her arms “We can always try and make one that looks like you” Joe smirked and Kendall’s mind went numb, she didn’t had and expression on her face “Sorry maybe that was too much” he cleared his troat.

“I will make you fall in love with me again, I promise my love” he kissed her forehed and that was the last thing Kendall heard before she fell asleep. And she was so happy to hear that.

a/n! Hiii, i hope you like this chapter, i think the next one it’s the last one of our little series. :) I’ll try to post over the weekend but i don’t promise anything. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know in the comments. And i would love to hear you thoughts on this chapter and how do you expect the next one will be!!

[goldenchocobo]

Kingdom Hearts Tamagotchi Adventures

So, I got the Kingdom Hearts Tamagotchi for my birthday this year. and it was only in September that I decided to activate it (I was hesitant because I know Tamagotchi can be needy and can't be turned off). So here's my so-far roughly one month journey!

Here he is- Base Sora on day 1. I took care of him, played games, and generally fiddled about with what I could do. This was my first ever Tamagotchi, so it was a new experience to me. You fight Shadow Heartless, Dusk Nobodies and Flood Unversed occasionally with the tap of the 'A' button. They didn't happen super frequently so I was fine fending them off.

Unfortunately things didn't go well. I became ill with stomach flu the night after. The manual says it takes roughly 49 hours for Sora to change/evolve. and well...

When I was able to move again... I woke up to... uh... Heartless Sora. Everything remained the same, except the food and treat (Paopu and Icecream) turned into Heart and !. Heart being that you well- fed him hearts, and ! meaning he attacked you (I think... he vanished then appeared closer and waved his arms about). I felt really bad that my first Tamagotchi basically 'died' because of things I couldn't control. But I enjoyed my time with Heartless Sora; and after a few days, Kairi found him and saved him! Very cute 2 bit scene. Back to Normal Sora. I found an issue. You see... I'm more nocturnal; and this Tamagotchi... wasn't. He woke up at 9AM and slept at 10PM; meaning he didn't get the right care from me.. but I figured I could change the time to suit me- and did. Now he wakes up at 12PM and sleeps at 2AM- same as me. Next evo was a surprise! Sora introduced me to (and trusted me to care?) Riku!

This was when I found out each character/evo has different sleeping schedules. Riku would sleep late and wake late (I'm thankful it wasn't early due to the whole Dawn motif because I didn't want to change the clock too much again). They also have their own unique cutscenes, with Riku primarily featuring Mickey. Not much happened, and I showed Riku to Riku(My Riku... the cockatiel- named after... Riku). But He left and Sora returned. At this point I wanted to aim for Roxas- or Ventus (I'm sad there's no Vanitas). So I miiight have looked up a quick wiki to see how to get the characters. "Wow that's cheating" you might say.. and yeah- probably... the issue is that I didn't get Roxas.

Instead, Sora 'grew up' into KHII Sora. I was interested to see what kind of outfit or character I could get to show up, so I continued with normal care.

On the 28th of September... Sora.. ever the festive fellow...

Donned his Santa outfit.

I found it kinda funny, but kept him up with Normal care. I was starting to forget him (I got a little drawer handle I put him on during the evening on my right hand ride next to my monitor, and during the day he's on the couch arm- I don't take him out because I'm scared I'll lose the Tamagotchi somewhere). So He was getting upset/hungry; but if he beeped I knew he needed something. He Unlocked/locked the Keyhole to Halloween/Christmas Town, then flew off in the Gummiship, returning as Normal Sora. After 49 hours, he once again reintroduced me to Riku. having forbidden knowledge, I knew I could turn Riku into Dark Riku. and tried.

I. Felt. Awful.

I know they're just 2bit pixelart on the screen... but Riku has a special place in my heart (I named my grumpy, gay cockatiel after him!) so me... just basically neglecting Riku? it hurt :(

After this. He did not turn into Dark Riku. He left. just straight-up.

Sora flew back in on the Gummiship and my quest to get Roxas/Ventus continued.

But I was surprised when I came back after an outing to find... Sora turned into a fish

Wiki says he's from 'Bad care', but I don't remember giving him subpar treatment, and catering to what he wanted- so I'm baffled. He did come with an Aerial/Sebastian scene, though- so that was cute. He didn't stay for long and locked Atlantica's Keyhole, returning as Basic Sora.

Again- I tried to get Roxas, but instead got KHII Sora again; so I thought I could maybe get Axel or Xion; since they're included in the KHII evo list.

Nope. Christmas Sora again. Oh well- He does love Christmas.

I'll update this if I get anything interesting. I know you can get Xehanort- I recognised his Silhouette on the manual, so maybe I'll get him one day.

I'm still waiting on Roxas..

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Hi Hi this is my first time participating in one of these so please tell me if I did it wrong. But for the Prompt game number 2 could you do minsung and reader 24 and 48?? Or honestly anyone lol

Also I love your writing and I hope you’re doing well 🥰

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "You're trembling."

"You make me want things I can't have."

Genre: Light Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Members: Han Jisung, Lee Minho

Relationship: Established Minho x Fem!Reader x Roommate Jisung

Warning: Mentions of Nightmares, Cheating (but not really, you'll see)

"Lee Minho, are you asking me to babysit your roommate?"

Minho makes a little sort of disgruntled sound in the back of his throat, huffing a humorless laugh into the other end of the phone.

"He doesn't like to be alone."

You roll your eyes, toeing off your shoes and pinching the phone between your shoulder and ear as you head into the kitchen, depositing your work bag onto the counter.

"Jisung really can't handle staying by himself for two nights while you're gone? I do it all the time, you know. Every time you guys plan one of your little weekend guy trips." You huff out, though you're not quite as put out as your words would entail.

"Please, baby?" Minho pleads teasingly, his voice dropping in tone, into a whisper, in a way that he knows you can't resist. "For me?"

You sigh, long and hard, and you can almost feel your boyfriend smiling through the phone.

He knows he's got you.

And honestly, spending the weekend with Jisung won't be too much of a chore. You like him. And you both like to play video games, and eat pizza, and talk shit on Minho.

How bad could it really be?

"Fine." You grumble out, hoping Minho can sense your glare on the other end of the phone, just like you can sense his absolute glee. "But he's buying the pizza."

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"Holy fuck, this is gonna be so fun!" Jisung announces, taking your small overnight bag from you almost immediately and chucking it onto the couch Minho had made you help him pick out months before.

You open your mouth to scold him, to say that hey, maybe some of your shit is kind of fragile? but before you can even get so much as one word out, Jisung has swooped you into a bear hug, squeezing all the air, and protests, right from your lungs.

"Thanks for agreeing to stay." He murmurs against the crown of your head, and you can't help it, you nod back without really thinking.

"Yeah, of course."

Jisung releases you with a huge, heart shaped grin, and you try not to notice how the cologne he wears-something a little bit spicy and lined with floral-contrasts so sharply, and altogether pleasantly, with the scent Minho always dons-dark and woodsy.

Minho appears, his work bag slung over his shoulder, his brow raised.

"Can you please refrain from greeting my girlfriend before me?" He queries dryly, glancing over to Jisung, before he leans over to press a kiss to your lips. "Hi, baby."

"No can do, hyung." Jisung grins, flopping down onto the couch next to your discarded bag, his long fingers pushing some of his dark hair out of his eyes. "Early bird gets the worm."

You laugh. "That doesn't even make sense."

Jisung's eyes glitter with amusement and he gives a little shrug.

"Sure it does. I'm the bird, you're the worm, and Minho-hyung is the cat who missed out."

"Cats don't eat worms." Minho mutters back, though there's amusement in his tone, as he leans in to give you another quick kiss.

He pats the pocket of his jacket, making sure he has his wallet and passport, and you straighten his button down shirt beneath as you give him a slight smile.

"Ready?"

He nods. "Yeah, I better get going." He glances to Jisung sternly. "Behave while I'm gone."

Jisung winks. "I always do."

Minho sighs with resignation and turns back to you, tilting his head toward the door and his waiting suitcase. "Walk me out?"

You nod, and he takes your hand, using his free one to grab the suitcase and open the door for the two of you.

"Bye, hyungie!" Jisung calls in a teasing sing song sort of voice as the door closes behind you.

Minho slows his step to match your own, glancing at his watch, and then squinting into the sun let in through the slats of the apartment walkway.

"Are you going to be late?" You ask, tightening your fingers around his own.

Minho shakes his head a little distractedly. "No, I'll be fine." He glances sidelong at you, and his expression grows serious. "Baby, about Jisung-"

You give a little laugh at the concern in his tone. "What? Think he'll eat me or something while you're gone?'' You arch a brow at him with a little smirk. "C'mon, baby, don't worry so much. Jisung and I are friends too, you know."

Minho sighs and rakes a hand through his hair, glancing past you. "I know. That's not what I'm worried about."

He pulls you to a stop, and the smile drops from your face at his worried expression.

"Min?" You ask, suddenly nervous for some reason.

Minho glances down at you, and reaches up to swipe a stray strand of hair from your forehead with a little smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"He has nightmares."

You stare at him, uncomprehending, and he squeezes your hands in his own, standing there in the middle of the hallway.

"Jisung. He doesn't like to talk about it, but he's been through some pretty messed up shit, and it messes with his head sometimes." Minho sighs, long and resigned, and a muscle ticks slightly in his jaw. You resist the urge to reach up and smooth it away.

"And when I say nightmares, I'm talking full fledged night terrors. Between the two of us, we've figured out some ways to deal with them, help them end more quickly, but he can't stand to be alone after they're over. Which is why I asked-"

"Me to stay with him while you're gone." You breathe out, finally putting the pieces together.

Minho nods. "Yeah. And I'm sorry to put you in this position, but he's my oldest friend, and I lo-" He stops for a minute, considering his words, and then continues. "-care about him."

You squeeze his hand. "I get it. I do. I'd do anything for you, so I understand how you feel the same way about Jisung."

Minho's expression lightens a little bit. "You do?"

"Of course." You smile up at him softly and lean up to press a lingering kiss to his lips. "And I promise, I will take good care of him, okay? Because no matter what you think, I care about Jisung too."

Minho smiles gently, and gives you another kiss. "I know you do, baby. Thank you."

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"Fuck, I'm tired." You stretch, pushing the blanket off of your lap and standing, grabbing the pizza box to throw it away.

Jisung looks up from where he's sitting on the opposite end of the couch, controller still held in his hand, eyes wide.

"Really? You sure you don't want to go another round?" Something mischievous glints in his eyes and he smirks at you. "Or are you scared I'll kick your ass again?"

"You couldn't kick my ass if you tried., Han Jisung." You retort back, sticking your tongue out at him. "But it's also one AM, and I haven't stayed up this late since I was in college."

Jisung grins back, bounding up to help you throw away the take out containers and soda cans.

"Well then, time for you to live a little."

"Jisung-" You start to sigh, throwing away the empty pizza box and turning to face him.

Your words die on your tongue at how close he is, you hadn't realized he'd come up right behind you while you were talking.

Your nose is almost brushing the tip of his.

Something weird swarms in the pit of your stomach as you stare into his large, dark eyes.

"Yes?" He questions back with the hint of amused innocent, his eyebrow ticking upward as he stares at you, staring at him.

You open your mouth to say something, anything-you should back up a few feet, or a hundred, I should go to bed right this goddamn instant-but nothing comes out.

Jisung cocks his head, and then he takes a step back, something unreadable going across his face as he laughs a little and finally drops your gaze.

"Yeah, you're probably right." He acquiesces, still not looking at you, the air between you awkward now. "It's late. We should hit the hay."

The forced casualness in his voice has something heavy settling into the pit of your stomach.

"Yeah, yeah-" You stumble over the words, desperate to get out of the kitchen and away from him suddenly. You skirt along the wall, trying to increase the space between you as you give him a forced smile. "-see you in the morning, Jisung."

Jisung opens his mouth, as if he's about to say something more, but you hightail it out of the kitchen and down the hallway to your room, locking the door before you can give yourself the chance to find out what it was.

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You don't know how long you've been asleep when you're woken by a thud against the wall Minho's room shares with Jisung's, and the sound of something, or multiple somethings, crashing to the floor.

You give your heart a moment to stop pounding in your chest, listening for any more sounds, and when you don't hear anything, you creep from Minho's bed and down the hall.

Standing outside Jisung's still closed door, you hesitate only briefly, before you raise your fist and knock softly.

"Jisung?" You call out quietly, waiting for a response. When there is none, you try again. "Jisung?"

There is the sound of shuffling from inside, and then it falls silent again.

Gathering your courage, you push open the door silently, and stare into the darkened room, letting your eyes adjust for a moment.

There's Jisung's bed-empty-his bedside table-clear of all items, including his lamp and alarm clock, now in a pile on the floor-and then-

"Jisung." You whisper, and without thinking, you hurry across the small room, crouching down in front of him.

He's huddled in the corner farthest from the bed, his comforter pulled up like a hood around his head, curled in on himself for safety.

You can tell, even in the lack of light, that his knuckles are white where they hold the blanket too tightly against his body.

"Jisung." You repeat, because it's the only thing you can think to say in this moment. You cautiously reach forward to touch his hand. "Are you okay?"

He stares at you for a moment, as if confused that you're here, in his room, in front of him, and then he shakes his head, as if to clear his brain of unwanted thoughts, and gives you the fakest half smile you've ever seen.

"Y-yeah-" He stutters out, eyes large and dark and a little too shiny in the dark.

You close your fingers around his own, and his entire body shakes beneath your touch.

"You're trembling." You murmur worriedly, watching the way his muscles shudder beneath the safety of the blanket, as if his body is in fight or flight.

It probably is from what Minho had said.

"It's an after effect." Jisung mumbles back, dropping his gaze from your own now, as he stares at your hand still covering his own. "Of the nightmares."

You feel helpless, crouched before him, unsure of what to do, watching him shatter before your eyes.

You swallow, and reach up your fingers to shove aside some of his thick dark hair, damp with sweat, from his eyes, and he stares at you for a moment, expression doubtful.

"What can I do?" You ask in a whisper, scooting a little closer to him, pressing your thigh up against his, hoping the bodily contact will comfort him a little. "Minho didn't tell me how he usually helps, but-"

Jisung's eyes widen a little, his lips pulling down into a grim line. "Minho told you he helps me with the nightmares?"

You give a little shrug of your shoulder, confused. "Well, yeah, he wanted to make sure I knew what to do while he was gone. And he cares about you."

Jisung stares a little longer, and then he looks away, clearing his throat.

Slowly, one by one, his fingers uncurl from around the blanket.

"I think I'm okay now." He admits softly, a slight wobble in his voice that belies his lie. "But, if you could just sit with me for a little bit? So I'm not alone?"

He glances back to you hopefully and you instantly nod, sliding so your back is against the wall beside his, body pressed close.

"Of course I can, Jisung. Always."

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The next night, the nightmares are worse.

You're woken up by the sound of terror, and without having to think, your feet fly down the hallway and into Jisung's room, finding him writhing on the bed, tangled in his blankets.

"Jisung, Jisung!" You shake him a little, trying to pull him back from the brink of his own mind.

He stops writhing, staring at you blankly-or through you more accurately-and the dead expression on his face and in his dark, usually expressive eyes scares you.

Without thinking, you climb into the bed and lie on top of him, pressing your body heavily down onto his own.

You'd read somewhere that having another person's body weight on top of you helps with panic attacks, so why not nightmares?

You're out of your depth, you don't know what the hell you're doing, but you have to do something, have to bring Jisung back.

"It's okay." You whisper, reaching up to cautiously start stroking his hair. "It's okay. I'm here. You're here."

Jisung's muscles are tense beneath your own, his whole body still shuddering from the after effects of the horrible nightmare, but slowly, beneath the weight of your own, the violent shudders die down to silent trembling.

"It's okay." You just keep murmuring over and over and over, like a mantra, filling the space between the two of you. "It's okay."

Jisung takes in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your own, and carefully, you raise your head, meeting his gaze, your fingers stilling their movements on his hair.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs out, voice hoarse and shaky, a single tear creeping from the corner of his eye and down his cheek.

"Don't be sorry." You reply back softly, resuming your combing of his hair and he leans into the touch, like a cat seeking the security of affection. "It's not your fault."

"Yeah, but Minho, and you-" Jisung starts, taking in a shuddering breath, his body convulsing beneath your own.

"Care about you a whole fucking lot." You finish for him resolutely, daring to come up on your elbows now that the majority of his shuddering has worn off, meeting his gaze firmly. "You have nothing to apologize for. We wouldn't be here if we didn't want to be."

Jisung holds your gaze for another moment and then nods, looking away. "Okay."

"Okay." You repeat, before you suddenly realize that your body is still flush with Jisung's. You shove yourself up on your hands, face going hot. "If you're okay then-"

Panic comes across Jisung's face and you freeze, his body once again going instantly tense beneath your own as he grabs your upper arms in a vice like grip.

"Please don't leave."

You stare down at him, pleading silently with you with large, dark, scared eyes, and you finally nod, settling back down on top of him again, elbows propping you up so you can see his face.

"Okay, I won't."

You study him for a moment in the dark, the slope of his nose, the full swell of his bottom lip, the doe eyes hidden beneath long, dark hair.

Without really considering, you reach out and trace his lips softly with the pad of your thumb.

Jisung freezes beneath the touch, and you feel your cheeks heat once more as you move to pull away.

"I'm sorry-"

Jisung's fingers loop around your wrist, keeping you in place, your fingers hovering just over his mouth. His lips part, and you can feel the warmth of his breath wash over your fingertips.

The sensation sends a tingle down your spine.

"You make me want things I can't have."

His voice is so soft that you think you've misheard him, and confusion washes across your face, the words jostling together in your brain in a way that doesn't make sense.

Maybe he's talking about you and Minho? About a relationship?

"What? Me and Minho?" You question back dumbly, still trying to piece together what he's just admitted to you.

"Yeah." Jisung says softly, gaze still never leaving your own, breath still washing over your fingers. "You. And Minho."

There's something behind the words, the way he repeats it after you, and suddenly, it clicks into place.

You laugh a little, you can't help it, and Jisung looks caught off guard.

"Jisung." You say his name like a sigh, like you're releasing a secret you've kept for ages. "All you have to do is ask him. Minho fucking loves you. I've known forever, but I've been waiting for him to bring it up."

Jisung's eyes grow wider. "Minho loves me?"

You nod. "Yeah." Something quiet and sad colors your tone as you stare at him, the boy you both secretly want, the boy Minho could have if he just said the word. It's not so simple for you. "I see it in the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you."

"And you're okay with that?" Jisung asks, slight doubt filtering into his tone.

You huff a laugh. "Yeah. I love Minho, and he loves me, but he also loves you, and I'm not opposed" You give him a slight smile. "I can share."

Jisung takes in your words for a moment, and then he releases his hold on your wrist, letting you sit up fully this time, scooting away from him on the bed.

He heaves himself up, untangling himself from the blanket. "What about you?"

His question catches you off guard, and you shrug slightly. "What about me?"

Jisung's face pinches slightly. "Well, I-"

You give a humorless little chuckle, glancing to him now. "You don't have to say it, Jisung. I don't have to be part of this equation. It's okay."

The words hurt your heart, but you remain stoic.

Jisung stares at you for a long, everlasting moment, and then he inches closer to you, taking your face in his hands in a bold move.

You suck in a surprised breath, but hold still as he studies you.

"I bet Minho likes kissing you."

You stare back at him, trying to puzzle out where this is going, but you're tired of thinking, so you just say back, "Yeah."

Jisung lets his thumb drop to trace your mouth, like you had done moments before to him, and his gaze falls to the part of your lips underneath his touch.

"And you like it when Minho kisses you."

You stare back at him, heat pooling in your stomach the longer the staring contest, the gentle touches, go on.

"Yes."

Jisung cocks his head, giving you a little knowing look, and then he leans forward, and it takes everything in you to freeze, as his lips brush across the column of your throat.

It's like electricity has shot through your entire body, igniting the warm pool in the pit of your stomach into something ravenous.

"Do you like it when he kisses you here?"

"Yes." You whisper back, and Jisung hums in acknowledgement, moving his lips lower against your skin, pulling your t-shirt to the side so he can press open mouth kisses to your shoulder.

"And here?"

"Mmhm." You murmur back,breathless.

Jisung glances up at you, a slight smirk pulling at his full mouth.

"And what does Minho like?"

"He likes-" You think for a moment, it's a hard feat with Jisung's lips on you. "-when I tangle my hands in his hair."

You let your hands slide into Jisung's thick, dark hair, tugging him closer to you, back up to your mouth, his lips hovering over your own.

"What else?" Jisung breathes out, his gaze flicking down to your tongue, darting out to wet your lips.

"He likes me in his lap." You murmur back, and before you can overthink it, you straddle Jisung on the bed, knees going down on either side of his hips, hands going to his shoulders.

Jisung leans back on his hands and he's staring up at you now with open hunger, pupils large and dark.

"And I bet you like it when he puts his hands here."

He lets his hands slip beneath your t-shirt, taking purchase on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

You nod, it's becoming harder to think the longer this little game goes on.

"I do."

Jisung hums, smirking up at you once more, tilting his head as he watches you.

"Although-" You tease, reaching out to play with them of his own t-shirt. "-he's usually not wearing so many clothes when we do this."

Jisung grins, and with one smooth movement, easily pulls his shirt off and over his head, tossing it to the floor.

"Better?"

"Much."

"What else?" Jisung prods, and you're more than happy to accept his challenge.

"He likes when I kiss him-" You lean in, and after a breath's hesitation, press your mouth over Jisung's.

Fuck, he tastes amazing, and he's so pliable, so responsive, sliding his tongue in between your lips almost instantly, making you gasp into his open mouth.

You pull back, just a sliver, just enough to say, "-and when I use teeth."

You lean back into him, and suck his full bottom lip between your teeth, letting them graze the plush skin slowly as you release your hold.

Beneath you, Jisung shudders in response, and you can feel him hardening beneath you.

"I bet he likes when you're a tease." Jisung replies breathlessly when you pull back, pupils large and dark, lips red and slick. "So fucking hot."

"He does." You smirk, arching a brow. "And he also likes when I grind down on him."

You give him your weight then, lowering yourself fully into his lap, grinding your hips on him, and Jisung groans, throwing his head back, as his eyes roll back into his head.

"Fuck-" His hands on your hips pin you down, stopping your movements, and he pants for breath for a moment before opening his eyes, his expression hot.

"You like feeling him, like feeling what you're doing to him."

His words send molten heat straight between your thighs, and you whine a little at his hold, pinning you in place.

Jisung smirks, releasing you, before he reaches to slip off his sweats.

Your mouth waters as he's bared completely before you.

You've never stripped out of your own clothes so fast.

Moving back to straddle him, Jisung groans at the feel of how wet you are against his skin.

His fingers go back to bruising your hips, and his own buck up beneath you.

"God, I bet he loves feeling you, seeing you take him."

You nod, manuevering yourself, and stare down at him for a moment, the large dark doe eyes, the slight pant of his open lips.

Jisung is fucking pretty.

But you knew that already.

"He does." You confirm, voice breathy, as you feel him against you. "But he likes it most when I take him all at once."

Without warning, you sink down, and Jisung's eyes once again disappear into the back of his skull.

His fingers grip you painfully, and you whimper, but it's a sound of pleasure, as he groans and focuses back on you, leaning up to capture your lips in a bruising kiss as he starts to move.

"Fuck, Jisung-" You gasp out, stars bursting before your vision.

The second his name leaves your lips, you freeze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Don't." Jisung growls, tugging you in for another rough kiss, his words and breath searing your skin. "Don't ever apologize for saying my name. I want to fucking hear it on your lips for the rest of my life."

He lifts his hips against your own, kissing you hard, and you gasp, and you know, there's no going back now, not ever.

"Jisung."

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You're lying next to Jisung in the small space of his twin bed, staring at the ceiling, completely and utterly spent.

Your body is deliciously sore, and his hand in your own is a comforting weight.

You can't help the small smile that crosses your lips as you hear him shift beside you.

There's a flare of guilt deep in your gut, but you shove it down to deal with later.

"Hey." Jisung whispers, rolling over to flop his arm across your bare waist and brush his lips across your neck.

You meet his gaze. "Hey."

He smiles shyly at you, fingers playing with your own.

"I think Minho really likes you."

You stare at him, a small smile crossing your own lips. You lean forward to press a kiss to the corner of his heart shaped mouth.

"I think I really like him too."

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You're drinking coffee at Jisung and Minho's small kitchen table when Minho gets home, tossing his work bag onto the couch and coming directly for you.

"Hey, baby." He leans down behind your chair, encircling you with his arms, and you smile, tilting your head back so he can reach your lips.

"Hey."

"I missed you." He nuzzles his nose into your cheek, and you give a little laugh.

"I'd forgotten how clingy you get after a work trip, Lee Minho." You tease, reaching up to brush hair back from his forehead as you give him another quick kiss. "I missed you too."

"Watch it." Minho growls teasingly, tickling you before he gives you another kiss and straightens up.

Jisung appears then, headed directly for the cabinet for his own mug to fill with coffee.

"Hey, where's my hello kiss?" He pouts, staring at Minho, as he fills up his coffee and comes to sit beside you at the table.

Minho arches a brow and stares him down. "Do you deserve one?"

Jisung gives him a sweetly innocent smile. "Always."

You swallow a too large gulp of your hot coffee, and suddenly wonder when you should break the news to the man now getting his own glass of the morning beverage.

Luckily, Minho beats you to the punch.

"So." He says casually, leaning against the counter and glancing between the two of you, sipping from his mug. "Did you two finally fuck then?"

You choke on the liquid in your mouth, and Jisung promptly spits his own mouthful of coffee across the table in a fine spray.

"What?" You both shriek at the same time, staring at Minho.

He appears completely nonplussed, holding both of your astounded gazes with nothing more than a shrug.

"The two of you. Did you finally get over your weird stubborn guilt complexes and fuck?"

You stare at him like he's grown a second head.

Jisung narrows his eyes from across the table, staring down your boyfriend.

"Wait-" His voice grows with disbelief. "-did you plan this?"

Minho gives another little shrug, but there's a smirk on his lips that he hides behind his coffee mug as he takes another sip.

"I did have a work trip. Just turned out the timing was impeccable."

"I cannot believe you." You gasp out, feeling a mixture of outrage and relief all at once.

Minho knows. He knows, and he's okay with it. Actually, more than okay, he'd been gunning for this to happen by the looks of it.

Minho grins, flashing sharp teeth.

"C'mon, baby. You and Jisung are too stupid and loyal to figure it out on your own. I needed to give you a little push."

"But-" You splutter out, trying to decide if you should take offense at his words and punch him or promptly cross the kitchen and kiss him. "-you're one to talk! You've been in love with Jisung for forever!"

"Yeah!" Jisung points at you, as if you've made a hell of a point, and then to Minho. "When were you gonna make a move, hyung?"

"Han Jisung." Minho says sternly, pinning the other man beneath his gaze. "I don't give up sleep for just anyone."

Minho puts his empty coffee cup in the sink and crosses to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, still staring at Jisung.

"Look, I needed the two of you to figure it out on your own, but I also needed to orchestrate it so you both knew I wasn't upset. Quite the contrary actually." He smirks and puts a hand under your chin, raising your gaze to his. "You have my blessing."

"I'm literally so pissed right now. You're an asshole, hyung." Jisung mutters, glaring at your boyfriend, tapping his finger on the table. "But that's also so fucking hot."

You swallow beneath Minho's hand, and he notices, smirk growing wider.

"I hate you."

His brow ticks upward. "No, you don't."

You sigh. "No, I don't."

"So." Minho releases you and tilts his head toward his discarded luggage on the couch. "Unpacking can wait. Care to show me what the two of you figured out while I was gone?"

[pleasanttaleswithkaityb]

Welcome back to Pleasantview!

Beneath the tranquil surface of picket fences and suburban bliss lies a tapestry of intrigue and drama. The Caliente sisters bring a touch of spice to town, while the enigmatic disappearance of Bella Goth still haunts us. Love is in the air as Cassandra and Don prepare to tie the knot, and Dina and Mortimer take their relationship to the next level. The Burbs are back, seeking a fresh start, and the Ramirezes have just opened a furniture store that's all the rage. Young love blooms between Angela Pleasant and the notorious Dustin Broke, while an unexpected pregnancy shakes Brandi's world. Darren struggles with his art, Lilith seeks solace with Dirk, and Daniel and Mary-Sue Pleasant's picture-perfect life hides secrets. Dive into the drama of Pleasantview, where every family has a story to tell. Learn more about me and my blog under the cut!

Hi! I'm Kaity B (she/her), a 29-year-old Simmer from the USA, and I'm so excited to share my Pleasantview adventures with you! Whether you're new to The Sims or a long-time fan, this post will give you a warm welcome and a helpful guide to my Simblr.

The Charm of Pleasantview 🏡✨

Pleasantview is a neighborhood filled with intriguing stories and beloved characters. My storytelling picks up right after the scripted events of The Sims 2, which set the stage for all the drama and excitement. If you're new to The Sims 2, these scripted events are pre-set scenarios that create a rich backdrop for your gameplay. Here’s a quick rundown of where things stand and what you can expect in my Pleasantview:

The Lothario Household: Don Lothario is a notorious womanizer caught in a love quadrangle with Cassandra Goth, Nina Caliente, Dina Caliente, and Kaylynn Langerak. His upcoming wedding to Cassandra is full of doubts and complications.

The Goth Family: Mortimer Goth is recovering from his wife's disappearance by dipping his toes back into a committed relationship. His daughter Cassandra is engaged to Don Lothario, and his son Alexander is growing up quickly in a house full of secrets.

The Caliente Sisters: Dina and Nina Caliente have recently arrived in Pleasantview under mysterious circumstances. Dina's aim is to marry rich, while Nina seeks excitement. Their arrival coincides with the disappearance of Bella Goth, adding to the town's intrigue.

The Pleasant Family: Daniel and Mary-Sue Pleasant are struggling with their marriage. Mary-Sue recently caught Daniel cheating with the maid, Kaylynn Langerak. Their twin daughters, Angela and Lilith, are constantly at odds.

The Broke Family: Brandi Broke is dealing with the recent death of her husband, Skip, and the challenges of raising her sons, Dustin and Beau, on her own. An unexpected pregnancy adds to her struggles.

The Dreamer Household: Darren Dreamer is a widower and struggling artist, trying to make ends meet while raising his teenage son, Dirk. He's also harboring a secret crush on Cassandra Goth.

The Burb Family: John and Jennifer Burb have returned to Pleasantview with their daughter Lucy, seeking a fresh start in the town where they grew up.

The Ramirez Family: Checo and Lisa Ramirez have just opened a new furniture store in Pleasantview, hoping to achieve the Simtopia dream while raising their daughter, Tessa.

New neighbors should start with the Lothario Household or Fall 1 to dive right into the action! From there follow my list of the household here or on the main page! Remember to scroll to the bottom as tumblr doesn't post chronologically!

These events are the springboard for all the stories and dramas that unfold in my Pleasantview. Now, let's dive into the details!

My Gameplay Style 🎮

Inspiration & Credit

A heartfelt thanks to @pleasantsims! Your creative flair and stories have reshaped my love for The Sims. I'm here to spread that joy and inspiration further. IYKYK!

Rotational Play

Rotational play is a gameplay style where I switch households every in-game week, giving each household 7 days per season. This way, I can keep their stories fresh and unexpected. Unlike the legacy challenge, where you focus on a single family through multiple generations, rotational play allows you to explore and develop multiple families and their stories simultaneously. This method ensures that every family in Pleasantview gets attention and their stories interweave, creating a dynamic and interconnected neighborhood.

To keep up with all the household stories, I use a detailed tagging system on my blog:

#welcome to pleasantview! - Start here for an overview and general information about my gameplay style.

#pleasantview legacy - Includes every story piece of content for every household.

Household Tags - Follow each family's saga. The tags are listed in the order I rotate households: #the lothario household, #the goth household, etc.

Seasonal Tags - Prefer a seasonal approach? Each tag gathers all events within that time frame across all households: #fall 1, #winter 1, #spring 1, #summer 1. Our neighborhood stories begin in fall 1!

Individual Sim Insights - Deep dives into each Sim's life: #get to know the sim, #meet the neighbors.

Special Moments - Celebrations and cameos: #pleasantview birthdays, #pleasant cameos, #strange cameos.

Recaps and Chronicles - Quick catch-ups on each household's latest season: #lothario recap, #goth recap, etc.

Behind the Scenes - Insights into the creative process: #behind the scenes with kaity b.

Community Hub - Interact, ask questions, and become a part of Pleasantview: #ask kaity b! & #kaity b answers, #kaity b resources, #kaity b reblogs, #kaity b saves for later.

Games and Interactions - Fun activities for neighbors: #hey neighbors, #tag game, #emoji ask games.

This system helps you easily find the content you're interested in and follow the storylines that captivate you the most.

Wants-Based Gameplay

Wants-based gameplay means that my Sims' desires drive their stories. In The Sims 2, Sims have specific wants and fears that influence their behavior and mood. I focus on fulfilling their wants, which adds a layer of depth and unpredictability to their lives. By prioritizing their aspirations and fears, I let autonomy stir up some delightful chaos along the way, making the storytelling more organic and engaging.

The Sims 2 Vibes

I've modded my game to mirror the feel of The Sims 2, including aspirations, hobbies, and those quirky chance cards. Dice rolls and creative twists keep things interesting. All stories kick off post-scripted events. In my neighborhood, Don and Cassandra are married, Dina and Mortimer eloped, and Daniel... well, let's say he's had better days.

Resources 📚

Check out these posts for more about how I set up my game to play rotationally and mod recommendations!

How I set up my in-game settings

My MCCC settings

Townie/NPC management

Mods rec list for whims and personality overhaul

My tagging system / how to navigate my blog

Feel free to send me an ask or message if you have questions about my settings, notice that something clashes, or have your own resources or suggestions!

What to Expect from My Blog 🌟

✨Mature Content Alert: This blog is best suited for those 18+ as I am an adult.

✨Creator Credits: While I can't recall every mod, I'm always open to "Where Can I Find?" questions. Huge thanks to our creative community!

✨Sim Stories Galore: This space is dedicated to my Sim tales and related content.

✨Community Interaction: Got questions or thoughts about my game or Sims? Feel free to reach out! Your enjoyment of my stories makes this all worthwhile.

✨Sharing is Caring: Feel free to reblog and engage. Your support means the world!

✨Community Guidelines: Please keep interactions Sims-related. Off-topic outreach will be blocked. Y'all know exactly what bots I'm talking about -_-

✨No Pressure Zone: I won't adhere to a strict posting schedule to avoid burnout. Sometimes, even a Simmer needs a Sims break!

Thank You!

Thank you for your likes and follows and for joining me on this journey. Wishing you a pleasant day in your own Sim adventures, and welcome to the neighborhood!

[sleeping-diary-the-fic]

Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)

Chapter 6:  I candy-cane do it, no problem!

First Previous

The sun shined through the branches, weaving light patterns into the fabric of the blanket. Berlingot’s eyes followed the moving curves of the pierced shadow from his spot, curled up around two cushions.

He spent a while talking with Orchid about their experiments results before sleeping and now exhaustion clinged to him.

Getting up seemed like an impossible task.

Marianne left long before he woke and he considered waiting for him in this very position. Hopefully, his brother would come around midday and he wouldn’t be left to rot until night.

A leaf twirled by and continued dancing further down the hill, under the authoritarian fingers of the wind.

His left foot twitched.

Or.

He could attempt to contact Orchid again, maybe try to coax out some answers out of the stranger ? Stranger was certainly the word… The faceless words weren’t giving him much to work with but the more they conversed, the more oddities kept piling up.

Who was Orchid ? What was Orchid ? Where was Orchid ? What was hiding Orchid ? 

Many questions without answers, yet.

He took the time to do Orchid’s experiments, surely it was only fair he got to experiment some as well.

On these thoughts, Berlingot stretched his body until his fingers brushed against the diary’s cover and turned around to get in a position better suited to write.

A few pages were turned and he settled to start a new discussion.

With what pen ? 

Grumbling, the guardian removed a shoe and felt the ground with his toes until he bumped against his pen and, in a very swift way if he dared to say, made it jump right into his hand.

With the pen successfully retrieved, he concentrated once again on his task. : see what he could gather about his pen pal without getting a "don’t worry ‘bout it" in answer to his inquiries.

"Hi there ! Would you like to play a game ?"

The answer was startling fast.

"What do you have in mind ?"

Berlingot thumped his legs against the ground, relishing in the feeling of the fluff parts of his pants hitting the surface. That was going to be fun !

"What about 21 questions ?"

"21 ? Isn’t it "20 questions" usually ?"

"Not this version."

"What are the rules… ?"

"We ask a question turn by turn and if you don’t want to answer, you have a penalty!"

"What ‘bout the 21st ???"

"The one who answered the most gets to choose the last but we both need to answer it."

"Uh."

"Is that a « yes, absolutely, it’s a fantastic idea » or a «when are we starting this awesome game ?"

He, for sure, was glad the other could not see how big he was smiling at the idea of playing this game with someone (other than Marianne).

"I… guess I don’t have anything betta to do ?"

"Betta ?"

"Better. Also didn’t we already kinda did that already… I mean asking and answering questions of each other."

"It is not the same, this is a game !"

And before anything else could be added, he furiously scribbled again.

"I’m starting ! It is my game after all. No lying and cheating obviously.

1-You mentioned a brother, what is his name ?"

"Pass."

Berlingot frowned, was that that hard of a question ? Oh, well.

"Starting from now, you are banned from using the first person, you must only talk using the 3rd singular !"

He giggled, how proud of this one he was !

"He doesn’t like it but he will obey his majesty’s rules."

So it was a he ! Progress !

"2- Orchid would like to know what time it is for you ?"

Why would he ask that ? His hand twisted and made the pen a few times before he stared at the sun and answered.

"Midday will be here in less than two hours, I think. 

3-Are you a furry monster ?"

"Quite the contrary, I don he doesn’t even have skin on his bones. However this monster has a funny bone !"

So he was a monster, a bony one ? Or was that an exaggeration ? How were the odds there were close in appearance if not in nature.

"4-Why the name Berlingot ? Is it your birth name or did you choose ?"

Berlingot’s tip of his thumb gripped the paper hard enough to break.

"I will pass this one."

"Time to write with your other hand !"

A small doodle of what he thought was a smiley face was added to the words. Just a circle with two dots and a curve and a small inverted v in the middle. It was a skeleton face!

Berlingot absent-mindely switched writing hand as the gears turned fast.

"What a pity I’m ambidextrous, isn’t it ?"

And that was the truth ! He only wrote slightly less well on the right side.

"Shucks"

"I will not ask what you meant, I think I got the gist of it. 5-Do you have a favorite color ?"

"I do. AH ! Gotcha."

"Well played but you forgot your penalty, dear companion."

And he traced a small face next to it, winking.

" …He does. 6-Are you a skeleton monster as well ?"

So he guessed right, Orchid was a skeleton monster. He idly wondered about if the fact he was a guardian spirit and the other was a monster gave them clear distinctive appearance features. Skeleton monsters were rare and none were living in the village so far. His thoughts turned and curled for a minute before he answered.

"That is a half-yes, here."

"How could it be half ? Which half ? It was a very yes or no question ? Tell him."

"I am skeleton-shaped, at least. However, sir, that is no longer your turn ! 7-Are orchids your favorite flowers ?"

"You lost him there but he will leave that alone for a moment. Yes and no, he does like them a lot but he will always keep a certain fondness for echo flowers, especially the few mutated ones who echoe weirdly or are a shade darker. If you find one in a patch of flowers, deems you lucky, the mutation’s causes are still a mystery and it occurs rarely."

"I do not know what echo flowers are..."

"I… see. 8-Do you have a favorite flower beside your apple’ magic ones ?"

"Maybe daisies ?"

And like the two continued their chit-chat, not many questions were avoided but it became clear that neither fully wanted to share their private life to the other. Or specifically, Orchid seemed to avoid questions on his very situation and family and Berlingot wasn’t quite eager to elaborate on some parts of his daily life as well.

The last question came as a relief, somehow.

They argued on who answered the most for a hot minute but Berlingot won the honor (as it should).

Writing the question took him longer than it would usually, given he was writing using his feet, going from right to left and switching all « r » to « w ».

"Do you want to be fwiends ?"

And to that, answered the other, carefully writing his sentence in the shape of a flower and capitalizing every word (as per his lost) :

"He Would Like To. What About You ?"

"I would not mind as well."

End of chapter 6! Go to chapter 7?

Dreamtale belongs to @/jokublog Berlingot and Orchid belong to me

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

[simstopiaa]

Simstopia Legacy Challenge

🌟 Introducing the Simstopia Legacy Challenge! 🌟

Embark on a remarkable journey through generations in The Sims 4. In this legacy, you'll craft a family saga filled with triumphs, trials, and the pursuit of dreams in just 5 generations.

From the humble beginnings of a wallflower's aspirations to the dazzling heights of fame, experience the intricate tapestry of lives interwoven by destiny. Generations will rise and fall, each bearing the mark of the stars and their unique aspirations.

You'll navigate through triumphs and tribulations, building a legacy that echoes through time. Will you nurture relationships, celebrate fame, or find solace in a quieter life? The choices you make will shape the legacy that unfolds.

Starting Out:

Create a new household with a female sim and male sweetheart for Generation 1 (You may begin the challenge as teens if you prefer!)

Place them on a 20x20 lot or smaller in the Copperdale neighborhood

Set their starting funds to $3000

Play at whatever lifespan you prefer for your gameplay

Only have to finish or max a requirement if specifically stated

Only have to move or stay put, if explicitly stated

Get Famous, High School Years, Parenthood, and Spa Day are required for the challenge

Tag #SIMSTOPIALEGACY so we can enjoy your gameplay!

**Generation 1** The Resilient Vintner

In the shadows of high school hallways, you were a wallflower with dreams as vibrant as the grapes that would one day fill your winery. The quiet corridors couldn't contain your aspirations, nor could they mask the spark within. A nice boy, a rarity in your world of introverted thoughts, shattered your timid facade, and together you danced through the corridors of your dreams.

Life spun its web, and as young adults, a surprise awaited in the form of impending parenthood. Two heartbeats echoed in your third trimester, a symphony of life that harmonized with your fears and hopes. But then, like a cruel twist of fate, the same boy who had chipped away your shyness disappeared, leaving you heartbroken and resolute.

Determination carved its path through your life like vines in a well-tended garden. You donned the role of both gardener and parent, nurturing both flora and fledgling hearts. Your hands learned the craft of winemaking, turning grapes into bottled poetry. With few friends, you showered your twins with all the love life could muster, becoming both their guardian and guiding star.

Nectar Maker Aspiration

Socially Awkward Trait

Perfectionist Trait

Good trait

Fall in love with high school sweetheart

Master gardening, nectar making, cooking & comedy

Accidentally fall pregnant with twins before adulthood (may cheat to achieve)

HS sweetheart dumps you and never meets your kids

Master gardening career

Never marry until your kids move out

Never have more children

**Generation 2**The Bartender's Sanctuary

In the shadow of a single mother's devotion, you and your twin were raised. But as your sibling basked in maternal admiration, you found solace in the independence born from abandonment. Academia was a breeze you barely entertained, for you knew you held an unspoken ticket to leniency. Graduation opened a door into the world of cocktails, a bartender's stage where you mixed spirits and stories, all while never leaving the refuge of your childhood haven.

Mixology became your symphony, crafting concoctions that spoke volumes in each glass. Charisma oiled the gears of social interaction, while video gaming and comedy painted your private world with laughter. Romantic dalliances played like fleeting melodies, each a brief verse before the chorus of commitment. And as the years unfolded, you embraced marriage and parenthood, your own family story beginning within the walls that sheltered your formative years.

Mixology Aspiration

Bro trait

Non-Committal Trait

Lazy Trait

Master mixology, charisma, video gaming & comedy

Don’t move out of your childhood home until marriage

Date at least 4 sims before marrying in adulthood

No children until you are married

Have at least 1 child

**Generation 3** The Musical Prodigy

The pulse of music coursed through your veins, setting your heart ablaze. From childhood, you were drawn to the siren call of melodies, a passion that flourished into an early graduation and an unswerving march into the arms of a musician's destiny. As an independent composer, the spotlight danced upon your creations, but it was a hit song that thrust you fully into its radiant embrace. An agent's proposition introduced you to a world of artificial romance, but destiny had other plans.

In a whirlwind of notes and heartbeats, careers and affections intertwined. Love bloomed like a wildflower in Del Sol Valley's fast lane, and soon your family mirrored the crescendo of your professional success. Your children would someday hear your music and know the rhythm of love that had brought them into the world.

Musical Genius Aspiration

Music Lover Trait

Outgoing Trait

Any Trait

Graduate HS early

Master violin, piano, singing & guitar

Become at least a 4 star celebrity

Reach level 5 musician career (may continue)

Marry someone famous & have a big wedding

Have 3 kids with spouse

Move to Del Sol Valley

License at least 6 songs at mailbox

**Generation 4** The Spoiled Celebrity

Fame wrapped its opulent arms around you from birth, a glittering cocoon that promised adoration at every turn. Spoils of privilege were your birthright, a captivating narrative spun from the union of famous souls. The camera's eye adored you, and the silver screen beckoned, a realm where you aimed to eclipse the legendary Judith Ward herself.

With the world as your stage, you carved your own narrative, masterfully delivering lines that echoed across generations. But amid the applause, the applause that never seemed to wane, love remained an elusive muse. The script of your life took an unexpected twist—an autonomous child conceived in a laboratory of scientific wonder. Yet, parenting was a role you played only in name, leaving the care of your creation to others while you reveled in the indulgences fame offered.

Actor or World Famous Celebrity Aspiration

Self Absorbed Trait

High Maintenance Trait

Materialistic Trait

Become a global superstar and earn a celebrity tile

Reach level 10 of acting career

Master acting, charisma, wellness, and singing

Earn a celebrity tile

Never marry, only date

Have a science baby alone as an adult

Have a very low relationship with your child

Hire a butler and keep a butler until you die

Throw many parties

**Generation 5** The Pursuit of Normalcy

A legacy of luminance cast long shadows, the weight of expectations heavy upon your shoulders. The camaraderie of fame beckoned, but your heart yearned for anonymity. Escaping the glare of Del Sol Valley's spotlight, you took flight to a new life, shedding the name that was once synonymous with stardom. In a tranquil town, you forged a life as a teacher, and love blossomed in the form of a local soul.

The bonds you nurtured were ones unshackled by fame's chains, each affectionate gesture a testament to your commitment to create a family in the purity of love, devoid of the opulence that once enshrouded you. Children filled your days with laughter, their lives woven into the tapestry of your own. The wounds of a past lived beneath the glare of the camera began to heal, and as the years flowed like a gentle stream, you found solace in the embrace of a life truly lived.

Big Happy Family Aspiration (Do NOT have to finish)

Family Oriented Trait

Bookworm Trait

Romantic Trait

Quit the spot light when you age up to a young adult

Move out of del sol valley as a young adult (may leave with $40,000)

Don’t have any good friends until you move out of del sol valley

Join the education career

Marry a local sim and have a small intimate wedding

Have at least 2 kids and have a good relationship with them

Master logic, cooking, baking, & parenting

Never speak to your parent again

[briarvalleyarchives]

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╰┈➤ ❝ as one of the oldest of the seven, the beautiful queen has left behind a flame of ambition and drive that can never truly be snuffed out. many children of man restlessly aim for a place in the sun; believing that, if they only work their hardest, they will surely be rewarded. ❞

[f.], [m.] → female / male reader respectively | [pl.] → platonic | [g.] → general / no reader | [sug.] → suggestive | [hc] → headcanons | [os] → oneshot | [sh.] → short scenario | [s.] → part of a series | [a.] → angst

ᴠɪʟ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴇɴʜᴇɪᴛ

3 halloween tales [a. | hc]

a brush away [os]

accidentally ignoring him [hc]

almost forgetting your birthday [hc]

amaranthine [os]

being re-incarnated into a new world as the bad guy [s.] [part 2] [side story]

brushing his hair [pl. | hc]

comforting him after his overblot + confession [hc]

dancing with him [hc]

distorted memories (dystopian au) [g. | a. | hc]

falling into his arms [hc]

finding doodles of him in his crush's notebook [hc]

finding out their s/o has cheated on them [a. | hc]

fluff alphabet: o [hc]

huli jing!reader x lover!vil [os | a.]

i want to hold the hand inside you [hc]

joining him in the hot springs [hc]

love languages [hc]

playing the pocky game with him [hc]

relationship headcanons [hc]

rivals to lovers au [hc]

s/o coughs up blood [hc]

s/o suddenly being transported back to their world [sh.]

study date [hc]

taking care of vil during halloween week [hc]

tall!mc who loves bear hugs [hc]

things to do with him [pl. or romantic | hc]

trivia headcanons [g.]

wedding headcanons [hc]

with a drunk s/o [hc]

with an s/o who has social anxiety [hc]

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11pm [os]

"could you say that again?” “eere you not listening?” “no I was, I just like hearing your voice." [os]

"get out of my head" [os]

being re-incarnated into a new world as the bad guy [s.]

brushing his hair [pl. | hc]

calling him cute [hc]

finding doodles of him in his crush's notebook [hc]

flower field date [hc]

forgetting your jacket and wearing someone else's [hc]

hit you once, hit you twice [os]

kissing his s/o [hc]

leaving a kiss mark on him...and how long it takes him to realize [hc]

love languages [hc]

playing the pocky game with him [hc]

reacting to a sudden ambush [hc]

tackling overworked s/o [hc]

s/o coughs up blood [hc]

with an mc who can mimic voices [hc]

with an s/o who has ptsd [hc]

with an s/o who is a writer [hc]

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a sight to behold [pl. or romantic | os]

adopting a pet with him [hc]

au where he plays twst [g. | hc]

cuddle time [hc]

easily flustered s/o [hc]

feral!mc ready to defend their man [hc]

finding out their s/o has cheated on them [a. | hc]

if only you had stayed [a. | pl. or romantic | hc]

late night driving [hc]

racoons interrupt your date [hc]

under the mistletoe with him [hc]

when he accidentally kabe-dons you [hc]

when he falls in love [hc]

when mc turns into a baby [hc]

[taesanemo]

BTS Sims 4 Legacy Challenge

Hi, I was browsing the Reddits and Tumblrs for legacy challenges (which are my favorite way to play The Sims) and I couldn't find any really good, long BTS challenges that cover all the eras and have the right amount of challenges for each generation—nothing too overwhelming to completely take away gameplay freedom, but also not so empty that it leads to boredom. I wanted something as elaborate as the Taylor's eras one. Since I couldn't find one and I've considered myself an hardcore ARMY for 6 years now, I decided this was a task for me! So here is the BTS Sims 4 Legacy Challenge. There will be 9 generations, but feel free to skip some if you want. Any changes to the challenge are also welcome! I chose 9 generations because anything less felt incomplete, and more than that is too much. The generations will be: The School Trilogy, Dark & Wild, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Wings, Love Yourself: Her, Love Yourself: Tear, Love Yourself: Answer, MOTS: Seven and BE. I choose to compact the school trilogy because it would be too repetitive if done one by one; hyyh pt1&2 and persona are too short and subsequent albums contain the same songs and follow, in a way, the same theme; proof was left out because it is basically a repackaging.

Rules:

The heir of each generation needs to aesthetically represent and behave according to the era they belong to. If you need references, here’s a folder with my favorite photos and concepts from the era: https://br.pinterest.com/taesanemo/bts-sims-4-legacy-challenge/

Part of the fun is the difficulty of earning money, especially in the early generations, so I strongly suggest taking on the extra challenge of Rags to Riches or accepting only the standard starting money in the game, but of course, it's up to you whether you want to use cheats or not! :)

Normal or long lifespan (good luck). In short mode, you can't enjoy the character for the time they deserve…

If you don´t have some packs that are needed for some traits or rules you can always adapt the rules to your gameplay<3

You must complete the aspirations and maximaze the habilities that are required

Have fun! Listen to the albums while you play, change the rules, and do whatever you want as long as it’s fun for you! :))

In case anyone is actually reading and playing this, my twitter is @soobinrock and all my other socials media are on my carrd binrockeng.carrd.co

First Generation: School Trilogy (2 COOL 4 SKOOL; O!RUL8,2?; SKOOL LUV AFFAIR)

Your sim doesn’t have a good relationship with their father. The pressure since childhood has driven them apart. The guardian insists that your sim study and become a doctor or a police officer to lift the family out of poverty, but your sim wants to create art. Art has always been their escape since childhood, and they feel they would never be complete without it. They despise school and all the social rules it enforces, loathing those who agree with them and those who remain silent. A rebellious soul, for sure. At the first opportunity, they will escape this rut and live the life they’ve always dreamed of!

Traits: Self-Assured, Art Lover/Music Lover, Loyal Aspiration: Musical Genius Career: Freelance Artist

Rules:

This generation peaks during adolescence and young adulthood: "We tell our story on behalf of those in their 10s and 20s."

Start the family with two sims: your main character and a legal guardian. This sim doesn’t need to be elaborate since you won’t be playing with them! They maintain a difficult relationship with your sim until death or your sim leaves.

You must attend school but never actually attend classes. Always neglect homework and any school activities; none of that matters. What you love to do is write/sing/DJ/dance—choose one!

Be active in the city's street art scene, preferably living in San Myshuno.

Have as many friends as you want, as long as they are all rebellious in some way like you.

Feel free to create rivalries with all figures of authority, such as principals, mayors, celebrities, etc.

Stay away from home whenever possible; you hate that environment.

Have two relationships during high school: one with the most popular person in school who dates you secretly, and after breaking up, they date someone more "acceptable." Then, have another relationship of your choice, but that one doesn’t work out either.

Drop out of school one week before graduation; that was your limit. Make money through your art and move to another city (if you have the Eco Lifestyle pack, that would be perfect). Once settled, finish your studies and apply to college. There, you will find your soulmate, who will be by your side until death do them part. Together, you have one child, and you raise them well—not in the way that typical people might consider good, but in a way you believe is right, and the results aren't horrible. You have a good relationship with your child, despite them being a bit… extreme.

You live the rest of your life dedicating yourself to your work, family, and friends. And although you may not be the model citizen, you feel that you’ve lived your life in the best way possible.

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Second Generation: DARK & WILD

People might think you live a careless life and don’t care about the responsibilities that come with your actions, but you don’t see it that way! What is life if not an opportunity to dive headfirst into the world without thinking? Your parents raised you with love, and that’s what you seek most in the world and in all people. It’s a shame that not everyone thinks like that… At some point, you end up becoming what everyone expected, perhaps it was a lost battle from the beginning.

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Lovebug, Hates Children Aspiration: Public Enemy Career: Criminal

Rules:

As a child, you are raised with encouragement to be who you want and to seek adventure, just like your parents always dreamed.

You must maximize your guitar and romance skills and complete the aspiration.

Just like your parents, you love music, and your guitar is your faithful companion throughout your life.

Your kleptomania starts in childhood; your entire life you try to control it, but in adolescence, you realize that even if it’s immoral, you can’t stop it. This is who you are.

You never had many friends, but in high school, you fall in love with your best friend, who is a completely maladjusted and complicated person. You live a tumultuous romance; even though this person hurts you, it seems you can’t help but love them.

Once you become adults, you and your partner move into an apartment (still in Evergreen Harbor if you have the pack), and one random night, they disappear. After a year, when you hear the doorbell and open the door, there are two infants, twins, and a note explaining that your ex-partner got involved in something dangerous and didn’t want to be around for your sake and the sake of the children, who apparently aren’t yours either…

When the children arrive, quit your job and live only off what you already have in your bank account.

Neglect the children and drown your sorrows in alcohol…

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Third Generation: The Most Beautiful Moment in Life

You grew up in what you like to call hell; your parents always despised you and your sibling, and they never even tried to keep you alive. So you were forced to mature very early. When things get really difficult, any sign of light can become everything to you. Perhaps that's why you love anyone who cares so intensely, and that is your biggest flaw… Despite this, the only thing you can do after the cards fall is to pick them up again.

Traits: Gloomy, Erratic, Jealous Aspiration: Soulmate Career: Freelance photographer

Rules:

You have a terrible relationship with your parent and, from a young age, you hasd to act as the adult in the house.

As a child, you meet someone who understands you and has a complicated life just like yours; you can't imagine being apart from them—they are your everything.

In your teenage years, you and your soulmate find more people and form a group of friends you trust. Despite everything you're going through, you experience a youth full of special memories with them.

A traumatic episode leads you to run away from home with your sister and your soulmate. You find a cheap container to live in.

You do what you can to survive. You start trying to make money from your passion for photography, and little by little, life continues.

At some point, your partner decides they want something more; that life isn’t for them, the city feels like a prison, and the only way out is to leave. This moment shatters your world—you can't imagine life without them, and you hit rock bottom.

Once the shock wears off, you realize you can't live like this anymore. You pack up what's important and move to a new place (if possible, Windenburg). There, you build a new cycle, meet incredible people, and gradually rebuild your life.

As an adult, you meet someone interesting. They aren't like you and they aren't perfect, but they are willing to be your partner, and you love them.

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Fourth Generation: WINGS

Perhaps you are truly bizarre and enigmatic, or maybe the unknown holds a delicious allure… The strange has always captivated you; the wrong beckons, and you have no desire to refuse. Obstacles mean nothing; you can fly—you are destined to fly.

Traits: Macabre, Art Lover, Paranoid Aspiration: Renaissance Sim Career: Reaper/Undertaker

Rules:

Embrace your strangeness in all aspects of your Sim’s life—personality, choices, relationships, and appearance.

Foster a deep bond with at least one parent; their love for you is unwavering, even if they struggle to understand you.

As a child, let playing the organ be your passion, as you grow explore a variety of unusual and unexpected hobbies.

You are impulsive, make surprising choices and handle their consequences with ease; little can shake you.

Throughout your youth, keep just one friend your age; your social circle otherwise consists of your parents and the wise elders in your neighborhood.

Whenever the opportunity arises, delve into the occult: explore Strangerville, uncover secret passages, indulge in the Life and Death and Supernatural packs, and immerse yourself in vampire lore.

As a young adult, you fall for the Grim Reaper (you decide how this fateful meeting occurs)… this forbidden love persists, even if you know its wrong.

Eventually, your sins come back to haunt you, leading to the loss of someone dear due to your dark pursuits (you choose how this unfolds).

In the aftermath, you step back from your wild ways, reassessing your choices. You realize that being different doesn’t mean you must be extraordinary; you can embrace your uniqueness without harming yourself or those around you. Maybe you can't touch the sky, but still, you want to stretch out your hand; you want to run just a bit more.

Complete your aspiration and cultivate three random skills, including Piano/Organ. You’ll decide whether to pursue another relationship, how to bring a child into the world, and if that child will be the product of your love with the Grim Reaper.

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Fifth Generation: Love Yourself: Her

You are captivated by the idea of love, something that has never been viewed positively in your family. Still, you are committed to changing that, to showing that love is what drives the world, that it’s written in the stars and part of who we are… "You know, I know… You are me, I am you."

Traits: Lovebug, Clumsy, Bookworm Aspiration: Freelance Botanist Career: Astronaut

Rules:

In this generation, there's no need to complete your aspiration (it will make sense in the storytelling).

During childhood and adolescence, you make many friendships, going out whenever you can. With your bubbly personality, you believe in the goodness of everyone.

You have a divided passion for both space and Earth; you love astrology and gardening—master these skills. As you reach adolescence, you begin to explore romance, deciding how to navigate it while always giving your all in your relationships.

Though you’re naturally popular and seem confident, you struggle with self-doubt. Your identity feels lost amid your purpose, ideals, and the image others have of you; you don’t truly know yourself.

As a young adult, you find yourself swayed by others’ opinions, abandoning one of your passions—gardening—to focus solely on becoming an astronaut, a career the is seen serious and respectable.

Astrology, once a joy, becomes a burden, and giving up gardening only adds to your stress. You come to loathe what you do. Near adulthood, you succumb to pressure and marry the worst relationship you’ve ever had, forming a "perfect family" that feels utterly false to you.

You spend the rest of your life crafting a deceptive image for others, clinging to the "what ifs" that could have changed everything.

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Sixth Generation: Love Yourself: Tear

Enough pretending; life isn’t a business. It’s time to stop suffering—you already know that feeling; it’s not innovative, and it doesn’t teach you anything new. It’s time to do what you love and be around those who deserve it.

Traits: Gloomy, Socially Awkward, Loves Outdoors Aspiration: Bestselling Author Career: Writer and Singer

Rules:

Just like your parents, you spent your childhood and half of your adolescence pretending to have a perfect life, acting in their pathetic little play.

In the middle of high school, the shock of one parent’s death (you can cheat a bit on this) throws the family into chaos, and you seize this opportunity to leave.

Despite distancing yourself from your family, your circle of relationships remains the same for a while, including a “perfect” relationship that falls apart when you decide to embrace the changes and be yourself.

This heartbreak hits you hard, and amidst a deep depression, you reflect on all the times you had to wear a mask, lie, withdraw, and act like someone you’re not, all for your family and some idiotic reason buried in your mind that forced you to participate in that farce.

You then decide to embark on a journey to discover who you truly are, independent of anyone else. The sadness has reached a point of boredom; you need to change.

Travel with your sim across various maps (or the ones you have), meet new people and explore new hobbies, and dive into game mechanics you’ve always been curious about. You are young, wild, and free!

Amidst your adventures, you discover new passions like singing, writing books, and living in the world without boundaries. And of course, you also find love with someone who, like you, has no grand dreams.

You both live the rest of your lives together as a family, traveling in a trailer you call home, singing in bars, writing novels, and savoring all that life has to offer.

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Seventh Generation: Love Yourself: Answer

You are an odd being, but you sure are yourself! And nothing in the world could change that. Soon in your life, you realize that even the most stable and positive people go through some things that can change them for life. You do not deny or reject when these times come, but you refuse to let them tell you how or who to be.

Traits: Outgoing, Self-Assured, Dance Machine Aspiration: Master Actor Career: Actor

Rules:

You grew up in a supportive family that, despite carrying some difficulties and a ton of generational trauma, always backed your choices and made sure you didn’t lose yourself to societal pressures.

During your family travels, when you stopped in Del Sol Valley, you fell in love with the star-studded lifestyle. The luxurious, colorful life filled with parties and people to share your moments with seemed like the perfect future, and it became your goal.

(If you don’t have the Get Famous pack, you can adjust this storytelling and the aspiration, etc., to another art form of your preference.)

When you reach your teenage years, your parents decide to settle in one city for a few years so that you can focus on your studies. During this time, you meet your platonic soulmate who shares the same dream as you.

When you graduate, you two decide to move to Del Sol Valley, and begin to build your careers.

You love dancing and parties, always attending them and maximizing your skills in dance and mixology.

At one of these parties, you fall in love and enter a complex romance that lasts longer than it should, but you soon realize it’s not working, and for the good of both, you decide to end it.

Over time, you realize that romantic love isn’t for you; you are happy just with the company of your friends and family! At the peak of your career, you and your platonic soulmate decide to build a family together (you can adopt or have a baby through IVF), and you enjoy everything that life, parties, and fame have to offer in a home filled with love, laughter, and color.

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Eighth Generation: Map of the Soul: 7

You were raised under the spotlight, while most people have to face external hardships and obstacles to achieve their dreams in life. You don’t have much to strive for; you are loved and have everything you need right at your fingertips. But your growing shadow swallows you and becomes a monster; your worst enemy is within you.

Traits: Loner, Neat, Gloomy Aspiration: Friend of the World Career: Actor/Dancer/Idol

Rules:

Despite not facing pressure from your family, you were a child prodigy. You felt it was your obligation to be extraordinary (maximize three types of art as a child and achieve academic excellence).

Even though you have all the talent you need, every time you had to showcase it, you couldn’t. You despise the people around you; they are all superficial and cruel.

In your teenage years, to survive in the industry your family is part of and get through high school, you create a persona. You force yourself to be a model of perfection and "altruism," shining like the biggest stars.

Throughout your life, you can have as many relationships as you want, but they are all superficial; you don’t have time for anything deeper.

When you become a young adult, things start to crumble. Your art no longer resonates with you, the people around you don’t really know you, and the need to withdraw only grows. You regret all the moments you shone. You become dark and empty, just a shell surviving on applause. You become arrogant and sad, and everyone notices your misery.

Around the same time, you fall deeply in love with someone, but your routine keeps you from being together, which breaks you.

With your last shred of sanity, you decide to abandon everything. You run away to the countryside with your love and embark on a journey to rediscover the simple joys of life, your art, and yourself.

(I highly recommend the K-Pop Star Mod by KawaiiStacie for this generation. The challenge involves many forms of art, but due to The Sims, this mechanic might have become repetitive by this point in gameplay. So, it would be nice to find a new way to achieve fame.)

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Ninth Generation: BE The idea of a new routine is frightening. Your little bubble is everything you have and everything you know. You don’t want to leave it behind, but when situations beyond your control force you out of that fantasy, you are compelled to face your new reality… after all, life goes on.

Traits: Generous, Geek, Family-oriented Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante Career: Engineer/Tech Guru

Rules:

Since you can remember, your family and you have been involved in the local community. You know everyone, spend your days in parks, squares, and shops, and all your friends are your neighbors. That place is very important to you and is part of who you are.

An unexpected aspect of your personality is that you love video games. You attend all the geek conventions and build robots and electronics as a hobby, even though you’re not very interested in the academic side of things.

At the end of your adolescence, your family experiences a tragedy, and you find yourself alone in the world. The local authorities send you away to live with your closest relative until you reach adulthood. You lost everything overnight, including yourself.

(Your Sim can only return to their hometown after they manage to buy their old house back from scratch, regardless of the cost.)

When you finally return, you realize that much has changed while you were away. Some of your friends have started families, others have moved away, and new people have joined the community. Some places have modernized, and most importantly… it wouldn’t be the same because your family isn’t there.

This shock is difficult to overcome, but with the resilience your parents taught you, you build new connections, establish a new routine, learn to appreciate change, and discover new passions.

You create a beautiful family, giving birth to some of your children and adopting others (you can choose how many). You work in fields you enjoy, experience love, and find true joy in doing good for your community.

[soooliviane]

My theory about Bella Goth's disappearance

Oh hell no, I can't see my wife while my eyes are closed…

Recently, I thought about numerous theories about why Bella Goth disappeared of Strangetown, and I actually have my own, let me tell ya.

First, i found 2 pretty famous theories:

- Bella Goth was abducted by aliens, under the order of the Caliente sisters and Don Lothario, was released in Strangetown, ran away to Lunar Lakes (Sims 3), had a girl there and died of old age.

- @alexplayssimsnstuff's post, here's the link

According to me, there are truths and wrongs in both theories. Let me start to explain.

About Morty and Bella

APS said that things were not going well between Mortimer and Bella because she was unfaithful (romance asp), because they can't belong together if we try to get Bella back, and because he quickly started to date Dina Caliente. Another thing, in the PSP game, Bella tells us that she married Morty only for his money and she stayed for free television (i don't know how to traduce that, in french we say "câble gratuit", she can watch premium channels on TV, for free).

I don't think so.

First, if she was unfaithful, Morty would have memories about it. If they were separated, Cassandra would remember this. I think Bella's romance aspiration should be interpreted as she is not interested in seduction but she loves her husband (look, she refused Don Lothario !)

About the whole "fighting" thing between them, I could have an explanation. I was inspired by the Deathly Hallows in HP, and particularly by the resurrection stone. The story says that when the sorcerer used the stone to bring back his loved one, she was there but distant, cold, because even if she was materially there, she wasn't belonging to the living ones' world. I think this could be the same for Bella. She is there, but her relationship with Morty is not anymore, and she can't rebound because she is not totally alive. The tombstone of L&D isn't a conventional way to resurrect sims. As you could read, I mean that Bella is dead.

Rare picture of Bella enjoying her "câble gratuit".

What about the "I married Morty for money and TV" thing ? Well, I can't believe that it's true. Remember that they were really friends since they were kiddos, they had so much in common like being paranormal lovers or their Hot Topic vibes. Let's look at the context of the revelation, she is horrified, she wants desperately to leave the city. She is even ready to give you a whole house for a few bucks ! Guys, she's not in her right mind, and I think we all would be like this if we were abducted by aliens, released in an unknown place where there are ghosts, monsters, zombies, a neighbour who kills her husband without being bothered and this freaking cop who eats trashy donuts.

So what about Nina, Dina and Don ?

Ding dong, here come the taxes !

The story of Dina and Nina calling their alien mates to get rid of Bella so Dina can seduce Morty and take all his money is extremely known by Sims 2 players. Buuut, there's something wrong in this theory. Yes, Dina and Nina are 25% aliens since their dad is born from an alien abduction. But the dad is actually more human than alien, and since he never met aliens again, how the girls are supposed to contact aliens ? Moreover, why would aliens keep contact with like ALL OF THEIR HYBRID BABIES ? Of course Dina is a fortune asp girlie but I don't think she could plot a way to get rid of Bella. Nah, I think it's just a matter of life in which Dina saw a good opportunity to earn more money (I don't think also that she killed Michael Bachelor, even if she cheated on him with Don, she was in love with him). My theory about that is that she was stucked with a lot of debts, and right after she heard about Bella's disappearance (according to me, this would not take long, even if Bella's brother is dead, she still is the only relative alive for the Goth family), she moved in Pleasantview, like a nasty parasite attracted by the smell of fresh flesh… 😈

POV : You're Don Lothario and you kinda miss your maid's work

What about Donnie, uh ? Well, let's take a look at his situation. Don work in medecine career as an intern (pray for every poor girl this gross man was "treating"…), so he makes almost 600§ a day. He is NOT poor at all. And since he doesn't aspire to money but romance, why would he marry a rich girl just for the money and make more difficult for himself to hook up around ? Being engaged to Cassie is literally a bad memory !! So why did he proposed ? Well, you can see that dear Donnie and Cassie haven't ever "played doctors", surely because Cassie wants to wait for after marriage, and Don is bitchy enough to marry Sandra, or just engage, just to put her in his hunting table.

Soo, what i'm tryna say is that Dina and Don (yep, because Nina has nothing to gain from this so i don't think she's involved), at the beginning, didn't have any intention of hurting Bella. But, now that they are into their own plans, Bella reappearing would be catastrophic for them. Not only because she would return to her place in her household and in Morty's heart, but also because she could ruin Don's relationship with Cassie with these few words : "He tried to F me first". In conclusion, if Bella returned to Pleasantview, Donnie and Dina would seriously have to get rid of her immediately.

If the guilty isn't Morty, Don or Dina, who abducted Bella ??

Easy question, I'll give an answer very quickly : Aliens

Aah, the sweet taste of deception, but wait, the tea is boiling.

But let's take things as they are. Bella was fascinated by paranormal since her childhood. And fun fact, with Sims 3 Generation, if we try to ask her to go to prom with her, she can refuse, saying that aliens may abduct her.

Bella is a very gorgeous, smart and charismatic woman, it's totally understandable that aliens would want to abduct her and mix their genes with her perfect ones. If I was an alien I would totally want to abduct her (yep, she was one of my first lesbian character crush, who else ??). So, that night Bella disappeared, she was just looking at the stars with Don's telescope and *BAMF* alien abduction, babe ✨

If she was simply abducted by aliens, why she can't go back? Why she is in Strangetown? Why the hell did you say that she's dead ?

Well, you know that there are actually two Bella Goth. One from Pleasantview that is missing. AND one in Strangetown, as a townie, and quite different than the first one.

Indeed, this one has no memories, a different face AND a mess around her name.

If in the original version and a lot of traductions, Pleasantview Bella and Strangetown Bella both share the same name, there are 3 versions where her identity is changed.

- In French, where Pleasantview Bella Goth is "Sonia Gothik", Strangetown Bella Goth is named "Kathy Lalouche" (French version of Kitty Curious, the mother of Pascal, Vidcund and Lazlo). Same thing in Thaï.

- In simplified Chinese, they kept Pleasantview Bella's first name for Strangetown Bella's but changed her last name for the Curious equivalent. Lot of simmers say that it's a mistake made by traducers. But with the same Curious family? And when we are checking ST Bella's datas, we can see that she recognises Vidcund as her sibling, and Jill and John Smith (Jenny Curious/Smith's kids) as her nephews. Vidcund and Jenny also consider her as a sibling. So now you can understand that this name thing is not a random fact. And this plus physical differences, we can conclude that these women are not the same.

What happened to Bella?

Since we can meet real Bella in Strangetown on PSP, we can assume that she ACTUALLY WAS in Strangetown. But what we forgot is that she is alone, no Curious family around her, and more important : she wants to leave the town.

I think that's the last time we have news about her.

Yep, in Sims 3 Ambitions' time travel machine, we can learn that Bella Goth became an alien queen in the future. But sorry not sorry, that's not our Bella. Why would she become a queen of people that traumatized her?

We also learn in Sims 3 world Lunar Lakes that she died there of old age. But it doesn't make sense for two reasons:

- I think that Lunar Lakes is like a very far future. Yep, she could have drank youth serum AGAIN, but where would she find this in freaking Strangetown desert, far from her scientist husband ?

- Why THE HELL would she travel to the FREAKING MOON, when she could just go back to her family and live a kind of normal life far from paranormal and alien things. Little reminder, Strangetown is on Earth, since as a player, we can go into and out of this city, Bella could totally take a bus, or ask tourists to transport her back to "civilization".

SO, FINALLY, HERE IS WHAT HAPPENED TO BELLA AFTER HER ABDUCTION.

Two Bella were released in Strangetown. One is our Bella. She immediately left the Curious' spaceship area, found an abandoned house where to live and lived on the money she had in her pockets (I refuse to assume that a rich lady like her doesn't go out of her house without cash or credit card, idk) and maybe work. But quickly, she found out about Strangetown's weird things and ran away. She met our character at Mambo Loa's Market, sold us her house for all of our money and left, using the money to buy a ticket bus or just ask gently to kind tourists. After a loooong journey, she finally came back to Pleasantview, all happy with the idea of seeing her husband and her children back aaand met Dina and Don, who got rid of her immediately. That's how she died. And since she died in secret, Grim Reaper can't resurrect her, and when we try to invoke her by Tombstone of L&D, she acts so weirdly. Here is the tragic end of Bella Goth.

And what about "Bella Curious" ? Well, she is a clone of Bella Goth, made by aliens and released in Curious' house/spaceship area. Because they are kinda friends with aliens. They "raised" her and treated her like family, in a alien lover's environment.

But why would aliens do that ?

There is this theory that I love very much from Gonz, I'm sharing his Tik Tok down this paragraph. But it basically says that Sims games take place at different periods of time, on a same timeline (Sims 4 doesn't count, EA ruined everything 🤢), and this timeline lands on a tragic end : a doomed future, where aliens have invaded Earth.

But with this theory on mind, don't you wonder how they took power on Earth?

And don't you wonder how "Bella Goth" became Queen of Aliens ?

What if "Bella Curious" had a task on earth, being a kind of a spy for aliens. And since she is beautiful, charismatic and very intelligent, people would just bend the knee in front of her (Actually I, would bend the knee for her…) She filled her mission successfully, and since alien people owe this extraordinary human clone everything, they made her their queen. And, why not, took her to the Moon where she could live her old days peacefully and die of old age.

[simslegacy5083]

Say Goodbye to Bad Townie Fashion With MCCC/MC Dresser!

One of the biggest game changers for me playing Sims 4 was learning how to use MC Command Center Dresser to auto generate pre-selected outfits on the townie sims.  

There are a bunch of sites out there that go over the process, but I wanted to try and make a basic “one stop shop” of all the things I have learned and do to make my game the best it’s ever been!

First some notes so you aren’t disappointed:

Pre-Seasons Townies and the Seasons Expansion Pack: MC Command Center fixes outfits when an NPC is generated or ages up.  In a new save that means the fix will NOT be applied to the hot and cold weather outfits of NPCs like Don Lothario or The Pancakes, who are already in the new world when it loads.  

To fix this you can create a template save of your own and fix it permanently yourself (highly recommended) or run the dresser cleaner cheat in Step 3 of this article every time you start a new save.  

Career, Situation, and Create-A-Sim Outfits: This process will not alter the outfits generated for careers, situations, or when generating a band new sim in CAS.  

Turning off situation outfits will be covered.

I haven’t found a permanent way to alter career or create-a-sim outfits but career outfits in my experience are mostly OK and when creating a sim, I think most of us are taking the time to change all their clothes anyway.  

Be mindful when you download sims off the gallery, if the user didn’t have Seasons you might end up with some funky hot and cold weather looks!  I always recommend a quick check.

OK – now onto the good stuff!

Step 1: Watch This Video

I learned about this magic from this 7-minute video.  It’s still the best one I have found to cover the basics of what we’re trying to accomplish.

Don’t worry too much right now about adding your own saved outfits.  That’s a nice extra but its not the main way you’ll want to begin this process. More on that below.

This video also covers getting rid of the situation outfits I mentioned above.

Step 2: Create/Download Your MC_Dresser.cfg File

In order for MC Dresser to work it needs saved outfits to pull from.  These comes from your mc_dresser.cfg file.  You don’t have to try and create your own from scratch, other wonderful simmers have already done that for you!  

Below are links to 4 sites that have shared their dresser files. To make it easy I have also combined everything into 1 file for you (all credit to the original creators!).  My all in one file includes outfits for all life stages, including infants.

HardTurtlePirate NPC Fashion

Lover’s Lab Fashion Police

Just Eva Bad Townie Outfit Fix

EG Warhammer MCCC Dresser Tips (1) Basics

My All in One file

You can add onto your existing dresser file at any time (that’s were the save new outfit option from the video comes in handy).  You can also easily delete a saved outfit you no longer want.

Put the .cfg file in your mods folder, wherever you keep your MC Command Center files.

Step 3: Run the Dresser Cleaner!

This is covered at the end of the video in Step 1.  If you don’t do this, you will not see your new outfits. You can do this at any time, as often as you’d like.

Step 4: Don’t Lose Your .cfg File!

MC Command Center needs updated on a regular basis and the last thing you want to do is accidently toss your precious dresser .cfg file out when updating.  The mc_dresser.cfg file should be copied and added back to your mods folder each time you update the mod.

That’s it!  It may sound like a lot but its actually really easy to do and if you’re like me you’ll thank yourself a thousand times over for taking the time to do it.

Happy Simming!