#Mini Makeover

[eveningalchemist-art]

He got his hair and nails done ✨

[niseag-arts]

behold the glow up

I got some second hand screamers and I have started to repaint them So far I am extremely happy with how they're coming out

[jullisaway]

ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ sɪx ᴛᴏᴡɴɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴏᴠᴇʀ

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suggestions by @holocene-sims | @opulentsims | @liisims | @stevihj

[shortnotsweet]

all bets are off [1/3]

Lucemond High School AU drabble [part 2], She’s All That (1999)

“Am I a bet? Am I a bet, am I a fucking bet?”

“Yes.” It comes out quietly, which makes it all the worse. Luke would have expected Aemond to sneer and look down his long nose at him like the Hightower side of the family had for most of their lives. Luke wishes he would. It would have made it easier. Aemond’s face reflects no relish, or even satisfaction. Instead, it is pale and unreadable. Fitting, perhaps; as it turns out, Luke had read him wrong this entire time.

“Would you have told me before it was over? Before you humiliated me in public?”

The silence speaks for itself.

“Alright,” he scoffs, “that’s it, then.” The bitterness in his voice has an unfamiliar edge, and it sounds mean even to Luke, but it’s right. That’s how he feels. “You played your little game, you had your fun. I get it. It’s over.”

“No.”

“No?”

“It’s not over.”

“It is if I say it is. I don’t want anything from you, and you—you can shut up about debts, or what I owe you. We don’t have to know each other after this.” It’s true; they don’t have any classes together. They run in the same circles but that’s nothing some convenient maneuvering and strategic avoidance can’t fix. Their sides of the family voluntarily meet up for a miserable dinner once every three months and holidays. Luke can make it work.

Aemond’s remaining eye widens and his mouth thins. His face is readable now, at least; he’s livid. In a second, he lunges forward and grabs ahold of Luke’s wrist, trying to drag him back towards himself, to reel him in like he had all those months ago. Luke digs his heels into the ground instinctively, bracing away from the pressure. Luke used to like how big Aemond’s hands were in comparison to his own—the encompassing warmth, the difference in size—but now his grip tightens and locks like a handcuff, squeezing Luke’s wrist to the point of crushing. It hurts. He’s hurting him. Aemond is older and bigger than Luke, he always has been, and now he presses in like a storm cloud blocking out a clear sky.

“Luke, it wasn’t—it started like that, alright? It was like that in the beginning, but not now. It’s different now, I’m not—just look at me!” There’s something frantic in his words, the way he hovers over Luke like his shadow alone will cage him in. This isn’t the first time Aemond has struck the flight instinct in him, or the urge to fight, but it resonates through Luke’s core nonetheless. There is too much of him near. “I would’t have told you because there’s nothing to tell, not anymore.” Luke cranes his neck to peer over Aemond’s shoulder, searching out the best escape route. “It’s not over. You don’t mean that. We just…this is a rough patch, that’s all. It doesn’t matter how it started, it matters what it is. It’s good now, isn’t it? I’m good for you, I can be whatever you need, I’ll keep you happy. You like me, right? I know you do. I know you like me. Just get in the car, and we’ll talk about this later. Not now. Not like this. Look at me, don’t—don’t be like this. Luke.”

“I’m going home.”

“No. It’s late. You’re going back with me.”

“Let go.”

“Not until you listen.”

“Get off of me,” he snarls, launching himself backwards and ripping out of Aemond’s grasp. “Don’t touch me.” Aemond rears back at this rejection.

“Who else is going to do it? Lonely little Luke, eating lunch alone. Stupid, useless, weak. Can’t play sports, can’t speak in Debate Club, Mommy pays his tuition. He almost wets his pants when someone pulls the fire alarm. Who else is going to touch you, other than me?” Aemond’s mouth curls into a grin; he’s done it before, all sly and cruel. It looks ugly. He never changed, did he? How did Luke never see it before? “You didn’t fuck, didn’t drink at house parties, didn’t go to the beach past bedtime—hell, you probably never rode in a car without buckling the seatbelt. You were so eager for it, and I took you so easily. No one else could do that. No one else can touch you now, not like I can.”

It would have been true five months ago. Poor, common-looking Luke, who blended in with the walls, kept his head down, and startled at car alarms. That Luke was surrounded by gems, by brothers and uncles and friends who excelled at something, who carved names out for themselves. The Luke from five months ago would have balked at this, would have shrunk into himself and cowed to the truth. That Luke thought no one watched him, but he would’ve known if he just looked up. The Luke from now knows what the truth is, for the first time, and it’s nothing that comes out of Aemond’s mouth. Luke knows himself better than he ever has, and knows Aemond like he never wanted to before.

“I don’t think that’ll be any trouble, Uncle. Don’t worry about me,” Luke snorts out without thinking. “If I need someone to give me a ride, it won’t have to be you.” It doesn’t. It won’t. “I can buckle my own seatbelt; better yet, someone else can buckle it for me.” The uncle in question stills.

“Say that again.” He blinks, a curious expression settling over his features. “Say that again.”

“I said, it doesn’t have to be you. Other people will touch me. You’re not the only one around here with a working dick and something to prove. You lost an eye, not an ear. I should’t have to repeat myse—” before he can even finish the sentence, Aemond grabs him again, fingers curling over his shoulders like talons. Luke’s breath stops in his throat. Aemond’s face is so close they could kiss. Instead of leaning into it like he might have a few hours ago, Luke cringes backwards. Never again. The wounded expression on Aemond’s face gives him some satisfaction, but then his mouth morphs into a snarl and Luke would bet anything—his mother’s money, his own life, or whatever Aemond must’ve taken when he made that bet in the first place—that both of his eyes are glowing right now. The prosthetic below the patch shines like a jewel in its socket anyway, but the working eyeball in his head works furiously, searching across Luke’s face for something.

“What did you say, you little shit?” Aemond seethes. “Is there someone else? You have someone else, you were thinking about someone else?” he hisses into Luke’s face and furiously shakes him like a child would a broken toy. “Who is it?” he demands, sounding desperate now. “When? Is it Stark? Aegon? Greyjoy, that waterlogged rat? Daeron? Did one of them touch you—did you let them? Did they kiss you? Tell me, you fucking bastard.” Luke tells him the truth.

“That’s not your business anymore.”

“Not my business? Not—hah, not my business?” He’s so angry he’s spitting. “Of course it’s my business. It always has been. You’ve always—always, there’s never been a time when—you little idiot. Don’t you get it? You’re mi—”

Luke slaps him.

[sparv-trait]

Townies The Sims 4

[simgerale]

alexus (her realtor, yknow the only person gwen knows): you already moved in? isn't the roof still leaking? gwen: um... yes and yes. alexus: want me to call my roof guy? he'll do it for free if i threaten to tell his wife that he flirted with me. gwen: oh, would you? that would be so nice. yes please (^:

[tricoufamily]

behr

[molar-bear-sims]

very slick, bea... 🤨

[luvsimskaos]

Happy New Year! just wanted to pop in and say I'm still playing this save but it's surprising hard making posts for Simblr. Honest to god, props to those that are able to keep up with posting and story telling. I do plan on posting but I don't know when, because, even more surprising, I might be getting deployed! Yea....not super happy about that but I'll find out if I'm going by February. In the meantime I'm just playing to play. But back to the Warings, here's a little glimpse to the future. Ishmael talks with his grandkids, Sable is also there just behind the wall, Elijah holds his youngest, and our girl, Cela is happy to see her family altogether.

[ijustwantaplacetorantinpeace]

(purely rambling about the characters. I don't know the CR cast so why would I pretend to know the feelings of real human beings)

It's interesting that the decided main source of fucked up ness has been Ashton taking the shard over Fearne, despite Fearne literally stating that she thinks the shard belongs to Ashton in the clock tower. (And also her fear of becoming evil Fearne. That chat with Delilah the night before certainly wouldn't have helped her mental state)

I think the actual source of fucked up ness is that Ashton made Fearne essentially promise to watch them die and not get any help no matter what, all while claiming it was because they didn't want her Nana Morri to be left alone. (Also a note that Fearne was on board with it being Ashton, but started second guessing it when she realized Ashton wanted to keep it secret. I'm thinking that was the moment Fearne really realized what Ashton had asked her to do)

Funnily enough the earlier comment Chetney made to FCG about why he's still around really applies here. Sure, Ashton is fine, happy even, if other people are helped by their actions. But really they just want to be the hero. (to be more than a Nobody, perhaps?)

Ashton certainly likes Fearne, but if they loved her in the way she seemingly loves them, he'd never have put her in that situation.

Regardless of the long term outcome, a truly wild choice. It is fully in character for Ashton to blow past all warning signs like they're DW in an Arthur meme.

[sol-flo]

i fucking love having a bestie that occasionally reads my tumblr. in the uber like "can i say something" and he says "is this about that thing you posted". YES.

[jullisaway]

ᴘᴇɴɴʏ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀᴢᴢ | 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋

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suggestion by @holocene-sims

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[purplesimmer455]

After having a quick breakfast, Piper heads out with one of her roommates*, Teulia, to the building where their respective classes are held. They wish each other good luck for the first day, and Piper smiles nervously at Teulia before heading to the second floor for her art class. Meanwhile, Cam chats some more with Oumaima. (Oh dang, I forgot to put this in the last posts but Piper is studying fine arts and Cam is majoring in physics).

After class, which went pretty well despite the packed syllabus, Piper heads outside and takes a few moments to just take in the beauty of the campus and relax and then walks around for a bit. She runs into Cam by the steps leading up to their dorm tower, and Cam pulls her in for a quick kiss. "Hey Pipes, how was your first class?" Cam asks after they break apart. "Hey Cammy, it was a little overwhelming but good. I like the professor." Piper says, and Cam smiles as she tucks a lock of Piper’s hair behind her ears. "I'm glad. My class is starting in half an hour so I'm headed to the science and tech building now." Cam says. "Okay, good luck on your first class, nerd." Piper says and she grins as Cam kisses her again before heading off. Piper takes her new bike that I just had her buy because holy crap there's so much walking to do on campus, and goes for a short scenic ride before heading back to her dorm.

Edit: whoops, I accidentally posted the post that's supposed to come after this one earlier so its a bit out of order and chaotic but it's all good. 😳😅

[eccedente]

his future spouse is an android

[simstivi]

Gave the Goth Family a makeover

[ssspringroll]

theres so much more stuff for younger ages to do than there was last time i played, maybe ill actually allow Waay'los to father children this time. maybe not tho.