#do the sim thing legacy challenge sims 4

[skylarphilece]

The Love family hosts their second annual Family Reunion at the San Sequoia lake!

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[windslar]

This is off the record because I'd like to believe that Saffron is too classy to get into a full-on cat fight with someone else, but if they were to throw hands, best believe Saffron would kick Pearl's ass.

[zebrafiz]

an unfortunate wedding venue shopping session

[applesaucesims]

After work, Niall took his car a bit further than usual, following Franklin to his home that he shared with Laura. He needed somebody to talk to about his doubts, and Franklin was the one who understood the topic the most of all.

Once inside, Franklin led his friend to a sitting room and lit the fireplace. Niall's eyes immediately jumped to a bottle of whisky that had been placed on a small table in just the right position to have a relaxing night of drinking on the couch. Although he had been trying to stay away from alcohol, Franklin seemed to be making a good point that he could just have a sip or two. Surely that could not cause any issues.

After a number of whisky glasses that Niall had lost count of quite early on, he slowly opened up to Franklin about the worries he had about Louis. He told him about the dream that his son had told him about, and how that had released feelings of doubt he had been pushing away rather than working on them.

As he listened to Franklin's words of encouragement, Niall felt his head getting heavier and the world around him seemed to be getting blurrier by the minute. Suddenly, his body seemed to act on autopilot, and he pulled his friend in for a kiss, just as he was about to turn away from him.

Thankfully, though, Franklin pushed him away immediately. They might have been together like that in the past, but that was all it was - the past. Neither of them actually still had any feelings for the other, and they had moved on a long time ago.

Bringing some distance between them, Niall scooted away in embarrassment. In doing so, his eyes fell to the photograph of Franklin's partner, Maxim, whom he had actually introduced him to, and then, just above, another photograph of himself with Emma, his wife. What was he even doing here? Was it really that easy for him to slip into old habits and make it worse at that? What would she say if she saw him like this now?

[TRANSCRIPT]

Franklin: "So, may I offer you a drink? Let me just light the fireplace."

Niall: "Erm... what sort of drink?"

Franklin: "You still like whisky?"

Niall: "Uhm... technically... but I haven't had one in ages."

Franklin: "Really? I can't imagine."

Niall: "I swear! I haven't had alcohol since... some time after Louis was born?"

Franklin: "Maybe that's why you're so stressed out."

Niall: "I mean... I can't say it isn't."

Franklin: "Right, surely one glass won't kill you. To take the edge off, you know?"

Niall: "Right."

...

Franklin: "So, you're worried because of a dream?"

Niall: "You're gonna tell me it doesn't mean anything, aren't you?"

Franklin: "Maybe not, but either way... That's got nothin' to do with you in the end, does it?"

Niall: *sighs* "I don't know. I guess I just hate to face that part of myself."

Franklin: "You're never gonna find peace that way, Niall."

Niall: "I know. And I love Emma so much, but thinking about this makes me feel like a fraud." *hic*

Franklin: "That's ridiculous. You just like both, and most of all you like her. It's that simple."

Niall: "Easy *hic* for you to say."

Franklin: *laughs* "How are you this drunk already? I need to catch up! Let me just top up my glass and- Mh!"

Franklin: "Niall, stop! What the fuck are you doing!?"

Niall: "I- I don't know."

Franklin: "That's enough drinking for you then."

Niall: "I'm so sorry! I don't know what's come over me!"

Franklin: "You really need to start properly working through this shit. I'll help you if you need me to, but I'm not here for you to fool around with for some distraction."

Niall: "I know, I don't even want that from you. You know this."

Niall: "I'm so stupid! I never should have come here. I tell you, this thing is causing nothing but trouble in my life."

Franklin: "Look, it's fine. Just figure yourself out. Your damned sexual preferences are not the issue here."

Niall: "Right. I'll- I'll try my best. Thanks for the talk."

[jasminesilk]

He's Outta This World! 🪐

Meet our founder for the Occult Legacy Challenge by Asphodel Moon.

After leaving home for the first time, you find yourself living in a small home in StrangerVille. You're not there very long before you start to notice things are particularly strange and the locals are even stranger. At your job at the local lab, you overhear colleagues talking about the town's mystery and the 'other' lab that stands across town. You get sucked into the conspiracy and are determined to figure it all out. On top of that, you're pretty sure you've made contact with aliens. What could possibly go wrong?

More about Marty (he/him) below ⤵

Martin, or Marty as his friends would call him (if he had any), grew up in a very normal family. It's as if his relatives were all trying to make up for the fact that their family name was Odd, literally. But Marty was different - he has always craved something more, something out of this world. From a young age he looked to the stars for a sense of adventure, gazing up at the cosmos from the roof-top of his beautiful but boring childhood home in Brindleton Bay. As soon as he was able to move out of his parent's house, he packed up his belongings and took the first plane to StrangerVille, hoping to get a job as a lab tech at one of the many innovative facilities in the area. So far he's been really enjoying his new life in the desert. The days are hot and the trailer he calls home is tiny, but every night he's able to view the planet Sixam through his telescope, completely unencumbered by the rain clouds he was so used to seeing before.

Marty's full name is Martin Stanley Odd. He loves pop punk, fish tacos, sci-fi, and orange juice. He's bisexual with a romantic preference for aliens women. An introvert with zero social skills, he hopes to one day have his very own man-cave/basement where he can be truly alone with no one to bother him while he reads his sci-fi alien smut books.

[fizzytoo]

amaya makes a few bottles of apple wine while karlee works on a flower arrangement. they’re hoping to make a few sales at the local market.

of course, they have to try a bit of the wine before they sell it :3

[matchalovertrait]

Mom, you're so not cool!!

Translations:

Sí, señora = Yes, ma'am

[plumbob-pudding]

Over the next few months, both Cata and Oliver slowly adjusted to their new normal. Cata was finally beginning to accept that, though she wished her family was there for her, she couldn't change things and so she was generally happier nowadays.

Plus, with Sly growing and learning new things everyday, it was hard not to feel delighted at his baby giggles when he finally succeeded. Therefore, when Oliver learnt the news that Cata was pregnant once again, the couple rejoiced together.

[lonvely]

a gal from the bayou moves to the city & discovers she loves metal!

(dorm reno by helgatisha)

[skylarphilece]

Tia decides that it's time for her to pull herself together and get her groove back! Whether or not that actually happened.... was out of my control 😬 But hey, cheers to new beginnings 🥂

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[antiquatedsimmer]

"Please excuse her," Lucile said as soon as they were inside, her voice trembling, "She’s not feeling well, and I think the weather has only put more stress on her… She’s not normally like this."

Nia’s eyes softened, "Lucile, I'm old. It takes more than a sharp tone to ruffle my feathers. Besides, I remember how hard it is."

A brief moment of silence stretched between them, before Nia continued.

"Do you have any children, Lucile?"

Embarrassment welled up inside Lucile, the same feeling she had as a child when she felt out of place. Women her age usually had several children by now. She sighed, disappointment coloring her words. "Not of my own."

" From an experienced mother...When I was carrying my youngest, it was difficult to move around. You can ignore my advice if you like, but I don't think straying too far from home is wise. She could end up hurting herself and the baby.""

Lucile nervously steepled her hands, tapping the tips together anxiously. This was something she had always hoped to discuss with her own mother, but with her gone...

"Lucile." Nia’s voice cut through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present. She realized she had spaced out without responding.

"Oh—uh, you're right," she stammered. "We just got caught up in the rain. I'll make sure she rests more."

Nia’s face had hardened into a stony expression, her brow furrowed. The look made Lucile feel like a child about to be scolded. She tried to hide the anxious fidgeting of her fingers.

"Lucile, come here."

Nia's tone was firm as she ushered her toward one of the empty tables. "I’m going to ask you again—what’s wrong?"

"Woman to woman, I can tell something is off. Whatever judgment you might face outside of here, I promise it won't fall on you while it's just us in this room."

"Forgive me, I…" Lucile struggled to maintain the polite tone she had practiced, but exhaustion and stress broke through. Her shoulders slumped. "These past months have been awful…"

What began as a small confession about her and Josephine being alone, struggling to find work and living in the woods, snowballed into a torrent of emotion.

Her parents' deaths, her brother's betrayal, their neglect, and the harsh reality of leaving the home her father had meant for her all poured out in an avalanche of words.

Nia listened patiently, occasionally nodding. At one point, she got up from the table and poured them both glasses of wine. Lucile stared at the purple liquid in Nia's glass, her own glass already empty from stress-drinking it all.

"I know what that feels like, Lucile. You're not alone," Nia said, her voice a soothing balm against the raw edges of Lucile’s despair. She gently rested her chin on her hands.

"You do?" Lucile perked up.

"Of course."

"My people were forced away from their home years ago. We walked for miles, and thousands of my people perished from starvation, disease, abused by the control of US the army."

Lucile's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't heard anything about this, not even in her history classes with her father.

"I-, that’s horrible. I… had no idea. Papa never mentioned anything like that."

"Imagine writing a book about your life. Wouldn't you be tempted to leave out the most unflattering chapters?"

Silas always had a way of painting changes at home in a positive light, even when they served only his own interests. Those memories flitted through Lucile's mind like fleeting ghosts.

Nia’s voice broke through her reverie. "People like us are often seen as mistakes, something to be erased. My point, Lucile, is that I understand the pain of losing family, the toll of disease, the upheaval of moving, and the challenge of starting over...That type of pain, never truly goes away. "

"And raising a child in such harsh circumstances? It's a immense task to take on alone."

A choked cry escaped Lucile's lips. "I don't know what to do. Everything I've done… it's never enough."

"Nizééʼ!" Nia's words cut Lucile's cries short, her words like a lash. "Life will give you plenty to cry about if you don't do what needs to be done."

Lucile squirmed in her seat, straightening her back and doing her best to stifle her sniffles. "Well, wha—what can be—I mean, what can I do?"

"You ask for help."

[esotericas-sims]

A few weeks of careful scheming later, and Olive's plan proves fruitful: Ruby and George agree to let her and her twin move across the Atlantic to join Jules, and to live with their aunt Victoria. What Ruby and George do not know is that only one of the girls will be staying in New York.

In a rare show of good faith, Olive has aided Florence in her scheme to gain the independence - and career - she truly desires. While Olive will be staying with Victoria, Florence has a second trip after her first one, which will take her to Lima, Peru, followed by a train ride to a brand new archaeological site, in need of fresh hands and fresh eyes - Machu Picchu.

The world was their oyster, and for the first time in years, Florence and Olive truly felt like sisters.

Playing with SeveralPerson’s Ultimate Decades Challenge Rules

Started: 1800s

Current decade: 1900s

Family tree

Spreadsheet

CC Finds

[micxsso]

Leslie lives in the community houses nearby and is the town's only personal trainer. Considering Louise quickly got noticed for being new around such a small town, he came to meet and drop a welcome gift. Safe to say she was so happy about it she blushed... Unfortunately, her way of flirting is to tell some awkward story about her life.

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[fizzytoo]

[citrlet]

it’s nelle’s first day in the bakery, and her first goodies somehow turned out pretty good!

[kindred-sims]

"Whoa there, Nellie! Whoa Bailey!"

Caleb pulled the buggy to a stop, finally putting an end to the long, quiet ride from the chapel. Neither he or Jo had spoken much since reciting their vows, neither quite sure what to say or do since. He dismounted from his seat first, before offering his new wife assistance.

"Here we are. Welcome home, Mrs. Wakefield."

Jo shielded her eyes as she looked upon the farmhouse, somewhat in disbelief, somewhat in wonder. It appeared far nicer than how her father had described, as the distasteful way he'd spoken of Caleb had made it sounded like it was a rundown cabin on a lone plot of land. Even then, she still couldn't believe that she was truly here.

Home.

This was going to be her home, for the rest of her life.

"Would you like me to carry your bags for you?" Caleb was asking, snapping her from her thoughts.

"Oh...no. No thank you, I'm sure I can manage." she replied, ducking her head. He seemed to take notice and only responded with a slow nod.

"Very well then."

He walked ahead of her, and she followed a short moment after, nervously clutching her suitcase the entire time.

"I erm...I hope that you'll be comfortable here," Caleb said, as they walked inside. "I tried to tidy up best I could before your arrival, but unfortunately I'm not as precise as my mother was when it came to these things. This place has really been suffering without a woman's touch, I'm afraid it hasn't had one since she passed."

"In any case, feel free to do as you see fit with it. It is your home as well as mine now," he continued. "If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask me."

"Yes...thank you, I appreciate that."

He left her after that, excusing himself to go tend to the horses. Jo took a moment to survey her surroundings, unwilling to move much further than where she stood now. It was a sense of fear that held her back, and she worried should she take one more step, she would lose herself.

She finally managed to make it to the bedroom, convincing herself that she'd feel better once she started to unpack. But as soon as she sat her suitcase down, all the emotions she'd been fighting back busted loose from their dam, and she dropped to the bed, struggling to fight back her tears.