#future sim story?

[thebramblewood]

Presenting... The Mourningvale Files.

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[crows caw overhead]

[leaves crunch underfoot]

Naomi: Are you sure this is the right place?

Micah: It has to be. I checked the map at least a dozen times.

Naomi: [shudders] Well, I'm creeped the fuck out, and I'm calling Grandma Cassie. Shit! Straight to voicemail.

Micah: You know she never leaves her phone on in the Realm. Anyway, this is it. Mystic Crossroads. Mourningvale. Just like she said.

Naomi: What is she playing at, and who the hell is this friend who owed her a favor?

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Naomi: I don't like the looks of this at all.

Micah: I don't know. I'm kind of into it.

Naomi: You would be.

[matchalovertrait]

After receiving Noemí and Erick's blessings to marry their daughter (who caught them talking in the last photo in this post?? 😉), Caruso went ahead to pop the big question.

The lot is the Monica Restaurant by Melapples (TSR)

Since I'm nosy af and I want to know. What do you think Dulce should say? The answer has already been decided, so this won't sway the outcome.

Transcript under the cut:

Back in the United States...

Dulce: This place is beautiful. I’m sure it’s full to the brim on the weekends.

Caruso: Isn’t it? I was thinking we could purchase it in the distant future and make it ours.

Dulce: Really? This huge building?

Caruso: Is that okay? I know you’ve been wary about the idea of owning an establishment after what the Altos did to the bakery.

Dulce: There was a lot of stress and worry about possibly losing the bakery, but I think I’ve moved past it. If anything, owning a restaurant would make me more optimistic about our careers now.

Caruso: I’m glad that you’re on board. I’m not sure I’d be able to do this without you.

Dulce: We make a good team, babe. We’re goal-oriented and won’t let anyone stand in our way.

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Dulce: Can I get the tajine, please?

Caruso: When should I do it?

[Dulce and waitresses laugh together.]

Caruso: She’s beautiful and funny. No wonder she makes friends so easily... then there’s me. What will she say when I-

Dulce: Hey, are you okay? You’re not yapping like you usually do.

Caruso: I’m fine! Everything is fine.

When did we get our food and start eating???

Dulce: ...Are you thinking about your mom?

Caruso: No, no. Well, she’s always in the back of my mind, but not right now.

Dulce: So, what’s up then? You’re freaking me out a little.

Caruso: [Offers hand] I’ve been more focused on us and our future together.

Dulce: What are you-

Caruso: I know, a year ago you said you wanted to focus on your career first. But think about it, we’re basically living the married life already.

Caruso: We don’t have to start a family soon, but it’d be nice. We’ll have a home filled with love, ambition, and talent. I’ll be an executive chef soon too, so we’ll be able to afford the best nannies while you work.

Caruso: I haven’t always been the most likable guy, and I’m sorry for that. However, I’m always trying to be the man that you deserve. I love you, Alegría. Will you make the luckiest man in the world and marry me?

Dulce: This is a shock....

Caruso: I’m full of surprises, right? Well, what do you say?

[aurorangen]

"I was a lost guy on a lost ship, but there she was every time I looked up. Renee, the sunshine of my life."

Transcript & Bonus:

...And what if this pain comes back again?

...

[Eventually, I stopped thinking about Nancy. There was no communication on her part and it felt like a one sided effort, where I was the only one who believed we would meet again. Time drifted us apart and I ended up lost in the vast sea of my thoughts. Did all the moments that we spent together mean anything to her?]

[Nancy must have moved on and decided to end everything by ghosting me. I was only her first love and nothing more, so naturally, my heart sank. All this time, I was salvaging a relationship that had ceased to exist. But time helped to steer me in the right direction and to move on from her too]

[I focused on finding myself again, through university and my friends. And there was Renee. Renee…I didn't know when it started, I couldn't help it…but I was falling for her. At first, we spent more time together as friends. I made no moves, except that time when I called her cute. The words just flowed out of my mouth]

[I was a lost guy on a lost ship, but there she was every time I looked up. Renee, the sunshine of my life. How I want to see her every morning. The way she brightens my day. My ray of hope during hard times. A beautiful soul inside and out. I wanted to tell her my feelings soon, but I was afraid of rejection…and heartbreak]

[When debate day came, I was fully prepared for it. And when they announced that I had won, all I could think about was telling Renee. Amid all the chatter and congratulations, I excused myself to go and find her]

[As soon as I saw Renee, I picked her up and spun her around. Then out of nowhere] Renee: Vince, I think I'm falling in love with you. [My words escaped from her mouth and I just wanted to kiss her]

...

Nancy: [quietly to herself after recognising Vincent from afar, tone changing from optimism to despair] Vincent??? Ohh…so you've found someone new [sighs] I'm happy for you. [blinks away her tears] I guess that's why you've been avoiding my messages. I was waiting for you all this time…

...

I admit this post was hard to create. I just didn't know how to approach it. I'm not the biggest fan of how my reblogged Vincent posts were executed, like there should be stuff in between to build it up. I ditched the idea of making them separate posts in the backstory (they are small unnecessary events). So I ended up working my way around that and summarised things here. Then I was able to write my text and I became inspired by all this lost at-sea terminology! Now the Nancy reveal at the end, I'm throwing a 360 at you! Turns out she has been waiting all along and thought VINCENT hadn't been replying to her because HE moved on (see this? Same as what Vincent thought). Miscommunication. Or something must have happened to one of their phones, right? All I'm saying is this situation sounds way too familiar (spoiler).

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

When I arrive at the office Monday morning, I immediately have the urge to walk straight back to my desk and bury myself in work as I normally would. But then, remembering the promise I made, I stop and stand in the doorway, silently fighting with myself over which direction to go while the room fills with its usual chatter as people start their day.

Eventually, the better part of me wins out and I walk toward Ash’s desk, my feet moving heavy and slow along the black tufted carpet. My jaw clenches tight as I remember how we left things yesterday. We haven’t spoken since, and I worry we’ll have backtracked to where we were only a month ago, when things were awkward and cold, when he barely spoke to me. But I meant it when I told him he’s my best friend, and I’ll do whatever I can to preserve that, so I prepare myself to face him and hope he’s willing to talk to me.

But when I approach his desk, he’s not there. His chair is empty, and his monitors are still asleep. Every day since he started, he’s already been here and working by the time I arrive. But not today.

I tug at my upper lip with my fingertips as worry fills me. Is he sick? Is something wrong? Is he avoiding me?

I look toward Lex’s desk and find her facing away from me to talk with Kamryn, complimenting her performance at the club the other night. I’m certain I won’t be her favorite person today, but my worry over Ash overshadows my concern for whatever bodily harm she has planned for me, so I walk over and interrupt her, “Hey Lex?”

Her smile falls when she turns around to face me, and her eyes squint slightly behind her glasses, “What?” It’s not a friendly greeting, but it could be worse.

“Is Ash coming in today?”

Without breaking eye contact she points to her left, “Over there.”

My gaze follows the direction of her finger, past the desks to the kitchenette along the far wall, where Ash is filling a cup of coffee and laughing. Evan is over there with him, clearly having said something very funny, and my jaw clamps down again as I feel a burst of irritation spread through me. I don’t know why I’m bothered. It’s nothing new. They’ve been friends with Ash as long as I have. But there’s something about the way they’re talking to him, the way they’re smiling at him, in the same place where I first met him, laughed with him… I remember that day clearly, it was warmer than expected and he had that same jacket tied around his waist, holding a cup of coffee and smiling up at me as he asked my name… I wish I could go back to that day. I wish we could start over again.

I shake my head and look back at Lex who rolls her eyes at me. “You know, he is going to move on one day.”

Right. As much as the thought fills me with dread, I know she’s right. With a small nod, I say quietly, “I know.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go talk to him.”

“Is he mad?”

"No, you're fine. Just go."

"Alright, I'm going."

When I approach them, Ash looks over at me, still smiling from whatever hilarious banter they were in the middle of before I showed up, “Atlas, hi.”

“Hey.” I suddenly feel awkward with the two of them looking at me. Maybe I shouldn’t have come over; maybe I should’ve waited until later to try talking to him. But it’s too late, I’m here now, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to say.

Evan, sensing the rising tension, takes a nervous breath and says, “Okay. Well, I should probably get to work.”

Ash gives them a grateful smile and waits for them to leave before turning to me and asking, “You wanna take a walk?”

“Sure.”

It’s a nice day out, bright and sunny, the sky cloudless and blue, but it’s deceiving. Without the insulation of clouds, the air is frigid. The kind of cold that reaches into you and grips your bones. The kind of cold I’ll need to get used to.

We walk in silence for a minute or two, and I get the feeling he’s waiting for me to speak first, but I don’t know what to say or where to start. I know if I wait too long, I won’t speak at all, so I opt for something mundane and hope the right words will come to me once we start talking. “How did things go with your sister yesterday?”

“It was fine. She got the last pieces of furniture for the nursery and wanted me to help set it up. I wish I hadn’t gone though.”

“How come?”

“I have a bad habit of always jumping when she says jump. It’s something I’m working on, but it’s hard. I wish I’d told her no. I wish I hadn’t rushed out on you. I’m really sorry about that. And I’m sorry if I made things weird.”

He’s apologizing to me?

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one that should be sorry. I don’t know what my problem was yesterday. I woke up feeling so, I don’t know, anxious, I guess.”

“Probably the fuckin’ molly. It’s fun while it lasts, but the come down can be a bitch sometimes.”

“Yeah, I guess. But aside from that, you’re right, I’ve been confusing and I’m sorry for that. I just… I wish things were different. I wish I was different.”

“What do you mean you wish you were different?”

“I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

“Well, for the record, I don’t wish you were different. I think you’re pretty great just as you are.”

I have trouble believing he means that, but the words make me smile, nonetheless. “So, are we okay then?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re okay.” He gives me a soft, reassuring smile that warms me from the inside.

“Good,” I breathe a sigh of relief. He’s far kinder to me than I deserve, I know this, and I don’t ever want to take it for granted. “You really are my best friend, Ash, and I don’t want to mess that up.”

“I know. I don’t either.” He looks like he may want to say something more, but then decides against it and looks away.

Without thinking about it, I reach over and rub his back. When I do, he smiles up at me and I have an overwhelming desire to pull him closer. I consider for a moment whether I should, or whether it’d be better not to, finally deciding to just ask, “Can I give you a hug?”

His smile widens as he nods, “Always,” and throws his arms around my shoulders.

It’s strange. My whole life I’ve always kept a certain distance from people, always shied away from affection. Never having the courage to admit that I needed it, let alone to ask for it. But here I am now, with my arms around him, squeezing him tight, and allowing myself to relax into his, to be comforted by their warmth.

I’m not sure when it happened, but something in me has changed. A small piece of me, healed. And it makes me wonder. Wonder if there’s hope. Hope that it’s not too late, that maybe I can still fix the parts of me that are broken.

As we step away from each other, and begin to circle our way back, he asks, “So, d’you maybe want to get together this week and work on our game or something?” I like that he’s started referring to it as our game. I like that we have something that’s ours. And I wish more than anything that I could make time for him this week.

“I don’t think I can. I have to train. We only have four months until our climb, so I need to get focused.” The truth is, I’ve been more than a little distracted lately, and Kiyoshi’s been getting after me, worried I won’t be ready. I’m not particularly worried, but I promised I’d do better.

“Oh right. It’s gonna be here before you know it. You should definitely focus on training.”

“Yeah. I’ll have some time on Saturday, though. If you want to come over.”

“That works. So, are you not going to the Winter Party on Friday then?”

“Shit, is that this week?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, yeah no, I’ll be there. I was actually supposed to ask you, are you brining a plus-one?”

“No, why, are you?”

“Yeah, my sister. Dawn wants to come.”

“Oh, that’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, but she wants to bring her boyfriend too. I was supposed to ask if you’d mind putting him down as your plus-one so he can come along.”

“I don’t mind, as long as he’s not an asshole or anything.”

“Phoenix? No, definitely not.”

“That’s good. My sister has a long history of dating assholes. I’m glad yours has better taste.”

“Right. How is Iris doing anyway?”

“She’s fine. Very much ready for Spencer to arrive.”

“I bet. You ready to be an uncle?”

“Hell yeah. I’m gonna spoil the shit outta that kid.”

“As you should.”

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[elderwisp]

♫

[rebouks]

Brynn: You are much more silent than usual today-.. are you going to miss me?

Wyatt was going to miss Brynn a great deal, but telling her that seemed harder than it ought to be, so he said naught instead.

Brynn: You are not comfortable being happy?

Wyatt squinted, something Brynn had learnt he tended to do when she was on the right track.

Brynn: Maybe you should not fight yourself.

Wyatt: Maybe you only know I feel that way because you’re the same.

And as she tended to do when he was right, Brynn dodged Wyatt’s comment.

Brynn: Do you think I stay, if you asked me to?

Wyatt: I don’t think you want me to ask that.

Brynn: No, I don’t…

Wyatt: Do you want to stay though..?

Brynn: I not sure it’s a good idea to leave home-.. not for a man I spend only a few weeks with.

Wyatt’s brow creased, though he quickly rearranged his face; she had a point, whether he liked it or not.

Brynn: Does that hurt your feelings?

Wyatt: No…

Brynn hummed and tugged on Wyatt’s hand, forcing him to stop and face her. It was obvious he was lying. He wanted to know whether this was just a holiday fling to her, or something more, but every time he even thought about doing so it felt like someone had rammed cotton wool down his throat. He’d promised himself he’d be more honest, but it wasn’t going as well as he’d hoped…

Wyatt: What exactly would you be leaving behind? I doubt you’ve exactly made anything for yourself there-.. not with Gael’s arm to cling to.

Wyatt instantly regretted being so blunt as Brynn frowned slightly, a flash of sadness darting across her features.

Brynn: That is a cruel thing to say, no?

Wyatt: Maybe-.. though I’ve a feeling I’m right, so I’m not taking it back.

Brynn narrowed her eyes, he was right, of course. She had nothing of her own in San Myshuno. Everything she owned, down to the clothes on her back, had been paid for by Gael. She’d never thought about leaving before, she had everything she ever needed, technically-.. but spending time with someone who wasn’t afraid to interrogate her about such matters finally made her question her innermost protests, rather than burying them.

She didn’t like Gael, she didn’t like his friends or his apartment, she didn’t want him to propose, didn’t want to marry him, didn’t want to carry his children. It wasn’t ever supposed to be permanent; she wanted a life of her own…

Wyatt: Well?

Brynn: I not argue with you on my last day here.

Wyatt: We’re not arguing, are we?

Brynn: Exactly!

Wyatt ran his hand through his hair and sighed, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He needed more. He was desperate to know how she felt before she left, desperate to know how she’d gotten herself into this situation, whether she wanted out or not. He thought she did, but for once, he wasn’t sure of himself.

Wyatt: I just meant-…

He huffed as Brynn leapt on his back with a chuckle, that was the end of that then. He’d never realised until now how socially inept he was with women-.. no, intimacy; but Brynn didn’t seem to mind, maybe she could relate. He was willing to bet she knew what he was struggling with. It almost seemed as though she were goading him into being honest, like he craved to be.

Brynn: Let’s find somewhere nice-.. if you tell me what you meant, maybe I tell you a story.

He shook his head and snorted, amused; that was definitely what she was doing, wasn’t it?

Wyatt had done a lot of terrible things over the years. Amongst countless other felonies he’d taken more than a few lives - some with his bare hands - but no crime he’d committed had ever caused his heart to beat as erratically as it did now. Against his “better” judgement and despite his pounding chest, he’d held Brynn close and told her how he felt.

He told her how much he’d enjoyed spending time with her, how pleased he’d be if she stayed, and how curious he was about her situation back in San Myshuno. Brynn had softened upon hearing his words, appreciative of his honesty; and in return, she’d told him how she and Gael met…

Brynn hadn’t left Del Sol to begin with, choosing instead to remain employed by Varius, which had eventually been taken over by new management. Never embroiled in Ashton’s more nefarious business ventures, the casino and its franchise hadn’t suffered much, remaining completely operational as a result.

Gael was in town for family and work, hauled to the top floor by some of his rather more enthusiastic associates. Clearly uncomfortable, she’d taken him aside and entertained him in a different manner-.. she’d clocked him eyeing a handsome waiter surreptitiously, felt him recoil from her touch; he might’ve fooled his colleagues, but he hadn’t fooled her. Enjoying an easy night full of free drinks and cheesy jokes, she’d thought nothing of his proposition to attend an upcoming event with him the following weekend.

The event Gael had invited her to was a wedding – his brother’s wedding – and Brynn had suddenly found herself referred to as his girlfriend. She’d thought it quite funny at the time, what an odd man, paying an erotic dancer to pose as one’s partner. The money was good though, and it was much more enjoyable than working in some stuffy club, even one as fancy as Varius.

But as things do, one thing led to another and before Brynn could second guess herself, she’d agreed to move to San Myshuno and stay with Gael permanently. Genesis had seen her arse about Brynn’s newfound source of income, her friends Ace and Robert had moved away, Del Sol was smoggy and garish, held memories she’d rather forget; why wouldn’t she move back to San My? She’d have her own room in a spacious apartment, she wouldn’t have to work, Gael said he’d pay for her to finish school; it seemed like a good idea at the time, like she could have whatever she wanted.

Except she couldn’t. Gael was a controlling - albeit kind - man, terrified of being discovered by his peers. He told her where to go and when, what to wear, what to say, and how to act. He’d take her phone from her if she’d get distracted at one of his precious galas, force her to attend wellness retreats with his colleagues’ insipid girlfriends and wives whilst he and his friends smacked tiny balls with silly sticks, drag her on family vacations to hot countries where she’d get accosted by mosquitoes and prickly heat.

He’d bemoan her lack of enthusiasm when she wasn’t her usual self, but it’d been so many years that Brynn didn’t even know who she was anymore. He’d felt guilty then, promising she could pick their next destination; that it’d be just the two of them, no pretending.

Brynn had never imagined bumping into Wyatt again, but she’d often thought of him, wondering what he’d done after that fateful phone call. She’d almost felt proud of him, in a way-.. it wasn’t easy to turn against your upbringing like that, against your friends, against yourself. She’d given him the benefit of the doubt and he hadn’t taken it for granted, which was more than could be said for a lot of men she’d trusted in the past.

Having landed herself in hot water more times than she could count over the years, Brynn had learnt to be wary of her gut, but she couldn’t deny being drawn to Wyatt; she admired the change in him, despite the fact he seemed unaware of it himself. It was freeing to spend time with someone who didn’t expect her to act a certain way, someone who knew where she’d come from and what she’d been through, yet didn’t appear to judge her poorly for it. He’d done terrible things and so had she; it was nice, being on an even playing field for once.

Brynn had subsequently returned home more disheartened than ever, completely uninterested in her so-called life with Gael. She’d hoped Wyatt would call, hoped she’d get a taste of that freedom in her self-imposed cage, hoped something would magically change. But it hadn’t.

Wyatt: So, you’re not happy anymore?

Brynn: I am very happy here, with you-.. but that scares me.

Wyatt: Why?

Brynn: Because it means I have to confront the fact that I am not happy at home, and that is something I have never done before. I always find someone to take me in, but is always with conditions, I am never free-.. never happy.

Wyatt: Are you safe at least..?

Brynn: It is painfully boring, sharing a home with Gael, but he is not exactly aggressive.

Wyatt scowled; not exactly? That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he ought to strangle-..

Brynn: I not want you to get involved, I think I would like to do something on my own for once.

Wyat: Okay…

Brynn: I put my foot down and leave, even if it means I have nothing. I not want to run to anyone else, including you.

Wyatt: That’s why you don’t want to stay?

Brynn nodded, it would’ve been easier to tell Gael to stuff it and stay here, but that was what she always did; fall into someone else’s hands. Being with Wyatt was different though, it made her want to choose him because she wanted to, because she could, not because she needed to. If that meant she had to throw everything away and strike out on her own first – even though she had no idea how to – then so be it.

Though he was glad to know the truth, Wyatt was less than thrilled with Brynn’s plan; but she craved true freedom, and after everything she’d endured – in part due to his own transgressions – he figured he owed her as much.

Wyatt: I won’t stop you then…

Brynn: This is why I love you-.. you help set me free in the end, like I to you.

Wyatt: You love me?

Brynn: You love me too, no?

Wyatt dipped his head in agreement. He wasn’t sure how it’d happened so quickly, but there wasn’t much point denying it any longer.

Brynn: Say it…

Wyatt: I love you too.

Brynn: Is not so hard, right?

Wyatt scoffed quietly and shook his head.

Wyatt: I don’t know-.. I’m sweating.

Brynn: [laughs] Ew-.. me too though.

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[mikachusblog]

Aria lore!

I have posted Aria before here and here, but I wanted to have at least one post dedicated to his lore and backstory on my blog! See it as a proper introduction kinda.. though it'll mainly just be me blabbering.. you can read about him under the cut! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

Aria Nazari, gen 5 of my legacy, 17 years old, he/him, half persian. Bisexual, currently in the closet.

Traits: party animal, music lover Aspiration: aspiring party planner Home: evergreen harbor Likes: piano, singing, snowboarding, streetwear fashion, high energy sims, deep conversations, tattoos, dyeing (frying) his hair, 80s rock, being the center of attention (but only when it's positive), manga, videogames, carrot cake Dislikes: public displays of affection, small talk, the color yellow, shrimp, cucumbers, being told what to do, the smell of scented candles

Bio! Writing this made me realise i made him go through sm this poor kid

Raised by parents consumed by addiction, Aria and his two older siblings had to fend for themselves, growing up under very poor circumstances. He keeps minimal contact with his siblings in present day.

Aria was put into a foster system at age 10, following the death of his parents. After being placed into his first foster home, he met Mable and Nathan at school. The trio quickly became inseparable.

Mable is Aria's closest friend, the one person he confides in. Nathan was his first in a lot of aspects; his first love, first kiss and first relationship. Before this blooming love got the chance to develop any further, Nathan passed away in a motorcycle accident. This marked the end of the few years of genuine happiness in Aria's life.

He bounced between various foster homes, his charismatic spirit and histrionic personality disorder masking the scars of a deeply traumatic childhood. His journey took a turn when he was placed with a new foster family, a couple determinded to offer him warmth and stability, albeit for just one year.

He was hesitant about attempting to get close to them, as he knew how easily his previous foster homes had dropped him. Conflicts and strained relationships followed, as Aria's behaviour was far from exemplary in high school. His foster parents Deryn and Xin Yi's love for him however, remained.

Mable kept in contact with him throughout the years following their separation, but the two didn't get to see each other again until their senior year of high school. They reunited at age 17, when Aria moved back to Evergreen Harbor to live with Deryn and Xin Yi purely by chance. He told Mable about the nature of his relationship with Nathan, which came as no surprise to her. She literally had her suspicions since day 1.

Aria met his next love interest, Niamh, at a party. Immediate attraction and easy-flowing conversations followed. He eventually asked her out on a date. Despite Aria's initial trust in his ability to move on from Nathan, frequent panic attacks and feelings of guilt proved the opposite. Niamh confronted him on the night of prom with a false rumour about him cheating on her. He hesitantly went along with it despite it being untrue, thinking it would be an easier and less painful way out compared to coming clean about his relationship with his dead friend. Didn't go as planned obviously, both of them were heartbroken and Aria got his ass beat by Niamh's best friend Nika.

He is currently prepping his uni application with Mable. The two are aiming to go to Britechester together.

Some random facts

Music has always been an outlet for Aria, ever since his elementary school teacher introduced him to the piano. He's a talented singer too!

He's afraid of death and the dark.

He smokes and grows his own weed but stays away from other drugs.

He picked up babysitting as a side gig, partially to avoid raising his foster parents suspicions regarding the money he makes from selling weed.

[emperorofthedark]

Cassandra Goth is our poor, unlucky heroine. She has no idea how or why she's ended up trapped within the halls of Whispering Winds Academy, or why her famously missing mother is acting as headmistress, but she is determined to get out with her sanity intact.

[holocene-sims]

it's august 11th...

happy official canonical birthday to grant! ⭐🎂✨💐

to celebrate, he's on vacation with [REDACTED]

[beachyserasims]

Name : Reece

Age : 21

Zodiac : Leo

Generation : Millennial

Scariest movie : Paranormal Activity

Believe in ghosts? No

Relation to Author : Boyfriend

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[thebramblewood]

Supernatural seduction, take two: the professor has arrived.

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Lilith: I don't think you'll be needing this anymore.

Man in Bar: [flustered] W-why's that?

Lilith: Both of our mouths are about to be very preoccupied.

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Lilith: FINISH HIM!

Helena: [sobbing] I can't, Lilith. Please don't make me do it.

Lilith: [disappointed sigh] I suppose I can help you out. Just this once.

[sound of body hitting the water]

Lilith: But you’ll have to learn eventually.

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Helena: [in a dull, detached tone] What turned you into this?

Lilith: Into what precisely?

Helena: A vampire, to start with.

Lilith: [hesitates slightly] It’s a boring story, really. Besides, my human memories have grown so foggy. If you must know, ask Caleb. I’m sure he’d love to spin our maudlin little tale for you.

[pixelbots]

No diamond? No problem! We got someone to help us out on that...or so I thought. Apparently genies only grant wishes like eternal wealth and happiness. Pfft, who needs that? Anthon makes a wish to double his wishes! lmao

[aurorangen]

hi i hope you don't mind me doing this...

i wanted to tell vincent's backstory when he found out isaac was his brother. then you wanted to see babies and i thought ok, i will delay it! now i can't keep putting it aside and vincent's backstory is important to understand him better! so i will be telling it soon. as you know, he's had a tough life and i need some time and motivation to get me started on planning/playing it out properly.

so for the time being i hope you enjoy my tjolc comeback! i miss my tjolc sims and i just wanted to play in mt.komorebi for a bit. it's a new story and environment to focus on and it helped with my motivation a lot!! thanks for being patient with me 😊

and you'll see oscar again (hopefully see how far i get) then the other guy you've waited 9 months for - his face remains a secret 🤫

[wintily]

| her song is definitely spaghetti |

lighting style inspired by my new fav simblr @flovoid

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

Upstairs, the club is already full and alive with music and lights and people. While the others walk out on the dance floor, making their way toward the DJ booth, I stay back, allowing myself a few minutes to acclimate. I find a spot in the back, out of the way, and watch the crowd on the dance floor as they smile and cheer and dance, some goofing off and laughing with friends, others serious and focusing only on the music as they move. It occurs to me that it’s been years since I’ve been to a club. Dawn used to drag us out all the time when we were in college together, and I got kind of burnt out on it after a while, but I’m glad I came out tonight.

I look past the dancers to the booth and recognize the DJ as our co-worker Kamryn, her signature bright pink ponytail swaying as she dances behind the decks. I had no idea she did this kind of thing, but she’s good.

It’s not long before I find myself moving my head and shoulders to the beat, the rest of my body itching to be set free and move as the bass thumps in my chest and a familiar warmth radiates through my limbs. As I expected, the tablet Lex gave us contains MDMA and something else, and whatever that something else is multiplies the sensation and I feel it hit me all at once as my entire body flushes with heat and a gentle euphoria lifts my anxiety up and away.

I look around to try to spot Ash, and as if I manifested him with my mind, I see him walk out of the crowd right toward me. His black t-shirt is soft and thin and hangs on him just right, and my mind flashes briefly to the exposed skin underneath. Catching myself, I take a breath and look up quickly to see his playful smirk. “Are you gonna come dance, or what?” He asks.

“Yeah, I was just about to.”

“Let’s go then.”

He extends his hand to me, and I take it, letting him lead me through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor where the moving lights and loud music and energy of the dancers take over. I let it envelop me and flow through me as I let go and dance and become part of it all.

[music]

I look over at Ash and am immediately mesmerized by the way he moves, weightless and fluid. I’ve seen him dance dozens of times, and he always looks good, even when we’re just fucking around in his living room trying to make each other laugh, but this is different. His footwork is quick and smooth and hypnotic, his weight shifting, pulling him side to side, crossing over and back again. It’s a style so distinctly urban that I can’t help but wonder where the fuck in Brindleton Bay he learned to dance like that. I can’t take my eyes off him.

Part of me is tempted to reach out and pull him into me, but I also don’t want to interrupt him. I watch as someone else comes up behind him and tries to dance with him, but he shrugs them off and shakes his head, clearly wanting to be left alone to do his own thing. So, I leave him be and dance beside him, keeping my hands to myself. It’s probably for the best anyway… I have an image of Lex popping up between us if we get too close, as if I’m a teenager again at a church dance being monitored to “save room for Jesus”. Little did they know what Henry and I had gotten up to earlier that day. I smile to myself at the memory. He may have broken my heart in the end, but that day… that was a good day. It feels nice to be able to enjoy a happy memory without being dragged down by all the sad ones attached to it, even if only temporarily. I silently thank Lex for whatever she gave me… and thank myself for only taking half. The night is already starting to blur around me as it is.

Soon, a song comes in that drags me gently out of my wandering thoughts and wraps around me like a warm blanket. It’s beautiful, layered and flowing like waves, the beat quick but more subtle than the others, a welcome reprieve. I look over at Asher and he smiles at me, nodding; he likes it too. Letting the beat guide me, I close my eyes and move to the music, feeling it wash over me as I lose myself again.

[1:50] The song slows and gets quiet sooner than I’d like it to, but I take advantage of getting a moment to breathe. Ash is grinning up at me, and I get the distinct feeling he’d been watching me.

“What’s that look for?” I ask.

“Having fun?” He was definitely watching me.

I laugh a little, more flattered than embarrassed, “Yeah, you?”

He shrugs casually, but, judging by the size of his pupils and the grin on his face, I’d say he’s feeling as good as I am.

“Where’s Lex?” I wonder, realizing that I haven’t seen anyone else from our group in a while.

Ash searches the crowd for a moment before pointing to the far end. I turn to see her familiar mop of ginger curls, and smile when I see her laughing and dancing with her friends.

“Enjoying her birthday, I see.”

“Yep.”

[2:20] The music dips quieter as the layers are removed bit by bit. When I turn back to Ash, my smile falters as I look him over, the image of his shirt lifting up refuses to leave my mind, and my body trembles from the effort of holding myself back from reaching out to him.

My desire (or desperation?) must show on my face because he peers at me through his long lashes, gives me a playful grin, and asks, “What?” The way he says it comes out like a dare, and I watch as his eyes dip down and then slowly follow the lines of my body back up until they meet mine again, making my heart race and turning the last ounce of my willpower to dust at my feet.

[2:40] The music is starting to rise, so I gesture for him to come closer. When he leans in, my body reacts instantly, as if each and every individual cell is reaching for him, so I take his hand and I put my mouth to his ear and say the only thing I can think of to say, “I want you to kiss me.”

Our cheeks are so close that I feel the disturbance in the air between them as he smiles. He pulls back, and holds up a finger, telling me to hold on. I watch curiously as he listens to the music, nodding his head to the beat, as if waiting for something.

[2:55] A second later, he looks back at me with an excited smile, and in one swift motion, he reaches a hand to the back of my head and pulls himself into me. The second our lips touch, I feel the energy rush through my entire body as the music drops and the crowd around us erupts in cheers and dancing.

Maybe it’s the drugs, maybe it’s the music, maybe it’s him, or maybe it’s the combination of it all, but it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.

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[elderwisp]

hey moon, it's just you and me tonight everyone else is asleep