#sim: philip

[narsimsist]

Lip- revisited and remastered

[sosa-royals]

Isabella (over the phone): How was your flight?

Maria: I didn't fly, or take the train. I chose to drive

Isabella: That's a long drive Mari

Maria: I needed the time alone... to think

Isabella: ...How are you feeling?

Maria: Always the worrier

Isabella: Mari...

Maria: What do you want me to say Bella? That I'm fine? My life is in shambles. I can't even face my children because I'm afraid to see the disappointment on their faces

Isabella: They won't be disappointed

Maria: They will, and you know it

Maria: I'm almost there...

Isabella: How long will you stay?

Maria: As long as I need to

Isabella: ...Do you want me to say anything to the kids?

Maria: ...No

Maria: But...

Isabella: Yes?

Maria: ...Simon...

Isabella: He's been asking after you. I didn't tell him anything like you asked but he's not doing well. He's devastated, angry...

Maria: Good

Isabella: You don't mean that, Mari

Maria: ...I've just arrived. I'll call you later

Isabella: Okay. Take care and say hi to Philip and Ana for me

Anastasia: How long did she say she was staying again?

Philip: Ana, be nice

Anastasia: I'm always nice, just not to women who used to go after mu husband

Philip: That happened before we were married, and I only had eyes for you even then. Besides, I thought you liked Maria?

Anastasia: ...What gave you that idea?

Philip: Ouah! La princesse pointe le bout de son nez, enfin!

Maria: Ouah! Ton français s'est amélioré Philip!

Philip: Bien sûr, après 20ans!

Maria: Hello Philip, it's lovely to see you again

Philip: And you Maria

Maria: Hello again Ana

Anastasia: Yes, hello.

Philip: So how was the drive down?

Maria: Therapeutic, to say the least. I needed something like that

Philip: I'm glad to hear it

Maria: How are you both? And the children? I know with everything going on...

Philip: That is a conversation for another time. Come, let us show you around

Simon (drunk): It's over...

Simon: My life is over

Simon: What have I done!?

Simon: No... it's not my fault

Simon: I did nothing wrong... right

Simon: Liliana

Simon: It's her fault... she did this!

Simon: That f*** b***

Simon: I'm gonna kill her...

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[wistfulpoltergeist]

♫Beborn Beton - Electricity♫

[microscotch]

espiritu estate is waiting for you! 👻

[soursuki]

get a man that lets you play with his long hair and ramble about the twilight lore :)

[wildfang-gender]

homoeroticism is nothing without participating in a satanic ritual and carving out your lover’s heart... or whatever the hell dan and phil said

[phlondphil]

dnp really just sit there and watch their grandchild shag his boyfriend.

[sleepyskydraws]

Inktober day 15 - Dagger

[moonpixels]

I've been trying to update my Trevor Philips sim because I saw him walking around my game but man, I really hope someone makes an updated version of his hair because his fivehead is crazy lol.

[shadow0-1]

Summer dreams

[royalvolcanos]

close enough, welcome back Dil Howlter

[narsimsist]

Casual

[a-m-pyra]

Devine Hunger (Devour Hope, ver. 09.10.24)

I'll strip you to the bone again, little scrag.

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Before, after, previous one:

[mostlycorrectdipandpip]

there was something so fun about today’s Sims upload. They both just appeared to be having a fun time making the little changes. It was so relaxed and carefree. I got a little teary-eyed 🥹

[blueplumbbob]

The Duke of Ettinger, second son of the King of Iverny, slurped up the last prawn of his shrimp cocktail in a noisy display. It was the annual Advent Ball, and he and his royal siblings sat gathered around a table in the banquet hall, ignoring the dozens of foreign dignitaries and noble guests from around the world eager for a chance to speak to the very people that had invited them. Unfortunately, the Duke was preoccupied with other, more pressing matters.

"My God," he said, now drinking the rest of the cocktail sauce like you would a beverage, "Did you see what Lord Houston brought around the other day?"

Very pressing matters, indeed.

"Don't start, Rupert," said Antonia, weary before her brother even began telling the story. "Aunt Jo and Aunt Toria are in earshot and you know how displeased they get when you... speak your mind."

"Forgive me, sister," said the man who had never forgiven anyone in his life and wasn't going to start now, "but I don't care what our spinster aunt and her English companion (Tatiana scoffed at this.) have to say on this. You sit at the gentlemen's table, you pay the price."

Antonia huffed, desperately tired, as she watched her brother switch from drinking cocktail sauce to actual wine. "This is patently not the gentlemen's table and never was–"

"As I was saying," Rupert continued, eager to recount his exploits to his unwilling audience. "Last weekend after a rowdy evening with Earl Searn's brother and the Guillory cousins, we saw none other than Lord Houston, emissary of virtue himself, walking through Queen's Park with an awfully redheaded woman on his arm–"

Tatiana began to yawn.

"This is petty gossip," said Antonia. "You said yourself that such things are womanly and beneath you. As recent as last week, in fact."

"Go on, brother," said Philip, who was only seventeen but still should have known better.

Rupert drank another sip of wine before continuing. "I knew she was none other than Ernestine, from that O'Conner family that made a quick fortune in America and then lost it all in some kind of legal dispute,” he said, finishing up the last of his steak. “And now they're here, in Iverny, trying to rub elbows with the Houstons of all people! I was worried he’d bring her tonight, but he’s been sensible by bringing his sister instead."

Antonia blinked. "Corrinne or Jennie?" she asked, but her brother didn't answer.

"Oh, he’s a widower, Rupert. I think he ought to follow his heart," said Tatiana, ever the idealist.

"Well, she’s a large step down from Gisele, if you ask me. David’s making a mistake.” Rupert patted his mouth with a napkin. “They should really bring forth a morganatic rule through the Assembly, forbid these sorts of unwholesome unions."

Rupert laughed. "You know how it is with those sorts of brides. Weak stock."

The banquet hall, now only a third occupied this late into the meal, fell completely silent.

Antonia stared at Tatiana, who stared at Philip, who stared at Arthur, who stared at Rupert.

Arthur, the eldest son but not the eldest child, the Prince of Romilly, the Crown Prince, God-willing one day King Arthur the Fifth of Iverny, could have done any number of things in that moment, none of them befitting of a king or his progeny. His childhood weakness, said his father, was deferring to his elder sisters, and his cousin, God rest her soul. He knew Helena would have told him to be quiet and take the abuse, no matter how much it hurt. He knew Antonia would have told him to make a scene and dish it back, he could read that in her face right now. He knew Jane, taken from their family and their nation too soon, would have devised some clever way to undermine Rupert in the long-term without him realizing it.

But he was not Helena, nor Antonia, nor Jane.

He was Arthur.

He looked at his younger brother, and spoke softly, a one-word warning.

"Rupert."

Rupert smirked, but it was uneasy. "Struck a nerve, did I, brother?"

Frances not yet cold in her grave, barely a year and a half, her three sons motherless for all time, and his brother asks if he struck a nerve.

For just a moment, Rupert's smirk faltered.

Arthur rose from his seat. "Excuse me."

All eyes in the room fell upon the siblings' table in a way that would have been mortifying to Antonia if she weren't so angry.

"Look, now Mother is displeased," said Philip, watching his eldest brother walk past the table where the Queen sat, a baleful tension in her shoulders and brows. Aunt Jo and Aunt Toria followed suit.

"Our mother is always displeased," said Rupert, smile wiped from his face as he pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket.

"Ugh, you're such a rat, Rupert. This is why Artie doesn't sit with us anymore," said Tatiana.

"I so dearly miss Jane. She never tolerated any of your nonsense. Come on, Tanya, Philip," said Antonia as she rose from the table. "I think I've had quite enough of our second brother for one evening. Perhaps even for a month."

They left the Duke of Ettinger to his table, alone.

Part 2 later this week. Part 2.

[soursuki]

holding hands with my julie!