#sim: pia

[silentgrim]

new tenants, pia & nia!

[mynameisquoi]

niram is looking extra grumpy today even with all of the celebrating going on. let's blame it on the surprise pregnancy that has apparently been brewing in the background.

pia attempts to ruin my niram's life by offering him cheesecake and he rightly refuses. say no to twins!

[arkhelios-gameplay]

Pia tried to process the information. "So you hold the secret to time travel?" she asked. "That's... Groundbreaking."

Giovanni gave her a sad look. "That is only the start of it, I'm afraid."

"You're afraid?" Pia repeated. "Father, this is huge."

"And the other me understood it," Giovanni said. "He had teamed up with two other men, from other timelines, who had discovered the time travel as well, and aimed to utilize it for their own personal benefit."

"Well, that's not unexpected," Pia said. "You could... You could do anything with that power."

Giovanni made a grimace. "Within certain limits," he said. "You cannot change time after it has already happened... But you might create a different timeline if you try."

[potential-fate]

Thomas pulled his wife in close in the shadows of the foyer of the Rivales house. They were finally alone. No guests or friends, no well-intentioned congratulations, or off-hand jokes about starting their family early. Even the rest of the family were still out celebrating, or at least they were squirrelled away in their respective wings of the house. Finally, Thomas had Pia all to himself. 

And he fully intended to take advantage of their solitude as soon as possible. But for the moment, he was content to half dance in the entry of their shared home. 

Pia pulled back slightly to smile up at him, and he couldn’t have been happier. This was exactly where he belonged, no matter how many people warned him against the small town. And people had. His friends or colleagues had tried to convince him to steal Pia away from the tiny town, and while he understood their concern; maybe he even agreed, he also knew that Pia would never have agreed to anything like that. 

[skyward-mirage]

Karina got married! And it turned out Hoang catered, so Pia got to make a move by asking to slow dance!

[missmoodring]

Pia Rubino - Copperdale High School - Graduating Class of 2023

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

“The baby is definitely kicking,” Kaeileen declared, massaging her stomach to hopefully calm the kicking down. “It seems really bothered about something. Maybe it’s tied to the noise by the park. There could be some kind of magic running loose.”

“It’s got to be something Lucy did then,” Pia replied bitterly. “You know she’s tied to the demons. One of her boyfriends must have had his heart broken and wants revenge. Lucy’s going to get us all killed.”

“Why did you call Aunt Ginevra, Grandma? Has she seen anything like this in Strangetown? Can she help?”

Emilia ignored Kaeileen’s question, but her face remained confident, which Kaeileen took as a sign that they were probably not in any danger.

“The Rivales family protects its own,” Emilia finally said. “Even if the danger is coming from within the family. We don’t tolerate turncoats. This is something the heir must do, whoever it may be. Pay attention.”

Kaeileen could definitely feel an almost electrical crackle in the air. It called to her and against her will, she could feel it pull her into her dark form. She wasn’t sure if it was dangerous for the baby to do so, but she’d been given no choice. Strangely, only she was dragged into a dark form. Her grandmother wasn’t demonic, so Kaeileen had always assumed that her demon heritage had come from her grandfather, the man she’d seen in a vision that had helped fix her dark form. Pia was his daughter though, and she looked just as human as Emilia. Maybe she didn’t inherit the gene for a dark form or something obvious like that. Either way, something had made Kaeileen shift, so demonic magic had to be being used somewhere.

The sovereign surveyed the scene before her, marveling at the complexity of the spell before her. Dorhack’s daughter was gifted, of that there was no doubt. Her other mother or father must have surely been powerful, whoever they were. So far, things were unfolding just as the sovereign predicted. Kamalani was trying to run and needed both energy to do so and to eliminate the threat to her safety that her stubborn son posed.

And the sovereign’s own plan was about to unfold now that her little Theophilus had arrived. The child was poised to attack just as he’d been trained and Kamalani’s little display only added to the plan’s potential. All she had to do was wait.

“Stop hurting my daddies!” Theo shouted, raising a hand defiantly, which Keiki matched. The two of them stood hand in hand, united only by their shared hatred of Kamalani.

“Leave them alone, you bully! You-You bitch!” Keiki spat the bad word out, meaning it with all the strength she had, even if her dad might yell at her later. “You’re not my real mom, you’re a monster who doesn’t care about anything but herself! Go away or you’ll be sorry!”

From behind Kamalani, Cain and Rose emerged, along with one of the boys who had started at Wanda’s witch program. All of them were in their dark form, their brightly coloured horns gleaming in the moonlight. It was as though the entire extended Rivales family had been summoned here, drawn by the siren call of demonic energy. Normally Cain and Rose would be punished for sneaking out of the house on a school night, but even Emilia could sense the change in the air. They were needed and her dear Giovanni had once warned her that this day might come. The other boy who had been called was a mystery to her, but considering that he’d answered the call, she had a guess as to why he’d been included.

The current in the air swirled around Keiki, pulling her towards the demonic energy flowing around them, but she remained as she was. Theo had only seen a glimpse of what he assumed her dark form was before when they fought, but Keiki didn’t change now when then entire Rivales family seemed called to change form. All of her energy remained tied to Theo, fueling his own power so that he could fight their shared enemy.

“You can feel the energy, right?” Theo whispered to his aunt while the Rivales twins and the surprise witch tried freeing Roman and Abe from Kamalani’s grasp.

Keiki nodded and closed her eyes, trying to focus on what she could hear crackling around her. She didn’t have the training Theo had, or even an idea of what magic could do, but she was committed to stopping the woman who had left her in an orphanage and decided to help herself to whatever power Keiki did have.

“Saren.”

The sovereign froze at the sound of her true name, her excitement ruined by the arrival of one of the only beings who knew it.

“How interesting to find you in this mess. It’s alarming that a child that young knows binding spells this powerful, wouldn’t you agree? I just had to stop by and check it out for myself.”

The sovereign grimaced before she could catch herself. It was never good when a deity interfered with your plans, and especially terrible when that deity was as petty and vengeful as Life was.

“I’m just as shocked as you, Lukas,” she lied, mentally preparing the spells she would need to escape if this conversation ended badly for her. “I had no idea that Kamalani had even escaped my punishment. She’s stronger than I realized.”

“And this pooling of energy? You’re just lurking nearby in case you need to help literal children do your work for you?”

“What are you implying, Lukas? Unlike Dorhack, I haven’t broken any laws in this place. I’m simply keeping an eye on a troubled child with an escaped convict for a grandmother,” the sovereign replied, trying to keep her voice even.

“You can keep using my name all you want, but you’ll never have control over me. Not even if your little scheme here had worked,” Lukas said angrily. “It took me some time to see, but your plan has been revealed. Using innocent children is low, even for you.”

The sovereign smiled tightly at this, but didn’t speak. It was down to a fight or flight response and she didn’t feel like running.

“The little hybrid is very talented at blood magic. I may have given him some guidance, that’s all. As one of my own kind, he’s become a protege of sorts. His fathers wanted to be joined in demonic matrimony, so all I taught him was how to join two people. If he’s expanded that range to include more people, then it is only because of his natural talent.”

And not at all because I asked him to start this.

Pia stared at her niece, looking at the impressive horns that had sprung from her head in fear. All this talk of demons and heirs seemed like nonsense to a rational person, which Pia prided herself on being. Still, there was no denying the change in Kaeileen or the ominous light that was leaking into the house, enveloping what it could like an endless fog. For the first time in her life, Pia seriously considered whether she wanted to be the heir of her family. This was all so foreign and dangerous, nothing like she’d ever expected.

Without warning, Life summoned a familiar looking scythe and held it menacingly before the demon sovereign.

“Last chance, Saren. You can still walk away from this. I’d prefer it if I got to wipe you from existence, but I’m giving you the chance to live. I know you let Kamalani escape, causing her to harm the living people in my realm. I know that you’ve taught a living child to bind an entire family through blood magic and I know that you’ve been hiding here, waiting for the binding to complete to harvest it.”

“And you’re borrowing your husband’s scythe,” she replied, hostility edging her voice. With a snap of her fingers, an ancient sword appeared in her hand. “I wouldn’t judge others while you’re crossing boundaries yourself. I’m within my rights to be here. I may have let Kamalani escape, you’re right, but only so that I could seal her permanently this time.With the combined energy of her blood family, there’s no way that she or Dorhack can escape me again. If I wanted to control and direct that energy myself, I’d say that I’m entitled to it, so this is your last chance to leave. There’s too much energy building now, I have to help bind it or your precious living subjects may be injured. You need me, and I won’t be denied the fruits of my own plan. Kamalani and Dorhack will be bound by their blood relatives and I will be rewarded for my ingenuity.”

“We’ll see about that.”

[sims-influence]

Happy Valentine's Day!

[xtra-ordinary-faerie]

Nothing distracts from a fresh break-up like a track meet!

[simblr-diary]

[hansolsticio]

solie mente vazia é oficina do diabo e por isso eu estava pensando aqui aqui 💭💭💭💭 seungcheol no começo de um relacionamento e na hora do sexo ele tem um pouco de medo pelo fato dele se grandao (em todos os sentidos) e por ser forte dms (🤤🤤) ele tem medo de machucar a reader e acaba sempre fazendo um amorzinho baunilha e um dia ele escuta ela no telefone com a amiga q está cansada de ser tratada igual boneca de porcelana e depois disso o homem vira o cão na cama

baita plot bom, rai [🫦]

— 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: queria ele puto comigo... (eu dei um salto nos fatos por ser mais tranquilo de desenvolver, mas ainda mantive todas as circunstâncias que você falou) — 𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝘀: size kink (big dick cheollie), dumbfication, sexo desprotegido, palavrões demais e degradação.

"E o quê eu sou? Repete.", as palavras foram praticamente rosnadas no seu ouvido. O tempo que você levou para interpretá-las foi muito maior que o usual, o raciocínio estava lento, quase inexistente. A cabecinha usava todos os neurônios para tentar fechar as pernas fracas, mal sabia como ainda se mantinha em pé, talvez por estar agarrada ao braço de Seungcheol como se sua vida dependesse disso. "Não. Abre os olhos.", o comando veio acompanhado de uma mão balançando o seu rostinho. Droga, tinha certeza que eles estavam abertos uns instantes atrás — é difícil focar em tanta coisa ao mesmo tempo.

"Eu não... não consigo.", choramingou. Não sabia o que não 'conseguia', se referia à basicamente tudo.

"Consegue.", refutou. "Você mesma disse que aguenta, não foi o que você falou?", a estabilidade na voz não combinava com o jeito que os dedos abriam sua entradinha sem dó. O som molhadinho foi encoberto por mais um gemidinho dengoso seu. Não aguentaria gozar mais uma vez. Não, não. As coxas já estavam encharcadas, Cheol ia te fazer desmaiar. "Me responde quando eu te perguntar alguma coisa, amor. É a última vez que te aviso."

"Desculpa. Me desculpa.", agarrou-se mais ao braço dele, as perninhas tremiam. Ouviu um suspiro desapontado e sentiu uma pontinha de culpa, não gostava de decepcionar seu Cheollie.

"Cê sabe que eu detesto fofoca, amor. Por quê que não falou diretamente comigo, hein?", te olhou questionandor a medida que diminuía a velocidade das estocadas. Já você, aproveitou o ritmo mais lento para respirar.

"Não sei.", arfou.

"Sabe. Sabe sim.", refutou de novo, o polegar desenhando círculos apertadinhos no seu clitóris. O abdômen se apertou, tentando expulsar a sensação insuportável. "Diz, princesa. Por quê?"

"Você ia- Cheol, porra... ia dizer não 'pra mim.", os dígitos se ondularam lá no fundo, sua entradinha espasmou.

"E por quê eu ia dizer não, amor? Qual o motivo?", franzia as sobrancelhas, falava manso como se tentasse explicar algo complicado a uma criancinha estúpida.

"Pra não machucar, Cheollie...", tentou se encolher nos braços dele, mas foi impedida de imediato. Sentia seu corpo sendo consumido por um desespero estranho, ia gozar, mas parecia estar completamente à deriva — só o olhar autoritário de Seungcheol não era suficiente para te manter no chão. "Mas não machuca. Eu... eu aguento, já disse que aguento.", choramingava e era muito contraditória.

Ele assistia suas pernas tremelicando, o corpo contrariava o que a mente fazia questão de impor. Mas se Seungcheol precisava te mostrar isso na prática, ele iria. Não importa o quanto tentasse esconder: tinha um ego gigantesco e ouvir a palavra "frouxo" juntamente ao nome dele na mesma frase havia sido um ataque muito mais eficaz do que ele gostaria que fosse. A paciência se dissipou, os dedos deixando seu interior de repente.

O corpo molinho não mostrou resistência ao ser colocado em cima do balcão que ficava ao lado da pia. Seungcheol inspecionou a bucetinha arruinada, cuspindo ali só para garantir. Você assistia a cena completamente zonza, os bracinhos se apoiando no mármore gelado atrás de você. As mãos fortes se livraram do aperto da calça, o tamanho intimidava 'pra caramba — por mais que você se fingisse de destemida. Era espesso e pesado da pontinha até a base, o inchaço ditava o quão cheinha você iria ficar assim que Cheol terminasse. Não ia caber, talvez escorresse.

Te abriu de uma vez só e você jura ter ouvido sua audição chiando. O gritinho ficou preso na garganta sendo substituído por um som surdo. Ardia, Seungcheol havia te aberto gostosinho com os dedos mais cedo, mas você definitivamente se sentia cheia. Era como se lotasse o seu corpo inteirinho, não adiantava se esforçar para sair — não que você quisesse. O buraquinho mal espasmava, sem conseguir lidar com a pressão. Cheol não impediu mais um suspiro desapontado — parecia fazer aquilo contra os próprios princípios, só para provar que estava certo.

"Princesa, é 'pra tirar?", soava preocupado, o jeitinho cuidadoso não se esvaía de maneira alguma — ele realmente achava que iria acabar te quebrando sem querer. Você negou meio atordoada, os olhinhos apertados, murmurava uma série de 'eu aguento's.. teimosa até o último segundo. Seungcheol detestava teimosia.

Seu corpo tremeu numa estocada forte. Não conseguia nem racionalizar as sensações, as mãozinhas trêmulas arranhavam a superfície gelada, pois não havia onde se segurar. Olhou para baixo, a boca nem se fechava deixando arfares tímidos arranharem a garganta — a voz ainda estava presa, seu estado era patético.

Encarou o ponto onde vocês dois se conectavam. Nunca se acostumaria com o quão obsceno tudo era, Seungcheol te abria tanto... parecia prestes a te rasgar interinha. As dobrinhas da sua entrada acompanhavam os movimentos, apertando sempre que sentia ele sair de dentro de você — até nisso era gulosa.

"Olha 'pra mim.", ele murmurou, as mãos apertando o interior das suas coxas como alerta. E você tentou, jura que tentou, mas a cabecinha pervertida não conseguia tirar o foco do que acontecia no meio de vocês dois. Cheol precisou te agarrar pelo maxilar para finalmente conseguir o que queria.

O rosto austero nunca falhava em fazer sua bucetinha se melar toda — não curtia estressá-lo, mas era difícil sentir outra coisa que não fosse tesão quando ele te olhava desse jeito.

"Era isso que você queria?", socou com mais força e seu corpo retesou com o impacto. Dessa vez não deu para segurar o gemidinho desesperado. Ardia 'pra cacete e era uma delícia, você não sabia mais o que pensar. "Era, porra? Era isso?"

Os dígitos que comprimiam suas bochechas não te deixavam responder de maneira alguma. Cheol foi mais fundo e você sentiu seus olhos arderem, olhava-o cada vez mais estúpida, perdia-se entre gozar ou desmaiar — talvez os dois. Quase choramingou ao sentí-lo sair de repente, mas o aperto no seu rostinho ainda te impedia de muita coisa. Seungcheol te fez olhar para baixo novamente, a outra mão ocupada em te foder com três dedos sem resistência alguma.

"Olha o jeito que 'cê fica aberta, caralho. Acha mesmo que isso não vai machucar depois? Teimosa 'pra cacete.", tentava te dar lição de moral mesmo sabendo que sua cabecinha não processaria nada daquilo. Tudo o que fez foi se molhar mais, quase salivando ao ver o próprio buraquinho arruinado.

Seungcheol sentia a sanidade dele se esvaindo ao te ver tão burra. Você não aprendia mesmo. Logo foi arrematada num beijo bagunçado, mas cheio de tesão. Arranhava os braços fortes, deixando que ele domasse sua boquinha como bem quisesse. Ele te roubou até o último resquício de oxigênio, era obcecado por você — por todas as partes.

Seu sorrisinho molenga e completamente apaixonado quando ele te soltou fez Seungcheol quase esporrar ali mesmo. Se ele soubesse que você precisava ser quebrada para agir desse jeito talvez tivesse o feito muito antes. Novamente, entrou tão forte quanto da primeira vez, o pau escorrendo mais ainda ao sentir o quão quentinha e carente você estava.

Por um tempo, o baque surdo das peles se chocando foi a única coisa que ecoava através das paredes do cômodo. Você já havia se perdido completamente, o corpo ondulando a cada estocada. Choramingava, se babava inteirinha, não queria parar. Seungcheol agora te agarrava pelo cabelo, o outro braço enlaçava sua cintura para te impedir de cair para trás — não era preciso muita análise para notar que você havia sido reduzida a uma bonequinha de foda.

"Agora me responde: eu ainda sou frouxo, princesa?", sussurrou contra sua bochecha, a pergunta parecia retórica. "Fala, _____. Ou eu já te quebrei?", o uso totalmente irregular do seu nome te tirou da órbita desordenada que a sua cabeça fazia. Gastou os últimos neurônios funcionais que tinha para cavar mais fundo a própria cova:

"É... você é. Você-", soluçou. "Você 'tá fazendo tudo que eu quero, tá- Cheollie...'tá... porra, ah!", incoerente, Seungcheol quase não conseguiu te entender. Estúpida, estúpida, estúpida! O homem riu baixinho, mas o tremor do peito dele foi suficiente para te fazer tremer junto.

"Se ainda consegue falar é porque eu não quebrei de verdade...", ele concluiu. Separou-se do seu corpo. "Ajoelha 'pra mim, princesa. Vou acabar com a sua boquinha também."

[adelarsims]

PIA MOONSTONE - BASE SIM

my dear friend liked her, so she's now downloadable! 🦄✨

pia is aurelias' clanmate and best friend since childhood. she's a nosy smartass, loves collecting things and talking about them, especially shiny stones and gems, and fiercely protects those she holds dear.

DOWNLOAD: SFS

she comes with preferences, but isn't dressed, play dress-up with her yourself 👗

[mynameisquoi]

pia takes the time to talk with hester about her father's antics and her relationship with cameron.

hester: so now you're only dating cameron and not my dad? does that mean you're gonna marry him?

pia: someday when you're older you'll understand that love doesn't always work out like in the fairy tales. real life is in many ways more dramatic than fiction, what with all of the jealousy, pettiness, immaturity--

hester: no offense to your life mom, but i think i prefer the fairy tales.

[arkhelios-gameplay]

"You are my true heir, Pia," Giovanni said. "You always have been."

"That's... unsurprising," Pia replied, given his other options were Fabio, Jolanda, and Kaeileen.

"But that also means you have to carry a lot of responsibility when the time comes," Giovanni said.

"You and mother prepared me for it my whole childhood," Pia said. Until you cheated on her and broke the family apart.

[potential-fate]

“Let them judge.” Pia raised her chin. She huffed quietly, “It’s my wedding. Off all the days no one can say anything.” 

Emelia only hummed quietly, but she let the subject drop. 

Pia wasn’t concerned. Someday soon people would accept Elle. It was only a matter of time. Small towns thrived on gossip, but even in a place like Arkhelios, it got old fast. If she was lucky, Roman would do something stupid next month, and everyone would forget about her father’s “new girlfriend”.

[skyward-mirage]

One of Pia's first assignments was to interview her neighbors about their utilities, but she really got stuck on this guy named Hoàng.