#willa

[the-morningstar-family]

Merry Sinmas!

Thank you to to @thecatgirl-luvmyrocky for letting me use their background!

[gil-notskajla]

I love you bray descendant women!!! | KO-FI

[sommeliersims]

Hello!

So...it's been a minute. Long story short, lost my saves a while ago, found some back-ups but progress was lost, life happened, eventually got back into playing. But for some reason never got back to posting here. Thought about it a lot though, the simming community has always brought me so much joy.

Anyways, to anyone who is still here - I've missed you ♥

Thought I'd come back introducing my newest family that I started playing this summer and take it from there. So this is the Lodge family, Willa and Tom with their 3 kids, son Kyd and daughters Hero and Quinn.

Happy simming!

[animentality]

[nightwonder7]

First batch of Art Fight attacks 2024!

Characters and their creators:

Obsidian - nugget_illustrations / Nugget-Illustrations Cornelius - fortold_mmmm / Fortold_mmm Willa - @kaitoushootingstar / Kaitou_Leafy The 2nd species - Zeivara

[loverboyromanroy]

LOVE WINS!!!

[lessbians]

ALSO someone mentioned on tiktok during the conwilla wedding how willa had 3 bridesmaids on her side, leaving 3 empty spaces next to connor.... for his siblings who all left his wedding...... i'm legit crying conheads idk how much more of this i can take

[lindenmybeloved]

Taps top of art. Hey come get y’all’s food

[terrazaurio]

The cage is open.

You can walk out anytime you want.

Why are you still in there?

Successions, am I right? Heh

Sophie Roy, Conwilla's first child I invented, Tomshiv's first child I invented too and Iverson Roy!!

[andreadarcyart]

Fairyary Day 16: Willa 🧚‍♀️

I’m sorry but Willa is the best, she really is the highlight of the first movie. She was so funny (made me laugh out loud so much) and animated, making such amazing annoyed and happy expressions full of energy. Love her so much, she’s the greatest 😂🦋💜

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Summaries under the cut

The Music of Dolphins by Karen Hesse

Mila creates headlines around the world when she is rescued from an unpopulated island off the coast of Florida. Now a teenager, she has been raised by dolphins from the age of four.

Researchers teach Mila language and music. She learns, too, about rules and expectations, about locked doors and broken promies, disappointment and betrayal.

But the more Mila finds out what it means to be human, the more deeply she longs for her ocean home.

Emmy and the Incredible Shrinking Rat by Lynne Jonell

Emmy was a good girl. At least she tried very hard to be good. She did her homework without being told. She ate all her vegetables, even the slimy ones. And she never talked back to her nanny, Miss Barmy, although it was almost impossible to keep quiet, some days.

She really was a little too good. Which is why she liked to sit by the Rat. The Rat was not good at all . . .

Gideon the Cutpurse by Linda Buckley-Archer

1763.

Gideon Seymour, cutpurse and gentleman, hides from the villainous Tar Man. Suddenly the sky peels away like fabric and from the gaping hole fall two curious-looking children. Peter Schock and Kate Dyer have fallen straight from the twenty-first century, thanks to an experiment with an antigravity machine. Before Gideon and the children have a chance to gather their wits, the Tar Man takes off with the machine -- and Kate and Peter's only chance of getting home. Soon Gideon, Kate, and Peter are swept into a journey through eighteenth-century London and form a bond that, they hope, will stand strong in the face of unfathomable treachery.

Dragonbreath by Ursula Vernon

It's not easy for Danny Dragonbreath to be the sole mythical creature in a school for reptiles and amphibians -- especially because he can't breathe fire like other dragons (as the school bully loves to remind him). But having a unique family comes in handy sometimes, like when his sea-serpent cousin takes Danny and his best iguana friend on a mindboggling underwater tour, complete with vomiting sea cucumbers and giant squid. It sure beats reading the encyclopedia to research his ocean report . . .

Undertow by Michael Buckley

Sixteen-year-old Lyric Walker’s life is forever changed when she witnesses the arrival of 30,000 Alpha, a five-nation race of ocean-dwelling warriors, on her beach in Coney Island. The world’s initial wonder and awe over the Alpha quickly turns ugly and paranoid and violent, and Lyric’s small town transforms into a military zone with humans on one side and Alpha on the other. When Lyric is recruited to help the crown prince, a boy named Fathom, assimilate, she begins to fall for him. But their love is a dangerous one, and there are forces on both sides working to keep them apart. Only, what if the Alpha are not actually the enemy? What if they are in fact humanity’s only hope of survival? Because the real enemy is coming. And it’s more terrifying than anything the world has ever seen.

Poison by Chris Wooding

Poison has always been a willful, contrary girl, prone to being argumentative and stubborn. So when her sister is snatched by the mean-spirited faeries, she seeks out the Phaerie Lord to get her back.

But finding him isn't easy, and the quest leads Poison into a murderous world of intrigue, danger, and deadly storytelling. With only her wits and her friends to aid her, Poison must survive the attentions of the Phaerie Lord, rescue her sister, and thwart a plot that's beyond anything she (or the reader) can imagine. . . .

Kiki Strike by Kirsten Miller

Life will never be the same for Ananka Fishbein after she ventures into an enormous sinkhole near her New York City apartment. A million rats, delinquent Girl Scouts out for revenge, and a secret city below the streets of Manhattan combine in this remarkable novel about a darker side of New York City you have only just begun to know about…

Willa by Robert Beatty

Move without a sound. Steal without a trace.

Willa, a young night-spirit, is her clan's best thief. She creeps into the cabins of the day-folk under cover of darkness and takes what they won't miss. It's dangerous work--the day-folk kill whatever they don't understand--but Willa will do anything to win the approval of the padaran, the charismatic leader of the Faeran people.

When Willa's curiosity leaves her hurt and stranded in the day-folk world, she calls upon the old powers of her beloved grandmother, and the unbreakable bonds of her forest allies, to escape. Only then does she begin to discover the shocking truth: that not all of her day-folk enemies are the same, and that the foundations of her own Faeran society are crumbling. What do you do when you realize that the society you were born and raised in is rife with evil? Do you raise your voice? Do you stand up against it?

As forces of unfathomable destruction encroach on her forest home, Willa must decide who she truly is, facing deadly force with the warmest compassion, sinister corruption with trusted alliance, and finding a home for her longing heart.

Sammy Keyes by Wendelin Van Draanen

Grams always told her those binoculars would get her into trouble. Now Sammy's witnessed a crime at the Heavenly Hotel-a light fingered thief stealing $4,000 from Madame Nashira, the astrologer with the fire-hazard hair-do. Thing is, while she was watching him, he was watching her, too...

First Light by Rebecca Stead

Peter is thrilled to join his parents on an expedition to Greenland, where his father studies global warming. Peter will get to skip school, drive a dogsled, and finally share in his dad's adventures. But on the ice cap, Peter struggles to understand a series of visions that both frighten and entice him. Thea has never seen the sun. Her extraordinary people, suspected of witchcraft and nearly driven to extinction, have retreated to a secret world they've built deep inside the arctic ice. As Thea dreams of a path to Earth's surface, Peter's search for answers brings him ever closer to her hidden home.

[thedeviltohisangel]

MUSTANG ON A PRAIRIE

Ok. Completely self-indulgent post me attending a rodeo thing. Yellowstone/Cowboy AU that was originally a Cass/John AU but seemed to fit Austin? Let me know if you guys would be at all interested in something further with this pairing and universe 🤠💕

Willa put her car into park and looked across the expanse of land that all fell under the name of the Strickland Ranch. God was it intimidating sometimes. It was daunting to see the green grass stretch even further than her eyes could see. Daunting to watch the way her father ached over every head of cattle and every horse and every cowboy. Daunting to think that anyone truly expected her to run this place one day. She was having a hard enough time getting through her first clerkship.

The sound of hooting and hollering had her looking to the right at one of the pens at the front of her family’s property, closest to the stables. It looked like that new mustang had just been let out of the trailer he’d been trying to kick his way through for a couple days. He looked beautiful in the Montana sunshine. His hair so black it looked like a rainbow when the light hit it just right. She hated when they brought back a wild horse to break. She knew the feeling all too well.

“Evening, boys,” she called as she strolled over to the fence. They all tipped their hats and greeted her with a chorus of ma’am’s before turning their attention back to where the newest ranch hand had pulled the short straw and was sat on the back of the mustang as he bucked. “Our resident bull rider didn’t want the honor?”

“No, ma’am, he’s getting ready for the rodeo tonight.” As if he sensed they were talking about him, Willa looked towards the bunkhouse and saw his figure leaning in the doorway. She swears he smiled at her.

“Right. Well don’t keep Chris up there so late he misses the rodeo. Want to be able to laugh at him later.” They all laughed. “See you all tonight.” She threw the blonde cowboy in the distance a parting glance, he was already watching her, before disappearing into the house to get ready for tonight.

-

She held her friends hand as they took their seats on the bleachers. Willa had a clear view of her father in row one, no doubt ready to castrate his ranch hand that was competing tonight, and was perfectly in line with shoot four where her handsome cowboy would be.

“You didn’t give him a good luck kiss beforehand?” her friend asked.

“No. He hates that shit on rodeo days. I barely even looked at him this afternoon.” Willa munched on a French fry.

“I’m surprised your dad would let him ride. Hard to be a good cowboy if you break your back on a bull.” The elbow in her side was sharp.

“Don’t talk like that.” Her father hated that Austin rode bulls. Had threatened to fire him the moment he got hurt. If he even got sore. But James Strickland hated the way he looked at his daughter even more. “My father doesn’t own him.” She couldn’t look her in the eye when she said it.

When his name was announced as the next rider, Guns N’ Roses blaring through the speakers, everyone cheers except for Willa. This was where her nerves settled in. It was only ever 8 seconds. 8 seconds of holding on tight and then it would be over.

The shoot opened and people cheered. The bull bucked and bucked but he stayed on. Held tight and looked like it was nothing. Like it was Sunday morning and the sun was shining just for him. Down to the toothpick lazily hanging from his mouth.

The buzzer rang at 8, the crowd erupting as Willa simply exhaled. The bull being chased around the pen as the cowboy in question cheered himself and faced the adoration. She spared a glance at her father, stoic and no trace of anything to give his feelings away.

“Willa! He’s coming this way!” It was her turn to be elbowed as her friend was frantically trying to grab her attention. Oh no, not something public. Whatever it was between them had been so good. So good because it was in the shadows. Truck bed nights. Sunrise rides. Sneaking out to the bar three towns over where hopefully no one would recognize her or her name.

“Ma’am.” Gracefully, he placed his signature cowboy hat on the top of her head. With a wink and a searing smile he walked back the way he came like it was nothing at all.

-

Regardless of her constant blush and the jealous stares of the all the women at the rodeo, she kept the hat on all night.

They did their best to keep a healthy distance to not invite any scrutiny, Willa picking at her funnel cake and Austin smiling for photos and autographs with the younger children that considered him a local hero.

Slowly but surely couples were breaking off towards the band that was playing an acoustic song. Something soft and slow about falling in love but questioning if it was worth the risk. The irony wasn’t lost on her. “Excuse me, Miss Strickland, but might I borrow you for a dance?” She swallowed the piece of fried dough in her mouth and nodded silently as he offered her a hand, kissing the back, and let her to the open patch of grass where everyone else had paired off.

“You were amazing tonight,” she whispered as they found a slow rhythm.

“I’m happy you decided to come. Know you don’t like it.” He wanted to steal a kiss but knew better. The money in riding could be good if you were good enough. Austin was more than good enough, sponsors already sending out feelers and trying to get him on the national circuit. The money would be to build a little house somewhere on the acres of property for them to live in one day, something all their own. A ring for her finger.

“You seem so inspired when you’re up there. Makes me want to get back into racing.” Willa had been quite the prolific barrel rider before she was sent off to law school. Barrel racers got into too much trouble for her to keep up with it.

“You should race again. Should let me take you for a ride tomorrow. Sierra can stretch her legs and-“

“I want to ride the mustang in the front paddock.” He paused their dancing.

“Wills, he’s not ready. Needs a few more days.”

“He doesn’t need to be broken. He’s fine just as he is.” Austin laughed and composed himself, pulling her closer and brushing his nose against hers.

“You want to ride the wild thing, you can ride the wild thing. We’ll see how that goes as soon as the sun rises.” His lips ghosted over hers but didn’t quite kiss her.

“Want to win me a teddy bear?” she whispered.

“Let’s go get you the biggest teddy bear this side of the Mississippi.”

[sommeliersims]

Happy birthday to Kyd, finally a YA!

[the-morningstar-family]

Steal the child.

Alastor, bewildered: "Excuse me? What -"

He quickly looked around the corner in case his child was ment. But, in relief, he just saw another kid. The relief quickly disappeared when he noticed what kind of child it was. Of course the first friend she makes has to be a hellhound.

'Pull yourself together, it's just a child, he has no control over what he is-'

Alastor's well aware of prejudice after all, and he had no desire to enact it due to something so ridiculous.

Alastor: "Nova dear, I see you have made a new friend mh?"

Nova, turning to Felix: "Are we friends?"

Felix, happily: "Sure!"

Nova: "I think so"

???: "Felix? Honey, where are you, we should-"

A hellhound, presumably Felix' mother, stood in front of them. She seemed friendly. But Alastor's cursed prey instinct are nagging him to grab Nova and run-

???: "Oh hello, I'm Willa, I'm Felix' mother. Who did you meet honey"

She kneels down to her son, who runs to her with a wagging tail.

Felix: "I've made friends with Nova!"

The boy points to her, and she waves back shyly. Willa glances to Nova, then Alastor. And her eyes chance, just for a second, as she looks at him. As if she noticed something.

Willa: "Nice to meet you honey"

Nova, hiding more behind Alastor: "H-Hello."

Willa: "Why don't you look around a little longer?"

Felix almost drags Nova with him in excitement. Nova isn't scared as much as a little reserved. That's good, small steps.

Willa, clearing her throat: "I'm sorry to intrude but... Well would you be open to let them meet more often? Quite some children don't get along with Felix. Either because he's so energetic or because of..."

She gestures to her eye. Ah yes children can be cruel. Alastor would've liked to simply say no, and never see the dogs again.

But that wouldn't be fair to either child.

Oh he's going soft

Alastor: "Certainly."

[rainwingmarvel7]

ASOIAF Inktober Day 23 - Wildlings

"We don't kneel for anyone beyond the Wall." - Mance Rayder

Lord Victyr Dormaire flees Hardhome with Willa

[elliotly]

REPORT ON EXISTENCE VS NON-EXISTENCE OF THE AFTERLIFE:

1. Does Hell exist?

2. If Hell exists, is it a forest?

(little character moodboards we made really quickly for the MCs of our november-novel WIP!)