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ruth & nadine

antonia & corrinne

iris & xylia (recreated from the sims 2)

laurie

...and more! but they are currently spoilers 😉

I HAVE A NEW SCAVENGER HUNT. SIMBLR, SHOW ME LESBIANS

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Royal Consorts (and almost-Consorts) of the House of Lorimer

1. Charlotte (1616-1667) - Philip I 2. Henrietta (1638-1729) - Charles III 3. Anne (1668-1690) - Philip II ✻ 4. Theodora (1675-1766) - Philip II (second wife) 5. Cosima (1701-1721) - Frederick I ✻ 6. Louise (1704-1782) - Edward IV 7. Patrick (1724-1796) - Augusta 8. Adelaide (1757-1833) - Arthur IV 9. Aveline (1780-1839) - Crown Prince Charles ✻ 10. Georgiana (1781-1866) - Frederick II 11. Joan (1805-1854) - Charles IV 12. Mary Josephine (1838-1916) - Philip III 13. Elizabeth (1865-1896) - Frederick III 14. Ernest (1887-1958) - Jane II ✻ 15. Catherine (1873-1975) - Richard V 16. Frances (1897-1924) - Arthur V ✻ 17. Alice (1903-1971) - Arthur V (second wife) 18. Rosamund (1927-) - Frederick IV 19. Laura (1956-) - Arthur VI 20. Natalie (1977-) - Crown Prince Richard ✻ 21. Carys (1995-) - Matilda II ✻

✻ indicates royal consorts that were never crowned

post inspired by @warwickroyals 💙

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outtakes because i love them, featuring this AMAZING dress by @warwickroyals

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The Nine Queens Regnant of Iverny

House of Hudnall-Westcott

1 | Queen Etheldred, born ~887 CE, r. 903 - 958 2 | Queen Jane I, born 981, r. 1002 - 1036

House of Sullivan

3 | Queen Anne, born 1305, r. 1324 - 1369 4 | Queen Mary, born 1345, r. 1385 - 1388, died 1413 5 | Queen Matilda I, born 1524, r. 1547 - 1613

House of Lorimer

6 | Queen Augusta, born 1722, r. 1741 - 1806 7 | Queen Alexandra, born 1825, r. 1837 - 1838, died 1908 8 | Queen Jane II, born 1892, r. 1909 - 1918 9 | Queen Matilda II, born 1999, r. 2025 -

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The Royal Jewels of Iverny (part 2)

Princess Tatiana's Diamond Bandeau

Of all the figures in the House of Lorimer, Princess Tatiana is considered to be one of the most tragic. She was born Princess Tatiana of Ettinger on a cold January morning in 1902 during the reign of her uncle King Frederick III. The young princess was named after her mother's favorite sister, Grand Duchess Tatiana Alexandrovna of Russia (1860-1956), and bore middle names honoring one king, two queens, and two Russian grand duchesses. Queen Jane II wrote of her young cousin Tatiana in 1913: "She is an especially spirited child, remarkably clever in all the aspects and quite funny. I love all of my many cousins dearly, but Tatiana Ettinger takes up a great deal of my heart."

Tatiana, called Tanya by her siblings, was described by peers, family, and courtiers as a plucky and optimistic young woman, albeit one who struggled with her public-facing role as a Princess of Iverny. She loved parties and had an extensive network of friends, but did not love crowds or publicity, and was prone to what the family called "nervous breakdowns." Modern scholars debate whether the princess had an anxiety disorder or a more serious condition like obsessive-compulsive disorder or schizophrenia. However, such scholarship is rife with speculation, as her deeply protective elder brother, King Arthur V, ordered the destruction of Tatiana's medical records after her death in 1947.

King Richard V and Queen Catherine, as they did with their three elder daughters, commissioned a tiara for the princess's 20th birthday in 1922. The tiara was a meander diamond bandeau, a style popular at the time, and the fashion-forward Tatiana immediately adored it. The tiara became a staple in the princess's wardrobe, and was often worn across the forehead throughout the 1920s and into the 1930s. Sometime after 1935, a row of detachable diamond arches was added to the tiara, with center diamonds that could be exchanged with cabochon emeralds or Ivernian opals. The princess was seen wearing both portions of the tiara as a necklace or choker throughout her life.

Princess Tatiana passed away unexpectedly in 1947 at the age of 45, unmarried and without issue. The tragic loss of Tatiana, a near-universally beloved member of the royal family, patron of eighty charities, and one of the most influential figures in 20th century Ivernian fashion, was an immense blow to the nation and the royal family itself during the post-war period. The death of Tatiana, despite her lower ranking in the family's hierarchy and line of succession, was compared at the time to the "agony" of the deaths of Princess Frances and Queen Jane II a quarter of a century prior. Tatiana's elder siblings Antonia, Arthur, and Helena reportedly became despondent after Tatiana's passing, with their mother Queen Catherine writing, "It appears our family, and our kingdom, has lost its very Sun."

The royal family has never publicized the princess's cause of death, and the diary entries of Princess Antonia, generally a reliable primary source for the history of the royal family in the early 20th century, do not mention the circumstances of Tatiana's death at all. Still, historians have speculated if the entries of Antonia's diaries concerning Tatiana's death were destroyed or redacted. Rumors that Tatiana was assassinated by Italian painter and convicted fraudster Vicenzo Soriano di Rossi, a man speculated to be her lover, were popularized in the 1950s. While King Arthur V did spend the years before his death in 1952 trying to get an international arrest warrant for di Rossi, the claim that di Rossi was involved in the princess's death has little legal evidence to support it.

Tatiana's tiara was unseen until 1955, nearly eight years after her death, when the 59-year-old Princess Antonia wore the original bandeau piece as a choker to the wedding of her nephew, Prince Louis, to the Hon. Theresa Owsten-Godfrey. Antonia continued to wear the tiara as a necklace exclusively for weddings and funerals. After her death in 1974, the Diamond Bandeau appeared to have reverted to the Crown. Queen Laura, who wore it infrequently as a choker in the mid-to-late 1980s, was said to have disliked the tiara as it made her "quite sad." The detachable arch portion of the tiara was either disassembled or sold.

The tiara was not seen again until 2016, when the 19-year-old Princess Eugenia of Ettinger attended the annual Royal Library Benefit. This appearance marked the first time the Diamond Bandeau had been worn as a tiara in nearly seventy years. Sources close to the palace say that the Duke and Duchess of Ettinger, upon Eugenia's birth in 1997, had wanted to name their infant daughter Tatiana Vivian Eugenia. The name, however, was rejected by the King due to family superstition, a decision that deeply upset the Duchess of Ettinger. The King and Queen, in return, gave Princess Tatiana's tiara to the infant princess as consolation to the Duchess, not to be worn until Eugenia reached majority.

HRH The Princess Tatiana wears her new tiara in a portrait photograph taken on her 20th birthday, 1922.

HRH The Princess Tatiana is photographed at a reception with her sisters, 1931.

HRH The Princess Tatiana is photographed at the Irish State Banquet, 1946.

HRH Princess Eugenia of Ettinger speaks with a guest at the Royal Library Benefit, 2016.

Provenance 1. HRH The Princess Tatiana (1922-1947) 2. HRH The Princess Antonia (1947-1974) 3. HM Queen Rosamund, as the Crown (1974-1976) 4. HM Queen Laura, as the Crown (1976-1997) 5. HRH Princess Eugenia of Ettinger (1997-present)

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A little bit of context for today's story post: some Lorimer lore, if you will. content warnings for death and pregnancy.

Above: Formal portrait commissioned by the Palace, c. 1919, age 22. Left: Pictured c. 1905, age 8, with her parents. Right: Pictured c. 1914, age 17.

Frances, Princess of Romilly, (born Frances Elizabeth Imogen Selby; March 5, 1897 - April 11, 1924) was the first wife of King Arthur V and the mother of his three eldest children: King Frederick IV, Prince Patrick, Duke of Statham, and Prince Louis, Duke of Atteberry.

Frances Selby was born on March 5, 1897 in Maloret, Iverny to Lt. Col. James Selby and Lady Imogen Penrose, a niece of Earl Maurice Penrose, husband of King Charles IV’s fifth daughter Princess Georgia. The marriage was loving, but morganatic, and Frances was the only surviving child. 

Frances was enrolled in the Maloret Girls’ School at age six, on the insistence of her mother. She graduated in 1914 and had planned to enroll at St. Anne’s Women’s College in Lorain, but the outbreak of World War I prevented this. Frances’s father, James, was drafted into the war at age 50 for his military accomplishments in the 1889 Isle of Leonne Offensive, a brief land dispute between Iverny and the United Kingdom. His actions as a Lieutenant colonel during a 1915 Western Front battle, while directly in opposition to his superior’s commands, were responsible for saving the lives of nearly 1,200 Ivernian soldiers. He was dishonorably discharged for insubordination in November 1915, but received a pardon directly from the Queen. In January 1916, he was knighted by Queen Jane II and awarded an Augustan Cross for valor, the highest military honor in Iverny. Frances reportedly met then Prince Arthur of Ettinger, the Queen’s cousin, at this ceremony.

Prince Arthur and Frances quickly bonded over their shared love of books and reading. According to the diaries of his sister Princess Antonia, the prince reportedly gave up to thirty-three books as gifts to the young Frances, and loaned out several copies from both his personal library and the Queen’s Clemons Palace library. It did not come as a surprise to the family when Arthur asked the Queen’s permission to marry Frances in the fall of 1917. The match proved unpopular in the Assembly and amongst the Royal Family for being morganatic, especially because Arthur was second-in-line to the throne behind his father, and Queen Jane II had yet to marry and produce an heir. However, the Queen approved the marriage on the grounds that morganatic marriages, while unpopular, were not against the law, and that she “saw the deep Affection and Trust between these two young people.” This infuriated Arthur’s mother, the Duchess of Ettinger, who had been trying to arrange a marriage between Arthur and one of her Romanov relatives for years. The wedding and marriage were delayed by the Queen for months at the Duchess’s insistence as the Russian Revolution made contact with her family almost impossible. 

The Queen died unexpectedly at age 26 in November 1918 from the Spanish Flu, shocking the nation and sending the royal family into upheaval. The Duke of Ettinger ascended the throne as Richard V, and both his wife and the Assembly urged him to prohibit the marriage. The new king refused on the grounds that “continuation of the Family line is essential” and that “through all of their Hardships, Miss Selby and the Crown Prince have stayed true to themselves and steadfastly honoured the love between them. Despite her humble background, she will make a fine Queen for this nation.” The two were finally married in February 1919 at Herriot Cathedral in Gaucelin. The Princess became a dedicated patron of many of the same causes that the very popular Queen Jane II supported, such as labor and occupational safety and education, as well as several of her own, including literacy and public libraries, quickly endearing her to the skeptical public. Her popularity exploded almost overnight.

The couple’s first child, Prince Frederick of Romilly, was born in January 1920, followed by another son, Prince Patrick, in the summer of 1922. Both pregnancies and deliveries were easy and uncomplicated. When the Princess fell pregnant again in 1923, court diarists wrote that she complained often of exhaustion and chills, and was confined to bedrest for much of the pregnancy. In April 1924, the Princess went into labor. After almost eleven hours of no progress despite labor symptoms, the court physician determined that the baby was breeched and ordered a cesarean section. Court midwives desperately contested this decision, but the Princess agreed to the surgery. The child, Prince Louis of Romilly, was born healthy on April 8, 1924, and initially the Princess recovered well from the delivery. However, the next day, the Princess developed a fever and extreme fatigue, and her condition rapidly deteriorated. The Princess died on April 11, 1924 at 27 years old, three days after giving birth to her third son, from sepsis and postpartum hemorrhage. The nation, still reeling from the shock of losing Queen Jane II unexpectedly five years prior, was in shock, outrage, and disbelief, but none moreso than the Crown Prince himself. 

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The Royal Jewels of Iverny (part 1)

Queen Catherine's Emerald Diadem

Out of any tiara in the Ivernian royal collection, none are more closely associated with one specific member of the royal family than the emerald and diamond kokoshnik often worn by Princess Claudia, Princess Royal. While it is lovingly called "Princess Claudia's Tiara" by both the public and the royal family, the tiara is formally known as Queen Catherine's Emerald Diadem.

In 1891, Grand Duchess Yekaterina Alexandrovna of Russia, a great-granddaughter of Emperor Paul I of Russia, was betrothed to the third son of King Philip III of Iverny and Queen Mary Josephine, Prince Richard, the future Duke of Ettinger. As a wedding gift, the bride's parents commissioned a kokoshnik tiara set with emeralds from the collections of the bride's grandmothers, Grand Duchess Elena Pavlovna and Grand Duchess Anna Feodorovna. The young Yekaterina was delighted, and the tiara became a beloved reminder of home as she entered in to a new chapter of life in Iverny as Duchess of Ettinger.

After the tragic and sudden death of her niece Queen Jane II in the fall of 1918, Catherine stepped into her new role as consort alongside her husband, the newly crowned King Richard V. Her emerald kokoshnik tiara was worn for countless state dinners, galas, balls, and portraits throughout her eight-year tenure as queen, and into the 1930s and 1940s in her role as Queen Mother.

In 1949, on the occasion of her granddaughter's 15th birthday, Queen Catherine gifted the tiara to King Arthur V's only daughter, Princess Catherine. The young Princess Royal was said to be "positively elated" by the gift from her namesake. The Princess Royal wore the tiara regularly up until the early 1970s, when she gifted it to her niece, Princess Claudia. Reportedly, the note given to Princess Claudia alongside the tiara read "from one Princess Royal to Another, from your dear Aunt Cathy."

Princess Claudia first debuted Queen Catherine's Emerald Diadem in 1972. Over the past fifty years, the Princess Royal has worn the tiara almost exclusively, from her brother's coronation in 1976 to her own wedding in 1988 to nearly every state dinner. It is unknown if the Princess Royal will continue to wear the tiara into her old age, or if she will pass it on to her own niece, the junior Princess Royal, Princess Caroline, Countess Hatheway, as many anticipate.

HRH Catherine, Duchess of Ettinger, wears the yet-unnamed tiara in a portrait photograph, 1893.

HM Queen Catherine's first official painted portrait in her role as Queen consort, 1921.

HRH Princess Catherine, Princess Royal, wears her grandmother's Emerald Diadem at the French State Dinner, 1957.

HRH Princess Claudia, Princess Royal, shakes hands with guests at His Majesty's Charity Benefit Gala in Gaucelin, 1980.

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i'm a big fan of the nantucket bunk: https://sims2artists.com/index.php?topic=2316.0

i also recommend veranka and shaundak's ts3 conversions, michelle's addon bunk beds, and ThreadAndSandpaper's shiftable addon beds here: https://threadandsandpaper.dreamwidth.org/tag/mesh:+bed

Argh ok link me your fave bunk beds pls

I'm caving lmao

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taking a brief break from the hell universe (real life) to jump on the meme train lmao (tag game from @adelarsims, inspired by @aheathen-conceivably)

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24 11 favorite screenshots of 2024

i spent a lot of time this year away from simming (not by choice) so i definitely do not have enough screenshots to do 24 favorites. but here are some that i like anyway! 🎉

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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.

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The Crown Prince found himself wandering the first floor hallways of Clemons Palace, desperate to avoid the swarms of guests flocking between the ballroom and the banquet hall. The hubbub, the cheery Christmas music, the mess and disarray– it was all too much for him, especially now. Last year, he had only attended the Advent Ball because his mother begged him, and even then, he still felt guilty.

To be truthful, Arthur hadn't stopped feeling guilty since April 8, 1924.

He should have stopped them. He should have known better, trusted the midwives when they begged the doctor not to perform the surgery. It still would have been a difficult birth, he knew that much, but maybe things could have turned out differently. If he had only said something, or gotten there earlier, or–

"All by yourself?" An unknown voice, a woman's, yanked him back down to earth.

He prayed it wasn't the nanny– the last thing Arthur needed right now was to listen to Frederick or Patrick’s inconsolable nighttime cries for their mother. Especially Patrick, the poor boy was only three, he still didn't understand–

A woman walked into the hallway, the clack of her heels dampened by the carpet.

"Truthfully, it's much too chaotic for me as well. I've never been to a party like this before. I thought Ivernians were supposed to be more restrained, like the English," the woman laughed softly. She had an very subtle accent he couldn't quite place– maybe Danish? Dutch?

He looked over at the figure down the hallway, dressed in a shimmering red gown with pearls and crystals dripping from her neck, her arms, her hair. Clearly, she was no servant.

"Excuse me?" said Arthur.

"Then, I suppose, this country does have more cultural ties with the French," she said. "Isn't there some distant relationship with Brittany, Normandy, and such? And the Celts, of course, though I suppose Iverny's northern neighbor is moreso known for that. Enough redheads in Caerinion to put Ireland and Scotland to shame."

Arthur hadn't been expecting this... impromptu history lecture.

"Well, yes, as two island nations adjacent to the British Isles and France, you would be correct in assuming that we share cultural similarities with both," said Arthur very flatly. Was this not already common knowledge? "I take it this is your first visit to this country?"

"I've been to Bethencort once, when I was a child," said the woman. "But that was long before I started working on my magister."

She stopped in front of a painting.

Arthur spoke. "So you are..."

"A student," she said, before clearing her throat behind a gloved hand. "Fifth-year, Institutes of History and Linguistics, Faculty of Arts, Rhine University of Bonn, German Republic. My father is a professor but I was admitted on my own merit. My Abitur scores were very high, and the hard work to get there was entirely my own."

The Crown Prince was impressed into silence.

"Oh, this portrait," said the woman. "Such a classic. Princess Marie-Louise Pascaline of France. Your Queen Louise, right? I just adore François Boucher's work."

"That's the original," said Arthur.

"Well, it's quite small!" the woman laughed. It was such a joyful, simple sound that Arthur found himself taken aback by it. Was it the first genuine laugh he had heard that night? In weeks, perhaps?

She turned around, the crystals and gilt thread on her dress shimmering in the candlelight. "This one isn't," she motioned to the painting behind them. "Who are these people? This is the painting you were looking at when I walked in."

Arthur sighed, not in annoyance or tiredness, but in a mood altogether something else, something foreign. He didn't turn around to face the portrait. "It is the wedding portrait of Lady Anne Starling and the future Philip II of Iverny. I couldn't tell you who painted it."

"I see," she said.

The woman's mouth was quiet as she turned to walk down the hall, but her heels and her crystal headband clacked as she moved.

"May I ask why someone as... talkative as yourself deigns to hide themself away in the Portrait Gallery during one of the most illustrious parties of the year?" Arthur said, turning to follow her. "Is there not some distinguished faculty you could perhaps discuss art history with in the ballroom?"

"Well, it's not so simple," she began. "Two is company and any more is a crowd, and I don't do very well with crowds. And my siblings– each very dear to me, do not get the wrong idea– refuse to leave me alone."

"I know the feeling," said Arthur.

"I have no idea where my father and his companion have gone off to, and my mother is occupied in conversation, so I am left to wrangle my four sisters by myself," the woman sighed, clearly overwhelmed. "The worst are Luise and Beatrix, who do not know English well enough and keep urging me to ask men to dance with them."

"Sounds like one of my younger sisters," Arthur said, thinking of Tatiana pestering Matilda and Antonia at every ball when they were adolescents.

"Little Gesine is like me, nervous in a crowd and clings to me like a baby chimp–" (Arthur laughed aloud at this.) "And my poor elder sister Sabine is terribly melancholy because the young duke who invited our family refuses to speak with her. So forgive me for taking refuge somewhere quiet."

"Which duke?" asked Arthur.

She paused. "The Duke of... Ettering?"

"The Duke of Ettinger?" Arthur shuddered at the thought.

"Yes!" the woman said immediately. Arthur winced.

"I think it a blessing in disguise that he does not speak to her," said Arthur. "Trust me. He's a philanderer with a ruinous character and a deceitful streak."

"Oh, I had suspicions of the same," said the woman with a knowing look. "Difficult to convince her of that, though. What was your name again? Goodness me, did you ever offer it?"

The Crown Prince hesitated for a moment. There was no use keeping it a secret, especially not after openly calling his brother deceitful. The woman would probably figure out his identity at some point regardless, if she hadn't already. For a brief moment, though, he was just her peer, and he had begun to take respite in that. Wait... since when had he grown fond of this interrupting, effusive stranger in the first place?

"Arthur," said the Crown Prince. "And yours?"

The woman turned to face him.

"Alix."

Part 1.

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Portrait of HRH The Duchess of Ettinger photographed on occasion of her 30th birthday in April 1989.

In this photograph, the Duchess is wearing Queen Elizabeth's Diamond Tiara and the Braganza Wedding Necklace and Earrings. The tiara is reportedly one of the heaviest in the Ivernian Royal Family's collection, but here the Duchess wears it with grace.

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i need everyone in royalty/history simblr to do a read-up on nazi and fascist dogwhistles real quick

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Hi I wanted to know if it was possible to askk I noticed that these hairs of Feral Poodles were not updated: Dahlia, Jenna, Maggie, Monica & Monique if it was possible you could update it so I can use it in the future for my decades challenge if not, I understandd. Thanks. Thank you for all the work you do!

all five hairs fulfilled here! :)

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understand what you said, but does that mean no one can write with blonde hair blue eyed characters anymore? Is there any other proof this creator is basically a nazi? Or are they just using characters that they relate to? I do think all stories need a mix of characters, but not everyone will do that and to call those with blonde hair and writing about blonde haired sims nazis is a bit extreme.

hi. thanks for the message, anon.

i didn't call this blogger a nazi. honestly, i don't think they are a nazi! i'm pointing out how nazi and fascist rhetoric can infiltrate spaces without people realizing what they're doing is, in fact, nazi and fascist rhetoric. this is not unique to simblr! this is fucking everywhere! you know that meme of the muscular blonde guy with a beard that represents good choices, being "based" etc? the "angel face" and "witch face" on tiktok? that's nazi rhetoric too!

let's look at the wikipedia article for nordicism, the idea of a "nordic race" that is superior to all other people:

This distinction was repeated by Charles Morris in his book The Aryan Race (1888), which argued that the original Aryans could be identified by their blond hair and other Nordic features, such as dolichocephaly (long skull). The argument was given extra impetus by the French anthropologist Vacher de Lapouge in his book L’Aryen, in which he argued that the "dolichocephalic-blond" people were natural leaders, destined to rule over more brachycephalic (short-skulled) people.

Nordicists claimed that Nordics had formed upper tiers of ancient civilisations, even in the Mediterranean civilisations of antiquity, which had declined once this dominant race had been assimilated. Thus they argued that ancient evidence suggested that leading Romans like Nero, Sulla and Cato were blond or red-haired.

so writing a royal family that are blonde haired, blue eyed white people with above average intelligence and strength... do you see how this rings a few alarm bells for me?

"Or are they just using characters that they relate to?" oh anon, you just gave the whole game away! you can't relate to people of color? you can't relate to fucking, i don't know, a white redhead with brown eyes? is that what this is about? seriously? you can't relate to asian people? you can't relate to black people?

"all stories need a mix of people but not everyone will do that" oh honey i know. i know you don't want to write about people of color, or gay people (unless they're like, conventionally attractive cis bi people or yaoi gay twinks), or trans people, or disabled people, or fat people, or jewish people, or muslim people. i see it every fucking day. and honestly, i don't want you to write about those people if you find them unrelatable, because you're probably just going to write them into massive bigoted caricatures and stereotypes. keep writing your white people if they're the only ones you see as relatable human beings!

no, i didn't call this person a nazi. i don't think they're a nazi. i don't think you, anon, are a nazi. i just think that person, and simblr as a whole, has a fucking problem because they can't recognize that writing something like that is harmful and literally Aryan Race Science 101. and people have the fucking GALL to be like "i just don't understand why fascism is on the rise all over the world." everyone needs to do better.

it's unfortunate if you had good intentions by sending this, anon, but no, i will not fucking apologize for being an asshole when the thing i'm complaining about is literally racism and eugenics.