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SUBMISSIONS OPEN FOR: PENNY PIZZAZZ IN 'ON THE TON'

It's the turn of the century, and the world is filled with wonder. Dirigibles soar overhead, clockwork automata wander the streets, and spellcasters hawk potions on street corners. But Penny is an ordinary woman, with her sights set on much less lofty goals: true love. That's got to be easier than a dirigible, right?

[ Bachelorette Challenge submission information below the cut ]

Penelope "Pizzazz" Coleman is the orphaned daughter of some of San Myshuno's wealthiest aristocrats, and she's renowned across the city for her immaculate taste in clothes, food, art, and everything else under the sun. Even though she has it all, she can't help but want for more. Sure, the respect is nice, the reputation is wonderful, the money is dreamy. But would a little romance be too much to ask? Penny doesn't think so, and now she's on the hunt for her other half.

GUIDELINES:

OCCULTS: Spellcasters, Werewolves, and Vampires are welcome, but please keep them "human-passing." No non-EA occults, and none of the other occults. Lorewise: Spellcaster magic is not a secret but is still not fully understood - but it's very fashionable. The existence of vampires and werewolves is considered folkloric/cryptid-y, although they're very real.

Penny is bisexual so all genders are welcome, but she is monogamous. Please don't send any already-partnered sims. Sims with children or families are welcome though!

Young Adults and Adults

Please only submit one actual contestant for the challenge.

Please try to keep the sim's look in line with the steampunk theme of the world - EGL, piratey, late Victorian, or Edwardian are also welcome.

Maxis match or maxis mix please, and try to go light on the accessories and skin details. I have too much cc in my game already

I may adjust the sims to suit my style! Including adding/changing outfits, skin details, hairstyles, etc.

PLEASE give the sims some reasonable skills! Skill challenges will be a part of the bach challenge.

I will be using JaneSimsten's Regency Romance mod as a basis for this BC, so if you have it feel free to incorporate traits or aspirations from the mod. Otherwise, just keep in mind a sense of "ye olde Proper Society." Whether your sims choose to embrace it or disregard it is up to you.

Tag me when you post your submission, and use the hasthag #PennyOnTheTon so I can find your post!

Feel free to add lots of backstory/personality detail! The more the better :D

Downloads can be shared publicly or privately

I have all packs except the fairy pack, so feel free to make use of as many EA items as you like.

I will be accepting 7 sims at most, or however many are submitted by the time the deadline arrives.

Deadline is SEPTEMBER 7

Please feel free to message me or send asks with any questions!

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Chestnut Station

A CC Free Wild West Train Depot

Lot size: 30x20 Price: §19,671 Lot type: Museum Location: The Oak Barrel, Chestnut Ridge

I really like trains guys. Nothing hits better than a fraught goodbye at a train station. I don't make the rules, I just make the builds to enforce 'em.

More info and download under the cut 😘

I've had this build made for a minute, I originally made it for my crossed wires short story, and then I realized I wanted to make it cc-free for download. Honestly that ended up being WAY more of an effort than I anticipated because the open roof is such an important part of this build, and we don't have a non-cc way to change the undersides of roofs (EA please I'm begging). Did I end up TOOLing a random fence debug asset up there? Yes. Yes I did. So be careful with the roof friends its a little sensitive. Move objects on is a necessity.

Yes, this is based on Red Dead Redemption 2, let's be real many of my builds are. Even has the gaming table at the end, but at least you don't have to work on the gambler challenge there, that's a real blessing.

I hope all you guys enjoy this and get some fun play out of it. Honestly it also works great as an open-air museum for a modern save, when I was taking photos I had it on triple speed to get the lighting right and watched a ton of sims just like wander around and I felt like I was absolutely watching them visit a little museum. So this one REALLY pulls double duty.

As always please tag me if you use it, seeing my builds in action is one of my favorite ways to get serotonin these days.

Fully playtested, but this is probably more of a screenshot lot than not, there's not a ton to do. I do not think the easel is functional, I think I may have sacrificed that for aesthetics. If you delete the box/crate under it will work fine.

Gallery ID: antiqueplumbobs

SFS | Google Drive

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💋 Give Me A Kiss

Challenge: Ready for a kiss? Show me your most beautiful kisses, or the ones that give you butterflies in your stomach. There are no limits and everyone can join in.

Eep! Thank you for the tag @thebramblewood . You gave me such a good excuse to walk down memory lane when I miss my pixels SO much…

I’ve been in a bit of a hidey hole so I have no idea who’s been tagged (therefore if you’ve already done it please forgive me and also of course feel free to ignore!) @greatbritishsimchallenge @eslanes @historybunnny @swiftviolets @silverseaming @sirianasims @theplottdump @igotsnothing plus anyone else who’s feeling the spirit, feel free to play along and tag me too 💋

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"…and don’t you dare say that part about the baby carriage." 🎶

(1972 - A Vegas Wedding, Part 3/3 featuring this set by @surely-sims with a special appearance from this one too)

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i'll follow you into the dark

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hey! not much, just dropping in to send good vibes and say that i'm glad you're OK - and i hope life will sort itself out soon <3 simblr can wait! no one's going anywhere. well, i'm not anyway, so do take care of yourself.

Hey, my dear!! Thank you so much!

The little voice in my brain sometimes likes to tell me that if I take “too many” breaks or if they’re “too long” no one will be there when I get back, so I really appreciate this message 🫂

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Hey Darlings 🌻

I just wanted to pop in and say that I’m sorry for disappearing on y’all! I had fully intended to finish 1936 before I took another break but sometimes ✨ life ✨ has other plans in store for you. That being said hopefully I can finish the year for yall soon.

Miss you all! Hope everyone’s Summer (or Winter) is going well 💋

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that pillowfort scene obliterated me. genuinely no comment. 11/10. "Spice Level: Bisexual Disaster on a Power Trip" YEAH NO KIDDING -prev lesbian anon

Because it’s me. I’m the bisexual disaster.

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There are some nights where you simply feel like you can have it all. Whatever guilty self-awareness or external reckoning may be waiting for you just over the horizon is still hiding in the shadows of night. So for now at least, you’re drunk on power or promise or whatever thrill it was secretly simmering under your skin and guiding your actions all along.

The giddy dance of the nerve-endings in your fingertips tells you that you are invincible - you can have it all, no matter who or what might stand in your way. So what if its at the cost of the people you love? You're so close you can taste it; and it isn't your fault if they made it all too easy to move them out of your way like poorly placed chess pieces.

The only thing that threatens that moment is that you're now standing on the precipice of everything you want, or at least everything you think you want. Somewhere just over the horizon is the possibility that maybe it wasn't worth the things you did to get there, and that maybe it isn't everything you dreamed it would be after all.

But not tonight. Not when you close your eyes and you're suspended somewhere on the cliff of fantasy and promise, reality not yet given the chance to expose the cracks in your vision and send it all tumbling down. No, for now at least, its all still just a dream...

Scene continues here on Pillowfort. - Spice Level: Officially Approaching Smut with a heavy dose of character analysis (4/5 🌶️’s) - Content Warning: NSFW (🔞), Jo’s power fantasies, the spirits of bi-panic (you have been warned).

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jo is being SO selfish here smh. and while i don't agree with what she's doing, i kinda understand why she's acting like this? like they all ended up in this situation in new mexico in the first place because of gio being selfish and manipulative, so i guess maybe to jo it seems only fair for her to do the same? and i can also kind of understand zelda's worrying about antoine resenting her? but man. jo what are you doing. (also living for the moment she reached behind val for the bottle even though it was kind of sinister in retrospect. GAYYYY) -prev lesbian anon

Preach, PLA! You know I love that sweet spot between questionable moral actions and understandable (if grey) motivating factors. And lemme tell you, this has been the moment I had in mind for that concept literally since day one in New Mexico.

Because there’s a central tenant that has guided a lot of Jo’s actions, and that is how far can you take “justifiable” revenge before you are the one who is responsible for your actions? How far can you stretch the idea that “well they did it to me first” before you’re responsible for not healing or walking away? When are you “even” and if that’s not even really possible, then when does this justification just become a smokescreen for your own whims? Now I ain’t asking these questions thinking any of us will have a clear cut answer, but more so to highlight just how much more grey it can get every time you apply this logic, especially when people (including yes sometimes, us, the audience) tell it to the person who has been wronged (Jo, in this case) over and over again until not even really SHE has the answers.

But also WHO KNEW REACHING FOR WHISKEY COULD BE SO SEXUALLY CHARGED? Y’all pour one out for Val at this moment who’s full blown gay panic while Jo barely even knows she exists…

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Just wanted to let you know that I have been binging your Darlington story for the past two days and your story telling skills are simply amazing. I have been laughing and crying with these characters, each so close to my heart with all their flaws and nuances. You have created beau, authentic, layered personalities and each character is relatable in one way or another, which makes it so easy to fall in love with them. I can’t wait to see how Violette’s story will turn out as well.

HELLO! (wipes tiny, happy tear and clears throat) thank you so much, new friend 🥹

It always makes me so damn heartened to hear that somebody went and read older posts (especially if you’re binging it like good dramatic TV that is an HONOR). I feel like I’m constantly brewing a potion to make sure everybody has juuuust enough flaws and relatable motivations and joy and pain so hearin’ it’s working really gives me a little extra turbo boost to keep on working on this silly little story when I need one.

(me adding a little more drama than necessary to the potion…)

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It was well past dark but still too early to yet be called morning. It was Zelda’s favorite time of day - somewhere between sunset and midnight, when the darkness had yet to become threatening, but most of the world was either asleep or in a quiet trance all their own. She was firmly lost in the latter - a book open by lamplight and the sound of croaking frogs to accompany each line. 

Just past her eyesight, the familiar feeling of light green eyes the exact shade as her own looked down on her. They kept her firmly tethered somewhere between the story and the present, the painting now a talisman of memory that usually brought her more comfort than pain. She flipped the page in front of her, setting it down quietly as her ears picked up the sound of footsteps on the front porch of their house.

For a split-second she thought that it must have been Antoine coming back inside after playing his guitar in the farmyard. He used to do that after a long day’s work - sitting in the light of a bonfire as the sun faded, losing track of time as the stars grew brighter and the notes came more easily. But he never did that anymore. He rarely even played at home now, and she knew that his guitar was tucked away in its case as he slept. So the sound echoing up the stairwell couldn’t be him. 

Panic fluttered Zelda’s heart, and she considered waking him; but then she instantly felt guilty. He had barely been home 48 hours, and she knew how utterly exhausted he was from their last trip. Two small, insistent knocks sounded on the front door. Against her better judgement, Zelda leapt to her feet. She crept silently down the stairs, her sole concern being that the knocks would sound again if she didn’t - only next time loud enough to wake her sleeping family.

As she emerged into the darkness of the kitchen a wave of relief flooded Zelda’s body. She could see now that the sound had come not from some nameless threat, but from a familiar face. She rushed to the door a bit faster, now alight with new worries that something else was amiss - something that would draw Josephine to the front door of a house she now rarely visited at half past eleven PM.

When she saw Zelda, a mirrored relief crept into Josephine’s eyes on the other side of the glass. Zelda opened the door standing between them, letting a cold gust of air into the warm farmhouse as she offered Jo a worried smile. “Are you alright? Has something happened?”

Jo waved her hand nonchalantly, raising her voice in pitch but not in volume. “No no, there’s nothing to worry over. Do you want a cigarette? I don’t want to wake them.”

Looking over her shoulder once more, Zelda angled the farmhouse door closed behind her and stepped one bare foot over the threshold to meet Jo outside. Then she followed her to the edge of the porch where she took two fresh cigarettes from the half empty pack stashed in her pocket. She passed one to Zelda wordlessly, turning back toward the horizon before Zelda could even take a drag. “So did he tell you about Los Angeles?”

The cigarette dangled forgotten and suspended in Zelda’s hand. She could feel the acid start to turn in her stomach as her mind began to race. “He did. Is - is everything alright?”

“Is he going to come?”

Zelda was well used to how bluntly Jo often spoke. Even still, she was taken aback by her question, uttered with little to no hesitation in the cold darkness of the sheltered porch of her house. “He - he said he doesn’t know. The money is good but - but the loan isn’t a danger anymore and he said he could just go back to your first tour. Hosa’s bars. Stay close. Play a couple weeks a year…”

The unsmoked cigarettes in each of their hands had seemingly been forgotten. Concentrated intensity flooded Jo’s green eyes, and she locked them on Zelda’s so intently that she couldn’t possibly look away. “Zelda, listen to me. I need you to talk to him, alright?”

“What? Me? Why? I -”

Jo spoke quickly, putting a comforting hand on Zelda’s shoulder and ignoring the twisting in her stomach that was begging her to walk away and follow her own path. “He’s worried about you, okay? About leaving so long and taking the deal. You have to talk to him. If not he’ll say no and regret it his whole life.”

She could practically feel the ribbons spilling out her mouth, weaving around them both with a fervent finesse. “Is that how you want him to live? With regret? Never knowing what he could have been? And listen, I know it’s a lot to put on you but he can’t know why you’re asking or that I talked to you. If he does he’ll be afraid that you’re doing it just for him and not yourself, and then he’ll say no all the same. I know my brother. Months, years will go by and then he’ll come to realize that he never got to know. He’ll regret it. He will. You have to at least give him the chance.”

Zelda was silent, trying desperately to think of anything to say. She knew that he was worried. Of course he had told her, just as he had told her about the deal and his desires to come back home. But was he really just saying no only for her sake? What sort of regret and resentment would he hold for her then? What kind of life would they find themselves living at fifty when he woke up and realized the woman sleeping beside him was the same one holding him back? What kind of wife would she be, what kind of woman -

“Zelda…” Jo’s voice interrupted her spiraling like a splash of ice water thrown in her face. “Listen to me, please. You can trust me, I promise. I would never lead you astray. I’m your sister.”

The world felt like it tilted, the patined eyes of a decades old painting taking on an olive green hue as the ones presently gazing at her became paler in the moonlight. She looked down into them, her own eyes flickering back and forth as she searched them for some sign of comfort and right and good as her mind straddled a gauzy limbo between the present and past.

“Okay.” There was a certain guilt ridden tremor in her voice as she looked back out toward the horizon. It began to blur through her tears and took her attention away from the eyes still staring at her intensely. Unseen in the corner of her eye, they narrowed as though in victory.

My sister. “I’ll talk to him. For you. I promise.”

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Sometime just before sunset, Josephine angled a 1932 Ford Roadster off the unmarked sand and onto a crude gravel driveway. Nearly every mile she had driven for the last four weeks had been accompanied by the same thoughts, so much so that it had almost become an obsession. If he says no you’re nothing. You’re back to square one. All you have to show for it all is that shitty farmhouse and no career. You need him. Whether you like it or not you need him.

Amidst the heavy weight in her mind, she eased the car forward to where she knew Val liked to keep it parked. She already knew that meant the end of yet another stretch on the road; still, the running commentary accompanied even that final inch. He has to say yes. He has to. But catching sight of a glint of turquoise on the front porch, she killed the engine and threw the door open with a smile.

Val had been alerted to Jo's arrival by the familiar roar of her own car's engine long before she had even pulled into the driveway. She was already waiting at the edge of the porch with a well informed remark by the time one of Jo's heels hit the ground. “So Los Angeles this time, huh?”

He has to say yes. He has to. 

Jo turned in her direction, trying to let the sight of Val wash away the anxious thoughts still trying to creep up the back of her neck into her mind. If he says no you're back to that bar. Back to square one with nothing to show for it. “Well I hope so, at least.”

Val tilted her head sympathetically, nodding toward the front door of her house. “You coming inside?”

Jo closed the car door behind her, feeling the lightness of a natural smile on her face after weeks of fake ones. “Of course. Got my bottle ready?”

“Always do.”

Jo stopped in the living room to take off her gloves and scarf as she was in the habit of doing. As she pulled the fabric off her left hand she paused, her eyes trailing through the room to the small hallway on her right. Although she had been here half a dozen times now, that simple wooden doorway still gave her pause each and every time. Except every one of those times it had been closed. Until now.

Somewhere in the next room Val was rummaging through the cupboard, speaking absently about something Jo couldn't even hear. Because the door was wide open. The red trimmings of the windows were enclosed with the swirls of floral drapes, the simple crafted carvings of the bedframe paired with a beige sheet. On the walls were tapestries hanging alongside a small fireplace - placed there no doubt to keep the room warm when the desert nights grew too cold.

“You know you really gave him a scare if he started pulling out his Los Angeles contacts.” At the mention of Los Angeles, Jo looked back toward the kitchen, where Val was already unscrewing the lid of her bottle. “Antoine makes him too much damn money for him to let you go without his best fight.”

Jo finished pulling the glove off her left hand, setting it neatly next to a stack of books as she walked past the bedroom to meet Val in the kitchen. “Yeah, well. Seems like it'll all be for nothing in the end.”

“Oh?” Val punctuated the sound by setting a full drink down on the counter and then leaning next to it. Jo sank next to her, picking up the glass and speaking in its direction. “Honestly? I don’t think he’s going to take it. It's been weeks since he heard and every time I try to bring it up he shuts me down. He just - I don’t know. I think I’m losing him, I guess. And I - I know it's alot. The drives, being away from home, Lottie -”

“Lose? Hah. I’ve never known you to be one to lose anything. Or at least not to take it lying down with a frown and a drink like some louse.”

Jo looked sideways toward her, pride and a touch of anger sharpening her gaze. Val tilted her head and shrugged one of her shoulders as though to say, glare all you want. You know I’m right. Looking away, Jo sighed heavily, consigning herself to the fact that Val had done little more than say what was already in her mind. She tilted back her glass, keeping it to her lips rather than answer.

As the ice rattled toward the bottom of a half drunk glass, Val looked at Jo's profile, now grown uncharacteristically anxious and grim despite how many times she continued to angle her cup back. When Val spoke again her words were softer, tinged with a note of apology and encouragement rather than sarcastic goading. “I’m just saying. If you really think it’s what’s best for you all then you’ll find a way. That's all.”

Jo could practically hear her heartbeat echoing in her skull, racing alongside the sound of her thoughts there. She held the empty cup in her hand, staring off into space as her grip on the glass tightened. Pieces began to move on the chess board in her mind, laying themselves out on the path forward with striking clarity. Just let me get home. Talk to Zelda.

Nostrils flared and shoulders low, she looked sideways toward Val, reaching her hand below the small of her back and across both of her hips. But her gaze wasn't on Val's eyes. It was on the whiskey bottle just over her right shoulder, now completely forgotten by the person who had set it there as her eyes widened and breath caught in her throat at Jo's sudden movement.

Trying to hide the momentary surprise in her posture, Val looked down at the whiskey bottle now in Jo's hand. She blinked twice, trying to remind herself that it was there as she pulled her arm as close to her as she possibly could. "Ha - are - are you trying to polish that thing off once and for all or something?"

Lost in her own thoughts, Jo hadn't even registered the nervous laughter that had accompanied Val's question. Instead she set the bottle back down between them, holding her drink for a moment as she stared off toward the same invisible point she had been looking at before. Then she brought the glass to her lips and emptied it in one quick movement. When she finally answered the words were lit by the alcohol still burning through her throat.

“I’m going to Los Angeles.”

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Bewitching Fifties🌞✨ a 19 piece CAS Set for the Modern Witch

I've got something really fun for you today! This set is inspired by and dedicated to my dear friend @doctorsimcraft. I wanted to make something for her Witchy 50s inspired Gen 2, as well as give her some separates she could mix and match for her characters and townies! There's a ton of fun colors and patterns, and I really think you'll have a blast cooking up combos like a cauldron full of mac and cheese. This set includes 19 pieces: 6 tops, 4 bottoms, 2 fullbody swimsuits, an Accessory Belt Overlay and a bunch of WITCH HATS!

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SIMBLR | TWITCH | TWITTER | BLUESKY

✨ SET PREVIEWS AND FREE GIFTS! ✨

(EARLY ACCESS, FREE JULY 18TH)

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immortalis

the undying

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🧚🏾(always purple)

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“No one woman has endless patience. She’ll leave. She’ll take your child. She’ll find someone else. Someone who’s there. Now he might not love her quite as much as you do but he will make her feel less lonely. Less like she’s just waiting for her life instead of living it. But you’ll recover. Because all of this, this is what you want. You can’t stop. You just have to let it all go. Stop fighting me. I can feel it. I can feel you fading…”

Evidence that guitar ghost is just a projection of Antoine’s deepest subconscious fears?