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Sebastián was panting and sweating when he reached Caroline's house. Yaya opened the door, looking confused and concerned.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where is she?"

"Sebastián, please. You shouldn't be here. If Don Beltran comes home and finds you here, I can't even imagine what he would do." Yamarex's pleas fell on deaf ears as he frantically ran through every room of the house, shouting Caroline's name until he finally found her in the nursery.

"Sebastián, why have you come here?" she asked, her eyes wide with astonishment.

His eyes were fixed on her as she cradled the baby in her arms. "Whose child is that, Caroline?"

"What do you mean?" Caroline asked, laying the baby down in his cradle. "Sebastián, you know whose child this is," she said, trembling.

"Don't lie to me!" He gripped her arm firmly. "I overheard some women talking. Rumors are going around that the child is not Don Beltrans." Am I the father of the child, Caroline?" She didn't answer; she only stared at him with those big, green, terrified eyes. "Answer me, damn it!" he shouted so loud that it startled her, and she finally spoke.

"Stop it, Sebastián, please stop. You're hurting me. He is not your child."

"Don't you dare lie to me! The child came early, and I did the math. I heard what they—"

"Enough! Stop this nonsense. You come here making unfounded accusations based on what? Baseless gossip? It's not uncommon for babies to arrive early. You have no right to come into my house and accost me this way!" she retorted fiercely.

He released his grip on her and spoke more softly. "I implore you, Caroline. Tell me the truth."

"I already told you the truth. You should not have come here. How dare you doubt my word, my honor! Do you think so low of me I would keep this kind of secret? Listen carefully to my words: Listen carefully to my words, HE. IS. NOT. YOUR. CHILD." She spoke slowly and deliberately, stressing each word. At that moment, the baby let out a cry. "It is time for you to leave," she said coldly.

Sebastián tried to speak to her, to apologize, but Caroline would not hear it.

"Out of the love I once bore for you, I won't say a word of this to my husband. Now, please leave and never come back."

Feeling humiliated, he bowed his head in shame and departed. How could he have given a second thought to such petty gossip?

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Yaya has been a bright spot in Sebastián’s life. She has a unique way of bringing a smile to his face, lifting the weight of his worries, even if just for a moment. Yet, he couldn’t help but think of Caroline from time to time. The vivid image of her face lingered in his mind, casting shadows over his moments of joy. He couldn’t help but wonder how she was faring as a mother and imagine the life they might have shared if only she had chosen to flee with him. Earlier, he may have sought updates on Caroline from Yaya, but as their relationship grew, he realized it was no longer fitting to make such a request

On this particular day, his thoughts were so loud that he could not keep his promise to Father Soledad to stay away from the tavern. When he arrived at the establishment, he settled at the bar and ordered his favorite drink. He didn’t realize that Mr. Beaufort and Don Beltran were sitting at a table nearby.

“I finally have a son! I have an heir to carry on my name,” Don Beltran boasted to anyone who would listen. “Pablo, pour a drink for everyone in my honor,” he ordered the tavern keeper.

Sebastián felt sick. He had come to this place to escape his demons, but they had followed him. After gulping down his drink, he left the premises.

Outside the tavern, two women were chatting. Although they were trying to be discreet, Sebastián overheard their conversation.

“It took three wives for Don Beltran to finally father a child. Looks like the old saying holds true—the third time’s the charm,” one of them said, chuckling.

“I’m not one to gossip, but rumor is that Don Beltran has always been infertile. He’s been married twice before and has had countless affairs, yet he never had a child—it’s something to consider, don’t you think?” the other replied.

“No, but that doesn’t signify.”

“It’s also quite peculiar that the child was born three months early, and one must wonder where those alluring dark eyes came from. Green eyes are something both Don Beltran and his wife have in common,” the second woman noted, prompting a gasp from her companion.

“But, I’m not one to get involved in gossip, so don’t let on that you heard this from me,” she added.

After what he just heard, a whirlwind of thoughts suddenly filled Sebastián’s mind, and the world seemed to spin around him. He thought back to the night he had shared with Caroline. He had vowed not to come near her, but what he had just heard made it impossible to uphold that promise.

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Over in Spain… Sofia celebrated her 13th birthday in a radiant royal blue gown that highlighted her youthful elegance. Alejandro and María watched with pride as their daughter continued to blossom into a beautiful and intelligent young lady. A painting of her likeness was commissioned to commemorate this special occasion, capturing her beauty and grace. Isabel's joy was immeasurable when she received a copy of the portrait and the exciting news that they planned to visit in six months

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A little message for mostly YouTube builders but y’all in general, I hope I’m not being too rough but..

I know it’s been just a couple of days but guys what you mean when you say you were expecting more “Mexican” style furniture in the new ep? 😭😭 y’all don’t expect us to have art deco or modern stuff? Like seriously, what do you guys want 😂 We all Mexican simmers think this new pack is very accurate, you can even ask the simmers that worked in the official builds 🤷🏻‍♀️

Y’all really falling over the Americanized cliché of Mexico fr, this pack is inspired in Mexico City. We are a city, the population is like 24million, we’re a really big city 💀 please leave your “villas” and “haciendas” to oasis springs or sol del valey.

Please I beg you to not come and say “oh this is not giving Mexico” cause clearly you don’t know what are you talking about, be educated fr. I said it before and I’m gonna keep talking about it; But the architectural limitations in Mexico are pretty much non-existent. We probably have every single architectural style you can think about. Modern, post-modern, brutalist, art deco, mid century, colonial, Romanesque, gothic among others, probably even Tudor 😭 so you coming and expecting us to only have the villas or colorful haciendas fiesta salsa talcos it really hurts me as Mexican 😂

I’m not hating against them, I love them and as I said we have all types of places so keep doing them if you want but that’s not really common in Mexico City. So why y’all keep going with the same villas or just straight boxes builds 😭 please do more research over than using only Pinterest please, is really not that hard 🙏🏻 there’s a lot of fellow Mexican simmers, there’s google, google maps, you can even do a research of Mexico City in airbnb 😭😭 likeeee there’s a ton of ways to get information really…. You can really step up your building game if you only do a proper research. As I’ve seen a lot of you do for other worlds, why not taking the time for Mexico? Why y’all don’t respect us as much as other cultures?:(

And I know and I understand y’all probably won’t be 100% accurate if you’re not Mexicans but that doesn’t mean you can build a Los Angeles Spanish style of home and get away with it by saying “sorry if is not that accurate” 😭 cause you’re not even trying :( Mind you I been working on a uk inspired save when I never been outside my country other than some places in Canada and Florida and I’m still doing very realistic builds just by doing some research. And I’m 100% sure almost every other realistic builder is in the same situation.

Y’all are amazing and you’re so creative, I love that about the community and I know y’all can do wonderful things if doing a really small but proper research!

And next time you wanna talk about if something is giving or not Mexican at least be educated before talking about something you don’t know, it’s honestly very disrespectful. Y’all are better than that and please don’t take this as an offense, this is more like constructive criticism. I know y’all not doing this on purpose, this is just based on ignorance which is nothing bad, you can always learn something new!🥺 please do better!!

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The performers had set up their stage on the grassy verge bordering the bustling town square, drawing an eager crowd when Sebastián, Ángela, Andr��s, Ana Lucia, and Yamarex arrived. They managed to secure spots right at the front just as the play—a tale of two buccaneers vying for the love of a woman—began. The performance was a captivating blend of drama, comedy, suspense, and romance, holding the audience spellbound.

Ana Lucia was particularly enchanted. She envisioned herself on stage, singing and dancing with fervor. She was eager to return to her mamá and tell her all about it.

As the play concluded, the crowd erupted into applause and cheers, celebrating the performers who bowed proudly on stage. They lingered afterward, mingling with the audience. Ángela was drawn to one performer, Pierre Fontaine, whose charm sent a flutter through her stomach, her body tingled with a sense of excitement she had never felt before. Her pulse quickened as her palms dampened with sweat. The spark between them was undeniable. He was smitten not only by her beauty but also by her clever remarks and infectious laughter. His hands were shaking just as much as hers, although he tried to appear confident.

The children also found a new friend named Rosalía. Her family had just arrived in town after their home was destroyed by a flood. She was overjoyed to be introduced to them and make new friends, as she had felt lonely since arriving. Ana Lucia invited her to come by the house whenever she wanted to play with them.

"We should begin our journey home as the night draws near, and we still need to take Yaya home," Sebastián said.

"That is unnecessary. I'll be okay getting home," Yamarex replied, not wanting to inconvenience them.

However, Sebastián was adamant. "It is no trouble at all; besides, you shouldn't be traveling alone at this hour."

Pierre said his goodbyes, his eyes lingering on Ángela as he asked if he could see her again. She gladly accepted.

When they got to Yamarex's village, Sebastián was wrapped in her embrace. "Thank you for inviting me. I had the most wonderful time."

"I am glad you joined us, Yaya." He pulled her in closer, and she could feel his breath caressing her neck. Her hair was fragrant with the scent of lavender. Had she always smelled so heavenly? he pondered. As Ángela watched them, she couldn't help but smile. They said their goodbyes to Yamarex and then started their journey back home.

When they returned, Isabel was curious to hear about the adventures they had on their day. Ángela and Sebastián were so absorbed in their thoughts that they didn't even register her words. On the contrary, Ana Lucia was eager to tell everyone what she had seen. She detailed the play thoroughly. When she finally finished, a broad smile spread across her face, and she exclaimed, "I want to be a performer when I grow up."

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Once a month, Sebastián and Ángela were tasked with selling Isabel’s baked goods and fruit compotes. As the first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon, they headed to the town square to set up shop. On their way, they ran into Yamarex, who made her way to town every Saturday to sell her handcrafted jewelry. Her pieces, made from vibrant beads and the mesmerizing Larimar stone found in the nearby mountains, always drew a crowd.

The town square was alive with activity. The sound of music mingled with the delicious aromas wafting from the nearby food vendors. One man strummed the fiddle gracefully while another’s voice echoed with heartfelt songs. On their way to enjoy the entertainment, Father Soledad approached them. After hearing the rumors about Sebastián’s recent behavior, he had much to say. His expression showed profound disappointment as he gave Sebastián a piece of his mind. Sebastián stood silently, listening respectfully, before apologizing for his actions.

After selling all the goods, they headed to where the townspeople had gathered to hear the music. Ángela excitedly begged Sebastián to join her in a dance. At first, he was hesitant, but her infectious enthusiasm soon wore down his resistance. He relaxed and began to enjoy himself, laughing more freely and heartily than he had in a long time. Caught up in the moment, he grabbed Yamarex and pulled her into the dance. She was more than pleased to comply, and together, they twirled and swayed to the music, their laughter mingling with the melodies.

After exhausting themselves dancing, they sat on a nearby bench to watch the stars emerge. “Thank you so much for the dance, Yaya. It was a lot of fun,” Sebastián said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

“It was a delight, Seb,” she replied warmly.

“Did you know a traveling theater will perform in our town next week? Ángela and Ana Lucia have been pestering me to accompany them to see the performance. Would you care to join us, Yaya?” She gladly accepted the invitation and was excited to spend more time with Sebastián.

“If you’ll permit me, Father Soledad has a point. Your face looks better without that beard.”

“What do you mean? Don’t you think it makes me look dashing?” Sebastián asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“That’s not what I was implying,” she said apologetically.

“It’s ok, Yaya. I am just teasing,” he said, giving her the warmest smile.

“To me, you always look dashingly handsome,” she said coyly.

That night, Sebastián went home and shaved.

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For @plumbob-pudding's Henford Ladies College

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Traits: Bookworm, Romantic

Margaret Walker, an 18-year-old dreamer from Harlem, is on the brink of an exhilarating new phase. Endowed with a sharp intellect and a deeply romantic soul, she often seeks solace and inspiration in the pages of her notebooks. The only child of a charming jazz vocalist and club proprietor, Margaret was nurtured amid jazz's vibrant beats and captivating narratives, which profoundly influenced her creative writing.

Her father's club, a haven pulsating with soulful melodies and the stories of jazz legends, has always been her greatest muse. Despite the demands of managing the club, her father has unwaveringly supported her dreams, particularly after her mother's early departure. Understanding her potential to become a significant storyteller, he has vowed to fund her education at Henford Ladies College in England.

Filled with excitement and apprehension, Margaret prepares to leave the familiar comfort of her neighborhood library—her long-time refuge where she refined her literary skills—for the prestigious corridors of Henford Ladies College. Carrying the lessons of her Harlem upbringing and the rich cultural experiences from her father's club, she steps forward into her future.

How will her life's vibrant, eclectic influences in Harlem and the immersive jazz environment shape her voice as a writer abroad?

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Packs Used: Growing Together, Cottage Living, Discover University, Island Living, Get Famous, Seasons, City Living, Get Together, Get to Work, Dreamhome Decorator, Paranormal Stuff, Vintage Glamour and Simtimates Collection

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Santiago woke up from his nap, crying loudly. The wails echoed through the house, stirring Manuel from his own sleep. Instinctively, Manuel climbed out of bed and walked over to Santiago’s cradle.

Manuel looked down at his baby brother, his voice filled with kindness. “Did you have a bad dream? It’s okay; everything will be fine. I’ll make you feel better.” Determined to comfort Santiago, Manuel climbed into the cradle, made funny sounds, and blew raspberries on Santiago’s tummy to cheer him up.

Manuel’s efforts were rewarded as Santiago’s cries gradually became joyous giggles. The baby’s laughter was contagious, and soon Manuel was laughing too. Their shared happiness filled the room with a comforting aura, and soon, the two brothers were peacefully asleep, nestled in the cradle.

Magdalena, having heard the earlier cries, gently opened the bedroom door. The sight that greeted her filled her heart with warmth and joy. Her two baby boys were sleeping peacefully beside each other. As she approached the cradle, Manuel’s eyes fluttered open. “Bebe, what are you doing in here?” she asked.

Manuel rubbed his eyes and replied, “He was crying, Mama, so I made him feel better. I was protecting him.”

Magdalena’s heart swelled with pride. “Oh, my sweet boy. Thank you. You did a wonderful job,” she said, her voice full of love. She lifted Manuel from the cradle, kissed his forehead, and carried him to his bed. After tucking him in snugly, she whispered, “Sleep well, my little protector.”

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

As every year this is a good date to remember the daily struggle for the rights of the LBGT+ community. It is also a time to learn about the people who made it possible for us to identify ourselves as who we are today without fear of reprisals or being punished by the law. This month I got involved in the history of Argentina and its different movements for the fight for rights through the 20th century. Here I come to share some important figures, some more known than others, but obviously there are a lot that I have left out of this publication.

Sara Facio (1932-2024) & Maria Elena Walsh (1930-2011)

A couple of intellectual artists that would need a separate publication to go deeper into the subject. Sara is one of the greatest Latin American photographers who with her camera contributed to the creation of the most outstanding photographic heritage of the country. Maria Elena is a writer, singer and composer whose children's songs resonate to this day because they are much more profound than they seem and are still relevant today.

Salvadora Medina Onrubia (1894-1972)

She was a writer, militant anarchist, single mother and the first woman to run a newspaper in the country. She was the first Argentinean woman to dare to write about double sinners, lesbians and adulteresses. One of her most valued plays was Las descentradas, premiered in 1929. There, Salvadora honors her own contradictions, narrating women who question monogamous structures, marriage and the traditional family.

Malva Solis (1920-2015)

She was a transvestite writer who lived for 95 years when the life expectancy of this community in the country was under 40 years old. In 1951 founded the first trans organization on record, Maricas Unidas Argentinas. She has the oldest series of trans photographs in the country, dating from 1940 to 1980, when simply having those photographs at home was cause for being arrested. There is a documentary based on the photographs and conversations with her at her home called "Con Nombre de flor".

Jorge Horacio Ballve Piñero (1920-?)

Piñero was a young man from a well-to-do family of the Buenos Aires society at the beginning of the century. Together with his best friend Adolfo and Blanca, he organized gatherings in his apartment in Recoleta, and was a pioneer of male erotic photography. They mixed the privileged social class with workers, dishwashers, gas station workers, sailors and cadets from the Military College. These three characters were involved in a police case involving cadets from the military college, known as the Cadet Scandal. In the police archives remain captive the photographic collection, intended for pleasure and personal aesthetic enjoyment that tragically proved key to incriminate some friends who just wanted to have fun.

Ruth Mary Kelly (1925-1994)

She was a bisexual woman, who worked as a "Wohoo Worker". Founder of Grupo Safo in 1972, the first Argentine lesbian organization, and of the Frente de Liberación Homosexual (Homosexual Liberation Front). In 1972 she wrote Memorial de los Infiernos about her experiences as a "Wohoo" worker and bisexual, persecuted by the psychiatric-prison system.

Manuel Puig (1932-1990)

He was an Argentine writer and LGBT+ activist, author of the novels Boquitas pintadas, El beso de la mujer araña (Considered one of the most recognized LGBT works in Latin America and one of the best works in Spanish of the 20th century) etc. He also fought against authoritarianism and machismo, and was one of the founders of the Homosexual Liberation Front in 1971, one of the first associations for the defense of LGBTQI+ rights.

Mariela Muñoz (1943-2017)

She was the first transsexual woman to be recognized by the state and given a female ID card on May 2, 1997. At the age of 16 she became independent, and it was then that she began caring for children, teenagers and single mothers. She cared for children who had been abandoned by their mothers, whom she loved and cared for. She raised, during her lifetime, 23 children and 30 grandchildren. In a dispute over the guardianship of 3 children in 1993, Argentina was confronted for the first time with the debate as to whether a transsexual person "could be a mother"

Carlos Jauregui (1957-1996) & Raul Soria

Carlos was a History professor and the founder of the Civil Association Gays for Civil Rights, organizer of the first Pride march in Buenos Aires and an essential figure for Argentine activism. In 1984, he broke with the schemes by appearing in the magazine Siete Días embracing the activist Raul Soria, a homosexual person assumed his sexuality in a public way for the first time. He believed that media visibility is fundamental for LGTB people. Leaving aside the fear and silence that other generations suffered for years. In 1985, Raul would present himself as the first gay candidate for congressman in the country.

Roberto Jauregui (1960-1994)

Brother of Carlos, was a journalist, actor and the first activist for the rights of people with HIV in the country. In 1989 he exposed the inequality in access to treatment at that time due to the price of medication. He played a central role in marches, actions, talks and interviews to demand human rights for people living with the virus. A well-known phrase of his is "Showing one's face is not easy in a society that discriminates, censures and separates".

Cris Miró (1965-1999)

Cris was the first visible trans people that appeared in the media and broke with the "transvestite" paradigm. A dental student, she got involved in the artistic underworld and later studied classical dance, musical comedy and acting. Her career was meteoric: the popularity of revue theater catapulted her to the small screen where she became a sought-after figure in the most popular programs. On June 23rd, a series about his life inspired by his biography was released, available on Prime Video.

Alejandro Vannelli (1948-) y Ernesto Larresse (1950-)

They were the first couple in the province of Buenos Aires to get legally married on July 30, 2010 after the Equal Marriage Law was passed. They met in 1976 because of a triple A bomb in the theater where Larresse was performing with Nacha Guevara, then he joined the cast of Vannelli. At the beginning they did not like each other because of Vanelli's appearance as a wealthy young man and Larresse was the opposite, but opposites attracted and they were a couple for 34 years.

Norma Castillo (1943-) y Ramona "Cachita" Arévalo (1943-2018)

They were the of South America's first gay marriage on April 9, 2010. Norma and Ramona were married to two Colombians, who were cousins to each other. During the dictatorship they both went into exile in Colombia and there they fell in love and lived their romance clandestinely, until Cachita separated and Norma was widowed by her husband. They lived their love freely and even opened an LGBT discotheque in Colombia. In 1998 they returned to Argentina and began to work in sexual diversity organizations.

Feliciano Centurión 1962-1996)

He was a visual artist, a Paraguayan painter professionally trained in Argentina. He grew up in a home dominated by women, where he learned to sew and crochet. Inspired by queer aesthetics and folk art, he used to incorporate household textiles and references to the natural world. She handled kitsch art and languages not considered high art with a great deal of knowledge and sensitivity.

Humberto Tortonese (1964-) , Alejandro Urdapilleta (1954-2013) & Batato Barea (1961-1991)

Batato was an actor and "literary transvestite clown" as he called himself, one of the most important personalities of the underground theater movement of the post-dictatorship years. Together with Alejandro Urdapilleta and Humberto Tortonese, revolutionized the underground scene of the 80's - in places like the Parakultural. They disguised themselves, wore make-up and improvised delirious and strident scenes for the decade.

Sandra Mihanovich & Celeste Carballo

Sandra and Celeste are two singers who were visibly lesbians during the 80s and early 90s. Together they released the albums "Somos mucho mas que dos" and "Mujer contra mujer" which became a symbol of belonging for the whole LGBTQ arc in our country. They managed to be part of the rock scene, an area historically dominated by men. Sandra among all her songs is "Soy lo que soy" released in 1984 composed by Henry Jerman.

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Magdalena’s heart ached every time she saw Manuel so forlorn. She planned a special afternoon at the beach for them alone. They created magnificent sand sculptures, had fun playing in the sand, and went for a refreshing swim. Manuel’s face beamed with delight, his eyes twinkling with joy. Magdalena was filled with happiness when she saw her son smiling again.

Eventually, she found the perfect moment to sit him down and engage in a heartfelt conversation. “I know I haven’t been able to spend much time with you lately, and I am so sorry for that.” Manuel’s eyes got teary, and he asked, “Is it because you love Santiago better?” Upon hearing this, Magdalena felt her heart breaking. “Your brother still can not care for himself, so we must provide him with the care he needs. We must protect him to ensure his well-being. That doesn’t mean we love you any less. Don’t worry, Mamá and Pápa’s love for you is unshakeable, like a rock.”

“I want to protect him too, Mama, can I?” He asked.

“Of course you can. As the big brother, you must look out for your little brother.”

Santiago gazed up at her with his luminous green eyes. “Yes, Mamá, I will protect him, and I will protect you too.”

“Yes, you will. I love you so much, mi querido niño.” She embraced him tightly, wanting him to feel the warmth of her love. They sat in the water, feeling the gentle waves ripple around them, the sun setting in the distance and the sound of seagulls in the air. They watched the fishing boats drift by before heading home.

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With Ángela's help and encouraging cheers, Santiago learned to sit up on his own. Magdalena's face beamed joyfully as she exclaimed, "You have a real gift with the children. Soon, he'll be walking with ease!"

Manuel felt a deep, piercing pang of envy and disappointment when he saw his aunt's face light up as she played with his infant brother. After his baby brother's arrival, he felt like his parents had forgotten him, but he still had his beloved auntie to spend time with, until now - even she seemed to have cast him aside.

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Hello! Welcome to my Simblr, a place where I will be sharing my Sim’s stories/Novela and gameplay.

🏝️Sánchez Family Tree  (There are spoilers, I update the three as I play and I am way ahead in game)

📜 The Sánchez Legacy - Beginning /  The Sánchez Family - Latest Post

1700s 

1710s

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🖼️ Sánchez Family Portraits  /  Wedding Portraits

I created this Tumblr as a personal space to store all my screenshots, intended for my eyes only. However, when my founding mom almost died during childbirth, I felt inspired to write a short story about it. To my surprise, I found immense enjoyment in the process. That’s how my storytelling journey began.

I’m playing The Sánchez Legacy, a TS4 Decades Challenge, starting in the 1700s. My posts blend gameplay and storytelling, so they might not always stick to historical accuracy. Anyway, I’m no historian—I simply have a deep passion for historical gameplay, or as close to historical as you can get in The Sims 4.

I’m a mom and a full-time tooth fairy (AKA dental hygienist), so I’ll drop posts whenever I can, and hey, sometimes life calls for a little hiatus. But I’ll always return with more tales to spin and screenshots to share!

The Sánchez Legacy contains adult or triggering themes such class, gender, sex and sexual themes, politics, religion, death, illness, depression, injury & war.  Please keep this in mind before reading.

There will be some NSFW content, but I will always post it under the cut.

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Antonio and Isabel's hearts were brimming with joy and pride as they journeyed across town to meet their newest grandkids. The anticipation had been building since they received the news of the twins' arrival. As they approached Andrea's home, their excitement was palpable, knowing they were about to hold their grandchildren for the first time.

The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted by the sight of the twins, Agustín Macote (Ma-co-te) and Alvaro Maireni (Mai-re-ni), cradled in Andrea's arms. The babies' innocent sweetness melted their grandparents' hearts instantly. Antonio cradled Agustín in his arms while Isabel held Alvaro, their eyes filled with tears of joy. Isabel leaned close to Andrea and whispered, "Andrea, your little ones are beyond words; they're a marvel." The role of being grandparents filled them with immense satisfaction, and they treasured every single moment.

Antonio, always the thoughtful and creative soul, had brought a unique gift for the babies. He presented Andrea with two play mats, each one crafted with love and care. Andrea's brow furrowed slightly as she examined them. "Trust me, the babies will be overjoyed with these. You can thank me later," Antonio said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He had sought guidance from Yamarex on how to craft the playing surfaces, and she had gladly obliged, sharing her knowledge and expertise. Antonio had lovingly adorned each mat with vibrant patterns and colors, adding his own artistic touch.

As soon as the play mats were laid out, Agustín and Alvaro's eyes lit up with fascination. The vibrant colors and attention-grabbing toys attached to the mats captivated them. They reached out with tiny hands, trying to grasp the colorful shapes. Andrea watched in amazement as the twins engaged with the mats, their curiosity and delight evident. "Papá, this is amazing," Andrea exclaimed, her heart swelling with gratitude.

With the twins happily occupied, Andrea seized the opportunity to bake a honey cake for Miguel. The house soon filled with the warm, sweet aroma of honey and spices, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

Today was a special day—Miguel's birthday—a day to celebrate his sweet and kind heart, which reflected his parents' best qualities. As they sang Happy Birthday and Miguel blew out the candles, the room was filled with love and laughter.

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The ladies of the Sánchez family gathered to celebrate Ana Lucia’s birthday. The men were away on a business voyage and, regrettably, missed the occasion. Magdalena and Isabel devoted themselves to making Ana Lucia’s day extra special and succeeded. While Ana Lucia inherited many of Francisco’s features, her mother’s emerald eyes were unmistakable.

Andrea Beatriz also missed Ana Lucia’s special day. As she readied herself to depart, she was hit by an intense wave of contractions. In a matter of moments, she was gazing upon not one but two tiny newborns! The unexpected arrival filled the hearts of the children with joy and delight. Carabi and Andrea, however, felt a little overwhelmed. Now, the house was filled with the cries of two newborn babies. The couple had hoped for another daughter but were blessed with two additional sons. Ultimately, what they wanted most was to ensure their children were healthy and happy.

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Despite his weariness from long travels, Francisco’s unwavering devotion to his children shone through. Santiago, a restless baby, often woke up in distress during the night. To bring him comfort, Francisco crafted a unique sculpture from aged wood and paper birds that hung in his cradle. The wind would stir the birds, creating the illusion they were flying, a sight that often had a soothing effect on Santiago.

Sebastián, too, was exhausted, having pushed himself to his limits. When he contracted the flu and was confined to bed for a few days, Isabel felt an unexpected sense of relief. “At least he’s safe at home instead of out there doing who knows what,” she thought.

Finally, they could all sit down together, the joyous laughter of their conversation echoing around them as they shared a meal. It had been a while since they had all been able to do this, and Isabel cherished these moments more than anything. She loved nothing more than having everyone gathered at her table.

Yamarex visited them that day, and she did not come empty-handed. She presented Magdalena with a one-of-a-kind gift. Yaya crafted a playing surface from wood and feathers embellished with wooden animals and beads. Magdalena gazed at it, perplexed. “What is this meant to be used for?”

“It’s to provide your little one with an activity for a while. In our village, my father made these things for the babies. He taught me how to make them before he passed away. All the Mamá's praised the thing, and the babies seemed to be delighted by it. I am sure it will have the same impact on Santiago.”

She put the playing surface together in the living area, and they tucked Santiago beneath it. Santiago was enchanted by the thing. He stretched out his arm with determination and grasped one toy. Magdalena was granted a few moments of repose, and she was immensely grateful. Santiago was captivated by the object, eyes wide with wonder. He made the momentous milestone of turning himself onto his tummy for the first time. “Yamarex, you are a genius,” Magdalena exclaimed. “How can I ever repay you? “

“Oh, it was nothing. It is my pleasure to have been of aid.”

“She is being modest.” Sebastian smiled, his expression evident in his admiration for her intelligence and kindness. The slight blush that had colored her cheeks went unnoticed, and Yamarex was glad for her cinnamon complexion.

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Magdalena found herself swamped these days, juggling the demands of two toddlers and a newborn. She poured her heart and soul into nurturing her little ones despite her exhaustion. While the household pitched in to help, their own duties often pulled them away, leaving Magdalena to bear much of the responsibility alone. With the need to travel to more distant places to carry out their business, the men were often gone for days, leaving the women to manage the farm and household on their own.

Amidst the chaos, Andrés emerged as a pillar of support. With meticulous care, he tended to the animals, ensuring they were fed and their living spaces clean.

He also went beyond his duties to embrace his role as a big brother. His bond with Ana Lucia was undeniable; he spent hours entertaining her with boundless energy and affection. Yet, connecting with Manuel Francisco, displaced as the household’s youngest member, proved challenging. Feeling overlooked and craving his mother’s attention, Manuel Francisco struggled to adapt.

Thankfully, Ángela Cristina, ever the nurturing aunt, had the perfect solution to bring back the spark in Manuel Francisco’s eyes.

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The family had gathered to celebrate Ángela Cristina’s birthday despite her battling a bout of flu. Isabel’s remedies and savory chicken soup worked their magic, aiding Ángela’s recovery. The warmth of her family embraced her, lifting her spirits and coaxing a radiant smile despite her lingering illness.

As the evening wore on, Yamarex finally arrived, much later than expected. “I thought you would join us for Ángela’s birthday celebration,” Sebastián asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Recently, their bond had grown stronger as they embarked on shared adventures and engaged in endless conversations. Sebastián, grateful for the companionship Yaya offered, had been teaching her how to play chess. In her presence, the tightness in his chest seemed to ease, and with her, he could almost forget his troubles, if only for a moment.

“I would have been here sooner, but…” Yaya held back before responding. “I… I… I had to stay and assist my lady. She.. she went into labor this afternoon.”

“Oh, I see,” Sebastián responded, though the pang of disappointment was evident in his tone. He couldn’t help but ask about her. “Is she well?” His concern for Caroline was palpable.

“Yes, she is doing well; she had a healthy baby boy,” Yaya said.

Sebastian’s composure shattered. The news hit him like a tidal wave, and a whirlwind of emotions engulfed him. That should have been their child, he thought, his heart breaking anew. Yaya sat quietly, her eyes fixed on Sebastián as he struggled to process the news. It pained her to be the bearer of such news.

Sebastián, in a desperate attempt to mask the storm raging within him, mustered a brave smile and suggested, “Shall we play some chess?” His voice, though steady, betrayed the turmoil he was trying so hard to hide. He clung to the hope that the familiar routine of their shared pastime would provide a temporary respite from his thoughts.

An uncomfortable silence settled around them, heavy with unspoken words. The chess pieces glided across the board, each move executed with a precision that belied the tension in the air. Sebastián’s inner turmoil seemed to be amplified by the stillness of the night, overshadowing the usually lively game. Once a stage for their spirited exchanges, the chessboard now mirrored the profound unrest in Sebastián’s heart.

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