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Made a community for people who share gameplay and create stories using Sims. Everyone is welcome to join!

I often find myself looking for people who share gameplay or create stories. Hoping this can be a nice hub for it. It is mature content friendly (provided such posts are correctly labeled - which is tumblr policy to begin with)

Reblogs are appreciated and needed to get the word out. Afaik there is no universal tag for blogs using sims to tell stories so using the community feature of tumblr is the best way for it

Also just because it allows mature posts doesn't mean it's a mature community. It allows them as much as tumblr allows it

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Suddenly, Christopher's hand was on Emelie's back, slowly pushing her closer and closer, until their bodies finally touched.

And then they kissed.

It started out slow, as if they needed to get reacquainted with each other again, after months apart, but their kissing quickly grew more intense as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer still. Everywhere he touched her, it burned, and she couldn't get enough of the feeling of his hands on her.

She should have asked him before letting this happen, but the truth was, she didn't want to know if he was seeing someone else. All she cared about was this moment.

And then, it was shattered.

"Christopher?! I knew it, you bastard."

Christopher quickly let go of her and took a step back. Suddenly, Emelie was aware of how cold the rain was and how drenched her clothes were, uncomfortably sticking to her body. "River? I- What are you doing here?" He asked, looking like he wanted to disappear. "What am I doing here?" River retorted. "The question is, what are you doing shoving your tongue down this..." She gestured towards Emelie. "This what?" Emelie challenged, but River ignored her. "You're coming home with me. Right now," she told Christopher, and then she glared at Emelie. "And you. You stay away from my fiancé." Emelie stared at Christopher in disbelief. "You're engaged?!" Christopher looked ashamed, but River didn't give him a chance to reply. "Oh, so you just conveniently missed the ring on his finger, did you?" She shook her head. "I don't understand why you didn't leave this town like you were supposed to. You just had to stick around and make things harder for Christopher. He has worked so hard to get over you, but you just had to stay and ruin it all." She paused, watching her coldly. "Go back to that awful man you're living with. Judging by his reputation, the two of you truly deserve each other." She then turned back to Christopher. "Come. We're leaving."

End of fall.

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There was an awkward silence at first while Emelie was trying to figure out whether Christopher was still mad at her or not, but then he pulled her into a hug.

"I've missed you." His words made her feel warm, despite the cold rain. "Chris. I'm sorry. I should have told you right away, I should have-" "It's okay. You don't have to apologize."

"Your hair is longer," he then said, tucking a strand behind her ear. His face was so close to hers now, and neither of them made a move to create any distance between them. "Do you like it?" "I love it."

They both smiled at the memory of their reunion. She caught his eyes moving to her lips for a moment, before meeting hers again. Her pulse quickened, and she instinctively touched her stomach. We shouldn't. But oh, she wanted to.

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A month had passed since Dirk and Ophelia ran away from Olive Specter's house, and finally, Dirk had started to relax. It seemed Ophelia was right; Olive hadn't come looking for them. If she wanted to find them, it would have taken her half a day. There weren't that many houses to choose from in Strangetown.

"Have you made up your mind yet? Are you going back to Pleasantview or...?" Ophelia asked. Or will you stay with me? She never said the words, but she didn't need to. "I don't know," Dirk replied truthfully. On one hand, he should go back. He should tell Florence about his father's death and check in on Lilith to let her know he was okay. On the other hand, he didn't want to leave Ophelia. Since he couldn't give her a better answer yet, he decided to change the subject.

"Have you talked to Johnny?" Ophelia pursed her lips. "No." "Why not?" "I fail to see how this is any of your business, but if you must know, we had another fight and I'm pretty sure we're broken up." "I see. I'm sorry." "Don't be. I'm better off without him. He's been acting weird lately. Not sure what has gotten into him."

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In spring four very green and leafy visitors appeared in Pinaccle Peaks... But that's not all that spring had in store for the residents of this secret scientific community!

(Part 1 of the long overdue year 2 summary of my BACC below the cut)

In spring a very green and leafy visitor appeared at the farm. The plantsim named Cedrus had been observing the new inhabitants of the valley for quite some time and decided that Rae was the best sim to talk to. The farm quickly became a safe place where Cedrus and his brothers and sisters spent a lot of their time.

And just like the many flowers, trees and crops that Rae planted blossomed, romance began to blossom between herself and the handsome plantsim too.

Ultimately Rae and Cedrus decided that it was time for the mayor to oficially meet the plantsims and they were introduced to the rest of the community.

Finley decided they would wait to inform the SCIA of their newly discovered neighbours, mainly because Cedrus was worried about previous incidents of plantsim experiments in simhistory.

But the arrival of the plantsims did not escape the prying eyes of the SCIA....

In the meantime, Fergus had developed the first AI robot in simhistory: Servo 1.0, or "Una" as Quinn liked to call her. The SCIA was of course very intrigued by this and tried to convince Fergus to sell them the plans, but to no avail.

Fergus was an idealist and wanted to make sure that his inventions were only ever used for good. But he also began to realize that for his inventions to serve the community he had to take a chance and sell some of them to other people or organizations.

His SentryBots for example were already helping Detective Harper in her quest to keep the neighborhood safe and catch the burglar that was still on the loose. But servos were still off limits: “I already sell my other bots, just not the servos.”, he explained to Finley.

All this made Fergus think and he decided it was time to use his skills to make more positive impacts on the community and he finally accepted a paid position as a researcher for the further developement of Pinnacle Peaks' infrastructure.

Pinnacle Peaks also welcomed a new resident: Kiki Fahy, a fashion graduate, specialising in sustainable clothing made out of recycled plastic!

But Kiki's tailor shop, "Pins and Needles", was not the first shop to open this spring: A few weeks prior, Jasper Price, had come into a fortune after an interesting find in the farm's backyard.

A generous finder's fee and the offer of a loan from Bree made the construction of Pinaccle Peaks’ first (not home owned) business possbible and the opening of "Jasper's General Store" was a success!

A third business licence had to be approved by mayor Finley this spring: Carter Ibbs had published his first book and with its revenue he decided to open up a bookstore which doubles as a small library for the community.

His fiancée, the local archaeologist and historian, Flora Carter, was as busy as ever! In addition to spending almost every waking hour at the excavation site, she also had to plan a wedding!

Her head was buzzing with research notes, wedding dress colors and flower arrangements. It was no surprise that she didn't notice much of anything that was going on around her this spring...

But the darkhaired stranger in the leather jacket was not the only thing that went largely unnoticed by the residents this spring...

After Quinn and Caleb's engagement last winter, Caleb had started drawing the plans for a house for the two of them. The construction finished sooner than expected and the two quickly moved into their forever home, leaving both Finley and Fergus feeling a little lonely without their former roommates around.

While it wasn't unusual for Fergus Watts to disappear into his lab for days at a time, Quinn got worried when she didn't hear from her friend for almost a week. Just when she called and Una picked up, their phonecall was interrupted by a strange signal and not much later Fergus himself turned up at her doorstep with an unbelievable story to tell.

Fergus had returned from his interstellar adventures just in time for Flora & Carter's wedding. (Fun fact: Since they decided to take Flora's last name, Carter is now named Carter Carter 😂)

The wedding was soon followed by more happy news.

But as it would turn out, they weren't the only ones receiving such news. (Bree/Fergus)

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Random anon ask: Is there any decision you've made about your story that you regret?

Thank you for your ask, anon :>

I'm not sure if you're referring to my ts2 uberhood or ts3 lepacy, but my answer is pretty much the same for both stories, anyway :)

I usually let the gameplay dictate where my stories go, so if I ever regret something, it's more my interpretation of what happened that I regret rather than the event itself, if that makes sense.

It doesn't happen often, but there's actually one future storyline in my ts3 story that I decided to scrap entirely, for various reasons. For the most part, though, I fix any regrets by just rewriting scenes. Since I'm always so far ahead in game, it's easy for me to make changes before I post anything here, so most of my regrets will never see the light of day on Tumblr hah.

As for what I've actually posted, I don't think there's anything I necessarily regret. However, I'm a very anxious person, and I'm always worrying about how I will be perceived or that I might unintentionally upset someone. So, there's often a level of anxiety for me when I'm sharing my posts, which can sometimes feel like regret. I wouldn't say I regret them, though.

This ended up being a very long-winded answer, but I hope it answered your question :)

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Emelie went to her old workplace to buy a few pregnancy books. She wanted to do this right from start.

"Em?" She would recognize that voice anywhere. She turned around, and there he was. "Chris."

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Slowly coming to terms with their new reality.

...and finding questionable ways of dealing with it.

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"Uh... You didn't kill her, did you?" Loki asked as they sat down at the dinner table. Olive snorted. "No, I didn't kill her. I may not have a lot of love for my niece, but she is family. Now, enough of her. Let's get to the point of this meeting. Have you found someone for me?" "I'm working on it. It's getting harder to find suitable targets." Olive sighed. "Just take one, I don't care who it is." "Well, I care." Loki frowned. "I can't have people start asking questions at work. Mr. Goth is already suspicious of me as it is." Olive narrowed her eyes at him. "From what I recall, you still owe me. If I gave you the boy, you were to help me with my project in return." "I have helped you-" "I only need one more," Olive interrupted. "One more test subject, or anyone else insignificant, and then we're done." Loki closed his eyes and nodded. "I-I can do that for you." "Good, and be quick about it. I don't have much time left." Olive stood up, marking the end of their meeting. "Will you stay with me for a while longer?" "O-of course."

A short summary of what happened in the Specter household:

- Olive retired to fully focus on her secret project (involving both the Grim Reaper and Loki Beaker). - Darren Dreamer died, and Dirk Dreamer moved in with them - Ophelia became an adult and moved out with Dirk - Olive had an affair with Loki Beaker

And that's all for Olive Specter this rotation. Now, we move on to play the last few days with Dirk and Ophelia in their new home.

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Behind the Scenes 🎬

Looks like Maxis Magazine’s got something exclusive on the way! 👀

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Accidentally stayed up the whole night taking screenshots for the next chapter 🤡 so here, have some crumbs while I recover from sleep debt.

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I'm trying out a TS2 mafia challenge and I'm already so invested in these snooty patoots. (Left to right: Enzo, Luigi, Carmela, Elio, and Gia.)

They're currently living in a crappy Veronaville starter house because dad's on the run from the authorities in Sim City. They're supposed to be laying low, but he's already joined the local Criminal career, and gotten on the bad side of the Monty family immediately.

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"Are you sure...? Doesn't the second line look a little.. blurry?" Hank’s voice was calm, but Emelie knew him well enough to know it was only a facade. "It's clearly visible..." "But the test could be faulty, right?" "This is the third one, Hank. I'm definitely pregnant." He didn't reply; he just stared at her with a blank face, but she could sense the emotions brewing in him. "Are you sure it's mine? He eventually asked. "Christopher..?" "It's yours. I haven't even talked to Chris, much less..." That's when his facade finally broke. "I can't... I can't deal with this right now," he mumbled, more to himself than her. He walked past her to the kitchen, avoiding looking at her.

She had expected this reaction, but it still annoyed her. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Hank, I'm the pregnant one here. I'm the one who has to carry this child." "Can't you...?" "No." She had considered it. Of course, she had. Sometimes it was kinder to not let a child be born. But the more she had thought about it, the more she had realized that they could do this. Then, she had thought about her parents. How they eventually gave up on her, and that's when she made up her mind.

She knew this wasn't the same, but to her, it felt the same. She didn't want to give up on this child, like her parents had given up on her. "Why?" Hank whispered. "I can't... I can't be a father. I don't know how... I don't... What if I end up being just like..."

All her anger faded away in an instant. She knew he carried trauma from his childhood, just as she did. He needed reassurance, not anger. She walked over to him and gently touched his face. "Of course you won't," she said softly. "How do you know?" He asked, unconvinced. "Because you're scared," she told him. "It means you care. It means you will try your best. That's all I'm asking for." She wasn't even sure she believed her own words, but she wanted to. If they were true, it meant she had a chance, too. She added. "We'll make mistakes, but we'll learn from them, too. We won't be perfect parents, but at least, we'll try our best. Together." She turned his face, forcing him to look at her. "We won't be like them. We won't, okay?" Then she gave him a pleading look. "I can't do this alone, Hank. I need you."

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Hours later.

"Hey, I'm hom-" Hank suddenly noticed Emelie sitting on the living room couch. She didn't move or look up as he closed the door behind him.

"Em- Emelie? What's wrong?" It took her another minute before she finally turned her face to look at him. It was tear-stained and swollen. She must have been crying for quite some time. "Hank," she whispered. "I'm-" More tears started streaming down her face. "It's okay. Go on," he urged her softly. "Whatever it is, you can tell me, okay?" She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Hank froze.

No, was all he could think. No, no, no.

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Olive quickly got used to having the house to herself again. No more sneaking around or locking Ophelia in her bedroom. She could just do her business without even thinking twice about it. She wanted to celebrate this with a very special guest.

"Olive," Loki Beaker said, as she approached him. "Were you followed?" "Of course not." "You can't be too careful. Especially with your wife." "I was not followed," he repeated. She nodded. "Good. Let's not waste any more time, then. Follow me." "What about your niece. I thought-" "Let me worry about my niece, Beaker. Are you coming or not?" She didn't wait for him to answer before she turned around and started walking back to the house. She already knew he would follow.

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The nausea kept coming back throughout the day, and Emelie was starting to worry that she was...

But it can't be. It's impossible. We've been careful... haven't we?

Eventually, she decided she couldn't hold it off any longer.

Now I just have to wait.