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Happy Mother’s Day everyone 💗

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Chapter AB002: Due and Doing Fine!!

Ava’s pregnancy moved fast.

Her cravings rotated between leafy greens and baked goods. She slept more. Her moods stayed even. People said she was glowing. Clara followed her everywhere, like she knew something was different.

Amber pitched a baby shower. Ava vetoed it on instinct. They settled on a gender reveal instead—low-key, backyard, just friends and the Petal Parlour crew. Amber promised not to go full Pinterest. That was only partly true. For example, Ava's "In my pregnant era!" t-shirt was entirely doing - half in jest, half totally sincere.

Ava and Aldo dressed in both pink and blue, pretending to be neutral. They weren’t.

Amber handed them the balloon. Ava popped it with a pair of floral clippers.

Pink streamers began to fall.

Aldo lit up. Ava smiled without thinking.

Later that night, curled up with Clara on her lap, she said, “Bonnie Claire?” Aldo nodded. “Yeah. That’s her.”

When labor started, Ava was swaying in the kitchen, hand on her back. Aldo didn’t ask. He grabbed the hospital bag and walked her to the car.

At the hospital, he stayed close. Quiet, steady, useful. He rubbed her back, counted her through contractions, and kept her anchored.

When it came time, he helped deliver the baby. Ava pulled a granola bar from her purse between pushes.

And then Bonnie was there—red-faced and perfect.

They stayed a few days. Rested. Got used to the idea.

Back home, the bassinet was already next to their bed. No nursery. No overthinking. Clara sniffed the baby, then jumped on the bed like nothing had changed.

This was it. And it felt right.

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Chaper AB001: Ava-Coded

Ava Burke was the first one up. That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was how early it was.

She moved quietly through the house, slipping out of bed while Aldo snored into his pillow, and padded downstairs with Clara weaving around her ankles. Her slippers were barely on, her hair loose, and her thoughts already ahead of her. She poured a glass of water, flicked on the lamp in the corner of the living room, and settled in at her easel. The painting was already halfway done—bold florals in dark tones—but her brush hovered in the air, unmoving.

She hadn’t slept much. Not the night before, and not the night before that.

The day before had felt off in a way that wasn’t dramatic, just… off.

It had started normally: scrambled eggs with Amber in the kitchen, still in pajamas. Ava had been the first to mention not sleeping well, rubbing her temple with one hand as she stirred the pan with the other.

“Loser opens the Parlour today?” she asked, trying not to yawn mid-sentence. Amber looked up from her phone, smirked. “That’s a bet.”

They played tennis that morning at the racquet club—competitive as always, full of grumbling and banter.

Ava won. Barely. Amber blamed the court lighting. Ava let her.

Amber had headed straight to The Petal Parlour to open with the rest of the team, but Ava took her time getting ready.

She lingered at home, painted her favorite Taylor Swift album, played with Clara for longer than usual, changed outfits twice only to wind up back in what she originally picked, made a few sketches for funky spring bouquets, and still didn’t feel quite like herself.

Eventually, she made her way to the shop to teach her afternoon class—a beginner-level floral arranging workshop.

It was the kind of thing she could do half-asleep by now. Still, she smiled, mingled, stayed late for book club, even offered to help close.

But by then, the feeling was stronger. Not nausea. Not even fatigue. Just a quiet hum in her brain that wouldn’t settle.

Leaning against the back counter, she checked her phone, scrolled her calendar, and realized she was a few days late.

She blinked. Then blinked again.

She didn’t panic. She just... reacted.

She ordered a pregnancy test through DoorDash—from a corner store two towns over, because she wasn’t about to risk running into anyone local. Maisie’s sister worked at the pharmacy. Absolutely not.

She waited until the shop was closed and the lights were mostly off. Amber was in the kitchen, wiping down the espresso bar and humming to herself, when Ava slipped downstairs and into the staff bathroom.

Five minutes later, she opened the door.

Amber had followed her down and was outside the door, waiting. Ava didn’t say a word—just held up the test like she was handing over a receipt.

Amber didn’t hesitate. “Oh, honey,” she said, and pulled her into a hug.

They stood there for a moment, not really breathing. “I kind of… felt it,” Amber said quietly. “You’ve been doing that thing where you get overly intense about random tasks no one asked you to do.” Ava didn’t move. “And like,” she added, pulling back, “you reorganized the tea shelf by emotional tone.” “I don’t even drink tea,” Ava mumbled, starting to smile. “Exactly.”

By the time she got home, Aldo was already asleep. His surgical rotation had run long, and he was curled up in his usual way—one arm flung across her side of the bed, blanket twisted at his feet. Ava slid in next to him, pulled Clara into her chest, and stared at the ceiling for hours.

Which brought her to this morning.

The living room was dim, the sky barely blue, and she was already painting when Aldo shuffled in— sleep-wrinkled, and squinting at her from the stairway.

“You’re up early,” he said, voice still heavy with sleep. She turned toward him. “I have to tell you something.” That got his attention. She didn’t explain—just handed him the test from where it sat next to her water glass. He looked down at it. Blinked. Looked at her again. “Wait—really?” She nodded. His face broke into a full, lopsided grin. “We’re having a baby?” Ava blinked. “Looks like it.” She hadn’t smiled since Amber pulled her back to earth last night. But here it was again.

He stepped forward without another word and wrapped his arms around her, warm and tight. She let herself relax into the hug, her fingers curling into the back of his sweatshirt.

Outside, the street was still quiet. Inside, everything had already changed.

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To celebrate the first issue of @cas-couture, Ava & Amber adopted kittens! Check out the spread about The Petal Parlour, Newcrest’s first cannabis infused cafe & flower studio, on pages 43-46 (Part 2!).

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cas couture. april 2025. issue 001.

thank you so much to all the editors involved in this project and thank you for all your support!

due to the length of the publication, we've got two parts! this is part two.

PART ONE | PART TWO

VIEW AS A FLIPBOOK HERE

PAGE 35&36 [ by @bluecodexs ] : Lock Knots V1 by Khadjiah551 | Backpack Mini by Cee Productions | Don’t Fight the Feeling Layered Top by Xiuminuwu | Whee Suit Pants by Xiuminuwu | Low Top Sneakers 07 by Jius

PAGE 37&38 [ by @sntmbycarolina ] : cc linked here

PAGE 39,40,41,42 [ by @keloshe-sims ]

PAGE 43,44,45,46 [ by @simafrassx ]

PAGE 47 [ by @oswanily ]

PAGE 48 [ by @keloshe-sims ] : the ties that bind by @moonpetals111

PAGE 49 [ by @cakepoppresent ]

PAGE 50,51,52,53,54,55,56 [ by @milkievy ] : cc linked here

PAGE 57 [ by @southernfriedsims-blog ] : for @greate-shake

PAGE 58 [ by @milkteatrait ] : ultra lace collection by @sims4bradshaw & 2006 recolors by @westwoodevil

PAGE 59 [ by @keloshe-sims ] : nokia phone | nokia phone acc

CLICK HERE TO GO TO PART ONE.

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cas couture. april 2025. issue 001.

thank you so much to all the editors involved in this project and thank you for all your support!

due to the length of the publication, we've got two parts! this is part one.

PART ONE | PART TWO

VIEW AS A FLIPBOOK HERE

PAGE 2 [ by @householdbinary ]

PAGE 3&4 [ by @marsosims ] : copperdale set | hedgehog's dilemma set

PAGE 5&6 [ by @bluecodexs ] : Jane Hair by thatonegreenleaf | Aemilia Top by Sentate | Margot Jeans by Serenity | Paris Shoes by Livixo | Garden Eyeshadow by Crypticism | Mocca Lipstick by TwistedCat  | Helio Posepack by Solsticsims

PAGE 7 [ by @authorspirit ] :

Hair & clips | Ramona Skirt | Bow Flip Flops | Mayra Bodysuit | May 15th eyeliner | Selfish Eyeshadow | Eyelashes | Spiceberry Lipstick

PAGE 8 [ by @authorspirit ] :

Bucket Hat  | Altul Glasses (large)  | On the snow vest | Frankie Pants

PAGE 9&10 [ by @aliengirl ]

PAGE 11&12 [ by @householdbinary ]

PAGE 13 [ by @my-kwy ] :

Hair | Glasses | Necklace (cf) | Top | Waist Beads | Bottoms | Sandals

PAGE 14 [ by @my-kwy ] :

Hair | Necklace | Top

PAGE 15&16 [ by @olivetelfie ] : Beauty of Joseon Collection | COSRX Snail Mucin Series | COSRX The Propolis Series | Self Care Mod

PAGE 17&18 [ by @lacesims ] : breezy buttonup v2 | bea bloomers & bubbles belt | nico & obie rings | antonia tights | monolith socks | barbie loafer pumps | gia shoulder bag

PAGE 19&20 [ by @liyahssims ]

PAGE 21&22 [ by @kdplayssss ] : Eternal Lace Gown | Marilyn Halter Dress | Elegance Corset Top | Cross Embroidered Jeans

PAGE 23&24 [ by @basegamesim ]

PAGE 25 [ by @southernfriedsims-blog ]

PAGE 26 [ by @keloshe-sims ] : penumbra by @s4rainbows

PAGE 27&28 [ by @milkteatrait ] :

NECKLACE | POPPY HAIR BY LEAHLILITH | COCOGAMES SUNGLASSES | KIMORA FRONTAL BY KIE GROSS | LOEB DRESS BY GREENLLAMAS | BEAU BRACELET BY GREENLLAMAS | REBEL RENAISSANCE NECKLACE BY SIMLOCKER | MALENA TOP BY MAGBAY | NARA BAG BY FUKKIEMON | CAPRIS BY YUYULIE | BLING KITTY SANDALS BY COCO GAMES | AINE SHOES BY MADLEN

PAGE 29&30 [ by @milkteatrait ] :

FITTED WITH HEADPHONES BY CEEPRODUCTIONS | CENAT CAP BY EBONIX | SWEET BOYS SWEATER BY SPIDERWHIMS | DIESEL NECKLACE BY SUNBERRY | HOODIE ZIP-UP BY GORILLAX3 | DOUBLE BELTED JEAN BY SOJU-VIBE | WASHED JEANS BY GORILLAX3 | INCHEON SNEAKER BY TRILLYKE | CROSS STITCH EARRING BY AITHSIMS4

PAGE 31&32 [ by @bugbearsims ]

PAGE 33 [ by @simstagramsomeone ] : archer 101

PAGE 34 [ by @marsosims ]

CLICK HERE TO GO TO PART TWO.

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cas couture.

cas couture is an upcoming community-based sim magazine focused on fashion. what sets cas couture apart is that we will not allow permanently paywalled cc to be featured in the magazine and aim to highlight the numerous, talented cc creators in the community :)

we are looking for simblrs who would like their stories/cc/creations/sims/pretty-much-anything ADVERTISED (for free, this is not a cash grab) in the APRIL 2025 ISSUE!

as cas couture is community driven, we need YOUR participation!

( more info under the cut !!! )

we want to put the spotlight back on this community and appreciate active simblrs. we want to encourage blog interaction and actually make the community ~feel like a community!

what will advertising look like?

sponsoring might look different across different spreads, it might be an ad for a movie/ tv series (i.e., this would advertise a sim story), an ad for a product/ designer (i.e., this would advertise a CC creator) and so on.

we're pretty much open to advertising anything! :) if you have any ideas for how you would like your creation advertised, let us know!

what are the requirements to sponsor?

you must be 18+ to apply

this is for fun!!!! pls remember that :) and also pls don’t be zionists or trumpies or homophobes or racist or anything else awful because :( and that’ll be another reason why we can’t have nice things :(

submit this sponsorship form (set aside 10 mins to fill this out, if your sponsorship is accepted, have some pictures/content ready that you would like us to use!)

reblog this post so i know ur for real about wanting to advertise!!

you would reblog and boost and interact with the April issue when it releases on April 11 :) (this would run on an honor system because I'm not a weirdo, but........ like if not enough people do it, it probably won't be worth the effort of making all the ads if no one's going to read the first issue/ interact with it? the point of cas couture IS blog interaction!!!!)

deadline to submit a sponsorship form is April 1. if you are making your own advertisement, it is April 10.

faq

i'm an editor for the magazine already, can I apply to sponsor?

yes, you totally can! we would just request you still fill out the form and once we confirm your sponsorship, we would just ask you to make your own advertisement, as it would probably be the quickest method :)

can I make my own advertisement as a sponsor?

yes, you totally can! once you're accepted as a sponsor, we will send you more information on the canvas size and other regulations <3

how many advertisements are you accepting?

there is no set number, it's more like... how many advertisements we can crank out in time for April 11 :) if you are willing to create your own advertisement and submit it by April 10th, the chances are 99.999% that we would accept :)

why is reblogging this post a requirement in order to apply for sponsorship?

because it'll show that you're truly willing to ruin your impeccable feed with simblr community content! if you're not willing to do it now, you probably won't want to later :( cas couture can only fuel itself on my hopes and dreams for so long until it burns out :( the aim is for blog interaction, making (age-appropriate) friends and having a good time!!!!

thank you for supporting cas couture! you're helping fund the nepo babies'-- i mean, interns'-- matcha addictions-- i mean, education!

asking da community for some support <3

as this is totally a community project, i'm going to tag some community members who really helped the last post reach the masses (I'm sorry, I'm annoying for tagging!!!) and current editors (I'm going off the top of my head, I'm sorry if I miss anyone!!!) on the team for the April issue!!!! if you don't like to be tagged, I'm sorry!!!!! <3333

@householdbinary @jokiyo @simafrassx @olivetelfie @my-kwy @southernfriedsims-blog @ratwoman161 @harvestsims @mmonetsims @kdplayssss @liyahssims @fairytailtow @crazy-hazy-sims @aliengirl @strangegrapefruit @thebramblewood @thefoxburyinstitute @missatan

psst, we're still accepting editors for the April issue!!! learn more about the roles available here!

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Maisie Vaughn moved to Newcrest immediately after high school. At only 18, she knew exactly what she wanted - her own cafe candy shop. Inspired by growing up on Gossip Girl & Audrey Hepburn films, she knew it would be called Confection & Co.

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Eleanor is very unhappy about Maeve’s marriage to Shea, reasons unknown???

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How do u add the age (like the year ) to ur sim

My imagination

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Spring Lookbook 🌷 Linen Dresses, Light Trench Coats, Denim Jeans, Knit Cardigans

Cardigan | Top | Linen Pants | Sandals

Sunglasses | Cardigan | Vest | Jeans | Sandals

Sunglasses | Trench Coat | T-Shirt | Pants | Heels

Necklace | Watch | Dress | Sandals

CC Creators | @serenity-cc @astya96cc @lijoue @miro-sims @gorillax3-cc @madlensims @seoulsoul-sims & more

socials: youtube | patreon | tiktok

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Chapter M02: Two Under 2 & Too Little Time

Life in the Coker-Hollis household was loud, busy, and nonstop. Maeve spent her days switching between editing deadlines, vlogging, and making sure the house didn’t fall apart under the weight of two babies who constantly needed something.

Outside of the house, The Edit was her other, third, baby. As editor-in-chief, she wasn’t running some tabloid or clickbait mill. The publication set the standard—culture, fashion, entertainment, all with real substance. She’d even written a feature on Shea’s career, a full-circle moment that reinforced how seamlessly their worlds had intertwined.

With Blair napping upstairs, Maeve took the chance to prep for Beau’s birthday. She double-checked the baby monitor, then turned to Beau, who was already squirming, full of energy.

“Alright, birthday boy,” she said, hoisting him into the back carrier. “Let’s go bake your cake.”

Shea was out at a work event, and tonight’s party was for the adults—friends, drinks, and no pressure for kid-friendly food. She had hired a bartender, Shea planned to grill, and for fun, Maeve had made weed-infused cotton candy straight from Sloane Sinclair’s cookbook. The cake was for the next day, when they’d celebrate as a family.

Beau was dozing before she got the cake into the oven.

That evening, the whole house was buzzing with conversation and music. Maeve’s childhood friend, Savannah Price, had just arrived, practically glowing when she saw Beau.

“Oh my God, finally! I get to meet the man of the hour!” Savannah gushed, reaching for him.

Maeve grinned, passing him over. “He’s got a strict no autographs policy, but I think he’ll make an exception.”

Savannah gasped. “Beau, is this true?”

Beau, in true toddler fashion, shoved his fingers in his mouth and said nothing.

After all the proper introductions had been made, Maeve strapped Beau back into his back carrier and went outside. She had a wonderful time catching up with her mom Eleanor, and two of her original Think Tank friends Elsa and Aria.

The air smelled like grilled food, Shea flipping something over the fire while everyone talked, danced, and sipped their drinks. For once, she wasn’t rushing, wasn’t multitasking—just enjoying the night as it unfolded.

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The next evening, on Beau’s actual birthday, Maeve moved through the kitchen, making sure everything was ready for Beau’s cake. Shea leaned against the counter, watching her with an amused expression.

“Alright, now I get to appreciate the birthday dress,” he said, blowing her a kiss.

Maeve smoothed her hands down the fabric, a little smug. “It is cute, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “You look amazing.”

She tilted her head, taking in his outfit—a bold green suit that, while not bad, wasn’t exactly her favorite. He caught her look immediately.

“What?” he asked, feigning offense. “You don’t love it?”

“It’s… bold,” she said carefully.

He laughed. “I’ll get a different one for the next party.”

She smiled, stepping closer to adjust his collar. “Good call. But you still look handsome.”

“Obviously.”

—

It was finally time for Beau to blow out his candles. Maeve held him steady, his tiny hands waving in the air as he stared at the cake in awe. Shea had just settled Blair into her high chair so they could sing when it happened—Beau took a deep breath, and instead of blowing out the candles, spit all over them.

Maeve laughed, grabbing a napkin to wipe Beau’s face. “We should’ve seen that coming.”

Shea grinned. “Kid’s got enthusiasm. I’ll give him that.”

With cake eaten and the excitement winding down, Maeve settled onto the floor with Blair, helping her with tummy time while Beau, still buzzing with energy, busied himself with the bookshelf. Nearby, Shea sat at his desk, focused on a tournament, the rhythmic sound of his keyboard filling the space.

Beau yanked a book off the shelf, sending papers scattering.

Maeve sighed, exchanging a glance with Blair. “There is no containing him.”

Shea glanced over, smirking. “I believe in you.”

She shot him a playful look. “That makes one of us.”

From the other side of the room, Beau giggled to himself, clearly unbothered. Maeve leaned back, watching him for a moment before shifting her focus to Blair, smoothing a hand over her back as she wobbled, determined to lift her head.

It was chaotic. It was exhausting. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Maeve & Mom beach day!

How time flies - look at their first beach trip:

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Chapter M01: Meet Maeve

If there’s anything to know about Maeve Hollis, it’s that she’s always been a girl with big plans and even bigger follow-through.

Raised in San Sequoia by her mom, Eleanor (who happened to be the San Sequoia Police Chief), Maeve grew up surrounded by love, creativity, and just the right amount of chaos—think after-school dance parties to Taylor Swift, weekend beach trips, and a home that always felt like the coziest corner of the world.

As a toddler, Maeve was already kind, observant, and ambitious - always asking why and tinkering around with objects. Eleanor isn't positive if Maeve's first word really was book, but that is what they're sticking with.

In elementary school, she’d launched Think Tank, a club she created with her closest friends (Aria, Atlas, Elsa, and Evie) to brainstorm projects and support each other's goals.

By high school, she wasn’t just balancing cheerleading and schoolwork. She built a growing presence on Trendi and landed a Simfluencer job before most of her classmates even thought about having a side hustle. Mornings started early, creativity stayed constant, and Maeve made multitasking look effortless.

College only leveled things up. Maeve earned her spot in the Distinguished Economics program at Foxbury while playing soccer and building a career as a writer and journalist. She covered campus events, shared stories, and added even more to her growing resume.

Somewhere between classes and practices, Shae Coker entered the picture—thanks to a casual introduction from one of her teammates. He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material right away, but to Maeve’s surprise, he grew into someone she could actually see a future with.

That future came into focus during her senior year, when Maeve found out she was pregnant with Beau. She moved back into Eleanor’s house to finish school, and in true Maeve fashion, she didn’t let it slow her down.

True story: the SSPD gave her an (honorary) award for how she bravely stood up to a burglar in their home whilst pregnant, sending them running into the arms of the police as they pulled up.

She welcomed the challenge of adding “mom” to her already stacked list of titles. If anything, motherhood became her niche. What started as styling outfits and sharing her day-to-day online shifted into real conversations about parenting, balancing ambition, and finding joy in the chaos.

Brands took notice. Opportunities grew. And by the time Maeve graduated, she wasn’t just walking away with a degree—she had the savings (and the strategy) to buy her first home for herself, Shae, and Beau.

These days, she’s still doing what she’s always done: making things happen. Now as a published author and content creator with a focus on modern motherhood, Maeve has built a career that feels just as creative as it does real. And just as they were getting settled into their new home, figuring out life as a family of three, Maeve found out they were about to be four.

So if you're new here, welcome. The story’s just getting started.