#but then how will the other sim make it to the top of her career and achieve her dreams

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the most dangerous game: the sims 4

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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Pairing: None

Summary: Being a woman in F1 has it's challenges, especially when you are constantly seen as a threat

A/n: McLaren history revision, actually, a lot of it might not make complete logical sense, just ignore that. i’m not great at angst

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You've scared everyone in the F1 world since you started driving in 2014 for McLaren, more dominant than Max Verstappen, the only driver other than Lewis Hamilton to challenge you. Your aggressive driving style and ability to get the most out of your car has lead you to three championships. Men don’t like that.

You are in a bit of a slump this year after moving to Mercedes, not having won one of the first three races, but you are poised for attack, ready to take your place at the top.

“Daddy, who’s that?” you hear a little girl ask as you walk to the paddock.

“Y/n L/n, we don’t like her,” his fragile masculinity practically yells the comment into your ears. With a smirk you look at the pair, walking over and bending to the little girls level.

“What’s your name?” you ask, your voice bordering on being sickly sweet.

“Sarah,” she squeaks, eyes wide with fascination. You remove your team hat and pull out a sharpie from your pocket, signing your hat.

“Don’t let any man tell you you can’t be better than the boys. You can do anything, you’re a girl,” you smile, putting the hat on her head. You wave over your assistant. “Get her sizes and buy her some team gear, charge it to me,” you tell the assistant, who eagerly nods. Of course, the F1 social team caught the incident and posted it.

“Y/n! How does it feel to be in a slump, as some are calling it? Some fans are even calling you washed. Quite sad isn’t it,” one reporter asks.

“You guys keep saying I am in a slump, or I’m being replaced by younger drivers. My bare hands paved their paths, you don’t get to tell me about sad. If you wanted my career to be dead so bad, you should’ve just said so,” you roll your eyes. Nothing makes you feel more alive than driving, but annoying the media is a close second.

“What about your move to Mercedes next year? Why switch?” another reporter asks. Couldn’t you just get to your motorhome without being hounded by reporters for once?

“It was a mutual decision, it was time for us to part,” you walk away, reflecting on the last few months.

You hadn’t planned your exit from McLaren to Mercedes, the scandal regarding your exit being contained by NDAs. You had punched one of the engineers who made a sexist joke at your expense. You promptly decided you didn’t want to be there anymore, especially when they didn’t fire the engineer.

“I feel bad that this is how it has to happen,” Zak said at the end of last season.

“You don’t get to tell me you feel bad, if you actually did he would’ve been fired and I wouldn’t have to leave,” You told him, visibly upset.

“It was one joke and he was reprimanded. You don’t have to leave,” Zak says, you sharply inhale.

“It wasn’t one joke. It had been ongoing for years, it’s a wonder it took me this long to break. What did you want me to do? Laugh until I cry?” you asked Zak, who seemed shocked.

“Then I truly am sorry, I’ll launch an investigation to see why it wasn’t reported to me before. You will have always have a friend here,” Zak tells you, a small comfort.

“Thank you,” you give him a small smile. You spend the whole offseason steeling yourself and working to be the best driver you can be. You stayed longer at the gym and sent more time on the sim.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Daniel asked one day over a glass of wine, he’s known you since you both were karting, and he’s watched you spiral the past few years. Daniel is your best, and one your few friends.

“It’s so hard being a woman in F1. I am a completely different person than I was before I joined,” Daniel doesn’t comment, he knows you felt like a caged animal so you acted like one.

“Why did you leave McLaren?” Daniel asks, knowing you wouldn’t leave unless there was a good reason.

“I signed an NDA, so you can’t share any of this. After I started at McLaren, an engineer was hired who would say sexist remarks all the time. Over time I stopped being nice and just got mean back, and I finally snapped. I gave him a nice right hook to his face,” you sip the wine, giving the shortened version. “Zak didn’t know, no one had reported the engineers behavior, so we signed NDAs and I left.”

“I’m sorry, That plus the media circus of being a woman in F1 can’t be easy,” Daniel sympathizes.

“That’s why I forced myself to be like this. If I can make myself seem untouchable, it doesn’t hurt as much. Being the villain is easier,” you tell him.

“So how will you approach Mercedes?” Daniel keeps you talking, knowing you need a good trauma dump.

“Lay low for the first couple weeks, let the drivers think they took out my claws, hung me to dry. It won’t be enough to ruin my season, but enough to catch them off guard. During the fourth or fifth race, I’ll leap from my gallows and crash their party, exposing the sexism within Formula One,” you smirk.

“The old ‘who’s afraid of little old me’ tactic,” he smiles, enjoying your plan.

“They should be afraid,” you say, explaining your interview with Suzie that is going to break the internet, after all, the NDA only kept you from talking about the punch.

Just like you predicted, the media and fans were divided. Some called for a public apology from McLaren and the FIA for the treatment of female drivers, most called you over dramatic, and said you only wanted to attention to distract from your poor performance and waning stardom. They said not everything is about you and the people who hurt you didn’t do it to hurt you.

You wanted nothing more than to argue back and show the media and fans just how disturbed they had made you, but Toto told you to let your driving do the talking. That race you said one thing to the media, “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.”

“Chills, your interview was phenomenal. Thanks for citing me as one of your biggest supporters by the way. Scooch over, let’s see what insecure men are tweeting,” Daniel hands you a glass of wine and sits beside you on your couch, air playing his phone screen.

“I like that one, I’m always drunk on my own tears,” you laugh. Daniel logged into his spam account, letting himself reply to the haters.

“I like this one. Y/n L/n is the kind of person to sue you for stepping on her lawn,” Daniel laughs.

“The reply is better: she’s fearsome, wretched, and most importantly, wrong,” you both think of a funny reply.

You show up to the track and win, and win, and win, until you are holding the trophy for your fourth world championship.

In your post-championship interview with the F1 media team, you make what may be your biggest announcement yet.

“In the wake of people calling me crazy after sharing my experiences as a woman in motorsport, I’d like to make a very special announcement. I am who I am because you trained me to be like this, so to make sure no other girl has to go through what I did, I will be sponsoring two F1 Academy drivers with added mentorship and sponsorship opportunities. I’ve seen the work that Susie Wolff has done, and I cannot wait to help grow the presence of women in motorsport,” you say, sitting beside Susie.

“We will make sure she doesn’t terrorize the girls too much,” she jokes at your request.

“Who’s afraid of little old me?”

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[2.9k] when your boyfriend is giving his piano more attention than you, you set out to remind him just where his hands should be instead. (smut)

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It was torture.

Pure fucking torture. 

That was the only way to describe his current predicament, and yet, a sadistic part of him enjoyed it. He enjoyed it far more than he should have. He enjoyed it more than he ever thought he would. He didn’t even know if he wanted it to stop, even if his body was begging for it too. 

The situation leading up to this moment was stupid, honestly.

Charles loved the piano and it was a fact known to everyone. Despite the love and passion he had for racing, it had become a source of frustration in more recent months—something the people close to him knew all too well. And even if he kept loving it, there was times where he needed to step away from the sheets of data and the SIM car set up in the spare room of his apartment. 

There were times he just needed a release. 

And, it came in the form of the piano. 

At first, it was just a simple skill he decided to pick up in hopes that it would be a nice distraction from the endless hours he spent worrying about racing. Then, it became a hobby, a genuine interest to further the skill he had and become better. He was competitive after all.

Then, it became a way of expression. 

The notes flowing as his fingers danced across the keyboard felt freeing. The way the instrument did exactly what he wanted when he wanted it was something he lacked in other aspects of his life in recent years. The compositions were something to be proud of, a mark he could leave on the world beyond his career in motorsports. 

The piano became an outlet for Charles, something he became more reliant on in the last few weeks than he even realised. 

And it left you as a very sexually frustrated girlfriend.

You loved Charles. There was never a doubt in your mind that you loved Charles. You loved and supported what he did, you encouraged him to express himself whether it be in words or notes played on the piano. But, something bitter and resentful bubbled inside you at the fact you were fighting for your boyfriend’s attention, and your competition was a fucking musical instrument.

It just became easier for him to vent out his frustrations in a wordless hobby, and you understood that. But you missed him. 

You missed his touch and the way his fingers would glide over every inch of your body. You missed his kisses and the way they would leave you panting and breathless. You missed the way that when you were with him, you were his whole fucking world.

You missed your boyfriend’s attention just being on you, so you decided to teach him a lesson.

Maybe it was cruel. Maybe it wasn’t cruel enough. Maybe it was exactly what your boyfriend needed to remember the pretty girl he got to call his. 

“I didn’t say you could stop playing, Charles.”

He let out a shaky breath, a shiver running down his spine as his eyes snapped down to the keyboard beneath him. His hands were hovering over the white keys, his fingers itching to move but his brain was blank. Every single coherent thought was lost and he couldn’t fucking remember how to play a chord, let along a song.

But you asked him to keep playing, and who was he to deny his girl?

Even if said girl was currently lying on top of the grand piano he bought a few months back, clad in some lacy number he swore he had never seen before as her hands glided over the body he should have been touching, kissing, loving.

“Play, Charles. Show me what you’ve spent the last few weeks composing instead of touching me.”

He cleared his throat, his brain scrambling to remember the song that flowed so easily for him mere hours ago. But now, all he could think about was the noises that you were making, that you sounded better than any song he could ever compose. He was thinking about how he could listen to your pretty moans for the rest of his life.

His fingers were moving, slower and less confident that he would usually play, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he watched you closely. 

The slick, black wood beneath you was cold. It was cold and refreshing against your heated skin as you ran your hands down your stomach, your touch feather-light and teasing as you heard your boyfriend let out a strangled moan. 

Your eyes were closed but you could imagine it so clearly. You could imagine the flush on his cheeks, the colour sweet and pink and a colour you wanted to pain the world. You could imagine the dazed look in his watercolour eyes, the same look he got when his head was between your thighs and he had no expiration on when he had to pull away. You could imagine the way his broad shoulders tensed, the stiff movements as he tried to grasp onto whatever self-restraint he had left.

“Cherie, please,” he whispered, almost too low for you to hear. 

Your lips twitched upwards. “Play me your pretty song, baby.” 

He was distracted, and his playing told you as much. He was distracted with the way your fingers glided over your nipples, the way they hardened beneath the lacy material you wore that barely covered them. He was distracted when your other hand slid lower down your body, as your fingers slipped past the waistband of your panties.

He was distracted by the small gasp that left your lips when your fingers pressed down on your swollen clit. He was distracted by the needy whine you let out as your fingers glided along your soaking cunt, collecting your arousal before you finally slid one finger inside yourself. He was distracted by the way your body squirmed and arched as you touched yourself, as you moaned his name with his broken playing in the background. 

Charles was completely enraptured by you. He couldn’t fucking get enough of you. He didn’t care about the piano or his song, he didn’t care about anything other than the pretty girl fucking herself in front of him and the fact his cock was straining in the confinements of his boxers and sweatpants right now. 

He needed you. He needed you so fucking bad.

“Let me,” he croaked out, his eyes locked on the way your back arched off the piano. “Let me make you feel so good, baby. I can make you feel so good.”

Your head turned to the side, your eyes fixated on his glassy eyes and pouty lips. 

“Charles,” you moaned, your face contorting as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

“Please, baby, please,” he continued to beg, one hand dropping away from the keyboard to palm the length of his cock over his sweatpants. “Anything you want, let me give you it.”

You tucked your lip between your teeth. “Anything?”

“Anything,” he repeated breathlessly. 

“Make me come, Charlie,” you whispered. “Show me what a good boy you are.” 

The words had barely left your lips before his hands were on you. His fingers were digging into the fat of your thighs as he turned your body to face him, as he pulled you towards the edge of the piano until your panty-clad cunt was inches away from his face.

His fingers ran over the lacy material of the nightgown you were wearing before he pushed it further up your stomach, until it pooled just above your belly button. He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours as he leaned down to lick a strip over your clothed cunt.

“Fuck,” you groaned as your head fell back against the piano, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue pushed against the material of your panties. “Charles—”

“I know, cherie,” he murmured, his words hot and breathy against you as his nose nudged against your clit. “I know, I know what my baby needs.”

“Thought you were my good boy,” you goaded, your hands fisting the material of your nightgown as his arms wound around your thighs to lock you in place.

“I am,” he mumbled, his eyes falling shut as he placed kisses along your inner thighs, the slight stubble on his cheeks scratching against your skin in a way that made you arch closer to him. “Gonna show you how good I am.” 

The sound of fabric ripping was the least of your concerns as he tossed them away, the cool air hitting your exposed cunt for less than a few seconds before his mouth was on you. Charles loved being between your thighs, he could have spent his whole life between them if he got the chance. 

And now, with your thighs squeezing his ears and the sounds of your pretty whines echoing through the room, he realised just how long it had been since he had found himself in this position. That between the countless meetings, back-on-back race weekends and constant travelling, that he hadn’t been giving his princess the love she deserved. 

That he had been depriving himself of his favourite meal.

“Charles!” You cried out as his tongue sloppily lapped at your cunt, appreciating groans vibrating against you as your legs squeezed around him. You tried to clench your thighs together, only for him to pin your legs open again. 

Charles was a starved man, and he was fucking devouring you. 

The words leaving his lips were better off being incoherent to you. Phrases mixed between French and Italian that you didn’t quite understand, but it was hot as he lapped and licked and sucked and kissed every inch of your needy cunt until your thighs were soaked and you were certain that you were dripping down onto the keyboard.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whined, your hands darting down to entangle themselves in his thick curls he had grown out. He let out a needy noise from the back of his throat, one that had his fingers digging into your skin so tight that you were sure it would bruise in the morning, but you didn’t care. “Right there, baby, fuck! Feel so fucking good, Charles, so good—oh!”

Your nails scratched against his scalp as his eyes fluttered shut, as he groaned against your cunt until you were coming. Your body tensed and shook, your moans pathetic and loud and just the way he liked it. His name was like a mantra on your lips, repeated over and over like a prayer. 

But Charles didn’t stop.

The swipes of his tongue were slow and lazy, but he didn’t stop even after you came. He licked up the mess he had made, he pressed your hips into the piano as you wiggled and squirmed under his hold. He enjoyed the dull pain as you pulled on his hair as he licked your wet thighs and needy cunt until you said the single phrase that could make him pull away from between your legs.

“Please, Charlie,” you whispered, breathless and whiny and greedy for more of him. “Need your cock.”

The noise that left his lips was some pathetic mix of a groan and a whine as he pulled away from you, his lips and chin glistening with your release as his tongue darted out for one more taste. He pushed himself up onto his feet, the piano bench now long forgotten as he quickly shoved his sweatpants and boxers down to his knees. 

His hand slid up your leg, lightly slapping the side of your thigh until you lifted your head to look at him. 

“Turn around, baby,” he murmured, his voice lower and gruffer than it was before. “Show me that pretty ass, cherie.”

Your hands were braced against the piano as Charles placed one hand on your waist, the other guiding his cock deep inside your cunt until he was buried to the prim. You let out a noise of content, the desire for the slight burn of his thick cock pushing into you eagerly fixed after weeks of craving him.

Your head fell back against his shoulder, a desperate noise leaving his lips as his head dipped down to press his lips against yours. And you let him kiss you. You let his tongue swipe over your bottom lip, you let yourself taste your release on his tongue as he deepened the kiss. You let him kiss you until your lungs burned for air and your body craved for him to move.

“Fuck me,” you whispered breathlessly against his lips. “Fuck me like you miss me.”

“I have fucking missed you,” Charles groaned as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Missed every single part of you, cherie. You’re fucking perfect.”

“Show me, Charles,” you sighed as your fingers gripped the edge of the piano. “Fuck me on this stupid piano and show me.” 

Charles was a patient man. He was a patient man who had the tolerance and restraint that would make a saint envious. He was usually so collected, so calm and put together even in situations where he didn’t have to be.

But any semblance of patience was thrown out the window when it came to you, especially when it came to fucking you.

The room that was usually full of beautiful notes and passionate music was now replaced with the sound of skin on skin, slapping against each other and accompanied by debauch noises that left a pink tint to his cheeks.

He had one hand pressed against the middle of your back, keeping your tits and face pressed against the cool wood as he fucked you from behind. His thrusts were hard, his tempo was fast and you felt the coil in your stomach tightening faster than you ever had before.

He could feel the walls of your cunt clench around his cock, could feel the slick of your arousal staining his own thighs but he didn’t fucking care. His lips were red and raw from how hard he was biting down, his skin felt like it was on fire and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. 

And yet, he never wanted to leave that moment. 

The sight of you bent over his fucking piano, your ass jiggling with every snap of his hips and your nails desperately trying to dig into the glossy wood like you needed something to grip onto, like you needed a lifeline to ground you. The way you screamed his name, the way you screamed for his cock and the way he thrusted deep inside you, hitting that spot over and over again until you could feel him in your stomach.

“So good f’me,” he groaned as his hand groped the meat of your ass in his palm. “You were made for me, cherie, my perfect fit.”

“Charles,” you choked out between moans, but your boy knew you better than you knew yourself.

“That’s it, baby,” he whimpered. “Come for me, let me feel you. I wanna feel how good I make you feel, princess.”

The nickname wasn’t used often, but it was more than enough to tip you over the edge. The noises you let out were borderline pornographic as Charles continued to fuck you through your orgasm, as he leaned over until his chest was pressed against your back and his cock was hitting a new, deeper spot with every thrust. 

His lips were on your neck, kisses placed on your skin between whispered French phrases of praise as he finally came, as he released inside you and felt your walls clench around him like you didn’t want his cock to leave you just yet.

You were panting and breathless, your cheek pressed against the grand piano as you let your eyes fall shut at the feeling of his gentle kisses and the soft touch of his hands all over your body. Your lips twitched as you heard him murmured ‘I love you’ over and over again in different languages until he needed to pause for a breath of air.

“Je t’aime aussi,” you murmured back, your pronunciation still a little dodgy despite the time you’ve spent dating the Monegasque, but it made him smile nonetheless.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured as he ducked his head down to kiss your cheek. “I love you more than the piano, you know that?”

You snorted. “Well, I sure hope so after that.”

Charles grinned. “Nothing could ever compare to fucking you, mon amour.”

You peaked a look at your boyfriend. “Nothing?”

“Nothing,” he confirmed.

“Not even round two?” You teased. 

“Depends,” Charles murmured as his fingers pulled at the hem of your nightgown you were still wearing. “Do you have any more surprises for me?”

“I did a lot of shopping while you were gone,” you told him with an innocent smile.

His eyes darkened. “Cancel all our plans for this weekend.”

You raised your brows. “Charles—”

“We aren’t leaving the house,” he told you as he squeezed your hips. “We need to make up for lost time, even if that means fucking you on this damn piano in every single piece you bought.”

“We need to eat, Charles,” you murmured, though the problem sounded just as dumb as it did in your head when he grinned at you.

“I’ll order you food in.”

“And what will you eat?” 

Charles’ smile only widened. “Jump up on the piano again and I’ll show you, princess.”

It was safe to say, neither your friends or family heard from you or Charles until at least three days later.

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Dizzy Des on the Music Industry, Bailey Kay, Money vs Marriage, His Legendary Career & More | JUICE CHAMPS R E B E L. T V - 118K Views - 10 hours ago

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wakeupmrwest Best interview yet! You don’t want to skip a second of this. Thank you Dizzy for joining us and schooling these dudes.

Dizzy Des This is why I started this network. A platform to speak our truth!

redpillscholar I knew Bailey Kay was just like all the other 304s. Using 🐱 to get ahead. No talent. You don’t want a female like that Dizzy. She’ll ruin your brand.

BadKidForLife King shit! Mad wisdom! I was taking notes!

kingb 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢

bkstan 🦋🦋🦋

futuretoxicex Did you even listen to the interview before coming in here with your stupid butterflies? Take your twerking somewhere else. Dizzy was spittin facts.

rubberbandshan Reported dot com. Let me get outta these comments before I puke.

Ocsar: So you really suing BK?! How did it get this bad?

Dizzy: I don’t know! I’ve been asking myself the same damn question. One minute we’re all good, reconnecting, and then next thing you know she’s skipping out on business deals.

O: We know things started going downhill after your album release party. What really happened that night?

D: I had an amazing time and I made sure Bailey did too as everyone saw. But I don’t think she was able to handle those old feelings coming back. Instead of being honest with herself and going for what she really wants, she turned on me instead.

O: Wait. Wait! Run that back. Old feelings? You two had something going on?

D: We have history.

O: What kinda history? You smashed the Queen?

D: Let’s just say when Deangelo brought Bailey Kay to my door she was crackable. She was willing to do whatever it took to get put on. We worked hard, partied hard. Wild times back then.

O: Woooow!

D: Unfortunately we couldn’t make it work as a team. I tried but she chose a different direction. I guess she thought Khalil would do her- I mean do it better over at Blueprint. Obviously she chose wrong. I’m the King of this shit. We could have been on top of the world. True music royalty.

O: I mean BK is definitely on top of the world right now. Are you trying to take her down?

D: Funny choice of words but nah. I want her to keep winning in this industry. But I also want what’s owed to me.

D: Once I win my court case, get my simoleons and maybe a thank you, I’ll be waiting for her with open arms. Ditch those cornballs you got controlling you Queen. You need a high value sim like me to make you be the beautiful butterfly you claim to be.

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Family Pack #3

I’m happy to share some sims with you all today! In this post, you’ll find 10 households (40 sims total), each with their own stories and biographies. All of these sims have additional Everyday outfits, skills, bonus traits, Likes and Dislikes, sexual orientations, pronouns, family dynamics, and Lifestyles. You can find them all on the gallery under my Origin ID: TheLastAirSimmer or in the tray files linked under the cut! As always, feel free to tag me if you end up using them.

Guillroy-Jeong

Some families don’t survive a divorce. That wasn’t the case for the Guillory’s; in fact, it only brought Aston and Déon closer. Déon had never considered that the fisherman was experiencing a midlife crisis until he married Willow, a joyful artist half his age. Things were tense initially, but seeing how happy she made Aston was enough to diffuse the tension until Uriel arrived. Déon wants to support this new dynamic, but a needy toddler in the mix might force them to branch out of their bubble.

Carbone

For better or worse, Greta has always been one to stand by her choices. She’s had a song in her heart from a young age, but put her dreams of being a pianist to the side once Albie was born. She works as a teacher to support her family, but hopes one day to play again. However, it would be good enough to see Albie fulfill his own dreams of becoming a professional dancer, temperamental though he may be. Like her mother and brother, Beatrice too is unapologetically developing musical aspirations.

Duggal

When Bikram and Mia wed, they agreed their careers would come first before starting a family. Their first pregnancy surprised them, but Bikram pivoted to adjust to the new circumstances. Mia, however, was eager to get back to work after the birth. As a doctor, she provided enough for Bikram to cut back at the restaurant and care for Parker. There was a cost, though; today, Parker resents Mia. Wanting to avoid repeating that mistake, Mia is keen on loving her boys, the nerdy Antwan and wary Levi.

Salamé

Being raised by Adeline had a profoundly different effect on her kids. Dasia, the eldest, often butted heads with the stubborn matriarch and found comfort in her high school sweetheart Imman. Baqil, the obvious favorite, stayed on the set path and wants to make her proud (coffee is his best friend when it comes to staying on top of his classes). Having married and had kids too young, Dasia and Imman reluctantly moved in and Adeline has since been keen on taking control of the girls’ rearing.

Lavigne-Jarrah

Falling for an artist was not at all what Rahim had planned. As an engineer, he values structure and practicality, but Gabrielle offers him a new lens to see the world through. This interior designer also takes note from her husband and has adopted his attention to detail in her own work. Their daughter Francesca has her moms’ creative spirit and shows promise (even if she focuses more on boys in her class than her painting skills) and Xavier is more interested in gaming than being book smart.

Newkirk

Landon had made many futile attempts to woo his high school crush Johanna, but it wasn’t until he sang a song for her on his guitar that she noticed him. They remain together today, accepting of the others’ quirks. Johanna can often fly off the handle, but Landon is always there to ease her mind. They try to do their part to save the world and instill ecofriendly values in their kids; lessons that young Averie has taken in good spirits. The unpredictable Reagan, however, is a different story.

Tillman

Not long ago, Siobhan was living her dream; traveling and performing music with her friends. But creative differences led to a massive falling out and the band split up. Now directionless, she moved in with her older sister Bianca, who was happy to reconnect after years apart (and maybe get some help with her two boys) but Siobhan may as well be a third child. Desmond and Cale love having their aunt around though, and it’s nice at times to get a reprieve so Bianca can focus on her meditation.

Oertel

A woman of science with a lot of love to give, Sandra knew early on that she wanted to have a child and give them the warm upbringing that she never had. Despite not having a partner, she decided to undergo in-vitro fertilization. She certainly did a good job of instilling Jonas with a high level of confidence (almost to a point of arrogance) and even as a grown man, he has Sandra wrapped around his finger. He doesn’t take his studies seriously, but has a passion for all things outdoors.

Kwame-Zhang

Lily and Daphanie were ready to take on San Myshuno and on their way to becoming a power couple. Or so Lily thought, until Daphanie changed course. After adopting the girls, Daphanie drove a hard bargain on moving to a quieter part of town. She was able to adjust as a fashion designer, sending off submissions from the comfort of her home. Lily however finds herself commuting to the city, unwilling to forfeit her spot as an up-and-coming food critic, despite missing quality time with her family.

Silva-Ortiz

Gustavo takes his values seriously and expects others to do the same. Quite a negotiator, his wife Flavia is able to use her husbands’ political network to pass her green initiatives around town. Though cohesive as a pair, they differed in their parenting styles; Flavia always trusted her sons’ judgement while Gustavo often quarreled with their eldest Robbie, who only wants to party. Averse to conflict, Paolo does as he’s told, even forgoing his own wants to throw himself fully into his studies.

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Okay, so, technically, Satoru and Suguru are two different characters, but they're canon parallels to each other, two halves of a duo. When that stopped being the case, a chasm was created and their worlds shifted. Their relationship is a major part of both characters stories, so separating them is difficult.

It isn't hard to guess that I love them. They're complex characters, and both serve as a cornerstone of JJK. It's impossible to imagine the series without either one of them, and their respective ideologies and the reasons behind them can be essay material. (I know because I've written one for school)

Bella Goth is an iconic Sims character. She's a baddie, and has some of the most intriguing lore of the game. I think it's a shame the Sims 4 slacked up on the storylines of the townies, because even though I've never owned the original game or Sims 2, the lore of the first two games is compelling. I have fond memories of her, often revolving me breaking up her marriage, and protecting her from those mean, scary aliens.

I was six when this movie came out, and my mother took my sisters and I to see it in the theater. That first watch is something I'd never forget, and even though I was upset that my older sister stole my snacks, the magic of the movie overrode it all. To see a princess movie set in New Orleans endeared it to my entire family, and the fact that she's the first and only Black princess gives Tiana a special place in my heart. She's hardworking, ambitious, and persistent. Not to mention, she's a baddie.

Her and Naveen's love story is one of my favorites, and I adore the fact she showed you can have a loving husband and a prosperous career. She's an independent woman, but can still accept love.

Speaking of....

The original Disney baddie, (argue with your mama), and the first to spark my interest in martial arts. I thought she was so cool, and seeing her growth always puts a smile on my face. When she sat on the top of that pole, I was so proud of her. She started out headstrong and determined, and more honorable than most of the men around her. The crowd bowing to her was exactly what she deserved, and her Father giving her her props was such a sweet moment to me.

As a side note, she deserved better than Li Shang. I fully subscribe to the theory that Li is bisexual and developed an attraction towards Ping. I love the hypothetical queer representation, even if he ends up in a straight relationship. What I don't love is how he left her to die. He tried to pose it as an act of mercy, showing his gratitude for her heroic actions, but he still left her on a freezing mountainside in barely anything. Then, when she escaped and tried to warn him, he refused to give her the time of day. Put short, he was raggedy.

Saiki is one of my favorite anime protagonists. The way the anime pokes fun at tropes is so funny, and Saiki being done with the world around him is a mood, as is his fear of bugs. Anime is riddled with all powerful characters, and a lot of the time, they have a copy and paste personality. Seeing Saiki longing to be normal, (to the point of stalking someone who's scarily average), whilst also being over reliant on his powers and being comedically apathetic is a nice change of pace. It also makes him surprisingly complex. Though this is a theory and not canon, he's great ace representation. He's content with having no romantic partner, and I like how he grows to deal with having friends without having a sudden interest in romance.

Another good example of Ace representation, in my humble bisexual opinion, is Barbie. She shows that friendship and sisterhood can be fulfilling on its own, without any need for a romantic relationship.

Now, I don't think the Barbie movie is as revolutionary as people made it out to be. It was feminism 101, with the core message being the patriarchy oppresses women, and grossly limits men. A message that's still controversial in 2024, but not one we haven't heard before.

Still, it was an incredibly fun movie, and Barbie was a great heroine. The moment she chose the high heel over the Birkenstock, I knew I'd love her, and I was right.

I love Avatar: The Last Airbender. It was so ahead of its time, and is an example of how complex 'kid' shows can be. It's pretty hard for me to pick a favorite character, but if I was forced to choose, I'd say Uncle Iroh.

Long ago, I saw a comment about how if there was a character that embodied the pleasant warmth of a fire place or cackling campfire, it'd be Uncle Iroh. I completely agree. He's the perfect mentor, standing in Zuko's corner no matter what he wanted to do, while subtly guiding him down the right path. He also wasn't blind to his nephew's flaws, but never addressed them in a way that made Zuko feel unwanted. Even after being backstabbed, he was simply sad that Zuko lost his way.

We don't see his character arc on screen, but we know he underwent an incredible transformation, going from a fearsome Fire Nation general, to a humble old man reflective about life, though he can still kick ass if needed.

Leaves From The Vine still makes me feel mushy and teary-eyed. It's bittersweet knowing that losing his son was the catalyst for him to become the character we see, and the reason he's so dedicated to Zuko. He's trying to prevent him from suffering the same fate, and right a wrong that's haunted him for so long. Learning that the tears in Iroh's voice was genuine, because that was one of the final things Mako Iwamatsu recorded before passing, made me want to curl up in bed. He brought the character to life, and is one reason he's so iconic.

Finally, Mr. Shouta Aizawa's fine ass. Now, besides just being fine, I love him for many of the reasons I love Iroh. He's nowhere as cheerful and warm as Uncle Iroh, but he takes his role as a teacher and mentor seriously. He stands in his students corner no matter what, and has shown time and time again that he'd give his life for them. Furthermore, he isn't a hero for fame or recognition, but because he believes it's the right thing to do. He knows the society he lives in is flawed, and tries to right U.A's quirk prejudice system by mentoring Hitoshi.

One might not peg him as it, but he's a very parental character. It's shown with his students, with Hitoshi, and most especially Eri. He's dedicated to guiding the next generation to achieve their fullest potential. Plus, his quirk is cool as hell, and he can throw hands.

Bonus:

Anya Forger and Nezuko, because they make me reconsider my stance on children. They're so cute, and highlights of their respective shows. And I love how Anya is shown to be childishly intelligent. It's due to her powers, but still.

TF141 also gains an honorable mention, especially my baby girl Ghost. Despite being the most secretive character of the task force, we have the most information on his background, and I love his fruity friendship with Johnny. Likewise, I love the mentor relationship Gaz and Price have. On a hornier note, I wish there were more threesome fics with Gaz and Price taking a lucky lady to Pound Town. All and all, these four awful people are my favorite pieces of military propaganda.

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome back, beloved readers! Things have finally calmed down for me so it’s time to inflict this update on the world. When we last left off, BATSHIT FELINA SMASHED VICTORIA’S URN

-WHY IS IT NOT BROKEN?!?

Because it turned out there’s a cheat to repair urns, HA. In your face!

-I BROKE THAT THING FAIR AND SQUARE

Felina seriously, GO TO HELL. I freaked out thinking I’d have to either quit without saving (hadn’t saved since before SUGAR DIED) or I’d have to deal with Victoria’s missing character file. You’re not allowed anywhere near the mausoleum again! 

-THAT’S FINE, I’LL JUST TRAP MYSELF IN THIS WALL UNTIL I DIE AND THEN YOU’LL BE SORRY

Bruh. I’ve had enough of this house, between the walls of death..

..the eternal yard fire..

..and the fact everyone is afflicted with a gross cold they keep passing around despite the fact I gave them medicine-

-I, a retired Mayor, was clearly the right choice to make medicine.

Well I thought you might do something useful for once, Shajar, but joke’s on me. Point is, it’s time to gtfo..

..to our new gigantic house! Look at all our crap on the lawn, and yes, I’m referring to the sims. 

I unpaused for 1 second to check something and Barf and Failina (Barflina?) have re-become enemies?? Did you stop being enemies at some point because I completely missed it. 

-We did but new house, new us!

It’s done! I went all out on this house for no discernible reason, let me give you the grand tour:

First floor! Man this house is a nightmare. 

Foyer! 

Luxurious pet room!

Kitchen!

Dining room!

Gambling room Library!

And living room!

Moving on to the second floor, Cyn and Sophie/Shajar’s bedrooms I kept the basically same as in the last house. The unfinished bedroom is Sugar and Sandy’s for reasons that will be explained shortly. 

I really feel I made this house too nice for the Unions but what can you do. 

Felina and Barth’s rooms in their ~signature colors~

And Liz and Sophito’s bedroom which is clearly all Liz.

Finally, on the little rooms on the third floor are the music room that @microscotch​ decorated❤️, and a lame room where we keep all our career rewards!

The mausoleum, which is unchanged other than I moved the pet graves in it and put them under each generation..

..and this is the yard! I kept it pretty much the same except larger-

-and I added a lake! We’re all done, time to unpause and enjoy long, safe lives in our new house..

OMG WTF

-YOU CAN’T ADD A FLAMETHROWER IN THE MIDDLE OF A FOUNTAIN, MORON -EVERYONE KNOWS WATER CATCHES FIRE 

BRO. When I tell you guys the entire family almost perished in a FOUNTAIN FIRE. Incredibly fitting cause of death. Thankfully the firefighter heroically saved us and all is well! Now I can’t wait to play a billion sims and pets on this gigantic cc-filled lot with no further problems whatsoever!

Alright then! I had a feeling it might come to this, Sugar take Sandy and gtfo.

-I will but be warned, our absence won’t solve anything! 

Ya, it sure DIDN’T. GROSS. Finally I turned off shaders and it went away, ok Sug, you and Sandy can move back in..

..and we can begin the ENDLESS task of getting all the skill points you lost to zombiehood back. And once you’re back at the top of your career and Sandy tops hers you are OUTTA HERE, you hear me???

-Ya ya, how many times are you gonna kick me out and move me back in? Admit it already, you LOVE ME. 

Ok ‘love’ is a strong word-

-YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT ME.

LET’S MOVE ON

It’s our first night in the new house and this is how Sophie and Shajar sleep. 

-Close enough for me. -I’d like another wall between us, actually.

#itsover

-Ah, nothing like that first sip of whiskey before school!

Ya Barth, I’m a little concerned about your aspiration bar.

-Ah, nothing like the first four glasses of whiskey after shcool!

Ya ok, we’re calling the matchmaker this weekend.

Jimbo (the puppy we adopted to mate with Veronica, I don’t remember if I introduced him) grows up and he looks ICONIC

The difference between their necks LOL

It’s Sophito’s birthday and Liz’s is in a few days, so it’s time to get started on their death portraits. What a cheerful gift, Cyn! 

Family reunion! Look at everyone all together, getting along..

..even Gunther came but completely ignored the party and went straight for the ballet bar, which legit made me emo, idk if you guys remember during generation 1 how obsessed he and Daniel were with the ballet bar, awww❤️ Alright, back to the party, go on Soph, blow your candles-

OH FFS

-SCREW YOU, FAILINA, IT’S BEYOND TIME TO HAVE OUR FIRST FIGHT IN THE NEW HOUSE  -AGREED, AND I CAN THINK OF NO BETTER MOMENT THAN THE ONE RIGHT BEFORE OUR FATHER BLOWS HIS CANDLES IN FRONT OF OUR ENTIRE FAMILY

Ok are you done?? Is this over?? Let’s try the cake again, Soph-

-Sorry, it’s time for me to finally reconnect with iVan, huhu!💗 -Awww, I’m so happy for you, grandma Cyn!

-DON’T BE TOO HAPPY, FAILINA -FUCKING BRAT, I HAD MY BACK TURNED

OK YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET IT

HERE, HE’S GROWN UP. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SOPHITO 

-WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS FAMILY~👻

Ya idk, Victoria, you tell me, it’s your amazing DNA at work. 

-YOU’RE AN EMBARASSMENT, BARTHOLOMEW  -Well that hurts, grandma! 

-Thankfully nothing a drink won’t fix!

Oh my- I’d like to clarify at this point that this goddamn party is still going on-

-when this simultaneous pet and human fight occurs:

It’s Jimbo vs Shinok..

..and Barflina vs human dignity.

-Oh no, babe, I can’t look! -How could this happen, we were such involved parents!!

And at the moment where Barth throws his sister through a window, the matchmaker rewards us with a genie lamp for treading the arduous path of excellence. I don’t know about you, but what I take from this is we are perfect and should never attempt to improve ourselves in any way! 

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 16 (Catching Up With the Pancakes)

Spencer paid Heather a surprise visit – alone – after the birth of her son, Greyson. "It's great to see you, but unexpected," she said gently. "Is everything okay?"

"I just needed a chance to get some sea air, I think. How are things with you and Malcolm?"

Heather could tell she was holding back, but she didn't want to push. "Malcolm's okay, I think. I'll see him at Holly's wedding but we haven't really spoken that much, lately. I thought maybe he was pulling away from me after I switched pet food suppliers at the clinic, but I'm starting to think maybe I'm the one pulling away from him? Like I could call him right now, but even if you weren't here, I care about him, but...I don't know..."

"Relationships are really hard and so confusing," Spencer agreed gently, but Heather could hear in her voice that she was referring to Everett and herself, not Heather and Malcolm.

"You can talk to me," she assured her.

Spencer sighed, exhaustion pulling at her cheeks. "It's been hard since Greyson was born. Greyson doesn't sleep much. Everett and I have to scream at each other to hear over his wailing."

"I hear that's pretty normal," she said. "I know it's hard, but Greyson will sleep better soon."

"It's not just Greyson. Did Everett tell you what the doctors said?" Heather shook her head. "There were complications during his birth and they said I probably won't have more children."

"Spencer, I'm so sorry."

"I'm not! And that's just it - Everett's devastated. He really wants a big family, but I never felt ready for Greyson before his arrival. I love him more than anything, but I want to explore the jungle and progress in my career. I'm happy with one and I don't want to be pregnant again, but I don't know how to talk about it with Everett."

Heather understood why Spencer was anxious to discuss it. "I know what you're feeling," Heather assured her with a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I want to be a mom someday, but I want my career, too! There's nothing wrong with what you want, Spence."

"I'm grateful you understand where I'm coming from," said Spencer. "But that doesn't make it any easier to think about trying to convince Everett that Greyson is enough."

Heather could see the trepidation and pain in her striking blue eyes. "I know Everett has this idealized view of family he's held onto ever since he lost his mom, but he loves you and he wants you to be happy. He promised he'd do everything he could to make you happy when you married him."

Spencer sighed. "Our wedding feels so long ago already. We're already planning Greyson's christening!"

"It'll be good to have your family in town," suggested Heather. "Maybe it'll be so chaotic, Everett will understand why one kid isn't the end of the world."

For the first time since she walked in, Spencer raised a smile. "So far, planning it has just been more stress on top of stress! But Malia and Jamar will be there! She's looking forward to spending some time in the sun while Jamar gets a mini-break from medical school."

Heather smiled at the mention of their old friends. "I heard they eloped after we all came back from your wedding in Tartosa."

"Yeah. Our big destination wedding was such an event, they just wanted to get married and avoid the hassle. In retrospect, I don't blame them at all, but I think Malia's partly excited to get away because they're living with his parents in Henford until Jamar's residency is done, at least."

"We know your parents like to put on a party or else they won't even bother." Heather chuckled to herself.

"I had to ban my mother from having anything to do with planning the christening just to save my nerves!"

"Well I'll be there. I'll tackle her if she tries to run out to replace the napkins at the last minute."

The mental image made Spencer laugh so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. "This is exactly why Everett and I want you to be Greyson's godmother."

"Me? Really? What about your sister Olivia and her husband?"

"She's busy enough with three kids and Everett thinks she doesn't like him."

"Growing up, I always thought Olivia hated everybody."

"She still does, but once Everett makes his mind up it can't be changed." Heather offered a knowing chuckle. "We both trust you. I know you and I could have gone either way in high school with your feelings for Everett and the kiss and everything, but I'm glad it never came between us. We're both glad we have you in our lives, and it would be an honour to us both if you'd say yes."

"Of course! I'll be the best godmother Greyson could ever have!" she vowed.

Heather made plans to visit Oasis Springs during her upcoming break for Holly’s wedding, and her heart brimmed with anticipation. ->

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[lestappenforever]

Stop (You're Losing Me) - Lestappen oneshot

Lestappen | Angst, smut & fluff | 6.3K | Sequel

Surprise, besties! Bet you thought you wouldn't be getting more sequels to "Devils Roll The Dice (Angels Roll Their Eyes)", but here we are and here you go: part 3!

Part 1: Devils Roll The Dice (Angels Roll Their Eyes)

Part 2: Like Snow At The Beach (Weird, But Fucking Beautiful)

Part 3: Stop (You're Losing Me)

This whole thing was born yesterday, after this particular part from a comment on one of my other fics, from the lovely @LightinDecember on AO3:

"Last thing I want to say is how much I would LOVE a bottom Max / top Charles fanfic ❤️

How great it would be to see them switch roles in a short fic like this that can somehow be seen as an episodic sequel to Devils roll the dice !

Just a thought !"

So lovely, this one is for you. ❤️

And as always, a special thank you to the ever lovely, ever wonderful Ilse (@f1writingbyme) for helping me pick the title for this, for being my biggest supporter every step of the way, and for hyping me up about every part I sent her during the writing process. You are my rock, always. 💕

Read the fic on AO3 here.

And you can read a little snippet below the cut.

Charles has replayed their wedding more times than he can count ever since that August day in 2025. It’s a day he looks back on with joy, the memory always filling his heart with warmth and putting the biggest smile on his face as he remembers the way Max had looked at him. How Max’s hand had felt holding his as he slid the wedding band onto his finger. How Charles’ heart had skipped a beat as he’d met Max’s eyes for the first time as spouses. How they’d held on to each other during their first dance, and how complete his life had felt as they’d fallen into bed together on their wedding night.

As Charles stands in the doorway to their shared F1 room three years later, where they keep every trophy, every helmet, every token, every memory from their respective careers so far, watching as Max spends yet another hour on his sim that has lead to him forgetting that it’s Friday and their weekly date night — again —, his mind replays their wedding vows for what feels like the millionth time in the past few months.

Only now Charles can’t help but notice how the joy that used to fill his heart at the memory has been replaced by an ache that he can no longer ignore. And the smile that once stretched over his lips whenever he thought about their wedding day is no longer present. In its place, there’s only the sting of unshed tears.

His gaze shifts to their trophy cabinet, where seven Driver’s World Champion trophies are lined up neatly next to each other. Six of them, from 2021, 2022, 2023, 2025, 2026, and 2027 all belong to Max, while Charles’ from 2024 is placed right in the middle. The sight of it makes him feel as empty as the sight of his husband, transfixed on the screen of his sim, seemingly trapped in a world where Charles doesn’t even exist.

"All relationships have one law. Never make the one you love feel alone, especially when you're there."

[bilbobuttkins]

BASE GAME LEGACY

This legacy challenge is meant for those with only the base game. No DLC is required for this playthrough, and it aims to explore all facets of the base game. I tried to make each generation as unique as possible, and hopefully you even discover something new!

Want a PDF of the rules/tasks for keeping track? Click here.

Rules

Start out with $20K and purchase the largest plot of land you can find. (Oasis Springs: Acquisition Butte, Willow Creek: Oakenstead, Newcrest: Twin Oracle Point). You can start off in any of the base game worlds.

No money cheats are allowed, but I do encourage moving houses after each generation. Moving will also serve to keep household funds low, especially if you're buying and furnishing a new house every generation.

The life span should be set to normal.

There are no heir restrictions, though I recommend sticking with a theme (strict matriarchy, strict patriarchy, alternating, first born, etc.).

You can use cheats to obtain the reward traits from the beginning. If not using cheats, try to get them as soon as possible.

Generation 1: Good for Nothing

You grew up alone in the world, and had to do a lot of things you aren’t necessarily proud of to ensure your survival. You’re no stranger to petty thievery, and you’re pretty good at keeping your head down and staying in the shadows. Someone does notice, though – Nancy Landgraab. She seeks you out, and offers you a job with her crew; she needs some muscle, and someone who won’t be noticed. In exchange for your loyalty and silence, she offers you some spare acreage and a cash advance to build yourself a home. You can’t imagine ever getting a better opportunity, so you take the offer and establish your homestead. It turns out that a life of crime suits you, and you eventually rise through the ranks.

World: Any base game world.

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Loner, Mean

Reward Traits: Observant

Career: Criminal

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Skills: Mischief, Fitness

Lot Traits: Private Dwelling

Tasks:

Befriend Nancy Landgraab.

Your original $20K was half from savings, and half from Nancy. Pay her back $10K as soon as you have the funds. (You can use money cheats for this).

Reach the top of the Criminal career, either branch.

Max the Mischief skill.

Never marry, but you can have as many casual relationships as you’d like. Keep in mind that this sim is a loner, and probably not a Casanova. They’re not opposed to a little recreation with fellow criminals, though. Your child(ren) can be either adopted or natural born.

Cause the death of at least 2 sims.

Have at least 3 tattoos.

Befriend the Grim Reaper.

Complete the Public Enemy aspiration.

Have a secret room or basement for your criminal enterprise.

You must be a single parent. Other sims can move in with you, but never for longer than a week.

Optional: Have an affair with Nancy.

Generation 2: Good at Everything

You ever hear the term ‘wasted potential’ used to describe somebody? You ever hear it used to describe yourself? All your life, you’ve been able to pick up new skills fast. You’re a quick learner with a quick wit, and your parent always told you that you’d have a better life someday. But having a criminal for a parent doesn’t exactly open a lot of doors. Your classes in school are boring, so you don’t see the point in going, and you’re not at one of those places with teachers who actually care about their students and want to see them succeed. You’re prone to bouts of moodiness when you think about how your life could have been different, so you spend the majority of your time drowning your thoughts in music to escape.

World: Any base game world

Traits: Gloomy, Music Lover, Slob

Reward Traits: Savant

Career: Entertainer

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Skills: Any instrument

Lot Traits: Great Acoustics

Tasks:

As a teen, reach level 6 in at least one instrument.

As a teen, skip at least 5 days of school.

As a teen, never do your homework.

Max any instrument skill, and reach at least level 7 in another instrument skill.

Complete the Musical Genius aspiration.

Skip at least 4 days of work (these can be spread out).

Get demoted or fired at least once.

Never clean anything in your house. When you have children, they can clean, but you don’t mind living in filth.

Never have more than $5K at a time. Whenever you have excess funds, buy something lavish and unnecessary (new hot tub, anyone?).

You do not need to reach the top of the Musician career branch in the Entertainer career. Honestly, it makes more sense if you don’t.

Get divorced at least once.

Your children/partners can cook for you, but you can only make: grilled cheese, mac & cheese, eggs & toast, BLTs, pancakes, and spaghetti.

Bonus: Complete the Grilled Cheese aspiration.

Generation 3: Turning it Around

Your family lineage isn’t exactly anything to be proud of. The family motto seems to be “if it’s not easy, it’s not meant to be” and everyone seems happy to live by it. But you’re different. You watched your parent struggle with their lack of success, and you want to show them that things don’t have to be so hard all the time. You want to be successful, and you’ll do anything to get there.

World: Any base game world.

Traits: Ambitious, Neat, Self-Assured

Reward Traits: Entrepreneurial

Career: Business

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Skills: Charisma

Lot Traits: Convivial

Tasks:

Join an after-school activity or have a part-time job.

Graduate high school with at least honors.

As a teen, have regular ‘study dates’ at the library.

Have a side hustle – this can be any hobby that makes money.

Reach the top of the business career, either branch.

Complete the Fabulously Wealthy aspiration.

Get married and have at least 2 children.

Your children must all have the Top-Notch Infant & Top-Notch Toddler traits.

Always help your children with their homework and any school projects.

Have an in-law suite, guest house, or guest room in your home.

Have a separate office.

Each child should have their own room.

When your parent ages to an elder, have them move in with you. You know they’re not going to take care of themselves…

Generation 4: Follow YOUR Dreams

Hearing the stories of how your parent came from nothing and worked hard to achieve their dreams was always an inspiration to you, but you always felt like you got along better with your grandparent. You were ecstatic when they moved in, and they always encouraged you to follow your heart. Your parents wanted you to go to university and get a practical career, but you’ve always been happiest playing sports. Much to your parents’ chagrin, you join the athletic career right out of high school and are determined to make a name for yourself as a professional athlete.

World: Any base game world

Traits: Active, Bro, Outgoing

Reward Traits: Gym Rat

Career: Athlete

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Skills: Fitness, Fishing

Lot Traits: Bracing Breezes

Tasks:

Max both mental and motor skills as a child.

Have at least a ‘Good Friends’ relationship with your grandparent once they move in.

As a teen, have an argument with your parents at least once a week.

In high school, throw a pool party for you and your friends. This can be either at a community lot or your home pool, if you have one.

Get married to your high school sweetheart.

Have at least 5 successful dates with your spouse.

Reach the top of the athlete career (either branch).

Max the fitness skill and complete the Bodybuilder aspiration.

Go fishing once a week, and reach at least level 7 of the fishing skill.

Have a brief affair as an adult. Your spouse does not find out, but your child must somehow witness one of the interactions.

Travel to Sylvan Glade in Willow Creek and fish in the pond.

Bonus: Complete the Anglin’ Ace Aspiration.

Generation 5: Master of the Arts

Your parents always encouraged you to follow your dreams, and you admired their picture-perfect relationship. One day, you caught your parent cheating, and it was like your entire world shifted. You were asked to keep it secret, and you’ve harbored guilt for it ever since. You find that the best way to express yourself is through painting and photography, but you have difficulties controlling your emotions and it lasts through adulthood. You are reluctant to let anyone get close, because you don’t want to be made a fool of if they end up cheating on you. You make a name for yourself in the art world, and decide that your lack of romantic companionship won’t stop you from carrying on the family name, and you decide to adopt a child (or have a science baby). Their purity and innocence inspires you to be better, and you strive to be the best parent you can be.

World: Any base game world

Traits: Hot-Headed, Creative, Noncommittal

Reward Traits: Creative Visionary

Career: N/A, make money by selling paintings and photographs

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Skills: Painting, Photography

Lot Traits: Child’s Play

Tasks:

Complete the creativity aspiration as a child.

As a teen, have a ‘photo wall’ in your bedroom. Take one photo every day in a different location for a week, and display the photos in your room.

Have a negative relationship with your parent after you catch them cheating.

Max the painting and photography skills.

Never marry or enter a serious relationship. Casual relationships are okay.

Adopt a child or have a science baby.

Repair the relationship with your parent when they are an elder.

After obtaining your child, purchase a re-traiting potion from the rewards store and swap hot-headed for a different trait.

Your child must obtain the Top Notch Infant and Top Notch Toddler traits.

Go to the museum to paint once a week.

Generation 6: Space Explorer

Your parent was a dreamer with their head in the clouds, but you’ve always been a bit more grounded. Fascinated by space, your goal is to one day actually reach the stars and see what’s out there. Spending all your time on another planet is detrimental to some of your relationships, and you’re faced with a tough decision. You can’t bear the thought of missing out on regular space missions, but you don’t want to lose everyone you care about either. Can you find a healthy medium, or will you be forced to sacrifice one dream for another?

World: Any base game world

Traits: Bookworm, Perfectionist, Genius

Reward Traits: Independent

Career: Astronaut

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Skills: Logic, Rocket Science

Lot Traits: Science Lair

Tasks:

As a child, have a telescope and use it at least 3 nights a week.

As a child, complete the Mental aspiration.

As a child, make a best friend. As a teenager, have a falling out with them.

Make amends with your childhood friend as a young adult.

Complete the Space Prints collection.

WooHoo in a rocket ship.

Max the Logic and Rocket Science skills.

Grind to max logic and rocket science, and take as many space missions as possible. While you are in the middle of this grind, your spouse must have an affair. It is up to you whether you forgive them and promise to spend more time with them, or end the relationship and throw yourself even further into rocket science/space missions.

Have at least 2 children.

Reach the top level of the Astronaut career.

Generation 7: All About Food

Your childhood definitely had some rough patches in regards to your parents’ relationship, but you never let that get you down. Some people may think of you as overly positive, but you can’t help it if things just don’t bother you the way they bother other people. You loved cooking for your family as a child, and decide that your dream is to work with food forever. Your parents warned you that monetizing your hobby would make you hate it, but you enter the culinary career and never regret it. You consider yourself extremely blessed, and though you’re a little more accident-prone than most and may accidentally start a fire or two, you wouldn’t have your life any other way.

World: Any base game world.

Traits: Foodie, Cheerful, Clumsy

Reward Traits: Frugal

Career: Culinary

Aspiration: Master Chef

Skills: Cooking, Gourmet Cooking

Lot Traits: Homey

Tasks:

As a child/teen, cook with or for your parents as often as possible.

Introduce yourself to your neighbors with a gift of a home-cooked meal.

As an adult, cook all the meals for your family. You can invite family members to cook with you.

Reach the top of the Culinary career (Chef branch).

Max the cooking and gourmet cooking skills.

Have a Fire Prevention System Utility Panel in your home, near the kitchen.

Make the kitchen the star of your home. Go all out with appliances and features.

Throw at least 3 parties that center around cooking. (Get creative – have a regular dinner party, host a cookout…)

Bake a cake and your child’s favorite meal for each of their birthdays. (You’ll have to use your imagination for their favorite meal).

Cook the High Energy Protein Plate (Energized Emotion), Silly Gummy Bear Pancakes (Playful Emotion), Flirty Heart Cookies (Flirty Emotion), and Angry Flaming Spaghetti (Angry Emotion).

Generation 8: Lost in Cyberspace

Growing up, you always loved hearing the stories of your grandparent’s adventures in space. Leaving the planet sounds like a little too much adventure for you, but you’re totally cool with having those expeditions in the safety of video games and books. For a while, your parents are concerned with the amount of time you spend on your computer, but when your hobby starts bringing in extra income, they realize that the internet is the future. You can code anything, hack anything, and beat any level of any video game, and you can’t believe that you actually get to make a living doing what you love. Your spouse is as nerdy as you are, and the two of you know that you can conquer the (virtual) world as long as you’re together.

World: Any base game world

Traits: Geek, Glutton, Goofball

Reward Traits: Night Owl

Career: Tech Guru

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Skills: Programming, Video Gaming

Lot Traits: Fast Internet

Tasks:

As a child, max the mental and motor skills.

As a teen, reach at least level 4 in the programming skill. Make at least 3 plugins, and hack something 4 times.

Complete the MySims collection, and display one of each in your home. You can sell the extras.

Have a spouse with the Geek trait.

Name your children based off a “geeky” theme (video game lore, movie lore, space-themed, etc.).

Make at least 2 computer games.

Compete in at least 3 Professional Gaming Tournaments.

Have a game room in your home.

Have a weekly game night with your family.

Reach the top of the Tech Guru career (either branch).

Complete the Computer Whiz aspiration.

Generation 9: 007

You always enjoyed playing video games with your parents, and your favorites were the ones where you got to play as a secret agent. As you get older, you’re not as into the video games, but you still desperately want to live the life of a secret agent, full James Bond style. You’re a little prone to materialism, so you try to stay centered by getting outdoors as often as possible.

World: Any base game world.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Art Lover, Materialistic

Reward Traits: Antiseptic

Career: Secret Agent

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

Skills: Charisma, Logic

Lot Traits: Private Dwelling

Tasks:

As a child, complete the Motor aspiration.

Get outdoors at least twice a week. You can do anything you want, but you must remain outside for at least 3 hours at a time.

Complete the Mansion Baron aspiration.

Reach the top level of the Secret Agent Career, Diamond Agent branch.

Have a secret room or basement that functions as your office.

Do not get married until you are an adult. You can have a child whenever you want.

Have an outdoor wedding.

Have at least 2 enemies.

Have at least a ‘Good Friends’ relationship with your grandparent and parents.

Have all the latest tech – your TV is the nicest available, your fridge is the most expensive, etc.

Have an ‘extra’ room in your house (examples: gym, library, sauna, home theater…).

Your spouse must max Handiness and discover the Forgotten Grotto in Oasis Springs. Go fishing at the pond there with your spouse.

Optional: Complete the Serial Romantic aspiration in addition to Mansion Baron.

Generation 10: The Archivist

As a class project, you were tasked with recording your family’s genealogy. The more you discovered, the more fascinated you became. You feel like the world needs to hear their stories, and you decide that you’ll be the one to share them. When you’re not out in the garden, you can be found holed up at your desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as you document your family history. Your spouse thinks you’re a little obsessed, but they love that about you anyway. You dream of living a life that measures up to your predecessors, and can only hope that one day someone will write about you in the same way.

World: Any base game world

Traits: Romantic, Lazy, Erratic

Reward Traits: Great Kisser, Professional Slacker

Career: Writer

Aspiration: Bestselling Author, Soulmate

Skills: Writing, Gardening

Lot Traits: Natural Light

Tasks:

Write a book for each previous generation. The name of the book must be related to the generation.

Have at least a ‘Good Friends’ relationship with all of your living relatives.

Host a successful family reunion. (This event is only available with the Growing Together expansion. You can get creative with an event like a Dinner or House party, just invite as many relatives as possible).

Reach the top level of the Writer career, either branch.

Complete the Bestselling Author and Soulmate aspirations. You can work on these concurrently.

Have a garden with at least 10 different plants.

Have a cowplant.

Bonus: Become a PlantSim.

[albertelaursen]

the harry potter sims 4 legacy challenge <3

If Hogwarts has ever said something to you or ever caught your interest, then I guess you might be at the right place :)

To my fellow Harry Potter fans <3 here's something I've got for you. Now let's get on with it, shall we?

General Rules:

Aging & Lifespan: Use normal lifespan or long lifespan. Short is not recommended.

Money: No use of money cheats. Earn your wealth through careers, skills, and other in-game means. Start with 1.000 simoloeons and work your way up. If you want to make it more difficult start out with 0 simoloeons.

Magic: Given the base game's limitations, use your imagination to simulate magical achievements (e.g., a Sim mastering the Logic skill could be seen as mastering potions or spells).

Legacy Home: Choose a lot to serve as Hogwarts, where all generations will live. You cannot move lots, but you can expand and renovate as your family grows and wealth accumulates.

Succession: The heir of each generation can be male or female, chosen based on the fulfillment of their generational goals.

Gen 1: The Founder (Godric Gryffindor):

Bravery has your name on it. Like I mean written all-over it. You always wanted to show it off. But will you be able to show it off? Or will something get in the way to take you down?

Aspiration: Bodybuilder (to represent bravery and strength)

Traits: Active, Good, Ambitious

Goals: Start of as a teenager, reach level 10 in Fitness, build a "common room" in your home, achieve the top of the Athlete career, and have at least 3 children.

Gen 2: The Scholar (Rowena Ravenclaw):

Your always loved books. Books has always been your safe space. If something happened at home you would just open a book, and zone out, for how long? I'm not that sure. Probrably long enough I guess.

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Traits: Genius, Bookworm, Creative

Goals: Master the Logic and Writing skills, write and publish 5 books, own a library filled with at least 100 books in your home, and have at least 3 adopted children.

Gen 3:The Loyal (Helga Hufflepuff):

You're the loyal friend everyone's looked for. I mean literally everyone. Anybody could use somebody like YOU!

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Traits: Cheerful, Good, Outgoing

Goals: Befriend 20 Sims, achieve level 10 in the Cooking skill, and throw a grand feast for your friends, and have 5 children.

Gen 4: The Cunning (Salazar Slytherin):

Who said enemy? Well, no one has said it. It just your the enemy. Everybody fears you. Yeah, YOU!

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Traits: Ambitious, Self-Assured, Mean

Goals: Reach the top of the Criminal career, achieve level 10 in Mischief, and have a basement dedicated to your "dark arts" (use creative decoration to represent this), and have 1 child and make their childhood a living hell - if the child dies before they are young adult, then you have to adopt a child if it's too late to make one :)

Gen 5: The Chosen One (Harry Potter):

Your the chosen one, as in the one Voldemort is after. Will you be able to take him down? Or would it be the other way around?

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief (representing his role as a leader against Voldemort)

Traits: Genius, Loner, Art lover

Goals: Form a "Dumbledore's Army" club with at least 6 members (do this imaginary), master Handiness (to represent his knack for getting out of tricky situations), defeat a "dark lord" by achieving level 10 in the Logic skill (chess matches against a designated rival Sim), and have 1 enemy as in Lord Voldemort, and have at least 2 children.

Gen 6:The Bright Witch (Hermione Granger):

Your always been on top of your game. Means you go back in time to go to class, because you missed it somehow. But you always find a way to get back up again. And catch up. With all the homework and stuff.

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Traits: Genius, Neat, Perfectionist

Goals: Master 3 skills of your choice (to represent her broad knowledge), achieve top grades in school, lead a successful protest against an injustice in your community, and have at least 4 children.

Gen 7: The Loyal Friend (Ron Weasley):

Your there then someone needs you. You are always there. Like for real always. Would it be to much to handle? To look after everybody?

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante

Traits: Good, Clumsy, Loves the Outdoors

Goals: Master the Comedy skill, have a large family (at least 5 children), and find and marry your childhood sweetheart.

Gen 8: The Protector (Sirius Black):

Azkaban has been your place, where your lived for as long as you remember. And you can't say that it's been fun. It hasn't. It's been an awful place to be. But someday, just someday you decide to escape and then you would be on the run again. How many times should you be on the run? Would you be able to escape succesfully? Or would it just be a fail all-over again?

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief (twisted to represent his mischievous nature and ability to evade capture)

Traits: Good, Hot-Headed, Genius

Goals: Escape a "prison" (lock yourself in a room for a week simulating Azkaban, then break out), live as a "dog" (Pet Lover lifestyle "like imagine it") for a period, prove your innocence by achieving high friendship with all household members, and have 4 children.

Gen 9: The Teacher (Albus Dumbledore):

Your always wanted to teach everybody all off your knowlegde. Would you be able to do that? Or would something get in the way?

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim (representing his wide range of knowledge and skills)

Traits: Genius, Good, Creative

Goals: Reach the top of the Education career (use your imagination for base game careers that could fit), mentor children in 3 different skills, have a significant artifact collection (minerals, elements, or fossils), and have 3 enemies & 3 children.

Gen 10: The Healer (Madam Pomfrey):

If you could heal everybody you would. If it was that easy to heal somebody. But it isn't, it's harder than it seems. Would you be able to heal your friends? Or would everything just turn out to be wrong?

Aspiration: The Curator (to represent her collection of cures and remedies)

Traits: Good, Neat, Genius

Goals: Achieve level 10 in the Gardening skill (to grow plants for potions and remedies), master the Cooking skill (to make food that heals), and "heal" 20 different Sims (make 20 friends by imagining you're healing them from various conditions).

[fallin4fiction]

Struck By Love Gen 3: So Many Surprises and the Watcher is Mildly Overwhelmed

Dhavani went on a date with Jayce at the gym for Love say. She had to tell him about their nooboo.

Unfortunately, he didn’t take the news well. Luckily Dhavani has a good support system in her family.

A shock came to the Daw-Meeks household when everyone found out that Kirk has died from a Broken Heart! Was it because his family didn’t have time to visit him, or did some other sim break his heart? The girls honor his memory at prom by taking a sad selfie…and then a happy one to go on the family wall.

The girls properly meet their cousin Sonia-Nadine at the Prom after-party. Interesting how she decided to moon bathe in her prom dress. Maybe she’s trying to forget the fact that her parents broke up because The Watcher took too long to get them married.

Denise tries to land some ground work for the next Gen by getting Sonia and Dane Benali together. Time will tell if she was successful.

Darshil and Otto threw a Baby shower for Dhavani and during the party, Dhavani went into labor!

Welcome, Junpier Chen-Daw!

Darshil now has another kid in his household to help with his parenting skills! (He’s currently parenting level 7)

Otto immeaditly throws himself into the role of cringey uncle.

Darshil is still climbing to ranks of his career, but it’s a constant balancing act of maintaining his marriage and developing his other skills.

Darshil finally reached level 10 cooking and completed the Master Chef aspiration, so he celebrates by making a nice tiered cake for Denise’s YA birthday. One skill down, two more and a top level of a career to go.

[myshunodolls]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 not so berry | gen. 1 -> meet thea berri

meet thea berri, the founder of my 2nd attempt at the not so berry legacy challenge <3 i'm mixing up lilsimsie and alwaysimming's original challenge with sweetlysimss' updated version !!! check my goals + more about thea below, hehe <3

(al)thea berri | young adult | materialistic, genius, vegetarian, vain, jealous

gen. goals + rules

you’re a mischievous scientist that really loves the color mint, you’re career driven but still make time for silly pranks and outings with your closest friends, you love luxury and want the best for yourself and your family, but you can quickly turn sour and hold a grudge

Goals: Master the Scientist career, master the Nerd Brain & the Chief of Mischief aspirations, master logic and mischief skills, complete the elements collection, assign a voodoo doll to at least one sim, find your spouse through an hate -> love relationship, invent all inventions, use the electroflux wormhole generator to travel to sixam, invent all serums, master the rocket science skill and build a rocket and use it to travel to sixam

+ thea's backstory

Many moons ago, one of Sixam National Laboratories' pollination technicians was looking for a suitable Sim to experiment with when they found Theodore Berri; it was a night of full moon, and he was charting the constellations in the sky, looking for one he hadn't found yet.

He didn't feel his body levitate toward the small spacecraft controlled by his abducter, didn't even flinch at all the tests and experiments they put him through all night. In his alien-induced haze, everything felt like a dream, even though he was very much awake.

The morning came, and Theodore woke up in his bed, but it was still made; he scratched his chin, feeling his stuble against his fingertips, thinking about how real his dream had felt - and how tired he must have been to fall asleep without changing his clothes or getting into the bed.

Just then, Theo felt a strange feeling in his stomach - something like a kick? But surely, it couldn't have been... Unless? He knew it was a possibility, how could he not after all the years he spent researching Sixam and its inhabitants?

Time seemed to fly by and sooner rather than later, Theodore Berri held a baby girl in his arms. He knew he could give her back to Sixam, he knew that he probably should, but he didn't have the heart to do so. No, not when his beautiful Althea looked so precious, so normal, as he held her.

And yet, he couldn't keep her for long. When she turned five years old, the same spacecraft appeared in the sky, silent as ever - but this time, it was the little girl who was taken.

In Sixam, the girl was told her father had given her up - that he realised that, after all, it was not right for a human to raise one such as her. Thea refused that - she knew her father would never leave her side, not if he could choose not to. This was an inconvinience - and an easy one to resolve, at that.

The very next day, all of Althea Berri's memories were of Sixam; of being nursed by a figure in a lab coat, of playing with other children her age in a stark white room, of eating only what could be unearthed from Sixam's soil. But those children, despite her age, didn't look like her. For a hybrid, she looked a whole lot more like a human.

On her 18th birthday, Thea was brought to a room, stark white like all the others, at the top floor of the facility where she lived her entire life. Well, where she thought she had lived he entire life.

Her superior told her then that she would be dismissed from Sixam. She had reached maturity, and yet she had never morphed into her alien form. She was a failed experiment, her superior said. She was, for all intents and purposes, a human. The only thing that set her apart from a common human was that she was hauntingly beautiful, unnaturally so, and that her hair was as pure white as the facility's walls and floors. Every inch of her was perfect, like she had been designed and engineered for months, even years, so much so that it gave anyone a headache to lay their eyes upon her for too long. And, for that reason, she was of no use to Sixam.

As quickly as they whisked Thea from the planet that watched her scream to life, they gave her back - alone, with no memories of that place she had been taught to fear.

[purplepxls]

Gen 18: Discover University (Part 1)

This is the current generation, and from now on, I'll be posting the gameplay. (Here or on the TS4 blog, I don't know yet).

But let me tell you, I still don't quite get this expansion. It's confusing! I still don't quite understand how the credits work, the terms. And it's awful that if you live in a student housing, you simply don't have a kitchen or dining hall like in other generations of the game. It's just terrible!

So, here are the rules for this gen: "Why be good, when you can be bad. You enjoy spending time with your friend (singular), and make fun of other students, as you study to become a judge to bend the law to your will.

aspiration: academic traits: evil, jealous, bro career: law

live in Britechester and join UBrite

complete the academic aspiration

master the research & debate skill

join the secret society and the debate club

move to a different world once you graduate

reach the top of the law career

have a best friend and 2 enemies"

And I must say, we're already doing well on the mission to have 2 enemies. Yesterday, my sim's girlfriend invited her out on a date on San Myshuno Sushi, and what did she do? She broke up with the girl. The wish popped up, what could I do, right? Poor Angela Pleasant.

[akitasimblr]

hello Ana, a random challenge for you. because your legacy is so expansive, how would you rank each generation? in terms of enjoyment, how memorable it was, etc.

awww this is so kind of you! and such an interesting ask! this will be a very long post, i fear 😊

i've completed the eleven generations of the life for something legacy challenge. and yes, i loved some generations more than others - not so much for the generational goals themselves (because they are pretty well drafted and very cohesive) - but the side-story for each character played an important role to the level of attachment and enjoyment of the game!

it's going to be loooong 🤓

Zelda Harper - GEN5 - my favourite because of the side story, because of the generational goals, because of how relatable she felt to me and because it was during this gen that i started learning how to edit pictures!

Leonardo Harper - GEN7 - memorable because of how crazy this gameplay was! i derived a lot from the genrational objectives, but it was worth it! also loved the engagement and how other simblrs knew who leo was <33 thank you!!

Maria Harper - GEN11 - she hasn't appear yet but let me just say, her life was as crazy as leo's!! i decided to approach this generation following @ rebouks gameplay, which means i didn't focus so much on legacy goals and just captured the funny, fluffy and ridiculous moments while playing. i am eager to start posting this gen.

Ulysses Harper - GEN4 - because i loved the goals for his gen and i loved the traits of this gen too (ulysses is like a me-version). and also the idea of sending him to live alone on an island with a bunch of dogs was adorable. this gen allowed me to play in a very serene and fulfilling manner.

Theresa Harper - GEN1 - my founder! excelent generation goals and traits and loads of fun. i had never played a sim challenge before and theresa shall always be in my heart. she is also the responsible for my decision to hve all harpers immortal, simply because i couldn't imagine a game without theresa around <3

Virginia Harper - GEN6 - my favourite sim toddler EVER. i didn't enjoy her adult and elder life that much, i would have played it very differently if it was today. but her young adult days were chaotic in the partihaus!! other aspect i had never played with before - the clubs. but i loved it.

Heathcliff Harper - GEN9 - he is still being published, i know. but heathcliff life is very interesting! he recovers a bit of leo's adventures but it all turns around vampires - an occult i had never played before. and i really enjoyed it. loved forgotten hollow too.

Paris Harper - GEN8 - my sweet and silly paris doesn't get a top position mostly because after leo it would be diffcult to be THAT interesting! but sulani is marvellous and i really needed a vacation world after chaotic leo. however, paris elder days were... meh - i still haven't made peace with komorebi (it's a beautiful world, but i get bored too easily).

Ruth Harper - GEN2 - i loved child ruth soooo much now that i think of it! and this generation goals were amazing! i just had too much trouble in the beginning... i blame the mods i installed. i had planned a lot of things and then it all went poof! because she had a miscarriage. it made me so sad... that's probably why she's in this position, to be honest. also, i never got very fond of her looks...

Isaura Harper - GEN3 - isaura had such an interesting life it's almost unfair to be in this position. but the truth is that scientist career is soooooooo boring to me. and newcrest... i don't know, it was a gameplay that didn't sparkle!

Marcello Harper - GEN10 - my poor marcello... you haven't met him yet. he's such an handsome boy! but it's not his fault... the problem with this generation are: strangerville and evergreen harbor. i don't like these worlds and i was not imaginative enough to make the gameplay more interesting to me. i hope i can change it once i start editing pictures to publish!

honorable mentions to my new challenge founders -- grace harper and katherine harper, because alongside with charlie harper and wanda harper, they are my favourite spares and they totally deserve a chance to shine!

[yakumtsaki]

-S̷O̴ Y̷O̷U̴'̴R̵E R̷E̶A̵L̵L̴Y K̷N̴O̵C̴K̸E̵D U̵P A̷G̵A̸I̴N🧟 -I most certainly am! -A̵N̸D W̴H̵O̷'̶S G̸O̵N̵N̸A T̵A̵K̷E C̷A̶R̵E O̷F T̶H̸I̴S̸ O̸N̷E🧟 -Aw Sandy, I think you already know the answer to that question!

-I H̸A̴T̵E M̶Y "L̵I̶F̷E̵"🧟

Don’t worry Sands, I have just the thing to cheer you up-

-a new zombie friend! iVan hates Aiden so much he wasn’t satisfied with him dying horribly, so welcome back, Aiden!

-𝚈𝙴𝚂, 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝚄𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝙷𝙰 𝙷𝙰.

-Y̴O̵U R̵O̸B̸O̶T B̷A̶S̶T̶A̷R̴D, I̶’̵L̴L K̷I̸L̴L Y̵O̵U🧟

-I̴'̵L̴L K̵I̵L̴L Y̵O̷U T̷O̶O̴, M̴E̸T̶A̶L̷L̴I̵C A̴S̶S̶H̸O̷L̴E🧟‍♀️ -G̴E̴T H̷I̶M, S̸A̵N̴D̵Y🧟 -𝚁𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝙿𝚂, 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙼𝙴. -R̷I̷P H̷I̵S C̴O̷R̸D O̵F̴F🧟 -𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁. 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁.

So it turns out Aiden is a romance sim, just like our girl, perfect match! Go on, Aiden, charm her!

-W̸A̸A̷A̶A̵H I HA̶T̶E B̴E̶I̴N̴G̸ ̵A Z̷O̶M̶B̸IE🧟 -W̵A̶A̴A̴A̶H ̸M̴E T̴O̶O̴🧟‍♀️

Ok Aiden, not what we were going for, buddy..

-M̷A̷Y̴B̶E W̶E C̸A̶N B̵E S̶A̷D Z̷O̸M̴B̶I̵E̸S..T̵O̸G̵E̷T̵H̸E̶R?🧟 -M̸A̵Y̷B̵E W̸E̸ C̷A̵N̴!🧟‍♀️

Awww he finally got his first kiss🧟💙🧟‍♀️

Boy did ACR get to work, I didn’t even have time to take off Sandy’s skilling helmet but whatever, I ship this, it’s so cute! 

CYNESWITH WTF

-How dare you sleep with someone else after I banged you once and then refused to kiss you 11 times, huhu?!?!?!🌸

Wow Cyn if I was you I’d be more upset about all the corpse bodily fluids on my bed.

-That’s it, I’m taking over Felina’s upbringing! I can’t have that dead slut anywhere near my grandchild! Why is she stinky?💗

She needs a diaper change, Cyn.

-Oh wow nevermind🌸

Sophito fulfills his second LTW, topping the architecture caree aka the most useless job in this neighborhood since we literally have no buildings. Amazing choice, Soph!

-Congrats bro, we’re the most successful people ever! -And the best at avoiding interaction with our children!  -Tell me about it, Spice literally thinks Wilfred is his dad! -Felina is about to become a toddler and I’ve never been in the same room as her!

I HATE YOU BOTH

And iVan tops the medical career, where I can only assume he worked as an eye laser. Congrats iVan, now that you’re permaplat it’s time to quit and go back to your actual job of being our butler because I don’t know how we’re gonna keep two kids alive otherwise.

-𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁. 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁.

Nice try, get your ass to work.

Awww, very Iron Giant!

-Goo goo? -𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 𝚄𝙿.

Kitana gives birth to 3 beautiful Mortal Kombat kittens who I name Shinok, Sindel, and Shao-

-and all 3 of them have this completely deranged personality!

And Servilia gives birth to 3 puppies right after, who I name Valentino, Valeria, and Veronica and are thankfully not criminally insane. Welcome, babies!

It’s a nice calm night with a lot of elderly attic slow dancing and then I have.. an “””amazing””” idea. So because the lag was unreal with the new pets and I’m starting to feel unironically bad for Sandy, I decided now that she has found love it would be fun to get her and Aiden married and move them into the creepy Tricou house! Sounds good on paper, right? Right??

So I move them into the Tricou house and then I’m like man you know what would be even more fun?? Resurrecting the Tricous and making them vamps and then all the supernaturals can live in the big creepy house together! So I was googling how to resurrect them because I hadn’t done it in ages, and then I realize Don is literally a faux Tricou as one of Jon Smith’s lovechildren! So I’m like great, this is gonna be super easy!

So Sandy and Aiden are in the Tricou house, I move the graves that were in the cemetery to the house, I invite Don over and make him temporarily selectable, and he resurrects Jon! Then I send Don on his way back to our house and the rest of the Tricous resurrect each other and become vamps and I’m like great, we’re done here! So I return to our house where it’s time for Felina’s birthday-

-AND SEE THIS. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE

-You invited us🧛

I ABSOLUTELY DIDN’T

OH MY GOD FML

Because the lot wasn’t about-to-crash enough, it’s at this exact moment that Jojo and iVan decide to turn into werewolves.. 

..AND LIZ DECIDES TO GIVE BIRTH. ARE YOU KIDDING ME PEOPLE

It’s another ginger (HOW??) and this one’s a boy and his name is Bartholomew, but let me tell you this was the most overshadowed birth of all time, it’s a miracle I managed to take this pic. Welcome Bartholomew, sorry for your name but it was the only one I could think of in my panic!

Also completely overshadowed: Felina’s birthday because I was evicting the Tricous as it was happening. But here she is, she’s so cute! 

-Say hi to grandma, Felina!💗

Cyn ENOUGH.

And here’s Felina’s personality, it’s actually pretty ok for our standards?? Good job, baby!

It’s a new day after the Tricou hordes have been repelled and it’s time to play ‘how many members of this household will interact with the kids before their parents do’. I mean even Don is stepping up, this is EMBARRASSING.

-It’s ok Bartholomew, grandpa Don is here for you!🖤

OH GOD NOT YOU TOO