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[honeyjars-sims]

This Must Be the Place Prologue: 7

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[moodycowplant]

Archibald: 50% 🐛 cuddle bug, 50% 👹 chaos goblin — 100% 🎭 dramatic.

"Yes, I'm precious. Yes, I just knocked that over on purpose."

[simscognito]

Melody in Mermay!

[satureja13]

This is the last post on this simblr/tumblr for a while. The Boys and their mentors entered the Therapy Game 2.0 (= inZOI) I got my hands on the Creator Studio where I can already enter Build Mode and the Character Creator! The new tumblr/ZOIblr where I will post about their future adventures is -> here

Since the corrupted Therapy Game save file made them forget everything, we will start with a whole new story line!

If you won't follow us there: Thank you so much for participating!

tumblr is my safe place. And it's you who make this possible. Thank you also for your patiece. For kindly answering my weird questions and polls. I'm autistic and I'm having a very hard time acting properly and I often failed and made people mad.

And If you'll ever miss the Boys, check their -> pinned post hub with all the links to the 30 chapters with hundreds of episodes ö.ö (You can also find lots of additional facts about the Boys and their friends there. Also our other stories.)

This story alone contains 1716 posts! Not all of them full episodes though. 'Underwater Love' started end of July 2022! And went on and on for 2 Years and eight months! Unbelievable! Some of you might know I deal with ADHD and this is a huge achievement for me. And I'm still so obsessed with them ^^'

I leave this simblr with 376.310 given likes (in ~ 12 years though ^^') I don't know how many I've received for my 3886 posts, but I'm thankful for each and every one of them <3

So, I won't log in here as soon as I start inZOI. (Since it's a completely other blog and I won't log back and forth ö.ö) Which will probably be sooner than expected! I'm trying to get my hands on one of the keys that drop from 20th March on. And if I'm lucky, I can enter Create a ZOI again and build mode! (Edit: as mentioned above, I was lucky!) I'm over and over baffled again how well my timing was! I think it turned out quite well with the story and we can leave the Boys with a good feeling. There was a time when I feared they'd get sucked ingame against their will and that would have left me with a heavy heart. So them all entering of their own free will was a relief for me and I can move on. And I still have the possibility to come back anytime (= the manage to get out of the Therapy Game) Not only the Boys needed a break. I'm so utterly fed up with the Sims 4 but it was impossible for me to leave without the Boys. So I hope inZOI and maybe also Paralives will keep us busy for a while until I calmed down again ^^' I say 'hiatus' but it's also possible that I will never touch the Sims 4 again. I can't tell right now. But maybe I'll miss the goats and log in anyway hahaha

We still had a lot of fun :3

'When I first saw you, I was deep in clear blue water The sun was shining, calling me to come and see you I touched your soft skin and you jumped in with your eyes closed And a smile upon your face Você vem, você vai, você vem e cai E vem aqui pra cá porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca Que coisa louca Vem aqui pra cá porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca Ai que boca gostosa

After the rain comes sun After the sun comes rain again After the rain comes sun And after the sun comes rain again'

Smoke City - Underwater Love

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter 'Goats in Space': starts ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Piglets in Space' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29

[hannahssimblr]

It’s evening, and the steady drizzle from the afternoon has turned into a torrent. It pummels the roof of her building. Sixth floor. Pellets on slate. I take the spare key from my bag—soaked through the canvas—and my fingertips have that rubbery, dulled sensation, as if I’ve been holding them underwater.

Astrid is on her couch, watching something on her laptop. She looks up. “Oh, hi.” Blinks. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“I sent you a text.”

“My phone died.”

Kick my runners off and leave them outside her door, on the tile. My socks then, too. Sodden, tucked into them. “Is it alright? I was working in the area. I couldn’t really face cycling home like this.”

“Sure.” She gives me a startled look, taking me in. “You’re soaked.”

“Yeah.”

She gets up and goes to the bathroom, comes out with a towel—unfolded in her arms—approaching me like you would a toddler or a wet dog. “Here,” she says, and rubs it over my hair. “You must be cold.”

“Yeah, I am.” Her sleeve smells like her perfume, of rose and blackcurrant. 

“Oh. You should get in the bath. You can take your clothes off here.”

My clothes are weighty in my hands—saturated denim and jersey, dripping onto the floor. My skin beneath is slick with rain and cold. There’s an odd self-consciousness in my nakedness—a childlike thing, like the fear of being seen too closely in the school changing room.

She gathers my clothing and puts it into a plastic laundry basket. “I’ll take it to the basement.” 

I shake my head. “I can do it.”

“It’s fine. You run the bath. Put your towel on the radiator so it’s warm.”

She leaves for the laundry room, and I turn on the old taps in the bath, metal squeaking, and steaming water spluttering into the tub. Ease myself in. Ears ringing through the complete silence of her empty apartment, while Berlin pulses with life outside the tiny window. 

I submerge my entire head and live there for a minute. The low throb of my heart, my breath bubbling across my face. Thoughts swirling, the slow boil of dissatisfaction, the distance from everything and everyone. I imagine her down there in the dingy basement, my clothes spinning in the washer. Running into a neighbour, and then forgetting I’m even here. 

Head above again, to the smell of acetone in the bathroom, nail varnish remover open on the sink. I use her shampoo, then. The one that smells like she does, in its matte black bottle. 

My phone buzzes in my bag. I hear it in the living room, and my muscles tense. For some reason, I am convinced it’s Evie. Texting me, like, hey sorry I had to hang up earlier. If you’re free again now?

And if I were free, would I call her? Would it be insane to do it in the bath, with the iridescent pink of my girlfriend’s shampoo still diffusing across the surface of the water? And then, what? Speak to her naked? Tell her about the rainstorm and the loopy old woman I encountered on my shift? No. Evie would know—she’d hear it in my voice—that I’m naked. That I’ve let my guard down. She’d pick it up just from the way I breathe.

Still, I sit up in the ripples of my body and consider climbing out to answer her text. 

Then Astrid comes back. Click of the door locking behind her, and I don’t move, like stillness could cancel out the betrayal. 

She comes to the bathroom door. “That better?”

“Yeah, thanks. It’s perfect.” 

No doubt she thinks I’m being weird, bolt upright in the bath with a guilty face on me, but she comes closer, kneels on the floor by the bath and rubs her hand on the back of my neck, sending shivers up the back of my scalp. 

“I’m glad you came over.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“It felt strange, this week, being apart.”

Feel myself thaw toward her. It all hinging on her acknowledgement. “I know. Look, I shouldn’t have said that stuff to you in the gallery.”

She shakes her head. “No, but it’s okay now. I’d rather not be upset about it. I just…” She gently rakes my nails down my spine, fingertips swirling in the water. “... find it hard when you’re like that towards me.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s not even about you most of the time.”

She nods, her expression soft. Sad eyes, full lips drawn into a pout. When she’s like this, I feel so in love with her it stuns me.

“You don’t deserve it,” I whisper, and lift my hand to touch her face. Only remembering, somehow, that I’m wet when she flinches slightly in surprise. “I just worry about Steffan. Like, I worry about what he wants, and I know you know I worry, but it–”

“I wish you would trust that I know how to handle myself,” she says with that same gentleness as before. “I know how he is, and I know what he wants, but I see an opportunity—see the contacts he has, and the places I could go…” My thumb traces a streak across her cheek. “You probably had women–girls–before me that probably needed you to protect them, but I don’t need that from you. I’m not asking for it.”

“I see that.”

“I’m not weak like they are.”

I pause. Heat flares behind my ribs, but I say only: “Okay.” Take my hand away to trail the surface of the bath, and the water ripples. The others, Michelle, Alison, Evie–they weren’t weak either, but intricate. Unique examples of strong. Their own path, their individual complexities. I want to gently defend them, though she doesn’t even know it’s them she is talking about. 

She straightens up then, shakes her hair away from her face. “I think you should have something to eat. Are you hungry?”

“Mm.”

“I got pizza earlier, and I didn’t finish it. I know it’s–”

“It’s okay, I’ll have it.”

She lets me eat it in her bed, laptop playing some old British procedural show, and her head upon my shoulder. The overhead lights are off, just her antique lamp glows in the corner—soft orange light through the velvet shade. This is how forgiveness manifests. 

Later, when she’s in the bathroom brushing her teeth for bed, I go–finally–to my bag for my phone. Like the telltale heart in the inside pocket. Feel my heart thump as I pull it out, half-hoping, half-dreading a message from Dublin.

There is one, but from Jonas. Telling me he’s pickling radishes for the first time.

Hell yeah! Cool, man. 

I send back an emoji of a grin with a drop of sweat on its forehead. Relief, maybe, that it’s him I’m hearing from, and not someone else. Or a shameful pang that I’ll quickly stash beneath the warmth of Astrid’s bed. 

She comes back, climb under the duvet, loops her arms around me. Breathing softly into my neck like everything should be fixed now. I don’t want to move.

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[fitgof]

Generation One finale 😱

Aiming to start posting in June 🌼

Look out for some upcoming recaps of chapters 1-7!

Any ideas/theories/wishes? 👀 talk to me

[s4rainbows]

When the next sunset wakes the two women, Rosa is trembling with hunger, her rouse from the dead drying up her veins further. "I, you, you'll need your blood, Medea, I..." Rosa tries to fight, but Medea cuts her off.

"It's okay. I'll be okay."' Her claws wrap around her hand again, and she watches Rosa calm down. Like she always does, when Medea holds her hand.

"I can spare the blood. I want you to eat well, Rosie."

Rosa lifts her arm to, and leans in. Her bite is so careful, like she's worried it might actually hurt, but as soon as her fangs pierce Medea's skin, she loses all inhibitions.

She feeds, then pins the Nosferatu to the wall.

Medea gasps in surprise, the impact knocking the wind out of her, but she quickly adapts, and returns the hungry kiss Rosa pulls her into. She feels her fangs catch at her lip, and suddenly, Rosa's kiss tastes a lot more like blood.

Her breath hitches, when Rosa lets go of her hands, and uses them to lift her up a little - which is quite easy, considering how scrawny Medea is.

Feeding tends to make Rosa hectically affectionate like that, but Medea won't complain. What's a little tenderness while the world outside goes to hell?

She gives in, and leans into her lover's arms. A bit of respite, and forgetting. just for this moment.

[roplaythesims]

S1E3: A Seat At the Table

Okay… so y’all saw that, right? That wasn’t a modeling challenge. That was emotional roulette with a side of lip gloss. Dinner turned into therapy. Cairo forgot how to breathe. Samira said “just this once” and meant it. Tiffany cleared the room with a letter and a look. And somehow, Nia is still five moves ahead and saying nothing. We’ve officially entered the “feelings complicate the game” phase. Episode 4? Yeah… let’s just say some of them will come to eat. Others? They might just get served. #POSED continues, baby.

[Previously: Command The Frame] / [ Next: Snip, Snip... Who Dis?]

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (5/12/2025) Episode: First Steps

"Is that another satisfied customer I see?" Peppino grinned as the pair entered his office and took a seat.

Skye showed off xir bump, nodding vigorously "Thank you so much for your help. I still can't quite believe it's really happening." 

“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get used to the idea. Congratulations to you both, and of course to the other momma-to-be."

“My job is complete with the confirmation that the procedure was successful," he went on "but your work is just beginning.”

“There’s a prenatal clinic in the city can handle your check-ups and any day-to-day issues that might arise, but you should also visit the hospital for an ultrasound and some bloodwork. There's already an appointment made for you, we do that in advance for all our clients since it’s usually needed. You should head over there as soon as you leave here. Any last questions for me before you go?"

Betty and Skye glanced at each other and shook their heads.

"Thank you again" Betty finally said "Skye told me the story of the founding of your practice and let me just say I'm glad you had a hunger for "active paternity". Your invention has helped so many sims, it's truly amazing."

"That's very kind" Peppino rose to see them out "If you and that boyfriend of yours ever get to this point and he decides he has the "hunger", as you called it, look me up. I'll be happy to offer you my special friends and family discount. Now get on out of here and go see your baby!”

Skye's smile widened I can’t wait to get a look at you little one. I wonder… mommy is nervous about seeing me, but I bet she’d love to see you.

Heading towards the medical teleporter that would take them to the promenade Skye began thinking about what xe could say to bring Elyse around.

"…I know you said you needed more time, but the clinic had already booked the appointment and unless there's something wrong this is probably the only ultrasound I'll be getting since they only offer them at the hospital. I'd love for you to be here."  Skye finished in a rush please Elyse, say yes. 

"Skye I…I can't. We talked about this! The whole point of the trip was so I wouldn't have to… why are you pressuring me now? That's not fair!“

Everything's changing and you just can't see it Skye thought, cradling xir belly with xir free hand and trying not to cry. "I know what I agreed to" xe finally said “and I'm trying to be understanding. I just miss you terribly and I think if you got here, you'd feel differently.”

“Skye, You know I hate the hospital. I can’t be there, but I’ll find some way to make it up to you. I'm sorry sweetheart."

Don't be sorry, be different Skye thought, then immediately felt bad “So, I know you can’t bear to see me… but would you like a photo of the baby?"

"Of course I do! I can't wait to see our child!" Skye softened a little at the sincerity in her voice "It's just your pregnancy… thinking about that is so hard. Seeing you, doing what I’ll never be able to…” her voice cracked “I'm just not ready for that yet.”

“That’s fine." xe fibbed. “Hey, I've got to go get checked in, but I love you, OK?” Xe hung xir head in defeat as she hung up.

“Is everything OK?” Betty asked “I couldn’t help but overhear a little… I guess Elyse isn’t coming?”

“No. I know she hates this place, but I thought… well at least I hoped that she’d be willing to show up for this.” Skye sighed, thinking of the future. If she won’t even come for an ultrasound, how is she going to feel about being with me in the operating room?

“Betty? If Elyse isn’t interested in participating in the birth… would you be willing to be there? I’ve read up on the surgery; I’ll be awake the whole time. I don’t want to go through it all by myself.”

Surely Elyse won’t miss the birth of her baby! Betty thought, but she nodded “I’d be honored.”

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[disastermage]

Blood and Ashes

Prologue: On Spellcasters

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Credits:

Scene: @strangestorytellersims Sort of Victorian bookshelf, @stereo-91 gothic cc and Notre Dame items, @madebycoffee decos, @lazysimmies decos, @natalia-auditore ruins

All character skins: @remussirion

Morgyn: @wistfulpoltergeist Morgyn hair, @tzuhu corset vest 

Lynette: @simandy Muse hair, @notegain pixie ears, @sifix imperia gown, @blahberrypancake celeste earrings and necklace

[honeyjars-sims]

Part 2 1.25 What if You're Wrong?

As the night went on, everything still seemed normal between Thornton and Morgana. There was a difference, however, in Paul.

I wasn't sure if he was avoiding me necessarily, but it seemed like we'd barely spoken during the whole trip.

He spent most of the night chatting with Hollis and sipping on wine. At one point I swear I could feel his eyes on me, but still, he kept his distance. Maybe it was Jamie and Thornton he was watching.

At one point, he walked away from the dance floor. Emboldened by the glass of wine I'd had, I decided to follow him. He seemed sad. I wondered if it really did bother him coming face-to-face with two people he'd previously had feelings for.

"Hey, are you ok?" I asked, not completely prepared for whatever conversation might follow.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. And if I can't lie to you and say I'm okay when I'm not, then you can't do that to me, either."

Paul sighed. "You're right. I'm not fine." he paused. "I walked in on Jamie and Thornton having sex in the bathroom earlier."

"Jesus. I guess things aren't what they seemed. after all." My heart was still sitting in my stomach, or at least that's what it felt like. "Are you upset because you still have feelings for one of them?" I asked tentatively.

"Definitely not. That's not what's bothering me."

"Then what is it?"

"It's just not fair. Thornton has this woman who loves him, and all he can think about is someone else. He's squandering his opportunity, and meanwhile, I can't even be with the person I want to be with." He clamped up suddenly, realizing he'd said too much. I knew then that he was talking about me.

My heart began to race. I thought about my conversation with Khadija, and how I acknowledged that I needed to talk to Paul about my feelings for him. And I thought about Lexie, and how I kept chickening out of sharing my feelings to the point that she had to make the first move.

"What if you're wrong?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"John, please." He looked away. "I know you're trying to make me feel better, but you don't know what you're talking about."

"I think I do." This was it, the moment. I had to take it. I put my hand on his face and gently turned his face towards mine.

His eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

"I'm telling you that you're wrong. You do have a chance."

He put his hand on my arm. "With you? I have a chance with you?"

"Yes, that's what I'm saying. I have feelings for you, Paul."

"Are you sure?" He asked. Our faces were inches from one another's now. I could feel his breath on my mouth. "I don't want to do this unless you're sure this is what you want."

"Paul, I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I assured him.

"Me either."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

I cradled his head in my hands and pressed my lips to his. We melted into each other; it was like a weight had been lifted off of both of our shoulders the moment our lips met.

Continued on pillowfort (NSFW!)

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[moodycowplant]

🐎🐔Morning Ranch Vibes 🐔🐎

[simscognito]

Happy Mermay!

[satureja13]

A happy Lunar New Year 2025 from Outer Space!

2025 is the year of the Wood Snake 🐍🌳

Quote from CNN:

“Year 2025 will be very different. The Snake — with a strong fire element, along with some metal and earth elements — is a zodiac sign that can cause significant clashes and conflicts. We need to be mindful of accidents as we approach the Snake Year. The overall atmosphere in the world will become slightly more chaotic.”

(ö.ö')

"To resolve clashes, followers usually go to a Chinese temple and make offerings to representations of Tai Sui.

While it doesn’t harm anyone to visit such a place to inspire positive thoughts, Chow especially encourages people born in the Year of the Ox, Tiger, Snake, Monkey, Rooster and Pig to get some extra blessings this year."

Quote end.

While Vlad, Kiyoshi and Saiwa were born in the year of the Goat (2003) and have not much to fear, Jack, Ji Ho and Jeb were born in the year of the Monkey (2004) and have to be cautious! ö.ö

If you want to know what the new Lunar Year brings to you, you can check -> here

If you don't know your Chinese Zodiac Sign, find out -> here (If you are born in January or February, you might be still the sign from the past year, since the Lunar New Year does not start on January, 1st. My son, for example, was born on January, 16th 2003, but he is still a horse and not a goat since Lunar New Year 2003 started on February, 1st. So it's best to use a calculator like the one linked above and not just google the year.)

If you want to learn more about the Lunar New Year and how it's celebrated, check -> this article on CNN

Here is how the Boys celebrated the year of the Dragon 2024.

Is your sign one of those who have to be extra cautious? My sign is pig 🐷 I hope for all of you that this will be a good and healthy year!

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From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter 'Goats in Space': starts ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Piglets in Space' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29

[mannylikessims]

Oops, pay no mind to the glitch in our video feed!

The True Story of the Villareal Family returns on Wednesday July 17, and there is Definitely Nothing Ominous Brewing... 🌚

So it's the perfect time to catch up on the story here!

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[rockanniesims]

The Alphabet Alphabetacy -- Chp. 1.1: Introductions

Hello sims Tumblr, long time no simbla garba ah?

In all seriousness, I have had yet another computer catastrophe UGH and lost all my data AGAIN. After the appropriate mourning time and the fact that I only have a laptop to play on, I am yet again back on my Sims 4 schtick.

I'm also officially making the move to posting on Tumblr so here's hoping my usual format works here too *fingers crossed*

This right here is our founder and beaut extraordinaire, Alabama Alphabet

Her traits are self-assured, self-absorbed, party animal, and muser. Of course her lifetime wish is to be a world famous actress

woooOOoooOOoooo *the crowd goes mild*

In typical legacy fashion, I've moved her into this very fine empty plot of land in Del Sol Valley

and since I oh so enjoy making things harder for myself the household funds have been set to 0 simoleans

So with nothing but a dream and the clothes on her back, Alabama struck off into the simiverse, anxious to start her legacy

Her first stop was the local hangout in downtown Del Sol Valley where she was more than excited to make the acquaintance of the bartender

He was a handsome sim by the name of Marcus Flex and was taken by Alabama's self-confidence

or erm...yea I don't what to call that

Either way, they bonded over their shared love of partying and had soon struck up a budding friendship

After a while of chatting and with absolutely no simoleans for a drink, Alabama made her way over to the mic to try her hand at busking

Although even she seemed a little put off by her performance skills LOL

Before long, she did get one interested audience member

Who she then proceeded to mock ruthlessly

*snickers*

I mean no ! bad Alabama ! how will we ever get any loyal fans with this kind of behavior !

anyways, attitude issues aside...

since miss Bama was starving and a little stinky at this point, I sent her over to the local gym to try and steal some free food and a nice steamy shower

and she definitely made full use of the free amenities at the fancy gym lot

I mean hey if its good enough for the simlebs then its good enough for our girl

and it was also kindof our only choice seeing as we're not exactly raking in the sim dough ahaha

hey stop frowning at me! maybe you could make some money and we could actually afford to feed you

ayayay *eye roll* self-absorbed sims yanno ?

anyways the gym was also the perfect place to prepare for Alabama's upcoming first audition ! She spent many an hour in front of the mirror perfecting her most dramatic faces

and whiled away the hours pumping some iron because of course simlebrities have to be at their most pristine physical condition at all times

yikers 0_0 don't hurt yourself girl

sadly we don't even have a bed at the moment and Bama has earned like 10 simoleans soooooo we are also sleeping at the gym... yay us ? 

early the next morning Alabama was up and nomming on some delicious popcorn

*omnomnomnom*

and with all her needs filled to the brim she was off to her first audition 

yahooo !!

of course she nailed the gig with flying colors and immediately celebrated with a neat party trick. Ah party sims how I do love them

and later that evening, Alabama headed out to the humor and hijinks festival that'd just rolled into town. Of course she joined the pranksters team

and with a little free liquid courage she instantly set out to schmooze with all of the high falutin simlebrities

the first target of her affections being miss Penny Pizazz (I think? oops). anyways she got a sweet autograph from her

and filled with a sense of unearned confidence she proceeded to follow her new obsession around the festival, admiring her every move. And for whatever reason, Bama decided it was the perfect time to advance their friendship and tried to introduce herself

whiiiiiiiich was totally ignored....yeesh everyone avert your eyes