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[ffullstopsims1]

Steamy Slats(TS4 to TS1)

I converted them because I tried to demake my house from TS4 to TS1.

Download link: Dropbox Simfileshare

[pronounced-like-the-drink]

season 1: I'm Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of Magnus Institute, London. My professional opinion is that this is all horseshit and everyone that isn't me needs psychiatric help. Statement ends.

season 2: Supplemental: God lives inside the printer and he keeps telling me my assistants are murderers. I am inclined to believe him based on the fact that Martin told to have a nice day. Innately suspicious behavior.

season 3: My only friends are my ex-girlfriend, her cat, and the many scars I've gotten from various monsters and fear cultists.

season 4: You know, just being socially adept would solve a lot of my problems. Unfortunately, I was traumatized so thoroughly by age eight that I learned the best way to make friends is to blink at them slowly until they get the idea. This does not work when your evil patron god uses eyeballs to devour fear.

season 5: Either Jonah Magnus tells us where he took all the good cows, or my boyfriend and I bash his head in with a lead crowbar. It's his choice.

[polarmoon]

🎁 even though winterfest wasn't perfect, at least it ended on a comforting note. thankfully there's still some family in chestnut ridge that josie and percy can rely on. <3

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 14.2 - Dating for Weirdos, Take #2

“So fairies are real,” Alice says, peering over a giant stack of pancakes.

“I am not a fairy,” Akira corrects, eyeing her plate. Is she really gonna eat all that? “Fairies are assholes.”

“But you listed a bunch of creatures that are all fae and fairies were on the list,” she points out. “So they are real.”

"Okay," Akira replies slowly, tugging at the frayed edges of his patience, "Yeah, fairies are real. You don’t have a different question?"

"I do."

"Great. Then—"

"But you said I can’t talk about Ghost Trackers, even though I love that show and I think ghosts are cool because, according to you, ghosts are also assholes."

Ghosts were assholes. But also, Alice was a curious little danger magnet and her interest in the supernatural world's most unpredictable group was giving him heart palpitations.

“Akira thinks everyone is an asshole,” Vlad adds as he signals the waitress for more plates. He divides up the pancakes between him and Alice, taking extra care to make sure she has the most syrup.

Suspiciously, there is no plate for Akira.

“I meant questions about this.” Akira gestures at the three of them. "You know, the three of us being in a relationship. Maybe one where we all get pancakes?"

Alice leans forward, elbow on the table, propping up her chin. “Pitch it to me again.”

AGAIN?

Akira can feel his eye twitching. He prefers this to Alice being scared. He understands that giving him a hard time is part of making her feel safe, but really, hasn't this gone on long enough? With a scoff, he reaches for her plate, intending to take a bite, when Alice gives him a look that would freeze water.

He scowls. "I can't have one fucking pancake?"

"No!" she exclaims. "I barely have enough pancakes for myself and Vlad, and we need all of them so that we can hear everything you're saying to us about this situation."

It was an unhinged response.

Akira covers his face with his hands and smothers a groan. "Alright. What part do you want me to explain again?" he bites out slowly.

Alice doesn't miss a beat. "All of it."

After explaining the entire scope of the supernatural world for a second time, Akira is sure he is off the hook. He's wrong, of course, because he underestimated them. Akira wanted brats; he expected brats, and what he got was a demonic tag team.

Alice invites him and Vlad back to her dorm, where she spends exactly twenty-five minutes seated on Vlad’s lap while he asks increasingly circular questions about elves and their bargains. Akira finds himself torn between being horny over the wordplay and the way the two of them are flirting with each other and being annoyed at having to answer more non-relationship questions.

After declaring that Akira has failed to give a single correct answer, Vlad announces that he’s going to read a book. Delusion makes Akira hopeful that he can get things back on track. He gets comfortable with Alice on the floor. They chat, and just when she seems relaxed enough for him to broach the topic of a relationship again, Vlad interrupts.

“Not to throw a wrench into this conversation,” he says, clearly thrilled to be doing just that, “But Magpie, didn't you want to ask Akira about something he said to you when you first met?”

Dread gathers in the pit of Akira’s stomach. Please don't let this be about his promise to watch that stupid tv show.

“Oh, yeah!” Alice frowns. “You made me a promise. You said you’d watch a season of 7 Wild Dates with me, but you didn’t watch it.”

It's not a question. The amount of willpower it takes stop himself from pointing that out is agonizing. So is the disappointment on Alice's face, which Akira quickly realizes he can’t fucking stand and will do anything to stop from happening. “Whoa, I didn’t break my promise,” he replies soothingly. “I just didn’t watch the show yet.”

“The barest of technicalities,” Vlad hums from his spot perched on Alice’s ottoman. He turns another page of the book he almost certainly not reading. 

“But don’t you have to keep your promises?” Alice asks. “Because it's a bargain, so like, I’m getting magic tendrils from you as payment until you fulfill it.” 

Akira tries to ignore the urge he has to explain in excruciating detail how the mechanics of a magical bargain are definitely not—gods help him—“magic tendrils.”

��Let’s not call it that for a second, okay?” He buries a grimace. “I didn’t break my promise. I’ve just been holding onto it because it feels good to owe you something.”

“Oh!” Vlad tosses the book behind him and rests his chin on his hand in a perfect caricature of thoughtful innocence. “So it’s masturbation.” 

“IT IS?” Alice gasps

"Hold on," Akira stumbles to his feet on instinct. It's a mistake because it shows fear and the two of them immediately sense it. In seconds, they're on their feet too, and they smell blood in the water. 

“You’re masturbating to promising me something?” Alice looks half-intrigued. “Wait, like every night or…”

“No,” Akira says firmly, even though the answer, by the barest of technicalities, is obviously yes. “Get that out of your head.”

“So no, you’ve never jerked off and thought about me?” She twists around and steeples her fingers, dark delight dancing across her face. “Or no, you don’t want me to think about you jerking off when you think about me?”

Behind her, Vlad grins. “Yes, Akira, which one is it?”

“Do fairies have wings?” she wonders.

“We are not doing this,” Akira growls, “I am not a—”

“Fairy. I know. Do they jerk off?”

“I was wondering the same thing," Vlad adds, "Akira, what are the masturbatory habits of small winged creatures?”

If Akira's eye twitched any harder, it would leap out of its socket. “Fairies are not small. A small winged creature is a sprite, which I know you know because you made me explain it ten fucking times. Is this a joke? Are you two trying to drive me crazy?” 

“No,” Alice blinks politely. “I'm just trying to collect important information. Like, will sprites masturbate to making a bargain with me or does size matter?”

“Alright, that is enough,” Akira snaps. “You two have had your fun, but now that fun is over. We are not stalling and we are not having anymore distractions.” 

"I'm not stalling!" Alice yelps.

“You are," Akira replies, "And your little partner in crime is assisting you because he's a demon who thrives on chaos. I know you are freaked out about this entire situation because you are a hustler who protects your heart with the fierceness of godsdamned dragon.” He gives her a warning look. "But I am not put off by dragons. I will fight any number of them if it proves to you my devotion. So no more questions about what sprites do with their genitals and tell me straight up: yes or no to this relationship?"

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[silentgrim]

preparing to serve law and master cunt!

[katatty]

The Orange Octopus, named for Margery's favourite colour and heritage as a fisherman's daughter. It's rather simple, but there's room upstairs to expand if the business does well.

(I also had almost no good/functional cc for bars and ended up having to use the expensive-as-fuck maxis one, haha. I'll have to hunt for something better.)

[edmunderson]

sims is a good outlet for my need to redecorate. i hate plain white/gray/beige aesthetics. if u couldn't tell lol

[matchalovertrait]

After a little remodel, Postres de Alegría is ready for a grand reopening ♡

Note: Again, this is a shell of Flubs79's Tartosa Bakery! (TSR)

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[fizzytoo]

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[averlym]

lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt (but i make these high heels work)

[ffullstopsims1]

Vaiyon Slacks(TS4 to TS1)

I converted them because I tried to demake my house from TS4 to TS1.

Download link: Dropbox Simfileshare

[pikselis]

My tester sims in uni ~

[polarmoon]

★ pictured: benji fitch (21, hot-headed trait), pouting like a baby because he's mad that i went on hiatus after only posting his save for a week

for anyone new, check out what benji's been up to here!

posts will resume tomorrow ^^

[sirnlish]

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[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[chippedmoon]

EA, you have made an enemy out of me once again. Wdym the sims 1 & 2 rerelease is only for windows users? Babes, I was prepared to spend whatever to get this rerelease, but now I guess y’all hate money.