#sims 3 first challenge

[snowflakesoliloquy]

Tremayne got a side of spooks instead of bacon for breakfast! Alice walks away chuckling to herself. She later told us in an interview. "This is reality, reality is you need to think on your feet. Plus it was just fun, Tremayne needs to not take himself or everything for that matter so seriously."

Chelsea: We have paired with Apaloosa's humane society as an adoption event. This beautiful girl is up for adoption. They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks and nobody ever talks about teaching cats new tricks. Cats can be just as great companions as dogs and that's what we're going to show today.

You'll be attempting to teach this feline mademoiselle how to stand. And if you and her really get along, our crew is ready to make arrangements to help you adopt the cat and take her back home with you. Let's begin!

Starting off strong with Tremayne who makes short work of teaching the cat the trick.

Jamaal isn't so lucky and strikes out. In an interview later he tells us he "really doesn't like cats" and cats seem to return the sentiment Jamaal!

Margaret didn't fare much better, though she states anyone would have fared that way if they were going right after Jamaal.

Elvis succeed quickly, showing that the cat was still willing to play along after the last two interactions.

"My mom owns 3 cats and feeds a lot of the strays." Elvis tells us. "She feeds a lof of the neighborhood strays."

He offers a piece of advice to those tuning in at home.

"Make sure to get them spayed/neutered or at the very least contact your local TNR operation. As my mom always says, feeding them is great, reducing the cat overpopulation problem is even better, and getting them loving homes is the best."

After that, everyone else struck out until our final competitor in this challenge; Taylor.

The two got on like a house on fire and not only did he succeed at the treat, the cat graciously accepted being picked up by Taylor! His affinity with animals is apparent with animals both big and small!

Taylor told the crew that he would need to make arrangements back home but he's very eager to bring the cat back home. He will miss the cat as he is hopeful he will be on this show for weeks to come.

Chelsea is also hoping that Taylor's first impression won't last and that their one on one date (and the first of the season) goes well.

[simscici]

Barbie Hatton by @changingplumbob 💚

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Image transcripts (PT):

Felix: Cheguei, já escolheu?

Dakota: Estamos admirando as barraquinhas.

Juniper: Essa de música quase me fez mudar de idéia, mas aí eu teria que primeiro aprender a tocar algum instrumento.

Juniper: Eu já disse, não vou escolher do clube das líderes de torcida… Mais desengonçada que eu, só duas de mim.

Dakota: Que pena, você ficaria muuito fofa com esse uniforme. Maas se mudar de ideia, tamo aí!!

Dakota: Vamos naquele!

Juniper: Moda?

Dakota: O de moda e os da líderes de torcida são bem disputados entre as garotas da escola, sempre são os primeiros a fecharem as inscrições.

Barbie: hmm

Juniper: Ei, eu vi isso!

Barbie: Viu o que?

Juniper: pegar a ficha de inscrição da mesa é uma forma de controlar quem se inscreve ou não?!

Barbie: Não seja boba, a garota que estava aqui antes de você pegou a última vaga e eu estou apenas recolhendo tudo.

Juniper: Sei… Mas relaxa, não é como se eu fosse assinar isso.

Barbie: E então?! Tá engarrafando tudo aqui, tem gente atrás de você que tá realmente interessada.

Juniper: Ué, não tinha esgotado?

Barbie: (pigarreio) Acesso vip, tá?! Algumas pessoas já tinham reservado uma vaga e agora só faltam preencher…

Juniper: Que diálogo mais idiota, não acredito que tô perdendo tempo nisso…

Dakota: Ela claramente não quer a sua inscrição, mas pelo menos deveria inventar uma desculpa melhor.

Juniper: Chega de clubes por hoje, eu vou só colocar minha inscrição no de informática e vamos nos preparar pra aula, pode ser?!

Dakota: Fechou!

[grimfolks]

i know, "baby, no attachment" - doing something I enjoy the most (which is starting new saves apparently)

Generation one: mint 🌿

↳ Sage Curious ˙ᵕ˙

What a mischievous scientist you are! As a career-driven individual, you still try to hangout with your friends and family and want what’s best for them. But in your free time, you enjoy the misfortune you cause others and love the idea of luxury in your life. Minty fresh indeed.

lifetime wish: become a creature-robot cross breeder

traits: vegetarian, green thumb, inappropriate, gatherer, lucky

favorites: porcini risotto, electronica, turquoise

sign: aries

Loosely following the rules for not so berry+ challenge

(also I saw ana's asks (@/woolpines) about making a spreadsheet to keep up with sims and I thought it's genius so I made my own, here's how it currently looks like for sage - under the cut)

[plumbewb]

ｅｘｐｌｏｒｅｒ - ｍｔ. ｋｏｍｏｒｅｂｉ ｓｉｇｈｔｓｅｅｒ

eat food at the fesitval of light, snow or youth

take a selfie with the mt. komorebi mascot ☆

collect a simmi by popping open a simmi capsule

swim for 1 hour in wakaba's river

[moonfromearth]

When you try a few pieces of cc on a sim and it changes all of your story plans... 😉

[bellakenobi]

Yuki just gave birth to a baby girl!

Welcome to the world, Zelma Kaiou.

[townsenddecades]

1333 – Day 2 – Townsend Farm (3/3)

Amye knows her father doesn’t like sending her to the tavern alone, but with him, Malcolm and their mother busy, Adeline even younger than her and Hawise still frail, she can’t help but point out that there is no other option. Not if they want to hire the labourers they need.

Amye doesn’t mind, really. If anything, she is glad to get away from the desolate scene at home. They are still mourning her grandfather and little nephew and grappling with losing their home like that. They may be making progress, but everyone is still terribly anxious.

Truth be told, so is she. They may be rebuilding their home now, but what if another fire consumes it all over again? They still don’t know what started it. It is a small miracle that all of them have come out of this relatively unscathed, but she knows that her parents worry. Next time, they might not be so lucky.

And what if all this rebuilding means that they won’t be able to pay their taxes? Everyone has heard tell of those who default on the lord’s due. They may be imprisoned, or killed, or even thrown back into serfdom in recompense. It is vital that they get back to normal as soon and as cheaply as possible, and that all of them do their part for that. Including her.

She just doesn’t know what to do. In addition to helping rebuild, she spends as much time knitting by candlelight as she can, but the little sleep she gains by that leaves her more exhausted by the day, not helped by the fact that her bed is made up of some blankets on the floor on most nights. And even that isn’t enough! Her parents try to keep it to themselves, but she has overheard them. Their money is quickly running out.

It is probably for this reason that she doesn’t simply retire to her rented room once she has talked the tavern owner about labourers for their farm, and to some of the men he directs her to. He also promises to send any other men that come in looking for work their way. With that, her errant is finished. She should simply go to sleep.

But she can’t bring herself to. After all the tension of the last few days, it is simply too tempting to just lose herself in the raucous chatter of the common room for a while. And the alcohol she is served doesn’t hurt, either. It’s stronger than she anticipated, but she doesn’t mind, especially when she walks around looking for a table and spots a familiar face.

“Sir Silas!”, she calls out and walks over to him. “It seems we are destined to run into each other in taverns.”

He had seemed thoughtful, staring down at the table, and only jerks up at her called-out greeting. “Mistress Amye! So it seems. What are you doing here? Is your father with you?” He looks around, his brow creasing when he can’t spot her father. She quickly shakes her head.

“No, I was sent here on an errant. Alone.” It occurs to her that he might not have heard about their plight yet, so she tells him about the fire, their rebuilding and their need for workers. The lines on his face deepen the more she speaks.

When she finishes, he sighs. “I’m genuinely sorry to hear of your misfortune. How awful. But I’m glad your family survived.”

“We’ve been lucky”, she says, sipping her drink. By now, she is starting to feel tingly. “But what are you doing here?”

“I was on an errant of my own and stopped by to spend the night. I assume you will be doing the same? It is already dark outside.”

She answers in the positive, and for a while, they just sit there talking to each other. Amye has always liked this serious and yet caring knight. The fact that his presence gives her someone to talk to – and a sense of safety – is only a bonus. He tells her about happenings in town and expresses his condolences when he learns that her grandfather passed away shortly before the fire.

Amye eats while they talk and has some more alcohol to wash it down. If nothing else, both it and the company make her feel looser than she even expected. So what if she feels a little unsteady when she gets up to go upstairs?

To her surprise, Sir Silas rises with her. He seems a little startled at it himself.

“I hope you know that your family can count on my support”, he says, haltingly. “I feel…connected to you all, somehow, after what happened to your uncle.”

She blinks at him. “That’s very kind of you.”

“Not at all. It’s my duty.” He hesitates for a moment, and she can see him deliberate whether to say what is on his mind. She puts a hand on his forearm to encourage him, and he takes a deep breath. “It pains me to see such a beautiful, lively young woman as yourself so downtrodden. I want you to know that I will do what I can to ensure everything turns out alright.”

He says this with such heartfelt earnestness that she can’t help the tears that fill her eyes, probably a result of the pressure she has been under for weeks now. A part of her wants to do nothing so much as weep, but she is still in possession of herself enough to not want to do that in a crowded tavern room.

“You are a true knight, sir”, she says earnestly. “I don’t know how we could ever repay you.”

“You could let me escort you upstairs, to make good on my promise”, he says, with a slight chuckle. “The stairs here a rather narrow, and I wouldn’t want you to fall.”

He holds out his arm to her, as if she were a gentlewoman instead of a mere peasant girl, and she can’t help but giggle as she takes his arm. Foolish, she thinks, but she enjoys picturing herself as a great lady too much to really care.

Silas truly hadn’t meant to act on the draw the young woman undeniably has on him. How could she not? She is barely twenty, vivacious, and above all beautiful with her sparkling grey eyes, lively as a storm-tossed sea, and curling raven hair. He enjoys being in her company and hearing her talk. Her coming along this evening, when he had been so despondent over the emptiness of his life, seemed like a gift by the Watcher Herself.

But he has also always disdained those of his rank that sport with the affections and, ahem, favours of women like her. Much as her talk amuses and her beauty beguiles him, he knows he shouldn’t make her an outcast by despoiling her.

But then she turns to him once they reach the upper storey, where the tavern’s rented rooms are, light dancing in her eyes. “I think it was for the better that you accompanied me up here. I think I might really have fallen without you steadying me!”

“It was nothing”, he says quickly and tries not to think about how close she is to him. How can it be that a mere peasant girl causes such longing in him? He thinks the distance since their last meeting has made it worse – he has thought about her far more often than he should admit.

“It was not nothing”, she says emphatically. “Talking to you has made me feel better than you could know.”

“I could say the same”, he responds, with a small, forced smile. “I was feeling quite lonely until you approached me.”

“Which is a shame”, she responds with a little smile. “For you, I mean. Not for me. I am quite glad that you were here.”

It is that that makes his resolve break, somehow. Just hearing that someone is glad for him to be there. Elea had stopped giving him that feeling more than a decade ago, and ever since, he has been forced to live with being married to a woman that doesn’t want and children that neither know and nor need him. His marital life is a failure. A disgrace.

And so, in longing and desperation and pain, he surges forward and presses his lips to those of Amye Townsend, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist. She is lithe and warm in his arms as he forces her to lean back a little, not paying attention to much other than the feeling of her lips under his.

That is, until he notices that she has become stiff as a statue in his grasp. He retreats immediately and stares into her wide, shocked eyes.

“I’m…I’m sorry”, he rasps out, suddenly recollecting where they are and what he has done. “I shouldn’t have-”

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me”, she cuts him off, blinking, but slowly, a smile forms on her face. “I had hoped, but…”

“You hoped?”

“Didn’t my talk about how great a man you are give you a hint, sir?”, she teases him, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to her again. “Then maybe, I need to make myself a little clearer.”

And with this, it is like a dam has broken. All of their passion and longing pours out, no doubt spurred on by the miserable state both of them are in. Silas knows that he should stop this, especially when, after they have spent he doesn’t know how many minutes kissing, Amye steps back a little to hoarsely suggest moving this to the room she has already rented, lest some other patron stumbles upon them.

It is foolish, and Silas suspects that he won’t be able to hold back once he has her behind a locked door. But he agrees.

They go to her room, and neither of them even suggests holding back as they stumble into bed together.

It is only when they are resting on the bed afterwards, Amye slumbering beside him, that the lustful haze recedes from Silas’ mind and allows him to see exactly what they have done.

He dresses quietly, so as not to wake the young woman, his mind racing. The best he can do for her right now is to not spend any more time in her room. And truth be told, he thinks he needs some distance to fully process what has happened.

She had been a maiden, that much had been obvious. But she isn’t anymore, because of him. Part of him wants to reproach himself for it – she is young, she had been unprotected, and vulnerable, and her judgement had been softened by the spirits she had indulged in – but sharing her bed has also given him more peace than he has known in years, if only for a moment. And he can’t claim that he doesn’t feel less wound-up than before.

With any luck, no one has taken notice of their actions, and if she doesn’t conceive from this, no harm has been done. He can go back to his position in town, and she can eventually marry some peasant boy with no one the wiser.

The more he thinks about it, the more he comes to realize that pretending nothing ever happened will be the best course of action, for her especially. He is an aging knight. Even if he married her, she would be a widow before long. Him leaving now is in both of their best interests.

Before he slips out of the room, he takes one last look at her, his heart aching. She looks so peaceful and lovely, as if fashioned by the Watcher Herself. But she is a peasant, he is a knight. More than that, her family needs her. Their moments together have been lovely, but it is all there can ever be.

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[nikkeisimmer]

"Recreate Your First Sim" (as you would make him/her today)

OK...this was a challenge from @gaiahypothesims - from way back in 2019. I was born in the year of the Dog, I dig. So evidently this is a challenge where you take the first Sim that you ever created in and use your latest skills in sim creation to create your very first sim as you would today. Well...my very first sim was this guy.

His name was Nobby (the anglicized nickname for Noboru). I can't remember the last name that I gave him. I think it was Kitagawa.

Had to also remake him as well, since I was going to use him to be able to make the "makeover" on him as well.

This is Nobby after the cc got placed on him. I intend to replace that "painted on" EA beard with one that I found from Nemiga Sims as soon as I get that cc in my game (means a complete exit and reload/restart the game)

And here he is in game (with his current painted on fugly EA beard, I'll put on the Nemiga sims beard in a bit and I'll post a pic of his new beard later).

OK...here's the beard... The second was a girl named Machiko.

I used to play with walls down. I definitely don't any more. OK...so I had to make her FROM scratch to give a much clearer version of her original form.

this would be her "original form" in Sims 3 using only Maxis stuff.

Now, I'm going to make her look like what I can do now with cc.

Machiko Yomiura (all cc'd up).

...and in game. So pretty much...these are the very first sims I started Sims 3 with back in 2017 and well...how I can make them now.

[orbitsuns]

[aheathen-conceivably]

Violette had a plan, and only the first step involved acquiring her mother’s permission. She had hoped that it would work, but after countless times of being told to stay in her room, she didn’t truly think that it would.

So near bedtime, she asked her Tante Marguerite to read her a story, knowing that the old woman would almost certainly doze off before the princess found her prince. Even once the book had been shut and her aunt’s eyes closed, Violette sat on the rug, innocently playing with her doll and waiting patiently.

Once the woman began to snore Violette knew that she was in a deep sleep. Still clutching her doll in case she needed to play innocent, Violette stood to count each snore: one, two, three, four, five. That was her cue, so she swiftly and confidently slipped on her shoes and snuck away from her charge.

Downstairs. You are never to go downstairs, Violette. Yet even from the top of the stairwell she could hear the music. It was faint from there, but with every step down the hallway it grew louder and clearer.

For as long as she could remember, she had heard the sound of music in the night moving through the hallways like waves, calling to her and fascinating her. She knew that it was her mother and father, since she heard them practicing, but she had never seen them play together, never knew what they were like or what this magical place that she only knew as downstairs could possibly look like.

Violette followed the sounds through the rooms, down one flight of stairs after another until she reached the door that led from their apartment to the street. Across from it was the stage door, the one that her parents had always told her was strictly forbidden. Violette reached her small hand forward to open it, and then worked her way down a dark hallway before she emerged through the beaded curtain into the red walled club.

The intensity of music there was louder than she had ever heard, seemingly deafening everyone in the club to her footsteps. A heavy cloud of smoke hung in the air, mingling with the adult's preoccupation to conceal her there, skirting along the walls until she could see her parents up on stage.

She stopped at the edge of the crowd, looking up toward her mother and father. As she gazed up her mother hit a note more clear and piercing than any she had ever heard on the radio; suddenly her voice tapered off into a soft but immensely sad hum, the sound almost low enough to be sorrowful, until her father began to play the piano again, the notes seemingly discordant but somehow perfectly arranged.

They were like stars in the night, shining atop the crowd of dancing bodies, setting the tempo of the whole room. She was fascinated, entranced, and riveted that they could be this way, so magnetic and raw. They were never like this upstairs, always reading or talking quietly with one another. Up there they seemed more real than ever before.

The heels scurried closer to her, the tempo growing faster. She moved toward the crowd, no longer caring if anyone were to notice her or push her aside as they danced.

“Lottie!” A voice suddenly hissed. Turning, Violette spotted her Aunt Josephine approaching. Before Jo could utter a stronger admonishment, Violette gave her a mischievous grin and ran away.

Now that she had seen them, her mission was complete. She could safely go back upstairs to listen to the show through the parquet floors as she always did. In the months since she had returned from England, she had placed her ear on every intricately designed floorboard to find exactly the spot where the music was the loudest. Now, as she listened to the muffled sounds from below, she could imagine what her mother must feel like up there on stage, shining like a star in the night.

[citrlet]

i'm abandoning my old maxis match ways 2024 is my year to embrace maxis mix

[plumbob-pudding]

Willa was on a high after the last few weeks with Abe, she knew he was so close to stopping by with a bottle of wine for Dad and a ring for her. On her walk with Cecelia and baby Juliet, she couldn't stop going on about Abe- she was so in love.

However, Cecelia's mind seemed elsewhere, baby Juliet was ill and she wasn't getting any better. Willa could see that she was very worried so she turned the conversation away from her dear Abraham. As they walked, Juliet seemed to be getting worse. The cold air was doing nothing to cool her fever and Cecelia confessed she hadn't been feeding either.

They headed home so that they could send for a doctor. But by the time the doctor had arrived, there was nothing that could be done. Baby Juliet passed quietly in her mommy and daddy's arms.

[simsdaughters]

Cupid's Corner.

Unaware that this was the dating app that ruined his grandparents' wedding, Corbin signed up for the Cupid's Corner app, and quickly found two young men that were just his type. Now, who to go out with first ... ?

Sims credit: @roundfacekitty, @simsbyfildas

[justanothersimsblog]

So Hatshepsut told me that she started an underground community for fellow vampires here at her temple. Together she hoped we could all thrive. She said she saw me and Rah when we came together to work on his powers. She wants me, and every vampire in my family, to join her.

I asked what would we have to do. She said nothing. It sounded suspicious. She assured me that she wants nothing but for vampires to be able to help each other, perhaps become friends, and hopefully fight the loneliness that comes with immortality. If I feel so inclined to provide something regardless, I can always bring gifts.

I'll be thinking about this.

[grimm-haven]

Let me take you to the moon and back.

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[apricote]

mr and mrs vickers. 🤍🔔