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i just opened my pinterest why the need to call me out like that

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In case you didn't know @bunbeeplays has a great legacy going that's gonna be featuring some loose Dahlia babies soon! Make sure to give her a follow, Kelsey is a very funny writer, and her slice of life gameplay is a super fun read!

My two fabulous friends @joliebean and @obigem made a sweet lil CAS treat together! You can check it out here! 🍭 Early Access Until June 30th!

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If this scene made zero sense to you, then you probably missed the crossover my dearest @obigem wrote with Cam and Val for her Fletcher Legacy! If you'd like, you can read it now in it's entirety on her tumblr here!

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When will we see the continuation of the story?

when i get my life together

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THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US!! what a ride the HS AU was, I loved that evil Val/prom on fire or not, they always needed some growing up before they could find their way together. it was interesting also to see a new side of Val and how much being the heir affected him, I guess being presumed dead has its perks in the anxiety department... thank you for indulging this little plot bunny, i really didn't expect this level when I sent in that ask, but know that I am so well-fed -OG (not so) anon

Hello my beautiful dove!! 💗

I'm so glad you liked it! It was a lot more toned back and character driven, but I'm happy with how it turned out! Especially the last few shots, the hallway spin and the lil high school kiss eee. When I wrote Dick's side story, I changed the ending halfway through and tacked on the positive epilogue with Carmela, so I wanted to stick to the more bittersweet one I had set out to do for this one!

And Re: Val's Anxiety - Definitely. The pressure from Hinoki (who we know is about as subtle as a wrecking ball through the kitchen window) and accidentally trapping himself in a relationship with Hedy kinda set our boy on a bit of a dark path. Shout out to Chad for bringing a little light into the room with him :') Thank you for caring about these little pixel guys. That means a lot to me. It can get a little quiet out here on simblr.com but just knowing you're out there reading too is really heartening.

Until the next adventure! (Or I kick my ass hard enough to finish Poppy's arc) ((Someone come kick my ass please))

xo, Anne

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songs for closeted legacy heirs to grow a spine to

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.tldr feat @adelarsims’s onion headline collection

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Before Valerian could reach the handle of the door, a strong hand halted his progress - pressing directly on his rudely beating heart, holding him in place as electricity buzzed under warm fingertips.

Chad: Val wai-

a pause.

Chad: You're shaking.

Val: Am I ? - Sorry. Chad: So is this why you didn't go to Prom? Val: Funnily enough I didn’t feel like paying sixty bucks just to watch you ignore me. Chad: I wouldn’t have - Val I’m sorry. I got so caught up dealing with my own problems, passing high school, my dad- I’m an idiot, I didn’t think- Val: You’re not an idiot Chad. You're just shallow and self centered. And you probably didn't want to be seen hanging out with someone who looks like a human sweat stain.

Chad: Is that what you - ? Valerian do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?

Val: Right, sure. Without the braces, and the acne, and the thirty pounds of baby fat. Chad: What? No! You’ve always been - under all of the - y'know? Val: Terrible hats ?

Val: Y'know I get it now? It's just like you said - I'm watching this man on a stage, but I don't recognize him. It's so sad, I want to look away, but I can't. He's trapped in some fucked up sitcom and the laugh track just keeps getting louder.

Chad: I wasn't-

Val: Can I ask you for a favor? Chad: I think at this point I owe you more than one.

Val: Close your eyes.

Chad: Val I don't know if you're mentally in the place to- Val: Please. I can't do it while you're looking. Chad: Is this what you want?

Do you think it will make you happy?

Val: I don't know. But I need to try something.

Val: Just for ten seconds - please. Chad: And after that? What happens when we don't know how to stop? Val: I don't want to think about that right now.

Val: I don't know who I am anymore. I need someone to - I need you - Chad: Tell me what to do.

Val: Close your eyes. I need you to tell me what you see.

fin!

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wake up idiot.

Val almost jumped out of his skin when he felt another leg brush against his own in the darkness.

Violently yanked back from the cliff he had been surveying, Val awoke to find his thoughts scattered haphazardly around the room. Which unfortunately meant the only cohesive sentence he could manage to string together in the moment was -

Val: Are you real?

Chad: Man I haven't been in here in ages. It even smells the same. Like shit body spray and depressing handjobs. Val: Am I dead? Chad: No Val. You're not dead. Val: Then why are you here? Chad: It's my room isn't it?

Chad: You weren't responding when I knocked, so I decided to sit with you until you could. And Pops would have been pissed if her big brother choked on his own tongue at her engagement party. If you think about it, I'm really saving your life.

Val: I wasn't going to actually do it. Chad: Do what?

Val: Nevermind. Chad: Do you wanna talk about it?

Valerian let out a hollow, mirthless laugh.

Chad: What? Val: It's just - that's a little rich coming from you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here.

Chad: Val come on, talk to me. Please?

Val: This morning I found an engagement ring - in MY bag. My girlfriend snuck it in there before we went to work.

Chad: I didn't know you were bisexual. Val: I'm not.

Chad: Oh. Val: Yeah. Oh.

Chad: Well do you love her? Val: No I'm fucking terrified of her.

Chad: So why - ? Val: I need an heir. Chad: Then whip up some weird science bullshit, get abducted by aliens. Val: Dating Hedy just seemed easier. I never needed to explain myself to anyone. And it was nice - for a while.

Val: It took me a few years to realize that she only focused on me because of the power she gained from keeping me under her thumb.

Chad: Well do you guys - ? Val: I kinda just lie still while she takes care of herself. Chad: Watchers breath Val. That's assault. Val: I guess it explains why she's been cheating on me. It's not like I can really blame her. Chad: So dump her.

Val: You're funny.

And then what happens Chad? You rush in and sweep me off my feet? We fall in love, get a little apartment together? And when she shows up at our door are you going to be the one take the bullet for me?

You could barely even look at me after you kissed me last time.

Chad: If I remember correctly, you're the one that told me you didn't want to be friends. Val: You're wrong.

Val: I told you I didn't want you to pretend.

And you know what I realized?

Val: You'll always be the quarterback, and I'll always be the mascot - floating down the river.

I should leave - Thanks. For listening.

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What if he really did it this time?

It wouldn't be hard. And the cocktail of alcohol and antidepressants mixing in his stomach only offered encouragement - he was barely living anyway.

And if he died maybe his girlfriend would pick up his fucking calls.

Poppy could take over. She'd love that. The only thing she ever wanted growing up was more attention anyway.

Too bad he was a coward. A coward screaming alone in a dark room in a desperate attempt to drown out his shitty internal monologue. The same one that reminded him every single day that he would never be happy again.

Because this wasn't a love story. And he wasn't the hero. He wasn't even the villain.

He was just some guy. A numb husk crashing out in a strangers bedroom - one who had spent the last few years of his life trying not to scream. And now he couldn't even stop himself from doing that.

So this was it then -

Valerian Plott had finally hit rock bottom. And he was real fucking tired of being here.

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When was the last time he was truly happy?

The darkness was beginning to close in now.

Valerian shut the door to the spare bedroom quietly behind him, muffling any ambient noise from the party downstairs.

He didn't want to worry anyone, raise any alarm bells. And aside from the sound of his newly functional, incredibly annoying heartbeat - the silence was deafening.

It was baffling. Just one look had turned Val completely inside out, exposing all his squishiest, most sensitive parts to air for the first time in years.

Again, he had to remind himself, he had only ever been a convenience. An experiment.

They weren't friends, they didn't like each other like that. There was nothing between them, there never had been.

Because Val had been right the whole time.

After hurriedly exiting the bedroom in an embarrassed flush of raging teenage hormones - aside from a few sympathetic sideways glances in the hall, Chad had never spoken a word to him again.

Ten seconds of the brightest, most beautiful, blinding heat he had ever seen, had since dimmed and faded - blurring his vision and ruining his eyesight altogether.

Valerian had stared directly into the sun, and in turn, it had politely asked him to leave.

Val might have hated him for it, but he had never blamed him.

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Heads Up! Tomorrow we're going to be heading into the end of this little AU. We're gonna go through a bit of a tunnel, but I promise you there's a light at the end.

Content Warnings for: Sucidal thoughts and light allusions to sexual assault and r*pe

They'll be tagged as below. Take care of yourself. Protect your peace. 💗

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Kale: So do you know the gender yet? Dahlia: We have it in an envelope at home. We're waiting for the shower to open it. Cam: Val you're coming to the shower right buddy? Baby Cordie needs her Uncie Val there!

Kale: So it's a girl? Dahlia: Cam's hoping for a little girl. Cam: I'm m a n i f e s t i n g. Dahlia: If it's a girl we're planning on naming her after his late mother. To honor her. Cam: And Cordelia is a very pretty name. For a very beautiful baby giiiirl ~ Dahlia: If it is a giiiirl ~

Cam: Something wrong best friend? Val: I need to make a quick call.

There was one noticeable downside to having his heart completely restarted by a single look. It was now threatening to beat itself right out of his chest, climb up his throat, and come out his ears. Everyone was happy, everyone had gotten what they wanted. And he was just their punchline. Holding back hot tears that threatened to break free at any moment, Val mounted the stairs as quickly as he could without raising suspicion. He needed to be anywhere but here - And no one needed to watch what happened next.

Kale: So what if it's a boy? Cam: Uhhh - Leaf. Dahlia: Cameron we are not naming the baby after the car.

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Kale: Chad's Poppy's Maid of Honor - they're still working out the official title. His father insisted that he host the engagement party here. Cam: You know that explains a lot about why we're not in a massive mansion right now.

Kale: I think he's got some sort of government office gig. His dad practically handed it to him after he barely graduated high school.

I know you're not exactly friends, but you two probably have more in common than you think.

Cam: Well I bet he wasn't his roommate at Foxbury! Kale: Yes, and I also would bet he never slept with our sister in same said dorm room. Dahlia: We put a sock on the door. Kale: Before or after you didn't double-check to make sure he wasn't already in bed asleep?

Cam: How do you know all this stuff anyway? Kale: You'd be surprised at how many things you can glean by shutting up and listening to something other than Americana.

Valerian had known that there was a non-zero chance that coming to this party tonight meant they were bound to run into each other at some point. And after a cocktail of anxiety medication, antidepressants, and actual alcohol - Val was perfectly happy to admire him from afar. Chad was in the middle of the spotlight, on a brightly lit stage as Val watched from the audience quietly with everyone else. He was different. There was a lightness to him, a natural real happiness. Like nothing had ever troubled him in his life. It was beautiful. But then again, he had always been beautiful behind the mask. And when the man on the stage took a bow, finally noticing the dried out husk of a boy he had once known - now sitting all alone in the crowd staring back at him; Valerian felt a hundred volts of electricity hit him squarely in the chest. And after the lightning, so followed the thunder.

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I had to play with these wonderful modieval recolors by @thesimline ! 🌞🎻

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Cam: Well it looks like you're next roomie! Time to hop aboard the old baby train. Choo Choo! Kale: I don't think Val can get pregnant Cam. Dahlia: I don't know, I think Hedy could do it. Cam: We could have two shotgun weddings!

Cam: Come on bestie it could be fun! Dahlia: They could even reuse some of the old decorations from our wedding! Kale: I'm pretty sure Poppy would kill all of us, set our bodies on fire, and sell the tapes to TMZ.

Cam: Ouch. But probably. How did those two bag each other anyway? Dahlia: The magazine right?

Kale: She wrote a piece on him about the rise of gamer fashion for the magazine she works at with Jackie. I guess they just clicked. Dahlia: I didn't know gamers had fashion - I thought their girlfriends dressed them. Cam: Please Val looks great! He's practically glowing. Dahlia: Cameron!!

Dahlia: He's just excited. We have some big news of our own to share. Kale: Twins? Wait- Triplets?!

Dahlia: Gosh! Imagine! No, we're leasing a new car. Cam is very excited. Cameron: It's a first generation Nissan Leaf! "Innovation that Excites" And it's completely electric! Dahlia: It will be a great little family car.

Dahlia: You were looking for a new car right Val? Cam: We could probably get you a deal - we could be leaf bros! Go driving together! Anywhere between 149 to 212 miles on a single charge!

Val: What about him? Kale: Who, Chad? Val: Yeah. Cam: I don't really know if he's leaf bro material…

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The second time he saw him, it was like being hit by lightning.

Valerian Plott did not enjoy large family gatherings. As soon as he aged up, all the weight and expectations of being a legacy heir snapped off from the shitty rope they had been hanging, fell three stories like a cartoon piano, and knocked him flat on his ass. He had attended Foxbury right out of high school - graduated from the engineering program with honors, and with a generous helping of nepotism, easily secured a modest position at a highly regarded government facility that technically didn't exist. It had only taken him a few years to run through his list of goals. And after the final checkmark had been carefully penned in it's little box, he turned the whole thing over and found - nothing. Just a blank sheet of paper. Every legacy had it's own rules. His were often nebulous, slapdash, and full of bees, but they all had one thing in common: An heir, the last thing on his to do list. And save for his youngest sibling, every sim in Val's life took immense pleasure in reminding him every chance they had.

Dahlia: They moved kinda fast don't you think? They've barely dated a whole year. Kale: Jealous she's catching up to you?

Dahlia: Pfft, sure. Call me when she starts growing another sim inside her. Kale: Always a competition with you two, isn't it?

Where did the great wonderschlong go anyway?

Dahlia: He ran to the kitchen to see if they had anything at this dumb party with an alcohol content below 20%. Kale: Good man. Still a lil' freak, but he takes care of you. Dahlia: Thanks. Y'know, you both should come hang out with us more often. We could do a game night ~ Kale: Mmm Hard Pass.

Kale: I don't know, maybe she is pregnant. Maybe MCCC finally glitched and this one stuck. Dahlia: But she wouldn't be drinking? Kale: Technically I haven't seen her drink yet - and doesn't she look sorta I dunno, glowy? Dahlia: I think that's happiness Kale. Kale: Or raw unfiltered attention.

Cam: Woah - Poppy's pregnant? No way. Kale: It's currently inconclusive. Dahlia: Poppy is not pregnant.