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serenesimssanctuary · 13 days
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NEW SIMBLR ALERT
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Sul Sul! Hello
Dear readers, It's with great joy and enthusiasm that I make my first post in this space.
My name is Ellie, a young girl of twenty-one years who is passionate about the universe of The Sims; if I had one last wish, it would be to spend hours upon hours creating stories with my Sims. My passion in the game is the Decades Challenge, so I decided to create my own challenge and share my story here.
I must confess that I am new to the simblr world; I have never had a simblr, and I have never managed one. This is my first (I am so excited)! Therefore, I am still learning how everything works here. Additionally, English is not my first language, and I fiercely struggle with English grammar. So, there may be some strange words and errors; please bear with me <3.
I have a very interesting and exciting story to share. I can't wait for you to meet the characters. I have spent countless hours dedicated to each member of the founding family, shaping their personalities, exploring their fears, dreams, and ambitions. Each character is unique, with their own journey and contribution to the story that I am eager to share with you.
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I'm looking for other active players of the Decades Challenge <3 I already consider all of you my BESTIES.
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Tabitha Burdick & Priscilla Dowell fashion circa 1870
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Priscilla Formal: hair | dress
Tabitha Formal: hair | dress
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marzzoo · 3 months
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Phoebe lookbook 1890´s
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King Edward
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In the months that followed King Wilhelm's demise, Windenburg seemed to be on a brighter path. One morning, King Edward called for an audience at The Tower of Windenburg, and the crowds gathered eagerly, their eyes filled with anticipation. At only 12 years old, King Edward wasn't even tall enough to reach the podium, so he stood on books to make himself appear taller. He was flanked by his mother, Dowager Queen Cordelia, who stood with a sense of quiet pride.
As the young king prepared to speak, there was a hush that fell over the crowd. Edward's voice, though young, carried a weight of authority and determination. "In a time of crisis, we must show compassion and resolve. Thus, I announced the conversion of The Tower of Windenburg and The Palace of Westsimster into infirmaries for those afflicted by the plague. Furthermore, I pledged to hire 1500 new plague doctors to aid in this dire hour. My vow is to protect my people, not to condemn them. Through employing more doctors and fostering care, we witness the slow return of hope as our afflicted brethren begin to mend." Edward stated. He employed more doctors, and slowly, people started to get better. The plague had seemingly run its course, though many people had died, it seemed that no one new was getting infected.
By summer, traces of the virus had vanished, and many of the traveling plague doctors went on their way. The streets of Windenburg were bustling with life once more, and the people rejoiced in the newfound sense of hope and optimism. King Edward's swift and decisive actions had not only saved countless lives but had also restored faith in the monarchy. The young king's compassion and determination had proven that age was no barrier to leadership, and his reign was marked by a sense of unity and progress.
On the fifth day of summer, 1350, crowds gathered around Westsimster Abbey for the coronation of King Edward. The Abbey was heavily guarded, and only nobles and a handful of lucky citizens were allowed to attend the ceremony. Edward, dressed in his finest clothes and wearing his custom-knit coronation robe that was 9 feet in length, walked beside his mother, Cordelia, toward the coronation chair. The robe trailed behind him as he moved, a symbol of the weight of the crown he was about to bear.
As they approached the coronation chair, Cordelia helped her son remove the robe, her hands trembling slightly with the weight of the moment. She looked at Edward, her heart filled with a mixture of pride and fear. Pride for the son who was about to become king, and fear for the challenges that lay ahead. "He is but a mere child," she thought to herself, her mind racing with worry.
"As my son ascends the throne, I can't help but fear the weight of the crown upon his young shoulders," Cordelia whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd. "Will he be strong enough to withstand the challenges that lie ahead?" Her mind was clouded with uncertainty, and she couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding that lingered in the air. Edward sat in the coronation chair, a place where many of his ancestors had also sat before him, and waited for the crowning to begin. The High Priest of the Jacoban Church, Paul Leudemond, would be conducting the ceremony, despite his biases. Facing the crowd, Paul began his speech.
"Your Majesty, esteemed nobles, and beloved citizens of Windenburg, today marks a significant moment in our history. We gather to witness the coronation of King Edward, a young ruler who, despite his tender age, has shown remarkable wisdom and courage. As the high priest of the Jacoban church, it is my honor to preside over this sacred ceremony and to bestow upon our young king the blessings of our faith. Let us begin."
"I am here to affirm that Edward is not merely ascending to the throne by birthright, but by divine will. The Jacoban faith has long held that kings are chosen by the grace of the Almighty, and in Edward, we see a beacon of hope for our kingdom."
After saying a prayer to St. Jacob and anointing the new king, Paul placed the crown upon Edward's head, and everyone in the building bowed before their new king. Following that, Edward stood up to the side, and Cordelia was guided to the chair. Paul placed the Imperial Orb of Windenburg in Cordelia's hand and stated , "Your Majesty, it is my duty to present you with the imperial orb of Windenburg, a symbol of your regency. However, I must also remind you that this orb is not yours to keep. It is a temporary token of authority, entrusted to you until King Edward comes of age."
"I trust you are aware of the weight of this responsibility. You are not the rightful ruler of Windenburg, and your reign is but a temporary measure. I urge you to remember that, as you hold this orb, you are merely a steward of the throne, not its true sovereign. It is my fervent hope that you will fulfill your promise to relinquish the throne to King Edward on his 18th birthday. Your Majesty, I implore you to set aside any personal ambitions and act in the best interests of our kingdom."
Cordelia held the orb out in her hand and stated, "I vow to uphold the regency of Windenburg with unwavering dedication, ensuring the prosperity and well-being of our kingdom. I pledge to guide and nurture King Edward, preparing him for the responsibilities of the throne. On his 18th birthday, I will gracefully relinquish the regency, allowing him to ascend as the rightful king of Windenburg. Until that day, I will serve as a steadfast protector of our realm, honoring the trust placed in me by our people."
After that, Cordelia stood up, and both of them headed towards the crowd, stopping on the ledge to wave as many monarchs have traditionally. Behind them stood Paul, a look of resentment on his face. He would do anything within his power to remove Cordelia from her position. The crowds roared as Edward and Cordelia exited the Abbey, parties in the streets broke out, the people were overjoyed by their new King, despite his age.
Back at The Parish of St. Jacob, the Jacoban clergy met again in secrecy to discuss their plans of ambush. Paul, with a solemn expression, addressed the gathered clergy. "My brethren, the ascension of King Edward, a mere boy, and the regency of Queen Cordelia, a woman of Bagley blood, are affronts to our faith and to the very fabric of our society. It is an insult to the Jacoban church and to the traditions that have guided our kingdom for centuries."
Paul then turned his gaze to a guest he had called to the meeting, Lord Richard of Windenburg, the current King's first cousin once removed. "Your Grace," Paul addressed him, "The regency of Cordelia is a blight upon our kingdom, a threat to the very fabric of our society. We cannot allow her to continue to wield power unchecked. We must take decisive action to protect the sanctity of our kingdom and to ensure that King Edward is guided by the true principles of our faith."
Richard, with a furrowed brow, listened intently. He knew that the Jacoban clergy were prepared to go to great lengths to achieve their goals, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to protect the kingdom. "Your Holiness," he replied, "I understand the urgency of the situation. Cordelia's regency poses a significant threat to the stability of our kingdom, and we cannot afford to let her continue to wield power unchecked. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to protect the kingdom and to ensure that King Edward is guided by the true principles of our faith."
"As for Cordelia," Richard continued, "I propose a swift and covert operation. We'll stage the ambush when she's least expecting it, perhaps during a royal procession or a visit to a remote estate. The goal is to take her into custody without causing a scene, ensuring she's held in a secure location away from the influence of the crown. As for her fate, I advocate for keeping her alive but in captivity. Killing her would only escalate the situation and lead to further unrest. By keeping her isolated, we can neutralize her influence while avoiding unnecessary bloodshed."
Paul and Richard rose from their seats, their hands meeting in a firm handshake, a silent agreement passing between them. Their eyes held a steely determination, knowing that the ambush they planned would soon be set into motion. With a shared nod, they reaffirmed their commitment to the cause, understanding the weight of their decision and the consequences that lay ahead.
In Tartosa, the aging Dowager Queen Margaery of Windenburg sat in her chambers at Thebe Castle, a sense of nostalgia and longing filling the air. She sifted through the letters and correspondence that had arrived from overseas, her heart heavy with the weight of the past. The news from Lady Dorothea, a trusted confidante, struck her like a bolt of lightning. King Wilhelm V, her son, had passed away. Margaery's hands trembled as she read the words, her mind racing with memories of her son's troubled reign.
As she absorbed the news, a mixture of emotions washed over her. Grief for her son's passing mingled with a profound sense of relief. For years, she had borne the burden of his actions, the weight of his tyranny. Now, with his demise, she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders, a newfound freedom she hadn't experienced in decades.
Margaery's thoughts turned to her daughter, Empress Mary, who was unaware of the news. She called for Mary to join her, the urgency in her voice evident. As Mary entered the room, Margaery's eyes met hers, filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve.
"My dearest Mary," Margaery began, her voice trembling with emotion. "I have received news that will change our lives forever. King Wilhelm, your brother, has passed away. While I am stricken with grief for his loss, I also feel a sense of relief. For so long, I have carried the weight of his actions, the burden of his reign. Now, with his passing, I am free from the shackles of his tyranny."
Mary listened in stunned silence, her mind reeling from the news. She had not seen her brother in years, nor had she witnessed the turmoil of his rule. Her memories of him were from their childhood, a time when they were close and carefree.
Margaery continued, her voice filled with determination. "This moment marks a new beginning for me. For thirty long years, I have been estranged from our family in Windenburg. It is time for me to return home, to mend the rifts that have divided us, and to reconnect with our loved ones. Would you accompany me, my dear Mary? Let us reclaim our rightful place in the embrace of our family."
Mary's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as she looked at her mother. She knew that this journey would not be easy, but she also knew that it was necessary. With a nod, she replied, "Yes, Mother. I will accompany you. Let us begin this journey together, to heal the wounds of the past and forge a new future for our family."
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antiquatedsimmer · 4 months
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🌻❤️Josephine Coombes Harrington, Welcome to the family❤️🌻
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Friday, 1908 Dear Journal,
Today started early with Mama rousing me and Pa before the sun for Si's wedding. Si, true to form, seemed uninterested, bored even, as we made our way to the church yard.
Despite a soggy autumn, today turned unexpectedly pleasant. Clear skies, a welcome break from the week's thunderstorms. However, I think Ma is stressed, she kept nagging about walking with my skirt up to avoid dragging it through the mud....
The ceremony was small, Only Josephine's parents and Jackson with his fancy wife, bothered to show. I tried my best to focus on Mama's words from yesterday, And I could see why Jackson favored her.
Skinny, porcelain pale, dripping in expensive jewelry....everything I am not. However, as Josephine graced us with her entrance, any inkling of comparison vanished.
Radiance enveloped her, surpassing the boundaries of mere beauty. She embodied something ethereal. A sunlight aura surrounded her, and I found myself akin to a sunflower, unable to avert my gaze.
Even Si seemed genuinely happy, I saw him smile from ear to ear, he clasped her soft delicate hands, and caressed her cheek.
It was a sight to see, physical or emotional affection have never been his forte, not even in our childhood.
He was initially furious with Pa over the prospect of marrying Josephine. I remember his enraged shouts, echoing from the parlor.
Confidentially, Journal, I've noticed his practiced performance of donning the façade of a gentleman and a devoted son, particularly when in Mr. Coombes' presence.
Whether genuine or an act, my earnest prayer is for him to treat Josephine with the respect she deserves. I hold a genuine fondness for her, and I welcome her warmly into our family.
Lucile Harrington
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summerisfishmen · 3 months
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Decades- The Dawson sisters
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Teresa Dawson at 10 and her sister Lilliana Dawson at 6
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ratchet-ratch · 3 months
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Celeste Watson - 1908
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DECADES CHALLENGE | 2ND GEN
I think she very well may be my favorite character. She had quite the dramatic upbringing and the 20's are getting crazy for her. I think I'm just going to post out of order and maybe get this organized eventually. Deciding if I just want to share the characters or the story too. It's pretty wild so I'd need a lot of poses and posing is the worst.
Also, idk how sim genetics work, but it seems like red hair and twins are the dominant genes in this universe. There have been four sets of red head twins so far. Celeste and her brother are the second set.
Anyways, lookbook for teenager Celeste circa 1908. I hate fur, but I'm obsessed with her winter outfit. Read her story on my decades challenge simblr @ratchet-decades. She'll be around come 1892.
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Sleep: hair | nightgown
Swim: hair | hat | bathing suit
Party: hair | hat | shirt | skirt (file just says Edwardian skirt, but I think gilded ghost or linzulu) | shoes
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mamomare · 1 year
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Ultimate Decades Challenge 1340-1350
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This has been a brutal decade. I went from having several side families back to only two at the start of the 1350s. Thanks 100 Year War and the Black Plague! I’ve also had consistent bad rolls and so many babies and potential parents have died! I hope I can bring the family back in the 1350s, keep your fingers crossed for me... Births 1344 - Norman Brooker 1346 - Ivett Brooker 1346 - Andrew Smith
Marriages 1341 - Adam and Isolda Brooker 1343 - Ellis and Magge Brooker 1344 - Christopher and Avice Smith 1347 - Herbert and Estrid Payne
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Deaths (Not including babies) 1341 - Eva Brooker, Eleanor Clifford 1344 - Isolda Brooker 1346 - Ida Brooker, Osbert Baker 1347 - Ellis Brooker 1348 - Edith Baker, Godfrey Clifford, Joan Clifford, Adelard Clifford, Mabel Clifford, Lucia Clifford, Margary Baker, Alviva Hurst, Nicholas Hurst, Robert Hurst, Herbert Payne, Christopher Smith 1349 - Avice Payne, Magge Brooker
Current Family Tree * Note: I remove “dead” branches of the family tree to keep it manageable. 
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Current Family Lot
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simblrangel · 3 months
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Many boys wanted Rose, but she didn't really care for all that mess. As a Young Adult she had outgrown her childish crushes.
Her parents gave up everything they had, all for her to have a quality education. Even immigrating to another world. She worked hard for them every day and had been receiving high marks in her classes.
Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't ALSO interested in the drinks and the parties...
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kieraplaysthesims · 6 months
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As Autumn turned to Winter, Bea was so happy in her current predicament.
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There was no fighting...there were no slaps across the face...there were no blatant insults about anybody's personality or characteristics...Bea had found peace
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...and love
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that night she kissed Florence's hands for the first time. Feeling her lips press against the skin of this remarkable woman filled her with jitters. Her stomach was full of fluttering...as if there were butterflies freshly emerged from their cocoons inside of her. And here she was, emerging from her cocoon herself.
She knew she could find herself here.
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nursesimblr · 6 months
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Nimli The Woman should have suspected something was wrong when she managed to prepare an onion soup without interruption from a crying Zull. But instead of being suspicious, she took the opportunity to eat in peace for the first time in days. She chatted with Triki The Midwife and helped Ugg The First with the garden. When she returned to the cave, Zull was still sleeping... ... And he didn't wake up even with Nimli picking him up. His small body was cold and he no longer breathed. Nimli The Woman ran towards Ugg and Triki who were still tending the garden, shouting for help. Something was wrong and she could see it now. She watched in slow motion as Triki wrapped Zull in a hug with tears in her eyes and Ugg cried out for the Watcher's intervention. Without thinking much, Nimli ran towards the volcano. "Something is wrong!" She screamed when she reached the top "Zull doesn't want to wake up, he needs to feed but he doesn't want to wake up!" "Zull is with me, Nimli." Answered the voice. "No… Zull is in the cave with Ugg and Triki. You need to help us, Zull needs to wake up and…" "Zull is with me. It's what happens when a sim leaves their mother before they are ready to face the world. They sleep in paradise, and wakes up next to me." "I demand that you bring him back! And I want it now, Watcher! Give me my son back!" "Interesting… but you demand anything from me. Haven't you learned your lesson? Zull is with me now thanks to you, or have you forgotten that you demanded that he leaves you days ago? You don't demand anything in paradise, Nimli. Especially when you are not ready to deal with the consequences." "Then take me! Do what you want with me, but bring Zull back. I beg you, Watcher!" "You will go back to the cave and tell Ugg that Zull no longer belongs to you. You will also make sure to keep his little body buried near the cave. From now on, may today be remembered as the day to remember those who no longer live in paradise. You and everyone who came after you will remember this day."
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It is with an extremely small heart that I come to say that Zull did not survive his death roll. By coincidence of fate, the little one died in the first week of autumn, a great opportunity to found the first simnation holiday: Zull's Day, my version of Halloween.
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Tabitha Burdick fashion circa 1890-1910
Genetics/Makeup: overlay (pyxids + heihu) | eyes | eyelids (faaeish) | hairline| eyelashes |  eyeshadow | lipstick
Formal (1st look): hair | hat | dress (struggling to find this one) | gloves 
Everyday (2nd look): hair + hat | dress | gloves
Sleep: hair | nightgown
Swim: hair (buzzard, peggy) | hat | bathing suit
Summer: hair | hat | dress
Winter: hair | hat | scarf | dress | gloves | boots
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marzzoo · 3 months
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MEET MY FOUNDERS
In early 1890s in England, Lord Gregory and Lady Phoebe, after months of courtship, had finally formalized their engagement before London high society. With the engagement ring shining on Phoebe's finger, a new stage of their lives was about to begin.
Hi guys, I'm Starjira! I finally decided to start my legacy again. After several days mulling over the approach I want to give to the challenge, I have finally decided. I will be uploading content progressively since I am in my last year of studies. Thank you very much to those who continue here even though I am so indecisive <3 PS: I would like to use this part of the post to comment on my impressions of the challenge, so I'll do that :)
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matchapixels · 21 days
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One evening at the bar Robert met himself a young lady with the name Maria Diaz.
After many drinks and conversations, he asked her to dance in which she accepted.
Robert found himself enjoying the company and had not felt these emotions when he late wife Margaret passed away many years ago.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere or the drinks but these two found themselves getting closer to each other.
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antiquatedsimmer · 4 months
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Trying something a bit different! I thought maybe my story posts were hard to read in tumblr Text so I'm trying Subtitles! If you dont like them or if the subtitles works & they just need to be a bit bigger let me know! I thought Yellow might stand out more than the standard black and white.
Also ignore the subtitles error I made on panel 7
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summerisfishmen · 3 months
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Decades- Time skip
(Sorry for the bad photo I couldn't get one of them to behave and pose for the photo >:c)
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Welcome to 1899
Teresa is 17, Lilliana is 13, Theo is 6, The twins are 5, and Franklin, Lilliana's puppy, is all grown up!
Teresa is still in a secret relationship with her childhood friend Elliot, but problems will soon arise for the couple.
Lilliana has developed a strong passion for reading and taking care of stray animals, as well as her dog. She is a good student, a good sister and all around a good person, but she will soon discover something about herself that may jeopardize her life, and her relationship with her family.
Theodore has become closer to his siblings, finally being accepted by Teresa, but has grown up troubled due to the neglect in his childhood. He misbehaves in school, makes a muck around the house, and generally causes issues for his family.
The twins are about to start school, and are proving to be polar opposites. Ellie is shy and reserved, she quietly paints in a corner or sits with her dolls whilst watching her sister cause havoc with their older brother.
And Franklin is just generally a very good boy
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