I understand you're busy making the webcomic rn, but I was wondering if you're planning to finish inheritance as a sims story as well :) Thank you
I wish I could say yes, but the answer is, unfortunately, no.
Rambling about it under the cut.
In addition to making the web comic (which I work on 20-35 hours weekly), I also am working on art pieces to sell as prints online and possibly wholesale, in stores. (And those illustrations won't be entirely Inheritance-related, btw, they are going to be romantic, queer illustrations done in midcentury style! Very excited about the work.)
In other words, I've shifted my working hours to writing and creating Inheritance in comic form and also freelance art.
I haven't actually cracked TS4 open in over a year. I feel massive pangs of nostalgia looking back on that first draft of Inheritance, and I can't even begin to describe how grateful and humbled I am to have had that many beta readers for what has become a passion project.
I started making this story as a way to relieve a massive amount of stress I'd been under in 2019. It was just a lil side hobby, I had no grand plans or schemes, and, hilariously, I was winging it a lot of the time. The first three chapters were mostly made up as soon as I booted the game, with little planning.
There came a point of reckoning where I realized what I'd written could no longer be constrained by the medium I chose. TS4 is a fun and unusual way to make stories/comics, but ultimately, I had to make the shift to web comics to make myself happy. I was getting too frustrated by the limitations. I had to free Rivro.
I have every single story post saved on a hard drive, so if for some reason my blog gets deleted or something happens to tumblr, I will make an archive section of my website (samhayes.art) for future re-reads.
I'd give you spoilers for the ending, but you'll just have to wait and see, because the comic is following (mostly) the same plot ;)
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[ALT TEXT: Three Panels.
A blue sky with clouds in it "So."
A handsome Hispanic boy around 19 years old with short brown stylish hair and a singular earring sits at a table. He is leaning on one elbow with the hand tucked under his chin. He is under an umbrella outside a fast-food restaurant. Behind him are palm trees and traffic. "What do you say?"
A boy the same age as the last sits opposite him eating a burger. He has sauce on his face. He is Afro-latine with messy 4C hair and a confused expression. Behind him are paparazzi taking flash photography. A big yellow text box behind him reads "WHAT —- UCK?" his head prevents you from knowing the full sentence, and the first letter of that last word. A mystery lost to time and space.]
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Hello friends! 💖
My online store is now open, you can get: zines, charms, badges, stickers and prints! 🤩🤩🤩
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(It's a new platform that aI'm not used to yet so if anything isn't working properly please let me know. 😔)
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Gettin this out before tomorrows eps - still thinking about that wall slam
(continued on Patreon hehehehe)
ID: 1a. Close up on Stede in his new red shirt, holding a quill in his right hand. He looks up from his work with a furrowed brow as there is a loud crash and clattering of scattered objects offscreen. Stede asks, "Ed? What are you doing?" 1b. Reverse shot, full body of Ed, dressed down in his black undershirt, leather trousers, and boots, posed awkwardly against a standing wardrobe. He is leaning back against it, legs too far out and shaking with the effort from his core, one arm splayed against the surface and one arm above his head. On the floor next to him, an ornate golden candelabra has fallen over, holders snapped off and candles rolling away. Ed looks over at Stede, embarrassed, and replies, "Uhh...seducing you? That wasn't expensive, was it?" 1c. Close up on Stede again, smiling at Ed with hooded eyes, quill feather trailing thoughtfully over his cheek. "Oh?" he purrs. 1d. Repeat. Stede startles, realizing the implications, and moves to stand from his seat, flustered, repeating, "Oh!!"
2a. Shot from behind Ed, the wardrobe close up in the foreground and Stede's desk beyond, the cubby bed in the wall between them with curtains half closed. Stede rounds the desk and hurries toward Ed, one hand held out as if to stop him from taking off, shouting "I'm seduced! I'm seduced!" In the foreground, Ed heaves himself off of the wardrobe, leaning forward slightly with one hand braced on the door and the other on his lower back. He says, "Oh, good. Ow." 2b. Shot of them both in profile, knees-up, as Stede reaches Ed, arms held out hesitantly as if waiting for permission to grip his waist. Stede asks, red-cheeked and concerned, "So you...are we ready for this?" Ed grins at him, replying, "I said slow, not glacial, babe." He braces both hands on his back and leans his upper body backwards with a loud 'crack!' Stede mumbles, "Alright?" Ed assures him, "Never better." 2c. Repeat. Ed leans back again against the wardrobe, more confidently this time, back arched, right hand braced above him and left hand at his hip, curling a single finger in a 'come hither' motion. He grins up at Stede through his eyelashes and teases, "Hop aboard, Captain." Stede immediately straightens up, eyes going wide and face burning red.
3a. Zoom in, waist up. A blur of motion as Stede rushes forward, gripping Ed by the front of his shirt with both fists and pushing him backwards past the wardrobe to slam into the adjacent wall. Ed reacts with wide-eyed surprise, cheeks flushed, stomach exposed, one hand flying up toward Stede's shoulder. 3b. Repeat. Stede crowds Ed against the wall to mash a passionate kiss against his mouth, fists gripping his shirt tightly beneath their chins. Ed immediately melts into it, eyes closing, right arm looping around Stede's neck and left hand pressed to the side of his throat. 3c. Zoom out slightly as they break the kiss, Stede moving his head back only enough to make eye contact, their noses still overlapping. Stede, looking a bit bashful, asks, "Too much?" Ed smiles giddily at him, flushed and pleased, right arm winding tighter and left hand moving to cup Stede's cheek. Ed replies, "No, no, not at all, mate. I'm into it." 3d. Repeat. Satisfied with the consent given, Stede pushes forward again to kiss at Ed's neck, hands releasing their death grip on his shirt to start moving underneath it, cupping Ed's pecs. Ed lets his head fall back against the wall and throws both of his arms around Stede's neck to keep him close, one leg hiking up against his hip. Ed giggles, still wearing the same silly, satisfied grin, and quips, "Not so much of a gentleman in the sheets, eh?" /end ID
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[ALT TEXT:
Panel 1) Tommy looks side ways at Saquoro's phone as it buzzes.
Panel 2) Saquoro's phone displays a new message. Her background is a Latine boy - Caleb from the first page - doing a peace sign. Cat ears, nose, and whiskers have been drawn on him in baby pink.
Panel 3) Tommy points at the phone and asks Saquoro a question. "Hey, is that your brother! He looks different."
Panel 3) Saquoro raises a hand to her mouth "Oh, no – that's Kaleb James." Tommy speaks off panel, his confused face in the speech bubble "Who's Kaleb James?" Toulouse smirks "Oh, Tommy Boy. Are you in for it."
Panel 4) Saquoro gleefully info dumps on a bewildered Tommy. Pictures of a smiling a fashionable Kaleb James illustrate her speech as Pink Shojo bubbles and hexagons sprarkle out of her. "OMIGOSH. So Kaleb James is the biggest pop star ever! Well, he's more popular with girls than with boys – but whatever. Who cares what they think? Anyway, he wrote a song when he was only 14, and became a mega superstar and now at 18, he's a REALLY BIG DEAL! He's just a really great singer and performer. Blah blah blah blah"
Toulouse's smirk widens "Can you tell 'Ro is his biggest fan?"]
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