#niamh plays sims

[omgkayplays]

just your typical supernatural family

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 screenshots #simblr #decided to remake the twins using the play with genetics #so everyone say hi to their ma and da #my sims: marie #my sims: aidan #my sims: niamh #my sims: conor

[princemick]

I didnt realise I wa as tired as I am but I let fell asleep just now I'm gonna crash

#pls my brain is OFF #was gonna make graphics while calling w niamh n fran but I am so tired so ill prob play the sims #kyle.txt

[anachronisims]

Get to know you: Sims Style

thanks @eulaliasims !

What’s your favorite Sims death?

What a macabre start to the survey lol… I hardly ever let my sims die, so kind of none, but my least least-favorite is probably dying of fright.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Club Crimson and GoS foreverrrrrr (but I'll take whatever's out there, I really don't care tbh)

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Lol you can tell they wrote this survey for TS4 players… yes, sometimes the game makes them not-fat anymore and I'm like… no, really, that's not how this sim's metabolism works thanks

Do you move objects?

…do you NOT?

Favorite Mod?

There are a lot of new good ones but hands-down my ultimate all-time favorite is the Community Time mod by crammyboy, as later tweaked by Chris Hatch. I cannot live without this mod and it is 50% of the reason I hate playing TS4. Why is it suddenly an ISBI anytime someone leaves the house? Who wants to play that game??

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

Livin' Large

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

(a)LIVE Mode wtf do you also pronounce gif like the peanut butter?

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Any of my Meraki founders, they are my forever darlings

Have you made a simself?

Not since 2009

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Ew, gross. Natural: Shrapnel (which is BROWN), and Unnatural: HMX

Favorite EA hair?

Again… gross? #hideeverything

Favorite life stage?

Child, probably

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

The eternal question, isn't it?

Are you a CC creator?

I'm a CC adapter.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I'd like to think so! Shout-out to @niamh-sims, @fireflowersims, @fracturedmoonlight, and @gayars

Do you have any sims merch?

No but there is a plumbob tshirt on my Christmas list

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Technically yes, but I never posted my swimmable pond tutorial there because #adhd

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I was definitely a casual player/serious CC collector for most of the first decade of the game. I was probably one of the first people to experience pink flashing from overloading dense, urban neighborhoods, and the game never being able to handle my dreams (in aLIVE mode) limited my actual playtime substantially. I took a couple years off and then in 2016 or 2017 came back enraptured with the Test of Time challenge (and modifying the ToT challenge rules as much as anything). Meraki is my third iteration of that, working past neighborhood corruption (1ST attempt; 4th gen) and founder fatigue (2nd attempt; barely got off the ground, it was just too weird trying again). Now (lately) I'm back to regular modern play (which means CC collecting and neighborhood setup, apparently).

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Today, Jacky93sims lol. ATS for longevity. Adele for details. HS for the infinitely useful Arizona sofa lol

How long have you had Simblr?

Probably… 2018-2019? I think I got the idea for Meraki around the time of my honeymoon and that's when I came up with the name 'anachronisims,' and my prior tumblr was just a general purpose thought repository.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite?

Seasons. In any game. Seasons.

impossible to keep track of who's done these already especially since i can't keep a close eye on my dash so i assume these folks have already done it BUT i tag: @fireflowersims @fracturedmoonlight @moocha-muses @frauhupfner

#text post #simblr memes

[simbury]

Get to know you- Sims Style

@clouseplayssims and @niamh-sims tagged me <3

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Death by satellite, it is just so random.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

I generally play a mix, my skins are MM but my hairs are definitely alpha.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Nah it is up to my sims if they want to get fit, they have to roll the want.

Do you move objects?

Yup. could not live without it.

Favorite Mod?

Mortia's greeting mod!

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

I know we had Makin Magic.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

UMM, Live like alive. I never knew this was a debate lol.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Celestine although she is technically not made. She is the absolute best however.

Have you made a simself?

I have one in game. I love simselves.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

I don't use any ea hair colours. My favourite is Io's Serqet. So creamy.

Favorite EA hair?

I do not use them! My CC hair folder is a major issue atm because I am completely revamping it.

Favorite life stage?

I love having children around.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I love both.

Are you a CC creator?

I may dabble a little, perhaps. Not as skilled as I would like.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I have a couple ride or dies, and a few that I chat to fairly regularly. I worry that I annoy people so I tend to be fairly shy unless people talk to me first.

Do you have any sims merch?

Oh I don't think so? Should I?

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I do but it has very few videos on it.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I had all the old school gothic/emo CC in my game, then went hyper realistic modelesque, before finding The Regacy and Di's Victorian legacy, and figuring out I could have a Regency themed game in like... 2009 and I have never looked back.

I also have a pink game where everything, and I do mean everything, is pink.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Ohh @shastakiss or @curiousb maybe? It would be a loooong list.

How long have you had Simblr?

2013, wow a decade of mediocrity!

How do you edit your pictures?

Photoshop. I crop and edit any things I am going to remove with the bandaid tool etc; and then run my action which edits/colours/adds my frame and saves.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

Apartment life or Bon Voyage!

Tagging @nervosims, @jacquiesims, @simmingregency, @potential-fate, and @deatherella <3

#alice rambles #alice does memes apparently

[phynoma]

HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN

As a countdown to Halloween, I'm sharing the original statements I wrote for the Consuming AU! (<<click for ao3 link) The statements function as horror shorts that work on their own, and I'm proud of them, ngl

Without further ado:

Statement 1: The Chocolate Pot

CW: Manipulation, supernatural compulsion, accidental dead-naming, drowning

[Tape clicks on. Head Archivist’s Office]

ARCHIVIST

Statement of Corey Garrett, regarding his discovery of a vintage, silver chocolate pot. Original statement taken August 9th, 2007. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

It was an estate auction that did it.

My cousin, Niamh Flaherty and I, would get out of mum's house by taking our bikes up and down Elvendon Lane. There aren't a lot of turnoffs, and it's one of those narrow, country lanes that seems like it keeps its own secrets. We were lonely, in the way that two young adults in the countryside could be: on the edge of adulthood and the fears of being cast into the unknown, even as we longed for it with all our fledgling desire for flight.

It was the end of summer, and Niamh was visiting from Limerick, and we were terribly bored with country life. Just eighteen, the both of us, and playing at being proper adults. Independant, all that. Both of us had a thing for antiques–though I’ve lost a bit of my taste for it, now–and we were incorrigibly curious.

There's not much that goes on around Woodcote that the whole village doesn't know about, so when Niamh and I saw the lorry at the end of a short drive, nearly blocking the narrow road into town, we stopped. The drive itself was far too small for the mini tipper to navigate; just a blind opening to a gravel track so overgrown it could have just been a path into the woods that would end, like a fairy-path, with no house or sign of humanity in sight.

My parents had moved out to the village when I was at school, and I didn’t know whose house it was that had attracted the house clearance auctioneers like flies to a decaying corpse. All I knew was folks that needed seven tonne lorries were likely old and rich, and that sounded like a magic combination. A proper treasure hunt, you know?

Maybe it was a bit ghoulish, but the idea of a dusty, mouldering house of forgotten and unwanted treasures really got to us–Niamh and me. Like I said, Niamh and I were still pretty young, but I was always impressed with her. She seemed sort of worldly, always got men's attention. She wasn't that pretty, I don't think–well, I mean, I don't know. I'm her cousin, aren't I? But she had a way about her, something that drew people in. I could never figure out if I was jealous of her or if I wanted to be her.

Anyway, watching strangers pack up a lorry with some old, unlucky geezer's worldly treasures might not seem like a good time, but we made the most of it. We made guesses of what was in the boxes, what kind of person they'd been, why they didn't have any family to collect the goods. It was an “adult” kind of fun, nothing kids would be interested in, but now that Niamh and I were grown up we could watch the delivery men carting boxes and furniture down the dusty drive and feel like we were gossiping like real people, real adults did. We were so hungry for a world beyond us.

And there was plenty to gossip about. Crates of old knickknacks and rubbish– porcelain table sets shaped like too-quaint dolls, ratty old tapestries from the 70’s made to look mediaeval and missing the mark– that sort of thing. We sat on our bikes across the lane and kept our eyes peeled for the priceless artefacts we knew we’d spot among all the junk. With our keen, young minds we had a plan that if we did see anything, we’d be the first down at the auction houses and charity shops in Reading to snatch it up. Ghoulish, like I said. But at the time we felt very clever and sophisticated as we guessed at values and made crude but cutting remarks.

We could see a bit of the house from the road–disappointingly normal, all told. Renovated maybe in the mid-90s, one of those monstrosities that was probably a fine thing when it was built two centuries ago and which had been “upgraded” nearly out of existence. We were guessing at how terribly the inside had been refurbished when a woman wearing a cream suit left the front door. For a moment, I could have sworn she looked right at us, down by the road. And she smiled. I don't know how, but I could feel it, like an itch behind my teeth. Then she turned and disappeared behind the hedges and fruit trees that blocked most of the house.

I shook off the shudder that half-imagined smile had given me, and put her from my mind. In any case, Niamh hadn’t seemed to notice the woman. I’d have almost thought I’d made her up, except after a good ten or fifteen minutes she appeared again at the bottom of the lane. She must have walked all the way down, and her cream suit was coated in a fine layer of dust. She held a small crate in her hands.

I don’t know how, but I knew that crate was full of the treasures Niamh and I were waiting to see. I tried to be subtle watching her, but Niamh and I were the only ones on a long, lonely lane, so it was pretty obvious we were gawking. I expected an annoyed glance, maybe, or for the woman to shoo us off. Instead, she looked up. Our eyes met, and I got that weird feeling again, like she was…amused, somehow. It turnt my stomach right over.

I didn’t notice that Niamh had grabbed my arm until later, when I saw the bruises, because I was so focused on that woman. She walked over to us with that little half-smile, the crate still in her arms. She said her name was…I think it was Karen? Karen…something common, I think, but like an old man name. Withers, maybe.

Anyway, she came right up to the both of us and asked if we had known the owner of the house. I don’t remember what we said–if we lied and claimed we did, or what. The answer didn’t really seem to matter. She said the owner had been old and eccentric, and he hadn’t had anyone to leave his belongings to, so they’d been called in. Hope Charities, she said, and pointed at the lorry. There wasn't a name painted on it or anything, but the men doing the loading were wearing white coveralls with B&H on the back. Don't know what the "B" stood for.

She– Karen– showed us the crate. It was open. Inside was a jumble of knick-knacks, exactly the kind of thing you’d expect: a couple of old books with faded dust covers from the 50s or 60s, some miscellaneous silverware, a snowglobe that was nearly opaque from the dissolved snow, a single Skittles pin.

She said it was a box of the things they didn’t think would sell, and offered to let us take anything we’d like. She smiled when she said it, and the smile didn’t match her eyes. Even though it’d been what we were hoping for, I was suddenly uneasy. It didn’t feel like we could say no. I wanted, desperately, to say no. I think I hoped Niamh would do it for me.

Niamh took a book–at random, I think–and I picked up a tarnished chocolate pot. I had half a mind that I could give it to my mum as a birthday gift, with a bit of polish. Karen nodded like I’d made a good choice and gave me one more of those little half-smiles. It reminded me of a crocodile, somehow.

“Enjoy,” she said, and brought the crate back to the lorry to be packed away.

Niamh and I went home after that. There wasn’t much more for us to do, really. We laughed about it, about how we thought we’d been in trouble. Niamh said I must have charmed her with my wicked good looks–but Niamh was always the charmer, and she didn’t seem to realise I didn’t have her way with people.

She showed me her book. It looked like it’d been a library book at some point, and the dust cover was a bit torn. It had one of those generic, oil-painted landscapes as the cover art, of a circle of grey-green mountains with a blue-grey sky behind. It was called A Very Windy Day, and I didn’t know what possessed Niamh to choose that over everything else in the crate. When I asked her, she shrugged and said it reminded her of something.

In the end, I was rather proud of my chocolate pot, and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to shine it up with some of my mum’s old Wright’s jewellery cleaner. Niamh settled down with her book–I don’t know if she was actually that interested in it, but after my teasing she made a point of reading it in front of me. She even read a bit out loud–something about big spaces and the ever-expanding entropy of the universe. It was way more dry than I expected, and it made me feel sort of funny and small, so I told her to read to herself.

The chocolate pot shined up nicely, though it took a good deal of time. By the time I looked around to ask Niamh something, she had left with her book–probably to get away from the smell of the cleaner. I was a little miffed that she hadn’t said anything to me; but then again, I had been rather focused.

I cleaned the inside of the pot, and noticed that it was in good shape but had some strange scratches on the inside, like someone had gone in with a wire scrubber at some point in the past. The scratches weren’t deep enough that I was concerned it would be unsafe to drink from, and I resolved to make some tea in it, just to try it out.

I steeped a few bags of breakfast tea directly in the pot itself–after all, if the thing was to be used for brewing chocolate, it shouldn’t have any sort of flavour itself, and there was no point in putting hot water from the kettle into the pot and then pouring it over bags from there. But when I poured the tea into my cup, it was almost black, and thick as mud. It had a strong, earthy aroma that wasn’t unpleasant– a bit like a very strong, very unsweetened cocoa.

This was rather off-putting, but I figured to myself that perhaps I hadn’t cleaned the inside of the pot as much as I’d thought, and the hot water had now cleared it out. The vaguely-chocolate-like scent could be from years of accumulated grime, for all I knew. I poured out the rest, washed out the remainder, and tried again.

The second steeping, the stuff was a little thinner, and the aroma thick but sweeter. Perhaps, I thought, the boiling water was doing its job to scrape out the inside of the pot. I poured it out again and resteeped it a third time. This time, the liquid was a warm, golden brown, like a well-sweetened and milky cocoa mixed with cinnamon or turmeric. It smelled mouthwatering.

I realised, belatedly, that I hadn’t added the teabags at all, and couldn’t help but wonder if that had been the reason for the odd black sludge the first time. Whatever the reason, the fact was now that this chocolate pot was a more exciting find than I could have ever hoped for in my attempted grown-up adventure-seeking. I allowed myself a bit of childish delight, that I had something truly special.

Of course, I wasn’t a fool– I wasn’t about to start serving this mysteriously appearing chocolate to my family without some more research. I did some internet research and found very little in the way of magical chocolate pots or cursed items. There was absolutely no record of regular chocolate pots creating chocolate from hot water, although there was plenty about cast iron and other sorts of well-seasoned kitchenware, and some tales of Chinese clay teapots being used for so long that one only had to pour in hot water to get tea.

This seemed unlikely for my silver pot, but I clung to the idea that there was at least some reasonable explanation. I would have even taken a reasonable supernatural explanation–anything that meant I wasn’t simply going mad. And, just in case I was somehow hallucinating the sight and smell of the chocolate, I figured a few other senses were necessary.

For some reason, it was very important to me that I was alone. The childish feeling was stronger; that I had something special, something precious, like a stuffed animal worn to an inch of its life. I wanted to test the chocolate pot in privacy, in a little tent of my own making, someplace dim and close and warm. I imagined sharing chocolate with Niamh like we had as children in a fort made of cushions and blankets, our small hands wrapped around second-best china, in a small, dark world of our own. Safe. Intimate.

I locked myself in the bathroom and climbed in the tub, pulling the curtain around me in as much of an approximation of a fort as I'd allow myself. I poured myself a new cup of chocolate and dipped my finger into the liquid. It was pleasantly warm, not boiling, and thick and silky smooth. I rubbed it between my fingers, marvelling at it, and then without thinking I licked it from my fingers.

It was delicious, just as rich and sweet and full as it smelled. Emboldened, I took a sip directly from the cup. Flavour exploded over my tongue, rich and complex and very clearly chocolate. I finished the cup within minutes and poured another. I was starting to rethink my idea to gift the chocolate pot to my mother, when I could just as easily share its contents with her but keep the pot to myself.

I refilled the pot only once with more water–which I got straight from the bath tap– and looking back, that should have been an alarming sign. At the time, I was simply amazed at how the flavours seemed to change with every cup, perfectly setting off the previous so that each was distinct. It was impossible to tire of, and it seemed to spread through my stomach and then my whole torso and limbs like a good scotch.

I was feeling pleasantly warm and buzzing when Niamh returned. Again, I didn’t hear her come in through the door, but she was suddenly there, in front of me, asking what I was doing. I hesitated, wondering if she would want a cup. Dare I share my magic? Of course, I decided, with a warm, happy surge of devotion. How wonderful, to share in the chocolate pot! How lovely, to be embraced together in such a remarkable creation! It occurred to me that everyone was deserving of such a gift. Perhaps I could sell it. Even better, I could give it away. I could open my home to any and all and share this incredible, magical drink that tasted like the very essence of comfort!

But first, I wanted to share it with Niamh. I wanted to capture a bit of that childhood we'd been so fierce in pushing away. I invited her into the tub with me, my sanctum, my fortress.

It was then that I noticed how distant Niamh's eyes were–as if she were in the room with me, but not. I felt as if she were looking at me from the other end of a very long tunnel, like a mineshaft. She stood in a square of light, while I crouched safe and warm and hidden in the dark. It pressed around me. It was deep, fathomless, but the pressure was comforting. It was the darkness of the womb, of a mother's arms who would never grow too frail, would never turn away. There was no need to fear growing old, there. It was a place where we could huddle in the dark and drink chocolate and always be children.

By this point, it felt as if the chocolate was in my very blood. Its thickness coated the inside of my oesophagus, my mouth. In a slurring, muffled voice, I offered my cousin a cup of the magical liquor. She refused, her eyes still empty.

I felt a surge of despair that she should be so far from me, when all I longed for was closeness. I took Niamh's hand, and when she tried to pull away with a cry of anger, I simply wrapped my arms around her instead.

For a moment, it felt as if I were holding a thousand stars in my embrace–or a million dandelion seeds, about to be blown away by a breath of wind. Niamh wiggled in my embrace and then, all of a sudden, slumped against me. As I hadn’t anticipated this, I could only lower her as slowly as I possibly could to the ground, where she lay curled and sobbing. Her face was a mask of fear and anguish. She draped over the tub, spilling the pot over. Dark liquid poured from it, thick and endless, clogging in the drain and slowly rising.

I righted the pot and handed her a cup of chocolate. This batch was dark as a moonless night and it smelled bitter and woody, but it was still obviously chocolate. When Niamh trembled so much that she would spill it, I helped tip it into her mouth.

At once she became still and quiet. Her eyes were wide and very dark, and she stared at me as if she had seen unknowable horrors.

I drank the rest of the cup, as she seemed uninclined to finish it, and felt the bitterness prick through me like deadly nightshade. My head swam. For a moment, I was drowning. My mouth was filled with thick nectar, and it ran down my front in muddy rivers. My eyesight blurred.

For some reason, my only thought was that I had something in my throat, and that the solution was clearly to wash it out with more chocolate. I poured another cup with shaking hands and slipping gaze, and when I spilled it I simply raised the chocolate pot and poured the sweet liquid directly into my mouth.

There was no end to the flowing chocolate, and for a moment I had a vision of the chocolate continuing to pour, and pour, until it flooded the room and down the street. I imagined the faces of the village as they saw the approaching wave, surprised and then delighted. I pictured them licking their hands like I had, or scooping up teacups full of the stuff to fill their own, hollow bodies. Like a children's story, a fairytale. All was innocent and sweet again, simple. I could save the world with my chocolate pot. All I had to do was keep pouring.

I could imagine how it would sit in us like ballast, thick and choking and so full that no one would ever have to feel loneliness again. To be embraced, inside and out, in thick, sweet nourishment. It was horrible. I had never imagined anything better, or worse. If I’d had any air left in my lungs, if the chocolate wasn’t already pouring from my mouth in an endless fountain, I would have screamed and not stopped. I sobbed, for the fear that I might never reach the beautiful image in my head, the promise of an endless, close embrace.

I felt arms around me, and then Niamh was trying to force the stuff from my stomach, my lungs. I coughed and choked and only managed to let more of the chocolate fill in the last bits of air I had. I was drowning in it. No, that's not right–it was swallowing me. I lay back in the tub that was slowly filling with chocolate and knew it would be my tomb.

I saw, rather than felt, Niamh’s hands pound against my chest. The tub could be our tomb, if only Niamh would join me. I tried to grasp her hand, to pull her into the warmth with me, but the chocolate coating my hands was too slick and she pulled away.

I wailed for her. My consciousness slipped. I was sinking into a deep, black pit of primordial warmth, and I knew I would never escape.

Except…well, I did, didn’t I? I’m still not completely sure how. I think Niamh did it, somehow.

I woke in my bed, with a horrible pressure headache, and Niamh at my side. I could have sworn, in the moments before I woke, that I heard her reading aloud to me–though I can’t recall the story, I do have a vague memory of her setting aside that little hardcover book she’d taken from the crate when I woke.

She explained that I had fallen asleep in the bath, of all places, and nearly drowned. I asked about the chocolate pot, and she seemed confused for a moment. I reminded her about the house, and the crate, and her eyes lit up. She brought to me a small, silver teapot and claimed that this was the thing I had chosen.

I was so tired that I hadn’t the energy to argue with her, and simply decided to ask about it more when I woke again. By the time I did, I could hardly recall what the original chocolate pot had looked like, and I couldn’t truly confirm whether or not the teapot she showed me was the one I had taken from the crate.

Niamh left at the end of that summer, and besides a few emails, we’ve mostly lost touch. It’s too bad, because we were very close once and I have a strange feeling that something that happened that summer contributed to her distance. She moved to Switzerland, I think, to be a ski instructor.

I gifted the silver teapot to my mum after all. She adores it, and it makes very good tea. But sometimes, whenever I’m drinking something, I get a thick, sweet taste on the back of my tongue like the finest of chocolate.

Statement ends.

ARCHIVIST (CONT.)

If I’d read this a year ago, I’d have dismissed it out of hand. It's exactly the kind of urban legend I'd expect would flood the shelves. But perhaps The Magnus Institute is a far less interesting or gratifying audience for such creators of tall tales than the usual, hungry internet forums.

(sigh) Nevertheless, there are a few details of note.

[Paper flips]

ARCHIVIST (CONT.)

(clears throat) Hm, excuse me, it seems that–Cora Garrett has not suffered any long term effects from her experience.

(to self) Note to self, re-record the intro of the statement using the correct name and pronouns.

(aloud) From the preliminary follow-up, it seems like Cora spent a few days in the hospital to get rid of what appeared to be a sudden case of pneumonia. No police report was ever filed, and we've had difficulty tracking down any relations to the original owners of 15 Elvendon Lane, assuming that number 15 was, indeed, the correct house. It was certainly the only house on auction around the correct time. It seems to have been renovated by the new owners, and there are no pictures online of the original house to try and match to Cora's description.

Karen Withers, or Smithers, or whatever her name might be-- the auction agent-- does not seem to exist–either in the Reading area or beyond. I am exceedingly curious to know who and what she is, or if she even exists. For all we know, she could be an invention of Cora and her cousin to explain away an adolescent break-in, or a hallucination like that of a (heavy sigh, dry) overflowing chocolate pot.

The most interesting piece of this statement, to me, is of course the reference to A Very Windy Day. The details are vague, but it could very well be a Leitner, and if that's the case I–

[Door opens]

ARCHIVIST (CONT.)

Ah. Martin.

#tma #the magnus archives #horror shorts #fanfiction #original statements #the consuming au #jonathan sims #the Archivist #fanfic #ao3 #phynoma #phyn writes

[tipsypixel-sims]

PINNACLE PEAKS' YEAR ONE SUMMARY PART II

Klick >here< for PART I.

Officer Harper decided a police dog would be a good addition to the neighborhood and help her on her patrols. So she called an old friend and Pinnacle Peaks had gained not only one but two new residents within a week.

In addition to managing the settlement's daily affairs and having to play mediator between resident scientists, the SimCity government and the SCIA, Finley had another big project planned: Establishing the power supply for Pinnacle Peaks. And she knew just the sim who could help her! Together with their aspiring city planner and brightest physicist the three of them startet the planning-process.

With fall coming to an end so did the construction of the windfarm and electrical substation. The town funds were pretty much depleted, but everybody was happy to finally have more electricity than what their rooftop solar and photovoltaic cells were producing.

Just before the first snow fell, Finley managed to have a radio-telescope and -tower built as well as some telephone poles. Since the SCIA offered to pay half it only cost the town 5,000§.

Over the course of the first year many new relationships blossomed and old ones deepened.

Flora and Carter discovered that their feelings of friendship had changed into something more. And after years of being friends, they didn't need a lot of time to decide that they had found their forever person in each other.

Caleb and Quinn started to spend more time together and soon had their first date.

Bree had unexpectedly found a friend in jasper. And although the two would never admit it to themselves or to others, there was definitely some flirting going on.

Niamh and Rae spent many summer nights camping out near their fields. They stayed up till long into the night talking, and sometimes doing... other stuff. But they both weren't quite sure what and if they were ... anything?

To everybody's surprise, Finley and Fergus started dating, after Fergus kissed the mayor when they bumped into each other at the farmer's shop one day in autumn.

And while many relationships lasted and devolped... (Caleb & Quinn | Flora & Carter | Bree & Jasper)

...others didn't. (Niamh & Rae | Finley & Fergus)

To celebrate winterfest, Finley organized a Secret Santa Gift Exhange. Some were more excited than others, but overall everybody was happy with what they got.

And Finley, who was really pleased with herself for having the idea was even more pleased to see everybody get along so well after this first eventful year...

But just as the year was coming to an end, a visitor arrived and disturbed the quiet of Pinnacle Peaks. The SCIA had sent Agent Callista Silva to check on Pinnacle Peak's progress. And while Finley made sure to show her around and checked all the boxes of hospitality and friendlyness, she was relieved, when the agent finally left again.

And that marks the end of Pinnacle Peaks first year.

#pinnaclepeaks #year one #pinnaclepeaks: year one summary #ts2 #sims 2 #bacc #build a city challenge #ts2 bacc

[smallcatsims]

TAG 7 PEOPLE YOU WOULD LIKE TO GET TO KNOW/CATCH UP WITH

I was tagged by @simbury

last song: Roslyn by Bon Iver

last show/currently watching: Rewatching Parks and Rec for the 100th time. 

currently reading: Umm, well I have a library book I’m working through on domestic life in victorian england, I’m rereading the twilight books (originally to reference for a fanfic but that’s done and now it’s just because i love the books lol) and I’m writing an actual longform asoiaf fanfic so I’m having to reread chapters and flip around to remind myself of how george writes each character’s mental “voice,” some of the actual miniscule plot elements i didnt remember, and stuff like how vaes dothrak is laid out and what it looks like, etc. asoiaf lore is way more complicated than twilight and the fic is supposed to be actually canon compliant and serious unlike my twilight stuff. (except for the dragons purring like kittens when people pet them lol) But I am NOT going to read through all five of those again cover to cover right now, I’m just not. Sorry for the rant.

TLDR: I’m reading multiple things and writing fics 

current obsession: My friend kept recommending Baldurs Gate 3 to me, which I was having fun with, and then that made me want to replat Divinity Original Sin 2 again.. so yeah Idk when I’ll be playing sims again whoops. I will try to finish the careers in a somewhat timely manner at least  and I still have story posts queued up.

Feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna :)

@profesionalpartyguest @nalooksthrough   @maggiplayssims @niamh-sims @kidinthenight  @penig  @timberllania 

#non sims

[clouseplayssims]

are you named after anyone? Yes, a model who at the time was in the news for a scandal. Delightful, really.

when was the last time you cried? Like... two weeks ago? I got really frustrated with my medication not working.

do you have kids? Negative ghostrider.

do you use sarcasm a lot? No. Never. Of course not.

what sports do you play/have you played? Used to play soccer but I was terrible at it.

what’s the first thing you notice about other people? Posture because mine is garbage and I mentally compare.

eye colour? Blue, mostly.

scary movies or happy endings? Scary Movies bby.

any special talents? Telling stories. I'm a kickass DM.

where were you born? Arizona.

what are your hobbies? Gaming, crafting, watching random youtube videos, sewing, minding the horde.

do you have any pets? Two cats and two dogs!

how tall are you? 5'2 and a counter-climber for life.

fave subject in school? Art & English. Hated history which is fucking hilarious now.

dream job? Current one, which is doing whatever I want.

I got tagged by @nervosims and I'd like to tag @episims, @niamh-sims, @simbury, @esotheria-sims, @lilleputtu, and @asimplevampire but feel free to ignore if you'd rather not :)

#non sims

[helene2troie]

Get to know you- Sims style

Thanks for tagging me @niamh-sims and @12raben! I used to play TS1, but have been playing TS2 pretty much since it came out!

What’s your favorite Sims death?

So I've been playing for year and years, but I still haven't seen some of the deaths (like the murphy bed one?). I'm going to go with the satellite-falling-on-Sims death, just because the first time it happened, I was totally unprepared for it, I didn't know it was so risky to have Sims sky-gazing! XD

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Alpha CC all the way.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Nope.

Do you move objects?

Yes, both for building and moving Sims past annoying obstacles.

Favorite Mod?

Recently really loving the trait-related mods, and my community lots couldn't function without the visitor controller.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

It was the complete TS1 set with all the expansions.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Live like aLIVE. But never really stopped to think about it until now.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Probably Madeline Morleigh from my old victorian hood. Love love her cheekbones, I still use that Sim as a base sometimes when making other Sims.

Have you made a simself?

Nope.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?/ Favorite EA hair?

I don't use any Maxis hairs except the bald and the cropped hairstyles

Favorite life stage?

I don't have much of a preference, I'm just not a fan of the infant stage, I frequently age them up to toddlers with some cheats.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Depends on the mood. I sometimes have this grand idea and spend hours decorating, only to arrive at something completely different than what I wanted to execute. But mostly gameplay. Recently I'm also posing and decorating for picture-taking, that's fun too.

Are you a CC creator?

I've tried, only to discover how hard it is! I want to get a little better at it, because I have a lot of ideas, but I'm not skilled enough to execute them yet!

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Not really. But everyone is super nice, and I love following other simblrs doing BACCs/medieval/historical NHs!

Do you have any sims merch?

No.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

No.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

As soon as I discovered what CC was all about, I started spending a lot of time hunting down cool stuff. I used to have a fantasy-ish NH, and I even uploaded a few stories on the Exchange a while back (ages ago!)- it was actually pretty formative, because it taught me (very basic) picture editing. After a long break from the Sims, I came back to it and created mostly Victorian-ish NHs, like with my first simblr @janyasims2. Then I got bitten by the medieval CC bug, and I got excited about this new medieval/zombie apocalypse challenge, which I started posting over at @ts2mortalswar. Sadly I lost this save because of computer issues. Now back to medieval-ish content, over at @ts2cambremon, but mostly using the Sims as a way to worldbuild and weave in stories with gameplay. The Sims is such a versatile game, I have taken long breaks from it before, but I keep coming back to it!

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

@sunmoon-starfactory, for all their amazing sets!

How long have you had Simblr?

It was during the covid shutdown! So... April 2020?

How do you edit your pictures?

I try to edit as little as possible because honestly it's not something I enjoy, so I usually just crop pictures, and that's pretty much it. If I'm feeling fancy, I'll add some light gaussian blur and make the colors a little warmer. I usually rely on in-game lighting, especially with colored lights, makes all the difference.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

Open for Business! (also the 'fame/hollywood' one for TS1 was amazing, I really wish we could have had something similar for TS2!)

Tagging @esotheria-sims and @equinoxts2 !

#ts2 #sims2

[12raben]

Get to know you- Sims Style

I have been tagged by @niamh-sims. I play TS2 for the most part. VERY rarely, I create a sim in TS1, play a little, get bored quickly. But I have fond childhood memories of playing TS1 with my friends. I very briefly played TS3, but my PC was not able to handle it, when it came out and I was just not into it. I don't play TS4 anymore, because it makes me angry.

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Of all the games? In TS1 when my sim had been turned into a frog and was eaten by a dragon. That was pretty memorable. In TS2 it's a hard pick between beeing scared to death, because the sim peeped into a coffin or when they use the business perk and choke to death. (Just looked it up. I meant Rally Forth.)

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

It depends. Maxis Match is better for a modern setting. Alpha CC better suits my medieval game.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Just in the beginning. I use a randomizer to determine their weight and manipulate it ingame with simblender. What happens afterwards just happens.

Do you move objects?

Very often. Though sometimes it's easier to turn it off. (e.g. when placing windows and doors.)

Favorite Mod?

This is hard. Would you say, that lazy duchess rcp launcher is a mod? It kinda is, right? So that. And if that doesn't count... ACR. Because it is more versatile than Romantic Standards and it has been a reliable source of ingame drama for many years.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

Ugh, that was so(!) long ago. It was TS1. Either Hot Date or Livin Large. Can't remember.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Live like aLIVE. Though this argument is really not my cup of tea. I always though of it "beeing live", like "live on TV".

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

I had a teen girl named Madleine Hlothran in Twinhills. She was a very fortunate combination of her parents genes, though I didn't really "make" her in Bodyshop, I got lucky in CAS.

Have you made a simself?

Quite often. Sometimes I sneak her into my game as an NPC. There are multiple versions depending on the CC I'm playing with. Sometimes it's fun to see my sims interact with her.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Honestly in TS2 I like the "custom" haircolors very much. I don't give them often to my sims.

Favorite EA hair?

My favourite hair is the pink version of this hairstyle.

Favorite life stage?

I like teens. I like their drama, their interactions and the voices.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I really like gameplay, but I have phases, when all I want to do is build. I want my lots to be perfect though. So all lots are in a constant wip-stage.

Are you a CC creator?

More or less. I make smaller edits in simpe for myself quite often, but sometimes I share stuff. Mainly Bodyshop CC and occasionally a neighborhood map.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

No. I had many pleasant exchanges with the community though. Everybody has been very nice (so far)... 😚

Do you have any sims merch?

No.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

No, but I often thought about starting a channel. I made a lot of machinima, when I was younger, but alas not anymore. But speed builds? Tutorial-esque videos? I would probably only upload once a month, but.... 🤷‍♀️

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Can you imagine, that I played a really, really, really long time without any CC? I think, I had my first CC, when freetime came out. My english was worse back then, so half the time I did not know, what I was doing or how to install stuff properly. By chance I stumbled over Windlebridge, a massive CC intense hood (wayback machine link, it'll take sometime to load). I wanted to have that. And that was when I started to really get into modding TS2 (and learning english) From that time on, I flipped inbetween historical and modern gameplay. I still think both styles can be great fun. My current CC folder for medieval game is very puristic (only 7 gigs), but I am aiming for a fantasy game next. That is something new and sounds very exciting.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

This is hard. I want to say @midgethetree. Such a generous and patient person and so many great mods. Just gorgeous.

How long have you had Simblr?

My first post was on 30th january 2015. But is this the day I joined? Probably not. I' pretty sure, I was lurking at first.

How do you edit your pictures?

I use Gimp. Usually I just use it to resize pictures.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

TS1: Makin' Magic TS2: Seasons

Tagging @withlovefromsimtown & @helene2troie

Happy simming :)

#sims #sims 2 #ts2

[wolfavens]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Aaah thank you so much for sending this! I adore your sims too ❤️😊

I'm currently playing 3 households aside from my globetrotter challenge and I'm copletely obsessed with my newest sims Niamh and Marco so... have some random facts about Niamh

1. Born in Henford - currently resides in Britechester  2. Writes angry girl experimental songs about feminism, injustice and depressed writers 3. Has changed majors twice and by this point believes she will never graduate 4. Loves poetry, her favourites being Emily Dickinson, Pablo Neruda & Sylvia Plath 5. speaks without thinking and gets herself into ridiculous situations... always

#and wait till you meet Marco #he is such an arse #they even torture me in sims form #running around the town stealing shite from neighbours #*shakes head* #anyways thanks again for sending this ask! #<3 #oc:niamh

[wildmelon]

I know theyre your MCs but I would LOVE to play with NIAMH GALADIIR if you wouldnt mind sharing her tray and cc list. I understand if not! <33

aw thank you! yk what, i'll think about it, bc there are a few of my mc sims who are so cute and i don't give them enough attention and it might be nice to see ppl play with them! 🫶🏼

#ask #thesimslover6669

[princemick]

I played the sims during like 2 hours of a call w fran and niamh and I accidentally clicked on the exit without saving and I'm

#gonna kermit #kyle.txt

[equinoxts2]

Purple Soup Reply

@niamh-sims said: Oh no, you got purple soup on Linux? Do you have a partition of straight install? I wonder if that makes a difference?

I have a partition, which may or may not make a difference. I still think it’s much easier to play a TS2 game on Linux without the soup, I had to generate a pile of object thumbnails and enter the same lot five or six times before it happened to me. Thankfully my game is still fully playable and I haven’t had it since then, but I was just as devastated as you were, Ten!

#sims 2 #ts2 #sims 2 linux #ts2 linux #purple soup

[simbury]

I haven’t done replies in so long!

@squeezleprime - thanks so much I was hoping it didn’t look like “too much” but I fell in love with it. I love landscaping!

@niamh-sims - me too! I have had 4/12 surgeries currently needed. My contrast vision is low and I am blind in one eye but playing is still possible currently which is amazing. I’m back at uni next month so I do get more childcare and more freetime (paradoxically) and I have some videos coming to youtube and some gameplay!

#alice replies to things

[marculees]

I fucking accidentally saved over my sims file with my sister and now she wants to kill me because all the lots weren’t saved ✌️💀

#we still have all the sims people except ones we didn’t play as which is like two people #but we never saved our houses or shopping centres or McDonald’s etc. #hhhhhhhhhh #I am stupid 🤡 #I wasn’t paying attention and even though I asked her to remind me to not save over it’s still my responsibility at the end of the day #rip #whenever I contributed to making builds she would slag me off #she cares a lot about build and buy BUT she could have saved her builds at least #I’m trying to make excuses lmao #if she loves building so much though then maybe she will love a blank canvas now 🥴 #my gay bar got deleted now but I’m gonna make an even better one next time ❤️🏳️‍🌈 #she’s giving me the silent treatment rn though which is awkward since the os4 is in her room LMAO #💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 #rambling on main #niamh plays sims