#ts2 simfic
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Pepper: Fire’s getting kind of low.
Teagan: It’s Milo’s turn to get more wood.
Milo: What? No, I went last time.
T: But I’m pregnant. And I’m comfy.
M: What about Pepper?
P: I’m the reason she’s comfy!
Raquel: Before you ask, I’m very busy with this marshmallow.
M: Fine. Ollie can go.
Oliver: Sorry, Mai-Tai, but I’m going to be busy cuddling Ray as soon as she’s done making me another s’more.
R: Who said it was for you?
M: So I have to go because I’m the only one that’s single? This is discrimination and I don’t have to take it.
T: Miiiiiilo, please? The baby will get cold if the fire goes out. Do you want the baby to get sick? Milo. Are you trying to kill my child?
M: Fine, I’m going. I’m going!
P: Hurry back. It’s your turn to tell a ghost story, too.
M: So let someone else get firewood!
O: And miss story time? Milo, sometimes you can be really inconsiderate.
M: Right. Hey, Ollie? If your bed gets apple-pied, it wasn’t me.
R: Careful, Milo, you’re gonna kick over your beer.
M: Wh- frig!
M: *grumblegrumblegrumble* Hold on, d-did you guys hear that?
P: No.
R: No.
O: Nope.
M: I definitely heard something. Y’all are going to be really sorry if I get murdered and eaten out there.
T: I would miss you, but I’d also applaud your sacrifice.
O: Ooooh, maybe you’ll get eaten by a werewolf. Just like on your vision board.
M: I don’t have a vision board. Just because I saw Teen Wolf a few -
O: - dozen, a few dozen -
M: - once or twice at the dollar theater doesn’t mean I've lost touch with reality. I know werewolves aren’t real. I’ll probably just be killed by a bear or an axe murderer.
*whimper*
okay, that was definitely a noise and I’m going to check it out because i’m an idiot and this is how i die
*whimper* *pant*
M: Oh, Watcher, that looks . . . but you’re still breathing. You. You stay right there, pooch. I’m going to get help. I-it’s going to be okay.
M: Okay, okay, good, it - it doesn’t look as bad as I thought, I must have been panicking-
O: Milo, that is not a dog.
M: What? Of course it is, what else would it be?
R: Milo, I’m a biologist, and that is a wolf.
*whimper* *scrabble*
M: I get it! I have a thing for werewolves and it’s hilarious! Look, even if he is a wolf, I want to help him. There’s a wounded animal right here, are you jerks going to help or what?
T: I bet we can rig a stretcher from one of the sleeping bags.
P: Are those glasses? What are those doing here?
O: Grab ‘em! Maybe they belong to the wolf.
*rustle* *shuffle* *roll*
*snuffle*
*gasp*
Ken: -wha - where?
K: Right, ouch, this looks like the Foster Cabin and I’m . . . not wearing pants. Wonderful.
M: Brought you some water, Pup! You must be thirs-
M: -wh-who the heck!
K: Ah!
K: I know it’s hard to believe, but I swear I didn’t just . . . break in through the window to steal a sweater like a lunatic, haha, a LUNatic -
M: You’re saying you’re a werewolf. You’re saying werewolves are real.
K: . . . I am providing reluctant but grateful proof that werewolves are real, I guess! Oh, b-but I promise I’m not dangerous! Or bloodthirsty. Or, or . . . violent. I mean, we’re not bloodthirsty, feral monsters. Werewolves are -
M: - so cool! I have a million questions. Do you have a human form or are the ears a permanent thing? Do you have a pack? You must serious healing mojo - duh, that’s why you were already half healed when I came back with the gang! I thought I was seeing things. Is your side okay? Oooh, do you have super strength? Can all werewolves shift into full wolves or-
K: That’s - okay, slow down, that’s a lot of questions. Um, I do have a human form - I heal quickly (but thank you for bandaging me up. My side feels a lot better) - I’m only a little stronger than a normal Sim unless it’s the full moon - I don’t exactly have a pack right now, that’s why - um, that’s why-
M: Actually, hold on, I forgot the most important question . . . are all werewolves as cute as you?
K: Oh! That’s - I don’t - that, that’s not a scientific question at all.
M: Yeah, but answered, they definitely aren’t. Gosh. Uh. Are you - are there rules about - I mean, do werewolves ever -
*veryloudstomachgrowl*
*stomachgurgle*
K: . . . the whole super healing trick uses up a lot of calories.
M: That makes sense! You know, Ken, for a ravenous werewolf . . . you're not very frightening.
K: Sorry to disappoint you.
M: I didn’t say I was disappointed. I’m seriously not - So! Do werewolves like lasagna?
M: Shit. That sounds . . . really dangerous. Not that I don’t think you can handle yourself, I just . . . okay, so this is going to sound completely insane and creepy but you know we’re just here for a weekend, right? So if you need to blow town, you could just . . . come home with us? We could smuggle you out in the trunk.
K: I-
M: No, I know, but . . . well, Owl Creek’s actually a really nice place? Ray, that’s my sister-in-law, works at the Oceanography institute and she’s always complaining about how understaffed they are. I know I’ve known you for like, three hours, and you spent half of that as a dog, and I sound like I’m setting one of us up to be horribly murdered, but - I just have this . . . feeling? Like I could toast all your marshmallows and you could toast mine.
K: . . .
M: - aaaand that sounded super creepy and now I have to try and fold myself into the fireplace. Awesome.
K: . . . I-I’m actually really good at toasting marshmallows.
M: R-really?
K: Ahem. Pretty much the world-champion, in fact.
M: It’s going to take a lot of time and toasted marshmallows to prove that.
K: I suppose you’ll have to keep me around.
M: My couch actually folds out into a reasonably comfortable bed? It’s got a broken spring, but-
K: Oh, that’s fine! Werewolves don’t really have to sleep.
M: . . . That is so cool.
#ts2#the sims 2#the werewolf in the woods#werewolf boyfriend#all-in-one post#simfic#milolink#kennethlink
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Gay life in 1970′s Downtown Veronaville
Roger is a romance sim who dreams of becoming a world famous chef, but where can he find the time to build his skills? Between his roommates and boy toys he barely has time to watch the cooking channel, let alone open a book. And who has the money to actually practice recipes? It seems that the love of his chosen family (and the love of many horny downtownies) is enough to keep him happy. And who knows? Maybe his charm alone will be enough to find a career beyond fast food.
Marco is a family sim who wants to get married, have children, see his children get married, and so on. For most sims this is a simple task, but Marco will have to find a new way of doing things. Marco has his fun downtown, but the men here seem to only want woohoo. At least its better than Veronaville, where murder over love and family honor are the talk of the town. And all that over a couple of straight teenagers! Who needs the stress of finding a boyfriend in that kind of place? He’s not willing to hide who he is to have children the old fashion way, and adoption from an agency seems to be out of the question. Maybe the world isn’t ready for a sim like Marco, but maybe he can find another way to create a legacy.
Myra is a popularity sim who wants to be friends with the whole world. Too bad not everyone wants to be friends with her. Sure, she’s popular within her circle. Roger’s flings certainly love to see her face across the breakfast table. Plus she’s popular with the ladies. But in the professional world her friendliness and magnetic personality only go so far. She dipped her toes in politics, but the only thing she accomplished was getting put on a watchlist. They thought allowing a Southeast Asian woman in the room during the height of the Vietnam war was a risky decision, but they didn’t anticipate her radical politics. Now she works as a hostess at a local restaurant. The restaurant figured a pretty girl with a charming personality would be perfect for the job, but Myra wants to find a new path. Everyone says careers are becoming available to women, but employers still see Myra as just a pretty face.
Janay is knowledge sim, but she isn’t sure what she wants from life. Unfortunately she didn’t receive the best education from Downtown’s public schools, and never had the time to build her skills. Now she’s making up for it by studying and practicing her skills every chance she gets. She loves painting, but her work rarely sells. When money is tight she picks up a few shifts as an EMT, but without a college degree her career growth in the medical field is limited. Janay wants to try everything, and her abilities in both the logical and artistic side of things means she can be good at almost anything with enough effort. She has no trouble finding women to connect with, but there is always something missing from the relationship. Sometimes she wonders if there is chemistry between her and Myra, but she is scared to potentially lose one of her best friends. And if it doesn’t work out, it might just to be too awkward to share a room with an ex-lover.
Jackson is a knowledge sim, who could probably find a career in nearly any professional field. However, his passion is rock and roll and he is damn good at it. The trouble is there’s no gigs in town. It seems every venue has their resident musicians and nobody is willing to give him a chance. His father always wanted him to become a lawyer, but he dropped out of law school to follow his dreams. Yes, lawyers can help change the world for the better, but Jackson figures musicians can too --even unsuccessful ones. He tried his hand at love, but his taste in a physical appearance leans a bit older. And he hasn’t had much luck with older men. They just don’t get him or his music. Not to mention most of them have families, and Jackson is tired of being a side piece. So for now his focus is on music and friendship.
Cliff is the newest addition to the household. He is a popularity sim juggling high school and his personal life. He is the middle child of five siblings. Growing up his brothers teased him for his gentle nature, which escalated to fist fights, which in turn nearly changed him. His father is in the military and he expects all four of his sons to follow in his footsteps. One night he snuck away from his isolated family home in Veronaville and took a taxi downtown. He met Jackson and Marco at Rodney’s hideout and a handsome boy his same age, named BJ. Nearly every night he would sneak away from his chaotic household to meet with Jackson, Marco, or to go on a date with BJ. This hurt his already strained relationship with his father, and he lost his mother as a best friend as a result. One night his father found a bouquet with a love note attached from BJ. The already tense relationship escalated and they became enemies. His once wonderful relationship with his mother turned less than pleasant. The only family member he could still count on was his twin sister, Diana. However, this wasn’t enough for Cliff, so he ran away and told Marco everything. Luckily, the household welcomed him with open arms and they are all determined to give him a better life.
Here is Cliff lounging at the house during his summer vacation. Diana is the only family member he contacted since leaving, and while he is no longer furious with his parents and brothers, he is not yet ready to repair the relationships. For the first time he is happy with his life. For a popularity sim he was never exactly popular in Veronaville, but now he is thrilled to have built lifelong friendships with the other members of the household. He finally has the support system he missed out on as a child, and he can’t wait to see what the future holds.
Here is the household gathered around the record player, chatting about the latest movies. You might be wondering how they all ended up together, but it is quite simple. Marco and Roger had a short lived relationship that didn’t work out, but they remained best friends. Myra and Jackson have been long time BFF’s. Marco sewed an outfit for Jackson so he could grab more attention while busking, and they hit it off. And Janay met Myra at an anti-war protest. With each of them lost and without a place to stay at one point or another, the household grew, and their friendships grew, and they formed a family. The arrival of Cliff has them all looking back on their own childhoods, and they realize it takes a village to raise a child. So who knows? Maybe more lost kids will come their way, and maybe they can make a difference for the next generation of Veronaville rejects.
#sims 2#sims 2 storytelling#ts2#ts2 gameplay#veronaville#the sims 2#sims 2 stories#sims 2 pictures#historical sims#historical sims 2#70's sims#sims decades challenge#gay sims#queer sims#the sims#simblr#sims 2 screenshots#simfic#simfiction#1970s#sims nostalgia#the sims gameplay#sims gameplay#sims stories#sims storytelling#sims 2 neighborhood#fiction#storytelling#70s veronaville#found family
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Chapter I is here.
#together in our sweet solitude#together in our sweet solitude simfiction#victorian simfiction#the sims 2 victorian#the sims 2#the sims 2 historical#historical simblr#simblr#ts2#cassandra goth#don lothario#simfiction#simfic
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Breakfast
Lilith&TriCOu
A pleasant crackling fire in the fireplace made Lilith wake up.Already two weeks “living” in this terrible house she began to sleep restlessly,shudder even from the slightest rustle.Despite the fact that the threat of her first days in the trap was over,the reflex continued to act.
After a second of thought,the young Pleasant slowly raised herself.There was an unpleasant weakness in the whole body.The mood was tired, as if she again had to get up in a hateful school.However, now Lilith would prefer to sit for several hours at a boring classes, than to be an involuntary captive here everyday.
Who would have thought that her running away, and the desire to explore the beautiful gloomy mansion would turn into such an unexpected test to her psyche.The test in which she really had to believe in the existence of ghosts.
The dead heirs of the once rich gothic family were her peers.Both were unpleasantly surprised by the appearance of an uninvited guest, but the degree of dissatisfaction was completely different.One of them, Fricorith, was the first to speak with Lilith, and because of the circumstances he became her only hope of salvation...
When Lilith finished rubbing her eyes, throwing off the remnants of sleep, she noticed something on the floor.
Closer to the edge of the carpet lay a paper bag, and next to it was a coffee cup.This was a surprise, since the "Dark twin" has not received such gifts in all this time.
Out of curiosity,Lilith decided to look at the food brought to her.Rising from the dusty couch, she slowly sank down.Nude knees felt stiff nap surface.
Feet and hands seemed to be filled with a small portion of lead.It could make anyone nervous.Young Pleasant somewhere heard,that when fasting from a novice limbs can be taken away, as there are not enough nutrients in the organism.And although she was not interested in this theme, she had to experience a similar effect on herself.
Crawling on all fours, Lilith presented the situation worse than the current one.She was indebted to those who did not leave her to die of hunger.Who managed to bring "at least chewing gum”.It was surprising that Fricorith found a way to bring her food and drink.
But there was one problem.The house still did not want to open the doors, and attempts to break at least one window were unsuccessful.Lilith somehow swung the kitchen chair and almost immediately regret this decision.In retaliation for her desperate and compelled vandalism, the house caused hallucinations.At that moment she understood - Fricorith did not lie when he told about the curse.The house really was alive, like a huge tree.
However, there was one way to deliver food stocks-the chimney.Unfortunately, the head of the old, but strong pipe did not allow to carry things a little more in size, so I had to be content with small portions.Plus, it was not always possible to get a lot of food from a cafe, which, to great luck, was located across the road.
Sitting down near the bag, Lilith pulled her tense hands to it.Picking up a brown package, she felt a rather heavy weight.
Starting wider to reveal the rustling edges, the "Dark twin" had previously counted on something modest,...
...but what she saw exceeded expectations.
For joy, Lilith began to pull out the contents of the bag.Inside were a few apples and peaches, two handfuls of strawberries, three slices of pizza and a small chocolate cake.It was worth celebrating!There was a desire to eat everything at once,but she needed to save,so it was enough to limit one fruit and a piece of something from the "unhealthy".
Looking at the fascinating flames, holding a slice of pizza and a cup of coffee, Lilith fully enjoyed this moment.Delicious food and a source of heat could quickly cheer up anyone.Her soul felt comfortable, despite this difficult mystical adventure.
She again took a sip of the still hot drink and exhaled blissfully, feeling warm inside.Deciding, Lilith turned to the window on the left side.
-THANK YOU!-she shouted to her disembodied savior.The "Dark Twin" did not know whether he was here or rested in his grave, but she wanted to say words of gratitude from a pure heart at this minute.After waiting a few seconds, Lilith returned to the meal, thinking about the opportunity to once again thank her new friend for the care,but closer to midnight.
That's just it was not urgently needed, because she was heard.
-Well, is she satisfied?
-Even more.
Fricorith rejoiced with her.Lilith smiled, and this brought relief to his ghostly heart.And,of course,reassured by the fact,that Lilith and this time will not be left without provisions.His post-death telekinesis ability was now more useful than ever.
-I wonder how much our house plans to keep her to itself.
-I want to believe that this is not for long.She will not be able to sit shut up all her life.Not like we once...In any case, we should help her.By the way, thanks for fulfilling my request!
Fricorith still managed to persuade his cousin,and Gvaudoin,although reluctantly, lit a fire in the fireplace.She rarely used pyrokinesis,and the reasons for this were enough.“Hot-tempered Tricou” was still not thrilled with Lilith’s presence, but at least she had already stopped trying to harm her because of uncontrolled emotions.
-Stop staring at her, it's time for us to come back! Soon dawn.
Fricorith did not argue, and followed her.It is a pity that morning was not a time for the dead, but closer to the night he would return, and again visit Lilith.
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My second miniature story о3о
Since I do not know much about the nuances in English for proper spelling, I definitely need a beta reader xD
P.S. Lilith&TriCOu -this will be the general name for mini-stories about these characters) In the future I plan to associate it with the genre of humor)
#lilith pleasant#fricorith tricou#gvaudoin tricou#house of fallen trees#simfic#alternative history#Lilith&TriCOu#downtown#sims 2#ts2#dorama131
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Chapter 54: Victims
Full chapter on Dreamwidth
(TW warnings: stalking, assault, blood )
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M: Actually, hold on, I forgot the most important question . . . are all werewolves as cute as you?
K: Oh! That’s - I don’t - that, that’s not a scientific question at all.
M: Yeah, but answered, they definitely aren’t. Gosh. Uh. Are you - are there rules about - I mean, do werewolves ever -
*veryloudstomachgrowl*
#ts2#the sims 2#simfic#the werewolf in the woods#i actually listened to stomach growling videos on youtube and i have no idea how to onomatopoeticize that sound
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M: - so cool! I have a million questions. Do you have a human form or are the ears a permanent thing? Do you have a pack? You must serious healing mojo - duh, that’s why you were already half healed when I came back with the gang! I thought I was seeing things. Is your side okay? Oooh, do you have super strength? Can all werewolves shift into full wolves or-
K: That’s - okay, slow down, that’s a lot of questions. Um, I do have a human form - I heal quickly (but thank you for bandaging me up! My side feels a lot better) - I’m only a little stronger than a normal Sim unless it’s the full moon - I don’t exactly have a pack right now, that’s why - um, that’s why-
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K: I know it’s hard to believe, but I swear I didn’t just . . . break in through the window to steal a sweater like a lunatic, haha, a LUNatic -
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*whimper*
okay, that was definitely a noise and I’m going to check it out because i’m an idiot and this is how i die
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M: Shit. That sounds . . . really dangerous. Not that I don’t think you can handle yourself, I just . . . okay, so this is going to sound completely insane and creepy but you know we’re just here for a weekend, right? So if you need to blow town, you could just . . . come home with us? We could smuggle you out in the trunk.
K: I-
M: No, I know, but . . . well, Owl Creek’s actually a really nice place? Ray, that’s my sister-in-law, works at the Oceanography institute and she’s always complaining about how understaffed they are. I know I’ve known you for like, three hours, and you spent half of that as a dog, and I sound like I’m setting one of us up to be horribly murdered, but - I just have this . . . feeling? Like I could toast all your marshmallows and you could toast mine.
K: . . .
M: - aaaand that sounded super creepy and now I have to try and fold myself into the fireplace. Awesome.
K: . . . I-I’m actually really good at toasting marshmallows.
M: R-really?
K: Ahem. Pretty much the world-champion, in fact.
M: It’s going to take a lot of time and toasted marshmallows to prove that.
K: I suppose you’ll have to keep me around.
M: My couch actually folds out into a reasonably comfortable bed? It’s got a broken spring, but-
K: Oh, that’s fine! Werewolves don’t really have to sleep.
M: . . . That is so cool.
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Ken: - wha - where?
K: Right, ouch, this looks like the Foster Cabin and I’m . . . not wearing pants. Wonderful.
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Pepper: Fire’s getting kind of low.
Teagan: It’s Milo’s turn to get more.
Milo: What? No, I went last time.
T: But I’m pregnant. And I’m comfy.
M: What about Pepper?
P: I’m the reason she’s comfy!
Raquel: Before you ask, I’m busy with this marshmallow.
M: Fine. Ollie can go.
Oliver: Sorry, Mai-Tai, but I’m going to be busy cuddling Ray as soon as she’s done making me another s’more.
R: Who said it was for you?
M: So I have to go because I’m the only one that’s single? This is discrimination and I don’t have to take it.
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*stomachgurgle*
K: . . . the whole super healing trick uses up a lot of calories.
M: That makes sense! You know, Ken, for a ravenous werewolf . . . you're not very frightening.
K: Sorry to disappoint you.
M: I didn’t say I was disappointed. I’m seriously not - So! Do werewolves like lasagna?
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M: You’re saying you’re a werewolf. You’re saying werewolves are real.
K: . . . I am providing reluctant but grateful proof that werewolves are real, I guess! Oh, b-but I promise I’m not dangerous! Or bloodthirsty. Or, or . . . violent. I mean, we’re not bloodthirsty, feral monsters. Werewolves are -
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M: Brought you some water, Pup! You must be thirs-
M: -wh-who the heck!
K: Ah!
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