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sisididis · 6 months
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I still can’t get over the fact that the only time Sebastian expressed doubt (and later remorse) about his actions was after we had cast Imperio at Ominis to allow Sebastian to leave the catacomb without fighting and effectively losing his best friend. [36:57]
Almost as if to say: Yes, I’ll dabble with Dark Magic. Yes, I’ll Crucio my friend and then resume the quest like nothing had happened. Yes, I’ll lie to everyone including my sister for her “own good”. But, oh, I’m drawing the line at having Imperio cast at my best friend. 
“Are you willing to sacrifice your friendship over this?” we ask Ominis, to which he replies: “I might be. How could I choose to stand by and watch him do this?” And when he’s offered to be put in thrall, Ominis reluctantly agrees to it because “it may just save what is left of [his] friendship with Sebastian.” 
I like to believe that, throughout their quest to save Anne, Sebastian comes to see Ominis as his last reminder of his morality. Even though Ominis holds little sway over Sebastian’s decision-making, I believe that the temporary loss of Ominis' opposition comes as a blow to Sebastian, because it is only then that he realizes that he’s lost the last person who’s tugging him back from his free fall into the Dark Arts.
“You need the relic,” we reassure Sebastian as we exit the catacomb. “I know, but not like this,” he says. “We’ve always looked out for each other - Ominis and I. I hope he knows that hasn’t changed.” His confession proves that he's aware that something profound had shifted in their friendship. Sebastian is past the point of no return.
“When we get to Feldcroft, I’d rather Anne not know what had to be done to get this relic. She thinks like Ominis. It’d only upset her.”
This almost begs the question: “Shouldn’t you ask Anne, the victim of the curse, if your sacrifice is worth the risk?” 
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windslar · 5 months
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While Reuben's at daycare, the parents will play.
Saffron and Cliff met up in town to spend some quality time together, taking cute couple selfies and playing a competitive game of Don't Wake The Llama.
From afar, a man who had a striking resemblance to Cliff laid eyes on Saffron and wished she hadn't been a taken woman. If only.
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good god it is genuinely freezing outside, the only thing i can think of is cuddling up with Foul Legacy
you getting home from work and quickly slamming the door shut to keep the wind out, your nose and fingers numb to the bone. you're wrapped in a thick jacket and gloves, yet you're still absolutely chilled from the biting cold outside, your body like ice. there's a faint chirp from upstairs, followed by hasty footsteps as your beloved Foul Legacy runs to greet you, but he stops short when he sees how badly you're shivering, sneaking over and gently nudging one of your numb hands with a whine. with a firm trill he pushes you over to the couch and sits you down, darting away to pilfer a few blankets from his nest to wrap around you. he pulls you close, cradling you against his chest and tucking the covers around your frigid body with a calming purr.
only when Legacy can hold your hands without yelping from chill does he allow you to get up, watching closely as you begin to make tea. he immediately tugs you close when you return, sniffing the mug you hand him and giving the hot beverage a few delicate sips. Legacy bumps his forehead against your shoulder, letting out a few questioning coos to make sure you're warming up and rumbling in delight when you nod. the world outside may freeze during the night, covering the roads and houses with shining icicles, but for now, you're cozy and happy by Foul Legacy's side.
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forgetalltime · 6 months
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Kolya Narukhin 1815 Lookbook
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A little lookbook for our founder, a young Russian nobleman whose career in the military recently came to an end. He dresses quite casually, but still fashionably.
CC used under the cut.
Genetics: eyes / blush / feet
Casual: hair / outfit
Going Out: hat / suit / boots
Formal: uniform / gloves (Base Game) / stockings (Base Game) / shoes
Riding: gloves (Horse Ranch) / boots
Sleepwear: nightshirt
Morning Robe: robe / boots (Vampires)
Uniform: uniform
Cold Weather: outfit
huge thanks to the cc creators!
@qrqr19 @peebsplays @simmerofthedawn @happylifesims @waxesnostalgic @vintagesimstress
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arcadewonder · 1 year
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natolesims · 1 month
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Winter's finally here
And so are the winter shenanigans. Bash is adjusting to his new life, and Ella keeps on working on her studies. She nailed her first term and we're proud.
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izayoichan · 1 month
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River nodded, grabbing the umbrella they had by the door, walking outside walking around the general area, calling out for his sunlight. He could sense the sadness through their heartlight, he had just been so into his own mind earlier that he had just seen it as his own. After walking about for a bit, he noticed a telltale, but luckily not that often seen deep blue light from a small hidden spot he knew his sunlight liked, and was also where they dried their laundry. River: You know… I think we will have to redo the laundry. He smiled softly at Lucas, who was already soaking wet from the rain, a strong dark blue glow around him which of course was why there was rain and thunder on an otherwise sunny winter day. 
River: I know it hurts.
Sitting down next to his sunlight, he makes sure they're both under the umbrella, even though Lucas was already drenched. River: And we have been expecting it for a while. Lucas: I know.. But to not see her again… The thunder that rumbled across the sky had River lift his head for a second or two, hoping it wouldn't scare the other animals too much. 
(Poses by @herecirmsims thank you for making them for me when I had an idea, and no poses that fit!)
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rainymoodlet · 1 year
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it’s a yard sard… a bale sale… a bake sake… shit. 🌵
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evilhorse · 9 months
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You will have a day of a hundred summers.
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weirdraccoon · 10 months
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MC *literally doing nothing special, just hanging out it an oversize t-shirts and shorts because of the heat wave*
Sebastian: Ugh. Why is that so hot?
Ominis: Global warming, Sebastian.
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aurorangen · 11 months
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He's finally in Windenburg!!
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aesopsharpmybeloved · 11 months
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local potions master abusing his considerable height, more at 6
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Tronblr, are you ready for this? The holy grail has begun. Here are the first 3 pages of the very first draft of the original script, dated January 26, 1981. More coming soon.
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Foul Legacy accidentally hurting reader content is 👁👁👌👌
Also never apologize for talking about your thoughts!! Your thoughts feeds the brainrots <3 /pos
well well well if you insist hehehe *lays my thoughts out on the table*
(warning for angst and blood/injuries)
Foul Legacy accidentally injuring you severely. he had gotten caught up in the heat of battle, the surrounding enemies thrilling Childe enough that he completely relinquishes control to the Abyssal monster sharing his body, Foul Legacy roaring in horrid, bloodthirsty delight. that was the only part of the Abyss he liked- the fighting, the fear in his enemies' eyes as he tore them to shreds, and both he and Childe revel in the carnage surrounding them when the last body thumps to the ground. Foul Legacy exhales, a slow, pleased growl rumbling from his chest, standing in a sea of corpses. suddenly someone calls his name and he twists around lightning-fast, spear flashing across whoever dared approach him from behind
you stand, trembling, eyes blank and wide with horror as you stare at the gash across your stomach, then you, too, fall to the ground
"NO!"
Childe lunges for you, wrenching back control and catching your limp body in his arms, ignoring the searing pain of the sudden transformation. desperately he shakes you, begging for you to open your eyes, say something, wake up- anything. but you're silent, the only sounds being faint, shallow breathing, and Childe recoils when he sees your warm, crimson blood stain his hands. his head aches, sparking painfully as Foul Legacy screams in anguish, clawing at the confines of Childe's mind, trying to get out and hold you, cradle you gently, care for you-
"Shut UP! How could you do this- HOW COULD YOU?!" Childe knows he seems crazy, shouting at nothing, enraged, but immediately he feels Foul Legacy flinch violently, wails of grief cutting away to sobs and cries, feeling Childe's hatred cut through him like a knife. there's blood on his claws- your blood- and Foul Legacy begins to weep, muffling the sound in fear of Childe's fury
silently Childe lifts you from the ground, expression cold as ice and a hand pressing to your wound as he begins to trek to Liyue. he'll save you- he has to, for you're the one light in the dark night of his life and if he loses you, he might as well be nothing but a cold, calculating tool of the Tsaritsa. he'll get you to a doctor and nurse you back to health, and then he'll get rid of Foul Legacy- that damned Abyssal parasite- for good
if he had bothered to listen, Childe would've heard soft, shaky sobs, heartbroken and mournful, and a mantra in his head repeated over and over and over again
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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Poppy: Hey Josh, sorry to keep you waiting.
Josh: No problem, I just got here. Are you ready?
Candace: Not so fast. We have to go over some rules first.
Poppy: Moom-
Candace: Either that or no date.
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paunchsalazar · 8 months
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I still think Formula 1 was designed for sports anime….
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