Ennysimmer

she/her | 30+ | swe | ts2/ts3 | wcif friendly

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Welcome to my Simblr!

Thank you for stopping by :> I'm Enny. I write stories in The Sims 2 and The Sims 3.

Currently playing: TS3 - Lovell Lepacy TS2 - Pleasantview

Currently on hiatus: TS2 - Neptune - a build a city challenge

Discontinued: TS2 - The Pleasant region - an uberhood

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What a beautiful sunset wedding :')

Well... at least it could have been a beautiful wedding ceremony.

Yeah, it was a disaster, alright.

“Fun” fact: I started three different save files while I was trying to figure out how I wanted to play this new Pleasantview. The first two times, Cassandra and Don ended up getting married. It was only in this third and final save that he decided to leave her at the altar.

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It was past midnight when Vera and Wilson finally got back home from the police station. The questioning had taken longer than expected, and the police had given them fewer answers than they hoped for. They knew search patrols were looking for Maranda, but part of Vera wanted to be out there looking, too. There was no way Wilson would let her, though. Besides, she wasn't sure her body and mind could handle anything more tonight. Trish looked up from her phone as the newlyweds dragged their feet into the house. "There you are," she exclaimed. "I was starting to get worried. How did it go with your friend?"

Vera opened her mouth to answer but immediately closed it again. She had told the police every last detail of their night so many times that she had almost felt disconnected from her own experience by the end. What was one more time, in the safety of her own home? But it felt as though her head was finally caught up. Whatever defence mechanism had carried her through the night was gone. It was just her and her overbearing feelings now, and she was exhausted. She looked down at the floor, hoping that Wilson would take the lead instead. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. She wasn't sure if it was for her comfort or his own; either way, it only made her feel worse. She stepped away from his touch and mumbled. "I need to get these clothes off of me."

"Vera... I'm sorry if I..." Trish started as Vera walked past her. "Did I say something wrong?" She didn't answer. She just went inside their bedroom and carefully closed the door behind her.

Trish looked at Wilson. "What did I...?" He sat down across from her with a sigh, but didn't say anything either.

"Wilson, you're starting to scare me. Talk to me. What the hell is going on?" "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "It's been a long night." He paused again, trying to buy himself some more time to gather his whirling thoughts. "Her friend is... missing," he finally said. "Presumed d-dead." He stumbled over the last word, as if by saying it clearly he would somehow make it come true. "They didn't want to say it, but..." "What?" She whispered in disbelief. "Who's they? The police? Have you guys been out looking for her all night?" He shook his head. "We went over to their house..." He swallowed. "There was so much blood, Trish. I..." She stared at him in horror. "Watcher. Wil... I don't even know what to say, I... I realized that something had happened, but I didn't... I'm so sorry." They both sat in silence for a while, both trying to process the night's events. "But the fact that she's still missing... that's a good thing, right?" Trish finally said, trying to bring some hope into this hopeless situation. "That means she can still be... alive, right? Do they know who... Are there any suspects at all?" Wilson cleared his throat. "Her husband was still in the house when we got there. We thought he was d-dead at first, but... He was just passed out drunk. They think that he..." He couldn't even finish the sentence. "Watcher, Wilson," she whispered. "I'm really sorry that you had to... That's really fucked up." He nodded, and another long silence followed. "Do you want me to stay, or if you two need to be alone I can take the kids over to my place-" "No, let them sleep. We'll... talk to them in the morning, but thank you, Trish. Really, for everything. You and Chris should go home, though. Get some rest. I'll call you tomorrow."

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Hello friends :>

I took a week off from writing and spent most of my time playing Pleasantview instead. I've been having a lot of fun returning to the world of ts2 :) Yesterday, I finally felt like getting back to editing my Lovell drafts, and I've been enjoying the writing process more again. A break really does do wonders. Who would have thought... :)

I'm currently working on the next post, and I'll most likely publish it later today or tomorrow. I'm also toying with the idea of posting some fun Pleasantview moments. I think it would be fun to break up the heavy stuff with some more lighthearted Pleasantview drama. It would be very casual and low effort, but fun. That's the idea, anyway. Hah.

The birth of this new Pleasantview also marks the official death of my uberhood, The Pleasant Region. It's been dead for quite some time tbh, but I've now deleted the save, so it's officially discontinued.

I think that's all for this little blog update. I wish you all a lovely weekend ❤︎⁠

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Serves you right, Maranda thought as she watched Ronnie get escorted away by the police. No matter what the investigation led to, the court of public opinion should side with the missing woman who had been tragically abused by her husband for years. She was counting on it, and she trusted that Vera’s testimony would be enough to sway most of the doubters. Even if the corrupt justice system would fail them in the end, the rumors should be enough to ruin Ronnie's life, and Maranda would walk away the winner. Maranda watched Vera bury her face in her hands as her husband put his arm around her shaking shoulders. She looked away. "Hey,” Pawel hissed behind her. “Are you done gawking?" She gladly turned her back on the scene by the cabin, cringing a little from the pain of the stab wound in her leg. At the very least, it helped her push the image of the crying Vera out of her mind. "I've seen enough. Let's leave." She put out her cigarette, carefully putting it back in the pack. She didn't want to leave any evidence behind.

"Not until I've seen the money," Pawel replied. He was leaning against a tree only a few steps from where she was standing. She could barely make him out in the dark, but she imagined he was wearing a frown, as he had been so often lately. "You don't trust me now?" "Sorry, hun. I need to be careful. Even with you."

She walked over to him, each step more painful than she'd like to admit. "Are you fucking limping?" He asked. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine." "Did he hurt you?" "No," she snorted. "He returned home with his tail between his legs, like he always does. It didn't take much to get him to start drinking." She wasn't about to admit she had stabbed herself in the leg, so she quickly changed the subject. "You'd better start counting the money, because we really should get going." She threw her backpack at his feet. "You were the one insisting on meeting up this late," he muttered as he lifted it to check its contents. "Right by the crime scene, too. I should have left you to your fate for being so reckless, and don't get me started on this fucking plan of yours... You should just have let us handle him-" He suddenly fell silent, staring at her. "You cut your hair." "Whatever. It worked," she retorted, ignoring his last remark. "Now all I have to do is disappear." He just shook his head and started counting the money. Her weariness grew as she waited. The image of Vera crying kept invading her mind. She tried focusing on the pulsing pain in her thigh instead. "Well?" She asked impatiently. They really needed to get going. "Everything seems to be in order," he finally said. "Let's go. I parked the car-" "What about your end of the deal?" She interrupted. "I don't have it on me, but don't worry. It's in the car. Your new passport and everything. I'll show you when we get there." "And how do I...?" "I'm driving you halfway. My associate will meet us there and drive you the rest of the way to Starlight Shores."

"You're not coming with me all the way?" She immediately regretted her question. She realized how it must sound to him. There was a slight pause before he answered. "No." "Whatever," she muttered in a clumsy attempt to save face. "My work is here, Mar," he said more softly. "Besides, the whole point of this is for you to start over somewhere else. The fewer connections you have to this place, the better." She pressed her lips together, pushing her feelings of disappointment deep down. "I said I don't care, okay? Let's get moving." He glanced at her, but said nothing.

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Some of my favourite shots from Strangetown - Round 1 🌵☀️

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"I think... he's breathing," Wilson whispered. "L-look at his chest. It's moving... right?" Vera didn't look at Ronnie. She looked anywhere and everywhere but at the horrifying sight before them. Not that it helped much; the image of the violent scene was already burnt into her mind, and the smell of blood quickly became overwhelming. Compared to this, not knowing felt like a safe haven, and she wished she could go back. She wished she could undo everything and go back to their simple family life. She would have taken anything before this. Anything. Wilson took a hesitant step forward. "Vera... I.. I don't think that's his blood. Where is...?" She forced herself to glance around the room. There was a backdoor to their right that stood slightly ajar, letting in a light breeze of fresh night air into the otherwise overheated cabin. If she had taken a few steps towards it, she might have seen the trail of tiny blood stains leading outside, but she didn't. She stayed frozen to the spot, staring at the door, while her mind pictured one horrifying scenario after another of what might have happened to her former friend. This is all my fault, she thought. I should have known better. I shouldn't have encouraged her. I should have listened to Wilson. I should at the very least have kept a close eye on my damn phone.

"I don't know..." She finally whimpered. She couldn't stand the heat or the smell any longer. She had to get out of there. "I... I need fresh air." "We have to call the cops at this point, right?" Wilson nervously asked as she started stumbling back the same way they came in. "I don't know..." She repeated, feeling her stomach suddenly turn. "I think I'm going to be sick. I have to... get out." "I'll make the call. This... It's a crime scene. We can't... not anymore. We have to call them."

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Enjoy some of my favourite shots from Pleasantview - Round 1 💭🍃

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Thirty minutes later, Vera and Wilson exited their cab at a safe distance from Maranda's and Ronnie's house. It was dark by now, and the street before them lay empty and quiet. Neither of them said anything as they slowly started making their way towards their destination. The only sound breaking the silence was their echoing footsteps on the pavement. There was something eerie and foreboding about this silence, Vera thought as they walked, but she wasn't sure if it was just her already tense mind playing tricks on her. She grabbed her husband's hand and held it tight, trying to focus on the safe feeling of his presence instead.

It took them about three minutes to walk the short distance. The house, which was more reminiscent of a cabin to Vera, was well hidden among trees and shrubbery. Under different circumstances, she would have thought it cozy and homey. Now it seemed unwelcoming and desolate where it was standing, isolated from the other houses on the street.

It didn't take long for them to notice that something was off with the quiet scene before them. Someone had crashed a car into the stairs leading up to the cabin, and the front door stood slightly ajar, but not quite enough to give a clear view inside. Vera squeezed Wilson's hand as they stood there, looking for any signs of life. But everything was still and quiet. Too quiet, Vera thought. "The door is open," Wilson whispered. "Should we just...?" "I guess so..." She whispered back, even though she wanted nothing more than to turn and leave this place far behind.

They quietly started making their way towards the cabin. By the time they were ascending the stairs leading up to the porch, Vera was barely breathing; the tension weighed so heavily on her. As they finally reached the door, she forced herself to take a deep breath and carefully lay her hand on the wooden surface, glancing at Wilson, who gave her a short nod. She pushed the door open, and the sudden creaking sound made them both jump. "Shit," Wilson exclaimed, way too loudly. "Sorry," he then muttered quietly. Vera stood very still for a moment, listening and trying to calm her racing pulse. When there was no sign of movement inside, she stepped into the darkness.

It took a few seconds for her eyes to get well enough adjusted to make out details in the small hallway, but the smells were there instantly: a combination of wood, smoke, earth, and something faintly metallic. "Are you smelling this, too?" Wilson breathed. "It smells like..." Blood, she finished his sentence in her mind. She wasn't sure where that assumption came from, but that's where her mind went. "Vera, I don't think we should..." But she wasn't listening; she had noticed the bags standing in the hallway. "She was planning on leaving him," she quietly mumbled to herself, remembering what Maranda had said. She also remembered what he had done to her after she'd revealed her intention to him. Vera's feet somehow carried her forward, further into the cabin. She moved despite being scared of what she might find, because to her, not knowing was even more terrifying. She had to know. Please, let her be okay, she thought as she took another step. She had never given much thought to the existence of a Watcher before, but in this moment she hoped that something or someone out there was hearing her pleading. Please, let it not be too late. "Vera," Wilson hissed behind her. "We should leave. We should-" A few steps further into the cabin, her eyes fell on the living room, and she let out an involuntary gasp. Wilson was there in an instant, his hand protectively on her waist, as he peeked over her shoulder. "What the fuck..." he whispered.

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Vera knew deep down that it wasn't her fault. How could it be? How could she have known that she should have kept a close eye on her phone on this particular night? It had been quiet for two months; why would tonight of all nights be any different?

But the moment she saw all the notifications of the missed calls and messages from Maranda, guilt and fear washed away all rational thought. She frantically scrolled through the messages, trying to make sense of the random letters showing on the display. But it seemed to be all there was to it: random letters without meaning. She couldn't help but feel that the point wasn't the messages themselves but their urgency. Something was wrong.

Please pick up the phone, please pick up the phone, please pick up the phone, please...

After the fourth call had gone to voicemail, she knew she couldn't waste any more time. She couldn't even allow herself to stop and think things through.

On shaky legs, she made her way over to her husband, who was busy chatting with Trish and blissfully unaware that she was about to disturb the joyful peace of their wedding day. She grabbed his arm and said in a hushed tone. "We have to go." "What, now...? But-" "It's Maranda," she interrupted, hearing her own panicked frustration seeping into her voice. She knew he would oppose this, and they simply didn't have time. "We need to go over to their place." She wasn't sure where to find her, but it was the only place she could think of to start. He frowned at her. "Vera... we can't just... This is not the time." "We have no choice," she insisted, glancing at Trish, who was quietly watching them. Vera wasn't sure how much she was willing to say with her standing there. "Something's... wrong." "It's our wedding, Vera, and what about the kids? What about all the guests? We can't just leave." Shit. The kids. "I..." Trish looked between them and offered. "Leave it to me, I've got it. I'll let everyone know you had to leave on some urgent business, and I'll get the kids home. I can stay with them for as long as you need me to. You go deal with this." Her demeanor was uncharacteristically serious, and despite not having a clue what was going on, she had offered her help without question. Vera gave her a grateful look. "Thank you, Trish." She smiled. "Don't mention it." Vera turned to her husband again, and she could tell he wasn't convinced. Without knowing what else to say or do, she touched his hand and whispered. "We have to, Wilson."

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The wedding part 3/4

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The wedding part 2/4

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The wedding part 1/4

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All those Fall 6 growing pains of The Mess are now in a pdf over at my public Mega folder.

Thank you for reading. 🍂🥰 Hold onto this fall warmth, because the next season is brutally cold. ❄️🥶