I dreamed I stood upon a little hill

Currently playing the Tate decades challenge - Eli - he/they - Gallery ID: Lightbulb4242 - WCIF friendly!

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~ Navigation ~

Hello, I'm Eli (he/they), and I apologize in advance for the useless hodgepodge of junk you'll find here.

This blog is mostly me playing the Sims 4 decades challenge, but lasting from 1750 to 1950 instead of 1890 to 2020.

My Gallery ID is Lightbulb4242 (no I don't know what I was thinking) if you want to check it out, and my main/Les Mis account is @everyonesequalwhentheyre-dead, so if I follow you/like any of your posts that's what comes up.

~ The Tates ~

From beginning

Most recent

Family tree

Characters

Currently in Gen 1, which at this point I'm assuming will last from 1750 to 1780-ish. I try to post an episode as often as possible, which I try to make every other day, but I do (unfortunately) have a life, and may skip one or more posts.

~ Disclaimer ~

The WBW challenge includes themes that may be triggering to people, such as:

Death, including that of children and infants

Sex and sexual themes

Gender

Sexual/romantic orientation

Pregnancy and childbirth

Race and racism

Sexism

Illness and injury

Disabilities

Class

Religion

I try to tag any triggering topics, but there's a chance I'll forget. If that's the case, you can send me an ask and I'll fix it as soon as possible.

(If you're wondering why the first ~10 installments of the series are reblogged, that was my old Simblr before I decided the username was boring lol)

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GONCHAROV (1973)

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Hello there! 

I’m Ellie and I’m restarting the state of my simblr! I’m trying to seriously dedicate myself to my blog this time and actually finish a storyline, but in the meantime I’d love to make more mutuals/friends who are also into the sims!

I plan on posting a short prequel story/gameplay for my decades challenge that is set in the regency era, as well as lookbooks and other general simblr things.

Although my blog will be primarily historic based, I love seeing other type of simblrs as well! So please, if you’re an active simblr, like/reblog and maybe we could be friends! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

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Day 1: Night on the Town (Ornamented 1830s)

Day 1 of the 30-day couple challenge by @shoobysims, made historical by @moon-simmers

CC under cut!

Hal: Outfit and boots

Jamie: Hair - Outfit

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30-day Couple Challenge: Day 0

Right here we go!

The couple I am choosing is my OCs, Jamie Gray and Hal Wiley. I'm trying to write a book on them (emphasis on trying) and it mostly takes place in 1860s America.

Quick character introductions below the cut :D

Hal (1841-1915)

Henry Peter Alexander Wiley IV (aka Hal) is the third child and first son of a prominent New York City newspaper owner. He develops chronic fatigue syndrome at age 18, which basically means he gets very tired very easily. Hal's closest childhood friend was Jamie Gray, and eventually their relationship grew to something more romantic. Just when they decide to run away together, the America Civil War breaks out and Jamie enlists (Hal's illness prevents him from joining him). They are reunited in 1862 when Jamie is shot in the leg (later amputated) during the Battle of Antietam, causing Hal to a fucking house and move Jamie there to recover. Past this I kind of have not figured out their plot past my boys grow old and happy together <3

Jamie (1841-1918)

Edward James Gray (nicknamed Jamie) is the second son and child of Andrew Gray, who struck it rich when Jamie was young, during the gold rush. Jamie grew up very much in love with his best friend Hal, and was devastated when Hal went off to boarding school in London. Later, when the American Civil War starts, Jamie enlists (mostly to get away from his abusive father). At the Battle of Antietam, Jamie (by then Lieutenant Gray) is shot in the leg, which later has to be amputated*. You already know the rest, he moves in with Hal and they live happily ever after yay :D

(in these screenshots Jamie always looks vaguely confused and it is Very Accurate lol)

*Jamie usually uses crutches after this, but sadly in the Sims 4 there aren't very many antique-looking crutches so most of the time J is using this prosthetic leg from TSR

CC links!

Hal: Hair (Sammy) - Blush - Outfit

Jamie: Hair - Blush - Cheeks (in this SFS folder) - Outfit - Prosthetic Leg - (he doesn't have it here but in future looks) Freckles

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yeah actually J's leg is Glitchy so i guess you can just pretend he's using it and I'll give him a more modern one when I must

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30-day Couple Challenge: Day 0

Right here we go!

The couple I am choosing is my OCs, Jamie Gray and Hal Wiley. I'm trying to write a book on them (emphasis on trying) and it mostly takes place in 1860s America.

Quick character introductions below the cut :D

Hal (1841-1915)

Henry Peter Alexander Wiley IV (aka Hal) is the third child and first son of a prominent New York City newspaper owner. He develops chronic fatigue syndrome at age 18, which basically means he gets very tired very easily. Hal's closest childhood friend was Jamie Gray, and eventually their relationship grew to something more romantic. Just when they decide to run away together, the America Civil War breaks out and Jamie enlists (Hal's illness prevents him from joining him). They are reunited in 1862 when Jamie is shot in the leg (later amputated) during the Battle of Antietam, causing Hal to a fucking house and move Jamie there to recover. Past this I kind of have not figured out their plot past my boys grow old and happy together <3

Jamie (1841-1918)

Edward James Gray (nicknamed Jamie) is the second son and child of Andrew Gray, who struck it rich when Jamie was young, during the gold rush. Jamie grew up very much in love with his best friend Hal, and was devastated when Hal went off to boarding school in London. Later, when the American Civil War starts, Jamie enlists (mostly to get away from his abusive father). At the Battle of Antietam, Jamie (by then Lieutenant Gray) is shot in the leg, which later has to be amputated*. You already know the rest, he moves in with Hal and they live happily ever after yay :D

(in these screenshots Jamie always looks vaguely confused and it is Very Accurate lol)

*Jamie usually uses crutches after this, but sadly in the Sims 4 there aren't very many antique-looking crutches so most of the time J is using this prosthetic leg from TSR

CC links!

Hal: Hair (Sammy) - Blush - Outfit

Jamie: Hair - Blush - Cheeks (in this SFS folder) - Outfit - Prosthetic Leg - (he doesn't have it here but in future looks) Freckles

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Hello!!

I know I've been away for uh. a while. but I am back for at least *checks watch* one day!!

however, I'm taking a slight break from the Tate Legacy and istead doing a 30 day lookbook challenge! The original challenge is by the lovely @shoobysims and it was made historical by the wonderful @moon-simmers!

(I am going to be editing it slightly to fit more with my interests)

Stay tuned for my stupid little OCs having the time of their lives!

[nikatyler]

Reblog if you’re an active simblr!

I’ve recently gone through my following list and realized that one reason why simblr feels dead lately is because I’ve been following a lot of blogs that have been inactive for months. So, if that’s also the case for you and you’re looking for some active new mutuals, feel free to reblog this and I (as well as other people, I hope!) will check you out! 🥰

As for me, hi, I’m Nika and I’m posting TS3 and TS4 gameplay and a lot of TS4 edits of my favourite OCs. 🙋‍♀️

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just some asks for storytelling simblrs

what’s the last screenshot you’ve taken for your story?

describe your story in three words or less

describe (insert character here) in three words or less

how did you choose the name of your story?

how do you choose your characters’ names?

how long have you been working on your story for?

whats the biggest risk you’ve taken with your story? did it pay off?

what about your story are you proud of?

what about your story are you looking to improve on?

is your story fully planned or are you still working things out? is there a definitive end?

why have you decided to tell this story? are there any messages or meanings within it?

do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium?

from basic planning to a finished post, how long does that take you?

do you have any regrets about your story so far? if you could go back in time, how would you fix these?

what have been the highlights of creating your story?

what about the process do you enjoy?

what about the process do you hate?

choose a song that reminds you of your story

choose a song that reminds you of (insert character here)

choose your favourite shot from your story so far

choose your least favourite shot so far

choose a favourite character from your story so far

choose your least favourite character so far

are there any characters who remind you of yourself?

what inspirations have you drawn on for your story?

have other sim stories inspired you? 

what genres would you describe your story as?

if you could reproduce your story in another medium (movie, novel, comic, etc.) what would you choose and why?

what would your story’s rating be? (G, PG, M etc.)

if you were leaving simblr and had to choose another creator to continue the story for you, who would you ask?

drop some random trivia about your story

give a light spoiler

recommend another creator’s story!

editing version

[mosneakers]

EA announces babies 2023

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The rest of 1765 passed in a blur.

Like Charley had predicted, the Stamp Act didn't impact the Tates all too much. Yes, he caught word of protests in Boston and York City and up and down the colonies, but no such thing occurred in Henford-on-Bagley. The townsfolk went on with their lives, the only change being that they bought less books and paper.

So the year was one of peace and rest. Nothing very notable happened, and that was perfectly alright. Nothing notable mean nothing wrong.

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Soon enough, Caleb started school. Every morning during term he and Xan would awake before the sun rose, hurry to do their chores, gulp down breakfast, and start the walk to the schoolhouse.

The headmaster's name was John Bell, the same professor Xan had had when he had started school. Headmaster Bell was strict, and quick to assign extra work or hand out punishments. And his punishments hurt.

Xan didn't mind this - he never got in trouble, anyhow. He and his friend Chris Randolph sat in the front row, where they were always raising their hands and starting discussions about the lesson. Xan, to the dismay of most of his classmates, sometimes even asked for extra work - work he didn't have to do!

Cal, on the other hand, couldn't care less about school. He liked to read, sure, but in his own time, not when the teacher said so. His grades were only average, no matter how much Xan tried to get him to work harder. Cal's favorite part of the school day - if it could be called that - was recess, when he got to play with his friends Philip and Peter Ross, whose father owned a farm near the Tates'.

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Isaac, Rose, and Lucy were talking on the sofa one day in late March of 1765 when Charley came in with a letter. He was reading as he walked into the room, coming to a stop by the fireplace. Once finished reading, he let out a long breath.

"Father, what are you reading?" asked Rose.

Charley hesitated, then slowly said, "Parliament has passed an act. The Stamp Act. All paper products must be printed on stamped paper, specially made in London, and costing extra money.

Isaac raised his head, and he and Charley shared a look.

"Rosie, take Lucy, will you?" Isaac handed the toddler to Rose - who began tickling her mercilessly - then stood and walked over to Charley.

"Stamp Act?" he whispered, so as not to let the girls hear. "What does that mean for us?"

"Nothing terrible," said Charley, though he didn't seem so sure. "We'll just have to refrain for buying so many books, is all."

"And cards. And paper."

"Yes. But look on the bright side - our king is finally putting his foot down, telling us colonists that we are, in fact, Englishmen, and under his rule, despite being separated by sea."

Isaac nodded, but he was still thinking about their finances, already threatening to plunge.

Charley was still talking. "Some fool is going to protest, and that fool shall be killed, and then all of the colonies will rise up. Mark my words, Isaac, it will happen."

Little did Charley know how close his own family would be to the chaos.

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A snowy day in early 1765

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Lucy's first birthday rolled around in early 1765.

She looked quite like Eleanor, but with Charley's brown eyes.

Although Lucy had been quite a calm infant, her wilder side was starting to show as she began toddling around. Lucy-Goosey, as Charley tended to call her, especially loved playing out by the chicken coop, where she made many friends.

As the current baby of the house, Lucy was a bit spoiled by her parents, but none of her siblings minded very much. After all, she was very cute.

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Anybody want to see what Cal would have looked like as an adult if I hadn't messed with his genetics

I warned you

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Excerpt from the diary of Rose Tate, Christmas Day, 1764:

Dear Diary,

To-day was very nice. It snowed too much to go to Church, which was sad, but Father made it up by reading us the Bible, specifically the Birth of Christ.

Eleanor and Sophia and I have been preparing the meal for ages, and this morning we finally got to eat it. It was delicious, if I do say so myself. By the time we finished eating dinner it was nearly Night, and we all went into the Hearth room.

Cal and Xan finished several chess matches while Sophia played her violin (she really is quite good); and when the boys were done Xan came over and sat with me on the floor while Cal and Isaac danced.

I'll admit feelings of Warmth came over me, as it did us all, and I hugged Xan from behind and told him I loved him. He laughed, but I know he loves me too. Similar whispers came from Charley, who was holding Little Lucy.

All in all it was a very good Christmas. I would have enjoyed some Gifts, like Chris says he gets each year, but I understand that Father is poor and cannot afford them.

It was snowing as we all went to sleep - well, most of us went to sleep. I suspect Eleanor and Father were otherwise occupied...

But, Diary, a Merry Christmas to you. All is Peaceful and Calm here on the Tate Farm, as I hope it shall always be.

Yours,

Rosie Tate