"Be water, my friend"

Mahv |32| Star Stuff | Mean | Loner | Erratic | Creative

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My stories - Masterlist

A comprehensive list of my stories.

Sims Stories:

Immortal

Status: Ongoing

Notes: A Imortal/Legacy/Supersim Challenge.

Synopsis: Tells the story of Mal, an immortal Sim from another world, as he tries to live his existence peacefully without breaking too many forth walls nor drag the absolute chaos that is his existence into it. No promises made. Forth walls shall break.

Currently on Gen 1 - Following the story of Arlo, Apollo and Syra. Arlo and Apollo have ruined the lives of many dragons while trying to find a cure for the rot. Syra has met a werewolf and feels drawn to him and wants to help him.

Merinn’s Palace 

Status: Complete

Synopsis: A bachelour challenge for the merdragon prince, Merinn, as they try to find a wife or husband to secure their throne.

Star of the Deep

Status: Indefinite Hiatus

Notes: Must read Merinn’s Palace first to understand the story.

Synopsis: What happens to Merinn, Hassan, Avantika and the Suitors, after the end of the bachelor.

A tale of two dragons

Status: Complete

Notes: After it read @izayoichan​’s story, as it tells the origin of Emil, the feral dragon Flynn took under his wing.

Synopsis: Tells the story of the dragon Elarin Millar and Tyvan, and the events that would lead Elarin into becoming the feral dragon known as Emil.

Other Random Stories

Black Sun

Status: Still on planning stage.

Notes: So far is only random drabbles, pics and lyrics posts. Has the same characters as gen 1 Imortal, but no connection.

Synopsis: Arlo was prosecuted by the Church of the Maker for having a third eye, grew up into a nihilistic and cinical necromancer living in the depths of the City Warrens. When his surrogate mother, Dala, comes seeking him, hoping he can resurrect her daughter who died at war, Arlo resurrects from her remains a beautiful silver haired dragon instead. Now, Dala, Arlo and the dragon he named Fannar, embark on a quest to find out the identity of Fannar and what happened to Dala’s daughter Syra, while trying to avoid the prosecution of the Church’s High Order, and the blade of his twin brother, their Holy Commander.

The Pale Drake

Status: Still in planning stages

Notes: Same as above. Random drabbles, worldbuilding and pics.

Synopsis: The Kingdom of Caerno is being plagued by two catastrophes. A plague known as the Rot, and an albino dragon atacking the people. Spymaster Killian Hastur finds himself amidst a crisis, while, in an attempt to cure the Rot, the dragon steals the only books which hold an answer for the terrifying desiese.

Lore of Astreia 

The World that contains ALL of these stories. Sometimes referenced.

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Had to draw my WoL, Khallil. Bonus wifey in the background fangirling.

Can also be seen on Blyesky.

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It's @izayoichan's bday so I made this for her. Her FFXIV babies.

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Mal: Buy a Llama, they said. He'll keep you compasny.

LLama spits on him.

Mal: Oh you absolute motherfucker! That's how you get hepatitis you know! Spit on me again and I am butchering you myself!

Llama: O.O'

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Sometimes, I can get a little I can get a little lonely

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Dim: Okay, you can do this Dimitri. The rest of your life starts now!

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Dim: It's just... I feel bad leaving you all alone.

Mal sighed and placed his hands on his son's arms.

Mal: Dim. I am used to being alone. I'll be fine.

Dim: It's just... this house is so big for one man on his own. You barely ever go upstairs. And I know you are still mourning mom's passing.

Mal: Dim... You know what I am. I have explained it to you and your sister. What is my price to pay?

Dim:... Pain and lonelyness?

Mal: I am used to both. And even if I am not on my parenting run-

Dim: Daad...

Mal: Even though this is not my parenting run, I don't want my children putting their life on hold because they don't want me lonely. I'll outlive my grief, I always have. And you hate it here, you hate Lil Simsie and Grey, and you know I am not getting rid of my precious cowplants. I love you my son, but I told you the cake was a lie, your gluttony, your funeral-

Dim: Daaad!

Mal: But, I want you to be happy. I want you to take your degree, I want you to follow the life you desire. Not stay bound to the middle of nowhere where the most excitement you can get is if Agatha's blue milk is winning to County Fair.

Dim: Dad.

Mal: I don't want you wasting over two hours everyday on a train to get home. Time you could be spending to study and learn to take proper care of animals. And I also want you to enjoy the college life. Keg Parties and nude striking, and debate fights and joining Secret Societies. You have a right to experience all that.

Dim: But I didn't get any scholarship.

Mal: What was the deal me and your mother had with all of you? Starting kick, right? I will pay your tuitions and stay for the four years you need for your degree.

Dim: Then spending money is on me! I may not be smart, but mom and the Scouts taught me enough responsibility to earn for myself.

Mal: Then are we agreed.

Dim: You just want me off the house so you can throw a party!

Mal chuckles.

Mal: Drrats, my perfectly laid plan foiled!

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Days turned into weeks and soon autumn was around the corner. Maeve died in the Summer.

Dim: It's here! Dad! It's here!

Mal: What? What's there?

Dim: College results! I was accepted! I was accepted into Britechester degree in Veterinary Mediecine!

Mal: That is great news son! Congratulations!

Dim: I am starting this semester! Maybe I can attend college from here? I didn't get any scholarships, far from a A student, barely made it to a B. And I have been checking train schedules and-

Mal: Dimitri. And why would you be doing that? I can easily afford to pay for both your stay and tuitions. You are worthy of the same headstart I gave your siblings.

Dim: It's just...

Mal: Don't you want to live on campus? I know you hate the countryside so.

Dim: I do, I do... but...

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Mal never needed sleep. It was more of a psychological necessity than a physiological one. His body could run decades without sleep, his brain however didn't agree. It needed to be put to rest at least once every moon to give a chance for his neurons to organize all his memories and thoughts.

Though his vitality was endless, his memory was finite.

And now, with just him and Dim around, the house felt so empty.

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Mal: Thank you for being here.

Arlo: It was a beautiful ceremony.

Mal didn't look at his son, eyes on the small plot where his mother had been buried.

Arlo: I thought mother would be buried in Willow Creek where she was born.

Mal: At the time she died the Watcher still hadn't slapped a plot cemetery there.

Arlo: Oh... That makes sense.

Mal: Well, thank you for coming, truly.

Arlo: I... didn't want to come, was considering skipping it alltogether.

Mal: What made you change your mind.

Arlo: Apollo...

Mal looked towards his son.

Arlo: I kept hearing his voice on the back of my head telling me we should say goodbye to mom. That she was our mother once.

Mal blinked slowly: I see.

Arlo: I talked about it with my therapist, she agreed it could help me. Remembrance, closure, maybe something would turn out in the back of my mind about her, the same way his voice turns out whenever I plan to do something... not good.

Mal: Did it?

Arlo shook his head.

Arlo: She still felt like a stranger to me.

Mal: What about the twins? Did they spark any memory?

Arlo shook his head again: Other than you and Syra, it's like I don't know the rest of my family. It's like what was left of my spirit didn't consider them connections worth keeping.

Mal looked away: I see.

The two remained silent.

Mal: Did you tell Fannar you hear Apollo's voice?

Arlo sighed: No.

Mal: You should, before he starts speaking through your lips.

Arlo: That's not going to happ-

Mal: You called your mother mom or Maeve, never mother.

Arlo: What... do you mean when you say he'll start speaking through my lips?

Mal: This is a conversation we have to save for another opportunity. I must say goodbye to the mourners and thank their presence. But we will have it.

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The funeral had been a small affair. Mal knew very little of Maeve's social life outside of her work and asked little about it. The max he ever interacted with Maeve's social circle were work dinners where he stuffed his face full of food so he wouldn't say something to her boss or friends that would earn him a lawsuit and his wife a termination slip.

He imagined the strangers there were her friends, and her boss.

His comfort lied in his children being there. Syra, Alcina, Dimitri and to his surprise, even Arlo came to say goodbye to his mother. Fannar had brought him, but didn't come inside, Arlo had asked to go alone and Fannar respected that. Of Arlo's siblings Fannar only knew and was comfortable with Syra, even Mal himself Fannar wasn't fond off, especially knowing through his grandfather all Mal could do but refused to because.

-because 'fixing' stuff that should not have been fixed by him is what placed Arlo, Apollo and Fannar where they ended up.

Arlo stood at the back, silent and with the blank stare of someone to whom the proceedings meant nothing.

But he was there.

[frishiekat]

ACC whips + posepack

The last CC I will be releasing till I decide I want to release more CC. - 20 swatches - Do not include direct downloads to my CC - Bye? DOWNLOAD

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Everyone: You haven't updated your sims story in so long.

Me: Sorry, cannot hear you over the loud metal screech of fun times Doomtrain times.

Also me: I have a baby midgarsomr and my WoL looks like a Isekai protagonist.

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"Why haven't you been posting Sims 4 story?"

This. This is why.

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Kestrel-dad not sure how to dad but he’s trying his best.

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Dad loves you and feeds you. But he is also dumb and feeds you a wonderfully done wagyu steak. You are 3 days old.

[swan2swan]

Okay, but check out this video from mid-May 2022 of a Kestrel Dad who just kept piling up voles and mice beside his babies when the mom was injured/killed/mia’d by owls…but then watched one of his babies just swallow a lizard and went “OH. I can feed them small food!” and learned to tear it apart!

EDIT: There’s a not-zero percent chance that this could be the same dad???????? The source is the same–Robert E Fuller–but they could be different birds. 

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UPDATE: Not only has Mister Kes learned to feed his chicks all on his own…

….the three chicks who were taken out of the nest for intensive care after the mom disappeared were put back in, and he just started feeding them, too.

He’s a single father of six who does not possess the instincts to feed even one of his offspring, but he learned and adopted that behavior without difficulty and is now hunting and providing for six kids all on his own. 

[tuulikki]

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Happy father’s day to the Krestel single dad of 6 Who is doing a wonderful job

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Shout out to these chicks who have never seen a hand before.

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Common kestrel (Falco tinnunculus)

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Official ornithology post

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Imagine you’re chilling at home with your siblings and some alien thing beyond your understanding breaks into your home and just puts more siblings in there

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@letsblogwithpapa

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official papa post :)

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The next day, Mal went to visit his daughter in Chestnut Ridge to tell her the news about her mother's passing.

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Mal: You don't feel anything in particular?

Mal waited for his son to explain. Arlo sighed and nodded, looking away.

Arlo: I mean, I feel bad. No one deserves to die in such a way, and so young furthermore. I honestly feel bad for her. But... she's my mother. Aren't I supposed to feel sad?

Mal: Arlo, you are allowed to feel whatever way you feel is right about your mother. Truth is she failed you, and I allowed it to happen. We can use any excuse we wish, but truth is, we failed.

You don't remember her, you know she's your mother, you know the pain she caused you from the words you wrote about her and you know of her the one time she tried to meet you after all that happened. It's normal that to you she wouldn't feel any different than any other stranger.

Arlo: She was my mother...

Mal: She was. You don't have to go to the funeral if you don't feel ready. I won't fault you or resent you for it. But one day you'll need to say goodbye to the memory of her that you lost. So take the time that you need and make the decision that is best for you, and Fannar.

Arlo: You won't get disappointed in me.

Mal: Hah! As if I am one to be disappointed in anyone. No, I won't.