Did you know that the Sims Makin’ Magic soundtrack was comprised entirely of songs licensed from the music libraries of APM & CPM Music?
This song isn’t in Makin’ Magic, but it may as well have been because Pierre-André Athané and his album Ciné Souvenirs, released in July 2000, make up half of the entire Makin’ Magic soundtrack.
Here they are in his album’s order:
• Rue en Pente (Build Mode 9)
• Marche des Étoiles (Build Mode 4)
• Via Napoli (Build Mode 5)
• Pas Vu Pas Pris (Magic Town theme)
• Hôtel des Bains (Build Mode 6)
• L'Autre Bal (Build Mode 7)
• Par La Forêt; Clarinet, Accordion, Double Bass Version (Build Mode 8)
• Marilu (Magic Town theme renamed “Foggy Shores”)
• Sur Les Quais (Magic Town theme renamed “Magic Town”)
— Other Makin’ Magic song sources: —————————
1989 Barrel Organ/Squeezebox by Brian Peters
• Flowers of the Thorn (Buy Mode 2)
• Cafe de Montmartre (Buy Mode 3)
1999 Pataphonic Dancing Circus ft. Xavier Demerliac
• Valsomatic (Build Mode 3)
1995 The Ethnic Sampler 3 (😬) ft. Daniel Jeannin
• La Ballade de Montmartre (Credits Theme)
2002 I Love Paris ft. Eric Gemsa & Bernard Rabaud
• Le Grand Manege (Magic Town theme renamed “Nutcase Land“)
• La Valse a Dede (Magic Town theme renamed “Ada-Quaint Place”)
1997 Cirque du Monde by David Grant & Ole Mathisen
• Anzane 2 (Magic Town theme renamed “Medieval Neighborhood”)
2000 G*psy Swing of Paris (😬😬😬) ft. Angelo Debarre
• Melancholy (Buy Mode 5)
2002 Zampano Magic Circus by Florence Caillon & Xavier Demerliac
• The Ring Master’s Tango (Buy Mode 4)
2001 Cinema Francais by Jean-Michel Bernard
• La Nuit Enchantee (Buy Mode 1)
• Carrousel du Diable (Loading Screen - This one has an original remix in-game so the album version sounds different)
— Other Sims music trivia posts: —————————
• Urbz composer interview & unreleased Urbz songs
• English to simlish Urbz songs
• Artists who did songs for both The Urbz & TS2 Console
Note- it's finally here, sorry it took so long. My dominant hand was bruised a few days ago and still healing. This is DARK CONTENT so please scroll if uncomfortable. If this gets enough attraction I may continue with these
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They worked so closely with your father. Strictly professional, they would have you believe. So why are they eyeing you so keenly?
Coriolanus Snow. A name you heard often from your father’s lips. He spoke of him in passing; an apprentice turned intern gamemaker. Their relationship was strictly professional yet your father seems to speak fondly of him; describing him as pleasant company with impeccable manners. An ambitious man, your father claimed more than once and true to his words. Coriolanus seems to gain more power by the day.
Despite the few years Coriolanus had getting quite comfortable with your father – for reasons you don’t know. You haven’t gotten the chance to meet the enigma of a man till some formal event. Your father brought you to his side and introduced you. At first, it all seemed like nothing. There was a brief moment where Coriolanus swiftly eyed you up and down before he politely greeted you.
“Finally a face to the name” he remarks, the corner of his mouth turning upward. As your father nudges you to entertain the other guests, you obey, turning around just in time to see Coriolanus watching you leave. Still, nothing was assumed from such a hasty interaction if it weren’t for Coriolanus agreeing to your father’s invitation to come to a family dinner.
His wife, Livia attended with him. Awkwardly you took the seat across from him, Coriolanus surprisingly strikes up a conversation. Asking of your future, your career, any plans. And you being the polite little thing your father raised you to be, answer each question. And you try not to let it unsettle you when his eyes linger even as he lifts his cup to drink. His wife speaks with him but it’s painfully obvious he isn’t listening to a word she said.
You are ever fascinating to Coriolanus and all the more frustrating. He chose his wife, someone he despised just so he would never be under the manipulation of emotion again. And there you are. The daughter of a man he didn’t really consider a friend, merely a political tool to aid his rise into power. You are a weakness, one he ought to destroy. Or perhaps better yet; one to control.
When your father isn’t around, Coriolanus, ever the opportunist will always grasp the chance to approach. You are just perfect aren’t you? Polite, well-spoken, and now, seated at the piano, playing so eloquently. He rests his hand on top of the polished surface as he once again strikes up a conversation. Unable to resist getting so close to you, tilting your face up so you must look at him with his finger under your chin. “Keep these little talks between us” he tells you. And you, raised to be the polite little lady, obey.
Even when he has you engaging in such acts. You utter not a word to your father. Your voice hitches when his fingers teasingly trail down between your legs, resting on your underwear. Tugging the fabric down to your midthigh as he presses you to some corner in the many halls of your opulent mansion as he fingers you. He coaxes you as you reach your high. Shushing you when your whines get a little too loud, surely you don’t want your father to find out do you?
Coriolanus is willing to keep this as long as he can. He will convince himself it’s merely just a little passionate entanglement he allowed himself to get in. No matter how many times he has you underneath him or bent over his desk. Your father doesn’t question your little visits. For Coriolanus out of the kindness of his heart tells your father he has taken you under his wing, aid you with your career choices. And if your father grows suspicious – well Coriolanus has always had plans to be rid of him. And as for his wife, she has been quite of an inconvenience too. Kill two birds with one stone, he supposes.
Tony Stark
Yes, your dad was friends with The Tony Stark. Well they weren’t exactly friends; acquaintances was the better term. Still, they spent a great deal of time together, often going out for drinks or working on a new business project. You had heard plenty about Tony, not just from your father but the media aka the tabloids had something new to say about him. It didn’t take long before you finally met him and just like you; Tony heard a great deal from your dad.
Tony invites your dad to formal events, but strangely insists on him bringing the whole family along. Other times are spent enjoying the sun, where you’re invited to his enormous mansion and his massive pool. You pretend not to notice Tony’s miserable attempt to hide that he’s ogling you. Even behind his sunglasses as you dry yourself off. All while he pretends to hear your father talking to him about some business matter.
Before, Tony used to turn down many of your dad’s invitations. Such as family dinner, a casual game of pool with a few drinks on the side. One can’t imagine the busy life he has. But quite recently, Tony begins coming over. Surely you can’t be the reason. Of all the girls in the world for Tony Stark to have the hots for…it had to be you.
Tony always lingered behind. Pretending as if he cared about whatever you talked about – how is college, matter of fact, how is life treating you. He loved making you laugh, teasing how you must be quite the heartbreaker. Missing the brief annoyance on his face whenever your dad interrupted. Tony offers to help with anything. Anything, he reassures. Just come to him, he’ll let his secretary know to send you right in with no questions.
It would have happened sooner. If not today, then some other day. In truth, it was just a matter of time, just one moment with you where Tony can’t help himself. It isn’t to say Tony doesn’t feel guilty, he does. You have so much ahead of you; smart and beautiful. Supposed to be with a well off boy your age, yet here he is. His mouth on yours, tongue moving against yours. You taste so sweet, your perfume lingering in the air. And Tony knows he wouldn’t be able to stop, even if he wanted.
But is it really all that bad when the sun comes up the next day and there you are only wearing his buttoned shirt. Leaving your legs bare for him to see. Nothing washes his guilt away than you on your knees. Hand gripping your hair as you suck his cock, your head bobbing up and down. “You look so fucking hot right now, you know that?’ Tony groans with a half chuckle escaping him. And when he cums in your mouth, watching you swallow every drop. Oh god, he is ready to go at it again.
The two of you settle into something neither you and Tony know what to call it. Girlfriend, fuck buddies, sugar baby? No one knows. Tony does love spoiling you. Dinner at five-star restaurants, designer clothes, and luxury vacations where you tell your dad that you’re traveling with a few friends. And of course you both fuck, a lot. Either in the back of some limo or riding him while he pretends to be at ‘work’.
Tony knows to be careful. The last thing he wants is the media broadcasting your scandalous little relationship, which would be an awful way for your dad to find out. But the more Tony thinks about it, would it really? To be fair you can’t just tell a good old friend hey I am fucking your daughter. Yes he would lose your father’s trust and any business deals, but he would have you. And if you were to lose your home and source of income at such a cost, Tony would open his door. Come right in.
Joel Miller
Joel was a good friend of your dad’s. Apparently, according to him, Joel and his brother once helped on the side of the road when his truck broke down, and they have been on good terms ever since. Your dad invites him over often. Joel being a carpenter and all, usually helped with repairs around the house. You pretend not to notice as you sit nearby the way he grunts as he lifts the heavy stuff or the sound of his boots moving around.
You recall the first time you met him. He was carrying something into the garage when you greeted him. Joel looked at you for a moment, taking in your pretty dress before awkwardly looking away and gruffed his name. Sometimes he and your dad would sit together, drinking a bottle of beer. Talking about whatever men usually talked about. They had similar jobs, which made it easy for them to get along. Every now and then you’d peek over, only to find Joel looking back. Your eyes would lock for a brief moment before he glances down at the beer in his hand.
Other times you’d find him in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in hand. The moment you walk in, the air is filled with awkward tension, one you could cut with a knife. He would avoid your gaze almost entirely even as he spoke to you. You assumed he didn’t like you, for reasons you couldn't place. Unaware that Joel was very much attracted to you, doing everything he can to not bend you over this goddamn table.
He just wishes you would leave him alone. Why must you hover while he fixes your dad’s truck? Don’t you know how easily he can peek at your panties down there. You were off limits. He didn’t need anyone to tell him that. Every time your dad offers for him to come inside, Joel wants to say no and go his merry way. Every little thing you did, excuse his French, made him so fucking hard. The way you call him Mr. Miller drives him crazy. That when you started calling him Joel now and then. He sometimes wishes you would go back to calling him Mister or even sir.
Then there was Sarah. When Joel mentioned her, your dad immediately offered for you to babysit. Insisting it would be no trouble at all. Despite every rational thought telling him not to, Joel grudgingly agrees. Lamenting his decision the second it left his lips. Having you in his home was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be pushing you away dammit, not bring you closer.
Joel was a far more jealous man he would ever admit. It frustrated him how pretty you looked. Who are you dressing up so nicely for, hmm? The pink gloss on your lips, the way you had a habit of pouting those said lips. Joel just wants to – god he wants to. And your goddamn perfume, always lingering in the air even long before you leave. Your dad would joke that all the boys fight among themselves over you. Joel can’t even bring himself to entertain the joke, his knuckles tightening.
Joel has a habit of interrupting your ‘dates’. Some guy would offer to walk you home and there Joel was, offering you a ride instead. He didn’t deserve you – Joel knows that all too well. You should be with someone younger, more gentle. Not him. He was just protecting you. The world was rough, filled with disgusting vile men who only wanted one thing. Never mind the way he can’t stop his eyes from drifting to your bare legs in the passenger seat. And he was seething. The way he saw that guy getting all friendly with you. And here you are eyeing him, trying to seem innocent, seem small but you are far from a doe.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me these last few weeks?” And when you dare to act confused, he pulls the truck to a stop. Before you know it, his hand grabs the back of your neck, his mouth crashing against yours. Joel orders you to the driver’s back side and you see no room to deny him. It's quite late by the time you come home, your dad is already asleep. Suppose you’re grateful as Joel’s cum drips down your legs. This isn’t the last time you’re sure of it.
Haytham Kenway
You noticed Haytham quite a while ago. Your father didn’t mention him much. All you knew was that he was an associate of your father’s; he didn’t show up often and from what you gathered, a very busy man. You had no idea what Haytham actually does and to be truthful you haven't got the slightest clue to what your father did either. Your father was a business man of sorts, that is all you were ever told.
Curiosity got the better of you so you sneaked off one afternoon to see what they discussed. Haytham always stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back. As he was discussing matters with your father, he suddenly stops and eyes the corner where you were hiding, making you jump. “Seems we have a little spy among us,” he remarks. Your father demanded you show yourself; introducing you to Haytham properly not without a small lecture, of course. Haytham simply nodded in acknowledgement and you returned the gesture, embarrassed.
During his visits to your father, Haytham would conventionally stumble upon you. Haytham is well aware of his attraction to you; not exactly the best predicament to find himself in. He notices your beauty as any man would, but something else lures him in. He quite enjoys your conversations. Clever thing aren’t you? A shame your father keeps you hidden behind these walls.
Haytham finds it quietly amusing how easily you’re startled. And he won’t deny how enticing it is to hear ‘Mr. Kenway’ fall from your lips. Haytham tries not to stare whenever you pass by or in the rare instances, being in the same room as your father. Still, every so often, he takes a peek at you from the corner of his eye, offering a small, secret smile.
Haytham is the ever gentleman with you. Most can tell the two of you are close, or at the very least that the grandmaster is fond of you. But even if one suspects something more, they can never accuse him outright. Not even your father suspects him. Haytham offers to escort you for your safety, always ready to lend you his hand whenever you step down from a carriage or a horse.
And if he happens to catch you sneaking out, wondering somewhere you are not meant to. He'll simply offer to bring you back and promise to keep it between the two of you. A time Haytham has gifted you a book of an author he heard you mention in passing or a necklace he knows would catch your eye. And when you gush over it, Haytham tries not to smile too smugly to himself.
Haytham is greatly respected by your father and by society, he must not be so terrible of a man to end with and you trust him don’t you? Even in the state you find yourself in. It started simple, conversations traded back and forth and before you know it, his mouth is on yours. Your face is cupped by his hands and when you pull away, a quiet moment settles between you. His thumbs brushing against your bottom lip before he leans in to kiss you once more. His hands drift to the fabric of your dress, tugging it down just enough for your shoulder to be bare as he presses a soft kiss against the skin. And so, the night slips away just with the two of you.
He is an expert in pretending nothing ever happens. Haytham is surprisingly a bit of a jealous man. Your father is ever relentless in his attempts to find you a suitor and they either break it off or avoid you entirely due to a little threat talk from Haytham. The only obstacle that remains is your father and what pure luck it was that he too was becoming a problem for the Templars. A mission Haytham is more than willing to take. He shall be there to comfort poor you as you weep over your father. Claiming you have no one left. But Haytham only shushes you “You have me darling, I am right here”.
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