Current obsession: Worldbuilding for the occults in my simulation 💭
It started with a silly post sending my sim-self to the save file to yell at a watched-sim and then spiraled into a chaotic story: The Cube.
Most of it is on the side blog: @simohgithecube
Now I'm trying to flesh out the occults and simulation for Zuri's story: Lullabies.
Translations post
Gameplay
Current Sim-Year: Moji-Era, 3020
Spring 3020
Previous Years:
Sim-Year Seven
Sim-Year Six
Sim-Year Five
Sim-Year Four
Sim-Year Three
Sim-Year Two
Girls night! But spies and snitches all over. Zuri is on that brick of a phone with Kenny. He's a bit paranoid since the conference. He's worried that the fairies and werewolves are planning all types of (magical and spiritual) attacks on him and his family.
Candace and Desi are lost in their soca music. Candace never cares about the cameras when she visits Zuri on Callisto-002 and Desi drank enough of that strong Sixam-015 jonquilyst serum to stop caring.
And the bubble blower machine?
The Cosmic Encounter flavour in the savefiles has nothing on the one on the sixams. Desi is gonnneeee.
Candace loves this flavour too. Sumire sent some of her lifeforce to be a bodyguard so that the cameras can be shut down and the ladies can have more privacy.
Thank you, Sumire! Because chapter 5.1 is going to be things that they wouldn’t want others to hear.
Watcher Moji was chatting with her friend when Watcher Ravi came into her office. She was too busy giggling over photos to hear him calling her.
"Babe. Lovah.
Simohgi! Yuh eh hear me callin' yuh?"
"Huh? Sorry! Hi! Sorry. Ah just talkin' to @coceauxsims. I'm so glad we met. Claire havin' de time ah she life over dey. It's so cute."
"Cute? Yuh find is cute? We send she to study savefiles? Or to study man?"
Moji rolled her eyes. "Oh gosh. Doh start, Ravi."
"So yuh done know already?"
"Of course ah know. Is no big deal."
Ravi sat down. "No big deal? Watch dis.
Why he standin' so close?"
"How yuh even get dat picture?"
"Dat is not important. Just bring my daughter back home."
"No. She has more time! And we need a boy band or two over here, so..."
"Wife. Yuh jokin'? Yuh hadda be jokin'."
"Wah is de issue?"
"We agreed we eh doin' no matchmaking with our kid. That's for your legacies in the savefiles."
"Ah not matchmaking. Claire asked to go. If they hit it off, they hit it off. Me and Coceaux had nothing to do with it. But that reminds me, I need to ask her if it's okay to change him to an occult so he could be comfortable on the sixams... Don't look at me like that, Ravi. Is not like dey gettin' married. And we were married by her age, in case you forgot."
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Yeah, Ravi, it's Nothing To Be Nervous About. Your daughter is just entrancing sims with her laugh and eyes over in Coceaux's simulation. No big deal. It's just a teenage crush and it's not like you have to marry your first love. Oh... Is that what you and Moji did? Ummm...
feat. Claire Dreamer (from @simohgi), Robin Hendrix (aged up, from my Novel To Sims post), and Demetrius Hardin & Malakai Burrell (from my fictional 90s boy band)
Since I took photos for visual inspiration and used sims (and those visuals will still do more of the talking than my actual words), I'll share it here. Just a little practice to get me back into my short story bag as I plan to write a few this weekend.
Those full shorts will go on my writing blog & website. 💚
The school day had been dragging, and the last thing Demetrius felt like doing was listening to his best friend gripe about yet another argument between him and the girl he claimed he couldn't stand.
Facing their lockers, certain the giggles floating behind and around them were geared in their direction, Malakai grumbled on and on. "And she thinks she knows every damn thing."
"I don't know man. I heard her dad's some kind of assassin. Maybe you should just stop arguing with Robin every day before she pulls out one of his tricks."
"SHE has been bothering ME since kindergarten! I admit I was wrong at the time, but you would think when someone pushes you down in the sandbox, that would tell you they don't like you."
Demetrius smirked. "Nah, a lot of girls get told that means a boy likes them."
"That's stupid."
Demetrius nodded in agreement, turning his head slightly as he heard a soft laugh. Music to his ears. "And yet, ever since kindergarten, you willingly troll her just as much as she trolls you. Make it make sense, Bruh. Maybe you should invite her to our interview, since they're letting us perform. Maybe dedicate a song to her, sing to her when you spot her in the audience."
"Shut up." Malakai huffed. "You can't even step to the new girl, so don't tell me anything."
Demetrius froze in place, hating that his best friend was right. Slowly, briefly, he looked behind them as the girls giggled on with whatever their conversation was. Robin cracking the jokes, and Claire falling over as she laughed along. Such a sweet laugh, he thought to himself.
Malakai was absolutely right. Demetrius had not been able to bring himself to speak to the exchange student once since she'd arrived at Nordhaven Prep.
"I don't know what it is. Normally I'm confident, can step and talk to anyone. I don't even have to be close, I just see her and..."
"Chicken."
Demetrius rolled his eyes, facing the lockers with his best friend. "I guess we're both being dumb today."
Malakai shook his head. "I'm not being dumb. I'm trying to plan my escape route for this afternoon since Robin likes to stalk the main entrance. If I can make it to my car unseen, I'll be straight."
"Just tell her you like her."
"I can't stand her, but you go first. Talk to Claire, and not all that stuttering you did when she first introduced herself." Malakai smirked. "Maybe hope you didn't offend or scare her. Maybe ask if all the girls wear pink contacts where she comes from."
Demetrius took a deep breath, turning to face the girls fully. He wanted very badly to go over and talk to Claire. And when he thought his feet were moving for him, he felt stuck in place.
"Go ahead, Bruh. Talk to her."
"I... I..." Demetrius cleared his throat, doing something he knew would get him cursed out. "Hey Robin, Kai wants to talk to you about something."
"Bastard!" Malakai took off, sending the teenaged girls into a fit of laughter while Demetrius worked up his courage and nerve.
During the lunch hour, Demetrius made his way to the gymnasium. As usual, Claire was sitting alone, enjoying a break from the swarm of teens that usually surrounded her when she wasn't with Robin.
Everyone gravitated towards her with ease. Demetrius felt it was time he got the nerve to do so too. His steps were slow, cautious. He did not want to scare her and hoped he wasn't disturbing her peace.
"Um, excuse me," He hated instantly how shaky his voice was. And I'm supposed to be some great performer, acting like this... "is it okay if I join you?"
"Demetrius!" She knows my name. It took a miracle for him to not melt into a puddle in front of her. "Hi!"
"H-hello."
"Are you looking for your friend? I saw him just before I came in here."
Demetrius shook his head, speaking softly. "He's probably mad at me right now, so I'll leave him be." Claire shrugged, happily returning her attention to her phone. "I was hoping to talk to you."
"Oh? I would love to talk with you."
This took the boy by surprise. "Y-you would?"
Claire nodded. "Yes! I've heard you are quite knowledgeable about a lot of skills and hobbies I have taken interest in since being here." She smiled. "But I'd really like to know a lot about your music, and you."
The boy stood stunned, but only for a moment before he sat beside her. Conversation sparked much easier than he thought. The day wasn't such a bad one after all.
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Safe to say they're all for anything arranged over in the Coceauxverse, loll.
Sidenote : does she have a preference for research and debate in your save? 'cause that was her first autonomous interaction when I stopped posing them, and he instantly got flirty 😆. I think he likes a girl with a mind and thoughts of her own.
Please join me in a deep sigh for Lyric's ankle and a hearty cackle for Rebi not wanting low balls. Also as an auntie with teen nephews plural I need a hug. I am tired of looking up when they talk to me and very tired of hearing "Hi Auntie Tesha" in a deep ass voice I never asked for.
