#decadeschallenge

[sims-and-antiques]

the most impressive thing i've ever done in the sims is get 20 sims to sit and eat at the same time

[houseofvettoridisforzia]

Episode 122 — What Is Expected

The decision had already been made long before it was spoken aloud.

They had been sitting at the table for some time when Marcus finally broke the silence.

“You’re going to Rome.”

Lucius Vettius didn’t look surprised.

He had known something like this was coming. It had been in the way Marcus watched him lately—measuring, weighing, as if deciding what he was worth.

Still, hearing it said out loud made it real.

“For study,” Marcus continued. “You’ve learned what you can here.”

Lucius leaned back slightly, resting his elbow on the table, his expression unreadable.

“And if I haven’t?” he asked, not defiant—just honest.

Marcus’ jaw tightened, just a fraction.

“You will.”

A brief silence settled between them.

Lucius glanced down at his hands, then back up again.

Rome.

Bigger than anything he had ever known. Louder. Colder. Full of people who would not care who he was—only what he could become.

“You expect a lot,” he said quietly.

“I expect what is necessary.”

That answer came too quickly.

Too easily.

Lucius let out a faint breath through his nose, something between a sigh and a laugh.

“And if I don’t want it?”

Marcus’ gaze sharpened.

“It isn’t about what you want.”

There it was.

Not cruel.

Not loud.

Just… absolute.

Lucius held his gaze for a moment longer, then nodded once.

Not in agreement.

In understanding.

“Alright.”

No argument.

No resistance.

That, more than anything, seemed to satisfy Marcus.

“Good,” he said, more quietly now. “You’ll leave within the week.”

Lucius looked away, toward the dim light of the room, the familiar walls, the life he had always known.

He had never cared much for study.

Never found joy in it the way others did.

But he understood something else.

The name he carried.

The weight of it.

And the fact that it would one day be his to bear alone.

So he did not protest.

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[batmakesims]

Medieval/Historical Cemetery!

Lot size: 30x20 Packs used: Life and Death, Get Together, Horse Ranch (I placed an outhouse toilet for my own gameplay off lot with the tool mod, but you can easily play without it as the Get Together bushes are very much functional). DOWNLOAD: Patreon (Free) | Gallery ID: batmakesims

[medievalfantasystories]

Emily de Deschamps nee Wheatley

Born in 1682 near Bristol, England

Olivier de Deschamps

Born in 1676, in La Rochelle, France

Just a little peek at what I've been up to lately :)

[simuleehistories]

The day began in the kitchen, heat already building as Zenovia worked over the hearth. William and Johannes hovered close, sleeves rolled, far too eager for boys their age. They handed her what she asked for, sometimes what she did not, watching every movement as if cooking were magic rather than routine. Across the house, Maurice focused on a far less pleasant task, patiently potty training Pheodora. The sharp smell of bodily accidents drifted through the air, mingling with warm bread and simmering porridge. Zenovia did not comment. Such was life.

Breakfast was eaten together, bowls scraped clean, the brief calm before responsibility returned.

Morning chores followed, though not everyone rushed to them with enthusiasm. After the cow was milked, Zenovia lingered outside longer than planned. A neighbor passed by, laughter sparked, and soon a friendly water balloon fight broke out. Friendly did not mean painless. One poorly aimed throw landed hard, leaving Zenovia laughing through a wince.

Later in the day, an unexpected guest arrived. New to the area, she came offering greetings, her smile polite but strained. Zenovia heard the ache beneath her words almost immediately. The woman spoke of what she had left behind, of uncertainty, of loss. Zenovia listened. She did not fix anything, but she stayed, and that seemed enough. By the time the woman left, her shoulders were lighter, her voice steadier.

While introductions were made at home, Maurice and the boys were out in the fields, hands deep in the soil, tending what little they had. Azaliya watched nearby, eyes wide, absorbing everything without saying a word. Dimitri noticed the unfamiliar presence earlier and made his way over, curiosity outweighing caution as he introduced himself.

The trader arrived without warning, as he often did. He and Maurice had long since moved past simple business. Seeing Maurice occupied, he meant to slip away unnoticed. That plan failed the moment Azaliya and Pheodora spotted him. They tugged at his sleeves, demanded a story, their eyes too hopeful to refuse. He sat, book in hand, reading aloud while the girls pressed close, utterly absorbed.

There was never a quiet stretch in the household for long. The younger children bounced between affection and conflict, love turning to frustration in the blink of an eye. Roksana, especially, seemed fueled by chaos. She argued, shoved, shouted, testing limits whenever she could. It was always Maurice or Zenovia stepping in, voices firm, patience thinning. More than once, they exchanged a look, both silently wondering where exactly her temperament came from, each careful not to point the finger at themselves.

As the light faded, dinner brought everyone back together. Plates were filled, conversations overlapped, and exhaustion finally settled in. One by one, the children were sent to bed, the house slowly quieting.

When the last door closed, Zenovia and Maurice were left alone at the table, the day behind them, the fire crackling low, sharing a rare moment of stillness before tomorrow would begin again.

Authors Note:

If you have read this far, thank you for tuning in to the Everrette's Decades Challenge. Right now not too much is going on but I assure you, it's about to go down! I won't say when but very very soon. I have more time to play recently so stick around to find out what's to come.

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Getting sick at the same time. 🎵

[mushroommsims]

The Fisher's CC!

Here are Henry and Ann Fisher, my 1890's sims for the Decades Challenge! I'll add their children's YA CC if people want it! Enjoy! (ignore henry's face lmao, i didn't want to retake the photo bc im lazy)

Henry Fisher

Default Skin: Papillon Default Skin blend

Presets: HURRICANE NOSE PRESETS

Skin Details: HONEY SKINBLEND / Booboo Blush / Face Light and Pores / Nose Shader / Simandy Nose Shadow / highlight #19 mm / Face Details / Structure / MMSIMS Eyelash v6

Makeup: UKYIO BLUSH / contacts #101  

Hair: Lux Eyebrows / sylvester hair / Beard 06

Tattoos: Luumia Body Hair

Clothing: Suspenders

Ann Fisher

Default Skin: Papillon Default Skin blend

Presets: HURRICANE NOSE PRESETS / 02 Visions Eyes / DANDELION LIP PRESETS  

Skin Details: HONEY SKINBLEND / Booboo Blush / Face Light and Pores / Nose Shader / Simandy Nose Shadow / highlight #19 mm / Face Details / Structure / Freckles N1

Makeup: Outer Edge Eyeshadow / Rayfalke Eyeliner N72 / UKYIO BLUSH / Pomegranate Jelly Lip / contacts #101  

Hair: Wool Eyebrows / Macie Hair

Accessories: 3D eyelashes pt 4

Hat: Straw Bonnet

Clothing: Skirt and Blouse  

[zleepyhollow]

~Windenburg in the evenings~