“Create a Sim who radiates pure luxury and stylish elegance. Whether it’s a glamorous evening gown, a sophisticated designer look, or a perfectly tailored suit — anything that showcases class and refinement is welcome. Let your creativity run free and show how your Sim combines wealth, style, and personality.” @herzblau
I saw this challenge and immediately thought of my werewolf mob boss heir. I absolutely love Rhea in the Caliente dress. I think she absolutely slays. I made these shots months ago, and I guess they were just waiting for me to finish the summer chapter as an excuse to post! I was really torn between a fashion magazine and a fitness magazine because Rhea is a total muscle mommy, I might still do the fitness magazine...
I'm really proud of how they turned out. I wasn't tagged, but I wanted to play anyway, so if you see this on your feed, consider yourself tagged!
The werewolf costume is the Skyrim wolf from @natalia-auditore
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[ Z Volunteers at the Hospital ]
[ @doclaeron ]
Z took a short trip to the hospital, camera in hand, volunteering their time as their grandfather, Cliff Nebula, had suggested before he passed. Cliff had a pen pal who ran the place, Dr. Laeron, and Z felt the odd weight of honoring a promise meant for someone else. If the doctor wasn’t available, they’d leave a note. Hospitals were busy. That was understandable.
Everything inside was white and sterile and humming with motion. Folks moved with purpose, fast, focused, but not so fast they didn’t stop to shout, “Hey! You can’t be in here!”
So Z retreated to the courtyard, snapping photos of patients and staff stealing a breath of fresh air while someone wrestled with an overflowing trash can.
Z had gotten very good at pretending not to listen while listening anyway. To one side, a doctor calmly explained the next round of treatment. To the other, a different doctor confessed a crush on a nurse and their mutual desire to ruin their professional relationship. There was a massive anatomical diagram nearby. To think, everyone looked like that on the inside. For a place fueled by coffee, the hospital was absolutely overflowing with tea.
Inside again, too inside, staff prepped a patient for surgery. She laughed at Z’s jokes and said they had a cute smile before nurses waved their hands frantically in front of the lens. “No pictures! You can’t take pictures in here!”
In the waiting room, a nurse reviewed medication with a purple-haired patient fresh out of surgery. The patient nodded along, drowsy and clearly uninterested. Z caught the moment anyway.
The walls were crowded with data, charts, and test results. Doctors clustered around Manila folders, discussing treatment plans, until the familiar refrain rang out again: “You can’t be in here! Guest areas only!”
Eventually, Z wandered into the lab. A technician spun blood samples and peered into a microscope. Z raised the camera.
“Gross,” they whispered, snapping a photo over his shoulder.
The tech didn’t even flinch. He smiled and shrugged. “Gross,” he agreed. “But necessary.”
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[ Snowboarding ]
Rhea was truly in her element, shredding recklessly through the snow on a long board. She was feeling the rush of it all. What a glorious morning for snowboarding. She was proud of her performance, even if it was a little rough around the edges. She felt in alignment. Alive, fulfilled, life is going on around her, and she's a part of it.
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[ Atlas Academy for Occult Children ]
Out in the courtyard during their free hour, Z sits with Zelda at the picnic table. "So, what's up? Are you going to ask Adalyn out?"
Zelda felt flushed. "What? Adalyn? What gave you that idea?" she stammered.
Daniel stood behind Z and laughed. "Maybe it was because you were staring at her so hard we thought a lesbian laser beam was gonna shoot from your eyes?"
Zelda's heart was pounding, and she laughed at them. "Was it that obvious? Do you think she noticed?"
"If she didn't, she's just as oblivious as you are. I should start charging for how often I have to pull you out of the *pretty girl sighted* trance." Z chuckled and leaned forward to their sister. "So, you're planning something, right? A proposal to the junior dance, mayhaps?"
Zelda felt her shoulders tense up at the thought. "She just joined the cheerleading squad. I'm sure I'll get the chance to talk with her soon."
Both Z and Zelda have protective gnomes that sit in their rooms. One of Atlas, the god of werewolves, and the other of the Grim Reaper. Someday, they'll collect enough fairy dust to bring them both to life.
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[ End of Spring Party - Ancient Ruins ]
The Jupiter generation of teens gathered together at the ancient ruins as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon. The small island carried a natural eeriness, especially as night crept in, but surrounded by classmates and familiar voices, the twins felt confident navigating the festivities. Some students lounged near the bubble blower, gazing out at the sunset as it bled gold and pink across the ocean.
“You’ve heard of Emily, right? The sea monster?” one teen yelled excitedly.
“Emily’s not even real!” another shouted back.
That didn’t stop anyone from crowding together at the shoreline, squinting directly into the dying light, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever giant lizard-fish creature might be lurking out in the depths.
Elsewhere, teens danced atop flattened cardboard boxes while a boombox blared music into the open air. A few shifted into their wolf forms and lifted their heads to howl, the sound cutting through laughter and chatter. Friends bounced from corner to corner of the ruins, their voices echoing off ancient stone walls. The music radiated like a pulse from beneath the planet itself, rising up through the ground and vibrating through the soles of their feet.
Above them, the sky deepened into a navy-blue blanket, stars beginning to peek through the heavy curtain of night. Some of the teens started to shiver as the air cooled, pulling jackets tighter around themselves.
