Sheâs an OC, the 6th heir of the Pollock legacy. She's a lesbian, sheâs got abs, sheâs the mafia boss, she's a chainsmoker, sheâs got a nasty personality and probably some mommy issues too. If none of that convinces you, let me tell you a few more things about her.
She lied to her rich family so she could move to Mt. Komorebi and afford to spend every day at the casino gambling daddyâs money. But donât worry, she loves her dad. Her mom? Not so much. She kinda was the reason her personality turned out this messed up.
But why Mt. Komorebi? Well, thatâs where her high school sweetheart lives, the girl of her dreams! Her first love⌠who, by the way, is engaged to a man and also a member of the mafia. Great match.
Pandora did everything to win her girl backâeven climbed up the ranks of the criminal organization just to snatch that juicy boss position to impress her girl. The price? Getting rid of one of her best friends. Minor detail.
Did I mention her other new girlfriend is hot, blonde, and a police detective? Yup. The same detective who threw Pandora in jail. Another amazing match.
If that still doesnât convince you, Iâll just add one more thing: she has some badass tattoos like her exâs name on her ribs.
Are you Bad? Are you Butch? Do you wanna let everyone know that you're That Bitch? Then this is the tournament for you
The Rules:
Deadline for submissions is: May 21st, 2025
Submissions must be a sim. They can be from any game, but they must be: Your own original creation, an EA/Maxis premade, your own makeover of an EA/Maxis premade, or the offspring of some combination of the above.
You may not submit sims belonging to someone else. All non-premade sims must be submitted by their creators.
Sims can be recreations of fictional characters from other media sources, but these recreations must be made by you, the submitter. Additionally, all propaganda and images provided must be sims screenshots, or legally belong to you, the submitter.
Sims must be at least a Young Adult. Some games do ages differently, but we wont be accepting any teens, children, toddlers, infants, etc.
Sim does not need to be playable or human. For example, Grim Reaper, the mother plant, etc.
You may submit multiple sims. Go nuts. Within reason. This time, the cap is 5 sims, max. (Unless you have some sort of really, really good argument as to why you should be allowed to submit more than that. Then, dm me about it. Weâll talk.)
Images must be safe to post on tumblr. I donât want polls getting flagged and skewing the results, so keep it clean-ish. (I wonât blame anybody if a post does get flagged, itâs not your fault, but like, no full frontal nudity, okay? Letâs use some common sense is all)
No negative propaganda.
Sims may be rejected at moderator discretion.
Ok? Now weâre moving on to the real good stuff:
How to submit your sim(s):
Make a post on your blog (or one post per sim, if you prefer), @ this blog (@simblorbo-bracket), and make sure you include the following info for each sim:
Name of sim
At least 1 image of the sim. A square image (~1:1 aspect ratio) is preferred for your main image. If no square image is provided, your image may be cropped for formatting when the polls begin. (A main image will be included above the poll, additional images will be below a readmore alongside the propaganda. You can specify which image youâd like to use as the main, if you have a preference)
Whether they are an original creation, premade, recreation of a fictional character from other media, or EA premade makeover
(Optional) Additional propaganda! Why else should people vote for your sim? What makes that Bad? What makes them That Bitch? Remember: no negative propaganda. Lift up your candidate instead of putting others down.
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Hey, so its been a while and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so Iâm really sorry about that. currently, Iâm almost done writing chapter 4 ( I like to be ahead) so if I get some feedback ill probably post chapter 3 pretty soon. as always this is proudly trash but I try really hard so I hope you enjoy. please leave feedback (OF ANY KIND)
this is like half edited so apologiesÂ
until then xo- I
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It was almost a week until Lila saw them again, she had spent her nights and early mornings working at the bar. At first the job seemed hard but, in the end, she loved it. Â Although the wage wasnât great, tips made up for it. With a flirty smile and unbuttoning a few extra buttons Lilaâs tips almost doubled and she couldnât be happier.
Most of her days were spent writing music. She was desperate to get enough money for a piano, but she knew that would take a while. Â That was the first thing she missed from home. Her piano. She had gotten it as a birthday gift when she was 7 and it was one of her most prized possessions. That was in the past now.
Currently, she was standing in the bar, it was 5pm and apart from the two men in the corner of the bar, it was empty. The band for tonight was supposed to arrive any minute, so while she waited Lila wiped down all the tables and helped tidy the bar. Lila was so distracted stacking the clean glasses that when she heard a cough, she dropped the glass in her hand.
She turned so quickly curses spilled from her lips but quickly stopped when she saw who had scared her. Roger. The angel-faced drummer, that could charm the pants off anyone. Not thatâs Lila cared it had been a while since she got any and she was sure heâd be good. She just liked the chase.
âHello Lilaâ his voice was so amazing, and Lila couldnât help but imagine how it would sound in bed,
âHello Roger, how are youâ she tried to play hard to get she really did, but she knew, and he probably did too, that he was just much too attractive for his own good.
âmuch better now youâre here love, could I grab a drink thanksâ he was flirting, fucking typical. As Lila poured his drink, they chatted about nothing in particular.
As they set up and practised a few notes, the bar began to fill, and it got increasing busy. The show went well, everyone cheered them on, Lila found herself bopping and long to most of the songs. By the end, she had memorised most of the lyrics and even a few chords. She wrote them down on a napkin that she put in her back pocket.
It was past 1 and the bar was finally slowing down, the boys were packing up finally after doing another unplanned half set and they all looked exhausted. Lila poured four pints and walked them backstage.
Freddie was the first to see her,
âDarling, how great were weâ the smile on his face made her smile as well and even though they were barely strangers she felt much calmer in his presence.
âabsolutely amazing, you guys are wonderfulâ although Freddie was the only one around, she was sure her compliments would get back to everyone soon enough,
âwe really are arenât weâ they both laughed softly.
Lila placed the drinks on a nearby table and sat down on the chair, sighing as she sat down.
âLila, darling you are absolutely gorgeous. But you look complete exhaustedâ Freddie sat down next to her and pushed the hair that framed her face back.
âhow long have you been working todayâ Lila looked at her watch and did the mental math,
âwell I started just after midday so about 13 hours give or takeâ Freddie gasped and tutted
âYou will run yourself ragged working like thatâ
âIâm not working tomorrow so Iâll be fine,â Lila said aloud more so to convince herself, but she needed the money. She had told her self she wouldnât touch her trust money unless she absolutely needed it. She didnât.
Lila went back to the bar and Hudson told her to finish up she could go home. He gave her the weeksâ pay which she tucked away in the pocket of her coat. She grabbed her small purse and started walking home. Â It was cold. She had her big red coat, which was doing a lousy job of keeping her warm. Her uniform consisted of black high waisted shorts and a white long-sleeved button up. She left more than necessary buttons undone and always wore her best push up bra. She left her hair out in its natural waves and did her usual minimal natural makeup. Â As for footwear, she wore her knee-high heeled black boots and some tan stocking underneath. It was a simple uniform, but it was flattering.
Never the less when she was walking home of a night even with her coat, she was cold. She had barely gotten 100m from the pub when a van pulled up beside her, she moved away from the road and kept walking.
âLila, do you want a lift homeâ it was Roger, she let out a sigh of relief as she turned.
âItâs fine really Itâs only a 10-minute walkâ she didnât want to be annoying,
âItâs late and itâs not safe to be walking around, just get in loveâ Lila nodded and mumbled an okay as she walked around to get in the passenger seat. Â
Lila gave the easy directions and Roger drove, he pulled up directly out the front and Lila thanked him. He waited as she walked over to the door and started fishing around in her purse for the keys.
âfuck meâ she tried to say it quietly, but the annoyance was obvious. Â Roger had a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, as he watched her stand at the door.
âeverything ârightâ
âI canât find my keys, I must have forgotten them when I rushed to work earlierâ she ran a hand through her hair and exhaled loudly.
Roger thought for a moment, but his intentions were totally innocent,
âyou could come to stay with me, just wait until the morning to sort it outâ he took the final drab of his cigarette before continuing, âFred said you had the day off tomorrowâ
Lila thought about it, she really had nowhere else to go.
âare you sureâ
âpositiveâ
âokay if itâs alright, I promise I'll pay you back somehowâ
âOh, Iâm sure you willâ Roger teased, and winked at Lila. Â She scoffed as she sat back in the van.
The night went fairly normal. Roger insisted on taking the couch and letting Lila have his bed, but Lila refused to kick him out of his own bed. So, they mutually agreed to share the bed. As they laid in darkness Lila faced the wall, away from Roger, smiling.
As much as she hated to admit it to herself, he was cute and charming. it could never happen. She would not let it happen. It wasnât hard to understand his reputation and she would not become one of those girls. She didnât want to get tangled up in a boy. She was here for the music.
She woke up just after sunrise, after quickly finding a notebook and pen she wrote a thank you note and left some money on top. Â She snuck out as quietly as she could, but she tripped on the mat, landing with a thud. Earning her a dirty look from the old lady down the hall that was collecting her paper.
Lila sat out the front of her apartment building until one of the neighbours walked out and she snuck in through the door after them. She thought that she had been clever to leave a key hidden by her door, but she had conveniently forgotten about needing a key for the apartment door.
Once she got inside, she showered and flopped back into bed, falling into a deep sleep. It was as just passed midday when she woke so after some coffee and a cookie, she started writing.
When I'm with you, I can never read your mind
Why don't you know?
I'm lying when I say I'm fine
Why don't you learn how to love me?
When I can't sleep, would you hold me?
I'd only cry if I can't speak
Should've shown you how to love me
Lila sat on her living room floor scrap paper filled with lyrics and chords surrounding her, as she sang lyrics and strummed out the melody on her guitar. Her perfect voice filled the practically bare apartment, giving each word a perfect echo. Â If you had of been listening, you could have sworn it was an angel.
It was dark out by the time the song was finished to Lilaâs standards. She was happy, over the last week she had written countless songs but none of them felt so right. As a treat she started to run the bath, adding in some of the cheap shampoos she had brought to make bubbles. Baths always relaxed her, as her body felt like it was aching.
As she sat in the bath, she made a mental list of what she needed to do.
Firstly, she needed to get her hands on a piano. It was killing her not being able to compose on one and if she dipped into her trust money, she should have enough to get one second-hand.
Secondly, she needed to try and line up some gigs. She didnât start until 4pm tomorrow so she would spend most of her day walking around to the cafes and bars nearby.
Thirdly she needed to buy more coffee. That was absolutely essential.
The bath water eventually went cold, so she got out and dried off, changing into some bell bottom jeans and mustard coloured cropped tee that she tied into a knot. She grabbed her purse and keys and left her apartment. Â
The weeks went on and nothing much changed. Lila worked into the early morning hours most nights, she would write all day and on days off she would walk around the city trying to get gigs. Nothing worked. Â Nowhere would let her play. She had been to every single Queen performance since she stayed at Rogerâs. According to him, that was how she was paying him back.
Lila grew closer with the entire band.
She and Freddie would spend hours shopping and creating new âstage clothesâ. Funnily enough, she was roughly the same size, so Freddie practically used Lila as a human mannequin. She didnât mind. She loved how Freddie would shower her with compliments and boost her confidence like no other. Freddie reminded her of Rosie. Lila tried to ignore how much she missed Rosie, so she distracted herself with Freddie.
Brian became sort of a big brother to Lila, he very quickly became the one for all sorts of advice and help. He also came in handy when Lila had to build her furniture, she was slowly filling her apartment with. Â Brian reminded her of home, it helped more than he probably knew.
John was quiet and just watched from afar for the first month or so, that was he found Lila out the back of the pub she worked at sobbing. Lila had a bad day, from not being able to pick up jobs to slicing her hand on a broken glass had been her tipping point. He held her and listened to her rambling until she calmed down. He would ask how she was, and it was like he could read through all her bullshit, he just knew. Â John reminded her of Sadie, though she would never admit it. Not even to herself. Â
That left Roger. From the moment Roger and Lila stood in the same room the sexual tension was so thick you could choke. From longing stares and lust filled glances, playful banter and suggestive comments from both sides it was so blinding obvious what they both wanted. It was like it had become a game. Who would crack first? Who would give in.? Lila thought she had the advantage. She would wear her short skirts and low tops; her hair fell perfectly, and she would sway her hips just slightly more. It drove Roger absolutely wild. He knew exactly what she was doing. Two could play that game. He would wear his shirts unbuttoned and hair messy, his smirk would dance across his face whenever their eyes met. Â Lila swears she had never been more sexually frustrated in her life.
In the almost three months she had known the boys they had never once asked why she came to London, and in fear of what they would think Lila never told them about her music. She would go to plenty of their band practices and gigs and sing along softly but never enough to catch their attention.
That was until they had all come to her apartment in the afternoon, the only one of them that had ever been inside of her apartment was Brian and they were curious. So, she offered to cook dinner for them. She had the day off, so Lila had gone to the local food market and collected all her ingredients for her favourite meal. Â She had cleaned the entire apartment, or so she thought she had grown so accustomed to the papers covered in sheet music and lyrics that she just straightens them, not thinking to move or hide them.
When she heard the door knock it was, of course, Brian and John, perfectly on time. Lila welcomed them in offering drinks and what not. The three sat around in her living room just chatting as they waited for the other two to arrive. Roger arrived next. Looking absolute ravishing of course, not that Lila would ever let Roger know that.
â finally gracing us with your presenceâ Â Lila tone was jokingly as she took his coat and hung it up for him, Roger got distracted by Lilaâs ass before she shook himself out of his trance and commented back,
âyeah well I was deciding if I wanted to be poisoned or notâ Â they both playfully rolled their eyes and they got comfortable in the living room, joining in with Brain and Johns conversation Â
Freddie arrived not much later, fashionably late of course. Dinner goes well everyone enjoys Lilaâs cooking, playful banter was thrown across the table and everyone had a smile. After dinner, everyone retreated back into the living room and Roger is fidgeting with the papers sitting on the table next to him, Â too distracted by Lilaâs tight Demin skirt and dusty rosy coloured shirt thatâs expertly tied just above her navel. Her legs are crossed, and her head was held up by her arm resting on the edge of the sofa. She was listening so intently to Brianâs story about space or something boring that Roger was sure of.
He looks down at the paper in his hands. It's lyrics. Song lyrics. The music notes below it is a dead giveaway. Roger read through the lyrics quickly and he didnât recognise them, so it must be an original song. The lyric seemed so personal but also so familiar  and before he could  think the words fell from his lips,
âLila why didnât you tell us you wrote musicâ Â the shock on her face cause him off guard, she looked so embarrassed, which he couldnât understand the song was amazing he was sure it. Lyrically it was stunning.
âOh, it uh never really came up I guessâ Roger rolled his eyes, why would she hide this. She was clearly talented. Â But before he could question further Freddie jumped in,
âso you sing my darling, what about instrumentsâ Lila nodded and looked down playing with her hands as she spoke
âYeah I uh I sing, and I play the guitar, and piano since preschool and little drums as wellâ she paused before continuing âI played bass a little in high school as well, but it hurt my fingers too much, so I gave upâ Â they all sat there astounded.
Lila. Their Lila sounded like a music prodigy and there she was working in some dodgy bar in downtown London.
âwell love you must simply play something for us, something youâve written pleaseâ Lila shook her head,
âFred i-I couldnât, Iâve played in front of plenty of people but youâre the best musicians Iâve ever seen It would just be embarrassingâ Â Freddie wasnât having any of it he wanted to hear Lila play. He would hear Lila play if it was the last thing he did.
âwell then I refuse to leave until you do soâ Â roger piped up as well,
âme too I wanna hear youâ this encouraged Brian and John who both joined the mini protest. Lila rolled her eyes and stood up, of course, they were going to be stubborn mules.
âif it really means that much Iâll play, let me grab my guitarâ she scurried off and they all started chatting excitedly. Worried that they may have gotten their hopes up, what if she was bad. They all promised they wouldnât embarrass her or hurt her feelings no matter what she sounded like.
They all watched her every move as she sat on the armrest, a crème coloured acoustic guitar in her hand. She took a deep breath and started playing,
When I'm with you
I can never read your mind
Why don't you know
I'm lying when I say I'm fine
Why don't you learn
How to love me
When I can't sleep
Would you hold me
I'd only cry
If I can't speak
Should've to show you
How to love me
Her voice was so angelic. Everyone sat there in awe as she played and sand the entire song not missing a beat. Her dainty fingers danced across the strings playing chords like they were made for her. Â She finished, and nobody moved. Everyone was so entranced by her voice and the melody to even say a word.
âI knew it was bad, I âŚi shouldnât have played just forgetâ Freddie scoffed he looked almost offended,
âforget, you want me to forget the best voice Iâve ever heard, darling youâre an angelâ Â Lila tried to shoot down the compliment, but no one would let her get a word in between their praises.
Because if I have to put up with these assholes, so do the rest of you:
"Hey guys." Â Bucky waved to the group as he set his backpack on the table and dropped into his seat. Â
Sam held out his fist for a bump, but didn't look up from his laptop. Â Wanda and Peggy waved from where they were hunched over Peggy's phone, watching something or another. Â Tony didn't even bother to look up from the well-worn book he was thumbing through, but he also had his earbuds in, so chances were he hadn't even heard Bucky. Â And Rhodey nodded in response as his thumbs flew across his phone screen.
"Where's Steve?" Bucky asked, grabbing his lab reading for his Sedimentary Geology class.
Sam shrugged. Â "Thought it was your day to watch him."
"Only if it's his very cute little ass," Peggy added, with a grin.
"Yeah, I'm not even going to dignify that with a response," Bucky said, even though he could feel himself starting to blush. Â It wasn't like Peggy was wrong, really â Steve did had an exceptionally cute ass. Â Yeah, it was on the small side, but it was perfectly rounded and filled his hands just right and definitely fit his dick just right and â nope, he needed to stop before Peggy's smirk got even more insufferable.
"You really are about as transparent as glass, you know," she observed.
"Eh, leave him be, getting well laid's made him not as uptight," Wanda said. Â "It's sweet."
Bucky frowned. Â "I'm not uptight."
"That's a joke, right?" Sam asked.
"I'm not," Bucky insisted. Â "You know better." Â He did fun things. Â And God knew he'd been dragged into enough craziness by his heathen friends.
"Look, all I'm saying is that Rhodey is more adventurous than you and his idea of a fun night out is going to get pizza, then making out."
Rhodey made a face at Sam. Â "Never heard you complaining about either one, so."
"Well, that depends on the pizza," Tony chimed in, finally looking up from his book.
Rhodey was already shaking his head before Tony even finished. Â "No, Tone, we're not doing this, pineapple does not belong anywhere near pizza â"
"Bruce and I beg to differ â"
"Which is why you two are on your own lab nights until you see the error of your ways."
"You're on the outs on the project because you're fighting over pizza?" Wanda asked, cupping her chin in her hand as she peered around Peggy to look at Rhodey. Â "Seriously?"
Rhodey shrugged. Â "It's gross, man, I don't want to be anywhere near it."
Tony rolled his eyes. Â "Sam's ass is also gross and yet that doesnât stop you fromâ ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head where Rhodey'd smacked him.
"You deserved that."
"Also, my ass is delicious," Sam declared, with a sunny grin, as everyone at the table groaned.
Bucky thunked his head on his book. Â "You are all the fucking worst," he mumbled. Â He really did need better friends. Â And possibly a new study group.
(this post will be edited as needed throughout the tournament)
Welcome to the Simblr's Baddest Butch Bitch bracket!
We are currently in round: Submissions (OPEN)
About/Rules under the cut (please read!)
This blog and bracket are both being run by @ssspringroll (aka @exculis)
You can also send in propaganda for other people's sims, as long as its positive! No negative propaganda!
Feel free to send it in through the ask box, or however else you'd like
What is a simblr?
A Sims Tumblr. We blog about sims. You don't need to have a blog dedicated to sims in order to enter or participate. If you just like voting on things, you don't even need to know what a sim is! All are welcome to vote as they please.
What does it mean to be 'bad'?
In this tournament, we mean 'bad' in a slang sense, like 'cool' or 'edgy'. You can interpret 'bad' however you like, as long as you keep things positive!
Butch?
adjective
1. Exhibiting stereotypically masculine appearance or behavior. Used especially of lesbians and gay men.
Bitch??
We're using the word 'bitch' mostly as edgy flavor text. Any sim can be submitted regardless of sex, gender, identity, etc.
Bracket???
This is a tournament-style competition (for fun!)
There will be multiple rounds, in each round two competitors will fight for votes in a tumblr poll lasting 1 week. The winners of each poll will move on to the next round, fighting another foe in the same sort of battle.
Depending on the number of entries the tourney may be short or quite long. If the number is on the lower side, there may be a loser's bracket, wherein the losers of each poll will have a chance to redeem themselves, and fight their way back to a chance at the crown.
This is NOT a popularity contest.
While no one can control how you vote except you, you are encouraged not to just vote for the simmer you like more or to only vote for your friends. Instead, try to vote with your heart. Maybe you'll discover a new favorite?
NO Negativity
We are here to celebrate everyone's meow meows, not to put anyone down for any reason. This includes yourself. It will not be tolerated. No guilt trips, self-deprecation, or negative propaganda. Let's all be chill and be friends, okay?
Lila Florence Atkins. The Black sheep of the reputable Atkins family. Lila had spent her life dreaming of being a musician, although her parents never approved. At a first glance Lila had it all but when she run away in search of her dreams everything changes. Lila meets the gorgeous angel faced drummer, Roger Taylor. Lilaâs life has changed forever, for better or for worse.
So, the good news is, my Stucky Big Bang rough draft - the College AU - is done (woohoo!) and my artist finally has a complete fic to look over.
The bad news is, Iâm pretty sure itâs a 37,000 word mess and I only have 10-ish days to really dig into it to fix it AND get it betaâd AND work on those edits.
Which, of course, means Iâve been spending my day today working on @viperbraniumâs birthday fic instead, because I have priorities, yo. :D
