GAMEBOY ⟢ phainon 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 the concept of streamer boy phainon having a cute ass partner. gender neutral reader!
Phainon feels absolute dread wash over him when he hears your footsteps approach the room he’s currently in. No one in the chat notices how pale he gets and how sweat starts dripping down his face, because if anyone knows you exist, hell might aswell unleash.
He’s a popular streamer for a reason. Pretty face, pretty voice, a body craved by the Gods themselves and—oh—Yeah, good at games too.
People love him a lot, sometimes too much to the point where he wonders if having a face cam was a bad idea. It definitely does bring him money, and he appreciates the donations he gets but if it means accidentally revealing his own partners face.
He does not want the face cam!
The door opens, and Phainon forgets why he was so worried in the first place when he sees you standing there in his t-shirt and pants. They’re a bit too big on you but it’s not a surprise when Phainon is massive. He completely ignores how the chat starts moving at an insane speed when they start hearing someone speak.
“It’s 2 in the morning, Phai.” The streamer nervously chuckles while scratching the back of his neck, “Was I loud?” His question makes you sigh, and start walking inside, shutting the door behind you.
fagtron300: WHO IS THAT
dizzyeyes: DONT TELL ME
hollourple: IS THAT HIS ROOMMATE
“No, but you need to sleep.” The chat doesn’t see your face when you walk into the frame, only the midriff of your body as Phainon’s hands find themselves on your waist, staring up at you with puppy eyes that you’re convinced he’s trying to guilt-trip you.
“Come back to bed.” Phainon’s hands on your waist tighten, gulping down a bundle of saliva as your hands reach up and caress his face gently. You always knew how to get a putty Phainon, but Phainon can’t necessarily say no to you whenever you ask for something.
He was planning on going to bed, but his mouse kept moving to the ‘Start Match’ in the bottom right corner of his screen. He definitely regrets not going to bed sooner with you, you’re the love of his life and the reason why he can spoil you is ‘cause of his streaming career.
Phainon couldn’t care less about that when you lean down to kiss his forehead, a stupid smile appearing on his face.
drpepper: NO FUCKING WAY
vhsghost: OMGOMGOMG LOVESICK PHAINON??
glitterglizzy: more like puppy phainon cuz what 😭😭 mf folded
Your eyes caught the chat, and blinked, “Why is the chat moving so fast?” Phainon freezes up, slowly turns to eye the camera facing him and currently on, “I’m streaming…” Both of you snap your heads to look at eachother, and before he knows it, you’ve jumped out of his arms and far away from the camera.
“You had your face cam on!?” You questioned with panic in your voice. Phainon waves his hands in the air, “I was going to tell you before you came in!” Your eye twitched, pointing a finger at him.
“So they saw me?” Phainon’s eyes drifts to the chat before slowly nodding, “And heard you too…” Your heart drops straight to your ass as your face buries it into your hands, “Phainon!” He curls into himself with a pouty look.
“I forgot! You kissed me and made me feel stupid!”
“This is my fault!?”
Phainon huffs with a pout and turns back to his stream, staring at it for ten seconds before ending it abruptly. The headphones are tossed off his head and he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder without you fighting back, minus the groan you let out when you now know the entire internet might as well know you now.
Streamer ‘Khasnon,’ also known as ‘Phainon,’ reveals his partner on stream last night after they enter his room. He tweets the morning of to not harass them and to please not dig up their socials until they’re ready to appear on screen.
sparkleshaft: let me into the relationship please😢 replying — fariedoll: PLEASE SPEED I NEED THIS😭😭😭
Phainon watches as you pout and create shapes onto the bare skin of his chest. He sighs and lets himself stare at the ceiling while his hand moves up and down your back, bringing you closer to him.
cw: fem reader, sexual content, desperate ben, vibes are used
wc: 1821
a/n: MEOWWWWWW. #needdat. also posting from my computer for the first time so we'll see how this goes
The first time Ben had complimented you, everyone in chat assumed it was pure irony.
B3N_DROWNED: god i would let u yell at me for misplaying that boss. respectfully of course.
Your mods immediately were texting back and forth in the private chat.
“He’s back.”
“was he evr gone LMFAO”
You glanced at the two rapidly moving chats between loading screens and couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “Hi Ben.” There he was again, same monochrome profile picture, same username, same little skull emoji tacked onto every message. You’d recognize him anywhere.
“…As long as it’s respectful,” you said, pointing dramatically at the pinned stream rules. Rule #1: Don’t be weird. Rule #2: Don't be overtly sexual. Rule #3: Listen to the mods.
Ben’s reply was instant.
B3N_DROWNED: understood queen
A moderator timed him out for thirty seconds. It became a ritual. Every single stream, without fail. Horror games? Ben appeared. Cozy farming sims? Ben appeared. Even that one random 2009 visual novel you dug up at 2 a.m.—he was there before the title screen finished loading. Chat joked that he had notifications hardwired into his bloodstream. You started joking about it too.
“Ben’s probably already here.”
The chat exploded.
HE IS. LOOK.
HE’S LITERALLY FIRST BRO
Sure enough, his message popped up.
B3N_DROWNED: hi babe:)
He never technically crossed the hard lines. His comments were always suggestive enough to make your mods twitch, but phrased as jokes. He backed off the second you gave him that particular look through the camera. Still, the timeouts piled up. He wore every single one like a badge of honor.
B3N_DROWNED: if u were a ghost would u still stream?
“Ben.”
B3N_DROWNED: hypothetical
“Timeout for being creepy.”
He accepted it cheerfully. When he returned: B3N_DROWNED: i deserved that. worth it.
Months slipped by, and you started expecting him. If five minutes passed without his familiar username, you’d catch yourself asking chat, “Has anyone seen Ben?” The community lost their minds every time. When he finally appeared—late, claiming “ traffic”—you rolled your eyes but felt an odd little flicker of relief.
He stream-sniped with terrifying precision. No matter how many thousands queued for a match, his character would appear, crouch twice, spin in circles, and type ‘hi :)’ in game chat. Your friends groaned. You called him terrifying. His avatar just waved innocently.
It wasn't a coincidence. Ben had studied every tiny habit: how long you lingered in menus, the average amount of time you took to refill your water, the way you answered donations before requeuing. He watched every VOD, every clip. Routines made you feel knowable. Close. He never admitted it, not even to himself.
Discord friend requests from viewers were an ironclad no. Until one Tuesday night at 11:48 PM, after a long editing session, his request appeared. Your cursor hovered. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. But your finger moved on its own and clicked Accept.
In his own room Ben nearly dropped his phone. “She accepted…”
The first messages were awkward, halting. Then conversations stretched longer—twenty minutes at first, then hours. Voice chat came next. Late-night calls after streams became routine. His voice was quieter than you expected, dry and self-deprecating, laced with that same obsessive attention to detail. He remembered the offhand comment you made six months ago about your cat’s surgery. The indie band you mentioned once. The way you hated certain textures. Everything.
You talked about terrible horror games and old creepypastas until 3 a.m. He listened more than he spoke. Every time you laughed, his room felt a little less empty. Beneath the gremlin energy and flirty jokes, Ben was patient. Static behind a monitor. Always waiting.
The weeks blurred together after that first Discord acceptance. What began as careful, late-night typing sessions evolved into voice calls that stretched until the sky lightened outside your window. Ben’s voice became something you looked forward to more than you wanted to admit. He never pushed. He waited for you to set the pace, content to listen while you ranted about bad game design or the latest streamer drama.
But the tension was there, simmering beneath every “goodnight, babe” and every lingering pause. His compliments grew softer, more genuine. Your responses stopped being purely playful deflections.
One night, after a particularly grueling horror stream where chat had been relentless, you switched to a private call. The topic drifted, as it sometimes did, into teasing territory.
“You really would let me yell at you, huh?” you asked, half-joking.
Ben’s laugh was quiet, almost shy. “I’d probably thank you after.”
The silence that followed felt extra charged. You shifted on your bed, cheeks warm. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah… but you keep letting me stay on the call anyway.”
That was the first night things crossed the line. The flirting turned explicit—slow, hesitant at first, then bolder as you both admitted how long you’d been thinking about it. Ben’s breathing grew heavier when you described what you were wearing. Yours hitched when he told you exactly what he wanted to do if he were in the room.
Mutual masturbation became the new ritual. Webcams turned on. His was on constantly now, a silent agreement after you’d shyly asked if he could keep it running “so it feels less one-sided.” He obliged instantly, the monochrome filter of his setup casting him in eerie, pale light that somehow made him look even more unreal—ethereal, hungry, and entirely focused on you.
You introduced toys on your side a few nights later. The first time, you held up a small purple vibrator, cheeks burning. Ben’s eyes widened on camera, his hand already moving under the frame.
“Fuck, show me how you use it,” he whispered, voice cracking into that familiar whine. “Please? I need to see.”
You did. Legs spread for the camera, you pressed the buzzing toy against yourself while he stroked in time with your movements, moaning openly. “You’re so pretty like this… god, the sounds you make—ah—I’m gonna lose it just watching you.”
He was loud, unfiltered. Every thrust of your toy earned a string of desperate praises and whimpers: “Right there—yeah, just like that. You’re gonna make me cum so hard—shit, I wish I could taste you.”
You came with his name on your lips. He followed seconds later, head thrown back, hips jerking as he spilled over his fist with a long, broken whine that sent aftershocks through you.
It became addictive. Night after night, the calls grew longer, filthier. Toys rotated—vibrators, dildos, anything that made him vocal. Ben kept his camera rolling the entire time, even between sessions, like he couldn’t bear to look away.
Then came the night everything changed.
You were still flushed and breathless, the toy discarded beside you, when the monitor rippled. The image of Ben on your screen distorted like water, pixels stretching and warping. His eyes—those unnaturally dark, knowing eyes—locked onto yours through the glass.
He leaned forward.
And crawled through.
His shoulders emerged after his head, then his torso, arms bracing on the edge of your desk with a solid, impossible thud. The rest of him followed in a fluid, unnatural motion until he dropped onto your floor on all fours, fully real, fully here.
You screamed.
Heart slamming against your ribs, you bolted off the bed, legs tangling in the sheets for a terrifying second. “Ben—what the fuck—how?!” Pure panic sent you scrambling toward the nightstand, hand outstretched for your phone. This wasn’t possible. This was a hallucination, a nightmare even.
But even as terror spiked through you, heat pooled low in your belly. He was here. Real. The same messy hair, the same intense stare that had watched you fall apart on camera night after night. And the way he looked up at you from the floor, desperate, reverent, a little scared himself, it made your body react before your brain could catch up.
“Y/N wait, please—” His voice was the same raspy whisper from the calls, but rawer now, unfiltered by speakers. He stayed on his knees, hands raised like he was approaching a startled animal. “I didn’t mean to—fuck, I couldn’t stay on the other side anymore. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but please don’t run. I’d never hurt you.”
You grabbed the phone. Your thumb hovered over the screen, but you didn’t unlock it. Confusion warred with the lingering arousal, the way your thighs still trembled from the earlier orgasm. Ben looked wrecked—pupils blown, chest heaving, a visible bulge straining against his soaked pants.
“I’m freaking out, Ben,” you whispered, voice shaky.
“Im sorry,” he admitted, voice cracking into a whine. “But I’m here. And you’re even more beautiful up close. Please… let me stay. I’ll leave if you want, but god, I can tell how wet you still are. It’s driving me insane.”
The confession, the raw need in his tone, broke something in you. You set the phone down.
Ben crawled forward instantly, still on his knees, until he reached the edge of the bed. His hands—cold at first, then warming against your skin—slid up your calves. “Thank you. Fuck, thank you. Been dreaming about this every night while you used those toys. You have no idea how much I need you, baby.”
He was whiney, vocal, and utterly desperate the moment you pulled him up onto the bed. His mouth found yours in a messy, hungry kiss, tasting faintly of static and vanilla chapstick. Clothes came off in frantic tugs—his hoodie being the first thing to go.
“Been so hard for you,” he whimpered against your neck, grinding his cock against your thigh. “Every night, stroking myself while you moaned my name. Please let me fuck you. I’ll be good; I swear I’ll be so good for you.”
When he finally pushed inside, the sound he made was pure sin—a long, trembling whine that vibrated against your collarbone. “Oh my god. So tight, so warm. Fuck, I’m gonna cum already, I can’t!”
He didn’t stop talking, couldn’t stop. Every thrust came with broken, needy commentary: “Feels better than anything—your pussy is perfect—gonna fill you up, been dying to—please, harder? Tell me what you want, I’ll do anything—”
You wrapped your legs around him, nails digging into his back, and Ben completely unraveled. His hips snapped faster, voice pitching higher into desperate moans and whimpers. “Yes, yes, just like that, gonna cum inside you, please cum with me, I need to feel it—”
You shattered first, clenching around him. Ben followed with a loud, shattered cry, burying himself deep as he spilled, body shaking, still murmuring praise and thanks against your skin.
He collapsed half on top of you afterward, face pressed into your chest, arms wrapped tight like he was afraid you’d vanish. Soft, needy little sounds still escaped him as he caught his breath.
“Can we do that again?” he whispered, already half-hard against your thigh.
Can u like do like when adapt and y/n are dirty flirting ? I LOVE UR STORIES BTWWW!
“You got a filthy mouth on you” // Adapt ୨ৎ
one shot
streamer x youtuber
!18+
warnings: smut!, dirty talking on both sides, kissing, daddy talk (nickname), kissing on body, cl!t play, handjob on female, finger in mouth, male dominanting, edging, p in v unprotected, finishing inside.
You’re a YouTuber. On YouTube you mostly do vlogs, routines and sometimes videogames. When you do those video games you do it with your boyfriend, Alex better known as Adapt on the internet.
Alex and you’ve been dating since a few years when you met each other on an Youtube event. You just started vlogging and blew up, you knew some of the streamers. Thats how you got to know each other. Without even noticing you both ended up in the same friendgroup. It turned out into a relationship.
The internet loved you both. He appeared on your vlogs and you appeared on his streams. The perfect couple.
—
At this day you were vlogging around, just a day in the life. You went to the mall to grab some things that were needed. Tonight you’d go to the CORE house. Alex was the ceo of the content group and lived there with his friends.
You made your way to the house and walked in since the door was unlocked. “Mom is back!” You announced. The boys would call you mom since they called Alex daddy, because he was the oldest. Plus you took care of them if they needed help.
Ron, Lacy and Alex were in the living room, lounging on the couch as you walked in, they laughed at your entry. “Heyy mommm” Ron said with a chuckle.
Lacy waved as he was too busy eating (of course). Alex looked at you, damn you looked hot in those shorts.
“Heyy guyss.” you replied and sat next to Alex. You did notice his look, he was looking like that. “Baby?” you said softly and pecked his lips.
“Love.” He held you back in the kiss, not letting you break it. Alex was in a mood, that mood.
“Ay don’t fuck on our couch!” Lacy joked. Ron laughed.
You pulled away. “Damn what’s gotten into you hm?” You teased Alex and ruffled your hand in his hair.
“Better to ask what i want to put in you.” He replied with no shame.
You gasped, shook at his dirtiness.
Both guys were amazed by their friend. Saying it like that? Brave.
“Yeah Lacy, let’s go before we get traumatised.” Ron said standing up leaving. Lacy followed him and added. “Still don’t fuck on our couch!”
Alex laughed at them and yelled “I’ll leave a rubber souvenir behind”
“Alex! You got a filthy mouth on you today!” You softly slapped his arm as he was behaving naughty.
“Ow Babe. Sorry that i appreciate my girl that looks fucking beautiful, as always” He grinned as he tapped your butt, drunk at the sight of you. No nonchalant bone in that body of his
“Talking about my face or my bum?” You questioned him jokingly.
“Both.” He mumbled and kissed your neck, collarbone, moving down..
You bit your bottom lip, it felt so good. But no! Not on the couch where anybody could walk in.
“Alex..not here.” You mumbled back even though his lips felt so amazing and tugged at his hair softly.
Alex looked up at you, the guy had every possible feeling in his expression.
“Mmh then in my room.” He told you, without hesitation he lifted you up into his arms, carrying you in bridal style.
He carried you upstairs to his room, laying you on his bed carefully. Diving in to kiss you.
“Alex.” you stopped him, although you wanted him so badly.
“Yes baby?” He asked backing off, if you didn’t want to it was okay with him.
“I want to kiss you all night, trust me all night. But i need to finish my vlog, i got to sent it to my editor.” You explained to him and pecked a kiss as you sat up.
“My hardworking girl hm?” He said softly with a grin. The passion you had in your job was so cute.
You smiled at him. “You should take notes on that” teasing him since he streamed whenever he wanted too.
“The shade at mee” He cried out jokingly, laying back on his bed.
You giggled as he quickly leaned up to kiss you and he wasn’t scared of a little touch..
—
Now you were talking to your camera in his bathroom. Doing your night time routine, makeup removing, skincare and hair care. You had your stuff here too anyway.
Alex was waiting in his room, this took so damn long. He stood up and walked towards his bathroom.
“This moisturiser is my holy grail-“ You showed the camera the moisturiser before getting stopped by Alex walking into the bathroom.
“Go on, im just watching my girl” he explained why he was here and sat on the side of the bathtub behind you.
“Alex joined in too, because im probably taking too long.” You told the camera and chuckled as you applied the moisturiser
He just watched you do your thing, entertained by simple things you did.
—
After you finished your little routine and sent your editor the footage, you went to join him in his bed, he was scrolling on his phone.
“There’s my dessert.” He smirked and put his phone away
After all his filthy flirting, you decided to just do it too, why not? he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close.
“Rude, i gotta let you eat dessert without me getting hydrated?” You said ‘offended’
Oh he loved that comment, you giving the same energy.
“Can’t leave my girl thirsty can i? Those beautiful lips .” He said and went in to kiss you
“Which lips?” you asked sooo innocently.
“Both are beautiful can kiss both.” He grinned as he pulled you on his lap kissing you everywhere he could reach.
From your lips to your jaw, neck, collarbone before reaching to your cleavage. He looked up at you with those eyes ‘Can i?’
You looked down at him he was so good with his lips, those brown eyes you could never resist. Nodding at his question he reached to kiss your cleavage, you threw your head back for him to have more access
“I could kiss you all day and night.” He breathed out as he went to leave love bites up towards your collarbone again.
“Fuck me all day and night instead” You muttered out what more sounded like a moan as you had your head thrown back.
“No need to ask me twice.” before you could respond to him he unbuttoned your shirt open. You were so prepared for this so you wore his favourite bra of yours. A lace black bra that complimented your features perfectly.
“Fuck.” He cursed at the sight. His pants tightening even more if that was even possible, you gave that effect to him.
“Whaaat?” you smirked, knowing he loved that bra.
“You’re actually going to leave me breathless one day” He looked up at you as he said it, seeing your smirk? Such a tease his girl.
Alex took his shirt off, it was getting so hot even though it was a chilly night. You watched him, fuck he was so fine..
He kissed you again after he threw his shirt to god knows where, already undressing you and himself in the process.
Alex broke the kiss as his hands were at your underwear “Lift your hips for me love” he told you with a groggy voice.
Lifting your hips for him he took your underwear off. Without doing anything he took his own off too. He kissed you again.
You felt his hardend shaft rubbing against your core, he did it on purpose fucking tease he was. And on top of that his hand traveled to the most sensitive place of all your body, the clit. He rubbed his thumb in circles making you moan.
“Shh..” he whispered applying more pressure and entering his two fingers into his favourite hole, making you roll your eyes back in pleasure.
“Can’t let the guys hear you hm?” he added as he travelled his other hand to your mouth and parted your lips with his thumb and pointer finger and put his pointer finger in your mouth.
Biting and sucking his finger trying to hold back loud sounds coming out of your mouth. He was fucking hard at the sight of you.
One thing he did was edging you bad, whenever you’d almost come and started to clench he slowed down.
“Fuck you.” You moaned out frustrated.
Alex chuckled deeply at the frustrated look on your face “Can do that.”
You opened your eyes after almost having that sweet release. He was already positioning himself. Before he pushed in he quickly checked in with you, he always wanted you to be comfortable. “You alright love?” He asked holding eye contact.
“Alex if you don’t do something in the next five seconds I’ll literally grab my viberator.” You quite literally threatened the poor guy, you were so frustrated.
“You ain’t using that fucker while i am here.” He said and pushed in, fully. Making you remind what you had.
Something between a moan or a cry came out of your mouth, maybe both? Alex shut you up with a kiss as he himself groaned at the wetness and tightness.
When he knew you adjusted to his size, he started moving, the bed creaking under you two, skin to skin slapping, sounds out of both mouths, kissing sounds.
You had your one hand in his hair the other was scratching his back. His hands were all over the place.
While kissing and moving you felt that pit in your lower stomach, you were so close.
“Alex, im close” you managed to breath out against his lips.
“Fuck, me too love, come with me” He groaned as he started to move even faster, the kissing got more messy.
The edge was reached, you felt like you were in the clouds. Shutting your eyes at your sweet release, moaning his name, scratching his back with the nails that had his initial on it.
At the feelings of your release, you clenched what made him reach his high. He grunted as he came, his warm fluid followed. He collapsed on top of you, heavy breathing as he calmed down.
You both laid there in eachother’s arms calming down at the fun activity but oh so tiring activity.
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HOLY MOLY, first time writing smut. I hope it’s good?!
Streamer!Choso who never actually says he has a girlfriend, but he's blocking every pretty woman in his dms and he laughs every time someone suggests he goes out with some sweet-faced YouTuber. Sometimes he'll glance over the chats that ask about his secret sweetheart, but never enough to warrant concern.
Streamer!Choso who hates posting on instagram and always considers deleting it, but how else could he stalk your posts and watch the weird reels you send him? You tell him that he's got the real thing right in front of him, but he thinks it'd be shame to never see those pictures you post come summer time (in those bikinis with his hand in the corner of a soft launch)
Streamer!Choso who begs you to secretly play for him on stream while he talks, just to see if anyone notices the change in strategy and style. He frowns when you note that people only watch him for his pretty face because he knows that's not true. But maybe there was a reason the views of him playing Valorant were so high, even though he was so bad at it.
Streamer!Choso who occasionally streams with his camera off because he wants to be clingy but you refuse to show your face. He doesn't understand why because there's absolutely no one more perfect than you, he would think. But you like that your relationship is private, and he likes it too. All to himself, no one else but him.
Streamer!Choso who still can't get enough of you anyway, quickly covering the camera and muting when you walk in so he can steal a kiss, or two, or three. People suspect he's yelling at his mother, convinced that that's who he's living with, but he's too busy with his hands up your shirt to see those comments.
Streamer!Choso who almost forgets he's streaming when you walk in late one night, in his t-shirt, walking slowly on your phone to his bed, blinking up at his eyes with that adorable little smile of yours. He loses his game with his staring, his eyes blown out and mouth parted, licking his lips like an animal.
Streamer!Choso who finally notices the chat that's mocking him for that dopey look on his face as the bottom half of you passes by behind him on the screen, questions spilling in about who the mystery girl might be. Not that he cares. You wore that shirt for a reason, he'd assumed, and he's quick to end his live before you can even lay down.
Hi guys! First post on tumblr, kinda excited.
For a long time I've been struggling with attempting new Sims 4 legacy challenges, as I couldn't find any that also go into newer packs. I've played Not So Berry a bunch of times (never actually finished lol), and it inspired me to go into a rabbithole of legacy challenges.
Before we start, this challenge was inspired by a Sims 3 Monster High challenge made by simmingsamantha.tumblr.com. I took A LOT of inspiration (especially in the beggining) when making this challenge, so please, make sure to check them out. <3
This challenge was made inspired by my fav characters from Monster High. You don't need to make your sims look like the dolls, there's specific color suggestions but also - you don't need to follow them. Play the challenge the way YOU are going to enjoy it! If you're planning on picking up the challenge don't hesitate to share it and make sure to tag me so I can see!
Tag: #domzoknem #domzoknemMHLC
NOW ONTO THE BASIC RULES!
1. Normal lifespan,
2. No cheats, unless stated otherwise,
3. I suggest using the color combos provided to make the game look more interesting,
4. Every generation is supposed to complete their career and aspiration (unless stated otherwise).
5. For two legacies I am using mods to expand the occult gameplay - they're going to be linked next to the generations. You don't have to use them.
GENERATION 1: Frankie Stein
traits: clumsy, lovebug, insider
career: Engineer -> Mechanical Branch
aspiration: Reneissance sim (don't finish it)
• Max the robotics and cross-stitching skills
• Get 5 additional skills to level 5
• Master the Mechanical Branch of the Engineer career
• Create a Servo and befriend them
• Have 3 good friends and 2 best friends
• Have a dog, name it "Watzit". Give it age down treats every time it becomes an elder, until you become an elder
• Have 5 rats throughout your life and name them "Gwen, Gaga, Green day, Girlicious and Ghostface Killah"
• Have only one kid via adoption!
colors are black, white and neon blue
• Max the writing, acting and romance skills
• Reach lvl 10 of your career
• Be a good vampire!
• Only eat plasma fruits - never dine on sims!
• In school, join drama club, later cheer team
• Marry your highschool sweetheart who is a werewolf
• Play guitar and write romance novels
• Have a black cat names "Count Fabulous", dress it in pink clothes
• Have many kids
colors are pink and black
GENERATION 3: Clawdeen Wolf
traits: creative, non-commital, hot-headed
career: Style Influencer -> Stylist
aspiration: Admired Icon (teen), Romantic Explorer
• Max the writing, painting and dancing skills
• Master the Stylist Branch of the Style Influencer career
• Be a werewolf and join a werewolf pack
• Have a good relationship with your siblings
• Tame the inner beast, aquire "Lunar Resistance" trait
• Never marry!
• Once a week go thrifting and clubbing
• Have one kid only
colors are purple and gold
GENERATION 4: Deuce Gorgon
traits: active, bro, paranoid
career: Athlete -> Pro Athlete
aspiration: Party Animal
• Max the selvadoradian culture, cooking and fitness skills
• Master the Pro Athlete Branch of Athletic career
• Be human (cheat for that if needed)
• Become a football team Captain
• Have a basketball team
• Always wear sunglasses (even to bed)
• Complete the fossils collection
• Date a snobish sim
• Have a bad relationship with your mother, but a great one with your aunt and cousin, visit them often in Selvador
• Have a pet rat named "Perseus"
color is green
GENERATION 5: Lagoona Blue*
traits: outgoing, child of the ocean, loves nature
career: Diver
aspiration: Beach Life
• Max charisma, wellness and mermaid skills*
• Live in Sulani and become a mermaid!
• Live on a houseboat or in a beach shack
• Complete the seashells collection and collect postcards
• Date a Kelpie* and have a bad relationship with their parents
• Have a pet fish called "Neptuna"
• Have a PlantSim baby (you can cheat - also mod, see Venus gen)
• EXPLORE THE MERMAIDS EXPANDED MOD!*
colora are sea blue, black and pink
*I reccomend downloading the Mermaids Expanded Mod for better experience!
LINK: https://www.patreon.com/posts/expanded-mod-2-0-78685209
GENERATION 6: Venus McFlytrap*
traits: green fiend, party animal, recycling disciple
career: Civil Designer -> Green Technician
aspiration: Evo Innovator
• Max gardening, logic and herbalism skills
• Master the Green Technician branch of the Civil Designer career
• As a second aspiration choose Freelance Botanist or Friend of Nature (MOD)*
• Be a PlantSim (you may cheat)*
• Clean Sulani
• Complete the Axolotl collection
• Have many failed relationships due to you being a PlantSim, finally settle down with a loyal sim
• Your home is full of recycled or fabricated stuff
• Have an agressive looking dog named "Chewliah"
• EXPLORE THE PLANTSIMS EXPANDED MOD!*
colora are neon green with pink
*I reccomend downloading PlantSims Expanded Mod for better experience!
LINK: https://www.patreon.com/posts/expanded-mod-112231972
GENERATION 7: Abbey Bominable
traits: self-assured, adventurous, socially awkward
career: do odd jobs only
aspiration: Mt. Komorebi Sightseer
• Max rock climbing, skiing and snowboarding skills
• Live in Mt. Komorebi and alwats go to festivals!
• Always throw Christmas parties and invite family
• Complete the simmies collection - have at least 1 gold simmy!
• Have only one friend (besides your partner)
• Marry a hot-headed sim from Sulani
• have a fluffy pet called "Shiver"
colors are pastel blue with white
• Max programming, video gaming and logic skills
• Earn at least one University degree (of your chosing), that's your job!* earn most money by hacking
• Have no friends until High School
• Become a chess team captain!
• Complete mySims trophies collection
• Collect microscope and space prints
• Always take part in GeekCon GamingTest and Hackathon
• Die and get ressurected at any point of your life (that's how you become a zombie)
colors are red, black and blue
GENERATION 9: Spectra Vondergeist
traits: loner, kleptomaniac, nosy
career: Social Media -> PR
aspiration: drama llama (teen), seeker of secrets
• Max charisma, thanatology and medium skills
• Max PR branch of Social Media career
• Make friends ONLY by using Social Bunny
• Collect all tarot cards
• Become a ghost, complete your bucket list!
• Become a landlord, spy on your renters and steal from them!
• Romance Grim Reaper?!
• Have a ghost pet called "Rhuen"
• Have two (human) kids
colors are purple and magenta
GENERATION 10: Cleo De Nile
traits: snob, self-absorbed, materialistic
career: Politician
aspiration: World Famous Celebrity
• Max charisma, gemology and nectar making skills
• Become the world leader and be 5 star famous!
• Have a strained relationship with your sister
• Find your soulmate in High School, break up after graduating. Date around as a young adult - never anything serious. Recconect as adults
• Never decline an invitation
• Throw a party every week, enjoy your life!
• Complete the crystals collection
• Have a polar opposite BFF
• Have AS MANY sphinx cats as possible!!!
colors are gold, blue and brown
That's it for the 10 generations legacy challenge! Excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes - it's really late when I'm finishing everything up. :)
