#tycho curious

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Tycho with his lovers (adjusted jealousy with ACR, to avoid any fight, but forgot to remove jealousy for one of girls). His main choice would be Etsu Cho (he has the best chemistry with her). There are also Landgraabs' girl, Madison, although I'd like to pair her, like any other Landgraab, with someone blonde. And his old enemy from elementary school, Olivia Patel, who used to beat him up every time they met. And random noisy townie, I don't remember her name.

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My Tycho Curious in current save. Finally, save where he got normal nose...

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Tycho hit this pose while saying goodbye to a girl that bullies him. Maybe he still likes her, after some failed flirt.

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Tycho was left home alone for a moment and he almost started a fire, just bcz he got distracted. Gladly he remembered about his food. But would be fun if he started a fire.

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Caught Etsu Cho flirting with Tycho. Nice, now I know who to pair him with.

Both are pleasure sims in my save.

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Circe playing with Pascal's kid.

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I reloaded this household 10+ times, just to get: green skin, black eyes, boy... preferably with visible nose... finally, exactly what I needed.

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Mandragora Chapter 41 Preview

Just 7 more chapters left until this fic wraps up! Catch the sneak peek below! I wonder what Pascal has been up to…

“Y-you alright?” Nervous asked him when he greeted him at the door.

“I’m fine, just…” Pascal sighed. “Work stuff.” He tried to give Nervous a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine. It’s just been a long week.”

Nervous’ thin lips twitched into a smile. “Okay.” He stooped to peck him on the lips and in that moment, Pascal hoped that the unease he was feeling would completely dissipate.

But it lingered. It lingered throughout dinner. It lingered when he was cleaning up. It lingered when Nervous volunteered to put Tycho to bed.

“Al-alright, String Bean,” he said, taking the squirming three-year old into his lanky arms. “Bedtime.”

Tycho squealed and wiggled in his grasp, her dark eyes shining in delight. It was all for show, of course—she absolutely adored Nervous. It was probably because he was scraping seven feet tall and she was barely reaching three, making him the most magical person in the world to her. Even better, she loved his mohawk and his gauges and his chipped nail polish—seeing how much she adored Nervous made Pascal’s heart ache. He wished he could focus on that and not the seemingly unending sense of dread that was currently washing over him.

Pascal’s phone buzzed in his pocket once the other two were out of the kitchen. His stomach flipped when he read the text.

-leaving in 20 wish us luck-

Pascal had seen what the Mother could do, especially when She was pissed. He still remembered the night that She nearly killed one of his co-workers. She had grabbed him and swung him around like he was nothing before She was forced to drop him. The poor man had several internal injuries and had been on leave for weeks. He had been lucky the momentum hadn’t snapped his neck. And that was with a lab full of people and the military on-site. Erwin’s small band was going in on their own, armed but still out-gunned by the alien they were facing. If the Mother got a hold of Erwin…

Pascal sighed as he shoved his phone in his pocket. “Dammit…”