#willo t wisp

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SIM YEARBOOK CHALLENGE by @bauhauzzz​

Just a challenge to brush off the dust of that old yearbook and show the world how your oc or ocs looked when they were teenagers! were they edgy? were they more on the nerdy side? you can share as many pics as you’d like but please if you do join I’d love to see your entries, so tag your posts using the tag #yearbookchallenge and have fun!

I was tagged by the one, the lovely, @natolesims <3 tysm! this was so much fun that I'm considering doing one for my next gen, as well!

Was this excessive? Maybe. Did I have fun? _Yes. _

A few things to note:

Whitney definitely dyed her hair the day before picture day RIP* if we'd had the updated swatches when Cas was a teen, you bet your firstborn this would've been their hair color

Jack definitely showed up in a tie and said 'fuck that' lol

yes, Cloude's quote is from My Immortal

Daisi is referencing the basketball team she played on, the San Myshuno Wolves! Inspired by this piece of cc <3 (I'm pretending the colors match)

I tag anyone who hasn't had the chance to do this yet! It was real fun and I definitely did not stay up until 3 AM this Saturday coming up with quotes lol

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Prism Confessions #14

I spent hours making Cloude, Willo T, and Daisi all Top-Notch Toddlers and then, for some inexplicable sleep-deprived reason, I quit without saving. It’s been the first and only time I have cheated skills for a legacy sim within this save because I was NOT doing all of that again.

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As the candles go out and Daisi and Cloude are set down, Poppi holds onto Willo for just a second longer. He squirms, eager to join his sisters in childhood.

Poppi looks him over – his tiny little hands, his big brown eyes – and smacks one last kiss onto his forehead.

“Happy birthday, my darling boy,” she says, setting him down and trying to force the thought of ‘for the last time’ out of her mind.

Today is for her kiddos, not for her sadness. She and Pari can talk about that later.

For now, she claps and whoops as all three toddlers become children – her children, all ready for the world whether she wants it or not.

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Cloude, Willo T., & Daisi’s Birthday!

6:03 PM

P(ink) Punks Residence

Arts District, San Myshuno

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“Wanda!” Poppi calls from the kitchen. “All we’re missing is you and Cloude!”

“I know!” Wanda shouts, finally catching up to her rambunctious toddler. “Gotchya!” She says, blowing a raspberry at Cloude. Once in her arms, Cloude settles down, tangling her fingers in Wanda’s necklace as they head back to the kitchen.

Once they’re within earshot, the crowd begins to sing. At least there’s no question as to where Wanda has to be by the time the song’s done – there’s only one cake left unoccupied by parent and tod alike.

As the song comes to an end, Wanda looks around at her friends. Poppi and Sai, cradling Willo and Daisi, respectively, start pointing at the lit candles and pursing their lips, as if to blow.

“Look, Cloude,” Wanda whispers, pointing at the candles. “Wanna help me blow them out? Like this!”

Cloude does help blow them out – and contributes quite a lot of saliva to the cake. Wanda overlooks it and cheers her daughter on.

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After a mandatory potty break, Daisi is left to wander the apartment with her siblings – or, rather, with Willo, since Cloude has already curled up on the living room armchair and fallen asleep. Daisi stares at her.

“Leave Cloude alone, Dais,” Sai says, his gaze jumping between the game on the screen and his daughters. “C’mere, wanna sit with me?”

Daisi does toddler over, but the screen doesn’t capture her attention like it does her dad’s. Instead, she starts rummaging in the clutter on the table, giggling when a box turns over onto the floor.

“Dais,” Sia groans, but just then, the door to Diya’s office opens and Willo comes scuttling out.

“You silly little goose!” Diya calls, chasing him out with wiggling fingers. Willo’s peals of laughter echo up to Poppi and Pari, upstairs working on a new mural for the landing. “I’m gonna getchya!”

Willo screeches. Cloude stirs, and Sai shakes his head, looking up at Daisi with a smile.

“Wanna play, Dais?” He pauses the game and scoops her up, putting her on his shoulders. “Let’s go get Willo!”

Daisi laughs as Sai saunters through the house in pursuit of Diya and Willo. Mornings aren’t so quiet and calm around here anymore!