The collections of legacies I make in the Sims 4. [ Notes reflect as @CryptidNearby ] Possible trigger warnings for blood, drinking, sexual themes, and weapons.
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The Planetary Legacy ( Zelda Nebula - Jupiter Gen - 6/10 )
Rose Colored Twilight ( Varsana Nebula 1/12/25 )
Nature's Calling - Enchanted by Nature ( Viktor Nebula - Final 6/3/26 )
Cliff's Ghastly Jungle Vacation ( Cliff Nebula - Ghost )
Of Songs and Shadows ( Mercy Wichester )
The Enchanter's Grimoire ( Lore Book )
A little bit about the writer of this story and the navigation of how this blog works.
Always under construction.
Name:⠀Pagemaster Miles
Birthday:⠀January 4th
Zodiac sign: Capricorn sun. Aries moon. Scorpio rising.
Traits: Gloomy. Freegan. Creative.
Aspiration: Inner Peace
The in-game world I’d live in: San Myshuno or Willow Creek <3
Favorite townie: Daddy Vladdy
Most used pack: Island Living and Realm of Magic
Favorite decor object: I'm completely normal about the Cute Cookie Rug ( Pastel Pop )
Hobbies | Activities: Painting. Photography. Video Gaming. Writing. Singing.
Favorite color: Black. Blue. Green. Orange. Pink. Purple.
Favorite music: Alternative. Metal. Pop. R&B. Classical. Retro. Romance. Hip Hop.
Sources of inspiration: I take notes of vibes people put off or random outfits I see and drop those vibes into my world as NPCs. I also like to combine things that already exist to see if they can still exist.
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About Poses and CC
I am not WCIF friendly, poses and cc for the Sims 4 is a very saturated community, with different faces, fonts, and specialties. I simply can't keep up with who made what poses effectively enough to give them each the credit they deserve. My focus is more on the story and the notes for the universe I'm creating for my characters. That being said, there are a lot of creators on my list that go in and out of my mods folder constantly. They're in no particular order, but all of the links go to the creator's Patreon, and they all have a free tier available for followers (and probably other socials that you can explore if they're easier for you).
I do have some CC that is staying consistent in my save that I wanted to give due credit for.
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[ The [.....] Lab ]
It was a cool, dry evening when Z arrived at the lab, a building placed delicately in the center of a long-fallen crater. It was built up around whatever landed here. The site was massive, and strange plants fanned out across the compound. Z was astonished. The structures looked like they were intended to be temporary but had been forced to stay standing for much longer than designed. Stable structures built up on top of tent boning.
The inside of the building seemed nearly abandoned. Files and furniture were discarded in piles on the floor. The emptiness of it didn't stop Z, though, and they jotted down everything that looked vaguely important.
Slowly, they were building up a folder full of various things they considered to be evidence of what was actually happening here. It was bigger than their mom implied. Reports with redacted information, encrypted USBs, and strange packets of plant seeds.
They stared up at the huge metal door and clenched their fist. Something was on the other side, beckoning them. Haunting them.
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[ Strangerville Junkyard ]
Z took a vacation day from school and explored the strangerville junkyard. They found an old listening device and decided to check in on their old scientist buddy from back at the library. They hear his voice loud and clear: "I'm just a botanist, I don't know anything about space rocks!"
Z's brows furrowed, listening to the frustration in his voice. The annoyance that comes from doing things outside one's job description. But what could a botanist even do with space rocks? There must be a reason he was being called in.
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[ Strangerville Army Base ]
Nyon took Zelda out to the military base to give her a tour of where he works. Between the various shack-like buildings, he trailed from the barracks to the mess hall with her close behind. He called back to the kitchen but got only an echo in reply. "I guess they've already served lunch." He chuckled, leading her back outside.
Outside, there was a firing range that Nyon stood in front of, throwing darts at the targets across the way. He turned around, smiling proudly at his sharp aim from such a distance and expecting to see Zelda also proudly smiling at him.
She wasn't there, though, off finding other things to explore, he resolved quietly.
It was then that Rory, another service member, showed up and excitedly greeted Nyon. They sparred and, in the process, became better friends. Shaking each other's hands at the end of each fight.
Zelda found the 3-D building simulator and had a blast stacking brightly colored cubes and arranging them in stable combinations.
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[ Strangerville Home ]
It was the early hours of sunrise before the twins made it back to their dad's home in Strangerville. Zelda was still lost in her enraged beast form, snarling and drooling in the front yard.
Z sleeps in, desperate for rest after the night at the full moon festival. Thankfully, the morning was a holiday, and neither of the teens had school to attend to. Both of them are able to recoup in their own way. Some hours later, Z was at the kitchen counter eating a hot dog for a late breakfast/lunch.
Rhea called the kids to wish them a happy holiday, and Z took some time to sort through the evidence they gathered from the library.
Nyon returned home from work and treated himself to some grilled fruit, blissfully unaware of the night his children had. Zelda sat at the computer behind him, typing away. He smiled quietly to himself.
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[ Nature's Calling 4: Enchanted by Nature - Viktor Nebula ]
[ The Loft Steakhouse - Tartosa ]
"It's been a while since we went out... Let's do dinner in Tartosa." Connie Pepper, Viktor's noncommittal, disruptive, and mean fairy girlfriend, didn't take no for an answer, her deep red wings fluttering as they traveled to the city of love.
Viktor felt lucky to be welcomed next to her. Connie had a way of commanding a room with her ethereal presence. Dinner? Check! Viktor's favorite fairy ever? Check! Everything is wonderful. As the server led them to their table upstairs at the Loft Steakhouse, Viktor slid his hand in his pocket, fidgeting with his mother's jeweled ring, waiting for the perfect moment to be revealed.
The pair sat across from each other, coy smiles and flirtatious jokes setting the tone for romance. The spread placed between them, fizzy drinks, and a strawberry cake.
"Connie..." Viktor started, taking the ring from his pocket. "I've wanted to ask you this for such a long time..." He felt the ability to look at her directly drain from his body as he felt the sudden weight of the ring in his hand.
Connie's brows lifted as she saw him fidget with his hand. She took in a deep breath and drew his attention to her face, blowing a kiss in his direction as if to fill his cup with confidence.
He met her gaze uncertainly, his soft smile returned when the smell of her perfume reached him. "I need to run to the bathroom. Stay out of trouble, cutie."
Connie chuckled darkly. "Trouble? Me? Never." The sarcasm was thick in her sultry voice as she mildly examined the silver fork in her hand like a dragon eyeing a small piece of treasure.
In the bathroom, Viktor caught onto the breath that kept escaping him. Cold water on his hands helped with the anxiety. He looked at himself in the brightly lit mirror before him and touched over the lines of his face. "You got this, Vik. You're crazy about her... she's crazy about you. How could she say no?" He spoke to himself with an assuring tone, meeting his own purple gaze in the mirror. He stood himself up straighter, flexing his shoulders and broadening out his chest with a deep breath.
'Clank! Crash!' followed by Connie's distinct "UGHHH" rang from the other side of the bathroom door, and Viktor felt a sudden urgency that trouble had indeed been found in his absence.
Viktor stood near the bathroom door, in awe for a moment of what lay out before him. The server attempted to bring Connie's food to the table while he was in the bathroom, but tripped on a wrinkled carpet. The server and the plate came crashing down next to the table. In a fit of frustration, Connie set the plate of food ablaze on the floor.
The manager acted quickly, producing the fire extinguisher in a desperate attempt to put it out. Connie stood on the other side of the fire, her eyes wild as she met Viktor's confident stare. "Did you remember the question you were going to ask me?" Her voice rang across the flames to his pointed ears.
Viktor smiled, showing the diamond ring to her. "Connie, would you marry me?"
The manager was still panicked over the fire, spotting the interaction and glancing back and forth in an attempt to process it all.
Joy filled Connie's face, and she quickly nodded her head.
She lifted her hand up toward the ceiling, and laughing, Viktor tossed the ring across the fire.
As if directed by destiny, the ring flew toward her, passing over the fire like a spell sealed with a kiss, and slid down the length of her ring finger.
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[ Full Moon Revelry - Ravenwood ]
Zelda and Z joined the brothers Skippio and Brock Rodancik to celebrate the full moon in Ravenwood. Phoenix tagged along as well, gladly taking the opportunity to flirt with handsome werewolves.
The festivities carried on into the night. They enjoyed food and camaraderie, but the moon was calling for the young wolves down below. Brock was the first to submit to the moon's pull, releasing a long howl of relief as the beast broke through his skin.
Skippio, the youngest of the wolves in the pack, was particularly fickle under the moon's influence. There was tension between him and Phoenix, something unspoken and filled with jealousy. Zelda looked to Phoenix for some kind of explanation, but he was in a daze, blue wings fluttering toward the next wolf in a nice sweater.
Zelda went to the outer edge of the festival underneath the ancestor rock. The full moon commands the young werewolves into a frenzy, and she submits to it finally, exhaling. In the depths of her rampage, Rhea feels connected to something timeless and profound. Her fury was unleashed on a merciless warpath with little control over herself.
The festivities didn't last long after the teen wolves rampaged through the forest. Z finished their plate and smiled at their sister and her pack rushing between thick Ravenwood trees. She'll find her way home.
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[ Atlas Academy for Occult Children ]
Exam Day
Junior year was the time for major tests. High-stakes, stressful experience designed to test students on their readiness for college. Months of intense studying, early Saturday mornings, and long hours in the testing chair. The result is a mix of pressure, exhaustion, and relief.
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[ A Call Home ]
Rhea still had a few days left of her vacation when she got the call from Lucio. Another packmate, Hickory McLain, had died. She quickly arranged for her early return home to Copperdale to retrieve Hickory's gravestone and lay him to rest with the others from the pack.
The full moon is quickly approaching, and Rhea felt the weight of her grief. A pack that was once so full was now only a few wolves. She accidentally broke the bathroom sink on her way out of the lodge and back home.
Slowly, quietly, her dearest wolves were dying off. It was a heatwave during the funeral; the sun was much too bright for everyone in attendance. Rhea found comfort in the funeral and the presence of the rest of the pack. Each tender act committed by those around her results in a warm and happy aura. Comparable to a cozy blanket, it is important to mourn and remember the good life moments spent with a departed friend. There was a new gash in the fabric of the universe. Rhea stood before the graves, and she wept. The rest of the pack stood behind her, mourning.
The funeral comes to a quiet close, and Rhea is left alone near the graves in her yard. A record of lives lived. She was downing her most recent drink under the setting summer sun when she got another unexpected call...
Her cousin Viktor called her. "Is this a bad time?" he asked genuinely.
Rhea cracked a small smile, looking back at the graves. "It's as good a time as any."
Viktor couldn't contain himself any longer. "Well, Connie and I are getting married!"
Rhea felt the wind knocked from her chest with his announcement. "Wonderful..." she stated genuinely. "I need a distraction anyway."
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[ Festival of Youth ]
Rhea arranged for Juno to meet her at the Festival of Youth in Komorebi. Juno spent time playing with the other children at the festival while Rhea ate at the picnic table. Juno wants to make friends so badly, but she's so uncomfortable around them.
Juno is very timid because of her active imagination. The unknown feels extra unknown, and she felt it was time to retreat to a cozy corner. She's stressed around strangers, and she doesn't like the feeling of her social circle expanding beyond her family.
With her older siblings away at their dad's for the summer, she was feeling extra clingy and threw herself into the activity table to make a commemorative poster.
Rhea came back from the bathroom on the phone with Z, getting updates on all the things going on in Strangerville and telling them about the mountain peak. She went to the Simmie capsule machine to get some souvenirs for the kids.
Juno spots her mom at the machine and feels suddenly energized. A creative spark illuminated in her features when Rhea handed her the Simmie Capsule of Izzy Fabulous
The adults nearby gave Juno a blessing, and she feels warm inside. She knows she'll be ready for whatever awaits in that big, scary world of adulthood. For now, though, she was just a kid, enjoying the summer evening with her mom.
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[ Atlas Academy for Occult Children ]
Career Day
There's something that feels like home when Zelda returns to Atlas Academy. By the time career day started, the ancient auditorium was filled to the brim with career day decorations and curious students wandering around each table, collecting swag from the speakers. Pencils, lanyards, frisbees, and more. Various careers and the perks included in them.
A man in a pinstripe suit smiled widely at Zelda when he saw her approach his table. "Excuse me, are you Rhea's daughter?"
Zelda paused as if to assess the situation, and anyone who could possibly know her mom. "I am," she confirmed with a reserved tone.
He nodded excitedly. "We're second cousins on your mother's side. I'm Aries Nebula. Always a pleasure to find kin."
Zelda breathed a sigh of relief and threw out her hands. "Cousin! I'm Zelda, it's good to meet you too!"
The pair walked over to a quiet round table to chat. Aries placed his hands neatly on his lap. "Zelda, are you thinking about college? Have you looked into any scholarships yet?"
Zelda sat across from him. "I did apply for an athletics scholarship for cheerleading. I'm not sure if I'll qualify, though."
Aries shrugged absently. "I don't see any reason you wouldn't. What university?"
"Britechester."
"Fancy," Aries' eyebrows perked up. "Get into a side hustle. Work you do around your neighborhood. Keep track of your hours; it'll look good on your application."
"A side hustle?" She questioned.
"Yeah, like babysitting or dog walking."
Zelda thought about it for a moment. "Some extra cash wouldn't hurt either," she mused.
Aries stood up, laughing gently. "That's the Nebula spirit."
