I came across this template on Pinterest the other day and thought it would make the perfect tag game! It's pretty self-explanatory: Assign your sims to the categories (you can use the same sim for multiple categories), then tag other simmers to do the same! π€
I tag: @freezerbnuuy @kagumiya @nitetrait @feroshgirlsims @dandylion240 @lynzishell @herzblau @tikay21 @changingplumbob @abbysimsfun and @simmlyellie.
PS: If you want to do this and are not tagged - consider yourself tagged! π€
β you can't leave this life without being haunted
I stayed up until 5am last night making a character sheet for this lovely lady, so of course today's project was to give her a face. (No name yet, but I'm working on it.)
She's a Hexblood Great Old One Warlock, specializing in manipulating fates and minds. (aka Divination, Enchantment, and Illusion.)
Many thanks to @strangegrapefruit for the horns and tail, as well as the decor for both, and to @elderwisp for the tattoos! I've been waiting for the perfect sim to use them on.
Barbara Stephens sat behind the front desk at the Britechester Public Library. Not to be confused with the giant University Library on campus. No, this one was much smaller and filled with young families and teens rather than the hundreds of stressed-out college students she was usually surrounded by.
It was her job, yes, and a boring, monotonous one at that. But in some ways, it was also an escape.
While some people may prefer a day at the spa, or lying on the beach near the ocean, or hiking in the mountains, there were only two places where Barbara felt truly at peace.
The first was in her tiny garden surrounded by fragrant flowers and the gentle hum of bees.
And the second was here at the library. There was a particular quality to the quietness of a library, broken only by whispers, muffled footsteps, and the pleasant crinkle of plastic that protected the hardcover books. It was soothing. Though, perhaps a little too soothing.
Barbaraβs head slumped down for the third time in as many minutes. She jerked it back up with a sigh and tried to refocus on her textbook. History had never been her favorite subject, but this was the first time her solid βAβ average had been threatened. She had never got a βBβ in her life, and she wasnβt going to start now. It was a slippery slope.
With a shake of her head, she looked up at the clock to check the time.
4:17
She smiled to herself.
Gabriel would be there soon. The realization filled her with renewed energy, and she returned to her textbook, refusing to look toward the entrance.
If she was caught watching the doors when he walked in, he may think she was waiting for him, and that would be far too embarrassing.
Because she wasnβt waiting for him.
Not really.
Not like that.
She just appreciated the consistency of his routine. Sheβd grown to anticipate the moment he walked through the door. The way he would stop at the same shelf to pull the same books that he returned the evening before and sit at the desk by the far window to continue working onβ¦ whatever it was he was working on. Sheβd never had the courage to ask. Or to speak to him at all, for that matter. He didnβt seem the type that wanted to be bothered.
The only reason Barbara knew Gabrielβs name, and the fact that he went to her school, was because she happened to mention him to Imogen, her friend and former roommate, who somehow found his student profile within minutes of Barbara describing him.
One minute Barbara was going on about his dark hair and eyes, and the way he tended to cover his mouth with his handβgripping it tight with his brow furrowed, or scraping his thumbnail along his lower lip as he stared off with unfocused eyesβand the next minute, those eyes were staring back at her from Imogenβs screen.
βThat him?β she had asked.
βYes. How did you do that?β
βItβs a gift,β Imogen shrugged like it was nothing, βHis name is Gabriel Russo. Heβs a grad student, majoring in Microbiology.β
When Barbara caught herself daydreaming yet again, she stretched and chanced another glance at the clock.
4:21
Apparently, this day was never going to end. Giving up, she pushed her textbook aside and decided to start scanning the books from the return bin instead. Might as well work while, you know, at work.
The doors opened a minute later, briefly letting in a draft of cool air and the smell of wet concrete. It was raining again. Not a heavy rain, just a quiet drizzle. Barbara smiled to herself, waiting for Gabriel to walk by before she would allow herself to glance up and watch him navigate his now familiar path through the shelves. But he didnβt walk by. Instead, soft footsteps walked closer and stopped behind her.
She was about to turn around and ask if the person needed help when they knocked on the counter.
Three knocks, to be precise, in quick succession.
Followed by two slow knocks. Left then right.
Michael.
Mikey, to her.
Her twin brother.
And the last person she wanted to deal with right now.
She turned to him, her face going from customer-service-smile to youβre-dead-to-me-glower so fast that she wasnβt sure if she was successful. For good measure, she added a succinct, βFuck off,β and turned her chair back around.
βB,β he said, sounding more exasperated than he had any right to.
βIβm sorry,β he tried again when she didnβt respond.
Barbara went back to scanning the books, one by one, βIβm working.β
βIf youβd answer my calls, I wouldnβt have to bug you at work.β
Now that pissed her off.
She whirled around on him, no doubt she was giving him the full force of her glower this time, βWe live together, asshole. You could come home some time.β
He took a deep breath as if he needed to gather strength before saying, βCan we just talk, please?β
βIβm working,β she said again through gritted teeth.
βCan we meet for lunch tomorrow?β
βDepends. Is Katie going to be there?β She infused all the bitterness she felt into the name. It was rare these days for her brother to be without his girlfriend. Barbara wouldnβt be surprised if she was waiting for him outside, and the thought made her tense.
He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed, exasperated all over again, βNo, Catherine will not be there. Just you and me.β
Barbara was going to dig in deeper, but was distracted when the doors opened and Gabriel walked in. She stared for a beat longer than she intended and he glanced at her.
Not just glanced.
He smiled.
Okay, more like the smallest quirk of one corner of his mouth, but it felt like the sun bursting through her cloud-covered day and made her heart trip over itself.
She looked back at Mikey, but he was looking curiously at Gabriel as he walked away, and she wanted nothing more in that moment than for Mikey to leave.
βFine,β she said, pulling his attention back to her. βLunch. Tomorrow.β
βWhoβs that?β he asked.
βHeβs no one.β
βLiar.β
βHeβs none of your business.β
βThatβs how itβs going to be now?β
βYep.β
He sighed yet again in that way of his. As if talking to her had depleted all his energy stores and then some. βNoon. Our usual spot.β
βCanβt wait,β Barbara said without an ounce of sincerity.
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A/N: We've gone back in time about 40 years, give or take. And while I have an incredible amount of respect and admiration to those who make their stories decade-accurate in regards to aesthetic, fashion, music, technology, etc... I am not that person. And this year has been hard, so I'm not going to put added pressure on myself when it comes to something that is supposed to be fun, y'know.
(I know most of you probably wouldn't get hung up on that, but I got in my head about it lol)
There are days when all we want to do is get out of the house, enjoy the fresh air, and snack on some treats with special people. Today is one of those days, i just want to take it easy and enjoy it.
