The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
We put the skates back under our shoes. It’s a bit reckless of us after pushing our muscles for an hour, but we’re only very big kids and can’t resist. Dad goes first, eager to demonstrate that he’s not as bad as he used to be.
I don’t know about him, but I’ve certainly made progress.
Feeling more confident than ever before on the rink.
Maybe even confident enough to start trying some figures (I swear this is not a dab)…
Ouch. My pride is hurt, but the key is to just walk — or skate — it off.
At home, it’s only Dad and I again. Mom’s at work already, Cléo and Cyril at school.
At around 4PM, he knocks on the door of my poolhouse. “Wanna take a trip to the park? There’s a yoga class in an hour!”
So I drop the archeology tools, and we head to our favorite park in Willow Creek, and we get there just in time to change into sports clothes and hop onto the yoga mat. The day is overcast, but it isn’t supposed to rain for a while, so we can focus on our breathing and not our hair getting frizzy.
Tree pose! I’m a swaying tree, but it’s my favorite.
Two warriors in warrior II.
And here we have the yoga instructor making the both of us look like potatoes. Dad fell on his back before he could even complete his wheel.
We’re not the kind of family that gives up, so he puts his back back into it straight away, and curves it up.
“Well done on not dying, dad!”
“We’re the best.”
“What say we run out of here before she convinces us to go for thirty more minutes?”
“Yep! Let’s go skating.”
Are they? Annw, that’s adorable! I’ve kept my story pretty close to the game’s mechanics/real life, but now I sort of wish Nounou and Loladorada could speak xD
And I LOVE that they managed to brink all the things that make IRL pets adorable into the game! Like the butt-wiggle when cats are about to attack the laser beam ❤
And as Cléo is outside, she catches a glimpse of an oddly dressed young woman. With the red hair and the earthy tones on her scout uniform, she’s pretty much the embodiment of fall.
And Cléo does love fall.
She’s all ready to get to know this new neighbor better.
Loladorada is enjoying the cooler weather.
Cléo’s spending more time playing outside with her.
Reddish light pours over the neighborhood when the sun sets around this time of year. Our house looks even prettier than usual.
Fall is stunning in Newcrest, as well. And I’m ready to make the most of it. In my case, playing with the leaves.
… And then, after you’ve lulled the leaves into a sense of security, played and made friends with them, you burn them.
Sorry, leaves.
Gram won’t be giving me any more information, at least not today. So I gather my things, and I leave the house for now, leaving behind the memories breathing through the walls.
Also leaving behind the spooky decor. I won’t lie, I’m feeling inspired to make our home go through the same type of transformation now.
We probably won’t carve that many pumpkins though.
Autumn suits Brindleton Bay beautifully, but it’s time to come home.
I swear I’m starting to really see the family ressemblance with Mom. None of them can go a day without pouring themselves a fancy drink, it seems.
“So, Gram, I told you the other day already, but I would reall love to ask you a few questions!”
“I really want to learn eveything there is to learn about our family.”
Gram final turns around. Shes not quite as enthusiastic as I am.
“Oh, you do?…”
“Yeah! For instance, I know I’m the official heir, or whatever, but has it always meant the same thing? And do you know I have no idea who was the heir beore you? It was your mom, and she was a teacher, right?”
“My mom’s name was Ariana, and she was many things. But I don’t think these are stories for today, sweetheart. You really don’t need to know any of it right now.”
“But I want to! So Ariana was the tenth generation since the family founder? What did she do? Did she accomplish something fun? What about your aunts or uncles? Did they have descendants too? Are they also technically heirs? Why don’t we ever see them?”
Gram interrupts my flow of questions.
“Oh, Hannah…,” she sighs. I wait for her to answer, at least one of them, at least give me some clues, but she just gets up and walks away.
“You’re more curious about this than Aileen and Azalea ever were, I’ll give you that. But I can’t tell you everything, Hannah. And certainly not today.”
And the conversation ends right there.
We eat quickly, and Cléo lingers in the dining room to chat with Gram before taking the bus to school.
But I choose to go and walk around the house. There are so many things to see! All the family pictures, some of them – most of them – of people I’ve never seen. I try to piece together who they might be, like an enigma that gets harder with time.
And the objects and the crafts, things that you can tell were painted by a toddler (Mom? Grandma Aileen?), some where it’s obvious the artist had acquired a bit more skill… And now it’s up to you to decipher the wobbly signatures – if there is any.
Gram has Halloween candy inside as well, on a table where I suspect she usually keeps more relics. Above it, memories from a day at the beach, and a Halloween paty from decades ago.
And it continues all the way to the living room.
A huge family photo from a long gone Christmas and masterpieces Gram painted when my grandmother was a child.
So many things I’ll ever only be able to hear about.
The good thing is, I know exactly who could teach me about it all!
I take the initiative of cooking breakfast when we wake up. It comes from a place of good intentions. I don’t want to let my Great-Grandmother do all the work, I want to show her that I’m a responsible adult.
The plan was certainly not to burn down the house, but with this old stove I’m not used to and my meager cooking skill, it’s a really easy mistake to make.
“Need help, Han?”
“Nah, it’s fine, I got this, I meant to do that.”
I do end up getting the hang of it. After a while, the kitchen even smells good.
I almost feel like there’s a gentle spirit looking over me and my cooking.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 