Tag: sims4

Night

Now that they’re older, the twins are allowed to join our marshmallow-roasting.

The kids insisted to share a bedroom. We hear them chatter and shout until midnight (yet somehow they think they’re sneaky), and then nothing but snoring. They spend enough of their energy during the day.

That’s the time when Nounou gets all the cuddles.

Dancefloor

I told you — no one cares about choreography anymore. We just get lost in the beats, jump around, and brandish our cellphones against the lasers.

Miranda is here as well! Unexpected, but awesome. She may be a mom, but she’s still down to joke around on the dance-floor, and I love that about her.

Who needs order and synchronization anyways?

The woman next to me looks oddly familiar, but I can’t quite place her. In any case, I love the tattoos that cover her arm.

I might just want to get a tattoo one day as well.

Maybe it should say “Summer Lasts Forever”

After the Beach

The night — or rather, early morning — progresses. It’s the outcome you would expect after romantic stargazing and weeks of barely hidden affection.

Then Hugo and I end up cuddling in his room. We lost track of time a little bit, but that’s more than fine. He confides about his dreams and his projects. He’s told me about them before, but he’s always stopped shy of actually showing me what he’s working on.

Today, though, I don’t give up. We’re alone, and we have time. I tell him I want to see. And he ends up agreeing.

It’s an impressive piece of work. A mobile app like many, until you dig under the surface. He shows me some pieces of the code — genius bits, the ones he had trouble figuring out, the ones he’s still working on. He has templates, and diagrams, and spreadsheets on spreadsheets of data from his experiments. He has a demo. He says it’s a bit “wonky,” but I’m impressed.

Thoroughly impressed. I tell him I want to help.

And with that, we’re pretty much ready to take on the world together.

Thanks to @simcophogi for the poses ❤ You made this scene happen.

Doors Should Remain Closed

I know I make it sound like we spend our teenage years partying, and dancing, and flirting, and barely studying, but really, on a normal day, we have pretty casual, easy going hobbies and pastimes. The day after a big night out, for instance.

Like Hugo and I, talking by the pool.

Shanna, practicing in her bedroom.

… And things I was not aware of.

It’s silly how easy it is to forget to…

… lock…

… the door…

Hi Guys!

Hey there 🙂 This is actually Legasimmer speaking, not Azalea. First of all, next post is delayed until this weekend or so, because I’m working on a pose I really would like to incorporate into the storytelling, and I didn’t get around to finishing it on time. Sorry ❤ On the bright side, I’ll 100% be sharing it here, so look at me, becoming a CC creator *cough cough*

Which brings me to my next point:

Everything you’ve been reading up until now, happened in my game literally months ago. Like, back in 2017. I sometimes fill out some holes when I forgot to take screenshots (I wasn’t sure I wanted to start a simblr back then), or when I want to make something clearer, but really, this part of the story is set in stone. But a lot happened, and my goal at the moment is to catch up with my current gameplay. I haven’t played in two months as a result, because the delay is much too big at the moment. In my game, Azalea’s heir has just turned into a young adult…

Why tell you this now?

THE NEW DLC HYPE. It smells like Seasons, doesn’t it? Sooooo, whatever happens, I need to catch up before it is released, which I am assuming should be… September? November? Anyways, I’ll try to pick up the posting pace. I’m not kidding when I say my next 30 posts or so are already planned. Just gotta pick and edit the pictures. And this brings us to, like… Azalea’s young adulthood? *cry*

I’ll basically be aiming for two posts a day soon.

While I’m at it

If you want quick heads up about the simblr and just read me rambling, I have an Instagram and a Twitter under the same username! Instagram will also show you some of my drawings and other things I’m working on. Follow me! 🙂

And finally, my questions are open if you wanna. I prefer to hide behind my characters, but am always happy to chat!

Have a great day ❤

A Break In Boredom

Monday Afternoon. 8AM.

It’s not that I find Geography boring as a subject. It’s just — early morning and an obnoxious teacher was never a great combo.

When we step into the heavily decorated classroom, we’re all practically zombies. And to think this is extra credit. We chose to come and get bored for two hours in a row. Oh, we were interested the first few days. Actually tried paying attention. And then, as we started to understand that we would barely ever hear anything from Mr. WhatsHisName but the tall tales of his own exploits, our attention drifted, faster than logs of wood on omiscan rapids.

At first, we focused on the relics in their glass cases, against the further wall of the classroom. We had had the full tour on day one — probably to lure us into thinking this was going to be a subject we wouldn’t want to drop. Old dolls taken from tombs; vases and rare gems, and traditional woven baskets.

That’s all well and good, but from our seats, there was only so much we could see. So we focused on the plastic branch hanging from the ceiling. The various diplomas, awards, and certifications Mr. WhatsHisName had hung around the classroom to flatter his own ego.

I understand him in a way. He still wore clothes for the jungle, but he didn’t look like he had seen an adventure in my whole lifetime.

I guess I would also spend my days talking about greater times for me.

This one day, though, Hugo apparently decides he’s had enough. And suddenly the boring, boring morning class turns into not-so-muffled laughter. Fun, and shared jokes, and anecdotes. Hugo coming to the rescue of my comatose brain, and ensuring my day started great. I mean, it was still a Monday. But far from the worst Monday I’ve known.

I guess that was one time we were glad Mr. WhatsHisName was so self-absorbed.

A small class of very bored volunteers. Hugo, Charlotte, Charlotte’s jock neighbor and I lost first rank lottery that morning.

Watched over by an indifferent sugar skull, My and Hugo’s eyes are closed and our minds far, far from the tall tales of the oblivious middle-aged man in front of us.s

I gotta give Hugo credit for coming up with a joke in a creative wasteland.

And a good one at that.

Hugo: making my days better since primary school.

The Café

In the early afternoon or late evening, once Hugo has recovered from his hangover, we head to a café in central Windenburg. We spend a lot of time in that city now. It’s a bit far from the Air Complex, but it’s without a doubt the best place for a club to hang around. I guess it’s inscribed in the place’s code DNA.

Hugo is right at home here. He sways to the rhythm of the communal speakers, oblivious to whatever is happening around him. It doesn’t matter. What’s happening isn’t anything more thrilling than ordering croissants and chatting with the easy-going, friendly staff.

We have partied enough for now, so this is a pretty relaxed evening. We take pictures. We talk. We drink coffee after coffee. We probably stay for far longer than most owners would let us. But we’re not obnoxious teens, and we pay for the caffeine overdose that we’re brewing, and we’re members of the Stewarts family. I am, in fact, the heiress’s daughter.

They’ll let us stay all night long if we ask.

One of many conversations where many things happen. In this case, very few involved actually listening to Charlotte’s rant. Well, maybe Shanna was listening. It’s actually probable. But you can possibly guess — can possibly see — that some of us have other matters in mind.

Matters that require some clarification. What can’t two good friends discuss freely after all?

And once we’re perfectly clear, nothing stands in the way of friendship.

Right?

Cheering

It started inside the walls of the Air Complex.    

Our high school had many things. High end computers; a library to kill and die for, and teachers that were both competent, and good-looking.

But since my great-aunt Millicent and her squad left, no one had picked up the cheering team. We did have a dingy old basketball team, but it had no victories to show for its existence at all. Convincing the principal that they might only need… cheering up.

So the girls and I left the school that day with a detour by the gymnasium, where we picked up cheer outfits. Two girls, Cecilia Ryan and Juliette Al Fassi saw us, and asked if there was room in the squad. Seeing as Hugo and Romain noped right the hell out of the whole idea, there was.

And just like that, we were a team on more than one aspect.

At first, understandably, we kind of sucked. With the amazing repertoire of two songs we knew how to dance to and dance moves to match a hectic ten-year-old’s, we decided we probably should practice before doing any kind of stupid thing in public.
The wooden-floored rooms in the Air Complex were a godsend. From there, we could practice and fail safely. In the room with the DJ Booth, Marie spent hours fine-tuning the songs and mashups we would dance to. It turned out, the skills the DJ displayed on our bowling night had fascinated as much, if not more, than the dancing itself.

We met three times a week, and we were great at this.