The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
This en-suite is luxurious and comfortable. But when Hugo decides to make a normal night a special night, for no particular reason, it turns into the most beautiful place in the city.
Even the city is asleep, but we are not.
Yep.
Poses from @darkmarron , thank you! They are beautiful.
We cross the Myshuno Bridge, and leaving behind the flat we put so much effort, time, and love into, we move Uptown.
This is the wealthiest borough of San Myshuno, and I can’t express how odd it feels to call this sterile, clean, modern environment our home. It’s not that we don’t like it — far from that — it just takes some getting used to.
Hugo and I came into a lot of money really fast, and it’s a bit dizzying, but it’s just the beginning. The first few months we have some trouble making the ridiculously high rent, but we’re never late, and soon enough, we stop worrying about it altogether.
Sometimes I stop and think about what people must think of us, the celebrity couple who lives in a three-stories apartment, looking down on the whole city. They don’t know we would have stayed in our Spice District flat if it weren’t for Hannah; if we didn’t want her to have all the space and comfort she can have.
I don’t want my daughter to lack any of the things I had.
Our office corner by the entrance. I usually work there, while Hugo prefers the one in our bedroom.
We quickly hung our wedding pictures and Grandma’s painting on the wall by the dining table. Said dining table is right by the windows and I have to admit it can be tough not to get distracted from your meal by ant-like passers-by or the incredible view.
The kitchen, small, but also not a priority for us. We still can’t cook to save our lives. We do care about the fancy coffee machine, though. And the fact that it opens straight into the living-room is a plus…
The neighbors come to greet us on the very first day, and so does Charlotte.
These neighbors are my mom’s cousins, like Eden, but I understand pretty fast that I am not going to get along with them. Even Charlotte thinks they’re brats, and that’s saying something.
They also invited themselves into my house while Hugo and I were still in our pajamas, so…
Our bathroom. Behind that half-wall, a corner bathtub that makes you feel like you’re bathing in the clouds. There’s also a shower, hidden in the other corner.
Our laundry corner is less cute than back in the Spice District, but at least we have a dryer now.
This is our bedroom! The desk overlooking the plaza below.
The bed and the one wall light we took with us from the previous flat.
We have a cradle for Hannah in this room as well, for her first few weeks of life, then for impromptu naps.
Our marvelous en-suite. the shower and the toilet are hidden behind walls. Even we like a resemblance of privacy from each other.
And the terrace. My favorite spot, as always. But while the balcony at the Spice Market shone in the early hours of the morning, on this side of the bridge, nothing beats the sunsets.
There are a few more rooms to discover: the downstairs swimming pool, the second bathroom, Hanna’s room and the guest bedroom, but these are the places we use the most.
It’s easier to find the motivation to do your laundry when your laundry room no longer looks like a dump.
And let’s be honest, we made the laundry room pretty darn cute.
The sound of the washing machine is loud, but the right kind of monotonous, and it covers every other outside sound. This along with the soft smell of soaps drives me to the laundry room when I want a peaceful place to think.
I usually read a book on top of the vibrating machine.
Today though, even though I did take one, my mind is elsewhere. It’s boiling with ideas.
Its flashy neon entrance!
Its collection of giant bowling pins!
Its vandalized walls!
Its numerous bowling lanes!
Nightclub lighting
Above the bowling lanes, a gigantic, transparent, tiled dancefloor. There’s nothing like it anywhere else in our world.
Our swimming pool by night.
And our beautiful basketball court on a starry night.
The complex was engineered with what they called two “ballrooms”. Really, it was two cupboards with wooden floors. In one of them, half the space was taken up by a DJ deck. Moving in, we had no idea what to do with it. We figured, we could have a party there. A very small party. A party of maybe ten people. A very private party.
A few weeks later, it turned out the existence of these rooms was a godsend.
Our kitchen and living space. If we spend time together, we’re probably spending it there. Or near the swimming pool. But really, mainly there.
Aaaaand in the laundry room of course. Food and clean clothes. We’re simple people.
And finally, mine. I played with the blue and the purples to get a soothing atmosphere. I set up a reading nook by the window, at the perfect place; the place that the sunlight bathes when the sun sets. And of course, I stuck artwork on my walls. An autographed poster of one of my favorite video games; some San Myshuno posters that Miranda sent me, and a few paintings Mom, Mam and Grandma made for me.
In my humble and very unbiased opinion, my room is the best room of all.
Romain’s room is impossibly stylish as well. That, and in a way, very quirky. The penguin TV near his bed, the bright green computer, the posters everywhere and the big graffiti on the wall. Somehow, it manages to seem almost monochromatic in spite of all the clutter and diversity.
It’s a really nice room to look at. But for some reason, I can never stay in it for very long: it suffocates me. All that bleak, cold darkness and shades of grey. So I simply never lingered.
Hugo’s bedroom is pretty much what you would expect in a way: it’s a mess. Clothes, everywhere. Piles of nature magazines. Products, and books, lining every corner.
But it also shows another side of him. It shows the artsy, free-spirited young man. Two of his walls are lined with artwork, beautiful, modern artwork that he took great care in placing and maintaining — unlike basically everything else. He also chose his chandeliers accordingly. Lean and modern and stylistic.
And finally, he has two computers. And as I would learn later, he knew how to use them. He really did.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 