The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
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.
Twenty years of yoga don’t leave you without a solid practice in meditation. And when you reach a certain level of internal peace…
… You can start to bend the rules of the outside world as well.
In the jungle being able to teleport from one place to another proves really useful.
Particularly to explore the more faraway, unique places.
At the edge of a man-made, collapsed cliff, looking over the canopy and the lazy green streams that flow through the jungle, I feel minuscule, yet powerful.
It’s a sight that — quite literally — can’t be topped.
From this dangerous, vertiginous point above the jungle, we can see the bungalow we’re staying at.
It looks tiny from here, a dash of color in a sea of green.
The deeper we go, the more overbearing the vegetation becomes. And the more incredible the vestiges we run into become.
There’s the carcass of an airplane, crashed and forsaken right in front of the grandiose entrance to what must have been a temple once. The two tall, llama-headed colons tower over the clearing, ready to judge the mortals that dare venture between them.
This scene tells a thousand stories, and though none of them are reassuring, they leave us in respectful awe.
The stairs are broken, uneven, and lead nowhere that we can see; what’s more the inn owner didn’t talk about this when she gave us indications to find the temple. We’re both relieved we won’t have to risk upsetting the llama gods.
In this clearing, we find a stone chest. It’s closed by a heavy slate. Ceremoniously, Hannah approaches, then with a glance at me she braces and pushes against the stone.
The lid slides, slowly, inch by inch, and a bright golden light starts pouring out.
Hannah found a treasure!
It’s a golden frog, a relic of the old civilizations. It’s the first she’s ever found, and she’s filled with pride, and joy, and —
But then I see her freeze. She grabs her throat and gasps. Out of thin air, a sinister dark cloud materializes around her, and gathers above her head.
“Mom? Mom I don’t feel so good… I feel… sad…”
We should have known; after all the inn owner did warn us.
Hannah’s been cursed. The Curse of the Sadness Cloud is upon her, to be broken only by joy beyond bounds.
Here we are again, back where we went on our honeymoon, It’s every bit as beautiful as we remember.
And this time, we’re not alone! We came back as a family.
Hannah discovers a whole new environment — and we’re both glad she gets a chance to finally see something that is neither concrete nor glass.
And she has the cutest little hat for the chilly Granite Falls morning.
Hugo’s thrilled to be able to share this place we love with our daughter.
Nounou is not entirely convinced about this weird new environment, and isn’t quite ready to leave my shoulder.
Hugo spends most of his time alone…
Grandma wants to spend some time with Hugo and me, so we plan an evening together at the Humor and Hijinks Festival in the Art District. We’re meant to pick her up at home in Brindleton Bay, and while we’re at it, Hugo and I spend some time at the lounge that sits on the wharf.
There’s a private space there, and all I can hear is the sea, the sounds of the seagulls, and Hugo’s sweet whispers in my ear.
And Hugo’s squeals every time the baby moves.
Grandma is uber excited at the thought of becoming a great-grandma. She swears she’ll protect my kid with everything she has, and I know she will.
The Humor and Hijinks Festival is not quite as mesmerizing as the Spice Festival for me, but it is still visually stunning.
Okay, I love all festivals.
Grandma drinks one of the juices, but my pregnant belly says that I maybe shouldn’t, so I play with sparklers instead to amuse both Jokers and Tricksters.
Fireworks.
This will remain in my memory as one of my favorite days with Grandma.
It’s all so beautiful.
It’s already our last day in Granite Falls.
I do my morning yoga under Hugo’s watchful eyes. Only when I’m done can he stop checking me out, and he goes fishing near the lake shore. I spend the rest of the morning perfecting my horseshoe-throwing with a new friend.
Then at the end of the afternoon, Hugo and I play cards on the porch, and basically make the best of the end of the trip.
We’re going back to San Myshuno relaxed and re-invigorated.
And quite possibly in love with Granite Falls. We already know we’ll be going back.
Yes, my new friend is the bear, and he’s damn good at horseshoe-throwing.
But you won’t see me give the game up.
The Granite Falls views are so very stunning.
Hugo crushed me at cards. I’m not salty, you’re salty.
Again, honeymoon.
The sun, the horseshoes, the fishing, the nature yoga, I’ll miss all right.
But these baths? I’ll miss them the most.
Hugo found a hobby. I was worried he would wilt and wither away from the computers, but he’s taken a liking to fishing, and he spends his second day trying to get us a very, very fresh lunch. I move my yoga mat to do my sun salutations next to him.
We don’t speak at all: he doesn’t want to bother the fish, I’m focusing on my breath. But just doing our thing next to each other has us happy.
Also, I do sneak some looks at him because watching a city boy struggle with a fishing cane is amazing.
Don’t mind the bear in the back, Azalea. Focus on your Warrior One.
… It’s not a real bear anyways.
Playing in the bath like a kid — I love these bath bombs too much.
Hugo walks into the bathroom — he has an idea in mind and it’s not the bath bombs.
I mean, it is our honeymoon…
The Granite Falls nights are a little chilly. Full jammies it is.
The most important part of a wedding is, of course, taking a lot of cute couple pictures. Nothing else. And I must say, the location we chose has a beautiful garden. It’s almost like someone made it specifically to look stunning for a wedding.
So by sunset, a few minutes before the ceremony, we pose together. It’s hard to keep solemn picture faces, because we’re giddy.
This is when we vow to love, protect, and support each other forever.
We both already trusted each other to do so. My heart still implodes a little.
We exchange the rings and become, before our closest friends and family, husband and wife.
This is when we eat.
And also when the close friends and family do their best to embarrass the bride and groom with anecdotes.
Thay’s right, Marie, you laugh. You know I’ll get back at you.
We cut and murder the wedding cakes (plural), then I surprise Hugo, who wasn’t expecting me to do a whole speech about how much he and his love meant to me.
That’s right baby, you married a romantic sim.
Do you remember when I fell in love with the Spice Market? I do. Years ago, when the Spice Festival was in town as I visited Miranda, and all the colors and smells got engraved into my memory forever.
Now I live in the Spice Market, and the Spice festival appears again, right at my doorstep, and it’s as beautiful as ever, perhaps more. The music and the food, the lights and the colors, the absolute magic of it all, they transport me again into another world.
There’s a street artist performing for us all to hear, and there is no way to refrain myself from dancing.
… and then I raid all of the food stalls, and taste it all.
I also buy fifteen bottles of spices that I will never use and a T-shirt, and it’s absolutely worth it. The vendor is also the absolute nicest.
Hugo is still upstairs, as he had a stream scheduled tonight. Our house is the only one with light pouring in through the windows. He was so sorry to miss it. I’ll be bringing him samosas to cheer him up.
The yoga sure helps with the flexibility.
At this exact moment, I know again, without a shadow of doubt, that the Spice Market is the right home for me.
Poses are from @rethdis-love , and they’re the best thing in the universe.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 