Queen Marie: (to ladies-in-waiting) I wish to be alone with my nieces.
Princess Charlotte: You must have had quite the journey, Aunt Marie.
Queen Marie: I believe it is not as exciting as it is made out to be. The weather on the sea was just too tumultuous, and I was discouraged from traveling. So I waited at my house in Saint Uinen until I was allowed to get on the ship. And unfortunately I could not send a message either, so… I hope you did not worry too much, especially you, little one.
Lady Lilian: I was worried… but now I am glad you are here.
Princess Juliet: Now that we have telegraphs, we should be able to communicate more easily in the future. I doubt we should have to rely on letters for much longer.
Queen Marie: Perhaps. I don’t understand the technology, but I should talk to my son.
Princess Charlotte: We should have a nice week together, Aunt Marie. The ball is tonight, and after that there will be a dinner in your honor, but other than that, there are only minor events in the diary. We should have a grand old time.
Queen Marie: I’m sure of it, as it is so lovely to be with you all here. And perhaps we will also get to celebrate an engagement? Juliet?
Princess Juliet: How do you know?!
Queen Marie: My maid said it was the main topic in the servant’s hall, that there would be an official announcement any day?
Princess Juliet:…
Princess Valeria: They pretend they don’t have an understanding, but everyone knows it is going to happen. Quite pathetic honestly. Just admit to it already.
Princess Charlotte: Now, now… We don’t need to be unkind.
Princess Valeria: Unkind!? They’re treating us as if we were blind!
Queen Marie: I am sure that is not the intention here. And sit up straight, Valeria, don’t slouch, you look like a peasant’s daughter!
Princess Valeria: Forgive me, Aunt. (mumbles) a peasant’s daughter is still a peasant…
Princess Juliet: Charles and I are not engaged, Aunt Marie, but… perhaps he might propose soon, I am not sure. It is difficult to know what he thinks.
Princess Charlotte: I believe the way that he seeks you out in a crowded room is already a sign that he must be madly in love with you; before the war he usually kept to the shadows, or sat and growled at everyone.
Lady Lilian: I think it’s romantic, him coming home from the war and falling in love…
Queen Marie: Has he spoken to your father yet? To ask permission?
Princess Juliet: Not to my knowledge, but I should not think it matters. I’m not promised to anyone else, and Papa thinks highly of Charles. And this way, I could stay here in Anland and could be close to our families.
Queen Marie: I see… well my darlings, let me give you some advice. You are still so young. And you are right at the limbo between coming of age and starting your life in society and being married. You should do your very best to make this time one of joy. The friendships you make now could last a lifetime, you have the opportunity to meet the most interesting people of our lifetime of course! But don’t forget to behave properly either… Rumors about impropriety can also follow you until your deathbed. Would you not agree, Valeria?
Princess Valeria: Why would you tell me this, Aunt?
Queen Marie: All I will say is this: the servant’s hall is apparently also full of your exploits, dearest.
Princess Valeria:What?!
Queen Marie: I do not wish to discuss the matter, but let this be a tale of caution for you.
Princess Juliet: Would you approve of it thought? If it came through, that is?
Queen Marie: Of what?
Princess Juliet: This… match. If he did propose, would you approve of it?
Queen Marie: Of course, my child. As long as it is what you truly want.
I made this posepack ages ago for storytelling queen @obigem (over a month ago, actually! The planning for this story is amazing!), but kept it a secret until it had been featured in her Twitter story (which is also where the previews are from. You can catch up on the Tumblr link above or read it here! It’s dramatic right now). Eep! Such an honour to be asked.
There are three couple poses, made with femme and masc frames but should work for any.
TOU: - please don’t redistribute, claim as your own, alter, or put behind a paywall
You can tag me here, on Twitter, or Instagram. It’s not required but I love to see what people do with them!
A fairly large posepack, but these were all made for the same sequence so I figured I might as well pack them up together. It has 5 single poses, 6 couple poses, and 3 poses for a group of three - that’s 26 poses in total! I made them with a wall/door but it’s really only the solo poses that are leaning against it. The rest can be placed anywhere.
I’ve been through and adjusted these so they will hopefully work for a range of Sims, but there might be some minor clipping depending on clothing or body shapes.
Please don’t edit, reupload as your own, put behind a paywall, etc. If you use these you can tag me on here, Twitter, or Instagram (but it’s not required!). If you want to read the story these are from, it’s here (Chapter 28!).
These are some of the poses I made for the latest chapter of my IG story - no one’s having a good time right now lmaaaooo. A few people on Twitter asked for them so I’ll be making them public in batches. This is quite a complicated set because of the variations, so I went through and redid all the thumbnails to colour-code them for you - I really hope that helps. Let me know if there are any problems!
As always, please don’t redistribute/claim as your own/etc. I don’t mind folk editing them in Blender scenes but I’d love a tag if you do. You can find me here, on Twitter, and on my other Instagramaccount.
The time is come. Charlotte leaves the house under the guise of going to school for the day - but she pauses to look back at her childhood home. It’s difficult, but she knows that this is for the best. She needs the freedom to figure out who she is and be that person. All she takes with her is a small backpack of clothes and the cash she has on hand.
Her first stop takes her to a bus stop outside of a rest station. Lingering tears in her eyes, she walks inside to make one quick purchase, and heads around back to the dingy little bathroom.
Charlotte stares at herself in the mirror and takes a long, shuddering breath. She’d been preparing for this for a few weeks now. Her backpack has some old clothes she bought at a thrift shop, and now she has the scissors. All it takes is a change of clothes and a few quick snips….
She laughs, feeling a wave of relief and a sensation like an invisible weight has been lifted off of her chest. The girl in the mirror hardly reminds her of Charlotte Lane, pretty little millionaires daughter. This is Charlie, the teenage runaway on a mission of self-discovery.
Stuffing her old clothes in her bag, Charlie crams it into the trash can and leaves the restroom to get back on the bus.
The first Sunday morning of Spring dawns crisp and with a bite of snow. Inside of the Lane family manor, Charlotte works on practising the new music she’s been studying for her lessons. As is the usual for Sunday mornings.
The day passes with few interruptions - Sundays are the one day her parents put aside their work, and so there are no functions to attend or photo shoots to dress up for.
The family gets together for a quiet meal prepared by their butler. Charlotte arrives still dressed in her workout wear after a quick jog in the home gym. This earns a stern look from her mother - it’s expected that they will all dress nicely for these family dinners - but no comments, which is a blessing.
“Dad,” Charlotte starts, looking over to her father. “My friend Yazmin is going to be having her birthday party next Saturday, and I was wondering - ”
He cuts her off. “Saturday is the opening of the new community center,” he says brusquely, waving a hand as though physically brushing aside her question. Charlotte frowns.
“Nobody will care if I’m not there,” she retorts, her temper flaring. “These events are all about you and mom - nobody will even notice if I miss one.”
“Of course they will,” her mother interjects. “You know what’s expected of you, Charlotte. Your father has given you his answer. You can call your friend after the event to wish her a happy birthday.”
This isn’t a new sort of interaction at the dinner table. Not for the first time, Charlotte hates this family dynamic. The one where she’s expected to be the happy little marionette being puppeted about by her parents for the papers and newscasters. For years she’s been chafing under their strict rules and expectations that she doesn’t agree with.
Not for the first time, she longs to build her own life. To be her ownperson.
After the chaos at the store, Natalia tried to convince herself that the man’s life didn’t depend in her hands. She found herself walking slowly under the bridge, telling herself it’s going to be alright over and over.
“It’s okay it’s not your fault…it’s okay, it’s not your fault….”
Is she alright?
Meanwhile in Heidi’s mind, she relived the phone call she got from her employer Anansi the spider god.
“Hello, sugar. I know you’re on vacation, but I need you to clean something for me. There’s this wolf pack who’s been trafficking kids off Willow Creek. I’ll send you the rest of the information if you’re up to it.”
“Send me the file.”
Heidi quickly pulled herself out of the warehouse with her bike where the children were kept safely before calling the authorities. But she didn’t left unscathed. She crashed her bike and she had wounds from battling those werewolves. And she hope that her unsung efforts could pave the way of the children’s freedom.
“Damn, I barely got out. At least the children are fine.”
“Excuse me.”
A voice behind her said. When she looked up, a face of an angel was looking down upon her with a soft concern.
