Всем привет! Я соскучалась по тамблеру, по симсу и решила собраться и написать историю! Это будет, я надеюсь, короткая история о Лиле, которую травмировала ее подросковая любовь. Из-за чего у нее возникуют различные проблемы в отношениях, в жизни. Должно быть интересно!
Решила в этот раз побробовать сделать на русскую аудиторию. Сразу с руссским текстом, вместо английского. Мечта - это выпускать посты раз в неделю. Но посмотрим как получиться.
Прошу реблогнуть всех кто может, чтобы люди узнали, что я жива!! :))
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.
Got a horrible bruise on my hip and still stink of the river no matter how thoroughly I wash. I was resolved to earn my millions with far less dangerous crafting or blogging, or just marrying a PRINCE. Then at school, Amazons showed me my rather funny pics all over the Net and said only sissies give up after the first try.
“It doesn’t matter how many times you fall. It only matters how many times you get up,” Hecta quoted her favourite Shaolin monks.
“And guess what,” Carmina piped in, “There’s Dress Show Live at Terra Mall today! It’s gonna be a total sell-out and huge fashion event meaning lots and lots of…” she looked over her shoulder to check if our potential rivals listened, and whispered conspiringly, “big fish to fish for.” She wriggled her eyebrows at me, and my heart started thumping the click-clock song of the glam shoes on Milan catwalks. Oh, Lord!
Luckily, my black knight costume dried up by the time I got back into my model role. Hecta did me a mega horrific battle make-up and Carmina sneaked a real camera from her ma. We took a bus to the town, and I breathed into a paper bag all the way to calm my nerves. Hecta went berserk at the smeared mask on my face. But by the time we arrived, I looked more like a dead (few times) knight, and it pleased her even more.
The fair-show was a big noisy place with so many people bustling around the stalls and talking total gibberish (probably, French). Anyone could be a disguised agent, so we pretended we didn’t care and simply played up. Carmina took pics of me yelling pirates’ commands and I wobbled in Hecta’s boots like a wretched ship but kept my powerful and mysterious face.
It was rather fun but not until some Oscar Wilde like man DID come up and fell to pieces with most exquisite compliments. “What grace, what elegance! What zest! A gust of fresh, spicy gale to my lungs! Or dear me, miss, have you ever considered being a model?” he sang.
And turned to Carmina.
Carmina turned to Hecta, Hecta turned to me and I turned and ran away, crying. I stumbled and bumped into all French on my way. I wanted to lock myself up in a toilet, but Hecta fished me out and said to screw it. “Forget it, okay? Modelling sucks!” she said. “This all sucked from the start.”
“But…” I snivelled, getting even deader dead knight. “But then I’ll never be rich and famous.”
“Y’know, you’d better be yourself.” She said, fixing my smeared mascara with a wet napkin. “And eat as much cookies as you like.”
That sounded like a good idea. I was so hungry. And I REALLY hated walking in two-size bigger boots. We went to buy sweets instead, and Hecta held my hand so I wouldn’t tumble over again. I’ll think about being rich and famous tomorrow, but right now, I want my cookies!
Dear Dad, Do you know what’s really wrong about teens? Everyone wants to be SOMEBODY and do something UNIQUE. And not like spooky-psycho-sick, but you know, POPULAR. So that everyone will double-tap, comment and follow it. I must have caught the wrong planet coz I really like to be nobody. I think it gives me like freedom to be all I want, not just what’s streaming. But anyway…
I dropped by Aidan’s the other day. He had his next absolutely *CRAZIEST IDEA* to paint his bedroom walls. And I don’t mean paint like cover it with one colour but draw a complete and utter masterpiece instead of using canvas as all normal painters do. I just caught him climbing the helluva stepladder to do the mountain tops and helped him stay there, not plop down and do the grass instead.
His mom Daffodil (well, actually Annella but nobody calls her that) got suddenly possessed, but not by devils, by LATIN PROVERBS. She kept telling how it was important to BE somebody, DO something, ANYTHING, but try and LIVE not just exist. ‘CARPE Diem, amica mia, carpe diem!’ she splashed out with a graceful swing of her hand. I had no idea what she wanted from me but I must have looked really boring and inexpressible coz the very next day she told Ma how really boring and inexpressible I looked. ‘My son is doing a full-sized mural,’ she said with a proud nod. ‘He enjoys his life and brings colours to it while some teens can only climb trees and fall down from them.’ *A glance my way* Ma was so furious. I thought she’d bring THE SKIES down to Vengeance Her Kin! But she only barked, ‘You’re right, Daff, some teens are true vandals, not like our darlings. You know, we’ve been fixing the pipes and our bathroom is such a mess. My talented little girl was just about to paint the shower tiles with dolphins and mermaids!’
I started laughing but choked on it when Ma dragged me to the first art-n-hobby shop around and then shut me in the bathroom one on one with the blasted wall. ‘If some Aidan Rossetti can do it, you surely can,’ she said lighting a joss stick of patchouli. ‘But Ma, Aidan was born with a brush in one hand, a guitar in the other, two right feet and a mouth full of languages! The best I can do is to draw a smiley on a stick,’ I protested. ‘Don’t be ridiculous! You’re a daughter of a witch. You can do anything. Now. Open your chakras, connect your spirit to the Space and bring it to life!’ She slapped my cheeks and shoulders to bring some of my blood back to life too and was off for her daily shot of terribly artless Poldark.
Dad, I sat there for HOURS, smudging paint by the cracked tiles. I cried, I laughed, I played with my cats and drew a Halloween make up on my face. I honestly tried to paint dolphins too but they suddenly turned into deeply troubled octopuses. And my mermaids have probably lived all their lives in Picasso seas. By the end of the day, all I wanted was to BURN THIS FRIGGED WALL and all the frigged house with it. Then RUN, RUN as fast, RUN as long as I could and only stop when somebody sees a painter’s brush in my hand and asks, ‘What is that for?’
When Ma came to check on my progress, hands on hips, she found it nice, though. ‘Oh, I love it, Carma! So spiritual and symbolic. I expected a sea theme but your pterodactyls look even better.’ ‘Ma, they are dolphins.’ ‘As you say, darling. Now, clean the mess and let it dry. The paint tube says, for three full days…’
Three days, DAD!!! I haven’t had a shower for THREE! DAYS! I didn’t think I’d ever take it home, though. Those monsters were truly creepy. I even had nightmares about them chasing me all the way to school. When Hecta saw them, she offered to film a horror flick in my bathroom. And when Aidan saw them, I thought he’d crack from laughing that loud.
Anyway, the funniest thing of it all is that I did have a shower there, just today. My usual steamy shower and you know what? That blasted paint just, peeled off.IT PEELED OFF MY GOD! Like drops of wax from a glass. Ma was off her rockers calling the shop and blaming all the dead and alive for selling her “fake snot” of paint. Then she bought me a chocolate cake to eat down the TRAGEDY but blimey, there’s no tragedy. I’m BEAMING! The tiles are clean, and I even have a cake for that. Yay!
Will write to you soon, Yours (so ordinary) Skipper
Wedding pt. 3 I swear, I only have another post concerning the wedding before the real story <3 Thank you for the beautiful words and the support, my fellow simmers. It means a lot to me and I hope my little work could be still appreciate and inspire you to create something more beautiful <3 As always, big thanks and a special hug to @elfdor,@zouyousims,@linzlu,@jennisimsand @mimoto-sims for their wonderful works and their admirable patience for not killing me after thousand tags <3 Huge thanks to all the other cc creators <3 See you
Wedding, pt.2 As always, a big thanks to all the beautiful and stunning cc creators, for making it possible for me to do this story <3 @linzlu,@elfdor,@zouyousims and others for their beautiful dresses and accessories @jennisims for her stunning and detailed sculptures, @mimoto-sims for her marvelous church set and everyone else <3 Stay tuned for the third part <3
Hey everyone! Sorry for the slight delay on this week’s release, sometimes mental health gets in the way. Anyways we are back with this pose pack that depicts two sims talking, but one sim is pretending to sleep! It contains 8 poses (and 1 animation)!
Hey everyone! Happy New Year! Today I’m excited to share my guitar memories pose pack with you. This pack contains 10 poses for an adult with a guitar and a curious toddler!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all who celebrate! Today I’m releasing my Love on Ice pose pack which contains 6 poses for two sims who are skating!
Thanks to @lazysunjade for bringing the light of progress to that I-still-can’t-remember-the-proper-word place where retarded bears usually sleep away their lives.
