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things are getting.. witchy!
a few minutes later
Welcome back, Agent Rhodes!
At long last, Queen Anika steps into the spotlight, catching up with her dear friend, and excited to join in on the fun!
old memories; In emotional times like these, even the deepest feelings rise to the surface. Can Harper leave the past behind, or will it pull her back in?
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 // gen 7
.:Eva Carruthers, Jazz Pianist:.
Previous
Shortly after her last conversation with her brother, Eva dropped out of the University of Britechester and auditioned for the Britechester Orchestra. She received overwhelming accolades for her performance and, as such, has headlined her first solo performance (using the last name Carruthers for the stage) of which we just had the privilege of enjoying. The song she played is linked above the cut, where she brings a new generational sound to jazz piano mixed with the classic touch inherited from her father, the late, great Jackson Carruthers, Jazz Pianist.
Scene made possible by this lot, and deco sims by @madebycoffee, @ellemant and @xldkx (please never stop making deco sims).
Dulce: There's gotta be many opportunities for us over there! I heard you can drive for an hour in Del Sol Valley and still be in Del Sol Valley! Caruso: Is that because of how big it is or because of all the traffic? Dulce: Maybe both. Let's find out.
Transcript
Dulce: Hey, so I’ve been thinking...
Caruso: About what?
Dulce: Let’s move to Del Sol Valley.
Caruso: I’m on board with that.
Dulce: It sounds little scary, but I think it’d be good for us.
Caruso: Let’s do it. I feel like I got the California movie star look already.
WE ARE HERE!!!!!!! 🥳🥳 What awaits for our heiress? Who will she meet? What will she encounter?
The build is the Del Sol Valley Condos by @chrissieytbuilds :)
Transcript
Del Sol Valley. California. * West Coast, Best Coast
Dulce: I’m finally here. About time!
[Trunk closes and the Uber drives off.]
Dulce: Can you believe this???
Caruso: Honestly, not really.
Dulce: Well, believe it!
Caruso: You found a nice place for us to live in.
Dulce: Right? Aren’t these condos so cute?
Dulce: I can’t wait to buy furniture and decorate the place. Any style you want to go for?
Caruso: Nah. Like I said before, it’s all up to you.
daily life of a witch
Welcome to the family, Cosi! ♡ Note: Her name is pronounced like "cozy" but with an "s" instead of a "z" :) Dulce's new home was a bit too quiet for her liking, so she decided to adopt a dog from the local shelter. Why not? She's been considering it for a bit now anyway. The condominium building has a lot of great outdoor space for pets and kids to play in. Also, Dulce is very active and can take Cosi out on regular walks or jogs.
Transcript under the cut
Animal Rescue. Del Sol Valley, California.
*Definitely NOT Brindleton Bay.
Dulce: This is the place.
Caruso: [Yawns] It’s so early, Alegría.
Dulce: Gotta catch up!!
Dulce: OMG! How do I choose just one dog???
Caruso: Never mind, I’m fully awake. Let’s take all of them.
Dulce: Excuse me, why is that one still locked in the cage?
Animal Shelter Volunteer: Ohh, her??? Yeah, she’s a feisty one. She growls at all the people and dogs. We can’t get her to stop.
Dulce: Can I see her?
Animal Shelter Volunteer: Umm, sure... But I warned you, so don’t sue us or anything. She’s got wickedly sharp teeth.
Dulce: Hi, there! I like you. How does a life filled with kisses on the head, regular spa treatments, delicious homemade food, and endless love sound to you?
Dulce: [Chuckles] Okay, okay. No head kisses if you’re not ready for that.
Dulce: You’re just scared, huh? Everyone here is a lot bigger than you and you want to look tough. I get that.
Other Volunteer: Oh, be careful with that one.
Dulce: It’s fine.
Dulce: [Gently speaks] Can I pet you?
[The dog cautiously walks up to Dulce and puts her head on Dulce’s hand.]
Caruso: Aw, she’s so cute. Is she the one?
Dulce: I think so!
Caruso: Let’s take her home, then.
Dulce: You heard that??? Let’s go now, come on.
Dulce: She’s letting me pick her up!!!
Dulce: You’re such a cosita linda- [Gasps] that’s it! That’s your name. Cosita. Or Cosi. Vamos.
Daisy received some extra pampering and attention from Lily. Today she was being entered into the Finchwick cow fair for the first time, and it was surely going to be a big day for her.
Lily: I love you Daisy. You're my beautiful girl. 🥰
Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 61 (Conrad's Childhood Memories)
cw: parental death, terminal cancer
"Come on, Conrad, if it gets too late the snow won't be good for building snowmen anymore! Can you even hear me with those things on your ears?"
"You know I hear you fine when you're two feet away from me, Malcolm. I only need them until I'm big enough for surgery."
"Then let's go!"
"Just a second. I've almost beaten the high score."
"Isn't that the same high score you've been trying to beat for weeks?"
"I almost had it! Whoever this ButtercupNesbeets is, they're amazing at this game!"
"If you think they're so amazing, why don't you marry them?"
Conrad turned up his nose. "Ew, gross. We're ten!"
"Well if they're not important enough to marry, it's not important enough to beat their high score! Let's go!"
Conrad followed Malcolm to the street. They passed his parents, Nancy and Geoffrey, whispering about something. Conrad thought he heard them say his name, but he knew it was impolite to ask - especially since his father was employed as the head of billionaire Chester Landgraab's security team.
They took the elevator down over one-hundred stories. Older brick rowhouses still stood in the shadow of skyscrapers, like the luxury Spire Tower where Malcolm lived with his family.
The boys built their snowman, laughing and carefree as they caught fresh flakes of snow on their tongue. Malcolm didn't make friends easily - his name scared other kids away, and his snobbish demeanor didn't endear him to those who weren't intimidated by the Landgraabs. But Conrad was kind to everyone, and his father's job meant he couldn't avoid spending time with Malcolm.
He was always quick with a rude remark if he didn't get his way, but Conrad spent enough time with Malcolm to see the side that feared never measuring up to his family's expectations. The side that loved music as much as Conrad loved video games.
The boys stood proudly in front of their finished snowman, then shared mischievous grins before knocking it down.
Cold crystals of snow flew through the air, burning their cheeks, but they laughed harder than they had since the time they pranked Malcolm's Uncle Johnny with pink dye in his showerhead.
Conrad's father stood at the edge of the snowy sidewalk. "Boys, it's getting late! Time to head in!"
"You're home!" Conrad cried, racing to give his father a hug. "I thought you'd be in Tartosa with Mr. Landgraab until the end of the week!"
"I had better reason to come home," he said, but sad eyes betrayed his smile as they were joined by Conrad's mother. Her lavender-coloured hair was her signature - the thing that let her stand out in a sea of grey suits and pressed style in busy San Myshuno, but the expression on her face was sallow and defeated.
"Are you alright, Mrs. Gordon? You don't look so good."
Malcolm's innocent question tipped Conrad's parents over the edge and both let tears drip down their cheeks. Conrad had never seen his father cry, and it frightened him. Stephen Gordon was always so stoic.
"What's going on?"
"One of my guys will get you home, Malcolm, but it's time to come on home, son. Your mother and I want to talk to you about something."
That was the start of the worst conversation of Conrad's life. "Your mother has cancer," his father explained. "But the doctors are going to do everything they can to make her better."
Conrad's lip quivered. "What do you mean? Won't the doctors be able to fix her like they're gonna fix my ears?"
"They hope so, son."
Next to his father, Conrad's mother sat quietly, with a lost look in her eyes. She was never at a loss for words.
He put his arms around her and smiled. "You'll be alright, Mom. Dad and I will take care of you."
As if pulled from a trance Helena smiled for her son, returning his embrace with a soft smile. "I know you will," she said. "But you're just a kid. I'm supposed to be taking care of you."
Years passed. Conrad got his ears fixed, but he cared much less about his own health than his mother's. He and his father shuffled her to and from her appointments week after week, year after year.
They learned never to trust a good test result, because no matter what doctors did to help, she got sicker. When she lost her gorgeous lavender hair to chemotherapy, she cried for days, and Conrad grew angry. He hated seeing her put herself through so much pain only for her health to get worse.
He hated the world for putting her through hell. But his father begged him not to burden her with his resentment in her condition, so he spent the hours between her naps keeping her company in her room.
"There's this new mobile game I like to play when I finish my homework. I've almost got the high score but there's always this one user with the best score for so many games I play. I can never beat them. I don't know who they are, but I think maybe they're just some weird vegan who does nothing but play video games all day."
His mother tried to raise a smile. "What makes you say that?"
"Their name is ButtercupNesbeets - like the new meat substitute everyone keeps talking about from that small town that's really old - Henley-on-Bagford or something."
"Henford-on-Bagley. I went there once. Made friends with a red fox."
Helena held tighter to all her memories these days. She knew she was dying and would give almost anything to stop it, but there was no cure for what she had. Her treatments were beginning to break her, and Conrad and his father could both see it.
But she pulled herself together for her son's fifteenth birthday. Doctors said she was rallying, but she seemed healthier. Happier. Conrad begged himself not to get attached to the idea she was healing. He'd watched her get sicker for years.
But he basked in this period when she could get out of bed, laugh, smile, and even make a trip to the Copperdale Fair. Conrad's parents fell in love on the midway there, and they'd always talked about returning with their son.
Helena Gordon was determined to see through one final dream. She rode the old Ferris wheel and posed for photos with her husband and son. She'd avoided cameras ever since she'd lost her hair, but she wanted to capture this time in a bottle and let her husband and son carry it with them after she was gone.
Conrad would always remember the trip more fondly than any other memory of his parents, but Conrad's fifteenth birthday was the last his mother would ever see.
The men she left behind faced grief in different ways, but would always lean on each other in the years after her death. ->
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NOTE: Writing this almost brought me to tears because I have fallen so hard for Conrad. His story is so tragic in so many ways, and I can't remember the last time I was this invested in the life of some pixels I was playing around with. He just intrigues me so much and I loved getting the chance to drop little Easter eggs about his future with the ButtercupNesbeets herself, and tiny dickhead Malcolm was fun to play with, too.
This isn't even all backstory there is to tell. Conrad and his dad, Stephen, will definitely be seen again in the past, but it will probably get a content warning, too, because a lot of their story is pain.
Yes Caleb, shoot ur shot Shakespeare style!!!
lore drop: Caleb doesn't do technology at all, hence the letter :3