The business district of San Myshuno had a certain prestige that no other district could replicate. It could be the sprawling business centers that towered over all of the other San Myshuno buildings. Or even the fresh leather shoes and briefcases the businessmen carried. One could also contribute it to the decadent perfumes that wafted off the women. But even with all the class in the world couldn’t stop Vivienne Lee from releasing her unfiltered thoughts.
Nicky adjusted the mannequin’s outfit for the third time that morning. They made sure that each mannequin was perfect and their store was spotless. Sure, they could have requested an assistant or one of the shop girls to clean up, but no one could make it perfect like Nicky could.
There’s a great blog on tumblr called Simblr Questions of the Day which posts… simblr questions of the day lol This question had me thinking and researching.
📩 Simblr question of the day: Your story gets a TV show. Who is playing your OCs?
For Ken Sato I would cast John Cho or Daniel Dae Kim.
For our matriarch, Marlene Sato, we are casting Sanaa Lathan or Cassandra Freeman.
KJ will be played by Chance Perdomo or Justin Chu Cary.
Baby Sato, Evelyn could be played by Lex Scott Davis or Sydney Park.
And incoming Sato, Natalia could be played by Amelie Zilber or Ryan Whitney.
I’m definitely no casting director but I think the actors chosen resemble my sims so well! Any picks?
Over on tumblr, they’re hosting Simblr Met Gala! The theme this year is Belle of the Ball to honor Bella Goth. I wanted to share my last minute entry on this blog too!
Arriving in their finest Bella Both-eque attire is the mommy daughter duo: Marlene and Emilene Sato. The pair’s black and red ensembles are an obvious ode to the two iconic colors that represent Bella Goth.
Emi is sporting a chic and fun silhouette with peplum skirt and a dazzling corset top and sparkly arm candy to match.
Marlene is taking a simple yet sultry approach with a full back cut out that dips so low that her rear is making an appearance on the red carpet! Her waist is accessorized with some sparkles. Her necklace is dripping bloody diamonds.
Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you’re not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You’re hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you’re in love, it can feel like it’s eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.
Marlene Sato
Love as a Threshold
Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.
Kenneth Sato Jr.
Love as Youth
Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. You think it, like your youth , will last forever. Youth is eternal, and so is your love. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously. Your love is jumping into puddles just to watch the water splash, and dancing in the rain, and it is watching Sunday morning reruns of cartoons to feel young once more. Your love is forever, forever young. Being loved by you is to be loved by the summer months. And those never end, do they? Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.
Evelyn Sato
Love as a Flaw
Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.
Natalia Busch
Love as the Dawn
Pastel, saccharine and hopeful, your love rises slow to greet the day. It tiptoes on doe feet and blossoms bit by bit, petal by petal. Love is new to you, isn’t it? A fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. Your love loves with bated breaths. Your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. Your love romanticizes. Your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. You’re swollen with desire and idealizations. The perfect kiss, the perfect touch, the perfect partner in life. Your love is wide-eyed and innocent, naive and pristine and oh, so very easily breakable. Being loved by you is to be loved by a child, by a lamb, wooly-eyed and helpless. Oh. I really hope it lasts.
Chapter 3 is going to take some time because the update for Crystal Creations fucked up my game. So here are some photos of the Fox Family. More about the Ernestine and Marcus Fox will be revealed throughout the story. I feel like it won’t hurt to post these pictures since I already posted their family tree.
Miles away, the Satos also enjoyed their first family dinner. Of course, Mr. Sato was nowhere to be seen, a common occurrence in this family. Instead, two other people joined their meal.
⚠️ NSFW Warning – This post contains images with nudity. View at your own discretion ⚠️
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