Its A Girl! Meet Carmen Ramirez, Named For Lisas Mother. It Seems Like Tessa Was Named For Checos Mother,

It’s a girl!  Meet Carmen Ramirez, named for Lisa’s mother.  It seems like Tessa was named for Checo’s mother, Theresa, so the tradition continues.  I think she’s going to be adorable. :)

Aww I love your prompts!! What about “Who hurt you?” for Olive and Grim? ^^

You got it, friend!  Thanks so much! This was quite fun to write.  Let me know what you think!

“WHO HURT YOU?”

Olive fell backwards and scrambled away from the ominous apparition in front of her.

Most sims were afraid of the Grim Reaper.  Most sims had a good reason to be afraid of him. Olive had never understood it. She had been able to see the Reaper since she was a teen, and he had never frightened her.  Honestly, the first time she’d seen him, she had thought him incredibly handsome.  He just had such good...bone structure. 

Now, though, as he loomed over her, she felt a flicker of what other sims must feel when they met him.  She curled in on herself, hugging her injured arm to her chest.  She was certain he could hear her heart pounding in her chest.  

“I’m fine,” she whimpered.  “I’m fine...He’s gone now.  He won’t do it again. That’s why you’re here.” She pointed to the blackened corpse on the lawn, its soul already taken. 

His dark aura faded, the tendrils of smoke dissipating as if blown away by a summer breeze.  He knelt, and she could have sworn he’d gotten smaller.  His bony fingers were suddenly gentle, caressing her face, pushing her hair out of her eyes. His other arm wrapped around her shoulders, drawing her into the folds of his robe. 

“FORGIVE ME, DEAREST,” he murmured, his voice back to the smooth baritone she knew instead of the booming, terror-inducing roar it had been. “PLEASE, DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.  I’M SORRY.  I NEVER MEANT TO FRIGHTEN YOU. I JUST CANNOT STAND THE THOUGHT OF SOMEONE PUTTING HIS HANDS ON YOU.” 

She relaxed in his hold, her breathing slowing as he became the man she knew once more.  She never wanted to see him like that again. 

I’ll admit, I cheated.  I sent Checo out fishing again (for what felt like the zillionth time).  I kept him at the pond for days, cheating his motives up, and he still didn’t get his gold badge.  I checked his inventory and found he’d caught over 100 fish (even if you don’t count the boots), so I decided he’s earned the badge, even if the game won’t give it to him.  Seriously, we have enough fish to live through an apocalypse challenge now.  Yeesh!

Checo and Lisa are more in love than ever.  Seriously, if I leave them to their own devices, this is what they do.  I love it!  

99. for Jill and Buck? :)

Okay. I’m assuming 99 is from the most recent list of prompts I posted, so that means the prompt is “You’re not crazy”. In future, it would help if you sent the actual phrase the prompt goes with. —“You’re not crazy.”Buck jumped. “What?”“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just me.” Jill held up her hands. “I just...I heard what those guys said.”“Yeah, so did the rest of the shopping center,” Buck muttered.“Well it’s not true. You’re not crazy. I believe you.”“Great. One person believes me. I feel so much better.”“My family believes you too,” she said. “Mom, Dad, Johnny, they all believe you. So do my uncles. Mom had to tell Uncle Vidcund he wasn’t allowed to go interrogate you, actually. He’s really interested in lycanthropy.”“Tell him I’ll gladly switch with him,” Buck muttered. “He can try getting hairy every night and see how he likes it.”Jill giggled. “He would love that. Seriously, he’ll probably ask you to bite him if he sees you. But that’s not the point. My point is, you’ve got about half of Strangetown believing you. You have the whole Smith-Curious clan behind you. Don’t let a few idiots get to you.”“It would be easier if I wasn’t related to those idiots.”“I know.” She held out her arms. “Do you want a hug?”He nodded and she wrapped her arms around him. “Why don’t you come home with me?” she suggested. “Mom’s making spaghetti.”Buck looked up at the sky. The setting sun was turning the clouds pink and orange. “I’ll eat anything,” he said. “Just...don’t mind my table manners.”“Uncle Lazlo is coming to dinner,” Jill laughed, slipping her hand into his. “You’ll be fine.”—Hope you enjoyed, Anon! I had fun writing this. 😊 Thanks for the prompt!

"You've always felt like home" or "Dance with me" with Loki and Circe for the writing prompts thing, whichever you prefer!! Thank you in advance 💖

For you, dear Anon, I have done both prompts. I will format this better in the morning, when I’m not posting from mobile, but here are two drabbles for the two prompts. Thank you! 💕💕💕—You've always felt like home“You realize we’ll have to leave now,” Circe said. “With the Subject gone, we can't stay in Strangetown.”Loki bent and pressed a kiss to her neck. “So let’s leave,” he murmured in her ear. “We’ll run away, change our names, start a new life. It’ll be like a second honeymoon.”“We won't have the money for another castle, Loki. We’ll have to give up everything we've built here, our work, our home…”He continued kissing her, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, sending shivers down her spine. “You have always been home for me. I would live in the Subject’s cell if you were there with me. Besides, there is time to run the counterfeiting machine before we leave. If you pack our things, then I will print enough simoleons to buy you two castles in Champs Les Sims.”Circe kissed him back. “You always know exactly what to say,” she murmured, pulling him down to the couch. There would be time to pack and print money later. — Dance with me Circe hated hospital fundraiser functions. She had so many better things to do. Dressing up and spending an evening in a hotel ballroom, talking about all the good they were doing and all the lives they were saving…it was enough to make her sick. The only reason she ever went was to raise money for her research. Well, that and dancing with Loki when he was in a tuxedo.Loki was attractive in whatever he wore. She loved seeing him in his sweater and slacks, or his lab coat. Watcher, the way he looked in that lab coat, with his goggles on and electricity sparking around him from a project! It was one of her favorite sights. But seeing him in a tuxedo was an experience in itself. Something about it just spoke to the Fortune sim in her. Dancing with him made her feel like a millionaire’s wife. It was really the only good reason to go to those stupid functions.