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Diamonds are forever
Hold one up and then caress it
Touch it, stroke it and undress it
I can see every part
Nothing hides in their heart to hurt me
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Bibury, 1895
Emmeline
I'd fretted terribly about when I'd have to announce to Almira that I'd gone into labour, considering I'd not informed her I was with child to begin with. When the moment inevitably came that I had to, she only laughed: “Emmeline, dear,” she said, “I’m blind, not deaf.” She'd later recount the many times I’d loudly become ill over the period I've been staying with her, and — in her words — pregnancy seemed to be the least concerning explanation she had settled on some time after she’d heard a wooden chair creak underneath me.
She held my hand in hers through what had proved to be a startlingly easy birth, even without the care of a physician. I consider myself to be a logical, reasonable woman, but I cannot help but feel as if my prayers had been answered. For once, I need not struggle and sacrifice; while Isabelle seemed to desire to usher in my death for her life as some sort of awful, biblical exchange, I had this wonderful calm wash over me as I held little Clytaemnestra — I've named her for another wronged, maligned woman — in my arms for the very first time.
I must admit, I expected to feel my Kenneth’s arms around me in turn.
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Bibury, 1895
Emmeline
I'd fretted terribly about when I'd have to announce to Almira that I'd gone into labour, considering I'd not informed her I was with child to begin with. When the moment inevitably came that I had to, she only laughed: “Emmeline, dear,” she said, “I’m blind, not deaf.” She'd later recount the many times I’d loudly become ill over the period I've been staying with her, and — in her words — pregnancy seemed to be the least concerning explanation she had settled on some time after she’d heard a wooden chair creak underneath me.
She held my hand in hers through what had proved to be a startlingly easy birth, even without the care of a physician. I consider myself to be a logical, reasonable woman, but I cannot help but feel as if my prayers had been answered. For once, I need not struggle and sacrifice; while Isabelle seemed to desire to usher in my death for her life as some sort of awful, biblical exchange, I had this wonderful calm wash over me as I held little Clytaemnestra — I've named her for another wronged, maligned woman — in my arms for the very first time.
I must admit, I expected to feel my Kenneth’s arms around me in turn.
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#sorry about the name little one!!😭#cavendish legacy#cavendish legacy 1890#ts4 decades challenge#sims 4 decades challenge#ts4 historical#sims 4 historical#c: emmeline cavendish#c: clytaemnestra cavendish#c: almira hobbs
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London, 1895
Kenneth Jr.
Today, Mr. Gresbrooke stopped by to talk to me after a meeting with Father: he explained that his daughter has told him at length about my interest in politics as well as my “studious and courteous manner.” He declared that I seem to be an intelligent young man with a good head fixed quite firmly on my shoulders, and that he's glad to hear that I have remained “blessedly untouched” by my mother’s “disposition.”
Though I cared little for the reference to Mother — the loss of her is not something I like to be reminded of, even if I think of her absence nearly every moment — I am unashamed to say I have been waiting for such an acknowledgement for some time! I know I'll work alongside him and Father one day, and I know it will make Mother proud, too.
Thomas
Richie said that Kenny is all Ethel ever talks about lately, so I asked him why, and would you believe Richie said she fancies him? Yuck! We agreed that it’s plainly gross, and I asked him if Anne fancies anyone (I suppose the answer I was hoping for is obvious!) but he just shrugged and said she’ll be married in a couple of years, anyway. He said he’ll never marry — isn't that daft — and I said I’ll definitely marry his sister, though he teased me like I meant Ethel, when I know he knew I meant Anne!
I’m gladder to have a best friend than ever; I feel like I forgot I could have fun for a while, and the Gresbrookes' country home is glorious in the summer. I’m even inspired to draw: you can guess who!
I hope I’ll be able to work on my illustrations for Mother again soon, but they only make me sad right now, and I hate to cry. I can’t wait until I’m a man, and I’ll never have to cry again.
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London, 1895
Kenneth Jr.
Today, Mr. Gresbrooke stopped by to talk to me after a meeting with Father: he explained that his daughter has told him at length about my interest in politics as well as my “studious and courteous manner.” He declared that I seem to be an intelligent young man with a good head fixed quite firmly on my shoulders, and that he's glad to hear that I have remained “blessedly untouched” by my mother’s “disposition.”
Though I cared little for the reference to Mother — the loss of her is not something I like to be reminded of, even if I think of her absence nearly every moment — I am unashamed to say I have been waiting for such an acknowledgement for some time! I know I'll work alongside him and Father one day, and I know it will make Mother proud, too.
Thomas
Richie said that Kenny is all Ethel ever talks about lately, so I asked him why, and would you believe Richie said she fancies him? Yuck! We agreed that it’s plainly gross, and I asked him if Anne fancies anyone (I suppose the answer I was hoping for is obvious!) but he just shrugged and said she’ll be married in a couple of years, anyway. He said he’ll never marry — isn't that daft — and I said I’ll definitely marry his sister, though he teased me like I meant Ethel, when I know he knew I meant Anne!
I’m gladder to have a best friend than ever; I feel like I forgot I could have fun for a while, and the Gresbrookes' country home is glorious in the summer. I’m even inspired to draw: you can guess who!
I hope I’ll be able to work on my illustrations for Mother again soon, but they only make me sad right now, and I hate to cry. I can’t wait until I’m a man, and I’ll never have to cry again.
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London, 1895
Kenneth Jr.
Today, Mr. Gresbrooke stopped by to talk to me after a meeting with Father: he explained that his daughter has told him at length about my interest in politics as well as my “studious and courteous manner.” He declared that I seem to be an intelligent young man with a good head fixed quite firmly on my shoulders, and that he's glad to hear that I have remained “blessedly untouched” by my mother’s “disposition.”
Though I cared little for the reference to Mother — the loss of her is not something I like to be reminded of, even if I think of her absence nearly every moment — I am unashamed to say I have been waiting for such an acknowledgement for some time! I know I'll work alongside him and Father one day, and I know it will make Mother proud, too.
Thomas
Richie said that Kenny is all Ethel ever talks about lately, so I asked him why, and would you believe Richie said she fancies him? Yuck! We agreed that it’s plainly gross, and I asked him if Anne fancies anyone (I suppose the answer I was hoping for is obvious!) but he just shrugged and said she’ll be married in a couple of years, anyway. He said he’ll never marry — isn't that daft — and I said I’ll definitely marry his sister, though he teased me like I meant Ethel, when I know he knew I meant Anne!
I’m gladder to have a best friend than ever; I feel like I forgot I could have fun for a while, and the Gresbrookes' country home is glorious in the summer. I’m even inspired to draw: you can guess who!
I hope I’ll be able to work on my illustrations for Mother again soon, but they only make me sad right now, and I hate to cry. I can’t wait until I’m a man, and I’ll never have to cry again.
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#and here's what the boys are up to!#cavendish legacy#cavendish legacy 1890#ts4 decades challenge#sims 4 decades challenge#ts4 historical#sims 4 historical#c: kenneth cavendish jr.#c: thomas cavendish#c: richard gresbrooke#c: richie gresbrooke#c: anne gresbrooke
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Bibury, 1895
Emmeline
I suppose I’ve become quite the seamstress!
Almira has allowed me to alter some of her old dresses to fit myself, and I’m glad to finally be out of that tight-fitting bad memory. Still, the woman hasn't updated her wardrobe in quite some time, and I am reminded of my mother: whoever thought the bustle was a good idea did not have a posterior like my own!
Without the help of a lady’s maid, my hair has suffered likewise, though I have never been one to fuss very much over my own appearance. It's nice not to be made to. I have found myself surprisingly appreciative of the work I have been given; it keeps me from wallowing too much in my own hurt, which seems to grow by the day, rather than heal with time. I believe now that I have settled, in some sense, I've been given time to think about it all: Kenneth’s betrayal, Mother’s, the destruction of my manuscript, and — most of all — how dearly I miss my children.
I find I often dream of Kenneth and I, at home and happily wed, without any of the pain that has come to define our marriage to me in the day. It all feels so enticingly real until I wake, and I am enraged at his betrayal all over again.
At least the renewal of spring approaches — I must look forward to that, rather than think about how my condition grows with its coming...
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SEVENTIES
Requested by @bloomingkyras, @citrlet and @tudear
Starring Helena Zhao
You could be my silver spring
Blue-green colors flashing
I would be your only dream
Your shining autumn ocean crashing
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Bibury, 1895
Emmeline
I suppose I’ve become quite the seamstress!
Almira has allowed me to alter some of her old dresses to fit myself, and I’m glad to finally be out of that tight-fitting bad memory. Still, the woman hasn't updated her wardrobe in quite some time, and I am reminded of my mother: whoever thought the bustle was a good idea did not have a posterior like my own!
Without the help of a lady’s maid, my hair has suffered likewise, though I have never been one to fuss very much over my own appearance. It's nice not to be made to. I have found myself surprisingly appreciative of the work I have been given; it keeps me from wallowing too much in my own hurt, which seems to grow by the day, rather than heal with time. I believe now that I have settled, in some sense, I've been given time to think about it all: Kenneth’s betrayal, Mother’s, the destruction of my manuscript, and — most of all — how dearly I miss my children.
I find I often dream of Kenneth and I, at home and happily wed, without any of the pain that has come to define our marriage to me in the day. It all feels so enticingly real until I wake, and I am enraged at his betrayal all over again.
At least the renewal of spring approaches — I must look forward to that, rather than think about how my condition grows with its coming...
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Bibury, 1895
Emmeline
I suppose I’ve become quite the seamstress!
Almira has allowed me to alter some of her old dresses to fit myself, and I’m glad to finally be out of that tight-fitting bad memory. Still, the woman hasn't updated her wardrobe in quite some time, and I am reminded of my mother: whoever thought the bustle was a good idea did not have a posterior like my own!
Without the help of a lady’s maid, my hair has suffered likewise, though I have never been one to fuss very much over my own appearance. It's nice not to be made to. I have found myself surprisingly appreciative of the work I have been given; it keeps me from wallowing too much in my own hurt, which seems to grow by the day, rather than heal with time. I believe now that I have settled, in some sense, I've been given time to think about it all: Kenneth’s betrayal, Mother’s, the destruction of my manuscript, and — most of all — how dearly I miss my children.
I find I often dream of Kenneth and I, at home and happily wed, without any of the pain that has come to define our marriage to me in the day. It all feels so enticingly real until I wake, and I am enraged at his betrayal all over again.
At least the renewal of spring approaches — I must look forward to that, rather than think about how my condition grows with its coming...
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#hiiii guys🥺#cavendish legacy#cavendish legacy 1890#ts4 decades challenge#sims 4 decades challenge#ts4 historical#sims 4 historical:#c: emmeline cavendish
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London, 1895
Isabelle
“Dear God, please return Mother to us. Everyone will be happy again. Thank you kindly, and yours sincerely, Isabelle Louise Cavendish.”
Thomas
Every time Father returns home from his work, I think it will be Mother. I asked Kenny if he feels the same, and all he had to say was that it seemed an unreasonable thought, though he was prone to it at times just as well. I wish I were more like him.
Since Mother left, I have been behaving like a stupid, snivelling child, and I cannot make myself act as I should, no matter how much I try to. I fear that I have never been the best of sons: I am loud, I am foolish, and I often make jokes when silence would be preferred. When Mother returns, I promise to not harass her with my childish games, and I promise not to run in the halls when I am feeling excitable. I will be the duplicate of my elder brother, or as close to him as I could be.
The only fortunate consequence of all this chaos is that I am often forgotten about as Isabelle is sent off to bed, Father is nowhere to be seen, and Kenny puts himself to sleep at the same time each night, as he always has. I stay up by the front door reading Mother’s stories — just in case it might be the very hour she returns — and I feel as I would when she used to tell me her stories until I fell asleep.
Kenneth Jr.
There is a coldness in our house that remains even as we reach the winter’s end. An odd sort of mourning has fallen over us all in Mother’s absence: she is gone, and in a different sense than she was before, but we do not know how nor why. Father has not acknowledged it, and we know better than to approach him with the questions so weighing on us; even if we had not, though, he is so busy working of late that we hardly see him besides when a door is shutting behind him or opening in front of him.
As eldest son, it is I who is left to guide Thomas’ and Isabelle’s piteous stares. I miss Mother dearly, but my grief must be straight-faced and silent: anything more than a commiserating nod and a pat on the shoulder, and I may bring to them the despair that I am trying not to feel — I do not want to succumb to this hopelessness that has been clawing at me. I had begun to feel my role unappreciated (the role of the eldest son is rewarding unto itself, I understand, but these days have been so difficult) when, during the night, Father came to my room as I slept, and thanked me. He did not say why, but I knew.
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and so it was love
happy valentine's day! gripped by the intense need to recreate what hamish & violet's first meeting (and prompt falling head over heels) might have looked like
#well i'm in love with them🥺#the pic of him reaching out🥺🥺🥺#everything about this post is so lovely and cinematic💓#hamish & violet: the movie prequel#i'm first in line to see it!!!
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Introducing...
The Rouault family
(aka Alice's family)
Jules is a fisherman and Marie Louise a fishmonger in Loguenan. Both the daughters work at the fish shop too and so did Alice before she left for Honfreville. By the way Marie Louise and Alice bump heads quite a bit (being both hot headed and all) so she really couldn't wait to live the nest.
As for Alice's sisters, while Lucie wouldn't mind just taking over the family business and continuing her life as is, Blanche is dreaming of romance. Actually, she is beginning to feel a bit insecure to still be looking for love at this point (don't worry bb girl surely you'll find someone soon enough).
These guys all live in Loguenan so I probably won't be playing them much but I thought it'd be nice to introduce them nonetheless.
#adore them so much already🥺#they're all so cute and i can't wait to see more of them!#i know i already spammed you in the comments but you're sooo good at ageing your sims :)
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MEDIEVAL
Requested by anonymous
Starring Caleb and Lilith Vatore
What does Lilith hate most in the world? Cleaning up her own messes. What would she hate even more? Cleaning up other people's messes. And Caleb deserved a sword. So I gave him a sword.
#i was feveredly desperately searching for this post because i realised i don't have it reblogged already. post of all time!!!#love them sooo much🥺#we need to get them into sims mediaeval stat
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🌷𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊🌷
#do we have a simblr post hall of fame. because this is on there#gorgeous and so cute💖#literally captured her vibe exactly
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