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somik-severinka · 1 year

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Functional Whiskey, Cognac and Vodka

Cognac "Hennessy VS":

Whiskey "Jack Daniels":

Vodka "Rodnik":

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All bottles have their own buffs and moods

Compatible with the Basemental mod (if you want to have the effect of intoxication from drinks)

While drinking, the sim will have a little motive😀 fun and the existing buffs of stress, sadness, anger, fear, boredom and discomfort will disintegrate faster

Where it is sold:

🍾 In a restaurant

🍾 In the cookbook or refrigerator menu

🍾 In the delivery RealCook Mod

🍾 Any Lot Retail

🍾 Bar menu

🍾 San Mishuno Stall

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Early Access "Gourmet" and "Restaurateur" December 2

Early Access "Taster" on December 9

🔓Public release on December 23

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simersims4 · 22 days

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Друзья (friends)

Часть 2 (Part 2)

До окончания конкурса мы пили, смеялись, общались и не думали о завтра. Через несколько часов подбивши результаты нам огласили что победителем стал я. Для меня был шок, судя по всему у друзей тоже был шок не меньше моего. Забрав приз в 500 симолеонов. Еще какое то время мы провели вместе и разошлись по домам. Придя домой, раздевшись я лег в кровать. Но уснуть не смог, в голове вертелась девушка, которая не давала покоя моему взгляду. Весь вечер я любовался ей. Её волосы подкрученные, улыбка, взгляд такой нежный и мягкий, её серо-зеленые глаза. Еще не много поразмышляв, я провалился в сон. 💤

Until the end of the competition, we drank, laughed, talked and did not think about tomorrow. A few hours later, after compiling the results, they announced to us that I was the winner. It was a shock for me, apparently my friends were also in shock no less than me. Taking a prize of 500 Simoleons. We spent some more time together and went home. Arriving home, I undressed and went to bed. But I couldn’t sleep, there was a girl spinning in my head, who haunted my gaze. I admired her all evening. Her hair is curled, her smile, her gaze is so gentle and soft, her gray-green eyes. Without thinking much, I fell asleep. 💤

#sims 4 #sims 4 poses #sims 4 mods #sims4 dynasties #sims4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #love #sims 4 karaoke #sims 4 friends #sims 4 alcohol

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cinamun · 13 days

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2:25 am

#its all fun and games until the alcohol hits the blood stream #ts4 #extras #ts4 screenshots #ts4 edits #sims 4

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castawavy · 19 days

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he should be at the club

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #valley save #vsgen1 #s: dallas #tw alcohol mention

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thebramblewood · 8 months

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Helena's final semester of college isn't ending on the high note she planned. (Little does she know, the fun is only just beginning...)

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 story #story: hzid #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 edit #i wanted to sort of mirror the beginning of semester post #anyway our girl is going THROUGH IT #this will go down as the craziest week of her life #cw alcohol #drinking tw #helena zhao

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mysticmoon-s · 1 year

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#ts4 #cw alcohol #the sims 4 #ts4 legacy #sims legacy #Rowan Finch #Finch legacy #finch1 #Milo Jones #Billie #Alana #Ren #Yuto #Jermain #Leanne #cw smoking

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folkbreeze · 3 months

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country music playing in the background

#uh oh... wdym “last time”#sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #simblr #sims 4 legacy #*farlands legacy #*farlands gen 1 #*sladen #tw alcohol

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blackfern · 3 months

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loser buys the next round!

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims #ts4 edit #the sims 4 edit #sims edit #grumbling about the quality of this once i compressed it to upload it to tumblr but i guess it does kinda look like a grainy film #grumble grumble #anyway shoutout to utopya-cc for the functional pool table the animations for it are smooth as fuck #alcohol cw #gif cw

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goldenwaves · 1 year

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miss oranje disco dancer

#i think about her so much #klaasje amandou #disco elysium #ts4 #sims 4 #i am aware i am creatively broke and all i do is headshots of women but heres another one #finished disco elysium and immediately devoured every fic in the f/f category on ao3 there might only be 40 fics there but i treasure them #shoutout to women who are 28 year old alcoholic international spies who already regret and feel immense sorrow about their life #ts4 edit

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applesaucesims · 4 months

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It was quite late already, when Emma came home from a long day at the studio. She had only just arrived, when suddenly, she heard the baby crying upstairs. Quickly, she went to check on him, only to find him all alone in his room, when Niall was supposed to be looking after him.

The dull sound of glass falling onto carpet followed by a louder thump drew her attention away for a moment, unsure what just happened in the other room. With Louis in her arms, Emma made her way next door, where she found her husband trying to pick himself off the floor. It seemed as though he tripped and fell, while holding a glass and bottle in hand.

In hopes of offering some comfort, Emma sat down next to a quietly sobbing Niall. To him, however, any sign of comfort was still far away. He had been on edge for days, maybe weeks at this point, only calming down the slightest amount when numbing his brain with alcohol. Now, there was no excuse to keep that from his wife any longer. And while Emma was not exactly able to understand the way he felt and why, she would do anything to help him, since he clearly had trouble all by himself.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Louis: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Emma: "Louis? It's okay sweetheart. Your mummy's here. But where's your father gone?"

*faint crash*

Niall: "Ugh... what the-"

Emma: "Niall!? Are you alright? What happened?"

Niall: "I- I don't know."

Niall: "I- ouch... I was just getting a refill and then I fell."

Emma: "Louis was crying when I came home."

Niall: "I know! But I was gone for a minute, I swear! I just cannot stand that noise!"

Niall: "Gosh, Emma, I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do anymore."

Emma: "What do you mean?"

Niall: "Everything feels like it's too much for me these days."

Niall: "I love our son, I really do! But when I look at him, I see my life going on without me. And then I just want to crawl into bed, hide away from it all. The alcohol helps drown it all out, but it makes me feel worse afterward."

Niall: "I feel so hopeless, Emma!"

Emma: "Oh, sweetheart, don't say such things!"

Niall: "What else am I supposed to do? Everything seems to be going wrong."

Emma: "We'll figure out a way through this. Together."

#alcoholism tw #postnatal depression tw #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #1930s #emma jones #niall mcgregor #louis mcgregor #too bad therapy wasn't very common at the time oh well #ignore that the curtains are invisible i had a graphic glitch at the time and was too lazy to restart the game

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seafoan · 7 months

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catch up after work

prev. [beginning] next.

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #v reboot #jeong legacy g1 #s: venessa #s: victor #tw alcohol #tw alcohol mention

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somik-severinka · 1 year

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Functional Rum and Amaretto

Amaretto:

Rum:

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Drinks have their own buffs and moods

Compatible with the Basemental mod (if you want to have the effect of intoxication from drinks)

While drinking, the sim will have a little motive😀 fun and the existing buffs of stress, sadness, anger, fear, boredom and discomfort will disintegrate faster

🕓🔻

Early Access "Gourmet" and "Restaurateur" January 26

Early Access "Taster" on February 2

🔓Public release on February 16

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simersims4 · 23 days

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Друзья (Friends)

Часть 1 (Part 1)

Не много придя в себя после стольких новостей. Мы с друзьями решили собраться в караоке. Написав в чате который мы создали не давно.

Гидеон, Эмили, Кармин, Александр, Пирс..

Собравшись вечером все вместе, пройдя к бару, мы заказали коктейль и стали выпивать, затем каждый из нас решил попеть. Мы с Эмили взяв в руки микрофон стали петь. Зажигали. Бурлящий в нас алкоголь🍸 требовал продолжения. Но в какой то момент был объявлен конкурс на лучшее пение. Я принял участие один из первых. Каждый с друзей хотел поучаствовать, ведь на кону стоял денежный приз. 🏆 💴

От лица автора:

АВТОР ПРОТИВ УПОТРЕБЛЕНИЯ АЛКОГОЛЯ.. И ВАМ НЕ СОВЕТУЮ…

Not having recovered much after so much news. My friends and I decided to get together for karaoke. By writing in the chat we created not long ago.

Gideon, Emily, Carmine, Alexander, Pierce...

Having gathered together in the evening, we went to the bar, ordered a cocktail and began to drink, then each of us decided to sing. Emily and I picked up the microphone and began to sing. They lit it up. The alcohol bubbling inside us demanded continuation. But at some point a competition was announced for the best singing. I was one of the first to take part. Everyone from their friends wanted to participate, because there was a cash prize at stake. 🏆 💴

On behalf of the author:

THE AUTHOR IS AGAINST ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION.. AND I DO NOT ADVISE YOU...

#sims 4 #sims 4 poses #sims 4 mods #sims4 dynasties #sims4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #love #sims 4 karaoke #sims 4 friends #sims 4 alcohol

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aheathen-conceivably · 10 months

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🎶 When the Music’s Over 🎶

After Zelda left, Antoine had opened the club on his own just as he had promised. But after a few weeks, the officers had come back to demand double the cut they were already receiving. Why shouldn’t they? It had worked twice before; they knew he was bleeding out, and like sharks, they wouldn’t stop circling him until he was dead or in prison.

So the next morning he drew every curtain in the building, locked the door, and started drinking. There was an endless supply of alcohol in the club, and Jo kept coming every few days to bring him food and water, so he had no reason to leave the confines of his self-imposed prison.

Each time she saw his worsening state, Josephine would try and coax him out of his stupor, Come outside with me Antoine. Just open the club, I’ll stay here to help. I promise, it will be okay; we’ll make it work. No son, I said there, behind the screen, you don’t want to frighten anyone, do you?

Shit. Had Jo really said that last one? Or was it his mother? God he needed to stop drinking. But why stop? His mother was no worse than those cops, or the sickening guilt eating at every fiber of his being that he had let Zelda go alone.

So he reached for the whiskey to refill his glass. Only as his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle he thought better of it. Yes the whole bottle. Even easier.

Later, as night fell into day or perhaps day fell into night, Antoine groggily awoke with his head on a tablecloth that smelled of champagne and cigarette smoke. He could swear that he heard a noise on the other side of the curtain, the quiet rustle of a lady’s skirt as it disappeared into the hidden corners of the brothel with the shadowy figure of a man.

He lifted his head from the table to grab the bottle of liquor. Empty. Shit.

His world began to spin and the shadows grew into grotesque caricatures. Suddenly the rustling sounds from behind the curtains danced closer to him, obfuscating anything else in his mind.

They danced around him, stroking his face and promising comfort and familiarity as their voices rose into a crescendo, Such a pretty boy, Delphine. I mean really, must he hide behind that screen? Oh look at him. Even more beautiful than his sister, if you ask me. Come on, Antoine, just play us one more song. One song and then we’ll let you dance with us. We’ll even go upstairs with you Antoine, come on. Just play for us.

Their jasmine perfume permeated the club, cutting through the cigarette smoke. The tinkling of the beadwork on their dresses mingled with their laughs, overtaking the sound of lace gloves as they brushed against skin or the heavy silk of a dress as it fell to the floor. Still they came closer and closer, pulling him in deeper, taunting him. One more drink, Antoine. One more song. Then you can come upstairs with us, come on, just play for us.

Each of them the shadow of a woman who once roamed these halls, now nothing but phantoms around him. He brushed them away angrily, their disappointed sighs dissipating into the silence. Then he heard a nearly silent tsk, the one that his mother made when someone had offended her.

Antoine stood, searching for the one person who was capable of injecting a single syllable with so much judgement and emotion.

“Mother…?”

Again the tsk, rising and falling in octave as though she were shaking her head as she made the sound. He spun around furiously, “Mother, I know that you’re there! What do you want, huh? You want me to keep doing this? Breaking my back just to keep the doors open? Hiding away my family just to stay in this damned place? I should be there with Zelda, damn you! Damn you for this place, for your phantoms, for your memories!”

No sound, no response. Not even the ladies laughter or the near silent judgement of his mother that had lived in his mind ever since her death. Just silence.

Antoine grabbed his empty whiskey bottle, resigned that he was alone, the ghosts only in his mind. As he tried to bring it to his lips it clattered to the ground and he fell to his knees along with it.

He pulled the bottle close to himself, addressing the phantoms who were no longer there, “You don’t give a damn, do you? Well I don’t give a damn, anymore. I’m tired, so tired. So tired of being here, so tired of trying to impress you, just so tired….”

Then he laid on his back to let the world go dark, to let the whiskey lull him into yet another disjointed sleep. As his eyes fluttered shut, Jo returned back into the room after leaving moments before to grab him a glass of water. She found him lying there, completely immobile and seemingly unrousable.

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#1929 #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #the darlingtons #1920s #tw alcoholism #tw alcohol #antoine duplanchier #josephine duplanchier

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castawavy · 5 months

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arun invited stephen to the spice festival, and june tagged along so stephen bought her a drink, and everyone got to know eachother 🥰

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#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #s: stephen #s: june #s: raj #s: arun #tw smoking #tw alcohol #I hate writing long captions sorry but lots happened #november save

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igglemouse · 2 months

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The sun cast its golden hue over my new town of Oasis Springs as it brought in the hopes of a new day. The simoleons from yesterday a reminder of my success and also what might be possible for me here.

But while I considered my last food sale a financial success it was certainly a failure socially. My mystery guy did not stop by which had me wondering if perhaps I had failed my first impression. Maybe that's not it? Perhaps the waffles left a lingering ill taste on his lips and he's decided my little offerings are just not enough?

Or...maybe he's taken?

I chomp down on my waffle with that thought bouncing through my head. That was far more likely, wasn't it? He was very handsome and I could tell he was brimming with confidence, the odds of a man like that being single? Very very low.

Later in the day, after a shower and some cleaning, my phone rings and it is someone I've met through my food stand but it's not the person I hope. It's Daniella, the girl I met yesterday who came by a little too late for a plate.

After introductions she tells me that she wishes to be my guide for the city. Hinting and teasing at private parties that she can drag me into and perhaps I'm far too eager to tell her I'm down for it because the mysterious tone she takes on after that kind of worries me.

Honestly, I was just being nice. A girl needs friends, doesn't she?

I head outside and set up. Calling out the usual. Waffles, tortillas, brownies, three dishes that were becoming an early staple of mines.

If only the air wasn't different. Less hurried, less eager, and less people. Perhaps it was too dry and just a little too hot but the result? Ninety-six simoleons.

The weight of my daily gains was both light and heavy. I didn't quite reach my goal but I was thankful for every simoleon made. It was a reminder that success would not be achieved in a straight line and that there would be ups and downs along the way.

The sizzle of my pan brings me solace and a promise of a future to come. The simoleons will be there. I'll work hard, I'll learn a new recipe every day, I'll get better and better to where my skills cannot be declined.

I am a student of flavor and my latest design, simple sliders, are sure to help me have my best day. After all, they are small, easy to plate, and even easier to eat. Perfect dish for a food stall, someone can drop their simoleons off on the table and take one to go. If only they are good.

I take a bite, letting the flavors dance around in my mouth. When it comes to any sandwich it's about creating the perfect mix of meat, bread, veggies, and condiments and I think I've hit the spot. It's a small confirmation of my work but not the final one. That test will come with my customers, of course.

The day stretched on with the promise of little which was expected. I figured I would sit down and find something to eat. Maybe even go to a bookstore and pick up recipe books? Something like that, have a quiet night in and prepare for tomorrow.

The ping of my phone presented another idea. The gym. With the curious man whose been lingering on my mind. When he asks I tell him maybe but we all know my curiosity and quite frankly my desire to see him again will not allow me to decline this invitation.

I'm just surprised he was able to find my number?

When I arrived at the gym I wondered how I had ever missed it. It stood large and looming over the busy street, the other businesses clearly benefitting from the crowd that it drew.

Once inside I met our mystery guy and he wasted little time leading me upstairs, claiming that a session would begin soon and he did not have time to waste.

The session? Yoga.

Fortunately, the class was small. Two others, including him, and he of course took a mat behind me. I laughed inwardly but a man will be a man I suppose? If he's going to admire the female form then I suppose I'd rather it be mines than the girl next to him at least.

Either way, the session starts and reluctantly and clumsily I follow the instructor. She starts with easier poses of course. Breathing exercises, she called them, which were more about relaxing and finding your mental center.

Eventually she would move on to more difficult ones. Stretching out legs and balancing on one foot. Nothing impossible for a beginner but I do think we both looked like fools trying to keep up.

We end on the flat of our backs, eyes closed, and letting our muscles find their natural states. Yoga is a lot harder than it looks but I admit it does feel very rewarding? Perhaps it is something I could get into? Especially if our mystery man is into it...

When I first step foot in this gym my first thought was how chilly it was inside. I almost wondered if I should have brought a coat! Now, I'm thankful for it, the cool air was far more welcome after our little workout and I was thankful that it kept my brow from glistening with any sweat as Pascal (that's his name by the way, so no longer a mystery guy to me) pulled me over for a conversation. A 'get to know each other' conversation, by the way, and thankfully in Selvadoradian so that saves him having to hear my terrible accent.

"So why this?" I ask. "Why yoga?"

"Orders of the captain," he says casually, as if I'm supposed to know what that means. Is he a sailor or... "He says it helps with the flexibility, prevents injuries, and helps with mental focus. All important on the field."

The field? I was still confused until I thought on it a moment longer. He's talking about a sport.

"I kick a ball for a living," he assists, that confident tone of his pulling me in closer.

So this is who I sat across from, Pascal Alcocer, a name that in itself seemed to carry a significance to it. At least to him. To me it was but another name. I think he liked that, he liked that I was ignorant of who he was. Perhaps it's why he's interested in me.

"You've never heard of me? Truly?" he seems sincerely confused. I just stare at him and shake my head. Revealing that I'm really no big fan of sports ball. Oh, don't get me wrong, fútbol as it is called back home is massive but it simply never pulled me in. It's just a bunch of people kicking a ball around in the end.

"I'm sorry," suddenly I feel ignorant. Here is this great athlete, presumably, setting out time to get to know me because he feels like I should already know him. "I just don't watch-"

"No! Please! Frida, is it?" I nod and bite down on my lip, my name seemed to slip so naturally from his lips. "It's refreshing, actually."

I am sure it is. If he's a big time athlete I can imagine he has women buzzing around him daily. Throwing themselves at him, begging for a moment of his attention and wanting a lot more. The more I think about it, the more I dislike it. Dating a man like this would be stressful, wouldn't it?

As I think about it he tells me more about himself. He's a young player with a lot of promise, a 'midfielder', he tells me. That word is filled with pride. I have no idea what it means but I can tell just by how he says it that its a special role on the team, perhaps like that of a sous chef? Either way, he says he plays for Oasis FC which again has little meaning to me beyond the fact that he plays for a professional team but he assures me he's not the big deal some make him out to be.

"I still have lots to prove. I don't quite have that big contract yet but everyone thinks it's a matter of time," he leans back as he says this, realizing that he's spent most of the time talking.

"Sounds like a lot of pressure," I say finally.

He gives me a stern nod and waves away that thought entirely. "I'd rather have the expectations to be great than be regarded as a failure...so, what about you?"

"Oh," where do I go from there? "I just opened up a stall and hope to see where it goes?" Watcher that sounds so lame in comparison. "I just enjoy cooking I guess and-"

"You are adorable, do you know that?"

Well that has me chewing on my lip again and has my face feeling a little warm.

"I-I like you too..."

I find the comfort of a bar soon after, too restless to head home and needing a drink to think on the night I've had with Pascal. First impression? I was impressed.

Sure, the man was so full of confidence that it was bordering on cockiness but I have a feeling that it takes pure arrogance to become a professional athlete.

It was also very clear that was into me. After all, he sought out my number and invited me to a gym and made sure he had a good look of me. Should that make me happy or should I worry that he's a teeny bit pervy?

I don't know. The good thing about a drink is that it allows me to not overthink any of what happened and look forward to seeing him again which, according to him, will be sometime tomorrow...

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