Sunday 30 November 2014

Temp Post of BC Finale!









This time as Sailor hears the hum of an approaching vehicle it's a smile not a grimace that crosses her face.

The tall frame which steps out of the car is visibly shaking and as Midnight makes his was across the grass Sailor has to stop herself from running and throwing herself at him.

Midnight: Hey Sailor.

Sailor: Hi...

Midnight: You look unbelievable. I literally can't even speak right now. Please just-

Sailor: Midnight... The day you came in my front door was a crazy day and you were one of the craziest parts. I didn't understand you, didn't know what to do with you. If you had asked me then I would never have put a penny on us standing here today.

But you didn't let it go when I called you out. You came back at me with reasons and good grace and you showed me how wrong I was. In a scenario where I had all the power you didn't let me walk on you, you cared enough to stand up to me. And you became my friend.

My best friend.

But that wasn't enough for you. You knew what you wanted and even as I chased other people and took you for granted you stood by me, you showed me what it really means to love someone, to give yourself to them whether they deserve it or not, whether they reciprocate or not.

And today is the day I finally saw that. The day I let go of all the things I had been clinging to because I understood them, because they made sense or matched up to what I had read about in books and seen in movies.

You don't make any sense and yet I understand you perfectly. You drive me mad but I find I enjoy the insanity. You make me look at myself and see both flaws and perfections that I didn't know were there.
You see me better than I see myself. 

And finally I can see you too. 

Today is the day I can stand here, heart racing like they said it would, palms sweaty like I read they would be and tell you that I love you.

Not the fluffy heart and rainbow kind of love I though I would find, but love that is built on friendship, on fun and understanding and pillow fights and disagreements and compromise.

Midnight... I love you. And I have one last rose to give out. I've made my choice but now you have one.
Will you accept this rose and me with it?

Midnight: I don't want the stupid flowers. I just want you!

You know how much I love you, now get over here before I start crying.

*and with a sweeping string section and birds and confetti and all that cliched romantic crap... Sailor has found her love!*

Wednesday 15 October 2014

Comment Carefully - An Open Letter to all Sim story readers

I want to start by making it clear that this is not my normal mode of response to a disagreement in blog comments, I'm usually content to go away and come back when it is over but on this occasion the incident has been playing in my mind all day and I decided I needed to say something.

Last evening I witnessed from afar the complete breakdown of a talented and considerate writer's confidence as a result of some quite unpleasant and melodramatic comments on a recent blog post. Some of you will know who I am talking about but if not I don't want to name them while they try and get back on their feet - my point while triggered by them is valid without exposing them to any more unwelcome attention.

The post in question dealt with the consummation of an arranged marriage, the encounter was not forced but the girl in question, the narrator, did express her discomfort before and after the act - but only to the reader, never to the husband. While personally I felt that the issue was handled with grace, careful thought and an even handedness at the conflicted thoughts and vulnerability of both parties there were those whose instant reaction was to cry "rape".

This in itself was not the problem. While I didn't read it this way there was certainly evidence to support such an opinion, evidence which the author carefully and considerately discussed with those who posted this reaction in the comments. She explained that she had not intended it that way, that both parties felt a sense of duty and really were both victims of the situation, calmly putting her point across and never once trying to pass the incident off as okay.

What she tried to do was talk about the situation - first with her writing and then with her discussions.

The result? After a barrage of unpleasantness the author has removed the story and put all of her other works on hiatus while she tries to process what has happened.

Who is the real victim in this situation?

A fictional character in an unpleasant and unresolved situation, who may well have seen justice done had the story continued?

Or a real person who had the balls to talk about something which is still all too common in the world and was torn apart by people's unkind and thoughtless words?

When we write stories we don't just put words in an order, we put a little of ourselves into each character. We use the lives we create to see things more clearly, to decide how we feel about things  and to talk about things that are perhaps too controversial to bring up over dinner. I can only imagine how awful it must be to have people hijack your character and use it to prove a point that was never one you were making. Using your own words to say something that you quite simply don't think by infusing them with their own interpretation and violence of opinion.

In the world of book publishing an author will have a wall of protection around them, agents and editors who can protect against the most extreme cases of this but online an author is frighteningly exposed. Web authors are often honing their craft, they are bound to make mistakes and spark debates and if they are unfortunate enough to attract attention from people with a point to prove there is nothing between them and the person making the accusation. Whatever you decide to say goes straight to the person who put that story out into the world.

Of course this freedom of expression is part of the beauty of the internet, opinions can be formed and changed, arguments had and agreements reached. The discussions it allows are the perfect forum for us to talk about things which concern us but only when used with thought and a reasonable mind, a level of trust, goodwill and respect between author and reader.

Authors shouldn't be posting any old crap, they shouldn't be condoning illegal behaviour and they shouldn't disregard the feelings of their readers.

But these readers have a responsibility too. React, but don't overreact, ask a question before you make an accusation. Try and consider where the writer and other commenters may be coming from, debate don't decimate. And listen. If you have an opinion and the author comes back with a response to your reaction then consider its merits, you dont have to agree but dont just keep saying the same thing over and over as if they never responded.

You as the reader have the right and the power to interpret but you don't have the right to put words in somebody's mouth, in this case the author's - that is actually in a sense forcing yourself upon them. Which brings me back to the issue at hand.

Is domestic rape terrible and frighteningly common? Yes. No question.

Is a story an appropriate place to examine the boundaries of consensual and non-consensual sex (or other controversial topic)? Again I say yes. For most of use we don't have a forum to start this kind of debate, we don't make or enforce  the laws so the best thing we can possibly do is raise awareness and educate ourselves. Maybe one day we'll be in a position to do something more than talk and I sure as hell want to be ready

Did the author in question write a scene condoning domestic rape? Absolutely not.
She wrote a scene which presented a sexual relationship fraught with uncertainty and hidden feelings. You could judge it as non-consensual, in much the way that many arranged marriages in the days before sex education probably involved non-consensual sex (after all how can you consent to what you don't understand), but she never said it was acceptable. If anything the opposite was true, it  was a moral quandary I'm sure would have been discussed thoughtfully and fairly as the story continued, the author's track record for handling controversial topics with dignity is (in my opinion) second to none in the Sims community.

But now she wont have that chance. Harsh and throwaway words have stalled that discussion, damaged her confidence and, if her update and apology are anything to go by, have caused some pretty serious personal issues.

In my eyes this is the real tragedy. Somebody who freely gave their time to entertain and inform the community has been taken out of the running by reactions thrown back at her in a few inconsiderate comments.

So I'm asking anyone reading this to take a moment before you press that comment button. I don't want you to bite your tongue, share your opinions, shout them from the rooftops, start a revolution - all of these things are exactly what a writer hopes their writing will inspire - but exercise the courtesy you would if the author was in the room with you.

Give them the benefit of the doubt, moderate your language and argue intelligently.

While saying, 'I can't really say I enjoyed this chapter, the sex scene made me super uncomfortable... it seemed borderline rape to me. I hope you will address this further' opens a dialogue, invites discussion AND makes your opinions clear; 'OMG that sick fucker I can't believe anyone would do that I hope he rots in hell forever its all he deserves ' only really succeeds making noise. It's not an opinion which canbe discussed or responded to and the only person who gets any satisfaction or value from it is the person posting it.

So take a moment.

Take ownership and authorship of your opinions and your comments. They are what you are the author of. They are of your creation.

Make sure you would stand behind them with pride if they were presented to you in real life.

Don't use them to destroy.

Saturday 27 September 2014

Hunter Peacock - Showcase thread

Hey gorgeous,the names Peacock. Hunter Peacock. What's your poison? (Everyday)

 I caught you a butterfly - it's beautiful just like you. ;)

 Stylin it out as the club closes - who wants to come home and party with me? (Formal)

 It's hard work being this beautiful (Athletic)
 Wanna come swim with me darlin?
 Yes - I wake up looking this good! (Sleepwear)

 The weather is cold but I'm still hot!

Friday 26 September 2014

Peacock Cottage (Studio)

Peacock Cottage is a topsy-turvy studio bachelor pad for the bachelor playboy, Hunter Peacock. It has been designed for a berry completition run by Mmdrgntbldrgn on the Sims Forum.

Peacock Cottage is inspired by the shape of the tail and colours of a peacock also considering the needs of its immature and self-centred owner. It is boldly coloured, modern, minimalist and sleek.

The ground floor consists of a kitchen dining area, a well appointed bathroom and a large bedroom outfitted with less traditional features including a bar. Hunter believes a man should never be further than 12 feet from a cold beer, even when in bed! The rest of the comments are from Hunter's POV so excuse the fact that I sound like a snobby, immature party boy! Also confusingly the sim in the pics is not Hunter!


Upstairs is a man cave and a balcony from which a gentleman who is ready to mingle can survey the passers by whilst enjoying a BBQ and a game of beer pong with his buddies.



The landscaping is rugged (it's literally a rockery!) and features a massive hot tub outback for pool parties. Clothes optional though!



 Hot babes are the only heat needed in this kitchen! And there's plenty room for a keg.

 Out  of beer again dammit!
 Juice? Who even drinks juice any more? So gross.

 Gotta go find beer and honeys!

 Thwarted again - don't the ladies in this town know what they're missing. Just me and my lava lamp!

 Damn  boy - lookin' good!
 Sexy and I know it!
 It's a bathroom. Whatever.

 BBQ time!

 I wonder when the boys are here - this TV show is whack!


Saturday 20 September 2014

The Navajo family - Inhabitants of Chiffon Cottage

This is a showcase thread for the demure yet dysfunctional Navajo family - you can find out more about them by reading about their home Chiffon Cottage here.

The Navajos are CC-free and available to download here!



The Members

Maize Navajo: This tenured professor and academic author might look like the perfect family man but really he only married as it was a requirement of his inheritance and he needed a housekeeper. He much prefers the company of his colleagues to his wife and really could care less about their daughter. All Maize wants is a quiet life and for people to see how superior he is to them in every way.

Traits - Genius, Bookworm, Coward, Dislikes Children, Snob.
Lifetime Wish - Professional Author
Favourites - Yellow, Mac & Cheese, Classical

Olive Navajo: Born in to a green family with more kid than they knew what to do with Olive saw marrying the well-respected and slightly older Maize as a ticket out of her crowded working class life. Little did she know she was moving from one cleaning job to another. In the stiflingly traditional confines of Chiffon Cottage Olive whiles away her days cooking and cleaning, caring for her daughter and trying to get over her husband's indifference to her. Olive always dreamed of kids of her own but as its clear Citrine will be an only child she dotes on her, the pair escaping to the garden whenever they can.

Traits - Family Oriented, Neat, Perfectionist, Green Thumb, Over Emotional
Lifetime Wish - Perfect Garden
Favourites - Green, Autumn Salad, French

Citrine Navajo: Little Citrine spends most of her time either with her mother avoiding her father or hiding and making believe in her tower bedroom. She dreams of a handsom knight coming and stealing her and her mom away and occasionally of her dad vanishing. Citrine likes to play music butis only allowed to do it when her dad isnt working... which is never. She also hates yellow.

Traits - Virtuoso, Absent Minded, Shy.
Lifetime Wish - To grow up and move out!
Favourites - Pink, Spaghetti, Kids

The Outfits (in scenes from their life!)

Everyday (at their annual family portrait shoot)



Formal (Dinner time is strictly observed)



Sleepwear ("You're reading too loudly!)



Athletic (We all have our place in the world)



Swimwear (Quick! While he isn't looking Mom!)



Outerwear (Just the two of us... and him.)


Thursday 18 September 2014

Chiffon Cottage for a Rainbow Competition

This is a showcase post for an entry for a competition for Rainbow builds and sims hosted by @Mmdrgntobldrgn. My entry is a CC free adaptation of a build from my berrified Twinberry, Tayberry Brooks.

You can download Chiffon Cottage from the exchange by following this link.

Here's a pic of Tayberry Brooks that I love to get started and then I'll get specific! You can find more picture of the town and its inhabitants here on Colourcaste.










The models used are not the family described which is still being de-cced but instead characters from my long-running story the Monroe Legacy including current heir Lillia (the blonde). You can read about them by clicking here.

Chiffon Cottage (3br, 2ba)


Chiffon Cottage is a Victorian influenced compact family home on a 30 x 30 lot. Designed for the prim and proper Navajo family it features slightly dated but high quality furnishings. The house is over three floors and has been in the family of patriach Maize Navajo for four generations.


The ground floor features a hallway leading directly to a good-sized kitchen, with a spacious and beautifully light study to the left and access via an archway to a living-dining space, washroom and utility room.


























Upstairs a large landing gives access to the master bedroom with dressing area and attached balcony, the family bathroom, a back bedroom with loft bed and study area and the small but quirky tower bedroom.

The third floor comprises the upper portion of the tower bedroom and is accessible only by the from the room below.


























The house is surrounded by prim and immaculately landscaped grounds, the domain of Olive Navajo, a green who became yellow by marriage and is only really allowed the garden to express her heritage for fear of embarassing Maize in front of his academic friends.


























From the moment you pass the glossy yellow front door you can tell you are in the home of sims of class... or so Maize Navajo likes to tell himself. His dull wife Olive would like to include more green in their home of ten years but why mess with furnishings that have impressed for generations?

























Maize prefers to spend time in his study where he can lose himself in books and avoid the depressed look of his otherwise immaculate wife and the quiet unhappiness of their seven-year-old daughter Citrine.


























The study is light and luxurious, full of books and journals, contains the houses only computer and best of all the door locks!

























While Maize is in the study Olive is usually cleaning or cooking in the kitchen, he gets mad if she stays out in the garden when he's home. Olive wishes the kitchen was a little more up to date, Maize wont even pay for a dishwasher though, saying he doesn't trust a machine to do such a good job as a housekeeper. Olive wants to point out that she isn't his housekeeper but that kind of thing rarely goes down well, so she just sits in the lumpy antique chair with a recipe books and tries to look like she's not wondering when Maize will leave so she can get outside.

























The only time the family spends together is meal times which are strictly observed and served in the traditionally appointed dining room.



























Fancifully dubbed a living/dining room the living are consists of a single stiffly stuffed sofa in an alcove. This suits the Navajo  family fine as there not enough seats for them all to be forced to spend any more time together.

























The master bedroom features one of the few touches of green that Maize couldn't get rid of, the expensive European sleigh bed was a wedding gift and its' green leather insert niggles him constantly.






















As a result after working late (most nights) he often goes and sleeps in his childhood bedroom. The loft bed might not be too comfortable but it is infinitely preferable to the chilly presence of his wife (or worse yet any attempts she makes to grow their family - one child is more than enough!)


























The child in question, Citrine is attractive enough but spends 95% of her time alone. Worse still she seem prone to flights of fancy rather than proper academic application. Maize blames Olive for this, especially since she bought the girl a guitar to let her indulge her dream of being a musician rather than something more lucrative like medicine or law.






















Worse still she has all her mother's tatty old toys up in her tower top sanctuary and spends hours making believe. At seven she really should have a better grasp on reality.



























Extra pictures

Hall view of dining room


























Upstairs bathroom

























 Shot through whole downstairs



























Winter shot!