Tentative Rejoicing

Good news on the horizon? Don’t get too excited yet.

Don’t freak out or get overly excited yet … but I have some tentative good news.

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My game appears to be working again.

I back up my entire system every month.  So I decided to pull a radical move and restore the backup from October just to see what might happen.

Now, let us not forget that the last time I did a full restore my restored system was corrupt and we got a coma dream.  However, Violet seems to be at uni in a working game.  I’ve saved 4 times and no crashes (yet).  I’m even noticing some things working that were broken before so that’s also good news.

Don’t take this post as an “ETERNALLY YOURS IS COMING BACK” announcement.  It’s merely an update to say don’t lose all hope yet.

I Guess This Is Goodbye

Welp.

Dear Friends and Followers,

I’ve been sitting here with this draft open for nearly an hour, unsure what to do.  After careful consideration and with a very heavy heart, I must announce the end of Eternally Yours.

Many of you follow me on Facebook and know that I have been struggling with my save file.  It started on Sunday with Violet’s college save.  I was unable to fix the corruption, so I reverted to an older, clean save from when the girls were teens — that one failed last night.  Today I have removed my Mods folder, my SavedSims folder, I have cleared my cache, I have cleaned my save and wiped memories.  I even tried a vanilla game.

No luck.

This isn’t how I wanted to end things.  In fact, I had recently figured out exactly how I was going to end things, so of course this is what would happen.  The Sims is, after all, a game and suddenly that game isn’t fun anymore.  What good is spending 15 minutes setting up a scene or changing an outfit only to crash immediately after?

And so here we are.  I’m out of options.  I could recreate the story in Sims 4 but I really, really, really don’t want to start over.  I’ve done that too many times.  At some point in the future, when I have more time and patience, I may return to this but right now I just need to step away.  I am toying with the idea of purely text posts because there is so much story left to tell.  I’m just a little raw at the moment and therefore I cannot give you a clear view of what will happen next with this story.   I think it’s just time to call it.

I can promise one more queued post on Christmas, the annual Eternally Yours holiday card.  My game cooperated long enough for that and I refuse to waste it.

I am forever humbled and grateful for your support over the past four, nearly five, years.  This has been an amazing story to share with you and your enthusiasm as readers is incredible.  An author is nothing without readers and you, my friends, have been the greatest joy.

I am eternally yours,
SweetPoyzin

Chapter 5.5

Violet buckles down for the last couple weeks of the semester.

The housing situation finally became too much for me. How do people think this is ok? Crazy college kids. I really tried to hang on for the whole semester but finals were creeping up in two weeks and I just could not get my study on like this.

I was hopeful that I would be able to find a rental near campus this late in the semester. Luckily I was right. After a couple days of searching SimsList, I was able to find a tiny two-bedroom rental.

It wasn’t as close to campus as I had hoped for, but at least nobody would leave rotten food on the stove for days.

It was also a little rundown inside. That welcome mat isn’t lying. The neighbors do have better stuff — it probably matches too!

But I have my own bedroom AND a private bathroom! It’s worth every damn penny.

It does not, however, have a washer and dryer. So once a week I lug my laundry to the laundromat outside of campus. It sucks a little bit but then I come home to my clean kitchen and I remember how much suckier it could be.

It’s not all bad though. The laundromat has a game room and that’s where I met Manisha Kapoor. She’s this super cool chick getting a degree in physical education. She’s hoping to join the army one day. We really hit it off over our mutual love of foosball and clean things.

It wasn’t long before I called her and asked her to be my roomie!

After that, the last two weeks of the semester moved insanely fast. I felt like I never had enough sleep. It did lead to some classroom napping but not too much (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it).

The rest of my time was spent working on my final presentation. I had to design a marketing and communications plan for a local small business. 75% of my grade was based on this presentation.

I pulled a few all-nighters, including a poorly-timed all-nighter the night before my big performance. So I caught some Zzz’s in between my other exams.

Then naturally it started raining while I was running to make it to my presentation on time.

I aced the presentation regardless. The business loved my ideas and even offered to hire me next semester for work-study!

I got my final report card and I had a straight-A semester despite my early partying.

After 16 weeks of ramen, I ordered a pizza to celebrate my successes.  Then I started to pack up my tiny space so I could head home for the Christmas holidays.

Chapter 5.4

Welcome to Simbrook University!

Even though I knew I was going to Simbrook University, I still had to pass my entrance exams for my class placement and scholarship money.  I’d decided to major in Communications.  I had no real plans for what I wanted to be when I grew up and Communications sounded pretty easy.  I was bummed to find out I didn’t have enough credits from high school to graduate early but I was sure I could find a way to enjoy the extra time.

The only thing left to do was to actual graduate!  Yes, I did decide to forego the tradition cap and gown affair.  I felt the gown was enough.  I didn’t even want to go to graduation because I was leaving for Simbrook the same day.  Mom and Dad made me go but it’s whatever.

We got home and I changed super quickly.  I still had to finish packing!  Of course nobody else changed so they all looked like weirdos waving me off in their fancy gowns and suits.

After 2 days of driving, I finally made it to Simbrook University.  I was assigned to Worthington Hall, a prestigious name for a rather lame building.  More on that later.

Aw, I looked so hopeful as I walked into the building for the first time.  If only I knew what a hot mess that would turn out to be.

I arrived before my new roomie, she was coming later in the week.  I got to setup my side of the room however I wanted.  It wasn’t much, but it was mine.

Worthington is a co-ed dorm so I had male and female roommates.  I got right down to business and started making friends.  A lot of this involved drinking games!  That in and of itself was a huge adventure for me!

It did get a bit awkward because of my new roommates decided to make their attractions known immediately.  Unfortunately, the feelings weren’t always mutual.

Almost right away I started getting invites to parties!  I actually had to pick and choose what parties to attend!

I decided to go to a party at Boddington House, the biggest frat house on campus.  It was sure to be a hoppin’ gig.  The couch on the lawn and the pink flamingo really made me question my plans.

I started realized that I made the wrong choice by staying the dorms.  They had a dedicated TV room.  With a big screen TV.  Worthington only had a dinky black and white TV in the dining area!

AND THEY HAD A BAR AREA IN THE BASEMENT!  I know, I know.  I didn’t come to university to drink but still.

And the fact that everyone gets their own huge bedroom?  Ugh.

The only way to get over my mopey-ness was to start to party.  Kegstands.  Seemed like a great idea at the time.  The following morning though?  Yuck.

Then the bonfire started.  I decided to be a rebel and throw herbs into the fire.  Nana would be proud I think.  Mom…not so much.

And then I started to get a little frisky with the frat boys.  We’ll leave it at that.

I ended up back in my room around 4 in the morning.  Sadly, my roommate had to be up and at work by 5 a.m.  Normally, this wouldn’t have been a problem but this morning…

…her bed decided to eat her.

After much screaming and flailing, the bed released her.  Of course by that time I was wide awake and hungover.  I decided to go downstairs for some eggs and coffee.

But my roommates had left their rotten food everywhere rather than put it in the dishwasher.  Note the location of that godforsaken dishwasher.

I went down to the local coffeeshop to get a latte and I came back to lots of firetrucks.  Yep, they set the whole damn kitchen on fire.  I’m only a week into the semester.  I’m gonna need to look for on-campus apartments.

SweetPoyzin’s Master Custom Content List

It’s the holiday season so here are some of my “favorite things” in TS3!

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I get asked here and on Tumblr where I get various bits of CC.  We all know I’m a clutterwhore and I don’t always remember where I find the goodies that always make appearances in my stories, builds, and sims.  I have a “list” for some stuff but it was woefully out of date.

After releasing my Industrial Comforts build I realized that I have a stupid large amount of custom content (CC) in my game.  I’ve decided to catalog what I download here WHEN I DOWNLOAD IT (read that again, self) because that will just make things easier for everyone  especially for me when my computer dies from too much CC.

Without further ado, SweetPoyzin’s Master Custom Content List for Build/Buy Mode.

Side note: New chapter comes out next week!

 


*Disclaimer: This list is for SIMS 3 ONLY*

Build Mode

Living Room Sets

Kitchen Sets

Dining Room Sets

Office Sets

Bathroom Sets

Bedroom Sets

Nursery Sets

Wall Decor

Random Clutter (God help us)

Rugs

Lamps

Other Miscellaneous

Outdoor Stuff

Cars

Patterns

Creators

Chapter 5.3

Break-ups and birthdays.

Museums are great places to reflect.  At least they work for me.

Just me, some art, and my thoughts.

Oh, and Lucifer.  I invited him here today because I had some reflecting to do.

“I think we should break up.”  No point beating around the bush.

“What?  Why?  When did you decide this?”

“I’m going away to college in two weeks.  I just don’t think we should tie each other down when we are so far apart.”

“So basically you want to screw other guys.”

“Wow, way to cast me as the slut when we haven’t even done it yet.”

“That’s not what I meant, Vi.  But if you want to break up, fine.  I’ll be waiting for you when you eventually work out your issues.”

“Luce!  Ugh.  Whatever.”

We sat around in silence for a bit.  When you’ve been friends with someone since you were 7, it’s weird to dump them.  We didn’t know quite what to do after that.

So we went back to my house to have a going away party of sorts.  Lucifer brought out his guitar and played some of his new music while Bee and I danced and kicked the soccer ball around a bit.

“You guys!  This is our last night together!  This is like the saddest thing ever!”  Bee always was the emotional one.

“Get it together, Bee.  I’m not leaving for two weeks!”

“It’s just not going to be the same, knowing all this is ending!”

“Jesus Christ!  Nothing is ending!  Will you stop!?”

“It will be different, that’s for sure,” Lucifer chimed in while tuning his guitar.

“Different isn’t bad, you guys!  It’s just different.”

“I just feel like this will be a bad different, Vi.  Things are gonna change and it’s gonna be bad.”  Bee was really fretting over something.  She was annoying the shit out of me though.

“Ugh.  Whatever.”


Sometimes, life moves so fast that by the time you slow down to look around, everything has changed.  As I stood there with my birthday cake, on the verge of my own adulthood, I realized I was at one of those time-warp moments.

Mom had finally gone back to her natural hair color, but now her black hair was shot-through with gray.  Dad suddenly had wrinkles.  Nana’s hair, once gray, is stark white now.  She’s nearing 90.

Bee is also nearing adulthood but more on her later.  Just ignore Hadley.  She’s either going through a phase or is just stupid.  Well, same thing really.  Point being, Hadley is weird these days.

Ah, well, no turning back now.  Time to make a wish.

I want so many things from my future.  Success.  Fortune.  Love I guess.  Maybe a family.  Who knows what’s to come.  Ok.  Gotta make a wish.

I blew out the candles and before I knew it…

…I was all grown up!

Since Bee and I are so close in age, we decided to share a birthday this year so that I wouldn’t miss out while I was away at school.

I don’t know what she wished for, but I hope it comes true.

Side Stories: The Kid with the Melting Problem

More fun with the crew from Eternally Yours!

If you’re wondering why the girls didn’t have any proper prom photos with their dates…

The poor Cohen boy had an issue with a collapsing spine for awhile.  He’s since worked out his issues but it made for some exciting photos.

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He aged up normally (I guess — he’s not in my household so I had no control on that).  However, he kept collapsing in on himself.  If you went to talk to him though, he’d pop right back to normal size.

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Here he is next to his brother and Dani.

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He was supposed to go to prom with Bee but he seems to have missed the limo.

Chapter 5.2

It’s prom night!

Note from SweetPoyzin: Adult content

So if I have learned anything in high school it is this: there is so much homework.  Bee and I spend hours just on homework.  And when we are finished with our homework?

We do more homework.

It’s the worst thing ever.  However, we’re both honor roll students so you know, there’s that.  Still, all that homework is a nightmare.


Thank goodness the end of the school year was approaching.  Of course, that also meant prom was coming up, too.  Bee already had a date, which was gross, not because she had a date but because they were all lovey-dovey about it.  Blech.

“Lucifer, you wanna go to prom together?”  I am all about the romance, obvs.

“Oh, I was gonna take Becca Cates.”

“You only want to take her because she’s the school door knob.”

“What?”

“Everybody gets a turn.  You’re going with me.”

“Uh, ok.  Am I gonna get any afterwards?  I mean, it was kind of a given with Becca.”

“No, you’re not getting any from me and you would have been, like, sloppy hundreths anyway.  Jesus.”  What is it with teen boys and their brains being in the wrong place?  Ugh!

“HEY!  Leave room for Jesus, you two!”  I also like to kill romance for others.

*Later that evening*

“So are you gonna do it, Vi?  You know, with Lucifer?”

“Oh, I dunno.  Maybe?”  I really didn’t know.  It seemed like prom night was the night to go all out.  I mean, look at me — I’m a friggen prom night baby myself.  I hadn’t really thought about it since Luce and I had only been ‘dating’ a month.

“Well, Mom will kill you if you get knocked up.  Even if she’s not talking to you she would just silently take you down.”  Bee knew Mom well.

“Jeez.  I’m not an idiot like she was.  I’d be careful and use contraception!”

“I wouldn’t call her an idiot if I were you,” Hadley chimed in, ‘because if she used contraception you wouldn’t even exist!”

“Aren’t you a little young to know what that is?”

“Probz.  But that’s what happens when you have two boy-crazy older sisters I guess.”

Well, she’s not wrong.


Prom finally arrived with a flurry of activity.  Bee and I got our dresses and had our hair and nails done.  We were done up!  Naturally we had to pose for all the mom-required pre-prom photos.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd Hadley needed to ruin a couple (although she thinks she enhances everything with her presence).

After prom Bee and I decided to skip out on our men and have some bonding time.  It would only be a few more weeks before graduation.  I was headed off to Sim State University with a dual major in business and law and Bee would be attending the local community college for photography.  I was really going to miss my partner in crime.

“So have you and Xantus done it yet?”

“No.  I want to but I’m not even sure where to begin.  I figure it’s best that maybe we didn’t.”

“Yeah.  I feel the same.  I dunno why Mom was so gung-ho about it.  Do you think we should ask her?”

Bee thought for a moment.  “No.  I don’t think I want to know anything about Mom’s sex life ever.”

“Good point.  Wanna swim?”

“Are you crazy?  We don’t have suits and this dress was expensive!”

“Are you ever going to wear it again?”

“No, but –”

I jumped in and missed the rest of whatever she was babbling about.  “Get in here!”  I yelled up at Bee.

“I don’t know you.”

She eventually did get in, if only to splash me.  I’m counting it as a win.  And she had a great time!  Before we knew it we were two hours past curfew.

We took off as fast as we could.  Mom was going to kill us.  We were in it deep without being late but here we were going to be so far past curfew I didn’t even know what to expect.

Except the lights were off when we got home.

“Do you hear anyone?  I think it’s a trap.”  I’m not normally paranoid but Mom’s really been in a mood lately with the whole converting myself and Bee into witches thing so I was 100% ready for her to launch herself from a corner.

“I think we’re ok actually.  I’m pretty sure she’s sleeping.  Weird.”

“Hello, ladies.  Nice to see you.”

“Hi, Nana,” Bee and I said in unison.

“Where’s Mom?  Bee asked the important questions.

“Your father was called to an emergency at the hospital and your mother was late at the bakery.  I told her I’d wait up and report back any shenanigans tomorrow.”

“Are you going to tell her we were late?”

“Were you girls out drinking?”

“No,” in unison again.

“Were you out having sex?”

“NO!”  I hissed.  “We went swimming.”

“Well then, it appears you both returned about…15 minutes after curfew.  I gave you both a stern lecture about responsibilities and then you went straight to bed.  Agreed?”

“Oh, Nana!  You’re the best!”  Bee and I hugged our grandmother and ran off to bed.  We’d have to get our ‘lecture’ straight, but that was a problem for the morning.


Credits:

Prom poses by Bmit

Chapter 5.1

Violet begins her training to become a witch.

Call me naive, or dumb, or ridiculous but I had no idea there would be so much to learn when it came to being a legacy heir.  There are a surprising number of rules and regulations!  Level 10 alchemy and photography!?  Really!?  What does photography have to do with anything?

“In all fairness, Violet, I did tell you about the requirements.  It’s not my fault you weren’t listening.”

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”  Nana had been helping me with my spellcasting and my alchemy lately.  Mom wasn’t really talking to me.  Or Nana.  Nana and I were on our own in this.

I knew Mom would be pissed but her level of anger was pretty damn impressive.  I didn’t realize she could actually radiate anger but I saw anger waves emanating from her body.  Apparently Bee got a pass because she wasn’t actively involved in the plot to overthrow Mom’s authority.  Nana was pissed at both of us for that one but once she listened to Bee’s reasons for wanting to turn, Nana understood.  We still got one hell of a lecture though.

Dad was just trying to stay out of it.  He knew better than to get involved in a fight that would play him against his daughters, wife, and mother-in-law.  Instead he just quietly spent time with all of us separately.  We talked about everything but family stuff because duh.

Nana’s mentoring went far beyond spellcasting and alchemy.  When she found out I was planning to start a career in the military after college she decided she would train me in athleticism too.  The woman might be nearly 90 but she’s a beast at the gym.

Nana’s kinda scary now that I’ve really thought about it…huh.

I kept trying to get Bee to join in my training.  It would be so much fun to have a training partner.  Unfortunately she was behind in school.  She had to spend most of her time making up lessons or getting tutored by Nana.

Why was Bee so far behind?

Someone discovered boys.  Well, we both did but I am more respectable about the thing.

We’ve grown up with the Cohen boys next door and suddenly Xantus and Lucifer were interesting.  Weird, right?  Anyway, Bee is super into Xantus which is fine because Lucifer is way more fun in my opinion.  Who doesn’t love a musician with green hair?  I mean, really, it’s a no-brainer.

“Ok.  So when you are attempting to cast a spell to change the state of an object, you have to go big or go home.”

Today Nana was teaching me transmute apples into fancy rocks.  Nana has a serious knack for this.  How else do you think she ended up with so many big ass egg gems?

“Alright, Vi.  Now target an apple.  Don’t whip your wand until you say the final word of the spell.  The timing is key here.”

Nana effortlessly created a Rainbow Gem.

I turned an apple into a cloud of smoke that smelled like dead fish.  Things are going well for me.  I’ll be a top-notch witch in about 75 years.

“I know we’ve been spending a lot of time on your training, Violet.  It’s important in your role as heir.”

“I feel there’s a but coming on and I hope it’s light at the end of the tunnel.”  We’d been training for weeks and I didn’t think I was getting any better.  In fact, I was getting downright discouraged in my decisions.  Maybe Mom was right about this stupid heir thing?  I’d never tell her that though.  Even if she were talking to me.

“BUT,” Nana continued, “what’s more important is your mindset.  You’re going to encounter many challenges as you lead this family.  You’re going to doubt yourself and your choices.  You’re going to feel sad and angry and alone.  But you must stay strong.  Shit happens.  Keep going.  Make it work.”

Nana gave me a hug and told me to take the night off.

Of course I knew that she planned that damn pep talk so I would want to keep practicing.  I’m not practicing because of the talk.  It’s fun.

Does anyone believe me when I say that?