And this one is so sexy but sweet?? I'm in love ✨ Anne is a pose goddess 👏

These are just *chef's kiss*, the little kiss on the nose? 😭😭😭 Emma did such an incredible job 😍😍😍

This one i loved so much i set it as their new playlist picture 🥹

My girls enjoying a nice day out while i'm cooking in this heat ☀️

Instead of a story queue, today you all get some pics of my girlies from @alluringsims.bsky.social and @simmerianne93.bsky.social 's sapphic posepack, because I love it so muuuuch 🥹🥹❤️ (don't mind the shoes on the bed apparently i was lazy that day)

Soooo, life has steamrolled me since i said this so i'll come back with new updates next week 😅

My girls on the cover 🥹🥹🥹 Still fangirling a bit lmao ❤️ And go download these immediately, i'm not kidding they are NEXT LEVEL 👏

This was Amani's side of the story, i hope we all understand everything a little better now 😇 Taking a small storytelling break next week (but hoping for plenty of cute pics of my sims still!) Back for the next part on June 22nd!! ✨

Maybe it was the best day of his life. It’s definitely mine. And the best night, too.

And when I got bossy once more, he didn’t resist. Didn’t question. Only held me when I needed him to and, indeed, made sure to give more than he took.

Nothing could prepare me for being carried away, with gentleness and need intertwined so deeply, they felt like a cocktail made to make me explode. To say he worshipped me was an understatement.

The towel was quickly dropped and as I walked around the bed to get to him, he stood. Slowly, as if I could break any second, he took my hands and lifted them above my head, my shoulders flushed to the wall. “Look at you. You are a work of art, Amani” His voice was strained, his breath on my cheek.

Walking into his bedroom had me almost giggling in anticipation. “If you call me cute now, I’m going to just walk out. You’re warned.” He stayed silent and froze when I appeared in front of him, in nothing but a towel. The way he had taunted me, I now returned. And a knowing smile grew on his face.

I let myself inhale a couple of times before answering. “It’s about to get better. Go to the bedroom, Zek.” He obeyed, this time. But once I found myself alone in his bathroom, stealing a towel, I couldn’t help but doubt. Was this too much? Or… well… too little? “I’m really doing this?”

(heads up! we're about to go NSFW for the next hour 🤭)

His hands held me up as my knees threatened to buckle. Not because they were weak, anymore. No. Only because of the intensity of the wave of emotion that rushed through me as our lips parted. “Today’s the best day of my life.” He breathed out, wonder in his voice.

When our lips touched, it felt like a lifetime of butterflies exploded in my stomach. It was gentle and so full of intent. It felt like he had, indeed, been thinking of exactly how he wanted this to go. And like I could just melt into it, forget about everything else. He had it handled.

“But now, there’s space for nothing else in my head.” He slid a hand onto my waist, pulling me closer, so slowly it was almost hesitant. “You want to kiss me.” I stated, seeing it in his eyes. “I do.” The slightest nod was all I needed to give him.

I walked in direction to the bathroom, not giving him a moment to think about it or rebel against my bossy tone. But he caught up to me after only a couple of steps. “Wait. There’s something I’ve been dying to do, but wouldn’t allow myself to even think about until I was free of the contract…”

“Oh so you 𝘥𝘪𝘥 like the towel trick! Isn’t that cu-” I put my palm on his smirk. “If you say the word cute, I swear!” He pushed away: “Why am I not allowed to call you cute, Amani?” His tone sent shivers through my body and I had an idea. “Go to your bedroom, I’ll be there in a second.” I ordered.

He closed his eyes, hands reaching my cheeks, his touch so light compared to the tight embrace he’d just given me a minute before. “I want to give, not take from you Amani.” He whispered. “Well you know there is one thing you’ve taken…” I lifted 𝘩𝘪𝘴 head up with a finger. “Your usual attire?”

Yet he put a thumb on my chin, lifting my face up to stare right into my eyes. “Because your wishes shouldn’t be spent on me.” His voice was deep, sure. “I want to be the one keeping an eye on you, making 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 life better. I don’t need you to sacrifice anything for my benefit.”

Once his pulse slowed down, he let go of me. “I was not expecting this when I opened the door Amani.” “Did it work?” “It did.” My heart immediately felt so much lighter. “Why wouldn’t you tell me this was a solution?!” He backed me up to the door and I looked away, trying to stay mad at him.

Until, finally, he started moving again and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close and squeezing me tight. I didn’t mind. It felt good to be his rock the way he’d been mine lately. His heart was beating so fast, I could feel it underneath his button-up shirt. I waited.

He stumbled back, surprise and something deeper making him take a step back. I didn’t let go of my hold on him, pushing him towards the closest wall, letting the door close behind us. “It’s my last wish. I want you to be free, Zek.” I murmured. And he stared at me. For so long.

It took me mere seconds to hang up on her and run to his door. I was still marvelling at my ability to run when he opened the door. I crashed into him. “I 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 that you, Boolouakabouloozek, be completely and utterly freed of any and all magical or contractual bonds that have a hold on you.”

“If only you still had a wish left.” Myla breathed out. Wait. “𝐈 𝐝𝐨.” “Really?!” “Yes! Can I use it on him?” “Of course!! Haven’t you read the stories? Wishes can do 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨!” “Okay, I’ve got to go!” “Go rub that djinni, girl!” “Myla!” I choked on a laugh. “I mean the laaaamp, or whatever!”

“Please, everything you’ve told me about him so far proves that fact.” She giggled. I leaned onto the table, thinking about Zek. I wouldn’t lie, the idea did sound nice. “Don’t you think it’s a bit risky?” I heard myself say. “Paige still hasn’t found anything that would nullify his contract.”

A few days later, by the pool, I tried not to cry as I explained everything to Myla. “And she never knew?” My new friend asked, on the other hand of the phone. “Never. It’s only after her death that she realised…” “Wow. So what are you going to do about the djinn who wants you in his bed?” “Myla.”

When she stopped, I knew it was time for goodbyes. “Mom?” I got up to face her. “Why didn’t you stay? Why not fight to survive?” She looked at our hands. “It was time, bubs. My job was to raise you and you’re all grown now. I knew you could stand on your own.” She pulled me in for our last hug.

She sat me down and started brushing my hair with her fingers, like she used to when I was young. “This place is beautiful, mom… Is this where you met my father?” She hummed, a happy sound that sent a shot of nostalgia through my heart. I missed her. Every day. So I listened without interrupting.

“Call on me when you need taken home Amani.” I heard Zek whisper as he walked calmly away, gifting me alone time with my mom. “Come on, let’s go sit. We’ve got lots to discuss.” I couldn’t contradict her. Had never been able to anyway. So I followed her to a bench.

“Oh honey bubs, I’ve missed you! Thanks to your… friend, I’m able to touch you, be a little more corporeal. How could I not come through today, here, of all places, when I felt you pulling to me?” Her voice was strange, but I didn’t care. She was 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. With me. I buried my head in her neck.

A chill went through me, the feeling like someone was watching me from behind strong. And when I turned around, my mother’s face appeared. Ghostly, but without a doubt 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨. “MOM?!” I gasped and threw myself onto her form, hugging her tight. “Mom!! You’re here! How?!”

We let it go together.

Ade's been obsessed with finding new music to listen to since her -almost- boyfriend V.I.K. has been iced out, and look at what she stumbled upon 👀 @maiawe.bsky.social

No update today as too busy IRL, looking forward to wrapping up Amani's POV on Sunday though 🎆

One of the things i'm most excited about in gen 2 is truly how creative I can be with visual stuffs inside and outside the game! We still have a few updates for gen 1 before fully diving into gen 2 and the life of a band, but this is gonna be fuuun

We let it go together.

I couldn’t stop watching him as he observed the fire within the lantern. The most genuine smile grew on my face. Maybe I still had things to live for, after all. Seeing him experience things for the first time, appreciate them with such intense eagerness. Was this feeling worth staying?

He held out the lantern, waiting for me to hold it with him. Tears in my eyes again, I glided my fingers onto the craft paper.

His arms stayed around me for a while. Until he decided I shouldn’t hide anymore and walked me to a lantern he had gotten ready beforehand. “I always dreamt of doing this here.” I murmured. “Here?” he asked. “My mom and I used to do it when we wanted to let go of bad feelings. A ritual of sorts?”

“Did you know?” I asked, my voice breaking. “Know what?” He was so sincere. Always so truthful… “That it would make me want to contact her? That it would be my last wish…” He shook his head, looking sorry. And I melted into the embrace he offered. “I didn’t know, Amani.”

I locked eyes with him, before dropping my head again. Why would he do this to me? All I wanted now was to use my last wish, here and there. Talk to my mother, one last time. Make sure she was okay. I settled my palms on Zek’s chest, ready to push him away for putting me in this position.

Only then did I look back up at him: “My mother’s from Tomarang. This is… special to me.” He raised a hand to his heart. “I know. I read it in your lineage records. The ones Paige has. I thought this would be a good idea. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” “I’m not sad. Just touched.”

“Amani. I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry. I thought you’d like this.” I dropped my head in my hand, grounding myself through his fingers on my shoulder. “It’s okay. I- Give me a second?” I could hear the sobs in my voice. He nodded. Waited until I’d managed to chase the blurriness out of my vision.

She’d told me so much about it over the years. I’d debated visiting after she’d passed but never been able to consider such a long flight with the aches it would create in my broken body. But my body was healed. And there had been no flight. Tears filled my eyes. Zek’s face fell.

So I let my hand settle into his as he offered it. It took longer than usual, I thought, to be teleported. Maybe because this was further away. Or maybe, because he still was being slowly snuffed out by that contract of his. My eyelids lifted and my brain emptied. We were in my mother’s birthplace.

I’d been able to paint so much more since my arthritis going away. I was a real machine, inspiration in every corner. “Come on, it won’t take long, it’s only on the other side of the world!” His smile was hard not to return. “I promise you won’t regret it!” Maybe I couldn’t say no to him either.

It’s without warning that he came to knock on my door a few days later, as dawn broke over DelSol. “What’s going on?” I asked as he waved happily, looking dashing in the pink morning light. “I know it’s early, but there’s somewhere I’d like to take you?” “I have a work appointment in 2 hours.”