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With the sound of the ground keeper’s gruff holler Sabrina remembered consequences. She would be fine, reprimanded with a lecture about her duty, perhaps locked away for a few days but what of Mi-yeong, the gardener who never should have spoken to the princess in the first place?

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“I want you.” “You can have me.” They both knew the lie and the immense truth that weighed those declarations onto their hearts.

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She could fool herself into believing so many lies until she couldn’t anymore. Perhaps it was a betrothal to another - for the good of the kingdom. A threat of permanent separation, of losing the individuality Mi-yeong offered, that finally broke Sabrina’s resolve.

Sabrina had fooled herself into believing she kept meeting with the gardener because Mi-yeong was honest with her. Then she convinced herself she was only lowkey obsessed with Mi-yeong because she was a spellcaster. She only wanted to kiss Mi-yeong out of curiosity. She only wanted Mi-yeong …

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Months later - during which lots of things probably happened that would have endeared these characters to you but the watcher decided to skip over all that - Sabrina storms into the gardener’s shack, determined to finally get the thing she wants.

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Continuing not at all where I left off …

That’s it for now! I have a part two for Sabrina and Mi-yeong and then after that a cowboy story fragments. Hope y’all enjoy!

The Gardener wasn’t merely a gardener. She was a spell caster, dictated by fear to not speak lest her words be curses. But it wasn’t fear that Sabrina felt bubbling low in her stomach as she walked away.

This was actually very true. Mi-yeong should not have spoken to the princess, in fairness the princess should never have asked her for assistance. The piercings on top and bottom of her lips were a reminder and a warning.

Sabrina realized now as she stared at the gardener that she hadn’t truly felt anything perhaps since she was a child. And she knew whatever she was feeling in that moment was not for the good of the kingdom.

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As a child there had been many things Sabrina had coveted. A doll she saw in the hands of a noble child’s arms, a dress she saw in a fairy book, the love of her parents. Each time the want was denied, replaced by a lecture, the assertion that she only could desire what was for the kingdom.

As for Park Mi-yeong, the gardener, she didn’t know what compelled her to ask the question, perhaps some context the watcher didn’t bother to create or perhaps it was a catalyst that was needed, regardless she didn’t regret it.

Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 27/07/2025

Somewhere, in some vague anachronistic medieval time, Princess Sabrina Beauchamp asked the gardener for assistance tying a bow and her life was changed forever.

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Okay I’ve just put together a bunch of edits to show my wife what I’ve been playing and I’ve had so much fun so I’m sharing. meet Astraea Mims, genius, ambitious, unflirty, obsessed with discovering aliens. (More below)

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Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 27/07/2025

Sometimes you’re a logic-forward scientist and you get the emotional void ailment and it just fits

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Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 27/07/2025

The science lab is wilding and my sim is just trying to do her job

Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 14/07/2025

I haven’t opened the sims in ages and I miss my pixel people but here are further adventures of Twiggy, the longdog.

Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 06/07/2025

Continuing the trend of simmers getting new pets, meet Twiggy!

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Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 02/07/2025

Obviously, immediately had to run to cas and put @karisims.bsky.social new jewelry on this sim. The pieces are perfect for her and all the swatches are so good!

Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 28/06/2025

I built my fairies a house and remembered how much I love playing cottagecore

Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 24/06/2025

Well I had to make some faeries. Larkspur, aka Delphinium, is a very toxic flower that grows in the mountains where I live and can cause whole herds of cattle to be poisoned. They’re also absolutely gorgeous. These two are twins, loyal to each other, and ready to do some menial tasks for rewards!

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Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 23/06/2025

Alright, time to build a trailer park on a 64x64 lot because I apparently love to suffer. Am I tempting save corruption fate if I make it a residential rental … 😬

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Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 23/06/2025

And some new sims! Cece works at the daycare, they’re hopefully going to be the love interest to a very 90s rom-com (assuming my sims comply with my planning).

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Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 23/06/2025

Building a daycare in my Cassie and Summer save. I’m obsessed with the scribbled on swatches of the table and chairs by @surelysims.com what incredible details!

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Keesa Nim @keesanim.bsky.social · 12/06/2025

Okay I didn’t think I was excited for fairies (no reason, just unexcited about everything) but y’all, I just realized I can make a bisexual scoundrel named puck who will be in everyone’s business causing mayhem!

That’s it! A short short update! Next time we’re going to hop into Summer’s pov. And then I’m going to have some fun with flashbacks to reveal some of the things I’ve been hinting.

No. She wanted to keep the worms sealed away. But reading sterilized news on the Landgraab family wasn’t enough. She knew that Don would do anything for her. She didn’t know why but he would tell her what she needed to know even if it was against his boss.

Telling Atticus “your father is evil and your grandmother will stop at nothing to steal you from me” was not a conversation she wanted to have but more so Cass knew that as soon as she started talking about it was when she would start looking over her shoulder, waiting for the boogeyman to return.

She had known Atticus would ask about his parentage. He knew enough to know he had a father. Something the next baby would never have to deal with. Cassandra had waffled between pretending Atti wasn’t from a complicated relationship and wanting to be honest with him the way her parents hadn’t been.

So much for uncomplicated happiness. Cass felt that sandcastle crumble immediately. Or maybe it had only ever been an illusion.

Cass dropped off Summer at the country club where she taught yoga to the tourists and wealthier townies of Brindleton Bay. And spent her walk back to the house convincing herself her anxiety was unwarranted, she was just happy.

That’s it for today! Tomorrow there will be more!

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That had been the last gala Johnny had gone to. Someone had made a comment that got back to his mother, questions about Johnny’s parentage and his mother had decided Johnny was too much of a liability so she shipped him off. By then she had her perfect son.

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Johnny didn’t know Cassandra’s full story. He had known the Goth family, known of them. He remembered a Watcher’s gala, the annual fundraiser for neighborhood betterment, when he was perhaps 8 and he had met a 4 year old Cassandra, attached to her mother’s skirts, too shy to even peek out.

Johnny had taken them in while Don got to work finding them a place where they could be anonymous. Johnny had introduced Cassie to Summer. Johnny had officiated Cassie and Summer’s elopement. And Johnny had agreed to move with them to Brindleton Bay, because they loved him but not the way he wanted.

Maybe he was just too eager for love. His mother had always told him he was. No one would love him if he wanted it so badly. But he could never figure out how to not want it.

Johnny had yelled at Don for involving him in whatever mess, Atticus had wailed louder, and it was Cassandra who had snapped at all of them to get it together and again Johnny’s heart fell for someone who didn’t want him.

He had been two months sober and went on the worst bender of his life. In the midst of that was when Don Lothario showed up at his door with a mousy woman and a wailing infant.

When they met, Summer had just graduated, just out of a throuple situationship, in her ready to settle down phase. She had shown up to his show and her laugh had rooted its way into his soul. The way she smiled at him, wanted to know him, he had thought he had found his someone. Until she said no.

Spending time with Atticus was fun. He had endless energy. Adored Johnny unconditionally. Didn’t judge or fuss over or lecture Johnny. They just could have fun together.

Her guard had been slipping. Losing purchase as daydreams of raising her children in this cozy community piled on top. Maybe it was that change that had put her so on edge the past few days. Maybe that feeling that something bad was coming was merely her brain’s way of interpreting happiness.

Summer’s pregnancy had been easy so far. Unlike Cass’s. Atticus had destroyed his mother from the inside. Summer wore pregnancy like an expert, giving Cass the chance to enjoy it this time. The daydreaming had sparked something in Cass that she had long thought dead. An excitement for a future.

If Willow Creek was the abject; Brindleton Bay was the cozy mystery. Where gruesome murder was a plot device for quirky characters. Where ghosts were not horrifying, merely memories of a person as they had been. Ghosts became fog, salt flavored the air, sweaters could be worn in the dead of summer.

Brindleton Bay suited Cass more than Willow Creek ever did. Willow Creek — with its oppressive heat, long shadows, and air you swam through — was a place of rot and ruin. A place where you lost yourself in the monsters.

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Ready to keep these good(?) vibes going! I’ve got a huge update which I’ll probably split between today and tomorrow. Also yes my reshade is constantly changing. I can’t find one I really love 😩