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Whoa, what in the world happened to WordPress? Wow, it’s been three months since I’ve last updated. Wow, whoa, huh. haha. If there’s anyone left here, how have you all been? I’ve missed the sims community so much these past couple of months. I haven’t been really doing anything sims related because I’ve been so busy with school and other real life things. All of these pictures (and the pictures in the upcoming chapters) were taken when Supternatural first came out…yeah, it’s been that long. I’m not offically on Christmas/winter break yet, but I’m pretty much done with all of my finals so I’m hoping to crank out these chapters until I have to go back for my final semester of college evah! As of March I will be the proud owner of a Bachelor’s degree in English and Literature!! So exciting.

Alright, enough of me blah blah blahing. Onto the chapter! 🙂 Before I go, I’m not sure why my pictures are now showing up so small. This is something I will have to figure out when I explore this new format that WordPress gave me.

❤ Gabrielle

After settling into her new home in Moonlight Falls, Peach started to become familiar with the oddities that inhabited the sleepy town. She found the library to be the best place to find information about eh different kinds of sims surrounding her.
“’During a full moon, supernatural sims because more active’,” Peach read in a particularly dusty, old book, “’Vampires and werewolves stalk the night looking for unsuspecting victims to quench their insimane hunger…’ Vampires and werewolves? What is this, some kind of bad teeny bopper book? Next this book is going to tell me that vampires sparkle in the sunlight instead of burning up.”
At the mention of zombies, she shut the thick book shut with a sharp snap. “I’m outta this crazy place.” She mumbled
While making her way to the front of the library, she noticed a woman waving a glittering stick.
“Excuse me, miss? Mind if I try a spell on you?” the woman asked.
“Excuse me?” Peach inquired irritably.
“There’s no need to worry, you won’t turn into a toad or anything. Well, actually if you do, I’m extremely practiced in untoadification.”
In an uncharacteristic wave of anger, Peach smacked the bumbling woman.


“You stay away from me!” Peach growled.

Surprisingly, the woman laughed; “Wow, you’ve got an arm on you. Sorry lady, I didn’t realize you were a werewolf…jeesh, the full moon always makes you fur balls nutty.”

Peach stared wide-eyed at the stranger she had just slapped. Was all the information about full moons and supernatural sims getting to her? Desperate to find some sane sims, Peach decided to spend the rest of the day visiting the local hang outs.




Her final stop of the evening was a lounge where she met a very handsome nam who introduced himself as Argus Brown.

“Peach Sorbet.” She introduced.

“What a beautiful name! Argus exclaimed, “Are you one of those berry sims?”

A blush crept onto her cheeks; “Yes, I am,” she replied, eyes to the floor, “I hope that doesn’t offend you. Must berry sims have difficulty fitting into a new town.”

With a tender hand, he lifter her chin so their eyes met, “There’s no need for any apologies. Any kind of sim is welcome in Moonlight Falls.”

Peach smiled warmly.

“How about a game of rock, paper, scissors?” he asked with a laugh.

“You’re on!”




(a/n: that last picture of Argus made up my mind; the Sorbet Legacy needed this sim! LOL)

Peach and Argus were inseparable until the lounge closed at 3 am.

“Closing time, already?” Argus remarked when the lights suddenly extinguished and the rest of the patrons were filing out. Peach yawned as the two of them followed everyone out of the lounge.

“I hope you don’t have to get up too early for work.” Argus apologized.

“No worries, I’m a gardener. My plants are my only responsibility.” She answered with a smile.

After exchanging numbers, Argus gave Peach a peck on the cheek before heading towards his home. Before making her way home, Peach put a hand on the cheek that Argus’ lips just brushed against. She smiled and walked home with the light of the full moon guiding her.





(a/n: Um, Peach? Do you mind stopping brooding about the passage of time? There’s a zombie behind you and I haven’t tested out a zombie attack yet. Please get home!!)

“As every day ends, a sliver of time passes over me. Think about it.”

(a/n: Peach, GO HOME!)

Reluctantly, Peach stood up off the cold ground, brushed off her skirt and continued home.

“It’s odd, sometimes I feel so close to my simgoddess that I can hear her speaking to me.”


While Peach slept, she dreamt about seeing Argus again. His light eyes, bright smile, and kind nature filled her with hope of a new, happy life. Unbeknownst to Peach, zombies plagued outside her home.


Thankfully, the zombie wasn’t interested in attacking a sleeping Peach Sorbet. However,


They were interested in destroying her newly planted garden.

“Mmmm, grrraaaaiiinnnnsss.”

Every morning after a full moon, Peach would arise early in the morning to find more of her garden torn apart.

“I just don’t understand it, Argus. My plants can go a week or so without being touched, but some mornings, like today, I come out ready to harvest and some of them are eaten!” Peach complained over the phone.

“Peach, we really need to talk.” He told her.

A ball of lead dropped in her stomach. Peach and Argus had gotten very close since they had met at the lounge weeks ago. Recently, their relationship progressed to a new level; Argus had asked Peach to be his girlfriend which she had readily accepted. Hearing “we need to talk” from him sent hundreds of scenarios through her mind.

“O—okay, come on over.” She answered softly.


“Argus, is that you?” Peach asked when she opened her door.

“Yes, can I come in?”

She nodded silently has he stalked in; “There’s something different about you. Have you missed some kind of hair removal appointment?”


“No, my love, I’m a werewolf.” Argus chuckled.

“A werewolf?”

Normally Peach had laughed off any mention of supernatural sims which was a common topic in Moonlight Falls. Seeing Argus covered in hair with long, sharp claws, and fierce looking fangs left her speechless. She then remembered what the woman in the library had remarked about not knowing Peach was a werewolf. Suddenly overwhelmed, Peach sat down on her couch.

Argus joined her silently.


“I’ve been meaning to tell you about this, but you’ve just been so resound to believe that no supernatural sims exist. I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“I-I just don’t know what to think. Supernatural sims are real? I mean, you’re obviously a…werewolf, but what about vampires, fairies, and zombies?”

Argus nodded, “They’re all real. Jeff is a vampire.”

“Jeff, your best friend Jeff? The one I met at the party?”


“Um, yeah.” He coughed, “Also, zombies are eating your plants. It’s odd that zombies are so fixated on plants when there are no sims around.”

Peach shook her head in disbelief, “So that’s what the simgoddess was talking about.” She mumbled.

She felt Argus’ hand on her leg, “Are you okay with all of this?”

Peach looked into his completely different face. His features were so different when he was in his werewolf form, but she could still see her boyfriend within the mass of hair and fangs, “Surprisingly yes. I guess I’ve always known something was different about this town. On my first day here I saw a toddler that had wings coming out of her back!”

Argus smiled lovingly


“But I’m ready to come to terms with all of this supernatural stuff now. I won’t run away from it any longer.” She smiled.

“I’m so glad to hear you say that, baby!” Argus exclaimed giving her a kiss. Peach giggled when his hair tickled her face.



“Honey, that was a bit loud in my ear.”

“Sorry Peach, I’m just so happy.”




Mirrors can be windows to the soul. A sheet of glass can show you who are or what you want to see. Apple leaned closer to the simple mirror to inspect his reflection once more. A long red finger dipped into an indentation of a newly formed wrinkle at the left side of his mouth. His eyes widened showing off the wrinkles on his forehead and stretching out the crow’s feet framing his eyes.

“I’m old!” he gasped.

Vanilla strolled into the bathroom with Honeycomb on her hip. Apple watched her through the mirror still in shock at his revelation.

“Good morning, muffin.” She greeted grabbing a wash rag from the linen closet.

“Good? How can mornings be good when my face is sagging over my eyes?”

Vanilla looked at him incredulously; “What in the world are you talking about/”

Apple turned away from the mirror, moved his face inches from hers and pointed to the winkle on his face, “This is what I’m talking about. This-this wrinkle! Oh man, a wrinkle. Vanilla I’m old! I’m an old man with three kids,” he gazed to the ceiling, “Oh Watcher, what have I done wrong?”

Vanilla took a good look at her husband she had been married to for almost twenty years. He was healthy, he was fit, he was a solid provider and an excellent father; what did he see that was so catastrophic?

“Apple, stop this right now. You are not an old man. You are the father of three children who adore you more than anything in the entire world. We all get older, wrinkles are lift. In fact,” she reached out to turn his head slightly, “that single wrinkle that has gotten you so upset, makes you look distinguished; pretty hot for an old man.”

Apple looked at Vanilla with wide eyes as she gave him a quick kiss; “That’s supposed to make me feel better about getting older? Our oldest is a teenager and our youngest is about to start school. Oh, and my wrinkles make me look distinguished? I got news for you sister, if I’m an old man, you’re becoming an old woman. I’ll see you in the prune juice section.” He stormed out of the bathroom in a huff.

Vanilla looked at Honeycomb in disbelief. Over the next few months, Apple had tried endlessly to feel younger. He began to expand his athletic knowledge by taking up martial arts.

He also embarked on using an old telescope. Although he didn’t discover any new objects, Apple found that peeping on the neighbors to be much more fascinating…

…and sometimes frightening.

Before coming to term with his middle age, Apple even tried to join some online social medias; such as Simbook.


“Everything okay, babe?” Vanilla asked after hearing her husband face-plant the keyboard.

“That’s it; I’m over this entire internet. I joined Simbook while ago, I have about 100 friends and all I get are invites to something called “LlamaVille”, what is that? I’m done; even my own kids won’t accept my friend requests.”

Vanilla walked over to Apple to wrap her arms around his shoulders in reassurance. Apple began to type furiously.

“I have come to realize that middle age is a good thing,” he read as he typed, “Please do not send me anymore LlamaVille requests or I’ll knock you over the head with my cane.” He sat back in his chair, triumphant. Apple reread his status; something was still missing, “Hey ‘Nilla, how do the kids type the smiley faces?”

Vanilla laughed as she snuggled into his neck; “I haven’t the faintest idea.”

“Eww, why are you guys so gross?” Cherry groaned walking in on his parents kissing.

Apple and Vanilla giggled as Cherry sat down to turn on the television.

“Cherry, how do make the smiley faces on the computer?”

Without turning away from the television screen Cherry replied; “Sorry dad, Strawberry told me I wasn’t allowed to tell you how to do things on the computer.”

“I thought your mother and I told you not to listen to your brother?” Apple responded quirking a rusty red eyebrow.

Cherry turned around to face his father; “Dad, how come Strawberry and Honeycomb got those dolls in the mail and I didn’t?”

Apple looked to his wife for help, but Vanilla stubbornly kept her eyes on the television; “I-I don’t know, kiddo.”

“Oh, okay.” Cherry slumped back down onto the couch, crestfallen.

Vanilla turned to look at Apple then to her sullen son. She was secretly overjoyed that Cherry hadn’t received one of those odd dolls in the mail, but she couldn’t stand for one of her children to be so upset.

“Cherry, please don’t feel upset. You know how your father and I feel about those dolls…”

“I know mom,” he interrupted, “its okay. Hey dad, do you want to play catch?”

“Sure thing, Cherry.”


Finally, a semi-regular update! This is a bit shorter than usual; bare with me, I need to get back into writing these things. I’m stuck in writing essay mode :p.  I’m finally on my two week break and not having to worry about schoolwork for a short period of time is complete bliss. I’m planning on getting a decent amount of chapters out before my break is done (which, coincidently, ends the day Supernatural comes out).

Speaking of Supernatural, I plan on starting the Sorbet family in the new town. (I lost their save files when my laptop died back in January). I’m super escatic for Supernatural especially since I saw that EA is bringing back Bonehilda! Remember her from the Sims 1? 🙂

Thanks for reading and happy simming 🙂

While hanging on YouTube yesterday, I saw this little gem in my inbox 🙂

I thought I was excited for Supernatural, but after seeing the things that are coming with this exapansion I definitely wish that Seasons would come out before Supernatural especially since I’ve been playing the Sims 2 Seasons for the past two weeks. Haha, yes. I have been so irritated with my Sims 3 game because there are so many instances where the game just freezes. I’m pretty sure that this issue came with Showtime.

Are you guys excited about Supernatural and Seasons? Oh, before I forget; I’m going to have a two week break coming up soon. So I plan to pump out many, many chapters. I have all of the picture for generation one and a bit of generation two, so I have a ridiculous amount of catching up to do.

See you all soon! ❤

Vanilla gazed around their tiny kitchen table; her plate of food practically untouched. First she looked at her husband. Apple was munching greedily on leftover peanut butter and jelly. A few stranded crumbs clung to the scruff on his chin. She resisted the urge to wipe them away. Vanilla then turned her gaze to Strawberry. He was chewing on a piece of an anchovy sushi roll which had taken her almost half an hour to persuade him to try. She saw a piece of his red hair resting on his forehead; again she resisted the urge to comb it away. She sighed happily; she loved her little expanding family.

Little Cherry had joined the family late one night almost two years ago. Vanilla leaned in her chair to get a better look at Cherry, who was playing with his blocks on the soft blue rug in the living room. She giggled softly when he tried to put the circle block into the square shaped hole. Confusion shadowed his tiny face as he tried again. She noticed that although Cherry had Apple’s coloring, his face was hers. She recognized her own stubbornness as Cherry continued to try to put the circle into the square hole once more. Vanilla saw Apple’s attention divert in mid bite when Cherry let out a frustrated cry. His shoulders lowered as the tension was relieved knowing that Cherry wasn’t in danger. He met Vanilla’s steely gaze and smiled. She smiled back. Yes, her family was perfect; yet she wanted another child.

“After lunch can Puzzle and I play make-believe with Cherry?” Strawberry’s voice came through Vanilla’s thoughts.


“Sure, Straw. Make sure you clean up your plate first.” Apple chimed in.

Vanilla watched Strawberry as he popped his last sushi roll into his mouth, cleared his plate, and then ran into his bedroom. Apple nudged her with his elbow.

“What’s up Nilla? You’ve been staring into space all afternoon.”

“I was just looking at each of my boys and I’ve noticed that you are the messiest of the three.” She smiled wiping the stray crumbs that were still stuck in his scruff.

Apple laughed; “Yeah, and what else? I could see the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours.”

“I want another baby.” She blurted.

Apple stared at her, quietly. He cleared his throat and answered; “There’s a baby on the living room floor.”

Vanilla smacked his shoulder with a smile; “That’s not what I meant, doofus.”

“Doofus,” he questioned incredulously, “I haven’t been called a doofus since grade school.”

“Apple, I’m serious. I love Strawberry and Cherry with all of my heart. I want another little one to give my love to.”

Apple searched his wife’s pale face.

“Come on, baby. Whaddya say? Besides, making a baby is always the best part.” She said with a nudge of his elbow.

Apple chuckled; “Can’t say I’m not found of that. Alright, we can have another baby.”

Vanilla let out a squeal of delight.

“Hey, maybe we can have a little Vanilla this time around.” Apple suggested helping Vanilla clean up the leftovers of lunch.

“I would love that, but I can’t control the baby’s gender. That’s all on you, big guy.”



“Wait, do I have to do something different? Like upside down?” he asked.

Vanilla burst out laughing; “I’m really tempted to tell you to go upside down. I would love to see you work that out, but no, you don’t have to do anything different.”

“Make way for King Strawberry and Prince Cherry!” they heard from the living room.

“Thankfully Strawberry is perfect with toddlers, right? He’s been very helpful since Cherry was born.” Apple remarked watching Strawberry parade his younger brother around the sofa.

Vanilla nodded in agreement, but she was too intent on imagining what their future children were going to look like.

“Um, Mom? I think Prince Cherry needs a new diaper.”

“Stinky!” Cherry laughed.

Vanilla’s third pregnancy turned out to be trickier than her last two. Jugging household chores, an active child,

“I got this badge for making a llama trip. Dad have you ever seen a llama?”

“No, son, I don’t believe I have.”

And a growing child completely exhausted her. Every spare second of downtime, she would gingerly plop herself down on the sofa and switch on the television. The droning sound of whatever was on at the time, helped Vanilla clear her mind for just a few minutes. Apple, who was still working hard at the military base, helped as much as he could. Like Vanilla, he spent most of his time outside of work taking care of the boys.

“Hey Strawberry?” Cherry asked as the brothers studied together.


“Are we still going to hang out once you go to high school?”

“Of course we are! I’m going to a new school not a new planet.” Strawberry assured his little brother. Cherry had just started attending elementary school. As a natural loner, he had tended to gravitate more towards his older brother than the children in his class.

“What am I supposed to do when you’re gone?” Cherry sulked.

“Make new friends. There’s a whole bunch of cool kids in your class.”

“They don’t like me.”

“How do you know? Have you ever talked to them at all? Come on, Cherry. You’re going to make loads of friends without me being there, trust me.” Strawberry persuaded.

“Fine,” Cherry grumbled slapping his notebook shut. A soft tinkling song drifted through the open kitchen window, “ice cream!” he exclaimed.

“Come on Honeycomb, Daddy has to go to work now.” Apple said carrying their daughter into the living where Vanilla and Strawberry were pillow fighting.

“Dad, don’t forget to come to my scout meeting tonight. It’s my last one!” Strawberry exclaimed before getting walloped on the head.

“Don’t worry, kiddo, we’ll all be there.” Apple replied setting Honeycomb down with a kiss on the forehead.

“Alright Straw, you better get ready for school. The bus will be here any minute. Will you make sure your brother is ready while I get your sister’s bottle ready?” Vanilla asked putting the pillows back on the couch.

“Sure Mom,” he answered darting towards Cherry’s room.

“See you later, babe.” Apple said giving Vanilla a kiss.

“Good bye, we’ll meet you at the school.” She replied grabbing a bottle out of the fridge.

A clamor of footsteps trampled out the front door when the school bus gave a beep. Vanilla called a good bye to her dashing boys. As she continued to prep Honeycomb’s bottle, she heard her daughter singing softly. Although Vanilla loved to hear her children playing, a frown pulled at her face.

Another mysterious doll appeared in their mailbox the day after Honeycomb was born. The package mimicked the parcel that arrived after Strawberry was born; no name of the sender, addressed to a newborn, and contained a doll only slightly different from Strawberry’s. Apple and Vanilla couldn’t understand why these dolls would arrive for two of their children. When they had tried to research these mysterious events, they couldn’t find any information about the strange dolls. She sighed with a shake of her head and continued to prepare the bottle.

Later that evening, the Cobblers headed to the elementary school to watch Strawberry ‘graduate’ from the boy scouts. While sitting in the auditorium watching the little scouts receive their certificates, Vanilla’s eyes started tearing. She was having difficulties comprehending that her little Strawberry was growing up. Apple noticed her sentimental tears and put his hand lovingly over hers.


Cherry snuck up the spiral staircase to his brother’s room. The door creaked slightly has he opened it slowly. He winced at the slight sound hoping that his brother wouldn’t wake up. An uninterrupted snore told him that Strawberry was still fast asleep. Cherry grabbed a discarded pillow from the floor and smacked his brother in the head.

“Wake up, bro! Breakfast is ready!”

Strawberry snorted in shock at the unpredicted attack; “Wha-?”

“Mom made waffles!” Cherry laughed with another blow to Strawberry’s face.

“You’re going down!”

*crickets chirping* Hi everyone! *tumble wheat passes* Oh boy, yeah it’s been almost a month since my last post. Same ol’ excuse different day, right? I’m going to try my hardest to update more regularly since everything is pretty much settled from the move. I hope you all are doing well, I’ve missed reading legacies and talking to you all :).

Thanks for reading and happy simming!













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