This is a wonderful concept! (Watch me write something about this in my notes-)
imagine if in jarlaheim at some time a year there was a medieval festival (like renaissance faire) and there would be decorations throughout the city and some npcs would wear period costumes (thalia and mel involved in organising performances and selling clothes/accessories) and farah, conrad, and other craftspeople (preferably wearing costumes) come and have market booths there in the town square by the fountain, or along the streets, and sell medieval inspired tack for the horses.
there would be an outdoor play about medieval jorvegian / jarlaheim history organised by thalia and mel where we would get some more lore (and it being fun to watch, esp with the acting npcs and horses wearing costumes)
there could be bardcore covers of sso songs (just one or two) being played in the festival area. the café(s) could be updated before this and there would be cozy places to sit that are decorated for the festival
maybe isebell and ydris (also in costumes) have a medieval themed magic show on the town square as well. ydris would be like “time is confusing” (that modern jorvegians r dressing up and pretending its back in time) “but a party is a party”
there could be quests relating to helping decorate or get ppl/horses in costume, for example you could be helping farah and some other npc to craft costumes for horses before the play, which also could give you tidbits of lore while talking about the props / costumes that are needed for the play
some of the clothes we could get could be armour pieces
Rosie’s the one to laugh wickedly when someone lands on her property add the look too, but also yelling at Ydris to stop hoarding the tiny houses cus she wants one too while adorably pouting to get her way
The Kids Play Monopoly! and Evergray bullies Avalon to join
Tag your MC
*WHeeeeeeze*
Ydris’ true form revealed
Bro….. His breathe smells like expired cotton candy bet.
please explain this
did he pee his pants, is he on his pandorian period or is he just excited to see me
Heehee brahms
Brahms Heelshire x Reader
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“Brahms, can you change the song?” You called from the bathtub. You weren’t entirely sure if this plan would work, but you kind of hoped that it would.
Your phone was connected to the Bluetooth speaker that was resting precariously on the bathroom sink, and you were up to your eyeballs in bubbles in the bath. Your phone was in your bedroom, where it wouldn’t get wet. And, where, hopefully, the ghost of Brahms would change the music if you requested it.
You had been watching the doll for about a week now, and the presence in the house made itself known to you pretty quickly. Because you hadn’t followed the rules at first. And Brahms the ghost hadn’t been happy about it.
Though, after a few of your things had gone missing and a child’s voice had called out to you through your bedroom door one night, you quickly decided to follow to rules so you wouldn’t piss off the ghost.
The idea of the supernatural was amazing, and you reveled in the thought of living in a haunted house with what seemed to be a very powerful ghost. You’d heard of ghosts moving things, and you’d seen ghost hunting shows where their voices were caught on recordings, but you’d never seen any evidence as concrete as what you had witnessed in the Heelshire house.
You had started to keep a record of everything that happened, and this was one of the best tests you could think of to test if this ghost was truly legitimate.
One of the ghost facts you knew from TV was that they responded to electronics. So, you were trying to get Brahms to change the music on your phone. Everything else that had happened could be written off if you thought about it too hard (things going missing equating to you just losing things, hearing voices might just be cabin fever), but requesting a change in music from a ghost would be undeniable.
“Brahmsy, can you please skip this song on my phone?” You called again, perking up expectantly. You wanted this place to actually be haunted so bad, but the song continued to play without interruption.
Brahms-the living Brahms-had been pacing around your room, trying to figure out how to change the music at your request. His eyes widened when you specified that your phone had something to do with changing the music, and he whipped around, looking for it. He spotted it on your bed, and he picked it up tentatively.
Brahms had seen the smartphone that the grocery boy used, but he was completely clueless about new technology. Brahms turned the mysterious rectangle around in his hands, trying to figure out what he was supposed to be doing.
His fingers grazed the screen, making it light up. He nodded happily to himself, looking at the screen. The title of the song was lazily scrolling across the screen, along with a bunch of symbols he didn’t recognize. His hand hovered above the screen as he tried to figure out what to do, when it faded to black once again.
Brahms shook his hands in frustration, slapping the screen with all of his fingers, trying to get it to light up again.
It did, and he clicked on the symbol in the middle before he could think about it too hard. However, he clicked it with two fingers, and so he accidentally clicked the ‘next’ button at the same moment he clicked ‘pause,’ causing the phone to finally skip to the next song, but immediately pausing it before it could start playing.
The sudden silence was Brahms’ first hint that he had done something wrong. He shook his arms angerly, already fed up with playing this guessing game with this stupid rectangle.
You, on the other hand, were grinning from ear to ear. Skipping to the next song would have been good, but stopping the music altogether was proof enough for you. You knew your phone was fully charged, and so was the speaker, so the only way the music would stop was if something had stopped it!
“Did you not like my music, Brahms?” You laughed to yourself.
Brahms slapped your phone again, trying to make the screen light up after it had gone black again. When the symbols finally showed up again, he started pressing them at random, waiting to hear the sound of your music playing from the bathroom again.
You jumped in surprise when your music started up again, then stopped abruptly as Brahms accidentally paused it once more.
“Brahms?” You called. “You don’t have to keep going.” You were starting to realize in retrospect that you should have started your music at a lower volume in case something like this happened.
Brahms pressed the middle button again, and your music started up once more, on a different song than the one you wanted to skip. He quickly put the phone back on the bed and backed away, not daring to touch it once more.
“Thank you!” He heard you call from the tub. Brahms retreated back into the wall, tired from trying to figure out modern technology.
You were shaking your hands in excitement, smiling like an idiot. You had totally just proved that you were living in a haunted house!
I log into tumblr for like the first time in months whats with all these bots-
Ik this is old and im so late but do you still have the CC? I need itttttt
𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲… 𝐮𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐒𝟒 𝐘𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐬?
i’ve seen Sims 4 stuff float around the SSO tag for the past day and obviously i can’t just sit idle and not do anything!! so here’s….him.
shoutout to @ydris and their SSO/TS4 posts for motivating me to try my own! :)
Hehe Rosie lives at the circus
Yuh peep my unfinished drawing in the back
There people in my house changing windows and Im to embarrassed to watch One Piece while they're here.
But Im not embarrassed to play SSO or do SSO stuff.
Does anyone want to share their SSO oc with name, a picture and where they live? Can be either a drawn pic or a screenshot from the game. I just need a pic of their face.
It doesnt need to be location of your homestable. Just where you think your character would live.
I want to try to make a map/adress book where all ssoblr mcs lives.
Lets see how many are loners and how many are neighbours.
Ew
saw her while looking for videos on the friesians and I can’t believe she’s tried to come back yet again.