The Liebster Award

It's been awhile since I've posted anything on this blog and I couldn't think of a better post to break the two and a half weeks of post-less-ness. I am ecstatic to announce that I've been nominated for a Liebster Award. I'd like to thank the lovely lovesstorms- who writes The Ramsey Wishacy, a Sims 3 legacy story, and There Goes the Neighborhood, a Sims 4 commentary story; I highly suggest reading them if you haven't had a chance to yet- who nominated me.

 

Now, if you're anything like me, you've been browsing Sims story blogs and you keep seeing posts entitled 'Liebster Award' and you have absolutely no idea what it is. After reading several of these posts and doing some research, er, uh, ehem Googling, I've discovered that 'Liebster' is a German word (ah, yes the German language, the language I have been meaning to learn to appease the maternal Hey-We're-German-We-Live-In-Germany-AND-We're-Bilingual side of my family, but haven't because procrastination) that means favorite, love, pleasant; the award is for blogger's favorite blogs who have under a certain number of followers.

If you're nominated, than you must:

•  Answer the eleven questions your nominator posted for you
• Nominate  five to eleven other bloggers for the award
• Post eleven questions for your nominees to answer

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Now, without further ado, I'll do the first thing on the list and answer lovesstorms lovely eleven questions:

• When you write, do you choose the computer or paper/pen?

Whenever I am writing for my Sims blogs, I tend to write on the computer, because I find it easier than having to re-type everything after I've written it down in a notebook. I do, however, scribble ideas- themes for generations, names, etc.- for my legacies down on paper. If I'm writing a non-Sims story I also tend to use paper and pen, since inspiration strikes me at the oddest times when I cannot always access my computer or phone to type and I feel like paper/pen adds a bit of a personal touch to what I'm writing.

• Do you write your story ahead of time, then take photos (if you have any)? Or do you take photos, then write?

I tend to map out how I want a legacy's generation to go (generation two spoiler for example, I knew that in the second generation of this legacy I wanted Tiffani to go to France and have fertility issues later on in life.), so I'll write out any scenes that I have planned out in mind, than I'll open up the game and get pictures and see how each Sim interacts with each other (Tiffani had little pink hearts when she saw Francois, so I decided to make him her love interest)- which may slightly alter my original plan- and take pictures of them, than I'll exit and go back to Blogger and finish or begin, depending on how inspired I was prior ot playing the game, the chapter.

• What made you want to start writing? A book? Life? A person? Other?

I've always loved writing; in primary school I remember having to write short stories and poems and essays, so I supposed my teachers helped nurture my love, as I grew older, my love of writing deepened. I'd discovered and read several Sims stories on the forums shortly after buying the base game and registering for thesims3.com and thought "Hey, I could do that too!" so I created a Blogger account and penned the URL alyssaterrans100babychallenge.blogspot.com.

• What’s a country you’ve always wanted to visit?

A European one. Is that a bad answer? I've never traveled outside of the States, so the list of countries I want to visit is a mile long, ranging from our neighbor to the north, Canada, to Austria, to Australia. The list is mainly comprised of European countries, since I'm fascinated by their deep history, the delicious cuisine (I'm talking about your pasta Italy and France's cafe culture), and art. If I could only pick one, however, I would probably say France, since I was obsessed with pink poodle and Eiffel Tower decor as a child.

• Outside of the Sims, what’s another favorite game you play?

I don't play any other video games,  unless you consider apps on my phone to by video games, then the answer is Plague, an app where you're trying to infect every human on earth with a disease by mutating it. I enjoy trivia games and strategic games, I like the Buffy the Vampire Slayer board game, though I can't find anyone willing to sit through an hour of me going off on a fangirl tangent about the show.

• When you become disinterested in your story/characters, what do you do?

Stop blogging. Not forever, just for long enough to enable me to gain a fresh perspective about the story. I'll also throw in an unexpected twist (ever wonder why generation eight ended the way it did? There's your answer) occasionally.

• When you write, do you prefer quiet or noise in the background?

I have difficulty when there's talking or the sounds of television in the background when I write, since I'm easily distracted I'll either go and join the conversation or go and watch the TV show.I do, however, like music to play.

• If everyone stopped coming to your blog, would you continue to write and share?

Indeed; I'm passionate about writing and become involved with my characters' lives, I cannot stand the idea of abandoning something just because other people are disinterested, I'll only stop if my disinterest grows to the point of being irreversible.

• Do you have a routine for reading other blogs, like reading until your caught up on one, then moving to the next one? Or do you enjoy reading little bits of many stories?

I tend to either binge read stories that have been previously published until I am caught up or finished the story or I read the chapters as the author publishes them. I cannot bare the idea of not finishing a story, as long as the author is still publishing decent chapters.

• Do you keep a notepad & pen/phone/tablet by your bed for those late night ideas? If so, do you actually get up and write them down?

Tragically I don't, though I should. My best ideas come to me when I'm either in the shower or late at night, when I'm falling asleep. I thought of an ingenious book idea, fell asleep, and when I woke up I couldn't remember anything bout it.

•  When you write, do you just do a quick glance and post? Or do you take a day or two or more and proofread, move things around, delete, re-write, etc, etc?

I cannot stand to re-read what I write, because I tend to be a perfectionist, so if I read it and end up seeing one misspelling or I end up cringing I'll want to delete the entire chapter and start from the beginning, than I'll read what I wrote, end up deleting it; the cycle will continue infinitely, resulting in me never publishing anything. That's one of the many reasons I haven't published a novel yet.

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Now, onto the second step, my nominees. I love so many, many blogs that I've found it incredibly difficult to narrow it down, these are the first five that I absolutely love (in no particular order). My other legacy, With Love, has also been nominated by the lovely parabee27, and the nominations are *mostly* the same there, so don't feel pressured to answer these questions, especially if you've had other nominations:

• Doors by Hannah (hellohannah2). I binge read this story over Spring break last year and have since fallen in love with all of her characters, as well as her writing style.
• Echos of Eternity by LateKnightSimmer. I remember reading her first story, a one hundred baby challenge, ever since than I've loved reading all her stories, they're engaging and absolutely fascinating, with characters who you can't help but love or, in some cases, despise (not to mention she's wonderful at CAS-ing, some of the main characters are swoon worthy ;) ).  Also she's been one of my biggest supporters through out my blogging endeavors and I'm incredibly grateful for that and I wanted to make sure that she knew.
• The Vulpasiah Legacy by parabee27. This legacy is full of suspense and has been on my 'legacies to read' list for forever.
• The Rose Legacy by newoangel. An amusing, amazing, engaging legacy with some rather lovely looking sims.
• Chasing Rainbows by Arrowleaf. There's so much love that I have for this legacy, I discovered her stories by reading the first few chapters of her one hundred baby challenge, than I began reading that legacy. It's humorous and heart breaking and there's just so much love for it.
• I was going to nominate the Serillion Legacy, because I loved it so insanely much, I binge read it, than I forgot to book mark it, spent awhile attempting to track it down, than added it to my favorite stories to ensure I wouldn't lose it again. Tragically, when I visited the blog, the author's apparently deleted it.

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Now, onto the final part, my questions for the nominees. I know some of you have already been nominated, so don't feel pressured to answer these questions. ☺

1. What inspired you to start a blog for your Sims story?
2. Looking back, is there anything you regret writing or any plot points you had wished you'd tackled differently?
3. Is there a Sims world that you prefer using for your story?
4. Are you a dessert person? Do you find people who are not dessert people odd? Do you watch the television show New Girl? (If you answered "Yes" to the last question, than the first two might seem less odd.)
5. How do you think of names for your characters?
6. If you could create a spin-off stories for one of your characters, which character would you create it for and what would it be about?
7. If you had a machine that produced $100 dollars for life what would you be willing to pay for it today?
8. Do you have a favorite book or author?
9. What inspired you to begin writing?
10. Do you like building the lots you need for your story's pictures (if you have pictures) or do you prefer using/downloading pre-made ones?
11. Do you procrastinate?

 xx,
Jill (aka mfb426 on the Sims forums aka TheJanesLegacy on Blogger)

Bit of Boring Nine: Labor

 This chapter discusses generation four's Holly Parlin, Parker's wife.

"I... I... Dammit!" I cried, withering pain, tugging at every inch of me.

The family had insisted in no epidural, they insisted the birh be as natural as possible. Overcompensating for having a surrogate; that's what they were doing. They wanted a water birth, something I'd politely declined. I wasn't giving birth- especially the first time- in what was essentially a kiddie pool.

"Holly, darling," Ms. Waitsling cooed, gently patting my head. "Do you need anything? Ice chips? Anything?"

"No-o." I moaned, my breaths were labored, as I attempted to refrain from cursing, somehing the prestigious family frowned upon, an demanding drugs. If Joycèe Waitsling, a tall brunette with skin the color of honey, her eyes warm caramel, and her husband, Jared Jonathan Waitsling Junior had come to me shortly after I told one of my friends, a fellow surrogate, that I needed money desperately and I had no desire in selling my eggs. I didn't want any baby running around, looking like me, unless I was raising it. 

She'd told me surrogacy was a great choice. Most woman who employed her ha issues with their filopian tubes or their uturus or had lives where pregnancy would be too risky; they needed someone to be their test tube, their oven to stick her and her husband's bun in. 

I'd redialy agreed, going through the process, a long, grueling process. 

Now I was dying on sheets someone else had given birth on forty-eight hours ago. 

"The doctor said it'll be soon." She told me, as her husband readied the video came. 

Damn. Some odd couple was going to have a permanent record of what my women parts looked like while a watermelon emerged from them. 

"Remember," Jared said, in a gruff voice, "push."

I smiled weakly, nodding. They'd only accompanied me to three times a week birthing classes every week after I hit the third trimester. 

"And breath." Joycèe added. "Deep breaths."

"We cannot wait to meet Jared Jonathan lll!" If I ever have children, I refuse to name them after myself or my husband; I found the concept ridiculous, unorgional. Pick something new for the first name; this was why we had middle names, is you can flatter someone, yet the child will never use it if it ends up being terrible. 

"Or Jane Joycèe Jaylean June." Joycèe replied. "After my mother, me, my sister, and my grandmother."

4J or J.J. the third. 

Lovely choices. 

"Alright!" The doctor exlaimed, entering the room, walking toward me. "I think it's time to deliver a baby!"

Generation Ten Alternate Ending

The way this legacy ended wasn't my original intent; I wasn't going to have Rye meet back up with Vance, however after her father died from old age in my Sims game and I threw a funeral party and Vance showed up (I'm not sure why, I think maybe because technically he's Remy's brother in-law, since she married and had two children with Zander) and I'm not sure how that makes him related to Xavier... Rambles aside, after that, I decided to change the course of this legacy.

I wrote part of a chapter before I changed my mind, however, and I didn't want to completely discard it.
The background it this:

• Ryelynn has a bachelor’s in Physics with a minor in robotic engineering from UCLA, a master’s in physics, and was accepted into Stanford, where she earned her doctorate
• She built a time machine, ventured into the future, loses time machine
• Time travel turns out to be illegal (still) because the government is afraid that if anyone travels into the future people will discover, that the utopia they live in, which bans sadness, anyone who shows signs of depression/mental illness is exiled from society (I was inspired by this book)
• She found some hunky guy who helped hide her away
• She works in the future for two years as a robotic mechanic, builds a time machine
• Hooks up with hunky guy

 This is leading up to the hook up:

Delicate thing, be being here, me existing here for two years could easily enough hurt it, but telling him was something bigger. I couldn’t expect a real relationship; not with someone who was centuries younger than me.

“You.”

“Ryelynn…” He whispered. “Time Traveler Protocol Law, you’re not supposed to be here, I lied, told them you were a visitor from Planet 57, I…”

“See? This is why I kept it a secret, I knew that you couldn’t, you’ve already done so much.” I turned away, facing the wall. Out of everyone I’ve ever gone out on a date with, Vance, my first love, Frank, the jock who got me my internship, Elliot, who I met during the internship and dated later, in college, Orval, my senior prom date,  I felt more passion, more love towards ___ then I did to all of them combined.

“Don’t be hurt.” He said. “Ryelynn Janes, this world was boring until you came along, I was just someone who worked for Protect the Future then, never doing anything even mildly daring, you make me feel… I don’t know, peculiar.”

“I do?” I asked, turning around.

“You do.”

He leaned forward, placing his hands on my waist. We were centimeters away from each other, suddenly he pushed be against the wall, began kissing me, biting my lip, as I shocked stood there, before I took my hands and placed them in his hair, gripping on to it as our bodies melded. He took his hand, began clawing at my clothes.

“Wait…” I pulled away. “If we’re going to do this, can we do this old fashioned? You know, a bed…”

“Yes.” He huskily said, taking my hand, leading me outside. He strapped on his jetpack, as I strapped on mine; within minutes we were in his bedroom. He picked me up, then lowered me onto the bed, he lay down, began kissing me. “You’re so…”

“What?” I asked, slipping his shirt off of, kissing his hard, muscular chest.

“Selfie.”

“Selfie?” I sat, up, “Oh my God- Haha, oh-“ I cluctched my stomach, bareeling forward with laughter. “I’m sorry! Really, it’s not you!”

“What?” He moved away, looking hurt.

“No, please, come back!” I stood up, in my bra and skirt, as he walked away. “Selfie mean a self-portrait, that’s why I was laughing, you didn’t know.”

“I read it in a twenty-first century history book, I thought it was a good thing.”

“You didn’t know.” I said, taking his hand. “Here’s something you do know, though, I want you so bad. Inside me. Now.” I kissed him, as we lowered ourselves to the floor. He was lying flat on his back, looking in awe at me, while I pulled off his last pieces of modesty, slipping off my lacy underthings, lowering myself onto him. The rest of the afternoon was passion and sweat.

  Then:

• Ryelynn oes back to the present, finds out that hunky guy turned out to be the government leader-president-monarch person who turns out to have OCD and was terrified his mother, who was ruler prior to him, would find out and get rid of him
• Upon further investigation Ryelynn discovers negativity is banned because hunky guy's great-great-grandfather was depressed and committed suicide, prompting his great-great-grandmother to create that law
• Ryelynn returns to the future, tells hunky guy everything, who informs her that he cannot change the people's ways, as long as his mother still is alive
• They scheme to fake his death, then smuggle him back to the present
• He fakes his death, however his mother finds out that he is still alive
• He gives Rye a ring and promises her that they'll be together forever
• He and Ryelynn are rushing to the time machine, when the guards capture him
• Ryelynn returns to the present, never venturing back to the future
• A few years later she marries some guy who works at the lab with her
• They have triplets, two boys- they name one Jonathan Xavier, after her dad, and call him Xavier, the other is named Herbert George, after H. G. Wells, but call him George- and a girl. She is named Dorthy Rose, after Ryelynn's husband's grandmother. They're all brunette
• None of her children are interested in time travel or science; they're interested in marine biology, like Anderson, Rye's uncle, modeling, like Hadley, and being a kindergarten teacher.
• Fast forward a few decades, Rye is a grandmother, she has five grandchildren, two blonde twin girls, one brunette boy, one raven haired boy, and one girl who has red hair
• On Rye's deathbed, she tells her red haired granddaughter, who loves science and time travel, about traveling to the future and gives her the ring that hunky guy gave her

It kinda Romeo and Juliet/Titanic inspired. ☺

xx,
Jill

March 20 + Photo Shoot/Pose Testing

GAHFADL! Each time I see that my blog's reached a viewer milestone, I'm astounded; I'm in awe that this blog lasted two years, yet a few weeks ago- almost a month; March 20, 2015- marked this blog's second anniversary... I'm ecstatic, because anything can simply exist for two years, however this blog isn't just existing, people are reading, commenting, making my technological frustrations worth it, helping motivate me...
As a bit of a thank you, here's a photo shoot that's me testing out new poses.
I was thinking of calling this a maternity photo shoot, because Ryelynn (who I am using because I didn't want to have to create a new simmy) is pregnant, however I'm not actually testing cutesy maternity poses, I'm testing out Puccamichi's calendar girl pose pack which are supposed to be a tad risque. There's twelve, one for each month, and some of the poses have a bit of clipping since Rye's in her second trimester. Now, without further ado, here are the photographs:

January

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

So those are the twelve calendar poses, which are wonderfully made by Puccamichi and can be downloaded here.
Also, here are a few more pictures of me messing around with other poses.

In the bottom right one, I believe Rye looks a bit... perturbed. Is it just me? She seems vaguely threatening.
Thank you so much for reading, commenting, and viewing!

xx,
Jill

The End of an Era

   I wasn't sure how long it would take me to finish this legacy, or if I would manage to, however I, still fairly new to blogging, powered up my computer, opened Microsoft paint, created the first blog header, logged into Blogger, picked the first generic layout and color scheme (many followed, I grew rather bored with the blog's appearance often), penned the URL thejaneslegacy.blogspot.com and suddenly had created my first Sims 3 legacy.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Alyce Janes, the blonde who moved to Bridgeport and began it all.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Tiffani Janes, the France admiring author, whose twin brother knocked up her best friend, who married the affectionate physician.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Gabrielle Janes, the raven headed singer who lost the lover who caused her to lose touch with her parents- only to be reunited with them years later- and then date a psychopath.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Parker, the PI, who fathered the legacy's first set of triplets.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Trevor, the firefighter whose colleague was hesitant to date.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Kayleigh, whose life was tragic, who admired the wrong man, who passed so young and deserved so much more.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Hazel, who loved a redhead named Rosie, whose father hated her for being a lesbian, who loved the earth and all its creatures.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Harbor, a sea loving man who sailed to the Virgin Islands, who tracked down a mermaid and married her, only to find out that it wasn't real, then fly to Vegas and marry wife number two, and pass away after tragedy struck.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Phoebe, who experienced the loss of both parents so young, yet was able to raise her younger brother, successfully attend college, start her own interior design firm, while having her family support her, regardless of what occurred.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Hadley, Ryelynn, Remy, Felix, and Chester, the last children of this legacy, who grew up in a loving home, who were artists and rebels and winners and losers and loved each other dearly, because they understood nothing was more important than family.

   Ten generations of children, ten generations of love, ten generations of heartbreak, of laughter, of hate, of regret, of rebellion, of freedom, of remorse, of sorrow, of joy... I do not believe I could ever summarize each generation properly in one sentence, nor could I summarize this legacy in one sentence, however I did try, because I wanted to thank you. I want to thank you for sticking through the  new color schemes and layouts, the new computers (I went through three during this legacy), the bad pictures, the good pictures, the lack of pictures... 
   I do not believe you'll ever understand how much I've grown and changed throughout these two years, nor do I think you'll ever understand how grateful I am to each and everyone of you, for every page view, every comment, every vote in every poll, for this may be the simple end of a legacy to some, however to me it is the end of an era. The Janes' Era.

xx, 
Jill

10.14: Past, Present, Future

NOTE: This is the *single tear drips down my cheek, from the corner of my right eye* last chapter of The Janes Legacy. The final chapter...

   "You found something? Please, Vance, say that you've found something." I gazed at him, my eyes wide, as he inhaled sharply.
   "Rye..." He trailed off, staring at the illif. "I cannot find anything. There's nothing about us, about a child, about time travelers. I have no idea how Eristlew was able to learn anything."
   "We should have asked him." I murmured, anxiously playing with my nails, scraping off the forest green paint.
   "You know that we can't." We had escaped his home; he'd wanted us to stay hidden, for he was horrified that if he was caught, that eed would occur, that he would be humiliated and exiled from society. The government, based on his paranoid ramblings, were willing to do anything to protect the future and prevent the space time continuum from being destroyed by reckless time travelers.
   "Vance, I'm scared."
   "I know, Rye." He whispered, standing up, hugging me. "We'll... We'll figure this out."
   "Will we? We can't go home, I can't see my family, I'm pregnant with a child who is supposed to prevent the future from being saved, I... Dammit, what do I do? What do we do?"
   "We'll figure it out, Rye, I know we will. Eristlew will protect us until we figure something out."
   "We can't rely on him forever, Vance. I-I- Why'd we get back together anyway?" I spat, distraught. I was pregnant with a fetus that he and I had created, a fetus that wasn't supposed to exist. A fetus that caused time travel to be banned. Why had this happened; what was I supposed to do? Sit idly by in Eristlew's guest bedroom, while the past and future crumbled, colliding?
   "Rye, take a deep breath-"
   "No! Don't you dare tell me what to do." I spun around, as he grabbed onto my shoulder. "Let go of me Vance." His hand slid down my arm, holding onto my hand.
   "Please."
   "I'm going back to Eri-"
   "Pardon me." An elderly voice spoke to us, her tone hushed. "Eristlew, are you talking about him?"
   "Yes." I curtly replied, turning to face her. "Why?"

   "Who are you?" Vance asked.
   "Sheiaj, the illif keeper. Eristlew, he, he came to me, he said that he had time traveler's in his presence. He asked for me to give him the forbidden files, I... I didn't believe him at first. I was hesitant to give him such vital information, but he convinced me, he-he-e said if I were to ever venture into the presence of a Vance and a Ryelynn, I was to show them the files, as well."
   "How can we trust you?" My words hung in the air, solemn, as he glanced from me, to Vance, to me again.
   "Can you afford not to?" Her question was left unanswered, as she gestured for us to follow her. We went through tall shelves of illifs, towering above us, containing the records of the world, the history of society, as she hummed a melody I was unfamiliar with. When we reached a shelf, a shelf taller than all the others, she hummed louder, began pressing different illifs. Her incantation led to shelves parting, as what appeared to be a computer was revealed. "Here. Here is what you need."
   "What do we-"
   "Hush, you cannot mention that I showed you this to anyone. Search for the story of the Janes, it will reveal your family's past, your family's future."
   "Thank you." Vance and I said, simultaneously, as I stepped forward, searching for the story of my family on the machine. Sheiaj turned, leaving, shutting the passageway, gesturing to a hatch in the ceiling and a hover board that we could use for our escape from the room.
   "Ryelynn, I don't feel good about this. It's eerie, it's too well planned out."
   "Can we afford to not go along with these plans? We have no knowledge of this society, we would not be able to blend in... Besides, aren't you curious as to who my ancestors are? Aren't you curious about your child's ancestors?"
   "I... Yes." He replied, gently patting my stomach. "Do it."

  "Just a little, innocent girl who loved to play with her dolls and create stories in her head. That's all she was. The little seven year old girl in second grade who was friends with everyone. The teachers loved her imagination and intelligence. Life was happy and joyous for everyone that met her; My Little Ray of Sunshine, her father would call her. Her life was shielded and safe; the pains of the real world were unknown to her. Until now." I began reading, as a picture of a small, blonde girl who was playing with dolls in a bedroom, a bedroom whose walls her painted with a pink floral pattern, appeared.
   "Who is that?"
   "Umm..." I read on, read as her father left her mother, read as she moved to Bridgeport. "Alyce Janes. My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother. She was the most instrumental member in my family; she caused the Janes family to be the way that it is."
   "Do we have time to go through a family tree that extensive?"
   "We have to."
   "If we're going to be here awhile, then there's something I want to say, before I lose my courage."
   "Why would you need courage?" I chuckled. "Vance, it's me."

   "That's why, because you're you. Ryelynn, you're intelligent, you're attractive, you're humorous, you're kind, and you're the largest nerd I've ever met."
   "W-"
   "Shh, please hold all questions until the end."
   "Fiiinnee, if you insist." I rolled my eyes, smiling, as he chuckled.
   "There was a time, a time close to a decade ago, where I would have sworn I'd never do this. If you'd told me that I'd me here, in the future, with you, with you carrying our child, I would have laughed. I broke up with you because I thought you were selfish, I thought that you only cared about the nerdiness and not me, not the other sides of me... I went to college, I've done all these things and I cannot, no matter where I go, England, Japan, Brazil, no matter what country, no matter what time zone I'm in or what currency I'm using, I cannot stop thinking about you."

   "Vance, what are-" He pulled out a box, a navy blue, velvet box that was too small to be holding a necklace, too small for a bracelet.
   "I've been left by my fiancee a week before our wedding, I've  been in an Irish pub and had everything beaten out of me, I've been to funerals, I've lost my thousand dollar computer, been told that I'm unlovable, yet none of these have pained me more than the idea of me not being able to spend the rest of my life with you. I know the circumstances are not ideal, I know it seems like everything's falling apart, I know that you're perplexed- I am, too- I know that you're an amazing woman who I want to spend the rest of my life with, who I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know."

   "Ryelynn Janes, I want that, when you get to you, when you read the story of you on that computer, it ends with us, living happily ever after, together, with our baby. Will you marry me?"
   "I... I." I paused, staring at the diamond, as my mind slowly processed everything that he had said. "Wait you've had a fiancee." His cheeks blushed, as I bit my lip. "Not the point, the point is..." I took a large breath, as he stared up at me, his eyes wide, like an eager doe. "Yes. Yes, I will."
   'Thank you." He said, as he slid the engagement ring onto my finger.

   "Can you do something for me?" He whispered in my ear, as we pulled away from our kiss. Our first kiss as an engaged couple.
   "Anything."
   "Will you see if the story of the Janes has updated?"
   "No... I don't want to know how our story ends. I want to read it, one page each day, and see how it slowly unfolds."
   "I like that plan better."
    I smiled. "Vance, I want to spend everyday learning a bit about my family's past, while I live through the future with you, as we raise our baby, and work on returning home."
   I didn't know how marrying Vance would change the future, I didn't know how having our baby would change the future, I didn't know when I'd see my family; I didn't know so many things. It was alright, though, because I didn't have to know everything, I cold take a deep breath, smile, and hold Vance's hand as we attempted to make it through this crazy future together. Alyce Janes didn't know what she was starting when she moved to Bridgeport and I didn't know what I was starting when I moved to the future. I could look at my family's history, see how my story ended, or I could live through my life, not knowing. There are somethings better left unknown. The future's one of them.

BoB's + Your Requests

Ello, I just wanted yo post a quick thing saying that, considering that there's only one chapter of this legacy left (*cues the tears*) I will be writing more Bits of Boring. If there's a certain character you'd like to learn more about or if you'd like to see more BoB's for a character I've already written one for, please, feel free to comment and I'll write one for them. If you want that certain character to do certain things or would like me to focus more on parts of their life (marriage, having children, their career, college, etc.) also comment that. ☺

xx,
Jill

P.S. Did you know that when a bar closes, all the Sims go stand outside in a line? I did not.