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ANNE HATHAWAY accidentally falling while filming:

"I've met Hades, and I didn't find him particularly impressive," Alice admitted with delight, "he was very upset I got away from him."

As a niffin, Alice wasn't actually dead, and she found good reason to mock the god of the underworld for having to deal in disgusting humans and so, he couldn't take her.

"The underworld cannot have me anyway," she responded, perky as can be, not minding the other woman's knife at all.

"Then he'll want you back." Okay, that was a bit rude. Oh, who was Deimos kidding? She was rude all the time. But she didn't like people running in, acting like they control everything. She was the one with the blood of the gods, they were suppose to be stroking her ego, not the other way around.

But, at the comment of the pyramidal artifact, she raised a brow. "What pyramidal artifact?" She, of course, knew exactly artifact that they were talking about. But it only worked for those with the blood of the gods anyway... and, supposedly, Aspasia, but that was the only person she knew of that the godly blood rule didn't apply for.

Hey guys! It's been a hot minute since I've posted anything on here, but I'm gonna show you what I've been working on!

Version 0.9 of the Sims 4 Apocalypse Challenge Rebuild! Inspired by the rules found on simslegacychallenge.com, but reworked and modernized to fit today's Sims 4 and its many expansions.

Hey guys! It's been a hot minute since I've posted anything on here, but I'm gonna show you what I've been working on!

Version 0.9 of the Sims 4 Apocalypse Challenge Rebuild! Inspired by the rules found on simslegacychallenge.com, but reworked and modernized to fit today's Sims 4 and its many expansions.

Ava understood wanting to protect one's child. She'd certainly used her advantages for her daughter's sake, though never nearly as crudely as their illustrious mayor. Still, Donna was happy, safe because of the environment Ava had provided for her. If someone came into town to threaten that, Ava Troy couldn't say she'd bear it gracefully either.. in comparison perhaps, but it was a low bar compared to two women fighting over Henry.

"Hm, that certainly explains why you're here.. four hours early, doing your homework in my kitchen." Not an uncommon occurrence to be fair, Ava had watched both Mills children while their mother and the late sherif Graham had been occupied elsewhere. Ava didn't soften exactly, she rarely let that happen completely.. she had standards to maintain, but her tone was light, slightly teasing. Homer purred, content with his current place.

Minerva shrugged slightly. "Henry's not required a babysitter at home, but he knows to call me if he needs something. He usually keeps me up to date on what he's doing, even if he doesn't tell mom. At least it's quiet here." Henry being yelled at for wanting to spend time with his birth mom would only result in her yelling at their mother for yelling at Henry. "Emma seems nice, but... way out of her depths in the whole parent thing. And I fear that the only person who's going to end up hurt in this feud is Henry."

Minerva had been babysitting Donna since... well Ava couldn't quite remember when. She was a responsible and capable young lady.. Donna adored her and little Henry. Which was in part, exactly the trouble… the tension in the Mills house had worsened after Sherif Swan had first sauntered into town. Neither of the children seemed to be left unscathed.

Minerva looked over to Ava when she heard her ask if she was all right, then back down to her own work. "Oh, I'm fine." She stroked the head of the cat gently before looking back to her. "It's not exactly a secret the Mills household has been... turbulent... ever since Henry ran off and found his birth mother."

There were times... lives, when Asteria just needed a bit of quiet. A little shop, a shelter... something that let her do the Amazon mission and allowed her to breathe at the same time. Her work had taken her across empires, across oceans... from more populated areas where she could slip through large crowds, to rural and war torn areas that actually needed her help the most. Midvale seemed like a good idea, despite the risks that always came with smaller towns. It'd been too long.. since she'd been this close to the sea. She'd been looking out at the waves when she felt herself being watched. Out of the corner of her eye, Asteria could see a girl, no older than thirteen by the looks of her.

At first, the twelve year old thought she hadn't correctly. Girls getting locked in attics were the things of old stories... then Donna's bright blue eyes caught the look in Mal's green ones.

"Locked in the.... a week... for sitting at the table..." Donna's whole body went still, blue eyes wide in horror. How old must have Mal been? the last time... had she tried before? what kind of monsters- Donna's heart ached... her lip trembled as tears swam in her eyes. She blinked several times, finally looking away from her friend before she broke completely and made this about her own comfort.

"... that's not right." she said at last... her voice shaking on the last word. She was angry, furious even, she was horrified... she was hurting for the child Mal must have been. "That's not- We don't do that here... no one should've done that anywhere."

Mal sighed as she heard Donna say that it wasn't right and that it shouldn't have happened anywhere. "A lot of things happen that shouldn't, Donna. That's how the world works." Did the girl seriously go her whole life without hearing about Gold's shady deals or assume that all kids had happy lives?

"uh yeah there is, I literally just set the table, like two minutes ago." Donna took a step back, her confusion giving way to an almost wounded concern. Was Mal angry with her? Oh... at her last words it started to click, this was because of the mural? Mom hired Mal for a mural.. Mal completed it and got paid... now she thought she was hired help forever? It didn't really make sense to Donna, but there was at least logic to follow.

Mal sighed, looking away for a moment before looking back to Donna. "It's not about want, Donna." After another long sigh, she straightened up and set her sketchbook down on the bed. This kid had to know, right? Her mom knew her home life had sucked. Surely, Donna did, too. How is her apprehension to sit at the table any shock?