toadysims

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I'm toady [23 she/her] I've been playing Sims for probably around ten years, first starting with Sims 3 and as of 2016 sims 4. I wanted to make a simblr because I wanted a place to show my sims and be apart of this community that I watched for years! I have had cc and mods for as long as I can remember having this game, it has become so intercut when making my sims, houses, and worlds.

    A cold winter morning, one where there is a fresh layer of that perfect powdery snow that forms the best snowballs. Not too hard that, when you throw it, it just pelts your target in the arm, but not too soft that, when you try to throw it, it just blows away like dust. The sun is shining to give a little warmth to the chilling breeze, and that sunny atmosphere also pokes through the curtains of Peyton's bedroom. Just enough that it is hitting her in the eye as she is trying to sleep, it was light enough to wake her from her slumber. Her eyes tightened shut as she groaned at the sun for waking her up, then rolled to her other side before sitting up, tossing her legs over the edge of her bed.

    The morning started slowly. Peyton stretched as she trotted her way down the stairs to her kitchen. She made an acai bowl with various fruits on top and chia seeds. Like most mornings, she ate in silence. A quirk that she had since adolescence, and longingly missed when she was in university in her dorms. It was hard to find a quiet place, besides the library, but to Peyton, it had always felt wrong to eat there. She let out a deep breath, a breath of absolute peace. When she finished eating, she went back up the stairs to her bathroom and got herself ready for the day. She had an appointment with her therapist, then checked the mail, bills, bills, oou and coupons! Score! 

    Peyton pulled a claw clip off her kitchen counter and pinned her hair up. Her father is good at woodwork and making various types of furniture. As a present for graduating from university, he made her a collapsible foodstand that could be able to set up at different locations. Today, her main street was busy enough, so she decided to try to sell some things just right outside. She made plenty of pastry items and hot chocolate, which seemed most suitable for the weather. It was a little after noon when she got herself all set up, taking multiple trips to get her goods on display. The final trip in the house was to grab her coat and beanie that were by the door.

    At first, it was very slow; people would just walk by and not even look her way. This brought doubts to the young girl's mind. Was she in over her head? Why did she think outside of her house was a good idea? She's not running a lemonade stand. Yet before she knew it, she had gotten her first customer, then another, then another. They all seemed to really enjoy her pastries and, honestly, especially the hot chocolate, very suitable. She couldn't help but smile to herself, seeing all of the people around her standing, enjoying their food. She continued with this for a while, and the goods were getting low, almost done for the day, just a few more. 

    She served two older women hot chocolate and thanked them, then saw a familiar face directly behind them. Wyatt..? She pursed her lips as she cupped her cheek. What was he doing here? Was he there to see her, or just for the food? When he turned to face her, she straightened up and folded her hands together, trying not to make it obvious how nervous she was. “Hey Stranger, I was in the neighborhood and thought I would stop by.” He said with a gentle but kind smile on his face. Shivers went up her spine as she responded, “Oh, did you want to try a pastry..? It's on the house!” Her eye twitched for a moment with the slight word vomit, then watching him shake his head. “Oh no, uh. Say, how about when you finish up, you and I go take a walk?”

   “Okay, okay, I’m ready. Tell. Me. Everything.” Alyse said,d closing the front door of Peyton’s condo. Alyse has been Peyton’s best friend since the end of freshman year of high school. They were in different classes, but at the beginning of the year, Alyse changed dance companies to the one Peyton was at. Now, for most of that year, they were nowhere near friends, nor were they enemies. They just didn’t really talk or have an interest in talking until the end of that year. Their company was putting on an annual end-of-the-year performance, this year being Swan Lake. Auditions were conducted, and roles had just been printed and posted on the bulletin board in the hall. 

    Peyton begged her dad to pull her out of school early that day so she could see where she placed. With a dance bag in hand, the young girl scurried into her dance company. She had her eyes on Odette; she knew she had aced her audition. There was no way she didn’t get the part. Young Payton walked as quickly as she could without running to the hall where that sheet of paper held her whole position in this company in its hands. There were already some girls there with mixed emotions on their faces. 

    That’s good news. You would be able to tell who got Odette. They’d be gleaming down the halls. Biting her lower lip, she marched up to the paper and placed her finger on the side of the paper that had the dancers' names. The, re Payton McRae! Playing as, her finger scrolled to the other side of the paper, The Hungarian Princess? Her smile faltered a little as her finger went to the other side of the paper and placed it on Odette. Who else could’ve gotten her?  Only to see it was the headteacher's own child.

    “You auditioned for Odette, too?” A slightly familiar voice said, making Peyton turn her head. There stood Alyse with a slightly disappointed expression on her face as well. “Yeah.. Me too. You’re looking at the Italian Princess.” Alyse said with an eye roll, making Peyton let out a slight laugh. From that point, the two girls bonded and a friendship flourished between them, being inseparable ever since. 

    Peyton spent most of her hungover day at home. After kicking that Wyatt guy she had met the night before out of her house, she threw herself in the shower and honestly soaked in there for over an hour.  She did some unpacking of her bedroom and kitchen, sort of avoiding the living room most of the day. When it was close to sunset, she realized she had not spoken to her best friend the whole day; she definitely needed a session. After shooting a text, Alyse was over at her place within the next hour.

     “Well, go on. Spill it, what happened last night?” Alyse pushed on, leaning in towards her friend with a glimmer in her eyes. Peyton took a deep breath before recapping the whole night and early morning that occurred, her friend nodding and making humorous comments here and there throughout. “Was he cute at least?” Alyse chuckled, making Payton laugh. “Extremely. I feel bad for kicking him out so abruptly. I was feeling so sick.” 

Drunken Mistakes..

Thump. Thump. Thump.

   Peyton’s head pounded as she slowly opened her eyes, grumbles escaping her lips as she sat up in her bed. Her bed, that’s a good start. Her eyes scanned the room, some clothing on the floor. She looks down at herself; she’s in her university sweater that she bought her freshman year. In her own bed and in her own clothes? This is going better than most hangovers. Peyton rubbed the back of her neck as she swung her feet over the edge of her bed to get up. Yup, there it is. Nausea. She rubbed her temples with her left hand as her other arm rested on her thighs, staying there waiting for the nausea to mellow. 

    When she was finally able to stand up without getting dizzy or nauseous, she shuffled her way to the restroom. A pout formed on her lips as she turned the bathroom switch up, and that glaring overhead light burned her retinas. With furrowed brows, she got into her medicine cabinet and pulled out a few pain medicines, popping two pills in the palm of her hand. With a deep breath, Peyton bent over, turned on her sink, and got herself a mouthful of water, then popped the two pills in her mouth. Gulp. Peyton audibly sighed as she rested her hands on the edge of her sink. “You are never drinking again, Peyton McRae.. Never.” The girl said into the mirror, seeing a girl covered in smeared mascara, with a slightly green tint to her skin from the rumblings in her stomach.

     She shook her head and stumbled her way out of the bathroom, deciding at that moment that she's gonna grab some crackers from her cabinet and some water from her fridge, and she will be bedridden for the rest of the day. Fuck unpacking. A smile formed on her lips as she slowly started making her way down the stairs, somehow not registering the clothes lying out on the steps. Clothes that she doesn't recognize. With her hand on the rail, she dropped off the last step, a thump coming from the floor. That final step, she had entered the kitchen and was on her way to the fridge when she had turned her head.

There on the couch was a man. An almost naked one with just a pair of boxers on, and her favorite throw draped over his legs. Payton froze in her place, jerking her head to the left and finally seeing the clothes thrown about on her stairs. “Shit.Shit.Shit.” She was so close to a nontroublesome hangover, couldn't he have snuck out? She chewed on her bottom lip as she snuck over to the edge of the couch where his feet were.

Slowly, she lifted her foot above the couch and nudged his leg. Nothing. With a roll in her eyes, she repeated the same process, but this time a little harder. “Mmmh,” The man mumbled and bent his foot out of her reach. “Hey. Hey!” She spoke up the second time around, using her foot to now nudge his other leg that was still straight, and with that, the man's eyes shot open and swiftly shot up on the couch. Peyton straightened her posture and used the back of her hand to attempt to wipe the smudged makeup from her eyes. 

The first sight…