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The twins are finally getting sleepy!

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early mornings at the flower company

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Death Type: Volcanic Bomb

💼 Supervising Entity: Netherworld Department of Death

🌋 Subdepartment: Final Forecast Facility » From spark to ashes, from puddle to peril «

💀 Reaper: Kalahiwa

⤷ Role: Primal Wraith ⤷ Alignment: Benevolent ⤷ Territory: Sulani

⏳ Decedent: Nalani Mahi'ai

☠️ Death Trigger: Volcanic bombs appear via the Volcanic Activity lot trait or a Sim with the Sulani Mana trait — touch it to risk burning to death ➥ Pack required: Island Living 👻 Ghost Quirk:  ✦ Summon Fire when angry ✦ Extinguish Fire ✦ Summon Volcanic Bombs

Death by Volcanic Bomb ➥ [ x ] ❯❯❯ Island Living & Lot51's Core Library required! ⊱ Unique ghost with its own CAS-selectable trait & custom VFX! ⊱ Ghosts will have the Sulani Mana trait and gain the ability to summon volcanic bombs themselves

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💀 Kalahiwa » The only reaper I’ve seen who offers kava with that stern look on her face. Who does that? Grim on the outside, pure courtesy within. Kalahiwa, darling, never change. « — Donna ✦ Genetics ⊱ Hair + Strand • Eyes • 💀 1 + 2 + 3 ✦ Clothes ⊱ Top • Skirt ✦ Accessories ⊱ Earrings • Necklace • Piercings • Bracelets

⏳ Nalani ⊱ Hair • 🌺 • Tats* • Earrings* • Jwlry 2 + 3 • Top • Bottom • 👠

* Island Living

C R E A T O R S

Volcanic Bomb Mod: @baniduhaine 

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Nalani @oakiyo @aladdin-the-simmer @pyxalicious @cazhan @kumikya

A chill day off and I made this 70's style modern take on my dream home.

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Ezra: Thanks for coming over. I know I’m probably the last person you wanted to see. Atlas: Not the last. Definitely the bottom of the list, but not last. Ezra: [awkward laugh] Atlas: …

Ezra: Um, so, how are you and your sister? Atlas: Are you kidding me? Ezra: What? Atlas: Can we cut the bullshit? We are not old friends catching up. Just tell me why you’re here.

Ezra: I moved to the Bay a few years ago. I swear, I had no idea you were out here, let alone that I was dating your sister-in-law. Atlas: I don’t understand. You left? Turned your back on all of it? Ezra: Yes. The town, the church, everything. Same as you. Atlas: Why? What changed your mind?

Ezra: I wouldn’t even know where to begin. But Henry was a big part of why I started questioning things, and then— Atlas: Henry? Ezra: [nods] He had a really hard time after you left. I realize now that talking him into staying was the worst thing I could’ve done. He was so unhappy. Atlas: Was? Is he…?

Ezra: No. No no no, sorry, he’s okay. He’s good now. Atlas: [sigh of relief] Ezra: About a year before I left, after a particularly awful night, I gave him what I could of my savings and helped him leave.

Atlas: So, how do you know he’s good now? Ezra: [pointing] Behind you.

Ezra: He traveled all over and sent me postcards along the way. Atlas: … Ezra: He found you, in San Myshuno. Atlas: Really? He never contacted me. Ezra: He said he saw you with someone, and that you looked happy. He didn’t want to disrupt your life, so he stayed away.

Ezra: Eventually, he settled down in Henford of all places. He has a small cottage where he raises chickens. Prize-winning eggs apparently. Atlas: [chuckles] That’s perfect. He always dreamed of a quiet life in the country. Sprawling green hills and blue skies and a bunch of smelly animals. For a while, he was obsessed with the idea of raising llamas.

Ezra: Really? He never told me that. Atlas: Not surprising. You always had a way of shitting on his dreams, tearing them down. Ezra: [incredulous] I did not. Atlas: Oh please, you did so. He thought the world of you, and you used him.

Ezra: I— Atlas: You are a self-righteous asshole who told yourself that you were looking out for him, “guiding him”, but the truth is, you made him feel small. In fact, I think you liked that he was gay because it made you feel superior. And now, what, you want a goddamn medal for getting him out of there when you were the reason he was stuck there in the first place?! You never cared about him. You just needed to ease your own conscience because you could no longer deny the damage you caused.

Ezra: You have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m the one that’s been by his side all these years. You’re the one who left! Atlas: I had no choice! And I tried to take him with me. But you stopped him. You made him feel like there was something wrong with him. You didn’t stay by his side because you cared about him. You kept him around to feed your fucking ego.

Atlas: How bad did things have to get, huh? How bad before you realized you couldn’t “fix” him? Before you realized you’re the one who fucking broke him?!

Ezra: Get out of my house. Atlas: Gladly.

Atlas: Stay the fuck away from me and my family. That includes Iris and Spencer.

To say the last few weeks of culinary school under the tutilage of Robert "Bob" Pancakes has been stressful would be an understatement. Maybe as the new standard Fe will be able to ease through the rest of the program. At least now she has a budding friendship with the heir to the Pancake empire, Iggy Pancakes. Hopefully Fe will be able to stay out of the complicated relationship between Bob and his son.

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Bob: "I expect perfection. Less than that and what is the point? I am here to make chefs out of you— not to be disappointed by talentless amateurs.

It's time to put the skills you've been developing over the last few weeks to the ultimate test. Me."

Bob (to Ezra): "I am very curious to know, at what point in your cooking process did you decide this was appropriate to serve to me?"

Bob (to Alexandra): Spices and herbs are not optional in this kitchen. They are required. You would do well to remember that."

Bob (to Iggy): "Truthfully I expected worse from you."

Iggy (angrily): Is that a compliment, Chef Pancakes?"

Bob: "If you have to ask the answer is no."

Bob (to Fe): This is... surprisingly edible. The seasoning of your shrimp blends perfectly with the avocado confit. Very bold choice.

Fe (excited): Thank you, Chef. I've been practicing the technique of—"

Bob interrupts

Bob: "Don't get too cocky. You have a long way to go before your food is deserving of any real compliments."

Fe: "Yes, Chef."

Bob: "With that said. Pass."

Fe: "Thank you, Chef."

Bob: "Of all of you chef—"

Fe: "Fe. Fe Murillo-Waller."

Bob: "Chef Waller was the least abominable. She is your new standard. Dismissed."

Iggy (to Fe): "So... you're the new standard of excellence."

Fe: "Yeah I guess I am."

Iggy: "You don't sound very excited."

Fe: "I am deep down. But more pressure from that madman isn't exactly ideal.

Iggy: "If you think that's bad imagine growing up with that mentality. And apply it to everything not just cooking."

Fe: "Oh, you're Iggy Pancakes."

Iggy: "Yeah.. just don't hold it against me. Listen, Fe, don't sweat it about Bob. I promise his only concern is food. Here put your number in."

Fe: "Why?"

Iggy: "I've already watched my dad drive one woman to drinking. I can't in good conscience let you go down like that."

Fe: "Wow. Pushy and already divulging childhood traumas. You don't waste time, Iggs."

Iggy (laughing): "I can already tell we're gonna be good friends."

𝒾'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝑔 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀