1940s - Blog Posts
Merry Christmas!!!
Per tradition, all of my TerraLuna Advent gifts from last year are now available here. Enjoy!
https://simfileshare.net/download/897528/
https://simfileshare.net/download/897527/
https://simfileshare.net/download/897525/
https://simfileshare.net/download/897526/
https://simfileshare.net/download/897070/
https://simfileshare.net/download/897068/
https://simfileshare.net/download/896110/
https://simfileshare.net/download/896108/
https://simfileshare.net/download/857750/
https://simfileshare.net/download/857749/
https://simfileshare.net/download/857748/
https://simfileshare.net/download/842101/
https://simfileshare.net/download/842099/
https://simfileshare.net/download/838559/
https://simfileshare.net/download/838560/
https://simfileshare.net/download/1124034/
https://simfileshare.net/download/1124031/
https://simfileshare.net/download/1124033/
https://simfileshare.net/download/1124030/
https://simfileshare.net/download/964828/
2017 TerraLuna Advent Gifts
http://simfileshare.net/download/386515/
http://simfileshare.net/download/386516/
http://simfileshare.net/download/399748/
http://simfileshare.net/download/399749/
http://simfileshare.net/download/399750/
2016 TerraLuna Advent Gifts
As a little Christmas gift to my followers, I’ve decided to make my old TerraLuna advent gifts available here. Enjoy! :)
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/142240/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/142241/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/143330/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/144297/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/145202/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/145203/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/146224/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/146225/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/146898/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/146899/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/148467/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/148468/
http://simfileshare.net/download/149195/
http://simfileshare.net/download/149196/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/149429/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/149873/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/149874/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/149876/
http://www.simfileshare.net/download/149877/
http://simfileshare.net/download/150156/
Gifts I’ve Shared at Other Sites
Just a few of the gifts I’ve shared with others over the last couple of years. :)
Available at Madoria’s World.
Available at the 2016 CTO Advent Event Page.
Both sets available at TerraLuna (registration required).
Victor Hollywood Bedroom
The Art Deco bedroom in this postcard really caught my eye. I really loved the contrast between dark wood and soft pastel colors.
Now, your Simmies can have this bedroom. Enjoy!
http://simfileshare.net/download/448555/
Great Room in San Francisco
An illustration of a medium-sized, open concept, beach-style kitchen with shaker cabinets, white cabinets, marble countertops, a multicolored backsplash, mosaic tile, stainless steel appliances, and a peninsula is shown.
High King Peter the Magnificent; War; Sword of Aslan; the Boy-King; the Once-And-Future-King
before, in the shadows of a life that has long ceased to be your own, war was suits and uniforms, severe men and overworked mothers. war was looming large, approaching fast. war was terror lurking in the skies, a constant fear of the open air. war was everywhere; your brother and sister forever slighted by all things turned into luxury inside your home. and sure, you only remember the before once it turns into the after, but war—no matter the where of it all, you remember war.
war: standing tall, standing straight, standing with the weight of worlds borne on youthful shoulders; war: a shadow, a streak of vivid red and vicious gold; war: a man-turned-boy-turned-man.
war: steady arms that cling with welcome desperation, a rallying cry that makes your heart burn bright; war: a stumbling boy bearing skies that turn red before they ever find their blue. war: familiar like no other, from cradle to your shaking adult hands.
before-turned-after, you hear your mother—unsweetened tea, old perfumes, and factory oils scrubbed out with rationed soap—whisper to her friends about war. you sit on wooden steps—not stone, never stone in the after—and dig your nails into your shins. war, forever burning bright, sits at your back with the skies and the sword's edge. you lean to feel the shift in his breath, to remember that with everything lost, war remains.
she let the war in, your mother says in words tinted with war-weak drink. she lets war sleep on the same floor as her children, she confesses, like a wolf amongst sheep. you dig your nails deeper. war, his forehead against your back, sighs.
you know war best, cradle to the here and now. he wipes your tears with too-soft hands until you miss the swords and bows like the air inside your lungs. he brushes your sister's hair, listens to your brother with intent. war holds it together in the cracked marble that you've all become. war, warm and familiar, holds on tight.
when you start to wear your mother's old dresses, outgrowing your own, when you start to paint your lips a new shade of red, war's reflection almost cracks the fragile glass of your composure. he watches, looming, bearing the crimson skies like a gift rather than the curse it grew to be. his eyes—blue still, too blue for england clouds and england air—carry even more, a looking glass for worlds long closed to you and him. the curve of his smile makes you ache for string and wood, makes your fingers crave the weight of pulling it all taut. his shoulders are broad, his hands calloused again.
over your shoulder, your mirror shows a sword stained beyond repair. you ache with the wish for the battlefield. you fear it as you always did, even when you called it home. war, a rag in hand and shoulders straight, hums in tune with the memory of arrows loosened from your gentle hands.
you leave before the blood can reach your polished shoes.
——susan pevensie learns of ares, of atlas, of war on a horse. she weeps for the brother she finds in them.