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#the crane legacy
anamoon63 · 1 month
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"The future only belongs to the future itself, and the future is Electric Youth".
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Okay so, Time Traveler (The Crane Legacy) wasn’t a story in the beginning, it started as just gameplay about a young guy from the future, Robin Crane, a plumbot builder, who travels to the past and meets the woman of his dreams. Robin had a concern, though, in the Oasis Landing population files, no descendants of his were listed, so he became obsessed that he should start having kids right away, so much so, that he got into all the trouble that gave rise to the story.
Then, you know me, I started planning and writing a plot, taking posed photos for the characters, using special saves in both Aurora Skies and Oasis Landing to stage scenes, etc. And, since I had to follow a script, my characters’ lives were kind of on pause. But… in the original Aurora Skies save, where everything started, time and life continued to pass for the Cranes and the Shens (Juliette’s family), something that doesn’t happen in my story saves, where, due to technical reasons, life takes much longer to pass.
I've tried to keep secret what happens in the original Aurora Skies' save, so as not to spoil the story, but since Time Traveler is about, well, time traveling, lol, I thought we could do a little six-year time jump from 2017 to 2023 in order to introduce the next generation (3rd actually) of the Crane dynasty. So, without further ado, I present to you the third generation of Cranes.
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From left to right: Carrie, Wanda, Rowan, Jessica, and Collin. Rowan and Jessica are the oldest with 8 (real life) years; and Collin, Carrie and Wanda are 6 (real life) years old. (Yes, they're all the same height cause I don't use height sliders in order not to mess my game).
As we already know, these five kids are all Robin's children, from three different moms, which are Juliette Shen (Rowan's mom) Kaleigh Chandelace (Collin's mom) and Ann Conners (Jessi, Carrie and Wanda's mom). Despite this, they love each other as if they were full siblings, cause they all have something in common: they have the same father, and some of them, (I am not telling which ones), also share Robin's alien genes. They are currently living their lives at the fullest, learning about their alien powers and preparing to compete among themselves to be Robin's successor. Who of them will make it? I still don't know so I can't tell, and if I knew I wouldn't tell. 😉
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Sorry if this post was too long, or if it seemed like a spoiler, it's just I'm so happy with how this generation turned out that I couldn't resist, and I just can't wait for them to grow so I can tell their stories. 😋
I take this opportunity to say that Time Traveler (the actual story) is not over, it will be back, though maybe not too soon. I'm currently writing the episodes of Part Three: To the Moon and Back, where we will go to Robin's rescue after his abduction by an alien ship, and where, contrary to this post, we'll go back one generation to meet Robin's long-lost parents. It's a long way to go, but eventually we'll get there, then we'll let Robin take a rest as we move on to this brand new third generation. Of course, I want to give my endless thanks to Bee @poses-by-bee, @gabrielabenacci, @anasaquasims and Rayne's Factory and for the poses. As well as to @aroundthesims, @anzuchansims, @ifcasims, @plumdrops, lillka, blakegriplingph (MTS), and sketchbook pixels for the kids' hair and clothing. Proper credits and links here below: POSES
Child Friendship Poses, Child emotion Storytelling Poses, and Child Sit Poses by Bee. Child Posepack by Gaby's Creations. Cute Kid Poses by Rayne's Factory. Child Poses Shy by Anasaquasims.
CLOTHING, HAIR AND SHOES
Jessica: Loose top with Tulle Skirt, Cute Cardigan for Girls and Shine Leggings by Lillka; T-Bar Pointy School Shoes by Blakegriplingph (MTS). Jessica's hair: Nightcrawler Deep S3 Age Conversion by Plumbdrops. Carrie: Ruffle top with Cotton Jacket by Lillka; River (Shorts) by Sketchbook Pixels; Darte 77 Vans Old Skool by Anzuchansims. Carrie's hair is N03 Thyme, also by Anzuchansims. Wanda: Zipped Hoddie 4to3 conversion by ATS3 (Around the Sims 3), Winter Shorts by Lillka, Darte 77 Vans Old Skool by Anzuchansims. Wanda's hair is Anto - Milano by IfcaSims. Rowan: Sforzinda SP42 Hoodie, Studio-K Giruto Multi Pocket Pants and Darte 77/Pixicat Old Boots, all by Anzuchansims. Rowan's hair is Wingssims ER0914 also by Anzuchansims. Collin: Darte Coat and Hoodie, Darte 77 Jeans and Darte 77/Pixicat Old Boots, all by Anzuchansims. Collin's hair is Anto Male 75 by TTS -My Bluebook
Thank you very much to you all for making my game beautiful, interesting and fun. 🤗💗
The quote at the beginning of this post, is from Electric Youth, by Debbie Gibson, one of my all-time favorite songs. 😉✨
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whatwouldvalerydo · 2 years
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The Crane legacy
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"I am the last one. I have decided that ever since I was five and they decided to sacrifice me,that's how old my hate and rage is. What possible chance do you have?"
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hauntedtrait · 1 month
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Aster had a day of disappointments, but the sights were nice!
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koalamysterio · 2 months
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Cillian Murphy as Edward Dillinger in «Tron: Legacy»
Credits goes to Pinterest
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dawnvy · 21 days
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The night died down with the children sat around the roaring fire swapping stories and giggles together with Benji, who had no problem riling them back into giggles into the woodsy night.
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Space Jam 2 Hallmark ornament featuring Bugs Bunny and “Tune” LeBron James. LeBron James spent quite a bit of time as a Looney Tunes character, as he shifted form to match his environment, but he always provided his own voice.
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beebeesiims · 2 months
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in her arrangements, kaylynn demanded there be no black and no sad music. only bright colors, food, laughter and each other.
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simpforsix · 6 months
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Nine: Alright, if you get caught, what are you going to do to get out of it?
Caleb: Mansplain
Isabela: Manipulate
Ran: Manslaughter
Kopano: Malewife
Nigel: Manwhore
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artemfluid · 5 months
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Where I'm From.
A poem by Artem.fluid
I am from a town where nothing happens,
Despite the lives that live there.
I am from a tree seeping sap,
Sticks stuck in dirt
All long gone.
I am from blue music making aliens,
Stolen.
Working
Harder
Faster
Stronger
To be returned.
I am from vicious wind chill, nipping at my skin.
The calling of a winter vortex, keeping me inside.
I am from a little block game,
Dirt and stone bringing screens to life.
I am from lightcycles and disc wars, 
Not wanting to be derezzed.
I am from unscathed bones,
Safely tucked away behind anxiety.
I'm from the jungle gym of a wood framework,
Sturdy and not moving. 
Soon to be stuck behind a wall.
I'm from art big and small,
High and low alike.
I'm from arrows bouncing off bark, 
blunt being simply abused.
I'm from that car stuck in that garage,
covered in cobwebs.
Always broken always working.
I'm from nearby and far out,
The hymn of roads lulling me to sleep.
I am from high winds and heavy rains, 
huffing and puffing and blowing my house down.
I'm from not my house, 
far from home betrayed by nature.
I'm from thousands of words, good and bad.
I am from fuck you. 
Calling you out and running away. 
Not letting you phase me eons after.
I'm from top secret clearance,
What a lie.
I'm from bleach and burning skin, 
rainbows dousing my head.
I'm from restless legs, 
my sleep always escaping me.
From sharks, not in water
but the ocean of my blankets.
I'm from that “scarf” around my neck, 
a friend never leaving my side.
I'm from a good morning during midday.
A finger wiggling at me,
Giggles escaping us all.
I'm from tiny little paws sitting in my hands, 
a ball of fur named Waffles.
I'm from the wives of a crane, 
Flying through rhythm.
Songs about woes and issues,
Their melody blessing my ears.
I am from a Weber grill used as a drum.
Blistering in the sun and reading 
my permanent record.
I'm from feelings, arent we all?
Physical and mental,
Atom by atom,
I'm from there,
As are you.
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simmersofia · 1 year
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anamoon63 · 26 days
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Give your sims a sword ⚔
Thank you @bool-prop for the tag! 🤗💗
Picrew here.
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I made this sword for Robin; it seems like a true powerful one. I think where he is going now, he might need it.
I'm tagging @nocturnalazure, @kimmiessimmies, @treason-and-plot, @miss-may-i, @igglemouse, @satureja13, @sharona-sims. @papermint-airplane and @marcishaun
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whatwouldvalerydo · 4 months
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The deadly trio
A small one shot for Talia, Akira and Jin. Because as years pass, creatures still roam the earth
Akira would have not been possible without @cursebreakerfarrier <3
“He’s here, Akira’s here.” Came the whisper from Talbott, following Talia one portrait at a time, down the empty school halls. But she already knew he would come for her. She purposely slightly lowered the school defenses once everyone left for the summer that marked the end of her seventh year as headmistress for Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
We would not bother with the ground keeper, the skeleton crew was of little importance for him “Leave us.” She commanded the nagging voice “Or I will burn down all the portraits hanging on the walls.” Turning a chilling stare towards the frame he invaded, she witnessed several other portraits running away, refusing to be seen, just like the ones in her office, always empty and dark.
Talbott stared back at her, a light shinning down on the magical paint, for a second Talia having the impression he understood there was no way he could do anything, all shattering when he tried to reach out to her. If the person who painted his portrait and gave it life was still around, she would have hunted him down like an animal. There was no reason for a portrait to carry so much emotion, but in the back of her head a small voice spoke, telling her it was probably Talbott’s doing.
Reaching her office, her hand halted on the handle for a moment before she finally turned it, entering the office that had been her home for the past years. She found him sitting down on the cold marbled stairs, hand absent-mindedly swirling a glass of red wine. Her red fucking vintage wine.
But when he finally decided to look at her, it was not anger or hate she saw first. It was familiarity that softened his features before he forced any feelings for her away, a deadly glare directed her way, intimate and frightening "Talia."
"Akira."
Her eyes held his gaze, patiently waiting, her back leaning against the closed door, wood digging into her skin. Seven years, nothing in the face of an immortal, however even for creatures such as them, wearing the scars of centuries, there was a fault in their creation. A small one, often overlooked by both, yet still visible through the vast cracks of their souls. Once born a mortal, you can never truly outgrow it.
“Seven years Talia. Seven long years with barely any communication.” He snarled at her through wine-stained lips, glass shattering on the ground dividing them.
She blinked slowly, inhaling before speaking “And it’s not my story to tell why that is. You will soon learn.”
Getting up, every step he took echoed inside the office harboring their bodies, tension bouncing off the walls “You sentimental creature.”
She could not deny that. It was the truth, forever etched in her soul. At first the years at the school went by slowly. Then the lies flowed effortlessly, created stories, fables upon fables. How Talbott received a different ending, a happy one, close to someone else. How she went on to have his child, yet married Felix, Dorian carrying the Rosier name instead of Winger. How she took the Crane name back until much, much later. How Dorian soared the crips mountain air with Charlie by his side, having grown old and grey and she never considered to blame his godfather for not saving him.
The first lie made her feel tainted, but then the stories flowed, a past she wished could have been. A past she so desperately wanted to see as a reality.
And then it became so easy. To be there, to exist and fulfill her promise. Because the past was hers. Whenever her eyes would rise, she saw something that belonged to her, bright orbs catching glimpses of the life she lost, all in portraits and fleeting reflections, brief moments when those she lost were there with her.
“Where do we fit in your fantasy Talia? Where is your sentimental side when it comes to us?” his voice bringing her out of her day dreaming.
“In protecting your identity.” She spat out “If I were to even state us, our legacy, what would it even be? A fable in a dusty old covered book? A story none would dare touch, barely even able to look upon the countless pages or cover for fear of catching an awful curse or some unspeakable old disease lost to time? We do not belong in books and stories. Not yet.”
Tilting his head slightly, he further approached, glass shards crushing underneath his shoes “Yet you exposed yourself. After everything.”
“Please.” She straightened pushing herself away from the door, not realizing initially she was slouching slightly “We both told our secrets, shunned the world for years. We did it together.”
“Yet someone managed to get in that head of yours. Is that why you burned down the archive at the Ministry? Because we were dusty old records?”
Wide eyes took him in, Talia retreating when he wanted to touch her “I thought that was you.” Akira freezing, hand hovering between them.
“Who are you protecting?” closing the space between them, his open palms slammed against the door, sound ringing against Talia’s body as she was boxed in between the door and Akira “Who the fuck managed to get into your head? Have you lost your mind completely?”
“No, I haven’t.” she defyingly held his gaze “I knew exactly what I was doing. You just couldn’t be part of it. Not until the seven year mark. Not until he was safe.”
“He?” a bewildered expression took over his mask, Akira trying to piece together scraps of information he did not hold. His swift hands could not hold records that did not exist, a safety measure, the tabloids said after the fire destroyed everything, Talia refusing to release anything Hogwarts harbored.
“Not what you might think. No mortal man can hold a candle to you. Though he is mortal.”
He laughed, a hollow sound chilling the thin air between them “A child.” He exhaled, eyes rolling as he pushed himself away from her “You fool. You sentimental fool. Why are you protecting a child from generations long expired? For people who don’t even remember you.”
A knock rang against the door, Talia opening it to reveal Jin “Oh but I do remember and I am far from being expired Akira.” Leaning closer to Talia he whispered a soft “thank you” in her ear before he turned to look back at the menacing glare directed at him “I have some explaining to do, though I do still feel I do not owe a thing.”
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hauntedtrait · 1 month
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with their hard earned money from stealing things, aster finally got to buy a simmi capsule!
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kip-loric · 2 months
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Caleb Crane is either bi, aroace, or the straightest guy alive
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dawnvy · 1 month
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😵‍💫
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