I've been world-building with TOOL for 6 hours and forgot to eat. I'm happy.

Today is officially the two year anniversary of the Sanford legacy 🤍 I really cannot believe it, it’s been such an amazing adventure and I’m so grateful I get to share it with all of you, and how much love you gave to my sims and my silly little story 🥹

Just a little sneak peek of what’s about to come in the legacy when I will be back 👀 Also… I played and screened everything till the end of gen 1. 6 updates left, we’re ending this part of the Sanford legacy before the end of the year 🥹

The feed is up to date with my three updates and the one from Lou! It was such a fun collab and I can't wait to dive a little more into gen 2's world 🤍 Next update will probably not be before mid September 👀 bsky.app/profile/did:...

So, that's new 👀 When @maiawe.bsky.social first sent me her sims, Austin caught us both totally off guard when he started autonomously hitting on Felix. I've never seen him flirt with anyone before, but it made too much sense to NOT include it in the story! Veryyy interested to know your thoughts!

“𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉!” Austin groaned, shoving down the pang of guilt as he heard the panic in his dad’s voice, hurriedly stuffing chewing gum in his mouth. He didn’t need a lecture about running off 𝘢𝘯𝘥 smoking in one night. “M’here!” he called, risking one more glance at Felix before he left. “I’m good.”

With a disappointed nod, Felix stepped back and turned on his heel to leave. Austin watched him go, then pause, then turn back. “Are you on Simstagram or something?” he asked, sounding a little shy for the first time that night. “Uh-huh.” “Good. DM me.” Then, he was gone.

The drummer bit his lip to fight his mischievous smile. “Uhh… Carry on. You never saw me.” “Wait up, I’m coming,” Felix sighed. At least he sounded as disappointed as Austin felt. “Sorry.” “S’okay,” Austin mumbled, crushing his half-finished cigarette with his shoe. “My dad’ll be lookin’ for me.”

Metal scraping on metal sliced through the moment like a blade; someone calling Felix’s name as the gate creaked open once again, startling both boys back to reality. “Felix, we’re– 𝘖𝘩!” The new arrival froze, all tangled blonde hair and dark eyes flicking between the pair standing brazenly close.

“Might? I was supposed to be leaving, remember?” His laugh was dangerously low as he moved even closer, their hazy clouds of smoke mingling into one. “Now I’m wondering how I’m gonna convince Dim to add a stop in some nowhere town.” “I’ll be the only one in the crowd.” “Even better.”

“You won’t have heard of it.” “Try me.” “Chestnut Ridge.” Felix chuckled. “I know it.” “Yeah? Well if you ever wanna play a show in some nowhere town where nothin’ happens, I’ll be there.” “Front row?” “Dunno,” Austin smirked. “Might distract you too much.” Watcher, where was this 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮?

If Austin’s heart hadn’t been racing already, the wicked grin on Felix’s face would have done the trick. “So, why haven’t I seen you before?” “Ain’t from ‘round here,” he shrugged, and Felix’s smile gained a resigned edge. “Course not,” he said, sighing ruefully. “Where’re you from?”

“Want one?” Austin croaked, offering a cigarette to Felix as he placed another between his lips. Felix nodded, and Austin’s breath caught as he leaned in for a light. He should say it. The words were 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. If he waited any longer, the moment would pass. Just 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩. “You looked good too.”

There was no way Felix meant that the way it sounded. Austin must have been doing something weird with his arms, or getting all the lyrics wrong. He didn’t mean noticed in that– “You looked good.” 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝙛𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙘𝙠. He should say something. Anything. At least buy some time to think.

“Uh-huh,” Felix teased as he took another step closer. “It’s not like you were jumping up and down, singing every word–” This night couldn’t get any more embarrassing. “You could see me?!” “I might have noticed you, yeah.” 𝘖𝘩. 𝘖𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.

“Please don’t,” he pleaded, wishing he’d left with his dad after all. “I’m messing with you,” he grinned. “I’m Felix, but you probably know that, seeing as you’re our biggest fan.” “Fuck off,” Austin said, finally laughing along. “Austin, an’ I’m only wearin’ your shirt cos it was free.”

“Damn,” he let out a startled chuckle. “Were we 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 bad?” “𝘕𝘰! I didn’t mean–” Austin took a deep breath as the bassist laughed harder. “I didn’t think I’d meet half the band wearin’ your merch, is all. I look like such a fanboy.” That didn't help calm the hysterics. “Shall I sign it for you?”

The stranger lingered, his eyes on Austin, as if he'd forgotten all about his promise to leave. “Nice shirt,” he remarked, and when he stepped into the light, Austin realised he wasn’t a stranger at all, but another member of the band. “Oh, for f–, I’m burnin’ this when I get home.”

The boy groaned as he hung up and pocketed the phone, his shoulders slumping with defeat. He turned to go inside, laughing awkwardly as he caught Austin’s eye. “Strict dad,” he mumbled sheepishly. Austin nodded as he took another drag. “Know the feelin’. Why’d you think I’m hidin’ out back here?”

He’d find his dad eventually, but for now, he’d enjoy the only peace he’d get that night. Peace that was quickly interrupted by the screech of a metal gate and loud, one-sided chatter. “You should’ve seen it, Dad! The best show ev– No, I won’t be home late.” A pause. “𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺. Yeah. I’m leaving now.”

There was no way Austin was joining the mad rush to leave. His first concert had left him drenched in sweat, buzzing with adrenaline, and ready to be away from people for at least a week. He slipped unnoticed through a side door, lighting a cigarette with shaky hands as the fresh air hit him.

As the final notes reverberated through the frenzied room, Teddy breathed a sigh of relief. Soon they’d be back on the road, putting old flames firmly in the rear-view. He couldn’t dwell on his unexpected reunion for long. The crowd swarmed towards the exits, and in the chaos, Austin vanished.

Teddy should’ve known the party was a bad idea. Running into Isa after all these years had rattled his nerves, and not even the earsplitting guitars could drown out the memories that had flooded back. But now, watching his son having the time of his life, he couldn’t regret staying.

“If we’re done here, me and Austin are gonna head home,” Teddy announced, his voice tinged with tiredness after the unexpectedly busy weekend. “No, stay!” Dim insisted. “There’s an album launch party for my latest band tonight. You should come. Del Sol isn’t all work and no fun, y’know.”

The adults in the room launched into conversations Austin didn’t fully understand or care about, and the rest of the day whizzed by in a blur of re-recording. He had to admit, it was more exciting than hanging out in his room alone, especially when Dim told him to help himself to some free merch.

“Better?” Dim asked. “Better.” Teddy blinked, dumbfounded. “Seriously? You got me out here for one word?” Dim grinned, looking over his shoulder at a mortified Austin. “Maybe we should’ve asked your boy sooner. He’s our target audience, after all.” “Yeah, well he gets a credit for that, got it?”

Austin glanced up from where he was sprawled out on the couch, only to find every eye in the room on him. Instantly, his cheeks were burning. “Sorry, I didn’t mean–” “Try it. Demons instead of people.” Again, Zac sang out the opening verse, only this time, a hint of a smile crossed his face.

“Something’s off,” Zac grumbled unhelpfully. “It’s this first part.” He sang the opening verse again, his voice crystal clear through the studio speakers. Teddy threw his hands up in the air. It sounded perfect to him. “Demons.” “What?” “Change people to demons.”

Teddy ran his hands through his greying hair for the hundredth time that morning. “If you jus’ tell me what you don’t like, we can fix it.” “He doesn’t know what he doesn’t like,” Jess drawled. Different from her sister in so many ways, but the eyeroll she unleashed was just the same.

“He’s been like it all week,” Dim said with an exasperated sigh. He looked just as calm and put together as he always did when Teddy saw him, but there was an exhausted edge to his voice this time, and judging by the endless buzzing of his phone, he had more than enough to deal with.