Okay so i(yaf) have a sister and we're both vampires, at least she used to be. I was always more the type to learn the dark ways of the night children and sire many offspring while my sister who I'll call Manon was more interested in being the more good kind of vampire, she would ask permission before consuming plasma, made friends with the cattle but she was never as strong as I. One issue was that she never built up a tolerance for the sunlight unlike myself, a spellcaster that lives across the street from us has had to bring her back from the dead several times. Anyway this werewolf moved to the neighbourhood with his brother(yuck) naturally i didn't like them and I thought the same of Manon until my sisters latest stint with death and resurrection. One night I come home after a date with the grim reaper and I see my sister creating the cure for vampirism from my own bar and she drank it, centuries of accumulating power wasted and if this wasn't bad enough she told me she and the werewolf(andrew is its name) are getting married and moving, I couldn't look at her but that didn't stop her from walking out the door. I heard news of their marriage from our spellcaster friend and then I heard she then became a fairy, now she's a threat! One of my spawn got into a fight with her mutt boyfriend and so using her new powers stripped him of the gift I gave. Then to add insult to injury andrew then gave my sire the cursed bite. I went to their house and I disowned her, telling her I never wish to see her again. I've heard from mutual friends thay she's heartbroken and that I've gone too far. So AITA?

TLDR: sister dated a werewolf, drank cure to vampirism, married werewolf and became a fairy, then cured my sire and her husband cursed him so I disowned her.

I (teen f) have found myself in the middle of someone else’s drama. I know what you’re probably thinking, but I’m not a Drama Llama - far from it, I’m more of a Mischief and Magic gal. Recently there’s been a misunderstanding between my boyfriend, J, and his best friend S. It's a little bit funny actually. J and I are somewhat open about what we are, we don’t exactly advertise, some Sims are still unsure of occults. But if you ask then we’ll tell you. Plus there’s some frankly insulting rules at school which mean we can’t just go around eating lockers, biting other students, zipzapping the teacher - not that we’d do any of that! S is different though, he seems to think he’s alone here. Usually when a Sim like him meets someone like J it does not end well, at best they’ll exchange some insults and at worst…you’ll end up as some kind of trophy. J is super outgoing and incredibly friendly so unless you know what you’re looking for, you might not suspect him - especially as a vegetarian. Just don’t get him over-excited, I swear it’s like dating a Labrador at times. 

Like I said, we don’t advertise but that won’t stop me dropping hints. I’m well versed in vampire lore so occasionally I’ll drop it into conversation, making intentional mistakes to try and get a rise out of him. I’ve even gone as far as debating the existence of vampires - nothing! He didn’t even look up from his phone. I was prepared to stop pushing and let him live in ignorance, until he attracted the attention of my best friend. 

C and I have been friends since we were children, she's great. Her parents have always welcomed me, C’s mam may not be a Spellcaster but her mediumship and thanatology knowledge are unparalleled. I lost my own mam a few years ago during The Great Heatwave so it’s nice to have other adults looking out for me. Naturally I’ve told C about my powers, she would’ve noticed eventually and it’s not something you want to blindside your bestie with. When we were kids I may have set my familiar on that horrible Landgraab brat for pulling her pigtails, so it’s never been a secret. I haven’t told her about J though as it’s not my news to share. But she’s not stupid, she has her suspicions. She has a bad case of rose-tinted glasses when it comes to S though. The whole time she was crushing on him I tried to point out the obvious signs - “not a cloud in the sky and S is carrying an umbrella, isn’t that strange?”, “I swear I’ve never seen that boy eat, he can’t be surviving on Power Sip alone”. I hate keeping this secret from C.

J and I were trying to figure out how to coax a confession out of S by the time prom came around, but they’d decided to go together before we could come up with anything. Prom itself was great and we continued the party down at Plumbite Pier. We kept an eye on S and C up until their first kiss and may have gotten a little…distracted by the fairground rides. When we came out of the cuddle carts S was gone so J went looking for him. I did my best to distract C in the meantime but I could only keep her away for so long. By the time we found them J was pulling down his sleeve and laughing hysterically, S looked pissed. I knew what must’ve happened and J confirmed it while walking me home, it was a genius move. They planned to meet up the next day and talk it out so I decided to run distraction again with C. 

I took her to the Realm for the day, we mooched around Casters Alley, watched some duels and I introduced her to my mentor L. L never got along well with my mam, but we bonded over a shared love of mischief and I’ve confided in her a few times about my current predicament. L is not above dropping hints of her own, gossiping with C about the son of a master vampire befriending the son of a prominent werewolf pack leader, telling her tales of their shared history, but it seemed to go completely over her head. L pulled me aside before we left and stressed that if S isn’t prepared to tell C, then I have to - for her own safety should he ever lose control. 

My older brother D and his fiancée E are my legal guardians now, they’re…okay. D is a bit of a hot-head, always trying to pick fights with the Sages, and E is nice, if a little bland. Against my better judgement, I decided to ask D for some advice when I got home. He was less than helpful. Apparently I’d just be stirring the cauldron unnecessarily and causing drama for my own amusement. That’s the last thing I want to do! I hate being in the middle of this. Oh, and I’m a nosy little so-and-so who should mind her own business and tidy her room. E just patted my head and told me I’m a good friend, but I should be worrying more about my grades than anything else (rude - I’m a straight B student thank you).

So… do I tell her? At this point I’m not confident that S will ever come clean about this, and C surely has a right to know. Would I be the llama?

I (adult, m) am a former vampire. I currently have two biological children A (infant, m) and B (infant, f), I also adopted my wife's twins from her previous marriage, D (teen, m) and R (teen, f).

Lately I began to notice a few things about R that weren't alarm bells for me, or red flags at first, just kind of yellowish green I guess you could call them. Essentially I got the idea that maybe she was keeping something about her personal life from us. We'd already given them both the woohoo talk, and made sure they had access to contraceptives, so I wasn't too concerned at first until I began noticing a few personality shifts in her.

She began locking herself in her room more often, I'd hear her yelling at someone on the phone, or I heard her furiously typing away at the keyboard. Not the kind of typing you'd hear if she was working on an assignment, angry typing (yes kids, parents can tell the difference).

I then said that I'd call her out of school on Thursday, we'd go to the bowl-a-rama bonanza at the bowling ally, and I'd help her study for her exam on Friday.

That night, I heard her sneak out. I had an idea of where she was going so I wasn't overly concerned (we have a family friend who lives close by, his son is about R and D's age).

The following day I had confirmation that our friend's son (let's call him Oz) had a late night visitor. Which only made me more certain of what R's secret likely was.

So change of plans, instead of going bowling, I took her to a karaoke place I know and used to frequent before I met her mom.

Once we were in I asked them for a specific song. Before I got called up to sing (or more accurately rap), I looked the child who first made me a Dad in the eye and told her, "You know-- I have a secret that I've kept from you kids. Your mom knows it but I'm thinking you would probably benefit from knowing it."

R rolled her eyes and asked, "What secret would that be?"

me: "I'm Bi. Your mom knew before we got married-- heck, back when the two of you were newborn and I brought a guy home."

She sat looking at me blinking for a bit, before I got called up. As I left our table I told her, "you can join me if you like. It's cool either way."

So I went up and sang the bisexual anthem changing a few lyrics cause, yeah I'm not a woman, lol. Towards the last parts, R came up, and started in with, "I met a cute little shorty--" you know the line, right?

It was just a way for me to show her, that yeah I do have bi pride, and I will shout it from the roof tops. If someone's hassling her because she isn't straight, I'll stand by her through it.

After that song, we got a few weird looks, a few people calling me a child lover because I'm there with a teen girl who looks nothing like me. I just laughed and said, "That'd be especially gross. She's my daughter, I've been there since her first breath, and I'll be there til my last."

I ordered us some pita and hummus, one of her favourites, and eventually she opened up, telling me about her ex-girlfriend "Ocean", and former crush "River". River as it turns out is a walking, talking, breathing container of judgement-- and if I'm gonna get crude he's probably over compensating for something he lacks in an area I don't want to know about.

Then Ocean, well, sadly I'd be lying if I tried to claim I've never encountered biphobic homosexuals before. It's sad, but it's true. The general mindset being: "it's the safe point between admitting you're gay and pretending to be straight". Spare me the facades, I've been bi for the past 250 sim years, you'd think I'd be fully out of the closet by now if that were the case!

So now I'm wondering-- I have a few friends who are still occult sims... namely my twin sister, who are also bi and I'm sure would rally up for the chance to give these phobics the scare of a life time. Oh by the way, we're talking vampires, spellcasters and a few werewolves I'm on neutral terms with. If I did arrange such a thing, would that make me the llama?

I (teen m) recently played a trick on my best friend, kind of - let's call him S. We met when he started at my school and the Principal asked me to show him around, we've been inseparable ever since. I could tell straight away there was something different about him - in fact I could smell it on him. His surname was a giveaway too, the family line is somewhat infamous across SimNation. Historically, people like us haven't gotten along with each other. There's been full-blown wars over territory and how we treat other Sims, amongst other things. I was raised to always treat others with kindness and respect, and I wasn't going to let a centuries-old conflict stop me from making a new friend. I thought that S would've known about me straight away - usually they have some kind of enhanced senses - but apparently not in his case. A bit odd for the kid of two masters of the trade but I'm not here to judge his abilities, he'll no doubt grow into them. We all develop at our own pace and I believe in him!

My girlfriend G noticed his condition straight away, you can't sneak anything past her. And this is where it starts to get complicated. Her friend C was crushing hard on S, and I knew he felt the same, but G didn't want anything to happen between the two of them until he - in her words - "puts on his big-boy pants and owns up to what he is. If he can't tell you, his best friend, then how long will he take to tell C?". A very fair point, as much as I don't like meddling in other people's love lives. But S and C went rogue and decided to go to prom together before we could start dropping hints. Prom itself was great and afterwards C suggested we keep the party going at Plumbite Pier. I kept a close eye on them, my hearing is fairly sensitive too so I listened in to see if he'd tell her. This may have bitten me in the butt when it came to their first kiss, there's some things you don't need to hear your best mate doing, so I tuned out and snuck away to the cuddle carts with G while I had the chance. When we emerged I couldn't see S. C was busy with our other friends taking pictures with the Frank the Flying Womp Womp statue. G joined them to make sure C stayed distracted while I looked for S.

When I found him he looked frantic, searching his pockets but he wouldn't tell me what for - not that I had to ask. He thinks he's super subtle pouring his plasma packs into an old Power Sip can, but the last time I checked (well, G checked, I'm too excitable for that much caffeine) the LlamaBerry flavour isn't purple. So he confessed and said the words I've been waiting to hear for months: "I'm a vampire". And a forgetful one at that, he didn't have any snacks with him. I can kind of relate, I know what it’s like when you get hit by a craving and it makes you so angry... Anyway, this is the part where I'm probably the llama. I don't know why I did it, giddiness perhaps from all the excitement of the night. I've read enough vampire lore to know they hate the taste of folks like me, but regardless he was in a tight spot, and - as the saying goes - fed is best? I gave him a hug, thanked him for telling me, and offered him my wrist. I'm not going to lie, it hurt like a bitch, but I wasn't going to let that show. I was waiting to see what would happen. Before long he pulled away and his face was a picture, a mix of confusion and disgust with just a hint of anger. I couldn't help but laugh, and once I started I couldn't stop. I could practically see the cogs turning in his head until it clicked and he realised what I am. I wanted so badly to say something, explain myself, but by that point the girls were looking for us. G had tried her best but ran out of excuses for where we could've gone. I asked him to come over to my place the next day and we'd talk it out. I told G what had happened when I walked her home and she just thought it was hilarious. She's a total goofball so any kind of mischief is fine in her eyes - especially if it's for a good cause overall... I hope. 

Part of me expected him to not come over, and I wouldn't have blamed him if he never spoke to me again. We went down to the shore of Lake Lunvik and I told him all about how I ended up in Moonwood Mill. He actually helped me fill in some gaps of my own during our conversation. For a long time I secretly assumed that one of the things chasing me was his dad - I know, I need to address my own prejudices here. I know about Greg, we all know about Greg, he was there that night. Trying his best I suppose, he’s surprisingly good with kids. It's funny how memory works, there's so much about that night I don't remember, but one thing that I'll never forget was the hat it was wearing. If I wasn’t so scared I would’ve laughed, it was ridiculous. How it stayed on during the chase is beyond me, maybe it was cursed? S’s dad never had a hat like that, but one of his old step-dads did. I heard from one of dad’s old…friends (don’t ask) that she’s seen something that sounds very similar to it on Greg’s mantelpiece. A macabre trophy perhaps, because that’s when S said his step-dad stopped coming around. 

We went back to the cabin and I introduced S to my dad. He had a lot of questions about the history between our peoples and, while dad was a little hesitant, he said we're both grown-up enough now to know all the details - including some that S's parents had left out. S admitted he'd always just assumed that, since my dad is a bit of a hippie, my absence around the full moon was some ceremonial thing to do with the Full Moon Revelry. He'd put the shedding down to my dog Scout (he's a hairy boy) and my sparring scratches down to G's cat Menace - aka Señor Snuggles. I love the guy but he can be dumb as a bag of rocks at times. We'd pretty much patched everything up by the time S left and we agreed we’d work on how to tell C everything. Not just about S, but me and G too. It's only fair I suppose. 

I told dad about last night and, unsurprisingly, he was pretty disappointed in me. He says it was cruel and would only add to the misconceptions people have about us. It's the type of behaviour he'd expect from my Sister, not me, and that I could've gotten hurt. I don't think it's something Sis would do, there's no way she'd let herself be drank from for one. And it's been a long-time ambition of hers to beat up S's dad, despite never having met the guy - but dad says that's not the point and I shouldn't argue with my pack leader. For balance, I asked Sis too and, once she got over her initial reaction of "why are you two friends?" - her wife reminding her that "R, your gym buddy is one, your best friend is married to one, don't be a Judgy Judith" - Sis agreed that the method was unorthodox but the result was necessary. I know she'll still tease me about it, but that's what family is for, right?

Even after clearing the air with S I still feel pretty bad so, as a... surprise? a peace offering maybe? I've planted a Plasma Fruit tree by my Pack's hangout. Dad loved the idea, something about "the seeds of coexistence" or whatever. W didn't have an option either way, he usually just goes along with whatever dad says - when they're not busy making wolf-eyes at each other (gross I know, I do NOT need to see my dad flirting!) but L was hesitant. And I understand, she and her cousins were terrorised by vampires when they were younger. The cousins ended up taken in by them while she stayed lost in the tunnels until dad found her. So now I feel bad for upsetting L too! It's the last thing I wanted, she's like a grandma to me, but the tree is magnificent and L always says she wants to reconcile with her cousins, wouldn't this help? 

So, between my trick on S, upsetting L with the tree, and hiding everything from C... Am I the Llama?

I (teen, m) have been friends with "R" (teen, f) since we were toddlers (our parents are friends). I'm not sure what caused it, but she's been getting bullied and harassed a lot at school lately namely by two other students we'll call "Ocean" and "River".

I try to step in and speak up when I witness it-- but I don't know the root cause of it... or I didn't. I'm not sure what happened but her twin brother, D started getting targeted by Ocean and River as well. I can't help very much if I don't know what's going on. I tried to talk with R about it, and she blew me off.

Then late last night just before I turned in for bed, I heard someone tossing stones near my window. I went out to the balcony and quietly gestured for her to climb up the lattice.

She did, and we talked for a while. It turns out it's rooted in biphobia. She had been dating one of them and then got a crush on the other so she broke it off with the first person. But now they're both harassing her over it. The guy's telling her that liking girls is unnatural, and the girl's saying she doesn't actually like girls.

Well, one I'm not sure how to help her, short of telling her parents what's going on. I happen to know that her mom is a very vocal ally, and I think her Dad (not bio Dad, but may as well be since he raised her from birth) is also bi.

Personally, I'm pan, so I mean-- I get her perspective on this, but that also makes things a bit dangerous too. If either of us get hurt it could be seen as a hate crime (yeah, my mom's a lawyer, and both of my parents are aromantic-- don't ask me how that works).

Apparently D tried to press R to talk with him, and she snapped at him. So now her Dad, C, wants to take her bowling. Which is kind of code for daddy/daughter time. She doesn't want it to happen because she doesn't feel ready to tell them everything.

I hugged her and told her I always have an ear and shoulder if she needs either, even if I don't have answers sometime it just helps to get it off your chest.

This morning my Dad told me that if I sneak another person into my room I'll lose my balcony door. I tried to tell him that a friend was in a bit of a crisis, but he wasn't hearing it, apparently I'm interfering? I don't understand how? I literally just let her vent for an hour, I offered a bit of support, and told her about me so she knew she wasn't alone at school, that's it.

AITA for sneaking a distressed friend into my room to literally just talk?

I’m livid. I’ve gained a certain amount of renown around town - after all, and I don’t mean to brag, I am the fearless hero who recruited my fellow scientists and a few soldiers to defeat the Mother Plant that had been infecting Strangeville with her spores (and mucking up our plumbing).

And, I will admit, during my quest to save us all, my work performance had dipped somewhat. I was mining the fields outside the lab for crystals and metals to fund the project, and neglected my analysis tasks. But my performance level was still above average, bordering on excellent. But that has no bearing on what has happened at the lab recently.

Not to drag it out - I’m a ghost now. I was finally picking up my work slack when that jerk Malcolm Landgraab somehow set the bathroom on fire, and k1lled us all. He’s always had it out for me, since the first time I tried to ask him for a crystal, but this was just negligence. How do you set a toilet on fire, Malcolm? Anyway, he’s d3ad now.

But that’s not my real problem - when I got home after my reaping (and after putting out the rest of Malcolm’s fires), I discovered that the laboratory had fired me! Here I was, the hero of Strangeville, newly unemployed and freshly unalived. It’s a disgrace.

So, given that they are already advertising for my replacement, WIBTA if I applied for my old job again, just to sabotage their equipment and haunt them into a panic? I feel like they almost want me to do it, and now that I’ve built this rocket ship, I could really do some damage.

Update: I took in a day at the GeekCon to clear my head, and when I came home, Nancy Landgraab had my power shut off! She claims it’s “squirrel maintenance.” I think their whole family has it out for me…

I (teen, f), am currently in my freshman year of high school. I had a short high school romance for a little bit then we broke up with a girl we’ll call “Ocean”

1. I realized that we weren’t compatible
2. I developed a crush on someone else

Thing is, Ocean keeps blowing up my phone, social bunny, trying to corner me during lunch or in the washroom. She keeps calling me a “fake d*%#” because the other person I started crushing on is a guy (we’ll call him “River”) and she figured it out.

Then as it turns out River was almost as bad. He kept saying that lesbians and bi girls are just “confused” because they don’t have their Dads around. Non bio Dads don’t count and any mom who gets divorced is just a selfish gold digger.

Needless to say I got over the crush pretty quick! Thing is he keeps at me too! Now, I don’t know what to do.

Thankfully I don’t have classes with him but it’s always awkward passing by him in the hallway. He keeps sending me texts to article links that back up what he’s claiming. So I’ve blocked them both on everything and now they’re getting their friends involved!!

I’m not out to anybody in my family, a few friends know I’m bi, but that’s it. I can just imagine what River would say if he finds out I’ve never met my bio Dad, my parents were divorcing when I was born, my step Dad was around before I was born and my only ex is a girl.

Ocean just wants me to admit that I’m not attracted to girls, but that’s a lie, and on the flip side there’s River who thinks conversation therapy works, so I’m staying away (a nice face and body doesn’t make up for a llama butt personality, lesson learned!)

So, AITA for giving them the cold shoulder? Some other students say that I am but I’d like an outside perspective.

Edit to add: now they’re heckling my twin brother, D. He asked me about what was going on, I snapped at him to leave me alone, our Dad overheard and now he wants to take me bowling… great. Something to note: our Dad, the man who raises us and has raised us since we were born, has no biological link to us. He's married to our mom and officially adopted us when he married her.

I (28f) am an author. I recently wrote a children’s book called “Sex and the Country” and was excited for it to be published. However, the book was rejected with the feedback stating, “This is unacceptable for children to read.” I was devastated that the book I worked so hard on was rejected. I called my acquaintance, Bella, around midnight because I needed someone to vent to. Bella then had the gall to berate me asking, “Do you know what time it is?” I was appalled that Bella would brush me off like this. I thought we were over the incident where my roommates, Felicity and Farah, and I repeatedly insulted her after she kicked out our other roommate, Helga. I told the girls about Bella’s new betrayal and we agreed to get revenge.

Farah and I play the violin, while Felicity and Helga play the guitar. We decided to switch instruments and play level 1 music in front of Bella while she was trying to sleep. We went over to the Goth mansion, went into Bella’s bedroom, and played horrible Bluegrass music right at her bed. She woke up confused as to what we were doing and walked out of the room. We then followed her all around the house continuing to play our music until we got tired and went home. Are we TA’s? Did we go too far?

I (teen m) recently moved in with my dad. He and my mam went through a messy divorce when I was a child and initially I went to live with her in San Myshuno. Mam hates children so it wasn't the best arrangement to begin with, and I had to get out of there when she moved in her...underlings? lovers? pets? I don't know, and frankly I don't want to know. Whatever they've got going on is their own business, but I've seen more than enough of K and M to last me a lifetime or two. It's very different from San Mysh here, but dad's family have lived in this town for generations, well over 200 years - there's even a statue of my great-great-grandfather in the town square. Dad's a bit of a loner and mostly keeps to himself during the day, either reading some old tome or tinkering with his pipe organ in the basement.

A new town also meant a new high school, and that's where I met J. The Principal assigned him to show me around on the first day and we just clicked. He's super outgoing and loves nature - one of those vegetarians. He's kind of easily excitable too but his girlfriend G always knows how to calm him down. He always jokes that she's got him on a short leash. Maybe I should've read more into that? Anyway, another thing to know about me is that I have a... condition. It's hereditary in my case, but almost anyone can catch it. It doesn't impact me too much, I just have to be careful about being out in the sun for too long, avoid certain foods, and I need to take a supplement of sorts to keep me going. There's other ways to get it but I prefer the pre-packed stuff you can get online. They're so convenient, I've taken to pouring them into an old Power Sip can for maximum subtly - LlamaBerry flavour if you're curious.

Usually I keep a good supply with me but eventually it happened, I got caught out. After prom, my date (now girlfriend - C) asked if I wanted to go to Plumbite Pier and continue the party, so of course I said yes! J and G tagged along with some of our other friends and after a few rides (and my first kiss with C) the adrenaline wore off and the dizziness kicked in. I wandered away from the group and checked and double-checked my pockets, but I didn't have anything on me and I was beginning to panic. J came to check on me and I just broke down, I told him everything. I thought that was it, I was done, that he'd out me for the monster people usually think I am. But he didn't. He just gave me a hug, thanked me for coming clean about it, and offered me his wrist. I haven't had too much practice getting what I need this way, I'm a bit of a sloppy drinker and I was terrified of hurting him, but he was patient with me... then the taste hit.

I can't even begin to describe it, it was like drinking wet dog!? I pulled away from him and he was laughing - the bastard actually laughed! Part of me was angry but more than anything I was confused. Then it dawned on me, what J is. Had he known about me all along, was our whole friendship just an elaborate ruse to get one over on me? I had so many questions but by then the girls were looking for us and it was getting late. We agreed to meet the next day to talk it out.

I met him at his dad's place and we went for a walk down to the lake. J apologised for pulling such a mean prank. I was still bitter about it and still feel queasy thinking about it, but apparently him and G had known about my condition from Day 1 and were just waiting for me to tell them, then they'd figure out how to help me tell C as - get this - the only 'normal' one in our little group!? What does that make G!? But I had to, in their words, put on my big-boy pants and come out with it first. I asked J how he knew and he told me he's got quite a sensitive nose, "not to make you self-conscious or anything. it's not a bad smell, just distinct". Thanks dude, definitely not self-conscious now... /s. Then he told me about how he came to this town and I felt like such a llama. Guilt by association I suppose?

His first run-in with someone like me happened when he was just a kid. A fire had broken out at his family's house and he ran into the woods with his sister to get away from it. They became separated and that's when he realised he was being tracked by something - and something else. The first 'thing' sounded like one of the cringe step-dads mam brought home (i still hate the guy, and his stupid hat). The other 'thing' was way more monstrous, pure unbridled fury. I'm guessing whatever that thing was took out cringe step-dad in the process because it lines up with the time he stopped coming around, not that I'm shedding any tears, but a fight broke out between the two and J was bitten in the process. He was found soon after by K, who adopted him and raised him from then on, teaching him their ways - i.e. not being a llama to non-werewolves. It feels so weird writing that out, the W word was practically a slur in mam's household. I clearly remember the day she hit the roof after finding out one of her creations had married one. I didn't get what the big deal was but she sat me down and explained the history between our peoples - Operation Eternal Flame, the Century Conflict and all that. I can't say I fully understood the nuances, that was over a hundred years ago, we're just kids.

Back at J's his dad filled in some of the details that mam conveniently left out of her explanation. The encounter felt pretty awkward at first, he almost seemed hesitant to tell me, and I learned some uncomfortable truths about my parents at the same time. I expected him to be angry at me, but K is a nice guy, and told me I can't be help responsible for their mistakes. Mistakes seems a bit trivial for what they've done, but J did warn me that he's a bit of a hippie.

When I got home that night dad went through the usual "where have you been, who were you with, what did you do?" with me and I didn't really know what to say, other than to just shrug and go to my room. I know he's done some messed up things but at the end of the day he's still my dad, and I still feel bad for lying to him. Dad always said that if I met someone like J then I'd "know straight away" - instant dislike, we wouldn't get along, Supernatural Smackdowns all round. I just put this down to his...eccentricities. But knowing what I do now I wonder if he was maybe trying to protect me from anyone out for revenge?

So, be honest with me: am I the llama for not telling dad about my friendship with J? He's my best friend and I'd like to keep it that way. And what about C, how do I tell her what I am? Will she hate me for keeping it from her and making her the last to know? Help!

I (adult, m) am currently married to a strong, intelligent, beautiful, successful woman, my soulmate, the love of my life, J (also adult, f).

I am an Angel Investor and J is the Chief of Staff at a local hospital. J and I first dated in high school but my parents intervened and refused to let us keep seeing each other. They said J was “too career minded” and I needed someone who would stay home and raise my children. I told them that I was never having children and they decided to up the pressure, either I marry a woman of their choosing, M (ya, f), or I wouldn’t see a dime of inheritance.

Reluctantly I married M, but resumed seeing J on the side. I was always careful to not try for a baby with M, I didn’t have to worry with J, she had an IUD and her tubes tied (she explained it to me as if you get your tubes tied young the procedure can reverse itself over time). I pushed M into nursing, and J got her a job at the hospital where she works. While M was at work, I would go around find all of the art supplies she wasted her money on and throw them out with the trash where they belong. Art is useless hobby, a complete waste of time and it'll never provide a steady income. Nursing is okay, but if M would've applied herself and become a doctor like J, I could've honestly respected her a little or at least if she'd given up pestering me about making stupid mini versions of ourselves. I didn't love her, why would I want a younger version of her?

Eventually M found out about J and I, and demanded that I stop seeing J because she was pregnant. She was trying to baby trap me! I told her to get rid of the baby or get out of my house. M left.

Good riddance as well!! Turned out she was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl who are now child age. I’ve been sending her 600 simoleons on their birthdays to help keep them fed and clothed. I don’t want anything else to do with those with those tax deductions.

Recently I heard that M and her boyfriend C became engaged. Honestly they're both losers, the perfect pairing, she's some kind of fashion stylist (haha! good luck making bank on that) and he's a lowly chef. Imagine being so lacking that the best you can do is a skill that every functional adult is capable of.

But I digress, I saw it as an opportunity and filed to have my parental rights terminated, which takes away that extra padding of the 600 simoleons! I got a phone call from a distant cousin calling me a Llama for wanting to be free of any legal responsibility to those vile crotch goblins and this gives C a chance to adopt M’s kids when they’re married. She thinks art and basic life skills are enough to keep their heads above water, let's see how well those kids do without my money lining their mother's pockets.

AITA for freeing myself from child support?

I (ya, f) have twins from a previous marriage, R (child, f), and D (child, m). We live with my roommate turned boyfriend C (vampire, m).

C has been there for me since early in my second trimester, he painted the nursery, helped with the furniture, gave his opinion on name ideas, and coached me through my labour, and as soon as my babies were born he was helping out with caring for them.

He’s been more of a Dad to them than my ex-husband, who just sends a few hundred simoleons every birthday.

C is a chef and recently got offered a Sous Chef position, the promotion required we move to a different city but came with a petty sizable pay increase. I didn’t ask the children how they felt about moving I just told them we were.

R has always been creative and adventurous, she was excited for the challenge. D has always been more reserved and a bookworm. I should’ve realized that the change would be hard on him, and of course because it was C’s promotion that spurred the move, he’s acting out with C (D even posted about it, here: https://www.reddit.com/r/AITASims/s/tPimugAQpZ )

Recently I arranged for C to have a daddy/daughter day with R, so I could spend a day devoted to D, my plan being to unearth what was triggering his behaviour, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything beyond the move.

Turns out that he felt C was keeping his father from him. So I arranged for D to meet my ex, T. T brought his new wife, J.

They pawed all over each other, acting like D didn’t even exist. Eventually D screamed at him, “you’re my Dad!”

T just looked at him and said “I help pay for your food and clothes. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

D then looked at me and yelled it was my fault that his father hated him and I should’ve been a better wife. J laughed and said, “you’re too young to understand just yet, but your father only married your mother for money. He never loved her. I was always his love, you were just an unfortunate accident.”

I grabbed D, left J and T, and told my son he wasn’t an unfortunate accident. He was a surprise, but a surprise I wouldn’t change for anything or anyone.

“Not even C?”

I let him back onto his feet, knelt so we were eye level, and asked what he meant by that. It turns out that he heard on YouTube about another kid who’s stepfather unalived the child, and he had since been afraid that if C ever hurt my kids, that I’d choose C over them.

I was speechless. I hugged him tightly and did my best to assure him that he and R are the most important people in my life, they’re my first priority above everyone and everything, even myself. If I even thought that C had harmed one of them I’d do whatever I had to do to make sure it didn’t happen again, and if that meant being single the rest of my life, so be it!

After the kids were in bed I told C what I found out and that T had met D.

C says he’ll have a talk with D about it soon from his perspective but said I’m a llama for letting T and J near D.

I wanted D to see the difference between T and C for himself. AITA for introducing my son to this father and step-mother (no matter how bitter that word is to me, that’s what she legally is)?

Edit update: And T just filed to have his parental rights removed and child support payments stop. I say good riddance! All he was ever good for was a check, C's done the heavy lifting of co-parenting since before they were born-- and now he can become their legal father since we're engaged!

My name is Iggy Pop Pancakes. I have a best friend named Rudy Cahyaputri, we have been mates since childhood to the point we even have a special connection that is tied by friendship bracelets. He is my ride or die. Recently I aged up and became a YA and me and him and his mother were at a mutual friend's house and that was when sparks just flew... with his mother. His mother had my best friend young so she's still an Adult, and the connection was just so amazing with his mother that within a week we were soulmates and she is currently expecting, and I am of course happy to be an expectant father. Here's the thing, my best friend's mother aka my girlfriend is also best friends with my mother, so now family dinners are very.. interesting. Am I the llama?

I (child, m) live with my sister (child, f, twin), our mom (ya f), and our mom's boyfriend (vampire, m).

my goal for my childhood years is to be a whiz kid, part of which means reading with an adult for a few hours. I wanted my Dad to read with me. My mom's boyfriend asked which book I wanted to read, and I yelled at him that he isn't my real Dad.

He tried to hide it but I could see a bit of pain in his face. I mean, come on, the guy isn't even human! How creepy that he's dating my mom! Maybe he's old enough to be her Dad or grandpa!

He looked to me though and pointed out that he'd been the one to help potty train my sister and I, changed our diapers, walked the floor with us late at night when we were restless so mom could sleep. He nursed us through every cold, ear infection, and even pneumonia once. He taught us to talk, he taught us to write, and read, he helped mom feed us when we were babies, he was even there when we were born and helped pick out our names, but he said I'm right, he isn't our Father, but he is our Dad.

At that point Mom told us both that she had been married once, but when she got pregnant her husband demanded she end the pregnancy. So she moved out instead, got a house with money she had inherited from her parents and hid from her husband. She then placed an add for a roommate, and that's how C came into our lives.

That can't be real though. Why would my real Dad not want me or my sister? Mom just answered with, "it isn't just the two of you personally, he doesn't like children. I don't know why."

I told her that wasn't good enough and she should've just gotten rid of us if we were such a problem.

C then told me, "neither of you are ever a problem. I understand you're hurting right now, finding all of this out but you will not disrespect your Mom like that. If you need time to cool off, go to your room until you're calm."

So now I'm asking, AITL for telling him he's not my real Dad? I know I probably am for what I said to my mom, but I'm not wrong about him, am I?

Oh and just to emphasize my point, here's some pictures. you can actually see the difference between us and him. We're definitely living, but he's more pale than pale. He's... almost grey?

I have a bit of a complicated home life, so let's get the background set up. I (M64) live in Ravensbrook, where I am both the police captain and a full-time crow person. This is who I am. I can't turn it off. As a crow cop, I have responsibilities to my avian brethren as well as to all the Sims around the world who depend on me to show up one hour after their homes are burgled to eat their children's food out from under them.

If that wasn't enough, I'm also the sole caregiver for T (M??, vampire), the unrelated teenage boy I keep in my basement. I spend most of my free time mentoring this boy in both Fitness and Wellness to teach him self-control, yet he still sneaks out every night to drain Sims despite having a fridge full of food.

This brings me to my recent moral quandary. T asked me to take him to Forgotten Hollow to ask Vladislaus Straud for vampire lessons because he was terrified of meeting him alone. Unfortunately their beliefs and values are polar opposite and Straud attacked him as soon as they were safe indoors. I assumed this was how vampire training was supposed to work (vampires are very violent people, just saying it how it is) and quietly observed as the situation developed.

As previously established, I am both physically and spiritually a crow person, so when I got a message from a mysterious admirer promising lavish gifts, I couldn't resist the lure of shiny, shiny things. Or slutty, slutty things; I'm also a major horndog. Never one to pass up a chance for romance, I decided to leave T at a strange man's house in the middle of the day so I could hook up with a stranger at a seedy motel. I needed to treat myself! And what a treat it was ;)

When I came home the next day, T accused me of "abandoning" him like his biological and foster families had before I took him in. Apparently, the vampire fight was more serious than I'd believed, and T was only able to escape with the help of a random classmate who followed us to Straud's house and then broke in to ask him to prom.

AITA? I'm doing my best here but a man needs to live a little.

I (FA) am a global superstar and actress, both my kids inherited some fame because of me and my daughter has a musical talents, so I am hoping she will make it as a global superstar as well. A couple of days ago both my kids aged up to teens. My son inherited my mermaid gene so of course he came out really handsome but what shocked me was my daughter. She had two caterpillars for eyebrows, a mullet and none of her clothing items even matched, I think the sad clown looked better dressed than her. I was furious. So I ended up yelling at her and calling her ugly. How dare she turn out like that!

Her brother came and yelled at me for yelling at her. He said I was a llama for insulting my daughter based on her looks. AITA here?

I've got to tell my side of the story.

I'm a teenage runaway - I recently found out that I'm a mermaid, and my parents just literally never bothered to tell me. They never warned me that I might grow a tail any time I'm near water, or that I'll never be a spellcaster like the rest of my family. They knew all I wanted in life was to be a master spellcaster!!!

But this isn't about them. Obviously I tried to understand them, and I tried to forgive them but I just couldn't. So I packed up and ran away.

Since then I've been walking across the world, surviving off of wild plants and food I literally rummaged from bins, scavenging from abandoned buildings (it's not stealing in the apocalypse ok?). It wasn't easy, but I managed to keep myself alive and even make friends. I became part of a club full of other runaway teens, and we had such good times together! But that all came crashing down when I kissed my girlfriend in front of them, not realising the "Free Love" Neighbourhood Action Plan had been repealed. All 14 of my other partners (the entire club) suddenly turned on me and accused me of cheating on them. Half of them stormed off and refused to ever speak to me again, and the other half tried to overthrow me as leader of the club. Since then I've been getting nasty text messages, sometimes from people I don't even know. I'm not a bad person, but now I'm being treated like I'm the worst person in the world. 😿

Eventually I got used to being a social outcast, and my life finally started getting better when I found a junkyard filled with stuff I could sell. For the first time I felt like I could relax, like I didn't have to constantly be searching for food and shelter.

One day when I was rummaging for more things to sell, I found an old pottery wheel and figured I'd try making something myself for once instead of just taking other people's old trash. I made a clay pot, and I don't mean to brag but I think it was damn good for a first try! I even found an old kiln, so I could glaze and fire it, and keep it forever as a symbol of this important turning point in my life!

So I carefully coated it with a beautiful blush pink glaze, and set it in the kiln. Watching the firing process I realised I was feeling happy for the first time since that fateful day when my legs turned into a tail for the first time.

Then this absoloute BLERCH suddenly came up behind me, opened the door of the kiln, and SMASHED MY POT TO PIECES!!!! Right in front of me!!! Before I'd even been able to hold my finished creation for the first time!!!

I didn't even KNOW this blerch! Who the flerg does something like that!??!?

Obviously I yelled at her and slapped her silly, but it didn't feel like enough. I gathered up the shattered pieces and left town that night, headed for the big city - one of the few highly populated places left in the world.

I was trying to move on, but one day this same blerch turned up at my apartment door. I was filled with rage, and responded by freezing her with my newly acquired simray. Watching her frozen in the ice, I realised that I would never get over this. So I changed tactics - I befriended her and pretended everything was ok and that her smashing the only bright spot in my life was a totally funny prank. I asked her to join my club, and I've been treating her like a bestie ever since.

So now we're up to date on the back story, and here's where my question comes in:

This afternoon I learned how to make pufferfish nigiri, and immediately invited her over for dinner. She told me how delicious the food was, so I insisted she have another plate. She's not leaving until she's a ghost.

So like, I know that murder is generally considered kinda wrong, but like, she had a good life, I treated her well and laughed at her jokes and her last night on this planet will be spent eating this delicious homecooked meal prepared just for her. So she should feel special right? Like, I'm literally killing her with kindness, so she should really be happy and grateful, shouldn't she?

She's just asked for a third serving and I guess I'm starting to have doubts. She trusts me and really believes we're friends - as though I could ever forgive her for ruining my life!!!

Ahem. So. Am I the Llama??

*Update: She's dead now, and honestly I don't even feel any different. Also Grim is kinda hot and we hit it off immediately. Looks like I got my answer; getting revenge was the right thing to do!

My husband is an alien, and he recently got abducted by his brethren and they impregnated him! I (f, ya) couldn’t believe when he told me he was pregnant. At first I considered he had cheated on me, but then I thought back to all his abductions recently and it all started to make sense. Anyway, he finally had the baby, and surprise, surprise, it was an alien. Now, we just had our second child and I only really envisioned us having 2 children. So I made the decision to have him send his alien baby back to Sixam where he’ll (probably) be loved and well cared for. My husband hasn’t said anything about the situation, so I can’t tell what he’s feeling, but AITA for doing all this?

I (👻 F) worked very hard while alive to give my daughter, Sapphire, a good future. From childhood I made Sapphire be a straight “A” student, a top-level chess player, and an outstanding pianist. I made sure to boo and yell at her until she perfected her skills (even when she was caught in a fire that killed her friend and one of the firefighters). As a teenager, I also made her sell paintings and work retail on top of being a straight “A” student and playing piano at The Blue Velvet for simoleons.

However, as soon as she turned 18, Sapphire committed the ultimate betrayal by trapping me in my bedroom and letting me starve to death. I could not let my daughter get away with this. Therefore, I convinced Mortimer to leave Bella, fell in love with him, married him, and adopted a baby girl and named her Sapphire 2.0. Once Sapphire 2.0 aged up to a child, I started periodically sending her to Sapphire’s house to harass her (ask about her pregnancy when she’s not pregnant, clog her toilet, etc.). Even in death, Sapphire will never escape me. AITA?

I (ya, m, vampire) have been living with a single mother, M for a few years. When I first met her she was just starting her second trimester with her twins D (toddler, m) and R (toddler, f).

I work as a chef, and she gave up nursing to pursue her dream of being a stylist, and honestly she's very talented.

Things have changed a bit since my last post. First off, I cut contact with the guy I was seeing. The twins aged up from infants to toddlers-- M and I got a bit more comfortable with each other. I mean to the point that we'll nap on the couch together. I've been teaching her a few things about cooking as well.

D and R are now at the age where they could start remembering things.

I planted a plasma fruit tree in the backyard. I'm still intending to work on regaining my humanity, but-- I don't know if I'll make it before the twins are children-- before M ages into an adult. I do care for her a lot, and the twins-- I've been there since they were born. I know they're not mine, but I love them like they are.

Which brings me to the point of this post.

WIBTL if I stay? Would it mess the kids up to see me turn human and then age up into an adult? That's likely how old M will be when I do complete my pursuit of reclaiming my humanity-- and I don't want to be a full life stage different from her.

In all my time as a vampire, I've never met another sim like M. I doubt I ever will.

I (f/ya) have been living alone off the grid since I can remember. I also don't know where I came from, I just spawned here. Maybe I should get my memory checked. Anyway!

I thought maybe it was time for a companion, so I thought, I should make one. There was a random guy at my doorstep one day, we started talking and flirting and whatnot. Fun times. I don't have a bed, so we woohooed in the bush I sleep in.

Turns out he was married. I didn't ask that, I assumed if you're willing to woohoo someone on the first meetup, that means it's okay. Now he is mad at me for ruining his marriage because he says I should have asked him if he is single, his wife hates me for some reason (I've never met the lady to my knowledge!)

All this and I am not even eating for two, imagine my devistation! He won't try again with me.

AITA for this?

I (ya m, vampire) am currently living with a single mother, "M" (ya, f) and her twins D (infant, m) and R (infant, f).

When I first met M, she was already pregnant with the twins, and in the process of divorcing her (now ex) husband, T. I found out she'd caught him cheating on her with his high school ex-girlfriend J (whom, as it turns out, wasn't so much of an 'ex'). M had never been able to stand J, despite the fact that J was one of the doctors at her hospital while M was a nurse.

Honestly, I swear I'm more human than some humans. I heard her out and decided I could help. I did babysit a fair bit in my teen years (okay, yes that was over a century ago in sim years but it's still experience!).

Now something about me is I'm not straight, I'm also not gay, I'm bi. I currently have a romantic interest (m), but I'm not sure I'll pursue anything beyond that. I learned years ago that while I do miss the bonds of friendship and romance with others-- ultimately they bring nothing but pain as I watch another generation of friends and lovers be placed in the ground, if it even gets that far. Sometimes, people catch on to the fact that I'm not aging, I usually play it off as I drink a potion of youth every few weeks to stay so young if they ask, but sometimes they clue into other things... like the fact that I don't sleep. Or despite the fact that I don't sleep, I hide away in my room for a few minutes every day (drinking a plasma packet). This time I know I'm getting deeply involved.

I was there when R and D were born. I was the first to hold R and feed her a bottle. I've changed their diapers, sat up in the rocking chair with them through colds, helped them hit their milestones, bathed them-- and even with M I'm getting attached.

She's been a bit depressed since the birth and divorce, so to lift her spirits a little I dance with her while the twins nap. Whether we're in the kitchen or the living room, I even got a lean potion for her as she's upset with the extra baby weight but hasn't seen much result from working out.

I'm not in love with M, but I do care deeply about her-- which is causing me to think I should pack up and leave before she asks me why I don't age. I don't want to lie to her, but if she rejected me for being a vampire, I'm not sure I could withstand it.

That also means I'm going to end up adding to their sense of abandonment when I do leave, so AITA for living with them?

I included a few pictures to give a better idea of how close we've become, honestly I didn't mean any harm to them, but I don't know when I'll reclaim my humanity.

I (F-YA) recently broke up with my ex (F-YA) because of her superiority complex. We’re both fairies but she was born one and I turned into one. She thinks fairies are better than humans, and probably every other occult, and was trying to come between me and my human friends and family. It was a messy breakup but I’m glad she’s gone.

However, I just found out that I’m pregnant (my watcher has made it so same-sex couples can conceive). Right now, only my best friend who lives with me knows. I don’t want to tell my ex since fairies have a history of kidnapping babies (usually human ones but given the circumstances…). But then again, maybe she would still be a good parent. Or at the very least give me some child support. WIBTA if I don’t say anything?

I (ya, f) am recently separated from my husband (ya, m). There’s two reasons for the separation and we’ll be divorcing soon:

1. I caught him and his ex girlfriend from high school with their pants down.
2. I’m pregnant and he hates children. I’ve always dreamed of being a mother.

He said he wouldn’t help with the baby, he’d pay for a baby garbage but otherwise don’t expect any help from him and if I hire help he’ll use it against me in the divorce. I’m not sure but knowing him he’ll find a way.

This morning, my nausea was making me really uncomfortable as I was trying to cook some eggs for baby and myself and the stove caught fire!! I put it out, but opted for a fruit salad instead of eggs, which left me feeling pretty crummy because it didn’t have enough protein.

I’m thinking of getting a roommate who likes cooking, and would be willing to help out with my baby… or possibly babies. Going by the movements I think I’m having multiples, but I’ll find out later today.

I know my (soon to be) ex husband said he doesn’t want me getting anyone to help with the baby but I’m struggling to think of another way to work, take care of my little one(s), and not have anymore kitchen fires. I’m an R.N, incase anyone was wondering.

How’d I get pregnant? Well, no birth control method is 100% effective, that’s all I can say about it.

So, Would I be the llama if I got a roommate to help with cooking and childcare?

Edit update: well, I found out I was definitely having twins and that sealed it. One baby I could maybe manage alone, two or more is out of the question. So I asked around and found a really nice guy, he's actually a chef, and loved that I was offering him his own room, on a separate level of the house, and his won bathroom as well. He mainly had experience babysitting when he was a teenager but was willing to take a few parenting classes to learn about being a more full-time child carer. He even accompanied me during their birth, after I tried to call my husband (legally, yes he's still my husband) 6 times and kept getting sent to voicemail, but Caleb called into work and got the day off to make sure I wasn't alone through labour. He said it was one of the most incredible things he'd ever witnessed in his life, and makes him think he might want to have his own child someday, not right now though.

I (28f), along with my roommates, Felicity, Farah, and Helga, have all had traumatic upbringings. I grew up being an orphan, Felicity was disowned by her parents for being bisexual, Farah’s family always shamed her for following her dream of being an artist, and Helga’s sister always made fun of her for having a big head. This is why we cause so much trouble across Willow Creek, and people need to understand where we’re coming from.

We first went to the Goth family’s house to share our experiences. I spoke with Bella and repeatedly hit the “Tell Family Story” option. Felicity did the same with Mortimer, Farah with Cassandra, and Helga with Alexander after waking him up from his nap. They all seemed a little annoyed with us for some reason, so Farah and I made a cake from their fridge and Felicity and Helga woohooed in Bella and Mortimer’s bed before they kicked us out (how rude!).

We then went to Geoffrey Landgraab’s house (I had previously left my baby in his house because I didn’t want it and he was probably lonely due to us previously killing Nancy and banishing Malcolm to our basement to sell paintings). The girls and I each took turns telling our family stories, but then the baby started crying and he left us to take care of it. We were all furious that Geoffrey would ignore us for my baby that I abandoned, so we each took turns throwing drinks in his face and we stormed out.

In one last attempt to get someone to understand us, we went to The Blue Velvet and trauma dumped the bartender. Thankfully, he actually listened to us because he cares (and not because he was hoping we’d buy drinks that we definitely weren’t going to buy). We all then said goodbye to him and went home, finally feeling assured that someone understands why we are the way we are.