Meet the McTavishams; a family built by their strong founding matron Aislynn when she was forced to leave her life behind her and begin anew in the Covena Isles off the coast of Edamonella. This story is fictional, and is an alphabet legacy challenge as posted on The Sims Resource, with the direct link here. I will be updating these in chapters which may or may not follow the same way I update it at TSR.

For any part of the story that is altered from the TSR version, or includes any "extra" pictures and/or scenarios, I will note these chapters with a single asterisk beside the chapter title. Any chapter/scene that is exclusive to Live Journal, and therefore does not appear on the thread at TSR, will be noted between asterisks. Example:  *Aldis Asks a Question, vs. *The Shower*

You can find chapters listed under which generation they are centered around. There are some that overlap different generations, as well. You can find them all cross referenced in the tags, or listed individually below.

IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 17, PLEASE REFER TO THE TSR VERSION

 

This version is updated on Live Journal specifically because it does not abide by TSR's PG-13 policy. Some of the following story may be graphic in violence and/or sexual content, and may not be suitable for minors. If you are easily affected by these two things, I strongly urge you to enjoy the version that is published on TSR.

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*title = Scene contains additional pictures and may be an extended cut of the original TSR version
*title* = Scene is exclusive to Live Journal - it never appeared on TSR.

 

Generation One	Generation Two	Generation Three
Ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11	Ch: 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22	Ch: 31, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42
17, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 32.	23, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30	43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52
Most Recent Chapters
Ch49: Revelation...
Ch50: Confessions...
Ch51: Decision...
Ch52: Leaving...

 
**NEW! 3/8/09**
The McTavisham Family Tree is now available for you to view! Please note that this link leads you to the CURRENT family tree as of the most recent post. If you are reading archived entries, please be warned, this may contain spoilers.

10/24/09 -- The McTavisham Family Tree

Braeden’s eyes flew wide with shock at the statement. Colton felt his nerves edging, making him feel almost jumpy.

“It’s a one-bedroom, in the city, close to work and school, the price is right, and no roommates,” he added, lifting the corner of his mouth slightly.

Braeden laughed sharply at the joke, remembering how Colton had ended up in this predicament in the first place. “Wow, well, it sounds great, Colton,” he said after a minute.

Colton nodded, feeling awkward. He coughed slightly. “Yeah. Thing is, they need someone to move in right away… by Monday.” It was Wednesday evening.

Braeden’s eyebrows rose further. “By Monday? So you’ll be leaving…”

“This weekend. Yeah.” Colton finished grimly.

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((Warnings: Wordiness. Detail oriented wordiness. And lots of pictures.))

It had come too close, Colton decided firmly.

He had been mere seconds away from declaring himself to her… if she hadn’t stopped him with her finger when she’d said she had no claim over him, he would have divulged everything to her, right then and there. In fact, if she had merely told him to pick her instead, he would have gladly thrown caution to the wind, let the consequences be damned.

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Claire’s chest was compressing in on her. It was literally going to snap in two from the pain, she was sure of it. Never before had she felt anything like it. It burned… It burned…

She shoved through the blurring crowd, not caring whom she pushed out of her way, feeling the tears start to cascade down her cheeks in earnest. Her breath came in sobs as she forced her way through another busy vendor and out onto the sidewalk.

Taking a cursory glance at the oncoming traffic, she darted across the street and began to sprint towards the hotel.

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He tore his mouth away from Maritza’s in the next instant, breathing raggedly as he disentangled himself from her limbs.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, easing himself away. “I shouldn’t be doing this.” He smoothed a hand over his bandana as he repeated the apology.

Maritza smiled, bemused. “Sorry for what?”

His jaw bunched tensely as he shook his head minutely. “For this… for kissing you when I can’t commit to… when I was just…” He fumbled for some way to make what he’d done sound better and was failing miserably.

Maritza’s amused expression seemed to blossom. “Commit to what, exactly?” she said, still sounding confused. She placed a hand on her hip and leaned to the side.

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** Please be patient with the pictures! ** I was able to get in, obviously, but I had to rebuild my beach-set in a different neighborhood. I decorated it sparsely and tried not to take too many involving the background... so like.. all the ones looking at the ocean or barely at the foliage? These are ALL on the new lot. There are few in here that were taken from before that I worked in... but yeah. I'm relieved I was at least able to get in and play around a bit... but I don't trust the good feeling. I think it's waiting in for an ambush later. Sneak-attack-like.

Also, sorry that not all of them are edited. I got impatient and wanted to put it up before the Halloween party tonight... WEE! Hope you all have a great Halloween!!! ::darts away for a shower.. cause wow.. i've been on here ALL MORNING and I'm still in PJ's... I'm sure you all wanted to know that, too:: 

“Unbelievable,” he berated himself darkly as he shoved the shower faucet off tersely and stepped back out onto the tiled floor. He hastily wrapped a towel around his hips and stood in front of the mirror.

A sound of disgust gurgled from his throat and he braced his palms against the counter. How could he have let his control slip so badly? He shoved his hand through his damp curls in frustration.

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((Warnings: None!! Rejoice, kiddies!))

The next two days seemed to be unable to decide whether to crawl by slowly or wing by feverishly causing whiplash to those that tried to watch.

There was plenty to do in Twikii; the family took a tour on a glass-bottomed boat off the reef of the Northern end of the island on the second day of the trip, and the third marked a hiking trip along one of the native’s migratory paths that cut through the heart of the island.

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((WARNINGS: ... Explicit. Again. Take heed.)) 

Three months had gone by quickly, but the tension between both Claire and Colton had never been thicker. Colton could only assume that Claire had deemed his returned hug at Christmas as an encouragement, and she had seemed to double her efforts at flirting with him when they were alone. He had striven to keep them in the company of other people ever since.

“Oh wow, look at that, Colton!” Claire exclaimed, leaning across his torso and pointing out the window of the plane excitedly. He hesitated only slightly before leaning forward and peering out the thick glass.

A large, jagged looking mountain rose from the sea, reaching up into swirling clouds; palm trees and white beaches cascading all around it. The water was a clear, bright blue, sparkling in the sunlight that shown down on it as their plane circled the island.

“Pretty,” he said quietly, leaning back into his seat. She was too busy looking out the window to notice that his gaze had slid from the window to her profile instead.

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((WARNINGS: Explicit descriptions; adult situations: For adult/mature audiences))

“Alright there, Colton?” Braeden chuckled as Colton made his way into the dining room for breakfast the next morning.

Colton blew his cheeks out as he sat down heavily. Brittany smiled and handed him a plate with eggs and toast.

“Here, you need something in your stomach,” she said, kindly. His insides knotted at the thought of food, but he accepted the dish, nodding at her in thanks.

He wasn’t one that typically over imbibed… he’d done that plenty of times when he’d first started college, and even then it had been on either mixed drinks or beer, but never wine.

He didn’t think he’d ever drink wine again after last night.

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((Warnings: Mention of alcohol use; Frustrating Man-Angst.))

Also, I know I didn't include this picture, but I will when I get a chance to go back into the game: I forgot to take it.  *It is important that Colton had a conversation with Christiana the night before that he cannot remember.* So pretend there's a significant meaning behind that, and there should be a picture there. Of them. Talking. Kay.