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the cakebread rainbowcy 5.2
i've set the expectation bar so low with the occasional two-year gap between updates that six months feels refreshingly brisk, doesn't it?
switching things up and using a pic from later on the entry for the banner instead of just slapping the title onto the first picture in the batch because well
the first picture in the batch is just the kids burping an address to the nation
ash is here again, on uninvited visit from spare island, which has neither sea plane nor ferry so i'll assume she fashioned a hot air balloon from local foliage like in the mummy returns.
ash: whosababy? who is?
tiarsha: yeah, you're not gonna wanna put that near your nose unless you want it bitten off. we speak from personal experience. >:(
tiarsha went outside and threw one (1) axe and immediately maxed out body. i will attribute it both to the wisdom of age, and the fact that before they were brought back from the dead in the same body and lost all of their skill points, tiara and marsha were both ripped as shit.
inside, the cacophony of multiple birthdays!
indigo: only one cake? this party is lame, i'm going to bed.
soap: fuck you
towels: fuck you more
it is genuinely sad to see indigo sleeping alone in the bed she shared with roxie. :(
but enough of that shit! time for newly-implemented teen age-up profiles, a system lifted from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
azaya! watch me immediately fuck it up!
here's beryl, against one of the busiest possible backgrounds i could have picked!
verdigris, a capricorn despite being born the same day as beryl, because the sims 2 is just Like That.
deer, who has hopeless romantic as a sixth Secret trait. i'd like some romance sims who are not fueled entirely by the thrill of infidelity, so i am using this traits hack, but i'm not counting it as part of his five main traits.
aquamarine went right to sleep after birthday time so i couldn't make her over right away, and then once she was up, she promptly flung herself into the small, awkwardly-shaped, hard-to-photograph bathroom to play tub pirate.
and then, when shooed to the living room, picked this spot to do that deep-breath-spring-air animation.
anyway, i got her eventually.
SMASH CUT. murielle and novella wouldn't stop rolling marriage wants so i sent just the quadruple out to the chapel cuz the sims-going-with-me option caps out at ten. too many clowns for the car, i guess!
but then, just as the attendees were all giving their standing ovation, something ... happened. something i have never the fuck seen in the sims before: a wedding robbery.
false alarm, it's mauve in his work attire! boy's in the criminal career track, i guess. saw the buffet through the window on his way home from work and swung by for some canapes, to celebrate the fact that i apparently missed some spares in the big cull from last update.
amity: STAY AWAY FROM OUR CAKE, VILLAIN
novella: oh what the hell
murielle: oh no, violence!
orchid: hi, welcome to the bathroom! there aren't any stalls, but can i interest you in a fresh towel?
unsavory charlatan: —and the opportunity for upward mobility is tremendous! why, you need only to recruit three of your friends to make back your initial investment in bran! everything beyond that is profit!
iola: help
grisaille: hey babe, mind if i steal the first dance in this romantic locale?
orchid: you guys don't even want any towels, do you?
we have towels at home. (GET IT??)
murielle: THAT DRESS IS A RENTAL, IT'S A RENTAL!
sterling: this wedding rules
look who lost the fight she started. (it was the beer, by the way. the beer made her attack mauve.)
amity: owwwww-wuh.
mauve: well, this has been fun, catch you losers on the flip side!
he would not catch those losers on the flip side. he would go home to spare island and die.
back at home, things are considerably more peaceful, with sky and etzel again stepping up as the primary child rearers. shit's probably going to go assways when they're gone.
although, some of the teens have surprised me by pitching in unprompted
indigo: get oooout. i wanna use the frog shitter, it's got the cushioned seat!
not sure what a rusty pot is meant to teach a toddler about cooking, but peppervine's on track to be a master chef by the age of 10, since she won't goddamn play with any other toy.
beryl: best friends?
verdigris: best friends.
peppervine, exploding cat food from her person as per protocol: birdy!
aquamarine: i am having a love affair with this pineapple and mayo sandwich
deer and verdigris: lmao gross
time to fight over who gets to play with soap next!
aquamarine: and then the elf said, "are you going to eat that?" but by 'eat that' she meant—
verdigris: stoooop
aquamarine: —and then the goblin was like "hubba, hubba!"—
verdigris: i'm not enjoying this joke, my face is just stuck this way!
verdigris: minusminus :) :) :)
beryl: we have got to get aqua to stop using dwarf fortress as the basis for all her dirty jokes. to discourage her, i suggest we scream at her through a megaphone every time she turns on the game.
deer: sounds like a solid plan to me
towels got old and he's still an asshole. this is the personality i accidentally gave him, btw. that friendly trait is not doing much heavy lifting.
deer: you guys i'm going to get so fucking good at throwing axes.
deer: SHIT
hey sky, lose your eyebrows?
sky: yeah, in a bet.
grisaille: oh god, my wife. she, she—
grisaille: —she eats sandwiches that aren't grilled cheese! shock! betrayal! disgust!
novella, unremarked upon: *hromf*
indigo, what the fuck? i left you alone for five minutes! what happened?
indigo: it's personal
how did you burn off your eyebrows?
indigo: I SAID IT'S PERSONAL
grim: hey, uh. time to die or whatever.
indigo: oh dip
murielle: sure am hungry
everyone else: BAWWWWWWWW
deer: hey there great-gamgam!
indigo: yeah, no. i think i'll pass.
grim: what? no. this is death. you can't pass.
indigo: can. genie told me about the hand thing. put 'em up.
grim: ugh. fine.
murielle: i SAID, sure am HUNGRY
everyone else: BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
indigo: hah HAH. suck it, skull head!
deer: oh my god, are you death? i love your work.
sky: don't you guys loving having thoughts? i do. i do thoughts all the time.
indigo: you'll never take me alive, bleached bones!
grim: i mean, yeah. yeah, that is the idea. whatever, i'm coming back tomorrow.
indigo: looking forward to it, femur tits!
abruptly, birthdays!
peppervine!
chrysocolla!
peppervine: —and then he took the laser pistol and went pew pew!
chrysocolla: i don't care if it's a historical film, i don't support gun violence.
deer: buhhh
peppervine: fine. i'll go play hover monopoly with gramble etzel.
teens being siblings, siblings being teens!
indigo: yeah, but i cheated death! being pity-resurrected out of the toddler potty just isn't the same thing.
tiarsha: you know what? we're changing our favorite child. it's one of the dead ones now.
deer: are you actually going to use the toilet, or?
aquamarine: i'm practicing.
tiarsha: you think that we cheated death in a cool and valid way, don't you, soap?
soap: i do for treats.
amity: nice
peppervine: WHEEEEEEEEE! THIS IS SUCH A SAFE PLACE TO BE DOING THIIIIIIS!
peppervine: NOW LET ME GO INTO THE POND!
verdigris: stupid axes won't hit the stupid target. i should probably throw them harder, and with wilder abandon.
chrysocolla: —as for our fiscal gains this quarter, my plan is threefold—
indigo: GET SUBLUXED, IDIOT
grim: you can't bully me about my bones! you have bones!
indigo: and another day on this sweet, sweet mortal plane!
grisaille, showing off xir own subluxation: BAWWWWWW
etzel: sure am present.
deer: i'm going to do so much kissing when i grow up. i'm gonna be like "mwah."
indigo: we did it, towels! we cheated death again!
towels: deaaaath. ◉_◉
soap: if that brigand controls the air, then the ground is mine!
this just goes on and on. the second there's a spare with a high enough relationship with towels, he's moving out.
aquamarine: check out these quirky shenanigans!
lula hibbs, royal's daughter: bye, bus driver! thanks for bringing me to visit my extended family, who will ignore me until an unrelated adult comes to collect me this evening!
indigo: AXES
informative, thanks!
deer: buhhhhh
beryl: i'm as nice as i am boring, and i get zero screen time!
grim: okay, grim. you can do this. third time's the charm. just don't let her get to you. her insults don't even make sense, it can't hurt you if you don't let it.
towels: fuck you
soap: fuck you more
indigo: YEAAAAH! GO GARGLE YOUR HYOID, CALCIUM FACE!
verdigris: i cannot fucking take this emotional whiplash.
beryl: leaaaave. i gotta bust a grumpy!
deer: and i gotta check out the hottie in this mirror! narcissus, eat your butterfaced heart out!
roxie showed up to cry about the location of her urn, i guess.
amity: i'll have you know we put you on a very nice shelf in the attic and we dust you at least once a month!
indigo: hey babe! if you see grim, tell him he's got misshapen phalanges.
chrysocolla: what if i did a gregtalk where i just adjusted the mic for thirty minutes?
peppervine: comedy genius, no notes.
aquamarine: HFLARG
verdigris: talk about a rear-view mirror!
those are side mirrors but you know what? A-
and she sure looks thrilled about it.
etzel: i never know where to put the bishop!
bitch, no
sims always find a way to one-up your expectations. i might've put the trampoline next to the axe-throwing station on purpose, but murielle's the one who decided to jump on it in the rain
amity: WOO YEAH, DO BACKFLIPS ON THAT SMALL, SLIPPERY SURFACE!
thanks, i hate it.
everyone but tiarsha: *desolate weeping*
tiarsha: i've seen this episode before, i know how it ends.
indigo: eat marrow, vertebrate-face!
oof. tell me about it.
the teens got a makeover chair and now it's all they care about.
the youngest two aged up and i have already forgotten to get proper pictures of them as teens
did even worse with poor pep here
deer, photobombing: *struggles bravely to have a thought*
kitchen activities
peppervine: sunshine? i've heard tale of it. in legend and song.
aquamarine: would but there was anywhere for me to sit except directly in this puddle.
sky: hey
tiarsha: hey
sky: you here to teach teenagers how to read, too?
tiarsha: yup.
not a one of them has ever done a homework.
cherry cox brought us the mail, smiling with eyes closed all the while.
what's up, cherry?
cherry cox: they just passed that law. you know, the one where you can't look at the [JAM FACTORY] directly during operational hours!
wait, what? you can't what? why?
cherry cox: don't worry about it!
fair enough.
teen makeovers, revisited!
you win some, you lose some. like, you really lose some.
oh yeah, it's back.
and so is grim.
indigo: hey enamel-brains, how's tricks?
grim: this is so demoralizing.
indigo: that's the point! :D
amity and grisaille: *morblegarmblorm*
boom, time for teal adults.
beryl: nice! wait, there's continuing education on this island, right? right?
there isn't, and the hack i have to stop knowledge sims from having a total fucking meltdown about it has mysteriously stopped working! so, that's neat!
beryl: buhhhhhhhhhh
but hey, on the upside, you've got towels for emotional support!
bye, you two! it was a pretty close call, i really like all the kids this generation, but i gotta whittle it down. verdigris will be leaving, too, but her aspiration score was dangerously low, and she had a 'grow up well' want that would've tanked her. i didn't want a repeat of beryl, so i let her stick around another day to try to fulfill her dumb pleasure sim wants.
hmm, i wonder if there's been a cat butt on my keyboard while i went to get a drink?
chrysocolla: oh SHIT. why didn't anyone tell me it was the gubernatorial deathbowl?
peppervine: GO FOR THE EYES
you don't all have to crowd into the same dumb room tickling and punching each other, you know that, right?
whoa, what? no. DUDE! NO!
indigo: god forbid a woman do anything.
a familiar scene, but a different star
tiarsha: bro it smells like honeysuckle out here
chrysocolla: wanna know how i got these scars?
grisaille: hey guys, what are we doing in this front yard?
grim: so are you coming with, or are you going to just bully me about my bones like your mean daughter?
tiarsha: do what now? naw, we're so ready to go. fuck this mortal plane, we've got incorporeal shit to do.
absolutely the entire family: BAWWWWWWWWWWWWW
tiarsha: LATER, BATERS
switching things up and using a pic from later on the entry for the banner instead of just slapping the title onto the first picture in the batch because well
the first picture in the batch is just the kids burping an address to the nation
ash is here again, on uninvited visit from spare island, which has neither sea plane nor ferry so i'll assume she fashioned a hot air balloon from local foliage like in the mummy returns.
ash: whosababy? who is?
tiarsha: yeah, you're not gonna wanna put that near your nose unless you want it bitten off. we speak from personal experience. >:(
tiarsha went outside and threw one (1) axe and immediately maxed out body. i will attribute it both to the wisdom of age, and the fact that before they were brought back from the dead in the same body and lost all of their skill points, tiara and marsha were both ripped as shit.
inside, the cacophony of multiple birthdays!
indigo: only one cake? this party is lame, i'm going to bed.
soap: fuck you
towels: fuck you more
it is genuinely sad to see indigo sleeping alone in the bed she shared with roxie. :(
but enough of that shit! time for newly-implemented teen age-up profiles, a system lifted from
azaya! watch me immediately fuck it up!here's beryl, against one of the busiest possible backgrounds i could have picked!
verdigris, a capricorn despite being born the same day as beryl, because the sims 2 is just Like That.
deer, who has hopeless romantic as a sixth Secret trait. i'd like some romance sims who are not fueled entirely by the thrill of infidelity, so i am using this traits hack, but i'm not counting it as part of his five main traits.
aquamarine went right to sleep after birthday time so i couldn't make her over right away, and then once she was up, she promptly flung herself into the small, awkwardly-shaped, hard-to-photograph bathroom to play tub pirate.
and then, when shooed to the living room, picked this spot to do that deep-breath-spring-air animation.
anyway, i got her eventually.
SMASH CUT. murielle and novella wouldn't stop rolling marriage wants so i sent just the quadruple out to the chapel cuz the sims-going-with-me option caps out at ten. too many clowns for the car, i guess!
but then, just as the attendees were all giving their standing ovation, something ... happened. something i have never the fuck seen in the sims before: a wedding robbery.
false alarm, it's mauve in his work attire! boy's in the criminal career track, i guess. saw the buffet through the window on his way home from work and swung by for some canapes, to celebrate the fact that i apparently missed some spares in the big cull from last update.
amity: STAY AWAY FROM OUR CAKE, VILLAIN
novella: oh what the hell
murielle: oh no, violence!
orchid: hi, welcome to the bathroom! there aren't any stalls, but can i interest you in a fresh towel?
unsavory charlatan: —and the opportunity for upward mobility is tremendous! why, you need only to recruit three of your friends to make back your initial investment in bran! everything beyond that is profit!
iola: help
grisaille: hey babe, mind if i steal the first dance in this romantic locale?
orchid: you guys don't even want any towels, do you?
we have towels at home. (GET IT??)
murielle: THAT DRESS IS A RENTAL, IT'S A RENTAL!
sterling: this wedding rules
look who lost the fight she started. (it was the beer, by the way. the beer made her attack mauve.)
amity: owwwww-wuh.
mauve: well, this has been fun, catch you losers on the flip side!
he would not catch those losers on the flip side. he would go home to spare island and die.
back at home, things are considerably more peaceful, with sky and etzel again stepping up as the primary child rearers. shit's probably going to go assways when they're gone.
although, some of the teens have surprised me by pitching in unprompted
indigo: get oooout. i wanna use the frog shitter, it's got the cushioned seat!
not sure what a rusty pot is meant to teach a toddler about cooking, but peppervine's on track to be a master chef by the age of 10, since she won't goddamn play with any other toy.
beryl: best friends?
verdigris: best friends.
peppervine, exploding cat food from her person as per protocol: birdy!
aquamarine: i am having a love affair with this pineapple and mayo sandwich
deer and verdigris: lmao gross
time to fight over who gets to play with soap next!
aquamarine: and then the elf said, "are you going to eat that?" but by 'eat that' she meant—
verdigris: stoooop
aquamarine: —and then the goblin was like "hubba, hubba!"—
verdigris: i'm not enjoying this joke, my face is just stuck this way!
verdigris: minusminus :) :) :)
beryl: we have got to get aqua to stop using dwarf fortress as the basis for all her dirty jokes. to discourage her, i suggest we scream at her through a megaphone every time she turns on the game.
deer: sounds like a solid plan to me
towels got old and he's still an asshole. this is the personality i accidentally gave him, btw. that friendly trait is not doing much heavy lifting.
deer: you guys i'm going to get so fucking good at throwing axes.
deer: SHIT
hey sky, lose your eyebrows?
sky: yeah, in a bet.
grisaille: oh god, my wife. she, she—
grisaille: —she eats sandwiches that aren't grilled cheese! shock! betrayal! disgust!
novella, unremarked upon: *hromf*
indigo, what the fuck? i left you alone for five minutes! what happened?
indigo: it's personal
how did you burn off your eyebrows?
indigo: I SAID IT'S PERSONAL
grim: hey, uh. time to die or whatever.
indigo: oh dip
murielle: sure am hungry
everyone else: BAWWWWWWWW
deer: hey there great-gamgam!
indigo: yeah, no. i think i'll pass.
grim: what? no. this is death. you can't pass.
indigo: can. genie told me about the hand thing. put 'em up.
grim: ugh. fine.
murielle: i SAID, sure am HUNGRY
everyone else: BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
indigo: hah HAH. suck it, skull head!
deer: oh my god, are you death? i love your work.
sky: don't you guys loving having thoughts? i do. i do thoughts all the time.
indigo: you'll never take me alive, bleached bones!
grim: i mean, yeah. yeah, that is the idea. whatever, i'm coming back tomorrow.
indigo: looking forward to it, femur tits!
abruptly, birthdays!
peppervine!
chrysocolla!
peppervine: —and then he took the laser pistol and went pew pew!
chrysocolla: i don't care if it's a historical film, i don't support gun violence.
deer: buhhh
peppervine: fine. i'll go play hover monopoly with gramble etzel.
teens being siblings, siblings being teens!
indigo: yeah, but i cheated death! being pity-resurrected out of the toddler potty just isn't the same thing.
tiarsha: you know what? we're changing our favorite child. it's one of the dead ones now.
deer: are you actually going to use the toilet, or?
aquamarine: i'm practicing.
tiarsha: you think that we cheated death in a cool and valid way, don't you, soap?
soap: i do for treats.
amity: nice
peppervine: WHEEEEEEEEE! THIS IS SUCH A SAFE PLACE TO BE DOING THIIIIIIS!
peppervine: NOW LET ME GO INTO THE POND!
verdigris: stupid axes won't hit the stupid target. i should probably throw them harder, and with wilder abandon.
chrysocolla: —as for our fiscal gains this quarter, my plan is threefold—
indigo: GET SUBLUXED, IDIOT
grim: you can't bully me about my bones! you have bones!
indigo: and another day on this sweet, sweet mortal plane!
grisaille, showing off xir own subluxation: BAWWWWWW
etzel: sure am present.
deer: i'm going to do so much kissing when i grow up. i'm gonna be like "mwah."
indigo: we did it, towels! we cheated death again!
towels: deaaaath. ◉_◉
soap: if that brigand controls the air, then the ground is mine!
this just goes on and on. the second there's a spare with a high enough relationship with towels, he's moving out.
aquamarine: check out these quirky shenanigans!
lula hibbs, royal's daughter: bye, bus driver! thanks for bringing me to visit my extended family, who will ignore me until an unrelated adult comes to collect me this evening!
indigo: AXES
informative, thanks!
deer: buhhhhh
beryl: i'm as nice as i am boring, and i get zero screen time!
grim: okay, grim. you can do this. third time's the charm. just don't let her get to you. her insults don't even make sense, it can't hurt you if you don't let it.
towels: fuck you
soap: fuck you more
indigo: YEAAAAH! GO GARGLE YOUR HYOID, CALCIUM FACE!
verdigris: i cannot fucking take this emotional whiplash.
beryl: leaaaave. i gotta bust a grumpy!
deer: and i gotta check out the hottie in this mirror! narcissus, eat your butterfaced heart out!
roxie showed up to cry about the location of her urn, i guess.
amity: i'll have you know we put you on a very nice shelf in the attic and we dust you at least once a month!
indigo: hey babe! if you see grim, tell him he's got misshapen phalanges.
chrysocolla: what if i did a gregtalk where i just adjusted the mic for thirty minutes?
peppervine: comedy genius, no notes.
aquamarine: HFLARG
verdigris: talk about a rear-view mirror!
those are side mirrors but you know what? A-
and she sure looks thrilled about it.
etzel: i never know where to put the bishop!
bitch, no
sims always find a way to one-up your expectations. i might've put the trampoline next to the axe-throwing station on purpose, but murielle's the one who decided to jump on it in the rain
amity: WOO YEAH, DO BACKFLIPS ON THAT SMALL, SLIPPERY SURFACE!
thanks, i hate it.
everyone but tiarsha: *desolate weeping*
tiarsha: i've seen this episode before, i know how it ends.
indigo: eat marrow, vertebrate-face!
oof. tell me about it.
the teens got a makeover chair and now it's all they care about.
the youngest two aged up and i have already forgotten to get proper pictures of them as teens
did even worse with poor pep here
deer, photobombing: *struggles bravely to have a thought*
kitchen activities
peppervine: sunshine? i've heard tale of it. in legend and song.
aquamarine: would but there was anywhere for me to sit except directly in this puddle.
sky: hey
tiarsha: hey
sky: you here to teach teenagers how to read, too?
tiarsha: yup.
not a one of them has ever done a homework.
cherry cox brought us the mail, smiling with eyes closed all the while.
what's up, cherry?
cherry cox: they just passed that law. you know, the one where you can't look at the [JAM FACTORY] directly during operational hours!
wait, what? you can't what? why?
cherry cox: don't worry about it!
fair enough.
teen makeovers, revisited!
you win some, you lose some. like, you really lose some.
oh yeah, it's back.
and so is grim.
indigo: hey enamel-brains, how's tricks?
grim: this is so demoralizing.
indigo: that's the point! :D
amity and grisaille: *morblegarmblorm*
boom, time for teal adults.
beryl: nice! wait, there's continuing education on this island, right? right?
there isn't, and the hack i have to stop knowledge sims from having a total fucking meltdown about it has mysteriously stopped working! so, that's neat!
beryl: buhhhhhhhhhh
but hey, on the upside, you've got towels for emotional support!
bye, you two! it was a pretty close call, i really like all the kids this generation, but i gotta whittle it down. verdigris will be leaving, too, but her aspiration score was dangerously low, and she had a 'grow up well' want that would've tanked her. i didn't want a repeat of beryl, so i let her stick around another day to try to fulfill her dumb pleasure sim wants.
hmm, i wonder if there's been a cat butt on my keyboard while i went to get a drink?
chrysocolla: oh SHIT. why didn't anyone tell me it was the gubernatorial deathbowl?
peppervine: GO FOR THE EYES
you don't all have to crowd into the same dumb room tickling and punching each other, you know that, right?
whoa, what? no. DUDE! NO!
indigo: god forbid a woman do anything.
a familiar scene, but a different star
tiarsha: bro it smells like honeysuckle out here
chrysocolla: wanna know how i got these scars?
grisaille: hey guys, what are we doing in this front yard?
grim: so are you coming with, or are you going to just bully me about my bones like your mean daughter?
tiarsha: do what now? naw, we're so ready to go. fuck this mortal plane, we've got incorporeal shit to do.
absolutely the entire family: BAWWWWWWWWWWWWW
tiarsha: LATER, BATERS