the cakebread rainbowcy 5.3

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let's fuckin goooo


(side note: from here on out we're gonna stick w/ using a funny or relevant picture from later in the entry for the banner instead of just the first pic ok)


per the previous update, verdigris had an extra day to take like seven bubble baths to get her aspiration up high enough that she wouldn't grow up badly and have a pissy baby fit like some other ppl i could name


mediocrity achieved, she ventured off to spare island. alas, amity will not be passing down any genes this generation.


one more birthday tonight, this time deer


WHO IS HEIR. BOOM. are you surprised? i was. because i fucking hate pleasure sim wants, but deer is very cute and i wanted to try out that hopeless romantic trait mod on a romance sim.


tiara's grave is still out on the front lawn where she died (and presumably managed to disentangle her soul from marsha's in the afterlife). i'm hoping she'll haunt us a lil before i send her over to mortal coil memorial cemetery with the rest of the dead 'breads.


i set up in a little shrine in her dumb tent using the plant and scented candle with which she romanced marsha Back In The Day


everyone is being a fucking weenie about tiara's death and won't stop wishing for her to be resurrected. sorry folks, once was enough.



deer, who showers fully clothed with his thinking cap on and then mops wet sand, was not selected for heir on the basis of his smarts. he's a pretty little idiot, and we love him for it.


the spares, meanwhile, are positively thriving on their empty lot


which is just down the road from where primrose reaper and her dad industriously keep the population in check, primarily through the use of falling pianos.

prim: by jove! that might be a cardinal! or perhaps a phainopepla covered in that mysterious bright red runoff from the [JAM FACTORY]


speaking of prim's dad.

grim: no more bone bullying. get in the damn car.

indigo: you can't take me yet! i have unfinished business!


DUDE!! NO.


grim was, thankfully, unmoved by indigo's plight.


indigo: but, but then who will be the almond fritter equivalent for our most noble house?

fucking no one!! the world doesn't need another!!!


there were no subsequent popups so i'm not sure what "business" the game thinks that the cakebreads own. unless they've been renting out their terrible vacation lot, which features such wonders as an open air toilet next to a dj booth.

murielle and amity: morfloblemrph


peppervine had a dead great-grandma fear, so things haven't been going good for her

peppervine: my tears have flooded the all-in-one bathroom

no, that's something you do regardless of mood. why do you think deer always has to mop the sand?


grief is an emotion best processed by hucking axes in the the middle of the night in your underwear, i guess.


soap: no scritches?


sky: scritches!!

soap: :)


sometimes you tab out of camera mode back into live mode and it's a bad time!




it is time for deer to find himself a wife. these are our potentials for teal gen.


he ran into the teal princess at the very first lot he visited,


and was immediately a little bitch abt her! super!


beryl, still having a breakdown over the lack of continuing education on st. dumpling's claw: AnD wIlL wE bE uTiLiZiNg ThE cHiCaGo Or TuRaBiAn CiTaTiOn StYlE, pRoFeSsOr?

ice cream shoppe teen: this job sucks. i should get into woodworking.



went to some other lots but did not see litrix or thessaly. just the infallibly good warlock doing aerial stunts, and then ash got water in her ear at the pool.


murielle: *daintily sips tea at a tea table that is autonomy-banned instead of eating real food from the kitchen right behind her, while on the brink of starvation*

i could kill you, murielle. i could kill you. gris has got two other wives, xe might not even notice.


chrysocolla: —with regard to the philosophical implications of throwing a baseball as hard as you can into your sister's face, let's consider the work of franz kafka.

amity: i am riveted. nothing could tear me away from this lecture, not even the fumes wafting gently off of my unwashed body.


skeleton doll: ow ow ow ow


this random teen townie showed up and all she wants in the world is that stupid slice of cake. she's been there for hours, i can't make her leave. even making her selectable and canceling out of the "grab cake" action, she just goes right back to it when i un-selectable her.


peppervine: i know everything there is to know about cleanliness


also peppervine: *sits in the cat litter box*


still looking for a wife, deer went to the pool again to hang out in the hot tub and not talk to anyone for several hours


but eventually litrix showed up!!! i sent him down to say hi


he continues to be a little bitch about the potential wives that i painstakingly sculpted for him!


last stop, the bar. to immediately get robbed. (deserved.)


it ended up being a small price to pay, since thessaly showed up!


FINALLY.


thessaly: one day i'm gonna do so much kissing. i'm gonna be like 'mwah'


deer: damn, girl is that a rainbow coming out of your end? because i bet a leprechaun would try to hide you from me.

thessaly: that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me!

it IS??


peppervine: BOOOARP


chrysocolla: —i would further posit that it was the banning of ska music in 22XX that put a decisive end to the ongoing trade embargo between the antarctic kingdoms. as to the economic implications thereof—

uninvited teen townie: so help me i am going to get that fuckin cake


chrysocolla: swole with the power of debate.


peppervine: now that gramgram indigo is dead, who have you got in mind for your new best friend? is it me?

soap: dude, too soon.


way to go etzel, i completely forgot you were writing a novel!

etzel: same!



aside from solo debate, chrysocolla's other favorite activity is solo mahjong. there's a theme.


peppervine: as i seeker of knowledge, i seek to know what happens when i do this with my neck.


oh shiiiit!


tiara: my favorite toilet! the one with the cushioned seat! they kept it!


tiara: WOOOO


tiara, diving into the toilet i guess: bombs away, fuckers!



she also possessed the bob lamp for a while, a feat so terrifying that novella climbed onto the counter about it.


chrysocolla: sure wish i could see a ghost. hey, great-great grandma tiara, seen any ghosts lately?

tiara: nah.


tiara: well, that was fun! i'm off to the cemetery. if you ever get rid of my stupid bedazzled egg i will literally kill you all!


back to the living idiots, gris's wives are all taking turns making out on the balcony. gris is not partaking because xe is working on xir lifetime want by endlessly shoveling grilled cheese into xir maw.

josephine: caaaake


peppervine: why do i have to mop the porch?

because you flooded it, ass.

peppervine: i don't see how that's relevant.


hey, it's sterling! second-favorite of gray gen. come to observe the life that was nearly yours?

sterling: you mean the bullet that i dodged? yeah.


you're going to have to dodge a much bigger bullet you don't stop drinking that fuckin tea

sterling: but it's cute when i do it!


chrysocolla: one last game of solo mahjong for the road!


adult chrys! off to join their siblings on spare island. but first,




yet another shitty baby knowledge sim tantrum

grisaille: lmao ew.


all better! sorta! at least they can join beryl's lectures with professor von ball. that's kind of like going to college, right?


finally, the very last birthday

peppervine: i'm going to be so good at being an adult. i'm gonna punch adulthood right in the dick.

deer: yeah, in the dick!


say hello to heir #2!


that's right, we're double heiring for teal gen. even after how huge gray gen was, i couldn't choose between deer and pep, so i didn't!

peppervine: *fingerguns* eyyy


with both heirs chosen, soap has changed colors to match them!

soap: sick, i look like a wintergreen tic tac.


sterling: thanks for the four slices of birthday cake, i'm going to go take a dust bath.


btw this is happening in the background and has been for days. i've given up on trying to force her to eat. she just keeps taking naps, waking up to eat a bag of chips, and then going back to sleep.


it's peppervine's turn to go mate-hunting and she's only got two to choose from. i got excited when she immediately heartfarted over emberlily, only to discover they have negative attraction. go figure.

peppervine: it's an aesthetic attraction.

yeah, well, aesthetics won't put a baby in you.


beryl: wHaT pOrTiOn Of OuR gRaDe WiLl ThE fInAl ExAm Be, PrOfEsSoR?

peppervine: oh, college? yeah, i took online courses.


luckily, peppervine's attraction to litrix was more than aesthetic!


but not mutual, apparently. i was pretty sure the only people that litrix knew were emberlily and thessaly, from having briefly been "roommates" with them on the empty lot where i randomly assign townie personalities and traits. emberlily was already at the lot, and i was interested to see what drama might unfold if it was thessaly that fell out of the sky, so i said yes.


instead, the hack stew in my game punished me for my hubris and summoned a teen. gross! time to skedaddle.


thessaly turned up at the coffee shop and deer beelined over to almost certainly assail her with creative pickup lines.

deer: when i saw you, i fell over and broke my leg. let's go to a hospital.


thessaly: i don't think we have one on the island, but i've got a tourniquet and a bone saw at home.



wondering where pep went, i panned over to the cafe just in time to see her snag her first kiss from litrix! i guess they put the whole set-her-up-with-a-teenager thing behind them.


needs were getting pretty low, so i sent them home, where deer immediately rolled up the "go on a date with thessaly" want. thes was happy to come over and get beaned with a pillow, so, that's cool.




the date was going really well until deer asked thessaly to move in. which is fair, they've known each other for three whole days.


but since this is the sims, it only took a few more makeout sessions to change her mind. and just in time, too, that stock tip would have brought us to financial ruin, otherwise. (no it wouldn't. this is a legacy, they already have more money than they know what to do with.)


her first act as a member of the household was to flood the litter box. neat!


cherry cox: i so enjoy our intrigues, unicorn mailbox.

unicorn mailbox:


someone got caught spying on the neighbors and has the audacity to be mad about it.


or maybe she's just annoyed by the endless PDA from deer and thes.

etzel: i sure as shit am.


peppervine: but, but i'm heir now! and i'm too pretty for manual labor!


she gives the most exhausted sigh after every single puddle, and then slouch-walks to the next one. the only creatures to have ever displayed more pathos are my cats when they discover that the bag i'm opening contains dishwasher pods and not cat treats.


litrix walked by and pep "greeted" her like thus. dudes, not in front of mailbox unicorn!


unlike thessaly, litrix took basically no convincing to move in.

litrix: i like your color palette.

soap: same.



BABY TIME. UPDATE OVER. see y'all in less than a year maybe!