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the cakebread rainbowcy 6.2
heedly dee.
hunter grew up but i forgot to take a post-makeover shot for her stat card. oops.
envy also grew up, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that i gave her the exact same hair as litrix. there are 13 sims in this house.
amity: —but then, it turned out that the clockwork queen had cuckoo birds for tits, and when she opened her shirt they went SPROI-OI-OING!
viridity who is, i cannot emphasize enough, standing right there: meemaw, what are tits?
as far as sims are concerned, every game of chess is the most stressful game ever, especially when playing against yourself.
thessaly: shadowboxing julep?
peppervine: yeah. gonna punch her so hard her ghost flies out.
thessaly: neat.
soap: i don't feel so good.
(sights seen while 50/50ing content to suss out a crash, and removing the 50% that contains custom fur colors. nightmarish!)
sometimes i forget to assign beds to new kids, and they wander around pathetically napping on every chair and sofa. this is not one of those times. viridity and envy are just stupid.
peppervine: and then you just plop on down and let 'er rip! easy peasy lemon toilet.
soap: hm. pass. i'll stick with my rectangle filled with sand.
hunter, who has been here the whole time: hey everybody, is it family bathroom time?
amity: internet's been quiet today.
thessaly: heheheh. husband.
griz, upholding the tradition of breaking your whole neck just to check out wife ass.
harlequin grewed.
harlequin: i'm hoping the shirt will set the appropriate expectations. i am dumb as hell.
deer: puddles to mop? holy shit, it must be my birthday!
when i had to move the cakebreads out and then back into their house to fix the hot tub debacle, i forgot to stash thessaly's book and cauldron, so she had to go purchase new ones from the evil warlock who, it seems, was yet another victim of my loosey-goosey content culling adventures.
premade lots are a punishment for the eyes, but the colors here looked cool.
envy: ha ha ha! you're so funny, viridity!
viridity: i know.
soap: villain! i will not be ignored!
sentient yet silent unicorn mailbox:
envy: want to play repoman?
viridity: ew, no. just because you acknowledged my cutting wit doesn't mean i play with losers.
dude, harsh.
frolisch is still alive, but only because she's proven unkillable. every time i summon her to prim's lot and try to make her selectable for death, she cleverly snap-resets.
frolisch: i've transcended mortality and you're so mad about it.
a little, yeah.
murielle: HONK HONK
amity: heeheehee!
thessaly: please do this anywhere but my bedroom. :')
envy: hmm, looks like seance is up 90¢. should i hold or dump?
viridity: i love being an only child.
envy: wanna play?
viridity: just call me bartleby the scrivener the way you can go fuck yourself.
envy: i don't think he said that.
yike.
thessaly: when you're older, you and your sister can sort out your differences with bees.
murielle's at it again with the incinerated chili, but now she's inflicting it on others.
viridity:
oh, oh shit. where the fuck is josephine?
grisaille: right here! i took her for a walk.
how would you even—? you know what, never mind.
peppervine: i think it's worth interrogating where moisture-resistant boxers end and swim trunks begin.
snugglin'
way to go, ams! not sure why you decided to celebrate alone in the storage loft with naught but tiara's stupid bedazzled egg for company, but you do you.
no?? thank you???
grisaille: nice
also grisaille: hormph
verdigris: carefully camouflaged to commit evil deeds.
viridity grew up and is very cute. i misremembered her as having less nice points. she's actually fairly nice, just not to her sister.
didn't forget those 10 neat points, though. and what better way to celebrate the day of your birth than scrubbing an entire bathroom from top to bottom?
as a popularity sim, hunter has two modes: crying over her lack of best friends, or bragging about the ones that she does have.
hunter: i was something of a prodigy in my youth, acquiring my first two best friends in infancy.
they were her parents.
harlequin: that's so impressive!
it's not. harley's just a sweet little idiot.
grisaille: i should season a wok and then eat it.
deer: no you're the brightest star in all the sky!
thessaly: no, you!
deer: no, you!
townies just stroll in and out and i barely notice them at this point. too many fuckin sims in this house.
deer: hey mom, i'm out of puddles, can you go crater a bathroom?
murielle: in a minute, sweetie. lord cheddward just proposed to brie-anna.
litrix: whee.
novella cheers griz on as xie summons grilled cheese after grilled cheese.
thessaly summoned a familiar! her name is crumb and she is Perfect Iconic Magnificent Flawless
begging you two to find something else to do.
hunter: can't have bad grades if you destroy the evidence.
not how that works, but good effort.
thessaly went to buy good witch reagents from the infallibly good warlock and he decided to be a pissy baby. it seems to me like a pretty bad business model to only sell things to your friends, but what the fuck do i know?
how to kill a sim on command, that's what i know.
couldn't rob him of reagents, so thess just ate some of his food before leaving. as a power move.
the charitable read of this situation is that hunter's scoping out new friends to make. more realistically, she's being a little creep.
inside, harley minds his own business and bonds with crumb.
crumb: bird! bird! bird!
also sterling came over uninvited, which is the way most spares visit.
i guess it would help not to give away the ending in the title.
peppervine: it was an artistic choice! nobody gets me.
wow, would you look at that, the natural and expected consequences for hunter's "friend research." who could've seen that coming.
not hunter, apparently!
hunter: BAWW
harlequin: *dial up modem sound*
proud of you, grizzles.
you too, envy.
hm. the difference between a flop and a bestseller is 29%. that seems ... not right?
christ. the days before normal looking spectral cats were dark ones indeed.
amity's lifetime want was to have a golden anniversary, so all the kids came over to celebrate, and to stress the patience of my cpu
despite the lack of a cake, envy still opted to age up into her underwear right in the middle of the party.
harlequin: cool party meemaw. i really liked the part where we all crammed into the kitchen for no discernible reason.
amity: thanks!
envy: check out what my neck can do!
'can' and 'should' are distinct concepts.
crumb: BUG!
cool to see you've learned nothing, hunter.
hunter: not true! i'm only spying on foliage now.
viridity has mellowed out some as a teenager, and envy is a relentless suck-up, so they're starting to meet in the middle. which is nice, because it's only funny when sim siblings hate each other equally, otherwise it's just sad.
novella still does not have her shit together. her shit is so far apart it's in different countries.
envy's favorite activity is anxiously staring out windows.
envy: is seriously no one bothered by that sinister cloud of smoke that perpetually encases the [JAM FACTORY]? i think it's spreading.
i think it's against the law to worry about the [JAM FACTORY].
envy: oh, well i guess it's fine then. hey, i think i can see mom from up here!
amity and murielle: mblormphff
novella:
i guess someone's trying to max their toxoplasmosis skill.
harlequin and hunter grew up!
and moved out! they're both very cute, but neither of them are weird enough to be heir.
grisaille: i've accomplished much in my time on this [PLANET NAME REDACTED], eaten many a cheese, smooched many a wife. now i can devote myself to my one true calling: slouchin'
a) your genetics are broken and 2) only we get to mock novella's boundless capacity to be a fuckup. death be upon ye.
novella: not my close friend mackenzie lee! not dear, sweet mackenzie, with whom i am such good friends! oh woe, oh anguish!
i think all the exhaustion and starvation has novella a touch addled.
envy: dude, someone just died. stop trying to kill sentient yet silent unicorn mailbox for a sec.
soap: we all mourn in different ways. this is mine.
sentient yet silent unicorn mailbox:
hunter grew up but i forgot to take a post-makeover shot for her stat card. oops.
envy also grew up, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that i gave her the exact same hair as litrix. there are 13 sims in this house.
amity: —but then, it turned out that the clockwork queen had cuckoo birds for tits, and when she opened her shirt they went SPROI-OI-OING!
viridity who is, i cannot emphasize enough, standing right there: meemaw, what are tits?
as far as sims are concerned, every game of chess is the most stressful game ever, especially when playing against yourself.
thessaly: shadowboxing julep?
peppervine: yeah. gonna punch her so hard her ghost flies out.
thessaly: neat.
soap: i don't feel so good.
(sights seen while 50/50ing content to suss out a crash, and removing the 50% that contains custom fur colors. nightmarish!)
sometimes i forget to assign beds to new kids, and they wander around pathetically napping on every chair and sofa. this is not one of those times. viridity and envy are just stupid.
peppervine: and then you just plop on down and let 'er rip! easy peasy lemon toilet.
soap: hm. pass. i'll stick with my rectangle filled with sand.
hunter, who has been here the whole time: hey everybody, is it family bathroom time?
amity: internet's been quiet today.
thessaly: heheheh. husband.
griz, upholding the tradition of breaking your whole neck just to check out wife ass.
harlequin grewed.
harlequin: i'm hoping the shirt will set the appropriate expectations. i am dumb as hell.
deer: puddles to mop? holy shit, it must be my birthday!
when i had to move the cakebreads out and then back into their house to fix the hot tub debacle, i forgot to stash thessaly's book and cauldron, so she had to go purchase new ones from the evil warlock who, it seems, was yet another victim of my loosey-goosey content culling adventures.
premade lots are a punishment for the eyes, but the colors here looked cool.
envy: ha ha ha! you're so funny, viridity!
viridity: i know.
soap: villain! i will not be ignored!
sentient yet silent unicorn mailbox:
envy: want to play repoman?
viridity: ew, no. just because you acknowledged my cutting wit doesn't mean i play with losers.
dude, harsh.
frolisch is still alive, but only because she's proven unkillable. every time i summon her to prim's lot and try to make her selectable for death, she cleverly snap-resets.
frolisch: i've transcended mortality and you're so mad about it.
a little, yeah.
murielle: HONK HONK
amity: heeheehee!
thessaly: please do this anywhere but my bedroom. :')
envy: hmm, looks like seance is up 90¢. should i hold or dump?
viridity: i love being an only child.
envy: wanna play?
viridity: just call me bartleby the scrivener the way you can go fuck yourself.
envy: i don't think he said that.
yike.
thessaly: when you're older, you and your sister can sort out your differences with bees.
murielle's at it again with the incinerated chili, but now she's inflicting it on others.
viridity:
oh, oh shit. where the fuck is josephine?
grisaille: right here! i took her for a walk.
how would you even—? you know what, never mind.
peppervine: i think it's worth interrogating where moisture-resistant boxers end and swim trunks begin.
snugglin'
way to go, ams! not sure why you decided to celebrate alone in the storage loft with naught but tiara's stupid bedazzled egg for company, but you do you.
no?? thank you???
grisaille: nice
also grisaille: hormph
verdigris: carefully camouflaged to commit evil deeds.
viridity grew up and is very cute. i misremembered her as having less nice points. she's actually fairly nice, just not to her sister.
didn't forget those 10 neat points, though. and what better way to celebrate the day of your birth than scrubbing an entire bathroom from top to bottom?
as a popularity sim, hunter has two modes: crying over her lack of best friends, or bragging about the ones that she does have.
hunter: i was something of a prodigy in my youth, acquiring my first two best friends in infancy.
they were her parents.
harlequin: that's so impressive!
it's not. harley's just a sweet little idiot.
grisaille: i should season a wok and then eat it.
deer: no you're the brightest star in all the sky!
thessaly: no, you!
deer: no, you!
townies just stroll in and out and i barely notice them at this point. too many fuckin sims in this house.
deer: hey mom, i'm out of puddles, can you go crater a bathroom?
murielle: in a minute, sweetie. lord cheddward just proposed to brie-anna.
litrix: whee.
novella cheers griz on as xie summons grilled cheese after grilled cheese.
thessaly summoned a familiar! her name is crumb and she is Perfect Iconic Magnificent Flawless
begging you two to find something else to do.
hunter: can't have bad grades if you destroy the evidence.
not how that works, but good effort.
thessaly went to buy good witch reagents from the infallibly good warlock and he decided to be a pissy baby. it seems to me like a pretty bad business model to only sell things to your friends, but what the fuck do i know?
how to kill a sim on command, that's what i know.
couldn't rob him of reagents, so thess just ate some of his food before leaving. as a power move.
the charitable read of this situation is that hunter's scoping out new friends to make. more realistically, she's being a little creep.
inside, harley minds his own business and bonds with crumb.
crumb: bird! bird! bird!
also sterling came over uninvited, which is the way most spares visit.
i guess it would help not to give away the ending in the title.
peppervine: it was an artistic choice! nobody gets me.
wow, would you look at that, the natural and expected consequences for hunter's "friend research." who could've seen that coming.
not hunter, apparently!
hunter: BAWW
harlequin: *dial up modem sound*
proud of you, grizzles.
you too, envy.
hm. the difference between a flop and a bestseller is 29%. that seems ... not right?
christ. the days before normal looking spectral cats were dark ones indeed.
amity's lifetime want was to have a golden anniversary, so all the kids came over to celebrate, and to stress the patience of my cpu
despite the lack of a cake, envy still opted to age up into her underwear right in the middle of the party.
harlequin: cool party meemaw. i really liked the part where we all crammed into the kitchen for no discernible reason.
amity: thanks!
envy: check out what my neck can do!
'can' and 'should' are distinct concepts.
crumb: BUG!
cool to see you've learned nothing, hunter.
hunter: not true! i'm only spying on foliage now.
viridity has mellowed out some as a teenager, and envy is a relentless suck-up, so they're starting to meet in the middle. which is nice, because it's only funny when sim siblings hate each other equally, otherwise it's just sad.
novella still does not have her shit together. her shit is so far apart it's in different countries.
envy's favorite activity is anxiously staring out windows.
envy: is seriously no one bothered by that sinister cloud of smoke that perpetually encases the [JAM FACTORY]? i think it's spreading.
i think it's against the law to worry about the [JAM FACTORY].
envy: oh, well i guess it's fine then. hey, i think i can see mom from up here!
amity and murielle: mblormphff
novella:
i guess someone's trying to max their toxoplasmosis skill.
harlequin and hunter grew up!
and moved out! they're both very cute, but neither of them are weird enough to be heir.
grisaille: i've accomplished much in my time on this [PLANET NAME REDACTED], eaten many a cheese, smooched many a wife. now i can devote myself to my one true calling: slouchin'
a) your genetics are broken and 2) only we get to mock novella's boundless capacity to be a fuckup. death be upon ye.
novella: not my close friend mackenzie lee! not dear, sweet mackenzie, with whom i am such good friends! oh woe, oh anguish!
i think all the exhaustion and starvation has novella a touch addled.
envy: dude, someone just died. stop trying to kill sentient yet silent unicorn mailbox for a sec.
soap: we all mourn in different ways. this is mine.
sentient yet silent unicorn mailbox: