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the cakebread rainbowcy 6.4
welcome to the last entry of gen 6, folks! it is possible that this is the last update that will fall within the 10-year time frame that i jokingly said it was going to take to finish this legacy. hilariously naive of me to think my chronic distractibility could be contained within a mere decade.
picking up right where we left off, after playing it safe with some tried and true up-arm kisses, phelony was happy to hop into bed with envy and then move in. no chimes this time. this time.
phelony: i was skeptical at first, but that tub really is seaworthy....
grisaille: hey speaking of pork, if you two are gonna do that, take it to the bedroom. the new layer of scotchgard on the couch isn't dry yet.
phelony's ltw is to sell a §1000 masterpiece, so let's get crackin'
josephine: caaaaaaake
phelony: time for a lil 4am pick me up in the form of several handfuls of raw coffee beans!
there is zero form of transport from spare island but they still find their way across the ocean & break in at all hours to finger-wiggle at soap and crumb.
murielle, convinced as we all once were that thrashing the console around will make mario jump further: HURRRR
soap: hey, hey. guess what i did.
missy you better unyeet your bladder or so help me
snoozin'
skillin'
oh, so envy's not good enough for you, but her newspaper is?? get out of our sight
phelony: after this do you wanna split an extra large pepperoni with green peppers?
envy: you are the perfect woman.
phelony ended up dropping into a post-sex coma, but envy just used the time to do some wrist strengthening exercises/work on her ltw.
amity: nuts.
alas, the first of the gray gen polycule falls.
amity: "alas" nothin', this guy's got mai tais!
grisaille: man that porkchop grilled cheese sandwich really hit the spot. anyway, what are we doing?
envy: *loud gross sobbing*
envy: well, she ain't gettin' any deader! back to the robot-making mines!
grisaille: lookin good, one of my two still-living wives, lookin real good
grisaille: you're a kitty! :)
i often have sims who seem to not notice their spouses die. like, if they're not in the room when it happens they will simply not realize they're gone or react accordingly. in grisaille's case, xe knew perfectly well that amity was dead, was present for it, but xe must be the most well-adjusted sim in st. dumpling's claw cuz xe didn't seem terribly bothered by it.
but then this happened, and i hadn't saved after amity's death, so i guess griz just Sensed that it was not yet time to mourn xir favorite wife.
amity: time for some celebratory rock paper scissors with my favorite great-granddaughter-in-law/first mate of the s.s. bathtub!
ever since the indigo fiasco i have not let anyone wish for the ability to cheat death, but amity still managed to game the system. and she won't be the last.
novella: can't demote me if i quit, suckers!!
novella's ltw is to have, like, eight different jobs, down from the mod's original 15. i thought 8 would be doable, but i also have a custom lifespan mod that gives them a fruit fly's fart worth of time on [PLANET REDACTED], so novella's going to be guzzling elixir of life for the duration of her elderhood.
thessaly: hey
harlequin: hey. can i have the funnies when you're done? the paper doesn't deliver to spare island.
yeah because no one is supposed to get on or off of spare island, harley.
novella: i would do something about this, but sir cheddward and mr colbyjack are bare-knuckle fighting and i cannot tear my eyes away.
i was kind of desperate to ferret out the source of the crashing and wanted to move the cakebreads to a one-story house besides, to more easily keep track of them, so off they go to a new house!
in the interest of getting out ahead of the question: this is the layout for those who like to recreate houses. it is vaguely meant to be a duplex shotgun-style floorplan, but my execution was only so-so.
we will now go on a brief tour of some of the rooms.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
azaya and i decorated this one together so it's one of my faves!
tour over!
and there goes amity, truly minutes after they moved in. i remembered to save this time.
amity: bye babe, see you in about eight hours!
grisaille: wait what
grisaille, slouching and mouthbreathing until the very end: ohhh, now i get it.
so long, grizzles! you were an all-timer!
and with amity and grisaille's passing, so too must megabed be dismantled. rip in peace megabed.
novella: teehee, i'm playing hooky! i'm taking undeserved time off from work! what a scamp am i!
she has food poisoning & two dead spouses.
eyyy! congrats on your first gold badge, envy. four more to go.
litrix has been trying to write a best-selling novel for a while. this one is apparently about rats solving world peace by nuking fish. hmm, sounds awful similar to one of pep's plots.
thessaly: in your next novel, you could add a conclave of politically-savvy bats to take on the rats. perhaps they were once allies with the warmongering fish.
litrix: hey, i like that. flight would give the bats a natural advantage over the rats, so the rats would have to find a way to even the playing field.
thessaly: they could use poison! that's what i always do!
litrix: *chews pensively*
murielle: toilet's clunged real bad
you know what they say: whoever clunges it plunges it.
murielle: aw man
deer: we must secret away to the bathroom to perform our chaste waltz. how inappropriate it would be to be seen canoodling in this manner!
deer, in the very public kitchen, directly to the left of envy: HONK HONK
envy: just focus on the puzzle, just focus on the puzzle—
deer, having the absolute fucking audacity to be annoyed about PDAs: ewww, have some decorum! some people are trying to watch sifl and olly over here!
well. shit.
LITTLE LATE FOR THAT, MURIELLE
thessaly: eeevil porkchops
phelony, and also phelony's many pointy teeth: hiya!!
heyyyyy pep, you doing okay bbgirl? you have a good trip? nice little vaycay?
hm. no. we shalln't be doing that.
deer: how does one maintain sanity after looking into the eye of the cosmos? after crossing the event horizon to see the dark abyss beyond, its endless maw yawning wider still, ever hungry?
peppervine: hey you know what would be so funny
novella: oh ho ho, check out the mahogany finish on you
thessaly: so then the flower said to the sprout, "i'm rooting for you!"
envy: mother, you know how i feel about humor. how i feel is disgusted. and appalled.
st. dumpling's claw publishing house: hey, be honest, did you plagiarize this entire book from your wife and just find/replace "ladybugs" with "fish"?
litrix: whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? nu uh!
st. dumpling's claw publishing house: good enough for us!
one of these days the cakebreads will get through a single meal without discussing their sex lives in graphic detail with their direct family members, but not today.
murielle, choking on [JAM FACTORY] smog: hey babe! have a good day at work?
novella: nyope.
zoomt in on this maxis neighborhood deco. incredible job on that tire, guys.
thessaly: muwahahaha! the cats are putting their butts on the food preparation surfaces, and i amn't discouraging them! how positively wicked of me!!
phelony, smashing her hand through a chair in distress: helloooo! there's nowhere to put this hamburger!!
phelony: there's no counterspace in either two of these kitchens! none!!!!
this is peppervine's third lifetime want or s/t like that. i have honestly lost track of what this one was and how she fulfilled it from the bathtub.
envy: hmph! throwin' pots
i turn around and there he is. it simply never ends. go home harlequin.
peppervine: i know a way to get harley to stop breaking and entering.
peppervine: hey, cheer up buddy. sure, your book bombed hard. sure, it was just a rip-off of my book about nuking ladybugs. but if i've learned anything from publishing it's that with being so isolated out here, people eventually get so desperate for new books that they'll buy any old garbage! even if it's about, like, four sentient chocolate bars, and they're all cousins, and they all want to go into business together, but none of them want to go into business doing the same thing, so they draw lots to decide what business to run, and the one who wins wants to run a dog-washing business, but the rest think she said dog walking business, so they buy a bunch of leashes and bring them to the new business, but then they see the washing tubs and they don't want to get wet, cuz they'll melt, but they decide to do it anyway for their chocolate bar cousin and they all die, cuz they melt, but they die as a family.
peppervine: that's actually good as fuck i gotta write that down, stat! don't mind me, phelony, carry on doing what you're doing! and by "what you're doing," i mean "envy."
phelony and envy: *do, in fact, carry on*
there's truly no excuse for this. peppervine has a computer in her own damn room.
soap, in peppervine's room, which has a computer: *snurled up so sneetly*
i'll admit i kind of end up ignoring murielle in favor of other, more high-maintenance sims. so even though she has one of the easiest ltws (max skills), she was nowhere close to completing it and i finally noticed that her elder bar was full up. she spent an entire day chipping away at charisma in the ugliest bathroom in the house, but
i was not fast enough. and so murielle was about to be the first sim of the legacy to die without platinum aspiration, but
of course it did! of course it will! well, looks like murielle got a reprieve.
back to the skill grind!
hey, are you two idiots pregnant yet or what
phelony: yorp.
envy: yorp.
novella finally stopped starving for no reason, so i guess somebody's got to pick up the torch.
crumb: is this a stink cloud, or just evil sparkles? i'll never tell.
MEAN.
hey, just in time! proud of you murielle, enjoy the afterlife with two of your three spouses. i'm sure the other one isn't long for this world.
only the cats actually showed up to mourn. rude.
harlequin: not true! i'm here!
*grinding my teeth down to dust*
phelony: i like that your sparkles match my me.
crumb: me too!
i'm gonna be so sad when thessaly dies and crumb goes with her. :( it's been nice for soap to have a friend who isn't a dick to her constantly.
litrix: whoa! bold move to bet on blue dog.
deer: i'm feelin' lucky.
envy: woaw. invisible baby bump.
phew! that's the last job/promotion for novella! you know what that means.
time to immediately kick the bucket, and pass on the nonexistent ancestral family "business" which may or may not just be their shitty vacation lot that the game is convinced is a business because it contains sky's dumbass dj booth.
anyhow!
1) i've updated the cakebread download post to include the idiot polycule.
2) huge shoutout toazaya who profoundly delivered when i turned to her and said "i need you to make up peppervine's worst book idea yet. on the spot. no thinking, just go."
3) i guess i'll see y'all in four days or two years. bye!!!
picking up right where we left off, after playing it safe with some tried and true up-arm kisses, phelony was happy to hop into bed with envy and then move in. no chimes this time. this time.
phelony: i was skeptical at first, but that tub really is seaworthy....
grisaille: hey speaking of pork, if you two are gonna do that, take it to the bedroom. the new layer of scotchgard on the couch isn't dry yet.
phelony's ltw is to sell a §1000 masterpiece, so let's get crackin'
josephine: caaaaaaake
phelony: time for a lil 4am pick me up in the form of several handfuls of raw coffee beans!
there is zero form of transport from spare island but they still find their way across the ocean & break in at all hours to finger-wiggle at soap and crumb.
murielle, convinced as we all once were that thrashing the console around will make mario jump further: HURRRR
soap: hey, hey. guess what i did.
missy you better unyeet your bladder or so help me
snoozin'
skillin'
oh, so envy's not good enough for you, but her newspaper is?? get out of our sight
phelony: after this do you wanna split an extra large pepperoni with green peppers?
envy: you are the perfect woman.
phelony ended up dropping into a post-sex coma, but envy just used the time to do some wrist strengthening exercises/work on her ltw.
amity: nuts.
alas, the first of the gray gen polycule falls.
amity: "alas" nothin', this guy's got mai tais!
grisaille: man that porkchop grilled cheese sandwich really hit the spot. anyway, what are we doing?
envy: *loud gross sobbing*
envy: well, she ain't gettin' any deader! back to the robot-making mines!
grisaille: lookin good, one of my two still-living wives, lookin real good
grisaille: you're a kitty! :)
i often have sims who seem to not notice their spouses die. like, if they're not in the room when it happens they will simply not realize they're gone or react accordingly. in grisaille's case, xe knew perfectly well that amity was dead, was present for it, but xe must be the most well-adjusted sim in st. dumpling's claw cuz xe didn't seem terribly bothered by it.
but then this happened, and i hadn't saved after amity's death, so i guess griz just Sensed that it was not yet time to mourn xir favorite wife.
amity: time for some celebratory rock paper scissors with my favorite great-granddaughter-in-law/first mate of the s.s. bathtub!
ever since the indigo fiasco i have not let anyone wish for the ability to cheat death, but amity still managed to game the system. and she won't be the last.
novella: can't demote me if i quit, suckers!!
novella's ltw is to have, like, eight different jobs, down from the mod's original 15. i thought 8 would be doable, but i also have a custom lifespan mod that gives them a fruit fly's fart worth of time on [PLANET REDACTED], so novella's going to be guzzling elixir of life for the duration of her elderhood.
thessaly: hey
harlequin: hey. can i have the funnies when you're done? the paper doesn't deliver to spare island.
yeah because no one is supposed to get on or off of spare island, harley.
novella: i would do something about this, but sir cheddward and mr colbyjack are bare-knuckle fighting and i cannot tear my eyes away.
i was kind of desperate to ferret out the source of the crashing and wanted to move the cakebreads to a one-story house besides, to more easily keep track of them, so off they go to a new house!
in the interest of getting out ahead of the question: this is the layout for those who like to recreate houses. it is vaguely meant to be a duplex shotgun-style floorplan, but my execution was only so-so.
we will now go on a brief tour of some of the rooms.
azaya and i decorated this one together so it's one of my faves!tour over!
and there goes amity, truly minutes after they moved in. i remembered to save this time.
amity: bye babe, see you in about eight hours!
grisaille: wait what
grisaille, slouching and mouthbreathing until the very end: ohhh, now i get it.
so long, grizzles! you were an all-timer!
and with amity and grisaille's passing, so too must megabed be dismantled. rip in peace megabed.
novella: teehee, i'm playing hooky! i'm taking undeserved time off from work! what a scamp am i!
she has food poisoning & two dead spouses.
eyyy! congrats on your first gold badge, envy. four more to go.
litrix has been trying to write a best-selling novel for a while. this one is apparently about rats solving world peace by nuking fish. hmm, sounds awful similar to one of pep's plots.
thessaly: in your next novel, you could add a conclave of politically-savvy bats to take on the rats. perhaps they were once allies with the warmongering fish.
litrix: hey, i like that. flight would give the bats a natural advantage over the rats, so the rats would have to find a way to even the playing field.
thessaly: they could use poison! that's what i always do!
litrix: *chews pensively*
murielle: toilet's clunged real bad
you know what they say: whoever clunges it plunges it.
murielle: aw man
deer: we must secret away to the bathroom to perform our chaste waltz. how inappropriate it would be to be seen canoodling in this manner!
deer, in the very public kitchen, directly to the left of envy: HONK HONK
envy: just focus on the puzzle, just focus on the puzzle—
deer, having the absolute fucking audacity to be annoyed about PDAs: ewww, have some decorum! some people are trying to watch sifl and olly over here!
well. shit.
LITTLE LATE FOR THAT, MURIELLE
thessaly: eeevil porkchops
phelony, and also phelony's many pointy teeth: hiya!!
heyyyyy pep, you doing okay bbgirl? you have a good trip? nice little vaycay?
hm. no. we shalln't be doing that.
deer: how does one maintain sanity after looking into the eye of the cosmos? after crossing the event horizon to see the dark abyss beyond, its endless maw yawning wider still, ever hungry?
peppervine: hey you know what would be so funny
novella: oh ho ho, check out the mahogany finish on you
thessaly: so then the flower said to the sprout, "i'm rooting for you!"
envy: mother, you know how i feel about humor. how i feel is disgusted. and appalled.
st. dumpling's claw publishing house: hey, be honest, did you plagiarize this entire book from your wife and just find/replace "ladybugs" with "fish"?
litrix: whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? nu uh!
st. dumpling's claw publishing house: good enough for us!
one of these days the cakebreads will get through a single meal without discussing their sex lives in graphic detail with their direct family members, but not today.
murielle, choking on [JAM FACTORY] smog: hey babe! have a good day at work?
novella: nyope.
zoomt in on this maxis neighborhood deco. incredible job on that tire, guys.
thessaly: muwahahaha! the cats are putting their butts on the food preparation surfaces, and i amn't discouraging them! how positively wicked of me!!
phelony, smashing her hand through a chair in distress: helloooo! there's nowhere to put this hamburger!!
phelony: there's no counterspace in either two of these kitchens! none!!!!
this is peppervine's third lifetime want or s/t like that. i have honestly lost track of what this one was and how she fulfilled it from the bathtub.
envy: hmph! throwin' pots
i turn around and there he is. it simply never ends. go home harlequin.
peppervine: i know a way to get harley to stop breaking and entering.
peppervine: hey, cheer up buddy. sure, your book bombed hard. sure, it was just a rip-off of my book about nuking ladybugs. but if i've learned anything from publishing it's that with being so isolated out here, people eventually get so desperate for new books that they'll buy any old garbage! even if it's about, like, four sentient chocolate bars, and they're all cousins, and they all want to go into business together, but none of them want to go into business doing the same thing, so they draw lots to decide what business to run, and the one who wins wants to run a dog-washing business, but the rest think she said dog walking business, so they buy a bunch of leashes and bring them to the new business, but then they see the washing tubs and they don't want to get wet, cuz they'll melt, but they decide to do it anyway for their chocolate bar cousin and they all die, cuz they melt, but they die as a family.
peppervine: that's actually good as fuck i gotta write that down, stat! don't mind me, phelony, carry on doing what you're doing! and by "what you're doing," i mean "envy."
phelony and envy: *do, in fact, carry on*
there's truly no excuse for this. peppervine has a computer in her own damn room.
soap, in peppervine's room, which has a computer: *snurled up so sneetly*
i'll admit i kind of end up ignoring murielle in favor of other, more high-maintenance sims. so even though she has one of the easiest ltws (max skills), she was nowhere close to completing it and i finally noticed that her elder bar was full up. she spent an entire day chipping away at charisma in the ugliest bathroom in the house, but
i was not fast enough. and so murielle was about to be the first sim of the legacy to die without platinum aspiration, but
of course it did! of course it will! well, looks like murielle got a reprieve.
back to the skill grind!
hey, are you two idiots pregnant yet or what
phelony: yorp.
envy: yorp.
novella finally stopped starving for no reason, so i guess somebody's got to pick up the torch.
crumb: is this a stink cloud, or just evil sparkles? i'll never tell.
MEAN.
hey, just in time! proud of you murielle, enjoy the afterlife with two of your three spouses. i'm sure the other one isn't long for this world.
only the cats actually showed up to mourn. rude.
harlequin: not true! i'm here!
*grinding my teeth down to dust*
phelony: i like that your sparkles match my me.
crumb: me too!
i'm gonna be so sad when thessaly dies and crumb goes with her. :( it's been nice for soap to have a friend who isn't a dick to her constantly.
litrix: whoa! bold move to bet on blue dog.
deer: i'm feelin' lucky.
envy: woaw. invisible baby bump.
phew! that's the last job/promotion for novella! you know what that means.
time to immediately kick the bucket, and pass on the nonexistent ancestral family "business" which may or may not just be their shitty vacation lot that the game is convinced is a business because it contains sky's dumbass dj booth.
anyhow!
1) i've updated the cakebread download post to include the idiot polycule.
2) huge shoutout to
azaya who profoundly delivered when i turned to her and said "i need you to make up peppervine's worst book idea yet. on the spot. no thinking, just go."3) i guess i'll see y'all in four days or two years. bye!!!
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2) you are the funniest motherfucker i've ever met
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b) high praise from the funniest motherfucker i've ever met
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edit: OH forgot to ask, how do you pronounce Grisaille's name? I'd like to move xir into Chaos Chasm, actually the whole polycule's coming cause I can't separate them of course! just gotta set up ACR, first time using it cause I was too much of a coward last time I played lol. all of your sims are so cute it's so hard not to download them all 😄
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the pronunciation of griz's name has been an ongoing joke between me and
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I was wondering if you'd be willing to share the floorplan of the previous Cakebread house (AKA the repurposed Fiebelhouse)? thank you for the duplex floorplan. I'm going to have so much fun once I get my Sims 2 game working again.