Ayyyyy so I’m back from the cabin trip!
Here’s a picture of my cute af dogs sunbathing:
The golden retriever got to swim for the first time ever and loved it so much she tried to swim past the dock and we had to go rescue her before she drowned her cute-but-dippy self.
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Puffer's Random Townie Generator! 🎲
Hey y'all, I'm back on my bullshit! 😋 This time I've made a random townie generator for the purpose of townie makeovers! But obviously this can be used for whatever you want.
This generator includes all expansion and game packs with pre-made sims. (Except Batuu. I will never include it.) The world a sim comes from is designated by a corresponding emoji. The hidden sims can be found on the gallery 👍
Hopefully everyone can use this as a fun little CAS Challenge! If you do, I'd love to be tagged to see. Have fun!
Link Here! (mobile friendly)
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Meadow Carpenter-Rhodes of Riverview, before and after.
Back on my townie makeover bullshit. I just de-aged her, put some makeup on her, made her hair a little less yellow, narrowed her nose septum, and made her eyelids a little less puffy. All in all, the changes I made were super minor. She was already so beautiful, she just needed a little help bringing it out!
The reason I did this?
Well...I think she'd make a good werewolf. 😈
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Ugh, sorry this took so long, I wrote half of this and then Tumblr ate it. So! Over to the Ramaswami’s, where Priya is demonstrating why Tumblr needs a NSFW toggle.
Don’t ask where she’s hiding that mobile phone.
Secret Sue: Just so you know, we do have a dress code, and that dress code is clothes.
Anyway, here’s Rani! Probably.
Adequate parenting? In MY game?
Well... sometimes.
Clyde: This, by the way, is why I end up becoming the evil twin.
And here’s Sanjay, thrilled about snow.
Sanjay: It’s so cool!
Getting the dad jokes in early, I see.
Matthew: Please invite me in before my chain mail rusts.
Competent Nanny - The Legend Continues!
Matthew: But can she powder this ass!?
Marissa: Eggs though?
Sanjay: I could sleep.
So do it, I’m not stopping you.
Sanjay: You’re sure as shit not helping me.
That’s not a bed.
That’s also... hmm...
Sanjay and Priya:
Oh, OK, seems I can’t interact with the bed, oops! I’ll just do a lil force error aaaaand...
Success!
Nanny: How do you suck so badly at this, Matt?
Ballet!
Hi Lazlo!
Lazlo: HACK HACK COUGH COUGH.
Bye Lazlo!
Priya: I mean, the great thing about a Victoria Sponge is that it uses basic ingredients and doesn’t cost much. Who wants to waste £40 and a whole day whipping up a mad trifle though?
Clyde grows up! He’s a fancy little guy!
And it’s straight on the pot.
Rani next!
Priya: I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME!
Nothing a little TV time with Mary-Sue can’t fix.
Or, y’know, that works too.
So nice to see that parenthood hasn’t affected their love life.
Even though it’s trying really hard.
Baby goes on floor?
Baby goes on floor.
Sanjay: Can you not flush the toilet when I’m showering!?
Priya: Maybe you should not shower when I’m using the toilet?
Nanny: Who needs outerwear when there’s men this hot out?
Toddler training!
Toddler trained!
Is there some reason you decided to grill sausages in the snow?
Sanjay: It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Nanny: Peek a boo!
And then more toddler training.
Clyde: That’s right, give me the good shit.
Speaking of...
Sanjay: You disgust me.
Priya: Wanna take a break from childcare and make out?
Sanjay: Absolutely!
Sanjay: *motorboats*
Then back to childcare.
Decided it was about time I gave the nanny a nice, comfy makeover.
Carmen: Maybe next you can try remembering my name.
I’ll give it a go!
Well that was a fucking waste of time, wasn’t it.
Oh, in case you were wondering, Clyde really wasn’t joking about being the evil twin.
Jesus Christ, Clyde.
He does have his adorable moments though.
Clyde: GET DOWN HERE SO I CAN EAT YOU.
Townie: Ugliest man alive.
Sanjay: I don’t have to take this from a townie with glitch-tone hair.
Today I learned Sims can hold toddlers while they learn charisma!
More of this.
Priya: Ew, disgusting. Time to clean.
Once again, that was a fucking waste of time, wasn’t it.
Clyde: Bitch.
Priya: Nope nope nope I already cleaned that toilet twice.
Clyde: You were done with that, right?
Rani: No!
Clyde: Wow, that’s too bad, ‘cause it’s mine now.
Rani: BETRAYAL!
Sanjay: Damn, did she throw up in here too?
Quite possibly.
But before we have to deal with any new babies, let’s deal with the old ones.
First to grow up is Clyde.
Clyde: I wish Matthew was my dad.
Nope.
Natasha: But is it art?
And then it’s Rani’s turn.
I’m just... going to ignore that. They’re getting new clothes anyway.
Sanjay: Hey, cutie.
Heather: True love.
You’re at his kid’s birthday-
Heather: TRUE. LOVE.
Anyway, here’s Clyde with clothes. For some reason, he looks permanently exhausted.
Clyde: Evil is a full time job.
Yeah OK shut up, Megamind.
And here’s Rani. She also looks knackered.
Rani: It’s hard work being the good one.
Clyde: *torment*torment*torment*
Rani: For example, I have to put up with this bullshit.
There’s always time for ponies though.
This would be a cute family picture if half of these people weren’t random gatecrashing strangers.
Pop!
So now Priya’s showing, I let her relax at home while Sanjay took the twins to the park.
Clyde: I’m in space, maaaan!
Rani: Tee hee.
And then Sanjay abandons his children to go gambling.
Sanjay: Hey, could be worse, this could be that strip poker table you have.
True!
The twins rolled a want for playground equipment and now Rani lives there.
Ah, now this is a nice family bonding picture.
And I couldn’t not post a nice, family dinner, could I?
Another pop!
But for now we’ll leave Priya and Sanjay literally necking.
Sanjay: Honestly, I have zero complaints about the height mod, I’m exactly where I want to be.
Uberhood Index
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Octavia Moon and Thorne Bailey are the power couple of the century. Octavia is the lyrical genius behind all of Thorne's greatest hits. Due to Thorne's most recent misshap on social media his public image has started to falter. His fans are starting to realize that Octavia is the real talent as they should.
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The Glenn Legacy: G1, Entry #5
START HERE | PREVIOUSLY ON: Bimby discovered that blondes are Elle’s turn-off and, in a desperate bid to salvage what would turn out to be a doomed venture, took her hair to the dark side of the Force. Although it did the job of getting her laid, Elle legged it before she woke, and we’re not wasting any more time and effort on somebody who isn’t willing to endure a terminally awkward morning after. Plenty more fish in the sea! Our girl can do better! BYE ELLE!
...oh wait, this is a five people city and Bimby already tried to date two of those. Hm. Maybe we should reconsider... I mean, maybe the sex was THAT bad, maybe Elle has some sort of tragic backstory that justifies her reaction, maybe she had to run off because she remembered she’d left the stove on! We don’t know! Bimby, perhaps you should give her a call and ask what that was all...
NO? What do you mean, “no”?
...you want to go out, bleach your hair back to blonde and try to forget that this embarrassing and hurtful episode ever took place, so that your last shred of dignity will be salvaged? Why, I’d never!
I mean. It’s true that your current hair color doesn’t flatter you. And you won’t attract a mate among the few possibilities left open if you look anything but your bes-whadaya mean, you want to do this for you? The heck do you think this legacy challenge is about, self-actualization and learning to love yourself and all that hippy wooo fandango crap? You’re a collection of pixels and your autonomy is off. GTFO with this feminism bullshit. Honestly, next you’ll be burning bras and wanting to start a home business! Just. Argh! Just go sort out your hair. Then we’ll go back to wife hunting and never speak of this again.
“HELLO I’M WANTING TO FIX MY TERRIBLE LIFE CHOICES AND ALSO THIS HAIR COLOR- wait, I know you! You’re Jamie the Delivery Guy! Who delivers my author’s copies! And my food supplies! How come you’re cashiering at the hair salon slash boutique?”
“There’s five people in this city, we all stack functions like otters building a dam.”
“OK FAIR ENOUGH.”
Bimby! Stop gabbing and go make yourself look attractive instead of wasting time! Jamie has a penis, he is not a suitable mate!
Okay, yes, I suppose you can update your wardrobe too, since we are here. You’ve been wearing the same dress since you came to Kleinestad. Which, er, may account for why you never got that promotion back when you had a normal job, come to think about it. Anyway. Go wild. Get something sexy and alluring and fancy and mature and that gives off the illusion that you have your shit together. Yes, it’s a filthy lie, but people 👏 don’t 👏 need 👏 to 👏 know 👏 that!
Hm, let’s see what she went with.
BIMBY NO.
Sweet eye in the sky, what are you, a toddler wearing her mom’s heels? You look ridiculous!
I don’t care if you like it, Bimby! Yes, it’s VERY you. That’s exactly the problem! JESUS!
*dry heaves* I’m never getting this woman married. This legacy is doomed. DOOMED. Should just burn everything down and salt the earth. Full Carthage treatment for this city. It’s not working out anyway, I don’t have the patience to make marriageable townies to populate it and as long as it’s just Bimby and Jamie and Nancy (who we’ll never talk to again) and Elle (ditto) and Cathy (we haven’t met her because she’ll need a pre-introduction makeover and I haven’t been arsed to do that for her yet) this challenge will always feel too claustrophobic to be a satisfying thing to carry on with. To be honest, I regret the choice to use a sort-of-doomed hood that won’t get developed further as the starting point of this legacy. Bimby would have stood a much better chance of finding a decent partner in that other hood I’ve been investing hours and hours in decorating and populating and-
Hm. Bimby? How do we feel about moving? I know you just finished building your house, and that your finances are finally stable, and that you’ve only arrived in your current city less than a month ago... but, just imagine! You won’t ever have to cross paths with Elle again! You won’t have 1000+ newspapers piling up on your doorstep because you want to keep Nancy from coming by! I mean, just think about it, it’s-
Bimby? Are you even listening to me? Bimby?
“Wow, Jamie the Delivery Guy! Who would have thought you’d also be a qualified hairdresser!”
“STACKING. LIKE. OTTERS. So, how do you want me to style this?”
“Don’t care as long as it’s volatile!”
“WHOAH.”
Huh. Okay. Now, Bimby, we were discussing the possibility of you getting your ass somewhere with a surplus of attractive marriageable ladies (I should know, I put a lot of work in ensuring they met a certain standard of pretty) and traumatized orphans you can adopt, or men with good genes whose seed you can yoink to impregnate yourself with. The real estate market is an absolute fart basket right now, what with there having been an apocalypse, so it’s possible that you’ll lose all the capital you invested in the house, but-
...Bimby. Stop that! If you aren’t going to put a ring on it, don’t waste a hug on it. For fuck’s sake! He’s not even good for filling a turkey baster - that would just turn out fantastically awkward, and then you’d need to avoid him too, which would mean sending your writing career down the drain and you quite possibly dying of starvation once the groceries run out. No hugs! It’s not even that nice a makeover! And you’re going to pay him for it in actual cash anyway!
...you’re literally not going to stop hugging this guy until your relationship points hit 100/100, are you? OKAY. FINE. BE LIKE THAT! Waste your social skills on cultivating platonic friends, see what that’ll get you!
...”HAPPINESS!” is not an acceptable answer, you nitwit!
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Over to the Summerdreams! Third time now. Let’s see if I remember to save the text this time.
Bottom and Puck immediately start congratulating each other on their makeovers.
Puck: Nice wings, sis.
Bottom: Thanks! Yours are pretty neat too!
And Oberon and Titania seem pleased with their new looks too.
Titania: What do you think of my new dress?
Oberon: Horrible. Take it off.
Titania: Better?
Oberon: Much.
Nature Leader: Whoa, are those elf ears!?
Puck: It’s rude to stare.
So I’d lost track of time and wound up playing most of Monday back in 2012, which means they’re now at full energy at 9pm. So. Family trip to Magic Land!
Townie: Heyyy, it’s the fae!
Titania: Still rude to stare.
Oberon: Everyone boogie down!
Possibly not a good idea to gamble with fairies.
Titania: Should I be drinking this if I’m pregnant?
Titania: Nah, I’m not pregnant.
Titania: Or am I?
I fail to see how that’s any of your business.
Riordan wanted to play with Tessa Ramirez, so I invited her over.
Tessa: Love the wings.
Titania: Oh shit, I’m not ready for this.
Reload. And I’ve decided to give Gin up for adoption, three dogs and a baby is just too much, especially when two of those dogs are Danny and Sarah Crittur.
Headmaster time!
Bottom: Too slow.
Oh I’m sorry, am I boring you?
Oberon: Honestly, yes.
Titania: Now it’s our turn to bore you.
Titania: OK. This is happening.
Thanks! Been a while since any of my Sims got a freebie.
Sarah: Keep walking, townie.
Danny seems to be a bit less filthy this round, but it’s still a chore to wash him.
Bottom: Cuffs.
Buck: I genuinely don’t know how to respond to that.
Bottom: Ugh, can’t I just enchant my teacher into believing I’ve done the homework?
‘Fraid not. Despite appearances, you don’t actually have any magic powers.
Bottom: This is bullshit.
Titania: Oooh, getting excited now!
Bottom: Snow!
Uhhhhhh.....
Some more of this.
Titania: It’s not like I can get any more pregnant.
Bottom: Just ignore the pounding noise.
Tessa: I’m ignoring everything.
Riordan: And this is how I died.
Sarah: I don’t like it.
It’s baby time!
Multiples! Been a while since I had a multiple birth!
And it’s twins! The one on the floor is Viola, and the one about to end up on the floor is Tristan. And as an added bonus, the name are both fairy and Shakespeare, which is nice because all the fairy Shakespeare names are taken.
Titania: Whoa, we’re halfway there...
In a stunning show of stellar parenting, both babies have made it into the bassinets.
And then I spotted this in neighbourhood view. Maybe I should check it out.
Or maybe this is my cue to close the game for the day.
Bottom: Dad, can you not bring home crooks? You’re not even in the Criminal career path.
Opal: OK, but seriously, move that tree and flatten the terrain a little, and you can fit a driveway riiiiight there.
Bottom’s constant ‘Buy A Car’ want: ...Tell me more.
Back to the marketplace. The good news is, it does just seem to be a problem with the neighbourhood textures, which is a problem for future me.
Bartender: Vodka tonic?
Mrs C: Hold the tonic. I have seen so many sluts today.
Whoa whoa what whoa what are you doing here!?
Wha-
Oh. I thought I’d trained the picky out of Sarah, but here she is, choosing to starve to death rather than touch a single one of the three full food bowls. THANKS.
Animal Cop: -Neglect, abuse, starvation...
Puck: Sir, I am a baby fairy.
Good news is, the ban on adopting back neglected Sims doesn’t extend to the animal ones.
Sarah: Goddammit.
Puck: And this is how you pour out kibble.
Sarah: Can’t you just teach me to open the fridge?
Happily Danny’s a lot happier to come home.
Danny: Eeeeee belly rubs!
Puck and Bottom need to make some more friends, so I invited over Benedick and Beatrice.
Beatrice: Hugs?
Benedick: I’m too cool for hugs.
Beatrice: GASP!
This from a man in a crop top.
Realised that teaching Danny skills is a great way to build social.
Titania: Baby goes in bassinet. Because I’m not a total idiot.
And then it’s time for Riordan’s birthday!
Riordan: I wish to show up a bit more in this update.
I’ll see what I can do.
Bottom: This hot enough for you, Fireboy?
And then it’s Tristan’s birthday.
Oberon and Tristan: Change Riordan’s outfit first. We’ll wait.
Oh all right then.
So here’s madeover teen Riordan and he’s adorable.
Riordan: I wanna get probed.
I’d say that’s between you and your God, but oh wait, that’s me! So I’ll see what I can do.
Isabella: Did I miss the party?
Nanny: What does it look like, idiot?
Isabella: Looks like there’s still more party to go.
And she’s right! Next up is Viola.
She’s gorgeous.
And now another try at aging up Tristan.
Horrible suit!
Much better.
Viola: *intense concentration*
Oberon: Hey.
Some adorable sibling bonding.
But now it’s time for Puck to head off to university. Everybody route-failed trying to cross the terrain in the back garden, so Oberon was the only one to make it to the taxi.
Oberon: Bye son! Cause chaos!
Puck: Will do!
And then!
Riordan: I AM HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS!
Too late!
Sarah: Welcome home.
And now you’re back, you can call-
Riordan: Changed my mind.
BONUS: Puck rolled Sim State, so I put him in the same dorm as Jimmy Phoenix, who finally managed to snag a first kiss from his reluctant crush, Seymour. Yay Jimmy! You can still do better!
UBERHOOD INDEX
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