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[nobodyatall6]

Modding help needed

Any modders out there who could help me troubleshoot something I'm working on? I'm having trouble getting an object to charge money properly on owned business lots.

I've tried a couple discords but the ones I'm on don't seem to have that much traffic.

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Rings, Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“I’m a weak man.”

“That’s an interesting way of pronouncing ‘serial adulterer’.”

Don found some balled up socks on the floor and chucked them at Nina, who dodged easily.

“Shut up. This is serious.”

“Why do you want to marry her anyway? She seems like a drip to me.”

“I love her.”

Nina cocked her head and squinted at him, considering.

“I think I do believe you,” she said after a moment. “But only because you love anyone who lets you put your tongue in their mouth.”

He looked around for more socks to throw at her, but there wasn’t anything within arm’s reach.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to marry her,” Nina continued. “Is it the money? You gonna quit the hospital and become a house husband in that big haunted mansion?”

That thought honestly hadn’t occurred to Don. In fairness, almost nothing about After had occurred to him. He never really made a habit of thinking beyond the present moment.

“It just…seemed like the thing to do,” he muttered, finally.

Years ago he had taken Nina to a carnival, because that seemed like the sort of thing people do, taking their girl to the fun fair and winning her a big stuffed bear or something. But he hadn’t been able to ring the bell on the test-your-strength machine. He had been embarrassed, but she had taken the mallet from him and told him it wasn’t about strength, it was about accuracy. The closer you hit to the middle of the button, the higher you go.

CLANG! Straight to the center. Right in the heart. She hit it every time.

“But I mean, christ. Monday? That’s soon.”

“I didn’t know about that part when I proposed,” he grumbled. “I thought it would take, like, ages. People take months to even set a date. Pick out, fuckin’…table settings. Rich people especially.”

“Ohhh, I see now,” Nina said, arching her back languidly over the arm of the couch. Don watched her tank top wrinkle over the curves of her body. No matter how many times she did that, it was still sexy.

“You thought you’d end up in a perpetually-engaged, wedding-planning limbo where you wouldn’t have to make any decisions, would keep her happy by saying yes to everything she wanted, and could just keep things the way they were for ages.”

“But you didn’t count on the power of Daddy’s old-country Catholicism and now you’re getting married in two days and you’re panicking because everything is supposed to change and you can’t even stop yourself from boning your cleaner.”

CLANG! Straight to the center. Right in the heart. She hit it every time.

He did his best to snort derisively. “Oh, piss off, Sigmund Freud. You’re just jealous that I found someone who isn’t you.”

She smirked and rolled off the couch. “I have no reason to be jealous when it comes to you, Don Lothario.”

“You’ll never change.”

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Rings, Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

He would end it.

He would call her up she would come over and just tell her, straight up, that he was getting serious with someone else and that it was over, sorry, you’re great but I have to settle down, you know how it is.

He had planned to do this before, a couple times, but always ended up putting it off until later. And then later. The same cycle of determination, surrender, regret, repeat: ring around the rosie.

This time was different, though. He was engaged. He was getting married in five days.

Five days, for fuck’s sake.

So he had to tell her it was over.

She would be upset, but he didn’t think she would take it too badly. She was sweet.

Sweet…and soft…and biddable.

He couldn’t keep doing this. He had to end it.

In the morning, he’d tell her this had to be the last time. Ring around the rosie.

We all fall down.

Part 4

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Rings, Part 2

Part 1 is here.

The little velvet box felt physically hot in Don’s jacket pocket as they walked up the path to the restaurant. He kept touching it to make sure it was still there and then guiltily jerking his hand out of his pocket, afraid she would notice, and guess.

It was a cheap ring, bought surreptitiously from a tacky souvenir stand next to the fruit and vegetable market while Cassandra was trying on flannel shirts. He could get her a better one later, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was if he thought about any of it too hard—the ring, the podium, the hostess behind the podium, the dinner, the question, all the possible futures that could result from the possible answers to the question—his head started to buzz and he wanted to sit down.

Instead, he ran his thumb over the velvety box one more time and put one foot in front of the other until he miraculously made it the through the lobby to to the hostess. His throat felt suddenly dry and seized up but somehow Cassandra didn’t notice, and she gave their names and they were conducted to their table and handed menus like everything was normal and fine.

He waited until she disappeared into the restroom to wash her hands and then flagged down the server.

“Um,” he said. The server looked at him expectantly. This was the point of no return. If he shut up now everything could stay normal. Everything could stay the way that it was and he could make no decisions.

“Could you do me a favor?” he heard himself asking. He pulled the box out of his pocket and put it on the table. It sat there menacingly. It was looking at him. How could something with no features be looking at him?

“I’m going to order some champagne later, could you uh—“ his throat seized up again, “Could you make sure that this ends up in my girlfriend’s glass?”

“Oh!” the server had been momentarily confused by his stammering, but their face cleared when they picked up the box. “Of course, sir! I’ll give it to our bartender, he’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you.”

The brief interaction had left Don feeling sweaty and ill, and he couldn’t believe that Cassandra still didn’t notice anything when she returned from the restroom and seated herself with nothing but a shy smile. He felt like he was going to burst into flame. Or melt. Or faint?

He drank a bunch of wine instead.

Between the wine and the growing realization that everything was sort of inevitable now, he started to feel kind of lightheaded and floaty. The noise of the restaurant around them became an undifferentiated buzz, and he spoke to Cassandra without really being aware of what either of them was saying.

They ordered and he ate without tasting anything, the food disappearing from his plate without having any effect, like a strange pantomime. The dishes were whisked away, Cassandra ordered a slice of cheesecake, and Don, with only minor throat-seizing this time, asked for two glasses of champagne.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at him. “What are we celebrating?” she asked, twirling a pigtail playfully.

All he could croak out was: “You.”

She smiled indulgently at him. This was, somehow, the right thing to say. He had always had a sort of knack for saying the right thing by accident.

As the waiter brought over the tray, he could feel his heart pounding in his ears. They took the glasses, and clinked them, and then Cassandra gasped.

He ought to have been able to say something of what he’d been thinking this morning, about how her quiet joy in her work made him feel so serene, about how he wanted to learn the tiny, cryptic cues of her face, about how she made everything make sense. But somehow he just came out with a bunch of cliches, about how generically wonderful and beautiful she was. He was pretty sure he’d said practically the same thing to Kaylynn two months earlier when trying to coax her into a changing room at the mall.

Somehow his nonsense seemed to make her happy, though, because she took the ring and put it on and people were clapping and he took another gulp of champagne and told himself that everything would be fine.

Part 3

[nobodyatall6]

Is the face painting booth autonomous at all?

Thank you for your work; it’s lovely!

Autonomy is off at the moment, I felt like it would be weird to have sims charging in there and walking around painted like tigers

[nobodyatall6]

I have seen and downloaded 3t2 face painting booth. Its AMAZING. Do you plan to make more cc (just out of curiosity)?😀🤔

Aww thanks! I do want to make more cc (there are a few recolors on my downloads page). I don't get a ton of time to play but I'll make slow progress when I do haha

[nobodyatall6]

3t2 Face Painting Booth

This is converted from TS3 seasons! And it’s FUNCTIONAL!

Sims enter the booth and you’ll get the Change Appearance dialogue box.

Select their new look and voila!

Jeez, Isabel, don’t look so enthusiastic about it.

Download at SFS!

Some technical info: The mesh and animations were cloned from HugeLunatic’s clothing tent. I modded the BHAVs so instead of changing clothes, it changes your face!

This is my first truly modded object! I’m very proud of how I’ve managed to muddle through, but it’s sort of a frankenstein job so please let me know if you have any issues with it!

I’d eventually like to add some more advanced functionality to it, such as making it charge money on community lots and owned business lots, and modifying the pop-up so that only the full face menu comes up (I’m not sure if the second one is possible, even). If anyone has any recs for TS2 modders who are still active and open to answering questions, please comment their names! I miss Midge :’-(

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it’s back and it’s so much of a shitshow it needed a flashback style postmortem (literally and figuratively), excellent as always <3

-Alright, everyone, settle down.. I SAID SETTLE DOWN, SUGAR.

-I have settled!

-Yes you’ve settled into my attic alright, deadbeat loser, now sit your ass down. Alright.. I have gathered all of you here tonight to discuss the deadly events of Cyneswith’s party.. And I’m not referring to the death of her youth.

-Daddy!! Mean!!!🌸

-SILENCE. Now, let’s recount that fateful day from the start..

-Grandpa, can I just say something?

-Oh my- what is it, Sugar?

-I think I should be exempt from this since I was otherwise occupied on the fateful day!

-Yes, we all remember you occupying Jessica Picasso’s vagina! Have you no shame, you absolute degenerate?? First you break up your family over that Don clone and then you bring her to my house???

-I love her and I don’t care what any of you think!

-That’s good because we all think you’re a loser, now shut up! Alright Cyn, tell us what happened. 

-Well, I had been having a really hard time with the constant cheating and making up with Donnie and iVan, huhu..💗

-Then iVan got that stupid doctor job and brought Neon Vest Downtownie over and I got caught cheating by Donnie again..🌸

-And then Neon Vest Downtownie tried to have his first kiss with me and I was like, um PLEASE, just because I’m in love with you and publicly banged you in a Downtown hot tub you think I’m gonna kiss you??💗

-Then I tried to make up with Donnie and I forgot to use Sugar first, I mean the voodoo doll not my nephew Sugar, and so Don rejected me but Neon Vest caught me cheating and I got slapped again!!🌸

-So finally it was like enough is enough and I rolled the want to get a job one day away from elderhood!💗

-And then I got fired that very same evening and then I had my party! Huhu! So I’m not at fault for the deadly event because I wasn’t even here!!!🌸

-You just said you were here, having your yard affairs!

-Daddy it’s not my fault my milkshake literally brings all the boys to the yard! Right, Donnie?💗

-Right, moonflower. 

-See?? So why doesn’t whoever I’m pointing at tell us what they were doing?? I don’t even know who it is, oh right, it’s Shajar!🌸

-I got this, darling. Me and Shaj were busy all day.

-Yes, we were busy all day!

-Ya right, doing what?💗

-Making preparations for YOUR party, Cyn, you ungrateful brat!

-If a meteor hits us we won’t have to go to fucking Cyn’s party!

-Ugh, if only, my little turbocuck.

-So if it’s a crime that I wanted to throw an amazing party for my sister so we can finally put old enmities behind us, then lock me up!

-Is it just me or are we conducting this investigation into the deadly event in the stupidest way possible? 

-Spoken like someone who has something to hide, huhu!🌸

-We have to get to the bottom of this, Sophito, Sandy Fairchild is dead again! What if the next person to die is someone who actually matters?

-Well Liz and I have ironclad alibies, we were at work-

-That’s right, and we definitely didn’t get sent home early for banging in the supply closet..

-Then I went to visit my dads..

-And I brought over Klaus to procreate with Kitana..

-And Xander to procreate with Servilia! So there you go, you’re welcome..

-And then I shockingly rolled the want to have a baby so I put on my sexy yet classy lingerie and Sophito knocked me up right on Jojo’s bed!

-I sure did!

-GROSS, is that why I keep finding teeth in my bed?!

-Ya, some of my teeth implants fell out due to impact.

-OH MY- You know what, let’s wrap this shitshow up. The night of the party..

-..I was fixing iVan who had broken down for the billionth time due to exhaustion from his ridiculous new medical job..

-That he had to get to fulfill his LTW since he was always near aspiration failure! Courtesy of catching me cheating and getting beat up by Donnie in his hot little hat, huhu!💗  

-I can’t believe how much I hate my children. Let us continue..

-With iVan working, we have been left unbutlered. Sandy returned from work starving and stinking, and brought with her Glitched Butler #2, reminding us of why we can’t replace iVan with a NPC butler..

-At which point I spurred into action and told him to leave, no need to thank me, huhu!🌸

-No one is thanking you, Cyneswith.

-Daddy you’re so mean to me today!!!💗

-Maybe because you’ve turned my life’s biggest scientific achievement into your sex toy! 

-It’s not my fault you made him so hot!!!🌸

-Oh Sandy, you lucky dead zombie, it should have been me! Let’s figure out who’s at fault already so I can go wait for the wolf! So Sandy returns from work. Cyneswith also returns having been hilariously fired on her first day..

-I throw Cyneswith’s birthday party so I can invite the wolf to it..

-The only reason you threw me a party was to fulfil your deranged werewolf want??💗

-Yes. I also order groceries since no one has bothered to THE ENTIRE DAY and our fridge is completely empty.

-The wolf arrives, I make some valuable progress with him..

-The other, non-wolf guests also start to gather but who cares, certainly not me..

-Cyneswith blows her candles surrounded by her loved ones and Neon Vest Downtownie..

-And grows up into a hideous hippie outfit I’m glad I wasn’t around to see.

-The fireworks Cyneswith insisted on go off..

-Their sound covering Sandy’s anguished cries as she starves to death due to our fridge being empty while Gunther is singing karaoke..

-And is then disgusted by her lack of hygiene. Can’t blame him.

-I go over to mourn Sandy as Cyneswith is scared by the ghost of Victor and pisses her pants..

-You could have left that part out!🌸

-I know.

-And finally, Sophie dances on Sandy’s grave. 

-It was a somber song of mourning, of course. 

-It was ‘I Will Survive’.

-Now as this recap has clearly showed, not only did none of you order groceries the entire day, but you didn’t even bother accepting the lifesaving order I made, leading to Sandy Fairchild’s completely preventable second death! So fess up! Who was it?? Who saw the delivery person and ignored them???

-Ugh, Jojo, no offense, but since you ordered the groceries, wouldn’t you be the logical choice to accept the the delivery?

-Oh right, of course, I’m sorry Don, I forgot that if I don’t do everything around YOU IDIOTS WILL LITERALLY STARVE TO DEATH.

-No, I’m just saying that you know-

-OOOOOOH MY GOD. I REMEMBER NOW. Ok grandpa, don’t be mad.

-Choose your next words at your own peril, Sugar.

-Ok so I was in crypt, getting my Jessica Picasso on and her jewelry off, if you know what I’m talking about..

-We don’t know what you’re talking about.

-Come on Liz, you know how I like to eat jewelry, what do you think happened to your pearl necklace? 

-EWWWWW

-Ya ya whatever, so the delivery guy got confused like they do when a house has two doors, and he knocked on the crypt instead of the front door. So I automatically answer and accept the groceries and was totally gonna get them to the fridge but I was literally DRIPPING of Jessica Picasso-

-THAT’S IT I’M GONNA PUKE

-Oh you’re one to talk Liz, remember our pool table in uni? ANYWAY, so I accepted the groceries but since there’s no fridge in the crypt despite my REPEATED REQUESTS, I then automatically put them on the nearest table!

-THERE IS NO EMPTY TABLE IN THE CRYPT, MORON

-Oh yes there is, grandpa..

-The empty table slot where your urn should be! But you refuse to die, so in a way, this is all your fault!

-MY FAULT?!?!?! MY. FAULT?????? YOU ARE ALL DOOMED WITHOUT ME. We’re done here, I call final curtain on this meeting.

-But it really seems like this was all your fault, Daddy💗

-Ya Dad, when are you gonna call final curtain on your life? 

-Also no offense but who even cares that Sandy died?🌸

-True, I don’t understand why we had to have this meeting.

-REALLY. You ‘don’t understand’ why we had to have a meeting about you people being unable to feed yourselves?!?

-I understand, Jojo.

-FINALLY. THANK YOU SOPHIE

-I knew I made the right call leaving my entire fortune to you, and before I die, I’d like to legally adopt you! You two, you’re disowned. 

-Oh Jojo, you’re gonna make me cry!

-Shaj, what the fuck is happening?💗

-I’m married to the Union heir, that’s what’s happening! HUHU

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psa: apparently deleting a pet food bowl with food still in it CAN CRASH UR GAME????? i hadnt saved in like 2h. stay safe out there

[nobodyatall6]

my faves are back

Welcome, dear readers, to the Gen 3 premiere! Man, we’ve come a long way; from our humble beginnings of Victoria eating cat food on an empty lot, we’re now solidly upper-middle class and we have the phallic shrubbery to prove it. 

Our brand new house is the Federal Fortress from the lot bin, which I butchered into this Cyneswith-appropriate masterpiece. On the left is the garage and on the right is the mausoleum..

..which is missing some portraits because apparently that’s something that happens when you move sim-created paintings between lots! So all four of our death portraits are gone, good times, love you Eaxis.

A second disaster occurs as soon as I unpause when both our cleanbot and foodbot go berserk, filling our shinny new house with garbage and dirty plates. Now I don’t know much about omens, but I can tell this is as good as they come. 

Keep reading

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I just re-read this and realized that for all her immortal-knowledge-of-life-and-death, Olive has pretty bad cybersecurity practices.

“HAHA, the council still hasn’t realized my shapeshifting is back! Idiots!”

“OH FUCK, MY BEAK.”

“The landing could have been more graceful, but I’m here, let’s get this over with.”

-Look, Phi, it’s Aunt Olive! Can you say “auntie”?

-………..

-Not very bright, is she?

-Yes, she is! You didn’t talk until you were six!

-That was by choice.

-Of course it was. Will you please stop dropping your ashes on my floor? And smoking next to my baby for that matter?!

-You know what, Willow, it’s getting late and I need to beat the traffic back to Strangetown, so I’ll be going now, but this was great. Let’s do it again after she’s married. 

“Alright, no meatbags around..”

“..and this time, I’ll watch out for trees.”

-Time for your bath, sweetheart! 

-Onti!

“Die and leave me with your mini meatbag, why don’t you, Willow? This crying will drive me insane, I should do something comforting.”

“Such as stroke her hair? There, there, little girl. You still have Aunt Olive, who hasn’t seen you since you were two. This is going to be a nightmare. Oh, she calmed down a little.”

“NOT NOW, GODDAMMIT, CHANGE ME BACK.” 

“The small meatbag has proven less disruptive to my life than anticipated. She doesn’t ask for much or have annoying little meatbag friends over. Come to think of it, it’s been almost a year since she moved here, does she still not have friends?” 

“She doesn’t! Look at those rude little shits, they’re completely ignoring her.”

-WOAH, Ophelia has a pet crow!

-Cool!

-Does it eat dead people?

“Haha, stupid easily dazzled children.”

-Hey, I’m Johnny! Come play with us! Bring the crow! 

“Oh, look who’s friendly now that she has a crow. Opportunistic green brat. I don’t trust him.”

“Alright, I suppose he’s not that bad.”

“Well I DEFINITELY don’t trust this one. Consumption-stricken little shit. Where is he taking her in the middle of the night?-”

“-To a bench to whine about his father. Ugh, what a time-wasting loser. Save it for your diary.”

-Wow, it’s hard to believe on my next birthday I’ll be at La Fiesta.

-Oh yes, speaking of that, you might want to check the mail.

-Wait, this is an acceptance letter.. from the Academie Le Tour? But I already got their answer, I didn’t get in.

-I know, I called them to verify it, the rejection letter was some sort of clerical error. Are you not glad?

-No, no, I am, but I’ve already made plans for La Fiesta with Johnny and Ripp, this is really sudden..

“UGH, Johnny and Ripp.”

-Oh, Johnny and Ripp are also going to the Academie.

-They are? How? Ripp didn’t even apply there.

-What have I told you about overthinking good news?

-‘Don’t overthink good news’. But how is it possible-?

-And what have I told you about pestering me with pointless questions?

-‘Don’t pester me with pointless questions’.

-There you go then. Blow out your candles.

-Ms. Specter, with a donation this generous you could have a library or an entire campus named after you, why would you want to keep it anonymous?

-Ah, yes, so glad you brought that up. 

-Do you have everything?

-Yes. 

-Do you remember the PIN to the bank account?

-15129225.

-Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have some errands to run, your car will be here in one hour.

-Alright! Take care, Aunt Olive. I’ll see you at Christmas? 

-Well, I suppose if you did want to come here for the holidays, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“Where the HELL is that damn car, they’re 20 minutes late! Who knows what could have happened to a girl waiting alone by the road in 20 minutes!”

“ABOUT TIME. Useless asshole, I know who’s dying this weekend.”

-Aunt?

-Yes, what is- “Wait- SHE KNOWS IT’S ME?!”

-Before I leave, I wanted to thank you for everything. You’ve always looked out for me. I wouldn’t had made it without you. 

-Do you know.. everything about me? Who I am?

-Know what? You’re my family.

“Sappy little meatbag.”

-Could you call me when you get there?

-I will. Goodbye, Aunt Olive. 

“Goodbye, Ophelia.”

[nobodyatall6]

NOT THE BEES

I used to give descriptive names to my Sims 2 pictures. Here are some weird ones.

[nobodyatall6]

Yakumtsaki’s sims continue to be sociopaths

Brace yourselves for this one, folks

Like I literally sat down with an espresso and a slice of cake

sorry for the delay! this update got huge, i had to split it into 2 parts, part 1 here!

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Gonna self-plug my own story which took this idea and ran with it: Firelight Waltz

Fun Fact: It seems that every family that was in The Sims base game and The Sims 2 base game got a cameo in either Sunset Valley or Riverview. However, it seems as if The Pleasants were forgotten (until their appearance in Sunlit Tides) since neither Daniels parents nor Mary-Sue’s adoptive parents are in Sunset Valley. But why didn’t we get to see their parents the same way we did for the Newbies and the Goths?

While we don’t see Daniel’s parents, we do meet Mary-Sue’s parents in Sunset Valley without even realizing it. Not Herb and Coral but her biological parents. Mary-Sue’s biological parents are Hank Goddard and Pauline Wan. It’s implied that they have Mary-Sue up because they both have the “Fear of Commitment” Trait. Also, due to Hank’s red hair, we know why the twins ended up as gingers!

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maybe it’s more of a “consumer personal responsibility and recycling won’t stop climate change, we need to go after the 100 companies that are causing 71% of emissions”

...or she just sucks. it is mary-sue after all

Is that really the platform you want to run on? 😟

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Showing up to your boyfriend’s wedding in an aquamarine jumpsuit and cheerfully drinking in the living room when he leaves her at the altar is 100% Pure Unfiltered Nina Caliente Energy.

💔 A Very UnPleasant Wedding 💔

Reception

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the fact that the Caliente sisters appear in like 12 different timelines and are on day 1 of (young) adulthood in ALL of them

SEXY GOLD DIGGER LADIES HAVE TO BE BARELY LEGAL, DIDN’T YOU LEARN ANYTHING IN PATRIARCHY TROPE SCHOOL???

Broke: Michael is supposed to be younger than Bella Goth but is an elder while she’s an adult in TS2. This is a silly mistake and retcon on Maxis’ part.

Woke: Michael actually is supposed to be younger but Maxis were too cowardly to make the Romance sexy lady sim into an old woman, and this is a consequence they either didn’t care or think about.