Is this on? Does anyone still even follow this blog? Lol.

I’ve been on a very extended leave of absence, I know. I’ve actually figured out that if I install my game on my Windows partition, the game works SO much better because EA hates Macs. I have been working on an update, but it will take a while before I post anything. My plan is to get pics for the rest (or most) of the generation done. Until then, you can go to my Tumblr to check out what I’m doing. Love you all and thank you so much for bearing with me!


Coming back (slowly) from hiatus!

As you all may have noticed, I was on an extended hiatus. It’s slowly coming to an end.

I’m still planning on finishing this rainbowcy, but finishing this gen with pictures is going to be a challenge. Or at least until Calypso graduates, and I need pictures to display her emotions and things that go on around her. There will most likely be more changes to clothes and hair and stuff as I work out what needs to be done.

I promise: I HAVE NOT forgotten about my dear Chatelles.

Generation 3: Chapter 3

Cherry became a near-permanent part of our family, especially since she became my closest confidant. We were always doing things together; every weekend we had a sleepover at one or the others’ house. On Fridays we’d normally get straight into our pajamas when we got home, then play games and talk until all hours of the night.

“So why exactly does Aquarius hate you?” she asked me one night, taking me completely off-guard.

“I honestly don’t know for sure. We were best friends in elementary school, then something just… changed… in middle school.” I scratched my head and paused the game we were playing.

“What do you mean?”

“It started with her copying me. She started dying her hair darker, like mine; took art classes, competed against me for some odd reason. I honestly just don’t understand it. Then Almond moved into town, and she heard I liked him, so she pounced on him. Got him before I could do anything.”

“That’s terrible!” I smiled at her.

“It’s all right. I’ll have another chance some day, right?”


On Monday, I had decided to head into the art room during lunch, leaving Cherry and Fritter in the cafeteria.

As soon as I walked into the room, I heard sniffles coming from Ms. Dumpling’s desk, so I went to investigate.

“Ms. Dumpling? Are you okay?”

She quickly wiped her face with a tissue. “Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” She was obviously very much NOT fine, so I decided to pry.

“I don’t believe you. What’s wrong?”

I was given a weak grin. “I had a wonderful date on Saturday, and we made plans to get coffee this morning, but when I got to the shop I was alone.” Tears fell down her cheeks. “It always happens to me. I feel so stupid, letting every guy who sweet-talks me get the better hand.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never been in your situation before.” I bit my lip, trying to think of what to say. I’ve only liked one guy, and here I was listening to my grown-up teacher. “All I can say is I hope it gets better. I’ll be here for you, and so will the rest of the class.”

Immediately, a plan started forming in my mind. As much as I abhorred a crying person, I felt truly bad for Ms. Dumpling. I needed to talk to Cherry and Fritter, and fast.

On hiatus

Yes, this is correct folks… I am currently on hiatus from ToSD and Simming in general.


Because every time I try to play, the game crashes or freezes or something stupid happens because of EA breaking their game even more.

So now I’m waiting until a time that EA can fix their currently-broken game before I update. THIS. SUCKS.

Generation Three: Chapter Two

High School. Where the weak prey on the even more weak, and the strong get what they want. One huge rat-race, and I refused to be a part of it, for I had other things on my mind and in my future. I had a small group of great friends, and we did everything together. My two closest friends even shared my immense love for art: Cherry Koko and Fritter Etenia.

Cherry had just moved to Sugar Valley from Twizzlerbrook. We met down at the Pep and had nearly fought over the eisel, but ended up laughing and talking instead. She was typically a shy girl but something about moving here had pushed her out of her shell, just for a moment.

Fritter and I had been best friends since the sandbox, and probably even before that. He was like the slightly-older-brother I wished I had from the start. If I couldn’t get my frustrations and tensions out through art, I knew I could turn to Fritter.

“Can we hurry up please?” Cherry pleaded as I checked my locker combination one more time. “I don’t want to be late for our first art club. The teacher’s supposed to be brand new and really good.”

“I’m going as fast as I can,” I muttered as I spun the dial. The locker finally opened and I dumped my bag inside.

Fritter sighed. “Uh, Cal, don’t look behind you, but Miss Priss is coming.” I grinned; I doubted she’d miss out on an opportunity to attempt to put me down, especially if her boy was in tow.

“I can’t look, I can’t look…” Cherry turned her head and covered her eyes as I heard the footsteps stop behind me. Yes indeed, her boy must be with her.

I turned to face her. “Aquarius. How nice to see you. Good to see your puppy’s tagging along as well.”

“Calypso…” Fritter whispered, tapping my shoulder to try to change my attentions. “Give it up. Just walk away.”

“She approached me. I can’t pass up an opportunity like this presenting itself on a silver platter.” He raised both hands, surrendering. I sighed. “Fine, you win.”

“You are nothing but a LOSER,” Aquarius said, raising her fingers to the L on her forehead to accentuate. It looked quite ridiculous to be honest. “I’m going to be the best artist in the club.”

“You’re welcome to it.”

“Now, excuse me. I need to get to Art Club before it starts. and we lose all the good easels.”

Cherry couldn’t keep her eyes off of me while we walked away from Aquarius. “Why does she hate you so much?” she asked after a moment of nearly-awkward silence.

“Another time, love. I just want to paint.”

Apple Dumpling was the new head of the art department. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to meet her since all the beginning classes were during the first half of the school year and my class wasn’t until second semester. The room didn’t smell like paint at all; it smelt like apples and cinnamon.

Ms. Dumpling was the sweetest woman I had ever met, but she didn’t brook any nonsense. She told us she had just graduated from the Briocheport Academy of Art, the most prestigious art school in Berrica. She then told us that she wanted to see what our skill-set was right at that moment, so we would be painting right then.

“I’ve seen a lot of promise today!” she exclaimed at the end of our time together. “I know some of you are beginners, and some are more experienced, but by the time the school year is over I hope to have a love of art instilled in each of you. You may wash your brushes and go on home.”

After washing our brushes and putting them away, Cherry and Fritter gathered around me.

“I’m excited for this year,” Fritter said. “She told me my ship looked like it was really riding some waves, that I seemed to have a true knowledge of rigging. How cool is that!”

“I just wanted color, but she thought it was expressionalistic or something like that,” Cherry giggled. “What about you?”

“Um, she said I need to talk about my feelings more,” I said, scratching the back of my head. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Aquarius and Almond, who were being nice and cozy on the other side of the room.

As angry as I was at Aquarius, I was really quite jealous that she got the guy that I wanted. That was what Aquarius did, though: mooch off her friends and get what they want.

Fritter’s eyes followed mine with a knowing wince.

Generation Three: Chapter One

The first time I saw my mother cry, I was about nine.

An official-looking man came to the door just as I was pulling out my homework. He had an envelope in his hand. Mom knew exactly what it meant, and he didn’t have to say anything.

As soon as the door closed behind her, she broke down in tears.

I didn’t understand anything at the time. She had been the epitome of strength, rock solid. Even though Dad was gone a lot of the time, she remained strong and firm, resolute. But this… My world shattered.

Spectra had always been a source of great stress for Mom, and even had stresses herself. I took it upon myself as the next oldest to take care of the rest, even Mom, especially when she began to show signs of being pregnant once again.

Then Spectra met her friend, Cosmos. He calmed her down, and the freak-outs she once had due to the people at school and her insecurities slowly stopped.

As I was still really young, it took a lot out on me. I had always been really quiet and calculating, so I took my observations to the easel we had downstairs and started painting. The frustrations I couldn’t let out on my siblings or tell my own mother came out through the brush, dissolved into the paint, and even though I wasn’t very good at painting it was exactly what I needed. I could always get better with practice and time.


Author’s Note:

Just an introduction to this gen, hence why it’s on the shorter side. The rest of the chapters will be longer, I promise.

Spectra’s Special

“Weirdo!” “Freak!” “Why are you so different?

Spectra bolted upright, sweat beading her forehead, her breath fast and shallow as the nightmares and taunting voices from school kept on sounding off in her head, swirling around like a merry-go-round. Nevermind the fact that she had been out of school for nearly a month; nevermind that she’d be starting high school soon. What cut to the core was that they were right.

Spectra was different.

Not even her mother knew to what extent, although she tried to understand. It was noticeable from a very young age, in fact, and Mischka had taken her to a doctor. Matrix Tamarillo was comfortable, almost like an uncle or a cousin rather than a doctor. Then they had to take him away, whoever they were. Regardless, after the “incident” Spectra found her own way to handle the cards she was dealt.

The only way she could describe that was magic. She could manipulate objects, make them move at will, make things happen. This also had an affect on her learning capabilities, too: she was a brilliant student, always finished her homework before it was due, got straight A’s, but it was boring. Sitting in a class all day, listening to a teacher drone on about numbers or reading assignments or the capital of Berritania had become dull, so her mind would wander; when this would happen, strange things also happened. One time, the shutters on the windows rolled up and down so fast it seemed the school itself was seizing. In third grade, the teacher had an old train set around the wall that hadn’t worked for years, but she made it run its tracks forwards and backwards. In every physical education class, when the kids played dodgeberry, they’d aim right for her but the ball would swerve at the last second. Eventually, even her best friends started to call her a freak.

She was afraid to tell her mother everything that was going on, because she could see how much Meesh suffered from her already. It was best if she carried this burden alone, especially since there was no one else like her.

She was a freak.

No, clear your mind, Spectra forced into her thoughts. She sighed and lowered her bare feet to the floor to feel the soft carpet in between her toes. The senses, especially the sense of touch, helped her refocus, take her mind off of her troubles. To feel different textures with her bare skin was exhilarating; she had recently found this new focus for her mind.

Her eyes shifted to the window, to the starry sky outside. Again, the desire to fly, the strange sense that she could. With everything going on, it wouldn’t have surprised her if she did. She crept to the window, her ears straining to hear just the faintest sound from her mother’s room downstairs; the only sound was the faint snore from Calypso on the top bunk.

Just an effortless willing of the window to open… a slight breeze drifted into the room, gently tossing her sleep-matted hair. With a quick glance in Calypso’s direction, she slid through the open window and onto the roof. Her toes recoiled at the grainy tiles and she nearly squealed in pleasure at the night’s warmth. When was the last time she had been out so late, if ever? She couldn’t recall, but it didn’t matter; what did was this, now. Without glancing back to the window, she willed it shut and stood on the roof to take in her surroundings.

Even though she was only on the second floor, the height gave her a sense of euphoria akin to being on a rollercoaster. The full shock of what she was going to do hit her, but she didn’t care. This was the true test. She sat down and slowly slid to the edge of the roof; her toes dangled precariously off the sides, and willed the air to be solid for her. She could feel the air crackle with anticipation of the daring leap as she stood and stepped forward…

“You’re not planning on killing yourself, are you?” The shock of a voice almost whispering in her ear caused her to slip backwards; she landed on the tiles as if it were a pillow as an invisible weight pressed around her, keeping her still.

“Are you?” the voice whispered again.

“I… No,” she finally whispered back, her eyes looking in all directions. “Who are you? WHERE are you?”

A small laugh later and a boy about her age flew up through where she had been about to step. He looked at her with bright bluish-green eyes that seemed to sparkle even in the darkness.

“How… How are you doing that?”

“Just about the same way you were thinking of doing the same thing,” he responded, then inclined his head to the space next to her. She nodded.

“You’re like me, I can tell,” he said when he was situated beside her.


“There’s this… glow about people. Only the magical ones can see it, and even then it takes practice.”

She looked at him. “You don’t go to the high school, do you?”

He chuckled. “No, I’m home-schooled by my dad. He’s magic, too. Not as powerful as me, though, and I doubt I’m as powerful as you.”

“Do you…” She blushed, realizing the ridiculousness of what she was thinking. “Do you think you could teach me how to control it?”

“I don’t know. I could try, but I’ve never taught anyone before, and my dad is the first in my family. But…” He paused for a moment, staring up at the stars in contemplation. “I have an idea. I want to show you something, but you’re going to have to trust me.”

She looked right into his eyes. Sincere, yet distant and masked. There was nothing to fear from him. “First, I need to know your name.”


“Spectra. Okay. I’ll trust you.” He grinned and stood up, then offered his hand and gently helped her up.

“Now, I need you to hold on.” She wrapped her arms around him as he wrapped his around her waist. They slowly rose into the air and her eyes grew wide. “Do you still trust me?” She nodded quickly and he smiled.


They flew for five minutes, Spectra watching the street lights of Sugar Valley behind her. She was captivated; it was everything she knew could happen, but it was all made so much more comforting to have someone with her. Even though she had just met Cosmos, she felt safe in his arms; she knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

When they were just outside of the town, he paused. “I need you to close your eyes,” he said, a grin on his face.

“Okay.” As soon as her eyes were closed, they were off again. It wasn’t long before they touched down. He led her slowly, his hands on her waist.

“All right, open.” When she opened her eyes, they were in a field. A stone ring was built behind them, and a small group of floating lights danced ahead of Spectra.

“What is this place?” she asked, confused.

“This place… I found it one night. I don’t know how to explain exactly what it does, but it helps… enhance powers, or something. I don’t know. I don’t really understand it.” He turned his head to the rock formation. “Hmmmm… come with me…” He lightly grabbed her hand.

“Okay,” she said as she smiled.

He led her to the center. “I used to practice here when my dad wasn’t teaching me or when he was at work. If you would like, we could practice here together?” She nodded. “For now, though, I think you should get used to the feel of this place. It’s almost like hallowed ground, in a way.”

They sat down, right in the center of the formation, and talked about each other. She told him about her family and what happened in her childhood.

“I’ve always been made fun of for it,” she said. “It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one, and that I’m not a freak.”

“You’re not a freak, Spectra. They’re jealous. You can do things they can’t, and they don’t know how to react.” He sighed. “I wish I had met you earlier.”

“It’s okay. I think there’s a reason we met tonight.”

He perked up at that. “That reminds me… I have one more thing to show you. It helps that the sun is rising. Come.”

He led her to a rock that towered over all the rest. It had writings all over it and a rising sun at the bottom.

“I call this the Rising Sun Stone. I think this is the real source of it, but I need to make sure. If you don’t mind, would you help me with my research and testing on this place?”

“Of course! As long as you help me control my powers.”

“Deal. Now let’s get you back home before your parents find out you’re missing.” He wrapped his arms around her waist again and rose off into the morning air.