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The Explanation

December 9, 2012

Long time no see, I guess, Simmers.

It’s been over a year and I’m so sorry. I’m really just popping in to give you the full story, to give you some closure, I guess, because I know how much it sucks when the author of a story you like just disappears and you never know what happened or how the story ends. I owe you that explanation, at least.

So here’s the full story – if anyone’s left to listen (and I don’t blame you if there isn’t).

I finished NaNoWriMo with a total of 57000 words, basically collapsed for the whole of December 2011 and then just stopped simming. It just wasn’t fun anymore – it became a matter of writing and then churning out pictures and then editing and uploading and updating and it was starting to hurt my brain. Then somewhere in the summer holidays, first my external hard-drive (where all my Sims stuff was stored) and then my actual computer (which I shared with my little brother) crashed and died, and I lost everything I needed to continue Dark Rainbows. I’m so sorry, because I know there are people who (for some reason) liked this story, and I just left you hanging.

Even after the computer got fixed, I didn’t have the heart to continue. I’d gotten my own laptop(s) by that time, and I knew that 2012 would have to be a year of trying to focus on school work, since it was Grade 10 for me.

And what’s been happening since the loss of the Dark Rainbows family?

I started listening to more music, became an obsessive pop-punk fan, played guitar more, started writing shitty lyrics and most recently, spent two months on exchange in Germany. I got home less than a week ago and on the same day I got home, fought my jetlag to buy my first electric guitar – a Gretsch G5435T Pro Jet.

That’s basically it. All I can really say now is sorry and thank you – sorry for forgetting about this story, and thank you to the simming community for being the first place I fit in on the internet. If you still want to follow my (mis)adventures, I am all over the interwebs – I’ve got a Twitter, a Tumblr¬†and I still occasionally make videos on my YouTube. You’re also welcome to email me at, whether it be to yell at me about disappearing (which I wouldn’t blame you for) or to try and convince me to rejoin simming (which you may be successful with, considering that this morning I almost reinstalled all my games before realising I’d lost the serial code for Generations).

I hope you’re well, and that your holiday season is full of cheer so far. All I can really say now, in the words of Panic! at the Disco, is

“Things have changed for me, and that’s okay.”

Thanks for all your support and feedback. Who knows, you may yet see my return to the world of Sims ūüėČ you never know your luck in a big town.

Holy shit NaNoWriMo

October 23, 2011

WOOT yeah so this year I am doing NaNoWriMo, which for those of you who don’t know is where people spend the whole of November trying to write a 50000 word novel, and this year I’m joining the fun. Now, I don’t know if I’ll even manage to make it to the aim of 50000 words, but I’m still giving it a shot, and this is mostly just a notification that there won’t be any DR chapters uploaded throughout November. Sorry, but I’m going to be doing a lot of writing as is…
And also you can track my writing progress here:

Dusk – Chapter Nine

October 16, 2011

Holy shit guys, I’m still alive! Hah, I bet you thought I’d been misplaced in time by a Weeping Angel or exterminated by a Dalek or deleted by a Cyberman or eaten by a swarm of Vashta Nerada… But no! I was none of those things… I was just dealing with this thing which is known by the mathematical formula “Term 4 + Simmer’s Block + laziness = fail” . Basically I wrote out the whole of chapter 9, then went back to school and had no time/motivation to get the pictures from my game, therefore chapter 9 stalled. But¬†today I went into my game, persevered through taking boring shitty pictures, edited them and uploaded them, and then combined them with the words that make the chapter make sense, all at great risk to my mental health. You’re welcome.
Anyway, if you’re still reading this, you are one of the dedicated ones. I hereby dub thee a Ginger Soldier, one of my army.
Okay, now you’re just wasting your own time. Go forth and read the chapter!
No, seriously. There are no more prizes. Read the chapter.
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Time passed like sand through an hourglass. One minute, Harlequin and Hunter were tiny bundles dabbing their little fists in the air, and the next they were adventurous toddlers crawling all over the house. 
And as much as San and I loved our kids, we were starting to crack under the pressure. Having three small children dependent on you for everything, all the time, is hands-down the most exhausting thing I’ve ever experienced. Although Obsidian had settled down with his sleeping habits, Harlequin and Hunter were just as bad as he’d been – worse, in fact, since there were two of them, even though Harlequin had absolutely no problems with going to sleep.

We were woken at the most ungodly hours of the night by Hunter’s squeals, which incidentally woke Obsidian and Harlequin up as well, seeing as the walls of the house weren’t exactly soundproof.
The days were no less rewarding, because San had to go to work. I’d long promised myself that I wouldn’t turn into one of those stay-at-home mothers, but I just couldn’t leave the kids with a babysitter – the poor babysitter would run screaming from the house.¬†

A tiny bit of relief came with Obsidian’s 6th birthday – he was starting Grade 1, and would be out of the house during the day. I’m sure he was glad to be further away from his two younger siblings.
San and I started teaching the twins the same base skills that we’d taught Obsidian, but like everything else with the twins, it was twice as hard. Harlequin, as mentioned earlier,¬†was a rather heavy sleeper, and her sole mission in life seemed to be to catch as¬†many z’s¬†as possible.

“Quinnie, say ‘dog’. Say ‘dog’, Quinnie.”
“Nohhhhhhh! Want sweep!”

“Sweep, honey?”¬†

“Sweeeeeeep! Piwwow! Bwankie!”
“Ohhhh, SLEEP. Okay, Quinnie, you can sleep soon. But first can you say “dog” for Daddy?”¬†
Hunter, on the other hand, was much easier to deal with. He was impressed by even the smallest things and loved to go out to the park, the beach and the lake.

He got along okay with Harlequin, but Obsidian was definitely his favourite sibling. Whenever he kicked up a fuss, Obsidian was always able to calm him down. 

With help from our wonderful son and a few of my friends from the school, in time San and I were able to get our relationship back on track with some much-needed alone time.
Things finally started looking up – Obsidian was doing well in school, Hunter and Harlequin had finally accepted the concept of bedtime, and San and I… Well, San and I were coping, at least.

Well, we were until that familiar feeling of sickness came over me one morning. I passed it off as some illness, but it persisted in coming. When it passed (after over a month) I just figured I’d had a long-lived flu and gotten better after a while. I didn’t tell anyone, and eventually managed to forget it myself until one morning when I couldn’t fit into my jeans.

It was then that I noticed the bump – small, barely noticeable, and awfully familiar.
“Oh, sugar.”
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I tried to go about the day as normal, putting on some of my old maternity clothes, keeping myself busy with cleaning and trying to persuade Harlequin to walk. San, however, noticed something was up. He cornered me while I was trying to hurry out of the kitchen.

“Dusk, hang on a second,” he said, gently grabbing my arm. “What’s going on? You haven’t spoken to me all day, and you seem preoccupied, distracted.”
“I’m fine, San, honestly,” I replied, studying my shoes intently.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† “No, you’re not. What are you keeping from me? What is so bad that you can’t tell your husband what it is?”

“You’ll get angry, I know you will.”
“What’ve you done, Dusk? What’s happened? You rob a bank, or something?”

“No, nothing like that… it’s just… I’m so sorry San… I’m pregnant. Again,” I confessed, burying in my face in my hands.
I heard no answer. I didn’t dare look up, for fear I’d see San’s green eyes filled with revulsion or anger. A pair of hands gently closed around mine and pried them away from my face. I continued to look down, but San tilted my face up, forcing me to look at him.¬†
“Dusk,” San said in a low voice. “Why didn’t you want to tell me?”
“Because,” I replied in a whisper,”we’re having enough trouble dealing with the three we have right now. How can we add another one to that? We were so careful, San, and still I got pregnant and screwed everything up. I’m so, so sorry…”

“You were worried I’d be angry? Dusk, this isn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong – you are smart, strong, and the bravest person I know. We can get through this, together.”

“Have I mentioned that I love you?”
“Maybe once or twice.”
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It was around my 5th month when it happened. San and I had been out at a housewarming party for one of San’s co-workers and we’d left the kids with a babysitter for the evening.¬†

At around 1am we strolled up our front path, arms around eachother. 

It wasn’t until I opened the front door that I noticed something was up. All the lights were out and the house was awfully silent.¬†
“San…” I whispered. “Something’s wrong…”
“I know,” I heard him reply from beside me. I felt his hand close around mine and I gripped it tight.
Suddenly the lights flicked on. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the brightness.
It was then that my gaze fell upon a horribly familiar figure standing in the middle of my kitchen.

“Well well well… Long time, no see.”

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Yeah yeah, I know, only 19 pictures, whatever. Sorry about the shortness of the chapter, but it is the second-last one for this gen, so I had to cut it there. The cliffhanger is neccessary to keep you all interested for the next however-long it takes for me to finish chapter 10…

Boring chapter is boring. Sorry.


August 28, 2011

Just a quick update – Dark Rainbows now haz one of them Tumblr pages, where you can ask any of the characters a question. These questions will be answered FROM the character’s perspectives, and will have a picture included.

So go on, don’t be shy. Ask us something. Anything.

Dusk – Chapter Eight

August 24, 2011

I poked and prodded at my face, trying not to disturb the 2-inch thick layer of make-up that covered my face. Wedding day jitters swirled in my stomach as if my breakfast was trying to make its way back up. I tried taking deep breaths, but frankly all that did was cause me to hiccup uncontrollably.

San had stayed at a friend’s place last night, according to tradition, and I was missing him like crazy. I was awfully aware of the last time that I’d felt like this… when he was in the coma.

Firmly I pushed the memories that were trying to escape to the back of my mind and left for the Pier. We’d chosen “the Pep” for our wedding venue because of a number of things, one of them being… well, y’know.

I met San down by the beach as the sun was setting, bathing us in pink-orange light. He’d ditched his usual gelled spikes for a neater, combed ‘do and was wearing a new dark green tux. Greeting me with a wink, he began his vows.

“Dusk… what can I say? I love you like Romeo loved Julep, except in a less moony, obsessive way. You are as rare and perfect as a diamond, and¬†I know that sounds awfully cliche, but it’s true. I could not be more honoured that you trust me with your heart, even if I’m nowhere near good enough, and I can’t think of a better way to guard it than to stay by your side for the rest of our lives.”

With those words, he slid the shining golden band onto my finger. I took a deep breath and began:

“Some people believe in Fate. For me, Fate was a mere fairytale. If¬† it did exist, it had something against me. But honestly, I think it was more than just luck that pulled us together that night. I’ve never had reason to trust anyone before, but I knew straight away that you were someone who would never let me down. There were times when I doubted that first judgement, but never for long, because you always came back for me, and I know you always will. I love you, San. More than you’ll ever know.”

I slid that ring on his finger and felt like I was getting my fairytale ending at last.

San covered my hands with his, giving me a look that was more eloquent than words.

As the sun sank below the horizon, San and I shared our first kiss as a married couple – like I said, some things are meant to be, and these things last for a lifetime.

When we got home, the sky was dark and the stars had come out. The babysitter left and San quickly checked on Obsidian before meeting me in the hall, the mischevous grin on his face telling me plainly what was on his mind. He reached out and lightly tickled my stomach.

“San!” I protested, dodging back as he made another grab for me. “What about Sid?”

“Asleep,” he said, my reluctancy doing nothing to deter him.

“Oh,” I said, catching onto his mood instantly.”In that case…”

San pulled me into his arms and crushed his lips to mine, his arms pressing on my back. Breathless, but not having any intentions on stopping, I kissed him back as his hands ran up and down the silk of my dress, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.

We stumbled into the bedroom, me kicking off my heels and San shucking his tux. He turned to me and drew my wedding dress off over my head before letting it fall softly to the carpet.

I fell back onto the bed, pulling San on top of me.

Our eyes locked and he brought his lips to mine once more.


“Siddi, watch out, the Claw’s coming to getcha! It’s gonna getcha!”

Married life¬†turned out to be not that much different from the life we’d been living before. I took time off work to stay with Obsidian and teach him the essential skills that little ones need to cause mayhem on a larger scale.

We started off with walking, seeing as that one was pretty important.

“Now you come over here Siddi. C’mon! Come to Mummy sweetheart!”

At first he kind of stood there with an obstinate expression on his face, as if to say, “You want ME to walk over to YOU? I could fall over doing that!”.

One day, though, after much coaxing and encouragement, he took a few wobbly little steps towards me before stumbling uncontrollably forward.

I caught him mid-trip, lifting him up.

“Hey, you did it Siddi! San, come in here, he just walked!”

At that moment I felt a wave of nausea hit me with crippling force and I had to rush off to the bathroom, leaving Obsidian with San.

After having seen my¬†lunch in reverse, I began to wonder… could I be? It could’ve just been the flu or something, but¬†I had a feeling it wasn’t nearly that simple.

While I was busy losing my¬†lunch, San was toilet-training Sid. We’d flipped a coin for this job as neither of us was really psyched about the prospect of teaching this particular skill, and San had gotten unlucky.

Another unlucky thing was Obsidian’s sleeping habit. At any hour of the night, we’d be woken by screams and cries from his room. The first time it happened I thought he was being murdered, it was that loud. Eventually we had to resort to actually taking him on a drive around the town at 3AM just to tire him out.

That strategy seemed the most effective one, and finally we managed to get him to sleep at a reasonable hour.

Meanwhile, my nausea hadn’t gone away and I bought a home pregnancy test from the chemist.

Positive, surprise surprise.

As happy as I was, I knew I would have to tell San, and his reaction last time had been a littl worrying… but things had changed now, hadn’t they?

“Hey, honey… I’ve got something to tell you.”

“What’s up?”

“Well… you remember our wedding night?” I asked quietly, blushing a bit at the recollection.

“How could I forget?” San said with a wink.

“Yeah well… I’m pregnant.”

“You are?” San said, excitement flooding his face.


“That’s fantastic!” San smiled, eyes lighting up. “Can I…?”

“Sure go for it… but it is pretty early, I doubt you’ll feel anything.”

He rested one hand on my non-existent baby bump, looking up at me.

“I think it kicked me!”

“It did not, you goof. It’s a fetus right now, it doesn’t even have legs to kick with!”

“It could have legs… it could be a fast-developing fetus…”


During my pregnancy, I took the opportunity to pick up some pregnancy and labour books from the Valley’s teensy little bookshop – something I’d been too freaked out to think about last time. I spent a lot of hours down at the Pier, reading as the warm sunshine beat down on me.

San, however, spent his time outside work with Obsidian, in a bid to teach him to talk.¬†Personally I thought he was making it harder than it had to be, but I didn’t say anything as long as he was happy.

“Can you say ‘cat’ for Daddy? Can you?”


“Close, Siddi, but you’re missing a couple of letters there. It’s ‘cat’. Can you say ‘cat’?”

When he wasn’t trying (badly) to teach Obsidian, he was reading the books I’d bought. Seeing as he’d been in a coma the last time, San was trying to make up for all that he’d missed by being incredibly supportive. He drew the line at watching the birthing video I rented though. Chicken.

“Hey… Dusk. Can we stop reading for a sec? My head is starting to spin.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Good, cause I have something for you.”

“What is it?”

He leaned over and lightly pressed his lips to mine.

“Let’s go up to the roof for a minute,” San suggested in a whisper.


From the roof (which we accessed via a small ladder at the side of the house), you could see all the stars in the sky and the lights from all the houses in Sugar Valley. Far off in the distance a small glow told us where the town of Briocheport was.

“I just figured we needed a moment of time out from busy life… and the view from up here is incredible,” San said, putting his arm behind me.

I leaned over to him to whisper in his ear.

“Have I mentioned I love you?”


The days wore on and my belly steadily got bigger.

“Hey there little Spud!” San said to my bump.

“Spud? Really?”

“What, what’s wrong with Spud?”

“Like a potato?”


“Okay then. We’ll call it Spud.”

“Hey Spud… you comin’ to meet us soon, little Spud?”

“Due in a week, San. Just promise me you won’t freak out when I go into labour.”

“Of course not…”

That night, however, I felt the all-too-familiar stabbing pains wrenching me from sleep. I practically fell out of the bed and started shouting at San.


“I’m up, I’m up! What do I do?!”

“JUST… GET… THE… BAG… AND… THE… PILLOW!!” I shouted through clenched teeth.



Luckily at that point San recovered from his minor fit and pulled himself together enough to get us to the hospital. It was a long, LONG night, and not until mid-morning did Hunter Whisper, our second son, enter the world.

That wasn’t all though – just as I was preparing to pass out after the long haul, the doctors told me to prepare for the next one.

“The next one?” I asked shakily.

“It’s twins, Mrs Whisper.”


I didn’t have a chance to say anymore because at that point Harlequin Jewel, our first daughter, decided to make her appearance.

After all the screaming and minor mental scarring on San’s part, we were eventually allowed to take home our second and third children, Hunter and Harlequin Jewel.


From G:

LEGASP! New chapter after more than a month of NOTHING! I am really sorry that I haven’t been updating very frequently, but I have been dumped with an absolute shitload of work for school. Since it’s only¬†3 weeks until school holidays, though, things should calm down in a bit.

Oh, btw, in case you don’t like to use WordPress to comment, we do in fact have a thread on Check it out:

That’s all for now, folks. Bye!


August 13, 2011


But no, this isn’t chapter 8… sorry… It’s a big chapter and i have assignments and shiz for school… but I needed to tell you all something.

I have an awesome friend called Georgia. She writes a sims story called Online Plaugue under the username whatisaspacebar¬† and it’s epic and you should read it…

But now she has started LE-VLOGGING too!! ūüėÄ So watch her first vlog. Watch it now.

No really. Watch it.


I made cupcakes…

August 8, 2011

I like baking. So, when I realised I had science homework to do, what did I do?

Oh, you thought I did the homework, right? Well you just lost the game. I made cupcakes instead!

Behold: Cupcake Decoration for Dummies!