DaDeusa Matrilineal Estates 1.1
Extreme Poverty/Matriarchy/Pixel Rules here.
Today's post features Catalina by kingmike1224, and the simselves of dragancaor and mjo5oh . Thanks to pixel_trade for providing us lots of sims to play with.
ETA: Prologue here
I, Meat Notgay, am the daughter of goddesses. But I have stepped into the flow of time, living as mortals live. My quest in life is to learn all that I can, and here amongst the mortals I can learn so much more than I did in my life of luxury with the goddesses.
I live on bounteous land, gifted to me and my future daughters by my mothers. I took up painting, exploring the fine arts.
I have a lover, Catalina, who visits, bringing me kisses and making my land less lonely. I dearly love her company, but this land is for me and my daughters only, and I will not ever invite her to live with us.
Because I found a treasure buried here, I had great wealth, and was able to spend frivolously. I purchased a brand new dress, one that fit my changing shape better. And I bought myself a chair! Not the cheapest chair in the store, but the prettiest one.
But wait...
WHO IS THIS MAN?
WHY IS HIS TRUCK SAD??
AND WHY DID HE TAKE MY TOILET???
WHY?????????
Catalina visited to take my mind off my purloined potty, and introduced me to a new food. Pizza!
And before long, I delivered a healthy baby girl. A daughter, just as my mother instructed!
Her name is Bronislava, and she is surely the most beautiful baby in all the Sim lands.
I have experienced many winters, but never have I lived so close to the elements. It feels so foolish to say, but winter is cold! My newfound wealth vanished as I built a small hut to house Bronislava.
It has a dirt floor, and I found it difficult to keep it clean.
I soon discovered that it provides scant protection from the elements, and I struggled to keep us warm.
How my frivolous kitchen chair mocked me in our dirty little shack. Nothing else I purchased was pretty.
My fridge and stove had previous owners, and while they lacked beauty, they worked.
I soon discovered that cooking isn’t as easy as it looks.
Food tastes much better when you dine with goddesses, or even when delivered in a box. It seemed that my days were consumed with changing diapers, cooking burnt meals, and cleaning our shack.
Bronislava was growing every day, and soon she was a lovely toddler.
And now my days were still consumed with cooking and cleaning, but also with teaching Bronislava the essential skills.
Instead of diapers, there were potty chairs, which smelled just as bad.
I had no time for anything but caring for my daughter and our shack. I could not dig or fish, and there were no spare simoleans. Long gone was my illusion of wealth! I still slept outside in the tent, for my shack lacked room, and I lacked the simoleans for a bed. But one winter's morning, I found that Bronislava had crawled outside to find me, and was shivering in the cold, waiting outside the tent. My poor baby! I began to make a little time for digging, looking for trinkets to trade for simoleans, so I could move inside and keep my baby where she was safe.
And while I complain that I had no time for anything but potty chairs and diapers, I did have time for a visit from Catalina. I soon discovered that I was expecting again.
No more potty chairs! Bronislava started school while I was expecting, leaving me more time to sleep.
She was a helpful child, spending time fishing, and being far more successful than I had been.
She also discovered the telescope, a gift from her mother many years ago. I had forgotten about it, tucked away, but Bronislava cherished it, spending many hours gazing at the skies.
A gift from the goddesses! I was carrying twins! Two more daughters to honour my mothers..
Baby Ninel.
And baby Ulyana.
I have had little time or resources to add to my shack. We still lived on dirt floors, and I admit that sometimes my babies lay on the dirt. I was doing my best to keep everyone safe, warm, and healthy, but it always seemed like we were on the very edge of desperation. I settled into the familiar pattern of diapers and feeding.
Having Bronislava helped, for she did a great deal of cleaning. But she also needed mama-time, and if I wasn't changing diapers, I was helping her with her homework, there on our dirt floors.
Ninel
Ulyana
As toddlers, the girls were sweet, but the only thing that changed was instead of diapers, now I had to clean the potty chair twice as often. I noticed that the forest on my lands had stopped growing, and I could no longer remember the last time I'd had kisses.
Just when I seemed on the verge of despair, my mothers started visiting. Mother did not come to help with potty chairs, and in fact, she said something very cryptic when she smelled Ninel. "There's a reason you never had a childhood. I never had the patience to deal with your poop." What kind of magic did my mothers employ when I was a baby?
While she wouldn't help with poop, she willingly cleaned, making my hut a little more bearable.
Words cannot express the relief I had when some one else cleaned my bathroom for me!
And both my mothers spent time with the kids. I think I took the opportunity to just sleep, without interruption.
Praise the goddesses! Thank you mothers!
Noticing how long it had been since I had enjoyed my lovers' kisses, I invited Catalina over. But she wanted to get to know the children, and had esoteric conversations about physics and flight dynamics.
Perhaps she's getting her kisses elsewhere now.
My mother's comments about my lost childhood reminded me that I had intended to make sure my daughters fully experienced their childhoods.
To celebrate their joys with them. (My smart girl! An A+!)
Read to them,
Make sure they have play time,
And to stop and smell the penguins.
The day that Ulyana and Ninel started school, I thought I would call up Catalina and fully enjoy having the hut to myself. My forest has stagnated, there have been no kisses, no blind dates, no trips to Ed's BBQ Shack.
But instead I just snacked,
And slept the entire day.
Notes:
Today's post features Catalina by kingmike1224, and the simselves of dragancaor and mjo5oh . Thanks to pixel_trade for providing us lots of sims to play with.
ETA: Prologue here
I, Meat Notgay, am the daughter of goddesses. But I have stepped into the flow of time, living as mortals live. My quest in life is to learn all that I can, and here amongst the mortals I can learn so much more than I did in my life of luxury with the goddesses.
I live on bounteous land, gifted to me and my future daughters by my mothers. I took up painting, exploring the fine arts.
I have a lover, Catalina, who visits, bringing me kisses and making my land less lonely. I dearly love her company, but this land is for me and my daughters only, and I will not ever invite her to live with us.
Because I found a treasure buried here, I had great wealth, and was able to spend frivolously. I purchased a brand new dress, one that fit my changing shape better. And I bought myself a chair! Not the cheapest chair in the store, but the prettiest one.
But wait...
WHO IS THIS MAN?
WHY IS HIS TRUCK SAD??
AND WHY DID HE TAKE MY TOILET???
WHY?????????
Catalina visited to take my mind off my purloined potty, and introduced me to a new food. Pizza!
And before long, I delivered a healthy baby girl. A daughter, just as my mother instructed!
Her name is Bronislava, and she is surely the most beautiful baby in all the Sim lands.
I have experienced many winters, but never have I lived so close to the elements. It feels so foolish to say, but winter is cold! My newfound wealth vanished as I built a small hut to house Bronislava.
It has a dirt floor, and I found it difficult to keep it clean.
I soon discovered that it provides scant protection from the elements, and I struggled to keep us warm.
How my frivolous kitchen chair mocked me in our dirty little shack. Nothing else I purchased was pretty.
My fridge and stove had previous owners, and while they lacked beauty, they worked.
I soon discovered that cooking isn’t as easy as it looks.
Food tastes much better when you dine with goddesses, or even when delivered in a box. It seemed that my days were consumed with changing diapers, cooking burnt meals, and cleaning our shack.
Bronislava was growing every day, and soon she was a lovely toddler.
And now my days were still consumed with cooking and cleaning, but also with teaching Bronislava the essential skills.
Instead of diapers, there were potty chairs, which smelled just as bad.
I had no time for anything but caring for my daughter and our shack. I could not dig or fish, and there were no spare simoleans. Long gone was my illusion of wealth! I still slept outside in the tent, for my shack lacked room, and I lacked the simoleans for a bed. But one winter's morning, I found that Bronislava had crawled outside to find me, and was shivering in the cold, waiting outside the tent. My poor baby! I began to make a little time for digging, looking for trinkets to trade for simoleans, so I could move inside and keep my baby where she was safe.
And while I complain that I had no time for anything but potty chairs and diapers, I did have time for a visit from Catalina. I soon discovered that I was expecting again.
No more potty chairs! Bronislava started school while I was expecting, leaving me more time to sleep.
She was a helpful child, spending time fishing, and being far more successful than I had been.
She also discovered the telescope, a gift from her mother many years ago. I had forgotten about it, tucked away, but Bronislava cherished it, spending many hours gazing at the skies.
A gift from the goddesses! I was carrying twins! Two more daughters to honour my mothers..
Baby Ninel.
And baby Ulyana.
I have had little time or resources to add to my shack. We still lived on dirt floors, and I admit that sometimes my babies lay on the dirt. I was doing my best to keep everyone safe, warm, and healthy, but it always seemed like we were on the very edge of desperation. I settled into the familiar pattern of diapers and feeding.
Having Bronislava helped, for she did a great deal of cleaning. But she also needed mama-time, and if I wasn't changing diapers, I was helping her with her homework, there on our dirt floors.
Ninel
Ulyana
As toddlers, the girls were sweet, but the only thing that changed was instead of diapers, now I had to clean the potty chair twice as often. I noticed that the forest on my lands had stopped growing, and I could no longer remember the last time I'd had kisses.
Just when I seemed on the verge of despair, my mothers started visiting. Mother did not come to help with potty chairs, and in fact, she said something very cryptic when she smelled Ninel. "There's a reason you never had a childhood. I never had the patience to deal with your poop." What kind of magic did my mothers employ when I was a baby?
While she wouldn't help with poop, she willingly cleaned, making my hut a little more bearable.
Words cannot express the relief I had when some one else cleaned my bathroom for me!
And both my mothers spent time with the kids. I think I took the opportunity to just sleep, without interruption.
Praise the goddesses! Thank you mothers!
Noticing how long it had been since I had enjoyed my lovers' kisses, I invited Catalina over. But she wanted to get to know the children, and had esoteric conversations about physics and flight dynamics.
Perhaps she's getting her kisses elsewhere now.
My mother's comments about my lost childhood reminded me that I had intended to make sure my daughters fully experienced their childhoods.
To celebrate their joys with them. (My smart girl! An A+!)
Read to them,
Make sure they have play time,
And to stop and smell the penguins.
The day that Ulyana and Ninel started school, I thought I would call up Catalina and fully enjoy having the hut to myself. My forest has stagnated, there have been no kisses, no blind dates, no trips to Ed's BBQ Shack.
But instead I just snacked,
And slept the entire day.
Notes:
- Natural twins! And natural daughters. No game shenanigans were involved in having her have girls. Amazingly.
- The goddess-mothers showed up spontaneously right when they were needed most. And Dragancaor cleaned autonomously. What nice mamas :)
- Oh, and I did keep the telescope I was whining about in the previous post. But then I felt guilty and "paid for it" in trees. Also, I won't allow them to keep any simoleans it earns. Total trees.
- A couple Dork (katu_sims) cameos in a separate post.