Relishing the Robinsons 1.1
67 images, adult situations, mild expletives
Let's start off with a classy place to have a date, the bathroom!
Trent: What are you talking about!? Orange soda totally sucks!
Andraste: I can't believe I'm married to you sometimes.
And this is where Morgan is during this.
Morgan: MOMMY??
The Robinsons are still being stalked by various dogs. This little thing was barking up a storm at the front door for some reason.
Morgan: UGH, WOMAN, I DO NOT NEED A BOTTLE!! CHANGE ME!
Perrault is such a cuddleslut, he's always running around trying to get hugs from people.
Perrault & Rhoda: How do I make babby?
They obviously figured it out.
Andraste's aspiration was drooping, and she'd been rolling the "Makeout with 3 sims!" want so I sent her off on a date.
Only to see Trent arrive home from work right that second! D:
Josh: So, uh, you kissed me the other day when I came over, and well, now we're on a date, so I assume things are on between us again?
("Josh" is by sixamsims)
Definintely.
Everyone was too busy wading is foot-high water to notice, apparently.
You just had illicit trysts behind your husband's back, and then you come home and smustle with his coworker? Aren't you ashamed at all?
There are so many dyed elders around town, I took the liberty of giving her a batbox makeover. She's pretty cute.
Trent: You know, after the third day of non-stop pizza, you start to get tired of it.
Yeah, we're still eating only junk food here.
Cakes are junk food, right?
Gee, thanks Josh for hiding in the corner so it's difficult to get a good picture!
Josh: Will you hurry this up? I want some cake already!
Morgan got Pollito's eyes, like Trent. But the whole bottom half of his face is Andraste. Interesting.
Lorraine: *head spins 'round and 'round* Hey handsome, you are smokin'!
Josh: Uh...
Josh: I'm going over here, thanks.
Lorraine: Hey, where're you goin' so fast? I like the view ;)
Morgan spam:
Perrault likes to watch over Morgan... and steal his bed when he can.
Josh just keeps coming on over. And, yeah, Perrault's a crazy cat.
I realized they'd had Rhoda for a while, but had no relationship with Trent at all.
Hey, that was for Andraste! We don't have much money to spare, here.
Morgan: First, you knees. Next, the world!
The real reason Josh comes over.
That's really nice, canoodling away upstairs while Trent tries to actually act like a parent! >:(
Emphasis on tries. Morgan is a huge Momma's boy and rejects Trent's socials all the time.
See?
Maybe Trent's been working a bit too hard though...
Andraste: Hey! I feel kind of funny!
Andraste: Whoa!
She always comes home with a promotion and a pop, it seems.
Nanny: So... voluptuous... must... resist...
Kittens! :D
They're both indistinguisably white, so I can't tell them apart. The petacy naming theme is geeky sci-fi stuff, so they're named Fwiffo (boy) and Talana (girl).
Awwww! They're so adorable < 3
/spam
Morgan: I'll show them! >:D There goes daddy's keys! And daddy's watch! And...
I have no idea why Morgan's so miserable, I mean, he's been potty trained, taught to walk, and is well loved by both his parents...
All that junk food has taken its toll on both of them now.
Hello Aelia's replacement fat-morph! I suppose Maxis thought moobs were indecent or something? It's a lot more realistic, I'd say, speaking as a dude.
Morgan: MOMMY!? What are you doing with that stranger!? :<
Luckily they were both too tired to do the deed.
And the little brat grows up well!
He got the Pollito nose, as well. I wonder how long that'll hang around?
Man, Perrault's got some balls taking on the leader of the pack.
The new challenge, red rum, red rum. Once the week rolls over I'm going to set them up in a new house (maybe I'll finally build something, who knows), so they'll end up having two red houses. (I accidentally moved them into this house on a Friday night, so the challenge rolls on Wednesday now).
So, proof:
I'm not going to give them neon razz-ma-tazz hair, though, sorry.
Our vermilion party is interrupted by babies!!!
Oh hey, guess what, they have a maid now. Surprise!
Another boy with Andraste's coloring named Scriabin. My naming scheme for this generation is embarrassing slash-y fiction, which I doubt anyone would've figured out.
Scriabin: THIS IS NOT FAIR!??!!?
Looks like being ornery runs in this family, even if the parents are pretty serene.
With the entrance of the carmine house, I think I'm going to try switching over to printscreening pictures because the red-residue is just sickening sometimes and a whole week of that? No thanks. So, there may be some tweaking and weirdness in the next update because of that.
There are sims by sixamsims, and brilliantcat in this one.