Foxglove Legacy 2.4
Previously: Much to the sadness of myself and the Foxglove clan, Kingston (lostavenuea) died. Life for the Foxgloves moved on, though, and Florence (simsarenotfood) birthed the evil Cosmia and the ridiculously cute Dot. The two sets of twins, Ask and Tyr and Mint and Nemo, also grew into precocious children. My selfsim made various cameos, and lots of parenting was had. Before this chapter's events, I moved the family to a fresh save and a new house, which you can see pictures of here if you'd like. :)
Though evil, Cosmia really is adorable.
Cosmia: Look, I can use this block to build my evil fortress someday! :D
Now, please prepare yourself to hop aboard the SPAM TRAIN.
Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. ;~; She's so adorable that a fairy is born every time she smiles.
Nemo: What is the logic behind offering of yearbooks for sale in middle school?
Nemo: Well, I suppose I'm really just questioning the system because I'm such a social pariah.
Mean janitor! >:(
Mint: Those idiots think they can make fun of my brother? Hmph.
Mint: ...It's not like I even know how to help him, though...especially since I can't even figure out how to solve this simple equation. He's the genius, after all, maybe he'll defeat them with his intelligence. All I can do is invent weird dog toys.
Wonder where that kid's going now. To engage in a ~battle of wits~ with his schoolmates?
Nope, he's just playing hopscotch...and losing.
Nemo: CURSES!!
Nemo: Today is just not my day, is it?
I adore these twins. Just in case you couldn't tell.
Mint: Ugh! I can't believe I lost!
Nemo: I can't believe you lost before I could lose again.
~dance interlude time with your gracious sim hostess, Florence~
Stargazing during the day, always a good choice.
Oh.
Tyr: Oh, my friend, you ease the loneliness in my heart. Nobody understands how it feels to be lost in the many children of a sims legacy.
I would be more concerned about your interactions with that creepy doll than with your loneliness, Tyr. Besides, you get along great with Polly, so I think you're fine.
Seriously, I've begun to really dislike IFs. Peaches excepted, because I have a soft spot for him.
Polly, my dear Polly, has gone a bit senile, I think. Yet perhaps she's just made peace with life and her loss of Kingston. She's 110 days old at the point I am now, and still as alive as ever.
Royal really favors Dot. It's kind of cute. :3
Royal: And that's G major! Can you hit the blue key? Yep, that's G!
Dot: I've got this; don't worry.
This is disturbing. What has been seen can never be unseen, unfortunately, Dot.
Dot: Yo, I'm just hungry.
Dot: C'mon, FEED ME!
Dot: Please? Preeeetty please?
Dot: *twitch* If you don't feed me, you'll regret it when I poison you the most painful way possible. And I will do it; don't underestimate me.
Don't worry, no toddlers were harmed in the making of this chapter. Also, I think Cosmia isn't the only evil toddler in this house.
Polly: Falafel is serious business. Everything must be perfect and peaceful in the house while I cook this wondrous dish.
-5 minutes later-
Lirael: Good heavens, I'm famished! Is this what starving feels like?
Lirael: Really, if I don't eat now, I'll probably die! Would anyone please feed me? I've even lost the ability get a snack from the fridge...woe is me!
Polly: ...just wait a moment. If you can wail like that, you have enough energy to sit down and wait for me to finish cooking.
Lirael: If you say so...but I don't think I can hold on for much longer.
Dot: Mama? Is it time to wake up?
Okay, Dot's definitely still adorable.
And Cosmia is, too.
Cosmia: Hi, beloved parental unit! Would you consider dressing me in a shirt other than this one? It's just so...cheery.
Polly: Yeah, that's right. This fierce HBIC is playing the most challenging of schoolyard games.
Polly: Hopscotch!
Polly: Dagnabbit, I lost. Stupid rules. *grumble grumble*
Polly: I guess I'll go do something else now. If Kingston were here...no, I shouldn't think about that.
Royal: Just breathe in...and out...and in...think of cutting your hand through water. You are the wind, weathering the rock.
Getting gems from space rocks is a truly viable source of income. $_$
Ask: Is this what they call posing? Because I certainly feel as though someone is capturing a picture of me at this very moment.
This house came with a garden, which, though kind of cheat-y, is nice so that Polly didn't have to replant everything from scratch.
Nemo: I heard that being able to cook will get you far with the ladies. So I thought I'd bake up something wonderful for my future girlfriend.
Nemo: Not that anyone ever will want to date me. But it doesn't do to dwell on things like that...
Nemo: ...especially when I can make delicious muffins instead.
Royal: That's alright. Don't feel inferior; not everyone can be as rad as myself, the eminent Royal Foxglove.
Cosmia: C'mon, dad! We all know you're ridiculous. Just feed me and then get me out of this thing!
Cosmia: ...or else.
DUN DUN DUN.
Florence: Who's my pwecious widdle girl? You are! You are!
Cosmia: Is she speaking some kind of foreign language?
This is what happens when the twins practice their mind-melding technique.
Nemo: Some jerk left a huge wad of gum stuck on the bottom of my desk today, sis. It was the size of my fist.
Mint: Yeah, I saw that. Want me to invent something that will give him a perma-wedgie? 'Cause I can.
Nemo: I know. Don't worry about it, though. It's not that big of a deal.
Ask: Why would he do something like that instead of concentrating on his studies?! What a scandal.
Tyr: There's nothing quite like a quiet evening with a crackling fire and linear algebra homework. If only my imaginary best buddy were here... *sigh*
Oh, look! A birthday, finally.
ALWAYS. GDI.
Royal: I'm too busy being a karate master to pay attention to my daughter morphing into some odd creature.
Cosmia: I feel as though something immensely bizarre happened to me...maybe even evil. A girl can hope.
She gained the daredevil trait.
And what, pray tell, could be more daring than baking cookies? Not much.
Cosmia: Mixing ingredients is SO INTENSE. These cookies are going to BLOW YOUR MIND.
Lirael: This is a song about the suffering inherent in human experiences. I was inspired after hearing the classic masterpiece, "Friday," by the genius Rebecca Black.
Polly: Hey, this is catchy! I think it's about time I taught you young'uns the magic of dancing.
That's how I imagine Polly would dance (minus the vacuum). Hehe, I love Mrs. Doubtfire.
Remember how I said I have a soft spot for Peaches? Well, part of that is because of pity, I think. Viola dumped him, and for a while, there were SP pop-ups about him camping outside of her house. -__- He did eventually get married and have a kid, though.
Florence: Ah, life really is lovely for us, isn't it? It's sometimes surprising to think I'm the proud mother of seven children.
Florence, ever-cheerful and excited. <3
Mint, however, always seems so blasé.
Mint: Ah, we have a pool? Didn't notice that before. Cool beans.
The romance of Polly and the coffeemaker.
Polly: Somehow, this feels a little off.
You damn right better situate yourself properly, cup. >:| I've had way too many occurrences of the cup glitch where it just gets stuck to the sim's hand pretty much indefinitely.
Lirael: I just realized...life is pain.
Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Even though the other side is against the wall.
Nemo. <3
Nemo: Hey, sis! Long time no see, huh? How'd you sleep?
Mint: Um...if you say so, bro. And I had a dream that a ten-legged amphibious robot was slapping our classmates with fish. It was a pretty boring dream.
Dot: Yay! Food time!
Dot: ...right? I mean...you do plan on giving me some kind of sustenance, right?
Sorry, Dot, it looks like your father's too busy getting stuck in doorways to feed you.
Royal: Walking through open doors is so mainstream.
...Yeah. But what about Florence?
She's too busy getting shocked by the dryer's static electricity.
Florence: Ugh, why do we even have a maid if we always end up doing our own laundry, anyway?
My suggestion is submitting that gripe to White Whine. You'd fit in well there, saying stuff like that.
Mint: FUGGGG! I should just invent a game where I always win, then stuff like this wouldn't happen.
Nemo: Well, you see, it's the losing that makes winning significant at all. Speaking from experience and all.
Mint: What? You beat me?! This game must be rigged!
Mint: I am glad you won, though, Nemo. And thanks for the advice, bro.
Nemo: Ah, don't worry; I'm just practicing how to win video games now so that I can impress a girl and trick her into marrying me later.
Mint: ...how...uh, cool. /poker face
Florence: Hey, kids! Wanna teach me how to play?
Mint + Nemo: Nah, mom, we're outie. It's bedtime, anyway.
Nemo: Aren't you worried about being late for school?
Cosmia: No, I'm more worried about not fully enjoying this key lime pie. Besides, my teacher is frightened of me. He won't dare mark me tardy.
Nemo: Well, just so you know, today's field trip day. So you might not want to miss the bus to the theatre.
Royal: Ah, isn't family life so idyliic? And I certainly make it look good, don't I?
Well, if anything's for certain, it's that Royal's ego grows exponentially by the day.
Looks like that field trip was...great.
Also, no matter how long I waited, the tile ground texture would not load. >:(
That evening, it's finally birthday time for Ask and Tyr.
Ask: Ah, it will be wonderful to be taller and more intelligent.
Tyr: I get to eat cake! YES!
Of course, Nemo and Mint are being...themselves.
Nemo: I must reflect upon the melancholy of growing older. Will I ever be less of a loser...?
Cosmia: Birthdays provide such a rich well of opportunities for nefarious deeds...yes, I think I see a completely foul plan forming before my eyes.
Of course, it wouldn't be a proper birthday without Florence's unbridled enthusiasm and Polly's inappropriateness.
Ask: Though this looks uncomfortable, it's actually a pleasant experience, perhaps even fun.
Aw, I just want to pinch his cheeks! He gained the "born salesman" trait, ha.
And his makeover. I decided that when Ask hit puberty, he wanted to look more like a wannabe band member than a wannabe intellectual.
Royal: Birthday's are serious business, my son!
Ask: I'm so excited it hurts!
Woah, even Cosmia and the ever-moody Lirael cheered them on.
Tyr: Prepare yourself, cake: when I'm finished with this aging thing, I'm going to chow down on some sugary goodness.
Mint: Is this over yet? I have important things to do, and time is money.
Nemo: Snooki said WHAT? Gosh, this is juicy...what's the sound in the background? Oh, that's just my brothers' birthday party, no big deal.
Polly: HAHA, are you serious?! My grandkids are hilariously weird-looking!
What a nice grandmother.
Aw, he cleans up so nicely. And he gained the dramatic trait, to my amusement.
Mint: Seriously, is it okay to leave now?
Nemo: Snooki was crying, you guys! She was such a drunk mess; it's tragic!
Then, because I forgot about Royal's and Florence's birthdays among all the hubbub, it was time for them to join the ranks of the middle-aged.
Royal: If you age the right way, kids, you can even make a dance move out of it!
Mint: *forced smile* I think I found my excuse to leave: homework.
Royal: And that, my children, is how it's done!
Nice.
Tyr: I told you I'd be chowing down, didn't I, cake? SO GOOD.
Mint: I'm surrounded by idiots.
Cosmia: Someday I, too, will be a powerful, beautiful, evil adult, and I will be fearsome to behold. *sniff*
If anything's for certain, it's that you're definitely your father's daughter.
~Spares update~
This is Redmond, Tuesday and Carver's only son. He has a lot of Tuesday (and thus, a lot of Polly) in him.
And there's Alaska again (who for some reason was still a child), and Redmond's twin sister, Emese.
And that's it for now! Thanks for reading! ♥♥
(Fun fact: I made five different headers for this chapter because I had such a difficult time choosing which one I liked most. >_<;;)