Spoon Legacy 1.1
Let's begin with strange, awkward conversations, shall we?
Steven: Listen, Olive, they're making a movie about us. We're going to go up on the big screen!
Olive: What?!
Steven: Blame Simgod!
You guys signed up for a legacy, you know.
Since Steven's crazy for music and his creativity skill is almost maxed, I got him a piano.
He loves it well. Believe me, he loves it well.
And...poor Olive got demoted. :(
Olive: I'm going to go bask in my shame. 8)
Olive: Yo, guess what? I got demoted. Like you. 'Cause demoted is the
same as getting OLD. Yeah, babe. YOU'RE OLD. :D
Old Lady: -cowers- I'm..sorry? ;_;
Olive: OMG I GOT DEMOTEEEEEDDD. -sob & wailfit-
Steven: Taking a dump here. :|
Apparently getting demoted is so bad you have to tell your fiance while he's on the loo.
Olive: It was horrible. I clocked in this morning, the day was great, and I get demoted
because some bitch wanted her kid's report card changed.
Steven: *snarfle gulp* Well, that's stupid.
Steven: They have better jobs in the federal justice system, you know.
Olive: Justice? What justice?
Olive: I GOT DEMOTED. THERE IS NO JUSTICE IN THE WORLD. -bawls-
Sweetheart, you've got a long while before you're an elder. Get over it.
Steven: Look, will this make it all better?
Olive: 8D YES!
Olive: The shiny of this ring takes the edge off my demotion! Shiiiiinyyyy.
Steven: Yay! Um, so, can we get married now?
B'aww. <3
They celebrate with what I like to call the Victory Screw.
And hey, for some reason, I heard baby chimes.
PAWP.
Olive: You can only imagine the joy I feel in my heart right now, as I consume these platters
of green, smoking, acrid food, prepared by my own hands, but left to rot.
Pregnancy makes for a very emo Olive.
Do you seriously do anything else?
Steven: Begone! I am constructing a masterpiece.
Now you've got Olive addicted, too.
Only, Olive tends to sit here and skill until her motives are in the red.
You're not making this pregnancy easy for either of us, are you.
Olive: I hate beans in my TV. TV in my beannss. *sshhhllllrrghh*
Olive: Augh. Beans up my nose.
Ew. Maybe next time, use the bed.
Fail, Olive.
Sleeping!PAWP.
Steven: DUDE I STINK. D:
Shower's right behind you. Next time, don't stay in front of the TV all night long.
That pee's been down there for two days.
It's a wonder the floor hasn't rotted away.
Did I mention I despise Popularity sims? FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS NOW.
Steven: Excuse me as I drown my sorrows in this milk. *glug*
He did spend awhile talking up this walkby he literally chased down. o_O
Carrot Nose: You know there's ghosts in this town, right?
Steven: I do believe in spooks. I do believe in spooks. I do believe in spooks.
Fecking finally. You were making everyone emo.
Olive: Will you STFU and get this thing out of me!?
Carrot Nose: You're by the DOOR. In your UNDERWEAR. Could you be any more tactless?
Olive: FUCK YOUUUUU
Steven: Couldn't you have waited a little longer?!
Olive: As soon as I drop this sucker, you're dead meat. Both of you.
Chives.
Steven's skin, hair, and Olive's big blue eyes.
Paprika.
Olive's skin, Steven's hair and eyes.
Chives: Are you my mommy and daddy?
Olive's boots: 8|
Anyway, instant toddler spring because I can't be bothered with flopping sprogs.
Chives, looking quite adorable. Unfortunately, his eyes make his head look bigger
than it needs to be at times.
Awwh. <3 I swear, Olive dotes on Paprika. Like you wouldn't believe.
Paprika. I thought she looked adorable with the shorter hair.
And now, a series of photos titled, Steven's Potty Training Faces.
Steven: Huurrgh, can we end this, already?
Oh, fine.
Here's a cute picture of made-over Chives, complete with full potty. :3
Next time: Bad parenting, children, and identical twins.