Spoon Legacy 1.3
We begin with Chives' lesson in killing, taught to him by our dear Paprika.
Onion: Can we stop now? I'm tired of being the dead guy!
Chives: But that's why it's fun!
Small backstory: Their old house started glitching. I had to move them and forgot to
take a picture of the new house. But it doesn't matter. You'll see why in a bit.
Steven: ...And that, Paprika, is why you're suddenly in your formal wear.
Paprika: Sweet! So does that mean when I get married, I get to make clothes appear on people, too?
Olive, looking very pretty in her, uh, not-so-weddingly wedding dress.
Yeah, I totally forgot I hadn't married them yet. Let's get this over with.
Random people out of Olive and Steven's gigantic friends list. I don't know why the boys haven't quit
playing Cops and Robbers. They did this the whole damn time.
I hate the quality of this picture, but one of these partygoers is not
like the others. Hint, hint.
Ms. RaonCheese: This chair has my name on it.
Well, what do you want to do, sit on his lap? There's two rows of empty chairs left!
This is where I forgot it was the middle of winter and that trees look very different
from their placement in Buy Mode when you go live. Please to be ignoring the willow stabbing.
Ohai, Spike.
Olive: I'm about to puke during my own wedding! :D
How the fuck did you get pregnant again?
Olive: Lots *hurk* and lots *gag* of smex. Before we moved.
Hussy. This is why you never get promoted.
And now, smustle spam!
Paprika: Well, this is comforting! Onion, you're learning well.
Onion: Learned from the best!
Ohai, Plantsim I forgot I invited.
This would be Basia, one of my playables. She kind of ran onto the lot when she saw the party and started dancing.
It cracked me up. xD
Guests: *cannot stand the sound of arm snogging*
Actually, Paprika's just on the piano.
Agh. If I put them in the same clothes and gave them the same hair,
no one would be able to tell them apart. Oh, genetic clones.
So it's SORT of a good thing that Olive's preggorz again.
Chives: Freeze, muthafucka!
Onion: I'm hit! You're going to jail, bitch. You don't shoot a police officer.
Chives: The walls...so tight. So small.
Onion: You'd make a terrible mime.
Paprika: You're going to stay in there, apparently.
Chives: Sssh. You don't see me. I'm...INVISIBLE.
Actually, he stood like that for awhile and I had to do a force reset on him.
Paprika: I can't wait until we move out.
Chives: Yes, I agree. We can't finish our...plans with our parents still around.
Paprika: No kidding! Don't you remember what I SAW last week?!
Chives: Please don't remind me.
Good job, Steven and Olive. Making your only daughter have a mental breakdown.
Paprika: What do they call kids that have seen what mustn't be seen? A pedophile?
I can't be a pedophile. I'm too young!
Paprika: They'll put me in the funny faaaaarm!
Chives: Wimp.
Oh, my ears and whiskers.
Taken because THEY NEVER GO TO BED IN THEIR PAJAMAS.
BIF!
(Last pop picture because they bug me.)
And Steven looks very soulful on that bass I got them.
Yes, please.
Olive loves to hog the telescope. No, seriously. Nearly froze herself out there
on the balcony stargazing one night.
Onion: Mom? Your feet are encased in ice.
PEANUT.
Uh, I don't think that's how you work with beans, Olive.
Steven: *whistles happy birthday*
Paprika: Uh...why is there a creepy man standing so close behind me?
o_o *deletes*
And here's Teen!Paprika, looking absolutely gorgeous yet a bit generic for my tastes.
Knowledge
4-10-4-4-3
+Fitness and Red Hair
- Underwear
Paprika: Generic? My ass. *does a Linda Blair*
D8 Fine, I take it back!
And Chives, making sure his sexiness hasn't dissolved in the time between aging up and shoveling down cake.
Romance
4-9-4-4-5
+ Vampires and Creativity
- Stink
Chives: God, she's so hot I could totally kiss her.
Chives? Sweetie? That's your SISTER.
Although she is quite gorgeous.
OKAY. STORY TIME.
Some time after I turned off the game after that last pic, something got weird.
The neighborhood itself was borking up, so I extracted them all and stuck them in a custom hood before they
got themselves corrupted. This would be their new abode!
And yes, that IS a baby Olive's carrying.
A FUCKING ADORABLE LITTLE REDHEAD NAMED LENTIL. <333
Yes, I randomized the baby thing and went with the first result. Since Olive was pregnant before I had to
switch hoods.
And our dear Peanut was lost to the move as well, but he grew up. <3
AUTONOMOUS TICKLING. That's how cute she is.
Buh? Ew. I didn't authorize any fug in this custom hood.
Paprika? What do you suggest?
Paprika: Destroy her.
Much obliged.
Ohai, Alice. (This hood is full of my playables as well as some other people's sims. Alice? She's mine.)
Oh, and please to be ignoring the stack of hacks over there. I was repairing relationship levels/career
levels and such.
PEANUT.
So, um, Chives is the only one with no creativity points. So naturally, he sounds horrible. Paprika
on the other hand sounds amazing, as does Steven. Yay, music enthusiasm?
LENTIL, WHY U SO ADORBS.
And then they wouldn't put her to bed. :( Sorry, baby.
Olive: So, I've been thinking. What if I had another kid?
Chives: *snarfle*
Paprika: ...Right, Mom.
Chives: You didn't take very good care of Onion. He never got to sleep!
Olive: Sleep? Sleep is for the weak!
Paprika: He was a baby, Mom.
Steven was crying for attention anyway, so I had him run out and greet this guy. Potential
sperm donor? Hells yes.
WTF NO.
*locks the doors and puts a bookshelf in front of the door*
YOU WILL LET HER SLEEP.
And now for a very boring club trip.
Built it myself. Not that spectacular, but it's better looking on the inside.
Getting high. In fact, getting high with a girl in an evening gown.
Awesome, Chives.
Heyy, Contessa who will no doubt be useful in the future.
Thanks for reminding me I need new defaults.
This is what they kind of did the whole time. :/
Took them to a different lot, same story.
HOWEVER. I really should think about un-townifying those pants. I lol'ed.
Ohai, gorgeous Francine. <3 (roadtogreen )
Aw. <3 Escaping from her crib already. I see an even more evil genius to come.
Cutest. Face. Ever.
Onion: Where's the baby?
Lentil: :o
Onion: THERE SHE IS!
Lentil: 8D
We'll end with this strange, otherworldly fire placement test.
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