Unnanounced Hiatus was unnannounced.
There was no hiatus, I've just been loathe to do this update becuase I f'ked around and accidentally set my Gadwin to make jpgs instead of pngs, and the image quality has suffered. Next update is fixed, but here's this one in all it's undetailed glory:
Hey, you remember Seth from a million generations ago? The ignored one with the pink hair and cousin fetish?
Well, I sent Greta man shopping, and she ran into Seth.
And then a vampire showed up. And I used Greta's influence points to vamp Seth. I think the pink hair will be complimented by the sunshinesparkles. Yes, I made a Twilight reference. Because no, that will never get old.
Benny: Fuck yeah, using the toilet!
When you're old, it's the little things, like making it to the potty, that keep you happy.
And now, a series of Art Photography I like to call: Why Ian's a Weird Ass.
Ian decides he needs to be a little devious and put soap in his fountain.
But he is nearly caught red-handed by the authorities.
Fortunately, his innocent old man routine throws them off his trail, and he gets away with his crime. Hee hee hee.
Also, Greta is quite attractive.
This concludes the series.
Speaking of Greta though, I remodled a bit of the upstairs so she has her own space. There wasn't room for a proper double bed, so she gets a loveseat for sexytimes and sleeps in the teen bedroom. Ian, who never ever noticed the seating area that used to be here, can now find endless reasons to hang around in here...just in case.
Typo: I approve of these shenanigans!!
Just further proof that Ian will screw anything. *rimshot*
Typo: Yes, that is exactly the bolt that needed tightened.
Ian: How does your head do that, this mean possibilities! 8D
Typo: Whatever you're referring to, I'm in.
Typo and Ian: *~of one mind~* Hey, Isana, we are nonchalant and planning nothing.
A challenger appears!
Typo decides to literally throw herself at Ian to eliminate the competition.
...
The beauty of this situation is twofold:
1. She can't get pregnant
2. She's not related to him in anyway
Isana: A baby? Oh puke, I don't want a baby.
Nice face. But getting angst all over the guitar won't get you out of reproducing.
Nor will rage.
I sent Greta out again, and this time she finds A.J. and deems him to the The One.
Chloe: Oh, is he your cousin, dear? How sweet. I remember when Seth and I...
NOT her cousin, Chloe, that's just you and Seth's...thing.
Holy shit, Chloe's a fkn NINJA!
Also a bad influence. Greta, we do not swoon over our cousins, no matter how distantly related they might be.
I'm still undecided about moving him in, but an engagement never hurt anyone.
I stand corrected.
Because I've not provided one, a face shot of A.J.:
I'd compliment his good looks, but seeing as I made him, that'd be a bit boastful, ne?
Typo: Oh, Ian. I hate to see you go, but I *love* to watch you walk away.
...I dunno. Finn for no reason.
Edit: I remember! Somehow he's still wearing the engagement ring instead of the edding one. Who knows?
Ian: I wonder if she's asleep enough for me to climb and just give her a little...
Go to your own bed, Ian. You know, directly BELOW this bed. On the first floor. The one you had to walk by when you came out of your private bathroom. The unoccupied one. That's been yours since you graduated college. *That* bed.
Isana: Ah shitty.
Isana: *momentarily bottles rage*
Isana: Fuck rockets!
Ian: You wanna what my what? *eyebrow waggle*
Isana: Fuck video games, too!
Ian: OVER THE LINE, MISSY. >8[
Isana: Rage is sexy on everyone.
Ian: I can't believe you don't like video games.
Farthing: Seriously what's with that?
Isana: I don't have to defend myself!
Isana: Fucking Ezra.
Honestly, I don't even know why she hates him so much.
Benny: *is turned on by wildly misplaced anger*
Benny: *loogie on the Persian rug*
Benny: What now, bitch?
Isana: Ugh, you're disgusting, and anyway, you paid for that rug, not me.
Isana: Hey, you know, with us being tied together by the imminent arrival of a child I'm gonna need you to care for, whatsay we put aside our differences and be pals?
Benny: I am suspicious, but I am a family sim, so...
Isana: Sucker.
Benny: I don't care for this.
Benny: Just who do you think you are, coming into MY home, marrying MY son, carrying MY grandchild, and then electrocuting me? I could have died. WITHOUT A PLATINUM GRAVE!
Isana: Watch where you're poking, Captain Longspeech.
Greta's pregnant. /information
Ian: Why I oughta...
Typo: This was a triumph. I'm being so sincere right now.
Typo: It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Ian: The aspiration points are a lie. 8D
Farthing: I wonder if I just tug the hem of my skirt a shade higher...would that distract him...
Probably not, Farthing. Ian's only true, undying love is video games.
And Michelle already tried that trick decades ago, Greta. Also...should you be doing that in your condition?
Butler: *adjusts suddenly tighter pants* *tries to play it off as preening*
Ian: *is totally used to this kind of behavior* *notes the DOW is up today*
Butler: *serves Ian's head on a platter*
Isana: I appreciate the effort, but could you make it into a soup or stew or something? It'll keep longer is all.
Finn: *is surprisingly doing this autonomously*
Isana: I am delirious with joy over the opportunity for a fight he has just presented.
beescratch: Misses capping the argument they had right after this.
Guess who it is. Gahead guess. I'll wait.
Hint: Isana and Finn
Finn: We just had sex, and you liked it.
Isana: Give me a reason, Finn, I dare you. (norlyican'tstopthinkingaboutyouiloveyou)
Benny and Finn: *give Isana a reason by discussing how attractive her mother is*
Isana: Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this.
This Picture: >:[ ^_^ >:[
For some reason I've yet to understand, I let them adopt a new dog. Her name is...The Dog.
Ghost of Florence: Nothing just happened.
Isana: OH MY GOD A GH---Finn, what the fuck are you doing?
Finn: Oh Uncle Ian, hold me!
Ian: This is new. I like it.
Finn: You're so hot when you're questioning my motives.
Isana: Ian's so hot when he's being groped.
Typo: Ah boop ur chin!
Greta: Awesome, now tell me how you bedded Ian.
Finn: How dare you think of another man when you're with me!
Isana: Well if you don't like it, maybe I should just pack my things and leave!
Isana: Good job, Finn, you've ruined our marriage.
Finn: You must be blind if you can't see how this is all your fault!
Finn and Isana's Fingertips: *accidentally brush*
This Picture: *speaks for itself*
I don't know what Typo is doing here. If you do, let me know so I can stop being so perplexed.
Isana's pregnancy isn't going very well. Oops?
Finn: I love it when you show weakness by passing out on the floor.
Isana: Yeah, yeah. Make fun, asshat. (+ does that mean you want to take care of me all gentleman like? *mental eyelash bat*)
Benny: Augh, lovespeech from Isana! It burns!
Greta's pregnancy is only marginally better than Isana's. She made it to the couch!
I dunno who did it, but no one tell Ian. That used to be their Nintendo.
Benny: Stupid Isana.
Typo: Well there are about a hundred chores that need done, but I'm just gonna stand here uselessly until Ian's horny.
Ghost of Michelle: WOOHOO RIDE'EM COWGIRL. I'm back in the saddle where I belong.
Ian: I don't know how this is possible, but it's really quite fascinating to watch.
Someone should tell Typo it might be awhile.
I see what you're doing, and I say no.
Greta: 80
Ian: So close, yet so far.
Farthing: *photobombs*
Finn: I'm a pretty floating butterly fly. Flutter flutter.
...What are you...I don't...how...
Evidently there is some kind of vortex in Ian's bathroom that makes my sims do weird shit.
Finn: Hey this is way more convenient than using the stairs and walking all the way down the hall!
Finn: *continues to materialze like a ghostly apparition*
Isana: *HORROR MOVIE SCREAM*
Isana: How in the hell am I getting aspiration points for this? I hate this!
Finn: :|
Isana: No seriously, I did not aspire to go through this. Someone will die.
Finn: So hot when she's making threats...
Isana: Hello Infant whom I just delevired rather painfully into the world.
Ender (a boy): Where's my daddy?
Finn: HA! Good job, son. Your mother is so much hotter when she's mad.
Ender: You wanna not leave me here. On the floor. Where I could freeze.
Isana: *vanished, presumably while muttering incoherent, angry words*
Look. A baby. That is totally unique and different looking from any other sims baby ever. Anyway, in case you missed it, this is Ender. It is allegedly a German name, starts with the required E, and also sounds like something the Angertwins would name their child. Ender, destroyer of worlds and such.
Benny: Fucking Isana.
Benny: It's okay, Ender. I won't hold it against you that your mother ought to be drawn and quartered for being a polyp on the colon of society.
Ian's Hotness: *so potent it now inspires aspiration point gain*
Ha! This was inevitable.
Benny: Kicked your ass!
Isana: Splashed your face!
Benny: KILLED YOU IN YOUR SLEEP TONIGHT.
Ian: It's good to see you again, Prudie von Needsdeflowered.
Prudie: Oh, my love! I shan't ever wash that hand again, for it has been blessed by his caress. Judging by where that hand's been, you might want to rethink that...
Prudie: No, I musn't. Allowing you to disrobe me is sin enough. If you want more of me, you'll have to marry me!
Ian: I wonder what Typo's up to...
Aww, come on, Prudes, no one would have to know!
Prudie: The Holy Ghost would know, and he would not be happy about it.
(Don't worry, we'll get her.)
Greta's turn!
We have a little girl, Eventide. I dunno why, it just is.
Benny: Damn, girl, you got back into shape real nice.
Isana: You shut your whore mouth.
Benny: What? I was just saying you look nice.
Benny: And anyway this is MY room, GTFO!
Benny: Okay, Pimp Hand. We have to remember she's the mother of our grandchild... remember and resist.
Because this household is a shining example for all to follow, we get another lamp! /sarcasm
Isana: Oh, I'd love to lose a fight with Ian anytime.
Greta invites A.J. over to meet his child. He devotes most of his visit enitrely to her, all on his own. I squee a little.
Ender's toddlerdom!
Okay. Mostly I check for cuteness and move on, but LOOK AT HIM! His wittle angry brow line is *so* fitting considering his parentage. XD So awesome.
Because any and all autonomous potty training must be recorded.
Raise your hand if you think Isana's awesome. *raises hand*
Because I am impatient, I go ahead and let Eventide go a day early.
She promises to turn out interestingly, ne?
OKAY, that's all I got for this time. Next time, clearer images and shorter wait times and more children and probably some fighting!
Want a Withers?
Hey, you remember Seth from a million generations ago? The ignored one with the pink hair and cousin fetish?
Well, I sent Greta man shopping, and she ran into Seth.
And then a vampire showed up. And I used Greta's influence points to vamp Seth. I think the pink hair will be complimented by the sunshinesparkles. Yes, I made a Twilight reference. Because no, that will never get old.
Benny: Fuck yeah, using the toilet!
When you're old, it's the little things, like making it to the potty, that keep you happy.
And now, a series of Art Photography I like to call: Why Ian's a Weird Ass.
Ian decides he needs to be a little devious and put soap in his fountain.
But he is nearly caught red-handed by the authorities.
Fortunately, his innocent old man routine throws them off his trail, and he gets away with his crime. Hee hee hee.
Also, Greta is quite attractive.
This concludes the series.
Speaking of Greta though, I remodled a bit of the upstairs so she has her own space. There wasn't room for a proper double bed, so she gets a loveseat for sexytimes and sleeps in the teen bedroom. Ian, who never ever noticed the seating area that used to be here, can now find endless reasons to hang around in here...just in case.
Typo: I approve of these shenanigans!!
Just further proof that Ian will screw anything. *rimshot*
Typo: Yes, that is exactly the bolt that needed tightened.
Ian: How does your head do that, this mean possibilities! 8D
Typo: Whatever you're referring to, I'm in.
Typo and Ian: *~of one mind~* Hey, Isana, we are nonchalant and planning nothing.
A challenger appears!
Typo decides to literally throw herself at Ian to eliminate the competition.
...
The beauty of this situation is twofold:
1. She can't get pregnant
2. She's not related to him in anyway
Isana: A baby? Oh puke, I don't want a baby.
Nice face. But getting angst all over the guitar won't get you out of reproducing.
Nor will rage.
I sent Greta out again, and this time she finds A.J. and deems him to the The One.
Chloe: Oh, is he your cousin, dear? How sweet. I remember when Seth and I...
NOT her cousin, Chloe, that's just you and Seth's...thing.
Holy shit, Chloe's a fkn NINJA!
Also a bad influence. Greta, we do not swoon over our cousins, no matter how distantly related they might be.
I'm still undecided about moving him in, but an engagement never hurt anyone.
I stand corrected.
Because I've not provided one, a face shot of A.J.:
I'd compliment his good looks, but seeing as I made him, that'd be a bit boastful, ne?
Typo: Oh, Ian. I hate to see you go, but I *love* to watch you walk away.
...I dunno. Finn for no reason.
Edit: I remember! Somehow he's still wearing the engagement ring instead of the edding one. Who knows?
Ian: I wonder if she's asleep enough for me to climb and just give her a little...
Go to your own bed, Ian. You know, directly BELOW this bed. On the first floor. The one you had to walk by when you came out of your private bathroom. The unoccupied one. That's been yours since you graduated college. *That* bed.
Isana: Ah shitty.
Isana: *momentarily bottles rage*
Isana: Fuck rockets!
Ian: You wanna what my what? *eyebrow waggle*
Isana: Fuck video games, too!
Ian: OVER THE LINE, MISSY. >8[
Isana: Rage is sexy on everyone.
Ian: I can't believe you don't like video games.
Farthing: Seriously what's with that?
Isana: I don't have to defend myself!
Isana: Fucking Ezra.
Honestly, I don't even know why she hates him so much.
Benny: *is turned on by wildly misplaced anger*
Benny: *loogie on the Persian rug*
Benny: What now, bitch?
Isana: Ugh, you're disgusting, and anyway, you paid for that rug, not me.
Isana: Hey, you know, with us being tied together by the imminent arrival of a child I'm gonna need you to care for, whatsay we put aside our differences and be pals?
Benny: I am suspicious, but I am a family sim, so...
Isana: Sucker.
Benny: I don't care for this.
Benny: Just who do you think you are, coming into MY home, marrying MY son, carrying MY grandchild, and then electrocuting me? I could have died. WITHOUT A PLATINUM GRAVE!
Isana: Watch where you're poking, Captain Longspeech.
Greta's pregnant. /information
Ian: Why I oughta...
Typo: This was a triumph. I'm being so sincere right now.
Typo: It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Ian: The aspiration points are a lie. 8D
Farthing: I wonder if I just tug the hem of my skirt a shade higher...would that distract him...
Probably not, Farthing. Ian's only true, undying love is video games.
And Michelle already tried that trick decades ago, Greta. Also...should you be doing that in your condition?
Butler: *adjusts suddenly tighter pants* *tries to play it off as preening*
Ian: *is totally used to this kind of behavior* *notes the DOW is up today*
Butler: *serves Ian's head on a platter*
Isana: I appreciate the effort, but could you make it into a soup or stew or something? It'll keep longer is all.
Finn: *is surprisingly doing this autonomously*
Isana: I am delirious with joy over the opportunity for a fight he has just presented.
beescratch: Misses capping the argument they had right after this.
Guess who it is. Gahead guess. I'll wait.
Hint: Isana and Finn
Finn: We just had sex, and you liked it.
Isana: Give me a reason, Finn, I dare you. (norlyican'tstopthinkingaboutyouiloveyou)
Benny and Finn: *give Isana a reason by discussing how attractive her mother is*
Isana: Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this.
This Picture: >:[ ^_^ >:[
For some reason I've yet to understand, I let them adopt a new dog. Her name is...The Dog.
Ghost of Florence: Nothing just happened.
Isana: OH MY GOD A GH---Finn, what the fuck are you doing?
Finn: Oh Uncle Ian, hold me!
Ian: This is new. I like it.
Finn: You're so hot when you're questioning my motives.
Isana: Ian's so hot when he's being groped.
Typo: Ah boop ur chin!
Greta: Awesome, now tell me how you bedded Ian.
Finn: How dare you think of another man when you're with me!
Isana: Well if you don't like it, maybe I should just pack my things and leave!
Isana: Good job, Finn, you've ruined our marriage.
Finn: You must be blind if you can't see how this is all your fault!
Finn and Isana's Fingertips: *accidentally brush*
This Picture: *speaks for itself*
I don't know what Typo is doing here. If you do, let me know so I can stop being so perplexed.
Isana's pregnancy isn't going very well. Oops?
Finn: I love it when you show weakness by passing out on the floor.
Isana: Yeah, yeah. Make fun, asshat. (+ does that mean you want to take care of me all gentleman like? *mental eyelash bat*)
Benny: Augh, lovespeech from Isana! It burns!
Greta's pregnancy is only marginally better than Isana's. She made it to the couch!
I dunno who did it, but no one tell Ian. That used to be their Nintendo.
Benny: Stupid Isana.
Typo: Well there are about a hundred chores that need done, but I'm just gonna stand here uselessly until Ian's horny.
Ghost of Michelle: WOOHOO RIDE'EM COWGIRL. I'm back in the saddle where I belong.
Ian: I don't know how this is possible, but it's really quite fascinating to watch.
Someone should tell Typo it might be awhile.
I see what you're doing, and I say no.
Greta: 80
Ian: So close, yet so far.
Farthing: *photobombs*
Finn: I'm a pretty floating butterly fly. Flutter flutter.
...What are you...I don't...how...
Evidently there is some kind of vortex in Ian's bathroom that makes my sims do weird shit.
Finn: Hey this is way more convenient than using the stairs and walking all the way down the hall!
Finn: *continues to materialze like a ghostly apparition*
Isana: *HORROR MOVIE SCREAM*
Isana: How in the hell am I getting aspiration points for this? I hate this!
Finn: :|
Isana: No seriously, I did not aspire to go through this. Someone will die.
Finn: So hot when she's making threats...
Isana: Hello Infant whom I just delevired rather painfully into the world.
Ender (a boy): Where's my daddy?
Finn: HA! Good job, son. Your mother is so much hotter when she's mad.
Ender: You wanna not leave me here. On the floor. Where I could freeze.
Isana: *vanished, presumably while muttering incoherent, angry words*
Look. A baby. That is totally unique and different looking from any other sims baby ever. Anyway, in case you missed it, this is Ender. It is allegedly a German name, starts with the required E, and also sounds like something the Angertwins would name their child. Ender, destroyer of worlds and such.
Benny: Fucking Isana.
Benny: It's okay, Ender. I won't hold it against you that your mother ought to be drawn and quartered for being a polyp on the colon of society.
Ian's Hotness: *so potent it now inspires aspiration point gain*
Ha! This was inevitable.
Benny: Kicked your ass!
Isana: Splashed your face!
Benny: KILLED YOU IN YOUR SLEEP TONIGHT.
Ian: It's good to see you again, Prudie von Needsdeflowered.
Prudie: Oh, my love! I shan't ever wash that hand again, for it has been blessed by his caress. Judging by where that hand's been, you might want to rethink that...
Prudie: No, I musn't. Allowing you to disrobe me is sin enough. If you want more of me, you'll have to marry me!
Ian: I wonder what Typo's up to...
Aww, come on, Prudes, no one would have to know!
Prudie: The Holy Ghost would know, and he would not be happy about it.
(Don't worry, we'll get her.)
Greta's turn!
We have a little girl, Eventide. I dunno why, it just is.
Benny: Damn, girl, you got back into shape real nice.
Isana: You shut your whore mouth.
Benny: What? I was just saying you look nice.
Benny: And anyway this is MY room, GTFO!
Benny: Okay, Pimp Hand. We have to remember she's the mother of our grandchild... remember and resist.
Because this household is a shining example for all to follow, we get another lamp! /sarcasm
Isana: Oh, I'd love to lose a fight with Ian anytime.
Greta invites A.J. over to meet his child. He devotes most of his visit enitrely to her, all on his own. I squee a little.
Ender's toddlerdom!
Okay. Mostly I check for cuteness and move on, but LOOK AT HIM! His wittle angry brow line is *so* fitting considering his parentage. XD So awesome.
Because any and all autonomous potty training must be recorded.
Raise your hand if you think Isana's awesome. *raises hand*
Because I am impatient, I go ahead and let Eventide go a day early.
She promises to turn out interestingly, ne?
OKAY, that's all I got for this time. Next time, clearer images and shorter wait times and more children and probably some fighting!
Want a Withers?