The Stitch Legacy: Ch. 1.2
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Goooooood morning Abs. Since the last chapter, I switched my defaults and everybody looks really different.
On with the simming! At this point, I had blown all of the family funds on building a house (which I later decided I hated with a passion and I flattened it), leaving my poor founder and his eventual spouse sans a few basic amenities. A shower for example. They were both stinking at this point, hence Taylor's look of distaste. Actually, it's kind of hard to tell what he thinks.. He pulls that face a lot.
"Urgh! I don't like the way my girlfriend smells!"
Yes, Soukie. That smell IS you. Quit complaining about it and get your arse in gear! We need money, baby!
There's always time for a flying hug by the toilet! Don't let the Man tell you otherwise!
Followed by this touching scene. This might be what true love looks like.
After Taylor gets off to work, I send Soukie outside for a moment so I can flatten the house I don't like and build one that I do. I've got the floorplan set aside so I can add to it as funds allow. I think it looks quite cute right now though. ^_^
Soukie celebrates by spending her afternoon dancing with the fridge.
So Souks. You looking forward to being my first legacy spouse?
"What? Spouse?"
Uh oh...
"I'm a ROMANCE sim. Nobody said anything about spousing!"
We'll just leave her to... to deal with that. Why did I choose a Romance sim for my founder?
Obligatory skilling shot! And-bend-and-flex-and-starjump! Moar starjumps, dammit Taylor!!
Ignore the hobby glow. Taylor here actually maxed out his body skill in his old life (I made the mistake of putting an exercise bike in the Asylum. Guhhhh...) and with it, he maxed his fitness enthusiasm. Buuuuut I wiped all his skills when he started the legacy.
What the hump, lady? Who are you and what is your beef with this poor dustbin?
Yeah, neither Taylor nor Soukie even know this woman. I guess she's just angry then. SEEK HELP, LADY. THINK OF THE DUSTBINS!
Ways to Tell if your Girlfriend is a Criminal: #1
I like to think Tay and Souks like to play cops and robbers... in the bedroom. Nudgenudge winkwink saynomoar.
Moar Soukie spam. She looks adorable in that hat. I call it criminal-librarian chic.
Neither of them had the FEAR of engagement, which is the best you're gonna get with a romance sim, isn't it? So I got Tay down on one knee.
“You should know, my sweet Soukie, that getting married doesn’t… necessarily mean we are… y’know… bound exclusively to one another.”
“Isn’t that what marriage is?”
“Not if we don’t want it to be.”
"Uh... okay then. Let's get married, I guess."
If a picture is worth a thousand words, this picture is definitely saying "Ahhhhh what have I done?!" about 200 times.
Typical Taylor shot. Face to face with his fiancee, whom he loves very much, aaand...
Taylor: *glares*
Maybe it's because he knew what was coming next?
Marriage!
“Just remember, Soukie, that as Romance sims, we shouldn’t feel impeded in our romantic ventures by this marriage pact.”
“Agreed.”
"Mmm... marriage smoochies."
Yay autonomous flirting! And then the realisation that they were now married hit them both like a lorry. Blammo!
Soukie's eyeing up the latest walkby.
"Oooh sexay."
Hands off Soukie!
Souke, Soukie, Soukie. Tell the good people why I am not happy with you.
"Ughh... fired..."
And you know what that means don't you?
"No reaching the top of my career."
And that means?
"No kinky Captain Hero on Supervillainess bedtime fun."
I was looking forward to that. Not in a creepy voyeuristic kind of way. >.> Not at all.
Still... I suppose there's always kinky underwear pirateface at the dinnertable fun to be had. *sigh*
Obligatory "Am I preggers?!" toilet shot.
Soukie: I don't like where this is going...
*pop*
Taylor: *glares*
"OMGWTFBABY!"
DEMOTED!
"Hey Taylor, have you noticed that, like, nobody wants to hula any more? It's like the whole neighbourhood has completely forgotten it exists!"
Ah, that would be my doing, Souks. Guess who got sick of constant Hula-ing and decided to stomp that autonomous behaviour with a convenient third-party hack?
Taylor: "But I like to hula." *glares*
Taylor: "Wow, Souks. You are seriously pregnant!"
Soukie: *waddles to chair* "I hate you. You did this to me."
Taylor: "You're so sexy when you hate me."
Soukie: "Go die."
Taylor: "That's it, baby. You, me, bedroom, now?"
Soukie: *sighs* "Yeah, I'm game. You scumbag."
Taylor: *drools*
And soon...
Soukie: "Arghhhh! WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS?"
Just stay calm. Just pop that baby out. Nice and simple, see?
"WHERE IS TAYLOR I WILL DESTROY HIM."
Soukie: "Well, that wasn't so bad. But what do I do with this?"
Uhh... name it, I suppose.
"Hmm..."
But what happened to Taylor during all this? What would make a Romance sim miss the birth of his first son?
Making the bed. Obviously. Utterly baffling behaviour for a sim with only four neat points.
Taylor: "Four is enough. Must... eliminate... creases."
Welcome to the Legacy, baby. This is Malcolm. He has Soukie's eyes and hair, and possibly Taylor's skintone.
I never gave Soukie's stats, so here they are.
Soukie Stitch (Lanister), Gen. 1 legacy spouse.
Aspiration: Romance
LTW: Have 20 simultaneous lovers.
Personality: Gemini
4 7 8 3 3
And while baby Mal gently fumes in his cot, Taylor and Soukie are getting it on in their bed. Baby number two, perhaps?
And so we reach the end of Ch. 1.2.
Next time on The Stitch Legacy: Mal toddlerifies, Soukie gets another job and I decide to get cracking with Tay's LTW.
Until then, enjoy this picture of my founder teetering on the verge of madness. I hope you enjoyed, dear reader.
Read Ch. 1.3