The Riddell Legacy II - 1.1
Warnings: Inappropriate conversations galore, language, and stupidity.
Last Time: The Legacy was rebooted with Charley as torch holder/heir/founder (damn computers), and after epically failling at spouse-hunting, she met and married Sabina. They both became pregnant, and we left off with pops! (which must have glitched, because Sabina did it again right as I reloaded).
This is both quite late and a bit on the short side, and I apologise. I've actually had these 50 odd pics for a long while, but I figured I'd finish the full length update before posting. Exams and a busy post-Christmas period put paid to that, so I thought I'd just put up what I already had available.
Sabina: *pops* *shoulder consumes head*
Charley: Hey, you know what are freaking awesome? ... Graveyards.
Coworker: I... see.
Sabina: That Shelby chick? She is totally hawt!
BDT (Ralph): Huh... continue.
Charley: Well she does ha- HEY! Wait a second! We're married dammit!
Sabina: *sighs* A romance Sim can dream...
Ralph: Why hello there jailbait!
Townie: ...
Ralph: ... Crap, I said that out loud, didn't I?
Grismalde (a playable on a walkby): *picks up garbage* *moves away from bin* *dumps on ground*
Charley: ...What the HELL are you doing?
Grismalde (having just kicked the bin over): *gasps* Would you just look at this mess? This won't do!
Charley: I'm going to go and stand over here now, okay?
Townie: ...And if that ever happens, they might just decide to drop the bomb!
Sabina: Oh noes! In that case, we'll all get ghosted! D8
Sabina: But at least then I wouldn't be so damn hungry...
I swear Sabina, if you start with this shit...
Sabina: Mm, Charley is so freaking SEXY! *epic heartsplosion*
Dog: :|
Door: ...
Dog: ...?
Door: -_-
Dog: >:(
Door: :C
Dog: ;D
Door: :P
Dog: D:<
Door: ;)
Dog: ...You are a worthy opponent.
Sabina: But in my opinion, there's nothing better after dinner than a good fuck!
Townie: *approves*
Bedressed friend: ... *leaves*
Playtime!
I might have had a caption for this, but honestly I think it was just picspam.
Pop!
(Pink dust!)
Simul-pop!
(And pink dust again!)
Charley: *mutter mutter* Fucking repairs... *mutter* *mutter*
Despite being heavily pregnant and having all of 2 mechanical points, every chore of this type falls straight onto her.
Trenchcoat townie & Sabina: *BFs*
This neighbourhood must be part of the Matrix or something. You can't swing a cat without hitting a dude wearing a trenchcoat.
Stove: *ignites*
Sabina: *is utterly deadpan*
Sabina: Hold on, do I smell bur-OH SHIIIIT!!
Fortunately, the fire was successfully put out.
...I almost, almost forgive you.
This mailboy frightens me.
He has a man's face on a teen's body.
Charley: Pregnant? Why yes, I am, why'd you ask? ... Ah, I see. Well, I'd better be going. See you later!
Charley: :O... Wait a second...
Charley: SUUUUUNUUUUVAAAAA BIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!
It's a boy, Alistair, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a really frickin' weird skintone.
Sabina: Charley.
Charley: This is your crib little guy, do you like it?
Sabina: Charley!
Charley: I know it's just you right now, Alistair but someday soon, you'll have a brother or sister to play with!
Sabina: Charley!!
Charley: And won't that be fun?
Sabina: CHARLEY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST TURN AROUND!!
Nosy Mailman: My word! That woman is giving birth!
Obtrusive townie: All she needs to do is clench her fists and push. PUSH I say!
Nobody asked you two. GTFO.
Charley: *looks around* *swoons* She is SO sexy when she's in labour!
Sabina: Jesus christ... now wasn't this thing worth all of that?
Nosy mailman: *stalks* *stalks*
This is Lloyd, si far as I remember, brown hair blue eyes and a mixed skintone.
Obtrusive townie: Eyyy! That was some birthing right there!
Charley: ...Why are you in my house?
Sabina: Missed this.
Charley: I gathered. Maybe you can stop drooling over everythiing that moves now?
Sabina: ...I'll try. No promises.
Back to business.
More babbies needed!
As per usual, childcare falls squarely in the TH's lap.
Luckily, Charley manages it with a minimum of fuss.
Ralph: So I've heard that your first time is truly explosive, is that true?
Charley: Oh definitely, I'd say it'-... Wait, don't you already know?
Ralph: *shifty eyes* What!? Erm... certainly! I just wanted to get a different perspective!
Sabina: URKBLARGHLHRSSDFSFSF! *- 500*
Damn. This could be a rough one.
Ralph: So, how about a screw?
Sabina: *fail throws* WHAT!?
Ralph: ...driver. It looks as though you could do with having the board moved lower.
Sabina: ...Fuck off.
Ralph: Hehehe... the distraction worked perfectly.
Charley: Who's a cute lil' wolf? Whosacutiewolf? *rub rub*
...Crud.
Oh well, they need the money. Sorry Sabi.
Nefarious townie: *kicks over bin* Bwahahaha!!
Charley: I totally just saw that, you know.
Charley: Hey there! ... Bitch. *+1,000*
Nefarious T: Morning! ... Whore.
Pop!
Aw... lookit the Romance Sim being all maternal!
Sabina: What!? No! I just... had a really good sandwich for lunch!
Inevitably...
Alistair: I need say nothing, you hear me? Nothing.
Nefarious T: *checks out the rack* Mm... you might be a whore, but you're a hot whore.
Charley: ... What.
Whoop!
Charley: It's your birthday little guy!
Alistair: Man, you know, looking at those two birthday cakes, I'd never have guessed.
Hm...
I'm not sure I'll be able to get over that ghostly skin.
Lloyd's turn!
Charley: Seriously, why are you even here?
Nefarious T: Uh... no reason. Nope, none whatsoever. Totally not scoping you out.
In the meantime...
God. Damn. It.
Post makeover, Lloyd's babyfaced. I haven't made my mind up yet.
Alistair: *noms* *somehow produces musical note*
I'm not even going to ask about that.
Well, that's all I have this time. Thanks for reading. If you have concrit it'd be neat to hear.
Legacy Stats:
Torch holders (founders/heirs): 1
Family Members: 4
Births: 2
Fires: 1
