Ten thousand years: maranazar

maranazar

Ten thousand years

Aug 15, 2011 03:39

GUYS! GUYS GUYS GUYS! I'm back! Hiii! Hi!

:D

So apparently, my ~OWBC-aversary was the 8th. How awesome. I completely forgot. I can't believe it's taken me so long to get through four generations. I planned to finish up this summer, but...I've been...not around. I fully intend to finish this before I start school in the fall, though! =D

Anyway!

Laaaa! Let's do this!

Oh Faline. Look at you and your ten neat points at work. You just can't leave for school without making everyone's bed.

Faline: Must. Make. House. Perfect.

Emmy! Emmy gardens. Did I tell you guys that last update? I don't remember, but she does. She gardens so hard.

Charming.

Anyway, this is Lady! Named from Lady and the Tramp. She's a Libra (2/10/5/7/7) and is freaking precious. I actually don't think I included any baby photos of her. I'm pretty sure I didn't. I would check, but you know, effort.

Ella: All these freakin' kids, man. I just want to get promotions at work.
Hey. You know what causes it.

JASMINE! <3 Y U SO CUTE, GURL? Y U SO CUTE?

See? She totally knows what causes it.

Oh, no wonder. There's a toddler nearby. These two are always getting it on when there's a toddler nearby.
Note to self: Stop being lazy and decorate their room.

Ella: Holy cow, Alice! I'm pregnant again!
Definitely knows how it happens.

Ella: *pregnancy dance*

Faline knew what she was doing when she donned those rain boots.

Jasmine was no so lucky.

Ella Oh, Beastie! Beastie's a good boy, yes he is! Yes he is!
Beast: What. Is. My. Life.

Beast: Ha, thanks kid! *plus*

Ella: You know...maybe this wasn't such a good idea...I can't get delicious promotions while I'm pregnant.

Well, lady, you shoulda thought of that before you decided to play hide the sausage.

My sims are all about the babies.

Faline: I'm the smartest girl in the world!

Look! Charlie!

Faline: DADDY, DADDY, DADDY! I AM SO FREAKIN' FRAKIN' SMART! LOOK AT ME! MY BRAIN IS GINORMOUS!
Mitch: That's nice, but the adults are talking.
Emmy: And that's how a bill...BECOMES a law.
Ella: HIII! :D

Faline: I AM SMART ENOUGH TO DUCK YOUR BULLETS BECAUSE OF THE ENORMITY OF MY BRAIN POWER!

ERR'BODY IN THE CLUB HAVIN' BERFDAYS!
I don't know.

So guys. This is kind of awkward. This is *exactly* what my sister would look like as a sim. It's freaky.
Anyway, Jasmine rolled Romance and secondary Grilled Cheese.
I don't even know how those two work, but okay. xD
Her lifetime want is to be a professional party guest and she likes well-dressed, brown-haired sims with no makep.

There is so much love in this place. So much love.

Ella: Ugh. I feel so, so pregnant.

Oh, hey, it's me!

Oh, hey, I'm a bitch. D:

Bahaha, poor Mangus. Nobody hearts him.

/obligatory toddler cuddling animal photo

MOAR BABBYS!

This is Flinn! Named from Tangled.

Emmy is so good at PWNing n00bz.

Poor Mangus!

Jasmine: Grr. That baby had better not be cuter than me.

Jasmine: Wait. What if she is cuter than me? What if I'm sent to an ugly peoples' home?

Jasmine: Wait. That'll never happen.

Jasmine: I'm adorable.

Jasmine: Right?

So Jasmine wandered off to contemplate the shelf-life of her cute, and Lady grew up!

Everyone's so excited. xD

FAMILY GARDENING FTW!
Whistle while you work, guys. Whistle. Whilst. You. Work.

I used to think that legacy writers were so silly. How can you get sick of birthdays, man? They're birthdays. And they have cake and confetti and glorious awesomeness.

No. They're annoying. And daily.

Hmm. I don't know about you, kid.
Anyway, Flinny-Flinn is a Cancer (7/5/6/7/6) and has the most stable personality of any of my sims.

Everyone is just so stinkin' cute. I just can't.

Aww, Faline. Obsessively cleaning everything.

This? This is pretty much my game.

I don't know about you, kid. Kinda bumpy.

Yeah, yeah, whatever, birthday.

Look at Jasmine! Look at that face! She's like, "Oh yeah, you ain't cuter than me, bish." Well...

I beg to differ. :)

She's a Family sim with secondary Fortune and she wants to star on her very own show of Animal Hoarders. She likes sims who are artistic and wear makeup and dislikes stinkyheads.

YES! LIFETIME WANT ACHIEVED! PERMA-PLAT4LYFE!

Aww, Lady. You so sweet. You congratulate your mama.

Aww, poor baby. No one pays him any attention.

So. This chapter is freaking long. Have a random adorable gif if you've made it this far:

Lol, Faline. You look so smart.

WE GOIN' ON A TRIP, SUCKAAAAAS!
I'm incredibly hyper. Sorry.

Jasmine: This fountain. It speaks with dulcet tones of an age long past. The trickle of water is a perfect harmony to the sounds of nature and the city.

Sure.

Faline: I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE! YOU OTHER BROTHAS CAN'T DENY!

Faline: WHEN A GIRL WALKS IN WIT A ITTY BITTY WAIST AND THAT ROUND THING IN YO FACE

Faline: YOU GET SPRUNG!

Faline: Hmm. I want custard.

Faline: Hey, waitress lady! If I eat pie will I look like a sumo wrestler? Because I don't want to. I want to. I mean, it would be nice to be able to body-slam my enemies, but I just don't think I can pull off the whole diaper/bun combo. But wait, what if I become a famous sumo wrestler!

Waitress: *wants to die*

Jasmine: Whatever. I'm having cake.

Also. Random, but I can't do cameraman mode in here. Can you guys? I just wind up staring at the ceiling, so that's why there is no ceiling and the stairs are all ghosty. Ghosty stairs.

Oooh, who's this?

Faline...I don't think she's going to marry you.
Faline: BUT WE CAN HAVE SO MANY SPARKLY BABIES!
Remember that ~gigantic brain Faline had at the beginning of the chapter? That's gone.