Hooker Legacy 1.3
Hello! I'm back with the Hookers for one last entry. I'm having a difficult time trying to have fun with the Hookers (lol), but it's rather tedious trying to play with them (lol again). Anyways, I'll try to give it another try, but if it still is boring, I'm going to start a new legacy. Again. I really do want to finish a full ten-generation legacy, but it is so effing hard. Okay, enough complaining. Let's do this.
Previously in the Hooker house, Nikolai was chosen to follow through with the "Sweet Dreams, Mowgli" challenge. This didn't go through successfully, since Liam kept giving him so much god damn attention. Damn you, Liam and your family aspiration.
At least Cal isn't as fail as her father is. Eating grilled cheese sammiches like a Hooker should!
Sorry, I just love her too much :3
DAMMIT, LIAM.
The Hooker house is just so full of fail. Seriously.
Taryn, Taryn, Taryn...
No idea why I took this; probably because Cal's in it. :3
And now, it's time for some Taryn spam because she didn't get enough love in the last post! Yaaay!
Taryn: Um, I mean, you don't really have to...
Taryn: Gosh, this is awkward... Do I really have to smustle in front of everyone?
Yes.
Taryn: Okay, sure! Hm, I guess I'm sort of getting the hang of this! This is fun!
Bekah: BLAAARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH
Taryn: Oh. Nevermind.
LIAM. I WILL END YOU.
Okay, whatever. I've given up on him. Liam, you are a terrible father. YES, I SAID IT.
Liam: *ignore*
My reaction exactly:
TWINS?! MORE HOOKERS? OMG.
Nikolai: Cal, please change my diaper. PLEASE.
Cal: Oh, I don't know, Nik... Will peasandlove be angry if I do?
There will be blood.
Nikolai: Oh, no, not at all! She said that I don't have to do the challenge anymore.
I CERTAINLY DID NOT SAY SUCH A THING.
Taryn: Dad, look! I got a C+ on my report card! I'VE IMPROVED!
Liam: Yeah, okay, sure. Like you would get a C+
Taryn: I REALLY DID, THOUGH. *walks away*
Liam: Wait, did you say a C+?! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IS IT CHRISTMAS ALREADY?
Liam: HELL MUST'VE FROZEN OVER, WOW!
It was finally time for this punk to grow up. Can't wait.
Cal: Woah, I did not expect him to look like that.
Taryn: Ew, he looks really unattractive...Heh, gives me a better chance to become heir!
I know the pets haven't been featured in this entry as of yet, but that's because I decided to put them all up for adoption. Honestly, almost 5 kids and 4 pets? No, thanks.
*sadface, sorta*
Ferdinand: I'm completely fine with leaving. Means I won't have to see Nik's face ever again.
Oh, Ferdinand, you are quire the charmer.
Rascal: Woah, what happened to Nikolai's face?
Cal: Later, losers!
Liam: WAIT, WAIT. THEY'RE LEAVING? NOOOOO!
Cal: Goodbye, officer! Drive safely!
Liam: You insensitive witch!
Oh, family sims. They are the bestest. Wanting babies and pets all the time, what is this.
And so I present to you, Nikolai! He's not too bad, eh? But that's just me.
Nikolai: They all hurt my feelings. They shall pay. *glare*
How does Liam vent out his anger? By smustling, of course. Who wouldn't smustle when they're angry? I would smustle if I were angry. Anger brings out the best smustlers. ok, i'll stop.
Taryn decided to spend her Saturday morning infesting the backyard with several unfinished sandcastles. Oh, Taryn. You will surely pay for this.
Random walk-by. Yeah, nbd.
Of course he came by to SMUSTLE. Everyone loves to smustle.
Point proven.
YOU TWO. STOP THIS RIGHT NOW. NO MORE BABIES, PLEEEEASE.
It's all Liam's doings, I swear.
Hm...
Anyways! We will now learn that Nik enjoys bringing home kids from school who like to beat him up. They only want your money, kid. Trust me.
Bekah: Oh, I'm so tired. It's so quiet and peaceful in this room. Ahh.....
Sadly, Nik was not the victor of this battle.
Oh, and then Cal managed to get herself abducted by aliens. Just your regular Wednesday night.
Taryn: Cal's gone? Well, that sucks.
It seems as though the aliens were not impressed with their experiments on Cal, because they dropped her off about two hours later.
Cal: HNNNNGGGG
Taryn: NO, TAKE ME WITH YOU! GET ME OUT OF THIS HELL-HOLE.
That wasn't very nice, Taryn.
You would think that after being abducted, you'd do something sensible, like, oh, I don't know, maybe rest? Nope, not Cal. She does her homework, instead.
FINALLY. It seems like they've been in her forever!
Curse you.
Yeah, Bekah. That's what people usually do when they first have their baby; they drop them in the snow. Good job. This poor little soul would be Jett Hooker. A boy!
And Capri Hooker. A girl!
Cal just isn't having the best time in this entry, haha.
MOAR SMUSTLING? You bet.
Cal: Yeah, just going to sit here while soap explodes out of my crotch.
Bekah: CAL, FETCH THE BABY.
Cal: Already got it, mom.
Cal, remember to buy your mom something extra special for Christmas, okay?
Yay!
Of course, gotta have the cliché hugging pictures included somewhere.
Capri
And Jett. His face looks weird now, but it'll get better. You will see.
OMG, STOP IT, PLEASE. PLEASE. i effing hate acr, but still, it's fun to take the risk.
Hoorah, Taryn's turn to finally turn into a teen! Sweet revenge, my dear.
Taryn: What was that?
Oh, you'll see.
I am quite impressed with how Taryn turned out. Quite impressed.
Ohhh, Taryn... This one's for you, since you just lost to create art and leave it EVERYWHERE. Here you go.
Taryn's art vicinity for the week. Sweeeeet revenge, I tell you.
Back at the house, Cal managed to start a fire. Smart.
Well, at least she took Jett away, so plus-plus for her.
Anyways, back to Taryn. Grilled cheese sammiches, soiled dresses and lack of social activity? We has it.
Back at the house, the twins grew up into chilluns! Jett pre-makeover
Capri pre-makeover
I think every kid here is my favorite. I'm so glad that I'm not producing anymore fail children like I did with my previous legacies. *score*
ohei, Jett.
LOL, BACK AT THE ARTSY-FA
Social Bunny: Ok, eff dis. This girl has isssssues.
Nik's birfday! So many of them, holy crud.
Yay, for teen Nik!
And so I shall end this with one last doing of ACR. CURSES ON YOU. NO MORE CHILDREN, PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE.
CAL, WHY DO THEY DO THIS? TELL ME WHY.
Cal: HOW SHOULD I KNOW?
Thanks for reading!