Baldrssons 3.4
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Last time, Sig (simpurity) and Nemo (dorkasaur) were unbelievably sweet and rather senile. Gunnlöð and Agu (prettypalisades) had triplets: a boy named Vidar and two girls named Var and Vör. Sig passed away, leaving the family with a big ol' shrine to her and a lot of inheritance. Gefjun and Fulla grew into Teens, and Fulla was abducted by aliens.
Yeah, this will be a Gefjun-heavy update.
Mostly since Gunn was laid up all week with Satanspawn Plague i.e. Mini-Challenge-related laryngitis.
Gefjun: I don't know what it is, petit Freyr. None of the boys at school will look my way, Mom doesn't seem to care about any of us any more -
Gunn: *COUGHHACKDIE*
Gefjun: - and Fulla has been so sad lately... I think the Creator is trying to induce drama.
Freyr: Ew, drama bad.
Gefjun: Rather. We shall not behave badly merely for the amusement of others!
Gefjun: ASDFGRANDPAAA
Nemo: I'm here, I'm here, don't get your bloomers in a oh god.
Nemo: What the - D8
Fulla: No! Not the only person who understands me! Nooo!
Nemo: Mmm, extra crispy. Vale, get the Worcestershire sauce.
Fulla and Vale: AND THEN THERE WAS FIRE
Gefjun: Peace.
Gunn: Gee, sounds like everyone is finally getting together and having fun. Good!
Gefjun: Uh, Mr. Fireguy... will §100 be enough to convince you to never tell anyone what started the fire?
Mr. Fireguy: Damn skippy, Miss Not-Even-Singed!
Gefjun: Great. Can't have this interfering with my plans to win over the hearts and penises of every guy in town.
Mr. Fireguy: ...bye bye.
Vidar grows up and is, in the lingo, a squish! *pinches cheeks* Moojy moojy squishy.
I can never for the life of me remember which is Var or Vör, but my guilt is made easier by the fact that they are each as squishy as their brother.
Nemo: Why are you capping me? There's nothing interesting going on in this picture! :D
Death: DUUUDE!
Nemo: AAGH! Scared the bejeebus out of me! If you're here for Gefjun, she's asleep upstairs. Those burns looked nasty, but I didn't think -
Death: Dude. Buddy. Today's your day. Your wife in, like, 20-year-old form is waiting for ya and so's the greatest supply, like, ever. And Doritos. Lots of Doritos.
Nemo: Epic! Are the Hula Girls there, too?
Death: Pshyeah, man. And your old lady says she wants 'em to join you, along with all those girls you accidentally seduced in your heyday. Here. Drink this hash chocolate I made for ya. The secret is that I make it with hash.
Never let it be said that the SCIC is stingy. They've paid for three new additions and a shrine now.
Which, of course, makes him...
At least he's a muffin.
Freyr: please be child services please be child services please be child services
Freyr: Hello please help I've been mistreated by my neglectfu - oh. Yeah, she's here. Hold on. Damnit!
You should have seen it before I sent her to bed.
Fulla: So, Mom, I've come up with a new business plan, but I'm not sure about how to get the proper real estate, and I'd like it if -
Gunn: I AM AN ORPHAN WHYYY BAW
Fulla: Mom, I want you to -
Gunn: WHAT IS MY LIFE
Fulla: *deadpan* I am going to sell my body to strange men with pustulating VDs Downtown.
Gunn: CREATOR HAVE MERCY ON MY GRIEFFF
Fulla: *SIGH* Fine, I'll get a real estate agent and send you the therapist's bill.
Vale: Ha-ha! Petit Freyr can't even make a muffin right! What happened? Did a plane fly into it?
Gefjun: Vale! That's terrible and you should feel terrible as soon as you learn about 9/11 in school.
Freyr: It's okay, Sparky. I'm used to it. *tiny sigh*
Gefjun: Aw, Freyr, that's no way to - ...Sparky?
Vale grew up shirtless, dorky and Familial.
Gunn: I'm having the oddest sense of déjà entendu...
Gunn: Well, look at you! So sweet and innocent. I think I'll call you Syn. And Daddy can't say anything because he's asleep!
Agu: I'm up, I'm up. What did you call her?
Gunn: Syn.
Agu: Awesome. Goodnight.
And since I love leaving you on a suspenseful note, what are the triplets plotting as they have gathered? Is naming the baby "Syn" a self-fulfilling prophesy? How the hell will I cram all those kids into a dormitory? Find out next time you pop by the Baldrssons!
38 .jpgs. References to sex, drugs and prostitution. Also, death.
Last time, Sig (simpurity) and Nemo (dorkasaur) were unbelievably sweet and rather senile. Gunnlöð and Agu (prettypalisades) had triplets: a boy named Vidar and two girls named Var and Vör. Sig passed away, leaving the family with a big ol' shrine to her and a lot of inheritance. Gefjun and Fulla grew into Teens, and Fulla was abducted by aliens.
Yeah, this will be a Gefjun-heavy update.
Mostly since Gunn was laid up all week with Satanspawn Plague i.e. Mini-Challenge-related laryngitis.
Gefjun: I don't know what it is, petit Freyr. None of the boys at school will look my way, Mom doesn't seem to care about any of us any more -
Gunn: *COUGHHACKDIE*
Gefjun: - and Fulla has been so sad lately... I think the Creator is trying to induce drama.
Freyr: Ew, drama bad.
Gefjun: Rather. We shall not behave badly merely for the amusement of others!
Gefjun: ASDFGRANDPAAA
Nemo: I'm here, I'm here, don't get your bloomers in a oh god.
Nemo: What the - D8
Fulla: No! Not the only person who understands me! Nooo!
Nemo: Mmm, extra crispy. Vale, get the Worcestershire sauce.
Fulla and Vale: AND THEN THERE WAS FIRE
Gefjun: Peace.
Gunn: Gee, sounds like everyone is finally getting together and having fun. Good!
Gefjun: Uh, Mr. Fireguy... will §100 be enough to convince you to never tell anyone what started the fire?
Mr. Fireguy: Damn skippy, Miss Not-Even-Singed!
Gefjun: Great. Can't have this interfering with my plans to win over the hearts and penises of every guy in town.
Mr. Fireguy: ...bye bye.
Vidar grows up and is, in the lingo, a squish! *pinches cheeks* Moojy moojy squishy.
I can never for the life of me remember which is Var or Vör, but my guilt is made easier by the fact that they are each as squishy as their brother.
Nemo: Why are you capping me? There's nothing interesting going on in this picture! :D
Death: DUUUDE!
Nemo: AAGH! Scared the bejeebus out of me! If you're here for Gefjun, she's asleep upstairs. Those burns looked nasty, but I didn't think -
Death: Dude. Buddy. Today's your day. Your wife in, like, 20-year-old form is waiting for ya and so's the greatest supply, like, ever. And Doritos. Lots of Doritos.
Nemo: Epic! Are the Hula Girls there, too?
Death: Pshyeah, man. And your old lady says she wants 'em to join you, along with all those girls you accidentally seduced in your heyday. Here. Drink this hash chocolate I made for ya. The secret is that I make it with hash.
Never let it be said that the SCIC is stingy. They've paid for three new additions and a shrine now.
Which, of course, makes him...
At least he's a muffin.
Freyr: please be child services please be child services please be child services
Freyr: Hello please help I've been mistreated by my neglectfu - oh. Yeah, she's here. Hold on. Damnit!
You should have seen it before I sent her to bed.
Fulla: So, Mom, I've come up with a new business plan, but I'm not sure about how to get the proper real estate, and I'd like it if -
Gunn: I AM AN ORPHAN WHYYY BAW
Fulla: Mom, I want you to -
Gunn: WHAT IS MY LIFE
Fulla: *deadpan* I am going to sell my body to strange men with pustulating VDs Downtown.
Gunn: CREATOR HAVE MERCY ON MY GRIEFFF
Fulla: *SIGH* Fine, I'll get a real estate agent and send you the therapist's bill.
Vale: Ha-ha! Petit Freyr can't even make a muffin right! What happened? Did a plane fly into it?
Gefjun: Vale! That's terrible and you should feel terrible as soon as you learn about 9/11 in school.
Freyr: It's okay, Sparky. I'm used to it. *tiny sigh*
Gefjun: Aw, Freyr, that's no way to - ...Sparky?
Vale grew up shirtless, dorky and Familial.
Gunn: I'm having the oddest sense of déjà entendu...
Gunn: Well, look at you! So sweet and innocent. I think I'll call you Syn. And Daddy can't say anything because he's asleep!
Agu: I'm up, I'm up. What did you call her?
Gunn: Syn.
Agu: Awesome. Goodnight.
And since I love leaving you on a suspenseful note, what are the triplets plotting as they have gathered? Is naming the baby "Syn" a self-fulfilling prophesy? How the hell will I cram all those kids into a dormitory? Find out next time you pop by the Baldrssons!
38 .jpgs. References to sex, drugs and prostitution. Also, death.