The Picklesworth Legacy 7.2
As I said in my last spare update, my hood borked once more, for my laptop loves taking a GIANT METAL DUMP on my simming dreams. So I had to rebuild the hood but the official story is that the Picklesworths up and moved back to their hometown of Dewey Hills. This also means that little Tommy Picklesworth, who was the firstborn of Generation 7, is gone and I'm going to have to redo the babymaking processes.
Catalina, Cesar, Ivy and John move back to where it all began. They're eager to get back to their roots and to get settled in their new, cozy...
... Abode. With... all of the amenities and luxuries a family of above average means could possibly...
... Well, DAYUM. Not even my founder Dillon had it this bad when he first arrived. Basically, I was half-jokingly talking about having them live on a lawn on tumblr and sushigal007 dared me to do it. And then I COULDN'T RESIST... for about 2 days and then I caved in and built them an actual house. But for now, enjoy as I throw Sims used to living the rich life into a weekend of peasantry and lowbrow dirt-shoveling.
Catalina: What is this!? I DEMAND TO HAVE WALLS AGAIN
PFFFFFFFFF who needs walls? You can enjoy the one-of-a-kind experience of Life On A Lawn, complete with outdoor dining and exhibitionist showering! Usually, we only reserve this special package for legacy founders, but seeing as how your founder didn't take us up on the deal, you're using it up now!
Ivy's LTW is now to become a Rock God and I'm just going to go along with it so I don't have to bother with pets anymore. I suppose this hood implosion was good for something. Teehee. Teeheehee. :B
I was generous and gave them a hot tub. We need some nice, warm place to re-attempt fertilization.
Catalina: Oooh, I'll get the best view from here!
*Opens mouth*
*Closes it*
... I'm at a loss.
Catalina: I can hear the sound of my grandbabies being marinated as I speak! :D
Cesar: Mmm-hm!
WHAT IS HAPPENING
Passerby: *Pointedly looks down and away from coital shenanigans*
This is a great way to greet the neighbours. Now there are no secrets between you!
Catalina: OH MY GOD NO MY EYES
Cesar: ?
Even Catalina had some changing room curtains between her and the myriads of sexcapades done in front of relatives. BUT THIS IS TOO FAR FOR HER HARDENED SENSIBILITIES.
*cough* And this is when I decided to finally build them a house.
THERE ARE TWO TOILETS IN THE HASTILY BUILT HOUSE NOW COME ONNNN. What would your idol Blanche Devereaux say?
Ivy: Uggghhh... Stupid John putting my through all of this strain AGAIN.
:T You see what you did, game? Giving my Ivy backaches! You heartless piece of machinery!
Because I had to catch up on my previous update, I skipped through most of Ivy's pregnancy. I didn't mean to go straight past the labour but EH. WE HAVE BEBEH. Meet little Mirabelle, who is a cruel reminder that I forgot to roll the pacifier beforehand. THE BLUE EYES ARE BACK. They have been taunting me, mocking me with their dark cobalt hue since GENERATION THREE. Seriously, I'll have to mix in some more eye colours somehow.
I'm sure she'll be as big of a bubble of cute as all the other Picklesworth babies before her.
Sweet cheese and carrots, pregnant again so soon? Or is that just some bad baked alaska?
Nope, it's pregnancy. Making her so hungry in fact that RIBS > BABY.
Ivy: Eh. Not like she's going anywhere.
Uh. I beg to differ!
She's going straight to the cake.
D'awww... What an adorable little tyke with BLUE EYES (yes, I'm still a bit peeved I forgot to roll the pacifier).
Mirabelle: *Wiggles her way into my heart anyway*
God, I'm weak.
And Ivy suddenly gives in to her maternal urges. Yes, yessss! Smother her with love! Squeeze some more niceness into that one nice point (yes, we have reverted back to mean Sims. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HAVING NICE SIMS, GAME I ASK YOU).
Attention she lacks not, I will tell you that. I also would have killed to have her outfit in those exact colours as a tiny tyke.
Cesar: MY MIND HAS BEEN BLOWN BY RECENT INFORMATION
OH MY GOD KNOWLEDGE REALLY IS GOING TO KILL YOU (but seriously now, all I want is for them to learn how to decently make mac and cheese).
Cesar: Hey. Hey, smell my pit.
John: EW NO AUGH WHYYYY
The consequences of charring pasta and processed cheddar, all rolled into one stinky fume ball straight out of Cesar's arm.
Oh my God, if there are three cinnamon buns in that oven I will... I will... grab a freezer pop and eat it for dessert!
Mirabelle: WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE ATTENTIOOOOOOONNNN
Currently being focused on your mother and her plumbbob pushing. Watch: Birth Through Window. This'll become one of those iconic photos in Sim history!
So I might have forgotten to roll the pacifier for a second time. So what? You guys gonna make a meal out of it? Huh? HUH? *Rolls up sleeves and starts swinging arms*
BTW it's a girl named Elise.
John: Guess what we just did. 8]
SHE JUST GAVE BIRTH SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL. Was that a jingle I heard?
Mirabelle: Mwahaha, attention is back on me!
Have I mentioned this update is chock full of celebrations of birth? I hope none of you have a low tolerance for dairy and general pastry assortments!
Andreas and James popped in as well to watch their father lose all colour in his hair. 'Tis a momentous occasion in a Simlife!
Such a distinguished elderly gentleman! And eeeh, look at cheeky John-Bob and Keith in the back!
*Sputters indignantly* It's your father's birthday and you are stealing his cock-a-doodling ceramic rooster?
James: The damn thing has been bugging me all day!
James: For the good of tasteful lawn ornaments everywhere, it must go!
Oh please. The family graveyard needs some silly garden guardians! A rooster with a shovel and a sharp-beaked plastic flamingo. That's security!
Mirabelle: We'll get that sucker back.
We will?
Huh. Guess I'll just leave all future ornament retrievals to Catalina!
Oh good. This'll be the last pregnancy this generation. And this time... THIS TIME. PACIFIERS WILL ROLL!
But before that, yet another Cake Day is afoot! Mirabelle is about to feel the sweet pangs of scholastic achievement in a few hours!
She got the pretty!
John's got a hankering for his daughter to get into private school, so now they have sent in their youngest and best-looking headmaster for reasons unknown.
Ivy: Sir, my great-great-great-grandfather was the first mayor of this town. I think that warrants an automatic shoe-in, don't you?
Headmaster: EXCUSE ME NO. WE HAVE STANDARDS.
WELP. I TRIED. *Crawls off to get sorbet*
Mirabelle: If I show off my debating skills to the headmaster, I'll totally get in!
ORLY? Let's hear your magnificent oration!
Mirabelle: BUUUURRRRRRRRRRP
... I shoulda known. This is what happens when I don't push the mic stand against a wall!
Headmaster: Huh. She actually made a very good point.
FLATULENCE SAVES THE DAY ONCE AGAIN!
Also: Why yes, another happy occasion. Don't tell me you're full of buttercream frosting just yet! (I swear, I seem to be moving through gameplay faster this update just to make up for lost time).
Ivy momentarily steals the limelight because the camera was wrested from my firm keyboard's grip and onto her popping belly. I have good feelings about this future child!
Mirabelle: Grandpa, what kind of dark blood magic sacrifice do I need to perform to guarantee heirship?
Cesar: ????
Hohohoho, you kids and your silly Hogwarts wishes.
Elise is pretty much a clone of her sister, so I'm really banking on the unborn third baby for some bigger genetic variety.
Catalina: Why are you making me teach the kids how to walk? I have a bad back!
Because I almost always dump toddler skill training on unsuspecting grandparents. It makes for lovely memories!
Besides, the parents are busy being wholesome Disney characters!
James: 'Sup, Dad?
Cesar: Hello, son!
I love unprompted family visits. <3 Like the delicious whipped cream topping on a nice sundae.
And of course a hug for his thrice-pregnant sister because the thought of more little nieces (or nephews) just sends him into internal fits of glee.
And who wouldn't be with such a clone-but-still-cute face such as this?
Catalina: *GROAAAAN*
Never had to potty train her own kids so I thought: WHY NOT TRY SOMETHING NEW!? I don't think Catalina's too happy with me, to be honest. XD
Mirabelle: Hey, try tapping the bunny on the ground!
Elise: ?
Mirabelle: You know, to practice your percussion skills!
That's what the xylophone is for, Mirabelle. Sheesh. No need to inflict cruelty on plastic animal heads!
Watch as I take more artsy shots! This one is titled: "Child Cheering At Snowfall Through Window." Time to call the Met!
Ivy: A LITTLE HELP HERE PLEAAAAAASEEEEE
OH. OH CRAPOLA. OK. EVERYONE CALM DOWN. I KNOW WHAT TO DO.
*Saves and runs off to shake the pacifier like a shake-weight*
WOOHOO! Black hair still but brown eyes. I am pleased! Say hello to Tommy the second.
And his brother, Victor. *Jigs*
Elise:Yaay, babies!
Someone else who's excited! Anyway, I think I'll leave it for now. That's all, folks!