The Stitch Legacy 2.2
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Last Time:
Mal and Mona got hitched in a lovely garden wedding.
The first child of generation three, Nymeria Stitch, was born.
Taylor became Captain Hero and got a §50,000 bonus for saving SimCity, which I used to renovate the house.
Mona was preggers for the second time.
Oh, and the twins got shipped off to university forever. That's what they get for being spares.
Also, I'd just like to blatantly promote the fact that you can now download generations one and two of this family, available here: Linkage.
Now, I don't think it's any secret how much I love these two. They are sweet.
I really do think old age has softened Taylor up a bit. He rolled the want to teach Nym a nursery rhyme.
And then his want panel rolled to this.
He's a romancee sim, who has never once rolled a marriage-related want, and now he wants his kids to tie various knots.
You are legitimately breaking my heart, Tay.
Anyway, I invited the twins over from uni... not for any reasons! Just because, I swear!
And, yeah, Gigi got a bit funny looking when she became an adult.
Gratuitous Malspam. Because.
Really, Soukie? We still care about that?
Apparently we do. Sheesh, she was only in the house for thirty seconds, and she was nicked before she could even steal anything. -100/-100 is a bit harsh?
Oh you two.
Mona: Please stop. I'm sitting right here. Guys...?
I love the devilish grin on Taylor's face.
Best listen to the pregnant lady, guys.
And then things went sad.
Soukie: The hell is this? Taylor, why are there scantily-clad strange women dancing by our bed? Taylor?
Death: TAYLOR STITCH?
Taylor: Aww, dammit.
Death: YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK SO SAD, YOU KNOW. I DRESSED IN THIS RATHER FESTIVE LEI JUST FOR YOU. AND THERE IS A PARTY WAITING.
Taylor: Are these two lovely ladies coming with us?
Death: YES. AND THERE ARE LITTLE SAUSAGES ON STICKS.
Taylor: Hey, this might not be so bad...
There is not a gif on this internet that accurately portrays my feelings at this point. I has a sadness.
Dearest Taylor, spurner of showers, will we see your like again?
But then!
Mona: Holy moly, not again!
Say hello to Barristan Stitch, henceforth known as TEH BOLD!!!1!!1
Or, just Baz. Or Barry, I can't quite decide yet.
Baz seems to take after Mona in colouring, and he has her Mary-Sue golden eyes.
Just a zoom out to show which members of this family actually care about the birth. There's a distinct lack of Mal. And Gigi still hasn't gotten out of the habit of swooning for Mona.
And then! As if this day wasn't action packed enough!
I think Mal was at work at this point, which excuses him.
Yeeeeeeup, definitely her father's daughter.
Uh... Gigi doesn't live here any more, old man.
First thing Nym did was roll the want to get a kitten, and I obliged. A warm legacy welcome to Ser Pounce! He is both tiny and adorable.
When Mal finally gets home from work...
Kitten spam.
Nym: It's... so... fluffy...
Demon child. DEMON CHILD!
This might be only picture of Mal holding Baz there will ever be.
He's much less bitchy than Nym was in this thing. And I've already had enough of bratty babies/toddlers during this legacy.
Nym: Oh, hedge... Why do my grades suck so badly?
Hedge: *does not reply, busy being a hedge*
I replaced the Poker Table with the more family-family Llama table, in the hopes it will be less of a motive trap. Soukie doesn't seem impressed by this choice.
Nym gets some help with her homework from Mal.
She doesn't even live here. STOP CALLING.
Taylor! You came back!
Tay: I can't believe I'll never woohoo in this bed again. The afterlife really sucks.
Weeping ghosts aside, it's suddenly time for Barry's birthday. Hurrah.
Hey, cutie. But where's the funky grin? Looks like Imo's nose though.
And I pretty much fell out of my chair when I saw he had seven nice points. SEVEN! I'm tempted to get a paternity test, there's no way he's a legitimate Stitch.
Taylor: BOO! Hey sweetie.
Soukie: *almost wets herself*
Not cool, Tay. Really not cool.
Baz: What is kitten?
Ser Pounce: I have a baaaad feeling about this...
Baz: Will rub on face.
Ser Pounce: This is gonna get worse before it gets better, isn't it?
Baz: How to stairs? Does not function.
You don't want to follow your dad anyhow, kid. He's just retired to his bedroom to spork your mum.
Gratuitous skilling shot.
Mal: Learning is hard.
Mal: More potty training... so dull...
Mal: Imma think about woohoo instead.
I added an extension to the kitchen/dining room, since I only just realised they don't have a back door. My plan for the house now is to start landscaping the garden, but I kind of suck at that.
*sniffles*
asdfghjkl STOP STALKING GIGI.
Soukie, alone of all the household, rolled the want to teach Barry a toddler skill.
*creak*
Soukie: Getting too old for this.
Urgh... toddlers.
Mal still sucks at this whole parenting thing.
Mal: What? He's too busy throwing a bitch fit to eat this.
Nobody likes a backseat gamer, Souks.
WHY IS THIS?
What's this?
SOUKIE has evolved into DOTING GRANDPARENT.
Soukie: Can you say, 'Grandma'?
Baz: Why is grandma?
Bit existential there, kid.
Soukie: Can you say 'Only adult in this house that gives a crap about you'?
I'm thinking the Llama table is a success. It's not so attractive as the poker table, but they'll still make use of it autonomously. And, I've actually seen them stop playing of their own volition, instead of because they're about to due of motive failure. Hurrah.
Ser Pounce poofed. He's not the most interesting looking cat in the world, but I quite like him.
Like a Ser.
I was confused about Nym's obsession with cleaning everything, but then I remembered: Max Neatness.
Still not your bed, Soukie. In fact, the bed in which your grandchildren were conceived. Sweet dreams!
Just a shot of the kids.
On Saturday, I threw a party. Mal actually has friends who aren't Xylia. Also on the guestlist are his sisters and their respective partners. Of course, all of them blocked up the hallway to hit on each other and such.
It was only at this point that I remembered that this old guy is Leelou's dad. It doesn't explain why he's adamant that she still lives here, however.
Not your bed either.
Four grown adults playing a Llama game.
Mal: Wait... when did we get rid of the poker table?
And that guy with the orange face is still Alastair. His old skin was starting to bug me - everything must MATCH!! - so I made him a delicious copypasta skin. I MADE A THING, I HAVE PROUD.
Let's play 'spot the univited (but not unwelcome) party guest'.
D'awww... Gigi looks so happy to see her dad again.
Taylor, I know that's you. Stop haunting the bathtub. Your grandson reeks and he needs washing.
Scaring the grandchildren is not alright either.
Tay: But the afterlife is so boring.
How time flies. It's already time for Baz to become a child.
Still quite cute. I think there's more of Mona in him.
A family-related want?! Mal, are you ill?
Whenever I see sims doing this, I worry that the adult sim will let go and the child will just fly away. Is that even a thing? Did EAxis even make that possible?
...
I wish they had...
Barry wanted a birdcage, so this is Rhaegal. Chances are he'll be dead by the end of this update.
Soukie: Wow, this painting is REALLY good.
It's a painting OF you, BY you. Vain much?
And with the Poker Table of Death gone from the house, my sims are once again making use of other things, like the chess table.
Nym rolled the want to teach Ser Pounce to Come Here.
Nym: Come! Come here, kitty.
Ser Pounce: I don't think you quite understand how cats work.
Uhh... yeah, sure dump the contents of the toddler potty there. I'm sure Nym won't mind clearing it up.
Soukie! Noooooo!
Soukie: The hell is this crap?
Death: SOUKIE STITCH, I REGRET THAT YOUR TIME HERE IS OVER.
Soukie: The hell it is! Give me that!
Death: DON'T. OH, STOP THAT. WHY DO HUMANS ALWAYS MAKE THIS SO DIFFICULT?
Mal: *stolls past casually* I haven't felt up my wife in over two hours. Whelp, better get to it.
*at the bottom of the stairs...*
Mal: Wah.
Farewell, fair, freckled Soukie. You totally rocked those specs.
asdfghjklAREYOUFUCKINGKIDDINGME?
And so ends another week with the Stitches. With sadness. I hope you enjoyed.
Have a random shot of Gigi's new digs, this little apartment block (she lives downstairs). I'm quite pleased with it.
