Baldrssons 3.3
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Last time, there were smustle parties and adorable things and makeup sex. Also, the game responded to Agu's (prettypalisades) delusions of paternity of the most recent addition to the family, Freyr.
...uh oh. Well, as long as it works...
It would be much cuter if Nemo (dorkasaur) didn't have his head up something better left unmentioned.
(Sigrdrífa is Bekah by simpurity)
I want a car with a La Cucaracha horn. *has sad*
Agu: I am a paragon of educational excellence! Please ignore my daughter's unfinished homework and inferred laziness.
And lo and behold, Freyr looks even more like Bjorn (quinctia) than his full brother Vale does.
I don't think the table is your main problem, son-of-perpetually-pregnant-lady. Also, notice the lack of elephant butt? This week's challenge is, once again:
A Case of Laryngitis: the torch holder cannot leave the house for a week and cannot communicate with anyone in the house or outside the house other than through non-verbal means.
Nemo: oh god oh god oh god she's not pregnant again is she oh god I knew I should have gotten the snip crap crap craaap
No, you two just spent the whole day senilely dancing yourselves into starvation and exhaustion.
It's a boy, named Vidar!
Agu: Hey, kiddo! Did you know I'm the only non-twin in my whole family?
Gunnlöð: You could have informed me when we were in college, you hyper-fertile son of an emotionally abusive Tasmanian Devil.
And it's a girl, named Var!
And another girl named Vör!
Whatshisface: But... but... I thought I was the star of this cap. :,(
Well, now you are. Happy? No? Good.
Death: Good evening, ladies! Gentlemen! Nice to see you again. I've almost finished a wonderful game of “Will It Blend,” and I'll need a volunteer from the audience.
Gunn: Um, 'scuse me? I need to put down this baby. No time for this stupid otherworldly stuff.
Death: You look like an adventurous soul! Would you care to see what Death has cooked up for you?
Sig: Well, not really...
Death: Oh, come now. The only things we have to blend in the Great Beyond are fruits, sugars, herbs, tea and hard liquor. It can't be bad.
Sig: Well, hot damn! Gimme that!
Death: As you wish. Right this way. I'll see the rest of you again very soon!
Nemo: *gulp*
lol@Ymir. Mommy didn't love you as much as your sisters.
Most Sims would be lucky to get a fence around a burial plot; Sig gets a fucking shrine (with minimal fucking, one hopes). Also, Grilled Cheese platinum gravestone woop woop.
Because it turned out that I had locked the door to his blanket room.
Gunn: Ugh. That was a Six Flags of failure. Would not recommend.
Gefjun is a Romance Sim, just like Mom, and a mad finger gunner. Once for every person in every room. It's goddamn awesome.
Fulla is a Fortune Sim who hated herself through childhood and, evidently, still does.
Tonight, Fulla Baldrsson will be attempting a Flailing Bounce coupled with a Mindrape-Bumrape Realization Combo dismount, finishing with a Let's Never Speak of This flair. A fairly typical act, but perhaps she can bring home the gold if she gets it just right.
A very expressive start! Those fully extended arms will earn her a point or two.
The moment of truth - the wider she can get her eyes, the higher her score will be.
Oh, wow! Look at that suffering! I think we have our winner already!
And she nails the finish with a nice extra turn for more emotional scarring! We'll return with her score and an act from the ever-alien-ready heir to the Curious dynasty of master abductees after these messages.
More children? How absurd! Will Gunn finally lose her homebound mind? Will the battle to become heir drive a wedge between the twins? Will Fulla have to live with... unexpected consequences? Find out next time with the Baldrssons!
Last time, there were smustle parties and adorable things and makeup sex. Also, the game responded to Agu's (prettypalisades) delusions of paternity of the most recent addition to the family, Freyr.
...uh oh. Well, as long as it works...
It would be much cuter if Nemo (dorkasaur) didn't have his head up something better left unmentioned.
(Sigrdrífa is Bekah by simpurity)
I want a car with a La Cucaracha horn. *has sad*
Agu: I am a paragon of educational excellence! Please ignore my daughter's unfinished homework and inferred laziness.
And lo and behold, Freyr looks even more like Bjorn (quinctia) than his full brother Vale does.
I don't think the table is your main problem, son-of-perpetually-pregnant-lady. Also, notice the lack of elephant butt? This week's challenge is, once again:
A Case of Laryngitis: the torch holder cannot leave the house for a week and cannot communicate with anyone in the house or outside the house other than through non-verbal means.
Nemo: oh god oh god oh god she's not pregnant again is she oh god I knew I should have gotten the snip crap crap craaap
No, you two just spent the whole day senilely dancing yourselves into starvation and exhaustion.
It's a boy, named Vidar!
Agu: Hey, kiddo! Did you know I'm the only non-twin in my whole family?
Gunnlöð: You could have informed me when we were in college, you hyper-fertile son of an emotionally abusive Tasmanian Devil.
And it's a girl, named Var!
And another girl named Vör!
Whatshisface: But... but... I thought I was the star of this cap. :,(
Well, now you are. Happy? No? Good.
Death: Good evening, ladies! Gentlemen! Nice to see you again. I've almost finished a wonderful game of “Will It Blend,” and I'll need a volunteer from the audience.
Gunn: Um, 'scuse me? I need to put down this baby. No time for this stupid otherworldly stuff.
Death: You look like an adventurous soul! Would you care to see what Death has cooked up for you?
Sig: Well, not really...
Death: Oh, come now. The only things we have to blend in the Great Beyond are fruits, sugars, herbs, tea and hard liquor. It can't be bad.
Sig: Well, hot damn! Gimme that!
Death: As you wish. Right this way. I'll see the rest of you again very soon!
Nemo: *gulp*
lol@Ymir. Mommy didn't love you as much as your sisters.
Most Sims would be lucky to get a fence around a burial plot; Sig gets a fucking shrine (with minimal fucking, one hopes). Also, Grilled Cheese platinum gravestone woop woop.
Because it turned out that I had locked the door to his blanket room.
Gunn: Ugh. That was a Six Flags of failure. Would not recommend.
Gefjun is a Romance Sim, just like Mom, and a mad finger gunner. Once for every person in every room. It's goddamn awesome.
Fulla is a Fortune Sim who hated herself through childhood and, evidently, still does.
Tonight, Fulla Baldrsson will be attempting a Flailing Bounce coupled with a Mindrape-Bumrape Realization Combo dismount, finishing with a Let's Never Speak of This flair. A fairly typical act, but perhaps she can bring home the gold if she gets it just right.
A very expressive start! Those fully extended arms will earn her a point or two.
The moment of truth - the wider she can get her eyes, the higher her score will be.
Oh, wow! Look at that suffering! I think we have our winner already!
And she nails the finish with a nice extra turn for more emotional scarring! We'll return with her score and an act from the ever-alien-ready heir to the Curious dynasty of master abductees after these messages.
More children? How absurd! Will Gunn finally lose her homebound mind? Will the battle to become heir drive a wedge between the twins? Will Fulla have to live with... unexpected consequences? Find out next time with the Baldrssons!