The Flora Legacy: 6.1
[110 PICTURES, CREEPY STALKERS, GHOSTS!]
LAST TIME on the Flora Legacy: Hyacinth was pissed and assassinated Abhijeet. Then she and her twin Hydrangea grew up and Hydrangea moved out. Hyacinth began her hunt for a wife, at first with no luck, but eventually she stumbled upon a beauty named Emma at the Lucky Card Shack. Emma and Hyacinth had their first date under the watchful eye of a creepy stalker, and then they went home and ended up in bed.
(Also, you may have noticed I changed up the preview. I like that little flower brush I was using, but it was just so small!)
F'nor decides it'd be a good idea to play punch you punch me with his Assassin daughter.
...I'd be worried if I were him!
Datura comes home from another day in Politics and brings home a coworker. Can it be...
It's Creepy Stalker! Seriously, people, I can't make this up! He's not wearing his red shirt, but its him! Man, he takes stalking to the extreme.
Hyacinth had invited Emma over, rather conveniently.
Creepy Stalker: Man, I can't believe I convinced Datura to bring me home with her... oh, there they are! This rocks.
Creepy Stalker: Oh yes, kiss, just like that ladies.
F'nor: So, I'm all about keeping my family safe. And that means protecting them from strangers! So, who are you again?
Creepy Stalker: Huh, what? Oh sorry, I was too busy watching your daughter make out with that hot chick to hear the question. What was that again?
AWKWARD.
F'nor kicked him out after that, and poor Creepy Stalker slunk down the street.
Emma: Oh yeah, I'm kinda loaded and all!
Datura: Um, HELLO?!? Why isn't she moved in yet?
shoefleesims: Oh, yeah!
ENGAGEMENT SPAM
Hyacinth: Emma. You make my heart flutter. And you're a great kisser. Plus, I've never once thought about assassinating you. Marry me?
Emma: Oooh, shiny.
Emma: I mean, yes!
Emma: Oooh, soooo shiny.
Yay for Emmacinth! (Yep, they're like Brangelina. But hotter. Or like TomKat. But crazier.)
The best way to celebrate getting engaged? Playing pirates in the bathtub, of course!
Hyacinth: Blub blub.
Meanwhile, F'nor and Datura do inappropriate things on Hyacinth's couch.
At least they haven't lost their fire!
But you should all take one last loving look at the gorgeous young couple... because they're growing up.
Datura: Wait, what?
F'nor: But I don't wanna get old!
Synchronized elderly back spasms!
... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH that's perfect, Datura.
And here is Elder Datura after her makeover. The new and improved packaging for our "Datura" line is more elegant and refined, to appear to a mature audience.
And F'nor gets glasses and grows a beard in his old age.
shoefleesims: *nature announcer whisper* See how the wild F'nor beast tries to deny his old age by growing his facial hair and pretending to be debonair.
Hyacinth: Hey, Mom, you're looking great for a crusty old lady.
Datura: Yes, I AM, thank you very much.
Woot!
Double Woot! Also, I find it highly amusing that the Political career track and the Criminal career track use the same uniforms.
Anyway, the next morning is wedding time. Emmacinth is a very off-beat sort of couple, so they don't need white wedding gowns.
All the Flora's close family is there.
Hyacinth: I, Hyacinth, promise to love and cherish you and never assassinate you, as long as we both shall live.
There is Snapdragon (Datura's brother, stuck as an adult thanks to life as a spare) looking handsome. Mandrake cheers away, while Hydrangea eyes him rather... scarily. Take note of that, by the way.
And in the front are Snap's kids Bean (girl) and Stalk (boy). And behind them of course are Datura and F'nor.
What? Why is Mandrake crying?
Oh, I see.
Hydrangea: I saw you looking at me funny during the ceremony! You sucks!
This can't be good.
F'nor: OMG GREEN SKINNED GIRL! HELP!
Mandrake: I'm- I'm- I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU MISSY!!!
Hydrangea: Oh yeah? *launches*
Mandrake: O.O *pees pants*
Hydrangea: Ugh, where the hell are you, you little rat! I can't see you in all this smoke!
Emma: What did I marry into?!?
LOL, girly bitch-slaps.
Well, it's good to know that the party is still going well.
And... she attacked him again two seconds later.
Mandrake: HALP! *pees pants*
~*~ARTSY OVERHEAD SHOT~*~
Yeah yeah, we know, you're so awesome Hydrangea.
Hyacinth: Screw all this fighting, I want cake! Hmmm... I wonder how many ways you could kill someone with cake. I bet I could think of a few. Choking them for one, and-
Emma: Uh, honey? The cake?
Hyacinth: Oh, sorry!
Hyacinth: Here, have some CAKE!
Emma: MMPH UMPH!
And of course, no wedding is complete without a smustle party.
The Floras... aren't so good at Smustling together.
Never mind all the fights, that party was great!
Hyacinth: I wonder how many ways I could kill someone with a limo... Well, 15 ways with just the tire of course, and then there's the whole limo itself, which had numerous possibilities...
Emma: Uh, honey? It's time for our hour-long honeymoon ride around the block.
Hyacinth: Oh, right.
They continue the fun back in the bedroom where Emma tries to distract Hyacinth from thoughts of how many ways she could kill someone with a bed post.
Much woohooing was had, I promise you.
Emma: Oohhhhhhh Hyaaaacccciiiiiinth.... How I love you, how I love you Hyaciiiiinth. Even when you dream of ways to assassinaaaaaate.
I gave Emma her official Spousal makeover. I liked the braid, but it made her face look funny. She looked good in a lot of hairs, but I think she can TOTALLY pull this short look off. It's gorgeous on her. And here are her stats of course.
He may be an old fox, but he still rocks.
The next morning...
Emma: Oh, hey, congrats on being hot!
Hyacinth: Thanks!
Five seconds later...
Emma: HI!!!
Hyacinth: HI!!!
Emmacinth: SNOG SNOG SNOG NOM NOM SNOG.
AH HAH! WOO!
Just an hour or so later...
Emma: Blech blech blaaaach.
Hyacinth: Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one. Hmm, I wonder how many ways I could assassinate someone with vomiting...
Hello gorgeous.
F'nor: Stop eating your sandwich and kiss me, woman!
Awww, he waited patiently until she was finished and then hugged her. This is really sweet and kind of sad considering the events coming up next.
Emmacinth can't keep their hands off each other. Apparently, morning sickness has no effect on the desire to snog.
Oh and they take their heir portrait.
It joins Datura's on the wall. Um, the other ones seem to be missing, which is really sad. One day they worked, and the next they were flashing blue. :(
They also take use of the photo booth for other activities.
Hyacinth: Wooo, sex! Hey, I wonder what ways I could assassinate someone with a photobooth!
That night... Emma pops! :D
Emma: *BOINK* What the heck?
And about 2 hours later...
Hyacinth: *BOINK* Ahh! Get it out, get it out!
The ghosts are out in force tonight. That's Andrea (Greenbean's wife) all in the back. Then Bluebell, and Abhijeet.
The awesome old fox F'nor comes home with a promotion.
And is immediately assaulted by Andrea!
Andrea: BOOO YOU CRUSTY OLD MAN!!!
He tries to make a run for it towards the back (I dunno why, but my sims always try for the back door even when they're right by the front). But he is stopped by Abhijeet!
Abhijeet: THAT'LL TEACH YOU FOR RAISING A MURDERER AS A DAUGHTER!!
And literally seconds later, while he's still recovering from Abhijeet's assault...
Andrea: Nyah nyah nyah BOOOOOO!
Awww... so sad!
Bluebell: Hah, he peed himself.
F'nor barely even gets to move.
Bluebell: I JUST LIKE SAYING BOOO!
By this point, his motives are all in the red, and he tries bravely to make a run from the front door, when...
BLUEBELL: WOOOOOOO BOOGAH BOOGAH YOU STINKY CODGER! HAH!
F'nor: What? My pulse! No I ca-
shoefleesims: NOOOO! *clicks rapidly*
Datura: Please! Please don't take my husband!
Grim Reaper: Are you sure? He smells rather ripe.
Datura: But I love him!
Grim Reaper: Oh, well all right. Let's play a game.
Datura: YES! I WIN! TAKE THAT GRIMMY!
Grim Reaper: Oh, I'll remember that, Missy.
Datura: F'NOR!!! *tackle hugs*
F'nor: YOU SAVED ME!
Andrea: Oh what the HELL!
Bluebell: Damn my great-granddaughter.
Datura: You good now? I'm going to go take a bath now that I smell like your sweaty clothes.
Datura wandered off, and then minutes later I realized that F'nor's motives were still in the red from the six scares her hand, and...
He STARVED to death!
Grimmy: Well, I expected to get my revenge, but that was quick!
Datura was unfortunately occupied with her bath, and Hyacinth was asleep, so I sent Emma running out.
Unfortunately, Emma has no relationship with F'nor, and she lost. Just as the sun came up.
Emma: NOOOOO! Why, cruel world, WHYYYYY?!?
Rest in peace, F'nor. You were one sexy man, and had superhero sperm.
Hyacinth: WHYYYY?!?
Datura: This is all your FAULT, woman!
Emma tries to comfort Hyacinth with hugs.
I think the baby helps, too. So sweet.
Emma BOINKS all over the place. (LOL that sounded dirty).
Don't worry, her belly isn't that big. I just wanted to capture the pink dust.
Hyacinth popped too, but I missed it.
This came in the mailbox! I've never gotten one of them before, but its like a coupon for a free meal. So weird!
Datura sleeps on the couch now. It makes me sad to think that maybe its because she can't bear to sleep in the bed without F'nor.
Hyacinth: We're as big as beach balls!
Hyacinth: Speaking of balls, I was looking at toys online for the kids the other day, and I saw a spinning top. Did you know that I know 15 ways to kill someone with one of those?
I suck at these, but I picked "Run" anyways.
Damn them! How can they accuse my Datura of racism? She's part ALIEN!!!
Well, shows them. She had full Charisma points, so even with the three she lost, she still had enough to get promoted! HAH!
And following hundreds of legacy heirs and spouses, Emma goes into labor in the bathroom. (I personally think it happens a lot because pregnant woman always have to pee.)
It's my genetic lottery winner! This is Peony Flora, with Hyacinth's skintone, Emma's eyes and Datura's red hair! YAY!
Hyacinth goes into labor just a short while later.
And meet Freesia Flora! She looks just like her mom Hyacinth.
Welcome to the world GENERATION SIX!!! *blows horns and throws confetti*
And that's it! Oh, and the Family Tree will be uploaded within minutes of me posting.