Farfalle Legacy: gen1.2
The second part of the legacy. More kids, more Byron slowly losing it and fire! Featuring a founder by freudroid, spouse by quellasims and an appearance by one of engram_au's sims.
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Generation 1: 1.1
Dancing happened. McAllister is all about the dancing.
And computer games. He really takes after his dad in personality. I'm not certain if this is a good thing.
Awww. Love how her green skin stands out against his raincoat.
King Henry spam! He's adorable too, but I have the sneaking suspicion that he looks just like McAllister, except then, y'know, booger-ific colour.
McAllister: *stares forever* My ballet bar. MINE.
What the... you're too old to sleep in mommy's bed.
Oh dear. Looks like that spoiled ceasar salad wasn't such a good idea or, well, other stuff.
Nanny's approach to feeding: give one bottle, go back to the fridge to get another, give that, go back and repeat ad infinitum.
These two sims made levels of cute that I just can't describe and I can't even take credit. It's all freudroid and quellasims's fault.
1. Have sex.
2. Get pregnant.
3. ????
4. PROFIT!!!
Fifi: Ah-buh wuh? AGAIN?!
Even though McAllister has outgrown the toddler phase, he hasn't left the toilet terror phase behind. One visit from him and the toilet cramps up.
Just because he's a spare doesn't mean he doesn't get to learn the toddler skills.
McAllister: Dad, dad, look! A+!
Byron: Would you get that out of my face? I can't see the snow that fell three hours ago!
This is just a silly attempt of mine to decorate something with OMSPs and clutter and cheats. First try. Well, it could look worse.
McAllister, we talked about this.
She looks so happy, having breakfast with her eldest son.
Awww, BoogerBB, you break my heart.
Since McAllister and Byron took up the double bed downstairs, Fifi was forced to sleep in her son's bed.
McAllister: Why is she in my bed?!
... Because you were in hers?
Woah. And actual birth in the nursery room.
... Oh dear.
Well, that's very different from McAllister.
Byron: Did I miss something? *yawn*
Fifi: Just my vagina squeezing out another one of your bowlingballs with appendages. NOW GET UP AND HELP.
And the second baby. So we now have two spawns with Byron's eyes and two with Fifi's.
The ghastly white one at the front is a boy, named More, and the one at the back is a girl called Queenie. There, slyndsey, a girl. Just like you asked.
The sudden addition of twins has left McAllister a little... errr... insecure about his future and survival odds and so he clings to Teddison for security.
McAllister: Hey. My car is anatomically correct.
Solaris showed up again and took it upon herself to have a little talk with McAllister about the importance of grades.
Solaris: Now keep 'm up, I won't have a slacker for a husband.
Solaris: Hug tiemz noa?
Byron: OH MY GOD NO.
Solaris: Soul-sucking attempt failed. Woe.
McAllister settled smoothly into the tradition of ISBI kids keeping their hunger motives up with burned muffins from their easy bake oven thing.
Solaris: Maybe if I keep really, really still.
Solaris: They've got four, surely they can miss one.
After getting Queenie out of Solaris's hands with some crafty friendly hugs, Fifi and Byron decided to reignite their ~epic romance~ with a dance. In the nursery.
I find it saddening that the boxes in the back of the bus have a better texture than the dummies.
Byron: One day I'll become a beautiful butterfly and fly away.
Birthday #1 of the evening.
King Henry still looks like his brother.
More is birthday #2 of the evening.
Those little eyes on toddlers creep me out.
Aaand birthday #3 of the evening. Queenie's!
Awww, she looks just like her mom! She got the nose. Too bad that she's the youngest. Three sims would have to die before she's heir.
I just noticed that King Henry's skin is almost the exact shade of green as the kitchen furniture.
One day, King Henry will make his own spaceship and get the hell away from the simworld.
Queenie: Stinky! Stinkyface!
Those eyes just don't grow on me, I'm afraid. Queenie and, I think, McAllister have them too, but the alien eye colour makes it look a little better.
Queenie has a not-so-quiet obsession with nature.
And the toilet. Wonderful.
Ugh. BRAT.
Byron definitely has a favourite out of the twins. He can almost always be found tossing More in the air.
Oh god, the stupid is genetic. Jumping in puddles during a thunderstorm =/= smarts.
Do you notice a difference between the two? Wailing and placidly rocking with a wide grin.
... I'm not even going to comment anymore.
The family still refuses to man up and give me something amusing like kids trying to attack each other, so we have to content ourselves with the cute.
Either that or Queenie is taking advantage of being the youngest and the only girl in the family.
McAllister: You broke the computer! Prepare to meet your doom!
King Henry: You'll never catch me alive!
King Henry: Daaaaaad, you're embarrassing me.
Byron is attempting to escape through the drain.
OH MY GOD THE PETBED ATE THE TODDLER.
Petbed: *omnomnomn*
What is that ballet bar thing coated in? Sim-honey?!
Queenie? Honey? That... oh never mind. It's just old and spent all its time on the floor.
When Fifi's working in the garden, she can pretend her family is normal and controlled and, well, less like she's Scar surrounded by the merry band of hyenas.
Boop-boop-dee-doo!
Oh yeah! McAlister is the man! Or the teen. Or whatever.
The family that skills together... spills together?
WHAT THE... FIFI! SAVE THE TURKEY!
Fifi: I did not agree to this!
Fifi: AAAAAH WHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOOOOOO?!
This picture is purely because they blue firefighter's name struck me as all kinds of awesome.
Well, it doesn't look burned.
McAlister: There there, at least you'll get to escape ISBI-ness. Eventually.
Queenie: Don't want alien milk.
At this point, I've also deleted the age mod I had because, seriously, it was driving me insane.
She does want the butterflies. Unfortunately for Queenie, the butterflies are all kinds of "do not want".
Birthday tiiiiiiime. Finally.
One last moment of His Creepiness, aka: toddler!More.
And, well, that's not too bad, is it?
Aaaand a playground obsession. I am not kidding.
And More gets dragged back into the house for his twin's growing up.
One last shot of a very startled looking Queenie.
Queenie: FINGERS! YES! Best birthday present ever!
... You already had those.
Byrons figured it would be a perfect idea to start playing the drums in the middle of the night. Right.
I discovered that Fifi's foray in the gaming world had left her with the career award, so why not put it to good use?
Byron: *pretends not to notice the glow*
King Henry fails at a lot of things. Like landing from the slide.
The two brothers have both become quite obsessed with the playground.
Seeing family dinners just make me so happy.
"Do the D.A.N.C.E
Stick to the B.E.A.T
Just easy as A.B.C"
D'awwwww.
King Henry takes out the competition. With pillows.
Doop-dee-doop. King Henry feels that familiar wriggly thing in his belly.
And there is teen!King Henry.Awww, he tries so hard to look hardcore but I just wanna cuddle him.
And the best way to show his awesomocity is, apparentlyto get his ass handed to him in a game with his little sister.
More: So when the ladybugs drive the car...
McAllister got himself a makeover as well. So ~adorable~
Oh! Oh! And a founder self-portrait!
King Henry seems dead set on playing with and getting his ass kicked by everyone. And, with that, this update ends. See you next time!