Farfalle Legacy: gen2.3
Thar be ~dramaz~ in sight. Lots of it. And chilluns. And sims by freudroid, quellasims, slyndsey, nyms_syms, lavaya, luasims.
Popping bluebells! It's a pop-picture to get us started.
McAllister: Hmm... bouncy =D.
Death: Brief Mortal, your time has-
Byron: No it hasn't!
Death: For that, you get the naughty-corner. Now.
Byron: *sob*
We'll miss you, Byron dear.
Byron had extremely bad timing with death. Really. Why?
Because this here is the last picture of toddler!Rumpleteazer. She was platinum before Byron died.
And now? Not so much. First sim to grow up badly in the legacy.
Fifi: *cries many, many tears*
She has weird ways of coping with her new widow-status. Namely making out with Douglas (lavaya).
Anyway, back to Rumpleteazer. Such a little cutie. She got her mom's ears. Yes!
Fifi: And Byron's eyes *wibbles*.
Quick make-over. She's just so cute!
A weird little bump on her nose, but I can live with that.
Penelope: ARGH! BATHROOM NOW!
And thus, we welcome another member of the Farfalle Legacy. Meet Grizabella. Red hair with daddy's eyes.
Rumpleteazer has become clingy when it comes to her surviving grandparent.
Not that Fifi minds. Mind the fence! And the graveyard. Jeeze.
Rumpleteazer habitually follows the adults in the house around, just to make sure they won't drop dead on her. And stares at them.
I have never been this ridiculously fond of a simchild. I have never had such a cute third generation kid.
Time for Spawn The Second to grow up and enter toddler-hood.
I can't say that I'm a big fan of this skin, but she's cute looking. Besides, I had the same issue with More and he grew into an adorkable manwhore (I'm not joking, he sleeps with every woman not related to him and he's not even a romance sim).
Feeeeesh: OH GOD NO NOT ANOTHER ONE.
I think that she's going for sadface. Either that or constipation.
Awww, Fifi is so full of caring for her family.
Not the best angle of a puking picture, but it will work.
Penelope:We need to talk.
McAllister: Yes dear.
Penelope: We're getting your tubes tied.
Mcallister: Yes dea- Wait, what now?!
She looks a lot like her older sister, I think, but her lips are different.
McAllister makes a tiiiiny mistake by welcoming his brother-in-law Ezra (nyms_syms), Queenie's husband, right before he has to go to work.
That isn't too bad, bonding with his little niece.
WAIT WAIT BAD! Back off! Penelope, don't hit on him! Bad Romance sims. Especially when your brother-in-law is standing RIGHT THERE.
Remain oblivious, my dear.
I want to see a raise of hands of those who think this will go well.
Yep. PENELOPE! You're married! Pregnant! I don't care about the romance aspiration and the hormones, you don't cheat on your husband with his brother-in-law. Honestly!
Rumpleteazer: *does not see a thing*
*sigh*
I really don't think you have a right to gossip about your mother-in-law.
Meanwhile, More dropped by to heart-fart over his nanny.
Rumpleteazer is such a little show-off.
Rumpleteazer: Unca Ezra? Why are you in you swim clothes?
Ezra:I was playing in hot tub. By myself. Yup. Totally.
Penelope: I hope this is my husband's.
It is, thank goodness for that. She was already up the duff before she put her adulterous moves on Ezra. Fornicators!
NOT COOL, BRO, NOT COOL. She managed to starve herself while I wasn't looking.
Luckily, McAllister was home to save the day. She's pregnant. I want more McAllister/Penelope spawn.
McAllister gets down on his knees and begs and begs while Rumpleteazer sobs desperately for her mommy.
And then decides to dance with her grandmother while McAllister stares down the eternal question: left hand or right hand?
McAllister: Boo-yeah! Who's the man?! Who's the man?! I am!
Death: *Sigh* Mortals.
Uhm... Uhm... McAllister? She's still technically dead and necrophelia? Not cool in my book.
Penelope returns from the dead, all affectionate-like.
Feeeesh: OH CRAP THIS ONE'S BIGGER.
Perhaps her death-experience made her realize that life is too short to spend cheating on the husband you love.
Penelope: Where's mommy?
Grizabela: Dere! Mommy dere!
Rumpleteazer is, as usual, made of win.
Awwwwww.
It's time for Grizabella to join the ranks of childhood.
Grizabella: Shinyyyyy.
One last shot.
And here we have her! She looks almost exactly like her older sister, except for the eyes and the lips and the skintone. Okay, so not almost exactly like her, but close.
Highly pregnant sim, dawdling in the bathroom. Will this be bathroom delivery?
Nope! We have a kitchen birth instead. Now there's a price-winning hygienic event.
McAllister: How are we ever going to get this clean?!
We have one baby boy with daddy's hair and eyes.
One baby girl with mommy's hair and daddy's eyes.
Apparently the birth needed her to wake Fifi up. Who just went to bed after exhausting herself on the hom exercise bike.
Because there was a third baby! A little baby boy with grandpa Byron's eyes and his mother's hair. The oldest boy is called Rum, this boy Tum and the girl is called Tugger.
It's all gotten a little bit too much for Penelope. What with the triplets and the children and the dying and the cheating.
I'd say 'let her suffer in dignity', but I'm just too damned amused.
Far too amused by her breakdown.
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's chicken!Penelope!
Rumpleteazer: I don't know this woman.
Grizabella is growing on me.
McAllister: Don't worry Tugger, mommy will get better.
Fifi: havetopeehavetopeehavetopee!
Yeah. And the toilet is literally one step away.
... PENELOPE! Ulyses (luasims) is your coworker and- oh forget it. Freaking romance sims.
Classy. Having a fling right above your mother-in-law's head.
What are all those cakes? Could it possibly be...
Why yes, it is a triple birthday.
And so we have a little tot!Rum.
Apparently the game has an inbuilt revenge function for cheaters. First time, she dies, second time, she wets herself during the triplets' birthday.
Buuuuut anyway. I present little Tum.
And tiny Tugger.
Penelope: and now there are three to-oh-oddlers and they have to learn everything and I pissed myself and *sobs*
Great. Just what we needed. The Terrible Two at home as well. FANTASTIC. I swear, my game is conspiring against me.
Rumpleteazer: One day we'll rule the Legacy, my bear-ish friend.
Toddler spam. Spot the odd one out. I DARE YA.
Stop that! Your grandmother wants to sleep in that bed, young lady.
The oldest in the household with the youngest. Such a sweet, calming image.
Why the hell did I install the trip and quad hack again.
The girls, meanwhile, entertain themselves by running around the house and shooting imaginary guns at each other. So violent.
Rum has begun to labour under the delusion that the logic toy is his daddy. He certainly sees it a lot more than McAllister.
Fifi would be a great grandmother, if she actually did more with the kids than picking them up for cuddles and then holding them while they're probably hungry and tired. We'll blame it on her age.
Grizabella has decided to build her own personal army of snowmen to guard the greenhouse.
So she can stand inside and marvel at the snowflakes falling on the glass roof.
She does show more interest in her younger siblings than Rumpleteazer ever has.
Rumpleteazer: *just discovered the basketball court that has been there SINCE SPRING*
Penelope: Please get me out of here. Now. Pleeeeaaaaase?
And we close with this stunning example of parenting.