Welcome back, fellow simmers, to 66 Oak Grove Dragon Valley…
As the army of melting igloos can attest to, spring has finally come to our garden…we’re hoping the main hobbity-hole ladder corrects it’s moody behaviour now that the snow has gone.
As promised, here is an aerial view of the hobbity-hole burrow for those who enjoy that sort of thing.
Also, last chapter:
– Miss Rowen = PlantSim for the lulz
– Underoos, gnomes, colourful service sims, ghosts
– Miss Blossom, Mistress Ditto and Bulb shipped off to Peace & Lurve
– I am an idiot at editing sims
– Excessive critiquing
– SimBot-PlantSim hybrid baby
Let’s have a quick boo at the current state of the family…
While Jr. is very green and gardeny-themed, he is also incredibly useless, being both male and not of the legacy bloodline.
I’m not certain what I plan to do with him in the future now that I have him…he’s a bit like a knick knack, actually.
Shamefully neglected since creation, Mistress Ditto built an army of igloos and played with her imaginary friend all last chapter.
They are a creepily well matched pair.
Both Mistress Ditto and Bulb have been shipped off to get them some Peace & Love.
Miss Blossom was sent away to satisfy one of her mother’s whims, but it’s just as well since we’re quite certain she’s The Spare.
Here’s her bedroom in lieu of a recent photo.
She’s been very active and amusing thusfar, and has shown an interest in a blue-skinned-pointy-eared school friend.
Miss Petal doesn’t approve of either my choice in statues, or our free-range gnome collection.
Weeds enjoys doing as many things as possible in his underoos, including work at the military base where he is still a Squadron Leader (lvl 8).
Weeds would dearly love to go to a bar…any bar really, but we make him skill and mind babies instead.
She’s done having babies, so we’ll just keep her that way; love the eerie yellow eyes.
Miss Rowen, given that she was born a vampire, has the super-speedy-skilling glitch…this means she maxes out all skills we set her to in only a few sim-hours, which also means her LTW was beaten to a pulp early on and there is precious little left for her to do other than wander aimlessly around the garden.
I keep telling myself I’ll do something interesting with him, like skill challenges, but in the end he always ends up in the same place; washing kittehs.
Spirulina and son, Spooky, like to catch critters and fleas and hang out with Cordell.
They are both getting on in years and we’re nervous that another Grim Reaper visit is right around the corner.
One day, when they get annoying, we’ll build them a proper graveyard of their own.
Miss Rowen, as you can see, is clearly thrilled off her rocket to have an unprotesting captive audience.
Weeds: “Workeroos are for Squadron Leaders; I’m a Top Gun.”
Congratulations Mr. Tofu-Sprout!
Still a no on the lounge.
Weeds: “What says “Top Gun Tough Guy” to you, Fintan?”
Fintan Mithrilen: “You’re seriously asking the guy who wears scale mail for fashion advice?”
I don’t disagree.
Weeds: “New underoos and a haircut; yep, feelin’ mighty fulfilled.”
We tried the elf hairdo on him, but he looked way too much like a green-tressed Legolas cosplayer…it’s the cheekbones.
Weeds: “Welcome to the gun show.”
We even let him mooch 2 simoleons off Fintan…are we not magnanimous?
Even cat loving sims like poor Weeds don’t stand a chance with a kitteh stalker of this magnitude.
Because normal sims have to do things like work, and skill…and, you know, sleep.
Look what you’re doing with your life.
Rowen: “Who wants to hear Aunty Ro play piano? Jr. does, that’s who!”
She’s been at it alllll day.
I love this about her.
Weeds: “I want to play with the baby, it’s my turn!”
Yes, we still have our Holiday Tree up. Deal with it.
Idk what I’m going to do when Miss Rowen maxes out on all the skill items on the lot.
Fun random story; Miss Rowen was rolling up wants to invent stuff, so we set her loose on the workbench; she caught on fire, then got electrocuted, then rolled up the wish to sell the workbench…we indulged her on that wish, and she hasn’t rolled up a single inventing desire since.
I love sims.
3 generations in one pic!
Weeds: “I just dropped some shiz.”
Does anyone else think that broken glass on grass sounds extra dangerous? I mean, how would you see the bitty pieces of foot slicing death?
I don’t remember the last time I saw her dressed.
It’s at this point that I figure we need to fun things up a bit around here…
Yes indeedy, Jr. gets the (dubious) honour of being the recipient of the Rare & Elusive Sprout Birthday Shindig™.
It kicks off in the usual manner…
Nothing the moodlet manager couldn’t sort out, but still; RUDE.
They were both so taken by the festive spirit of the shindig, and their romantic moonlit-first-kiss, that they decided to go steady.
Don’t you freakin’ dare.
Try and try and try again; he couldn’t move from that spot while carrying Jr., and no one else could take Jr. to the cake.
Eventually all the guests went home. Weeds autonomously went to bed sometime during the mess. Miss Rowen and Miss Petal did their best to stick it out; bless their little green hearts.
This is why SimBots cannot have nice things.
Jr: *is damn cute*
Where does the DNA come from though? *boggle*
Ghost of Julie Cheese: *smirk*
Enya: “My hero!”
Cordell: “Nice dress; it would look good on my bedroom floor.”
Still a better love story than Twilight?
It’s comforting to see that Ms. Demeter is still getting picked on in the afterlife; for continuity of course.
We had a haunt-a-thon the night of Jr’s birthday disaster; I resisted the temptation to take dozens of ghost pics for you…you’re welcome.
Congo-rats, Miss Rowen, you are now truly the Sproutiest of all Sprouts.
Maid: “Hi! I’m Lashanda Berrios, your new maid!”
But, but…you’re HUMAN coloured! Where is my blue guy? Or that pink woman before him?
Maid: *gasp* “Are you a COLOURIST?!”
No! I swear! I have lots of human coloured friends!
Maid: *is judging you*
I love the architecture in this town.
Especially when they follow cute little toddlers.
Petal: *likes to better herself*
I’m really excited about Generation 6, Petal is both sassy and competent.
Anyways, enough of that, we have some TERRIBLE news to report…
I knew it was going to happen this chapter 😦
Jr.: *wishes the nice man would put him to bed already*
I missed the actually kitty-poofing-into-the-ether bit, oopsie.
We laid Spirulina down next to Dinosaur in the grave-nook; R.I.P. little buddy.
Actually, that’s a bit more than bummed.
Weeds: “Why do kitties have to die?” *sniffle*
We’ve decided she’s going to take up sculpting as her thing, isn’t that exciting? Damn rights it is.
They were up for a romantic photo in their underoos though.
They got their flirt and kissy-face on without complaint.
Weeds: “Whoa, check this ginger out!”
Emma the Homewrecker: “Oh my plumbob! What a hunk!”
I missed the hart fart; it was a big one.
So I figure, hey, I just need to get these two macking on one another again and all will be well; like how I got them together in the first place!
So we send Weeds over to Miss Sprout for an amorous hug…
I’m shocked at you Miss Rowen Sprout! Are you…a sharer? O.o
Well, doesn’t that just figure; we manage to do away with all that incest and now our Matriarch is getting all kinky.
Emma the Homewrecker: *this dude totally works out*
What the good-gosh-darn am I going to do with you creeps now?
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR ROMANTIC COUPLE’S DAY.
Rowen: “I told you to kiss another sim, bonehead, not Emma the Homewrecker.”
It didn’t really help…
And what do I see when I pan back over to the house? Cordell, what the rabbit are you doing?
Cordell: *plays with baby like a sweetheart*
He must still be having feels from his trauma.
Weeds: *is a player*
Petal: “My parents hate each other.”
Yes, yes, I know, I’m sorry, I’m a terrible simmer who likes to click silly buttons.
Petal: “They’re getting a reputation and making me look bad…also, these thighs are amazing.”
Weeds: *my self is awesome*
It is a day of accomplishments.
We hope this one doesn’t turn into a crazy fangirl like Miss Dennis.
She was SO into it.
There’s no accounting for taste I suppose.
Flynn the Burglar: “Things are sort of heavy; you have any cash just laying around?”
Weeds: “Do you even lift bro?”
Flynn the Burglar: “Seriously bro, be cool, I got this.
She did this autonomously, it was so sweet…maybe there’s hope for these two yet?
Which is great, because yay extra trait.
Still, we’d like to know how it happened…did she play a game on her tablet or something?
Whatever, she random rolled handy.
Spooky had let himself go a bit in the hygiene department; I think he’s still depressed from losing Spirulina.
Still, that explains why Lashanda the Maid is so damn hot for our old rust bucket; she wants his monies.
I don’t really really know why I’m whinging; I’d have random rolled his new trait anyhow.
It’s the principle of the thing really.
3/3 of Cordell’s get are chubbysaurus…I think it’s fair to say Cordell breeds true.
Also I didn’t feel like redecorating one of the bedrooms.
Ignore Miss Sprout’s worried eyebrows; she’s into it.
Crapnuggets; I forgot to recolour that bloody candle.
Confused raccoon is confused.
So let’s call that a wrap for this chapter, and end on a high note.
Next chapter, you say? Well, here’s what I figure:
– Various romantic shenanigans
– Jr. becomes a teen
– Petal does prom
– The Gen 6 twins = young adults
– Maybe some skill challenge win
And hopefully no new kitteh death!