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Exactly a month later I have more pictures. "What the hell, Azaya," I can hear you saying. "No word for a month and you can't even be bothered to bring presents?" To you I say no, I can't, but I have a fuckton of presents, mostly hair, sitting around waiting to be shared. I keep saying okay after this hair I will do a giant post full of hairs for everyone to enjoy, but the problem is that there keeps being one more hair because I keep seeing meshes and going oh I bet I could do something cute with that! But eventually I will run out of steam and halfass a huge post full of hair for you. Also some other things.
For now, pictures.
I love these two, I can't help it. Even synchronized reading is cute. That makeover of Jack's didn't last long, though.
She went back to her pigtails.
At least they're not in the street.
Yes, they did snuggle until dawn. And long after.
So Virginia managed to get knocked up without me noticing, because I have a way of leaving the game running in the background undisturbed for hours at a time and her dress doesn't have a preg morph. Eventually I noticed the pregnant sim walk, checked and discovered she was having twins. Groan. They're cute, though, so I'm glad I kept them. On the left is son Pax and on the right is daughter Marlow.
Spartacus has been toilet-trained, but remains suspicious. He has not had good experiences trying to bury his poop in the toilet.
BUTTERFLY RAEG.
Followed by butterfly desperation.
Spartacus: *grins and bears it, minus grin*
Bonding! Hamburgers was banging on the fdjkhgkjshd Castaways drum he's addicted to, and missed out.
Oh, game, you and your horrific, Lovecraftian graphic glitches.
Lydia: But I don't want to grab her ass!
Lydia: Wait, yes I do.
Lydia: *just hangs out, staring at nothing, totally not stalking Jack, guys.*
NO, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW JACK, STOP CALLING
Seriously, you guys, this guy.
Lydia: *napstalks*
Lydia: Did you say brains? o__o
Lydia: Ohh. Grains. As in bread. Of course.
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pooklet: theirloveissoalwaysonthevergeofcannibalism
(11:38:34 PM)azaya: always
Them's the breaks of marrying a zombie I guess
Jack: *peers*
Jack: *stalks*
Lydia, if you're going to stalk her back you might come up with a better pretense than checking yourself out in a mirror that isn't there.
And Lydia wouldn't be Lydia without the compulsive hand-washing.
Yeah, don't think zombies can tan, Lyds.
Lydia: *fails at towel placement*
Gitane: *fails at beachwear*
Alexei: Your hair looks like it feels like mink. O__O *mouthbreathes*
Cyril: Aww, thanks. I just use L'Oreal.
He and Alexei have this weird not-quite-a-thing on the side going. Generally what happens is Cyril shows up somewhere, Alexei makes a beeline for him and stands around mouthbreathing at him for awhile, then they flirt a little and if there's an appropriate piece of furniture around, sex happens. The game, for some reason, doesn't count it as cheating. /shrug
Cyril and Lydia: *are besties!*
Cyril and Jack: *are not.*
Jack has taken up Lydia's fight to clean all the things. I guess because it is something they can do together when she's not ~*~*~*FINANCIALLY CONSULTING*~*~*~.
Jack: Call meeven though we're married and live in the same household and therefore have the same phone number! ...I hope she calls. o__o
Lydia: I like yourboobs sweater boobs sweater.
Lydia's obsessive cleaning tendencies do not, for some reason, extend to cleaning up the dishes.
Napstalking II: Son of Napstalking.
Flirting in the bathroom because lol, triple bolts.
Jack: *puts effort into pretending she's not stalking!*
Lydia: *sees through it.*
Abruptly, Embry and Francine's bedroom.
And kitchen.
And, lest you think their entire house is decorated in red and blue, their kids' room.
Embry and Francine's youngest, Gemma, grew up into a kid and became a new favorite. Just warning you.
Moar Gemma.
MOAR GEMMA. Also, Ham in the background, spying on the neighbors.
Embry tries so hard to be a fierce, scary vampire, but whenever she does this I just go "Awww, look at you."
Teenage Ham. He's trying to go by Hamilton now that he's older, but having little success.
Their new dog, Peanut. Last name Brittle. Har har har I'm so clever.
Teen Gemma.
I love it when sims in elegant clothes and fancy shoes decide what they really want to do today is go for a round of puddle-stomping.
Breakfast of champions.
Although Danny is an absolute failure at taking care of his motives (see also: trying to de-stinkify by brushing his teeth), he actually managed to keep himself from dying of hunger for several days entirely by autonomously drinking Mountain Dew.
Danny: *flaunts it.*
Enjoy it, because here comes a surprise pregnancy to wreck that manly figure.
Not that it stopped him from endless smustling.
It's a very stalk-heavy post, isn't it?
Cyril: *ain't so tough without his bees!*
The fruit of Danny and Cyril's loins (though we're not thinking too hard about how that actually works), Frankie, with her big sister Apostrophe.
Pax, Marlow, and the back of Frankie's head.
Sully: *is aghast at her bad makeover!*
Seriously, Virginia, why you still doing this. You have a gold badge in makeovers.
Marlow and idk her BFF, Strawberry, another new arrival to the neighborhood. Strawberry is Sully's late-in-life surprise baby. She's half-alien like her brother Quentin, but unlike him with his green skin, the only outward sign of her heritage is her pointy ears, which you can't really even see. /cool story bro
Pax and his BFF, Frankie.
Francine: *looms.*
Pax and Marlow's bedroom. Since this is also the house that has the appallingly pink kitchen, I think it is probably the pinkest house I have ever decorated.
I'm not sure why they coded it so that kids can Classic Dance, but it's adorable so I'm glad they did.
Clancy: *idles.*
Francine: *peers into Virginia's house.* O__O
Ok. So. Bye. Hopefully it won't be another month before I remember this journal exists.
For now, pictures.
I love these two, I can't help it. Even synchronized reading is cute. That makeover of Jack's didn't last long, though.
She went back to her pigtails.
At least they're not in the street.
Yes, they did snuggle until dawn. And long after.
So Virginia managed to get knocked up without me noticing, because I have a way of leaving the game running in the background undisturbed for hours at a time and her dress doesn't have a preg morph. Eventually I noticed the pregnant sim walk, checked and discovered she was having twins. Groan. They're cute, though, so I'm glad I kept them. On the left is son Pax and on the right is daughter Marlow.
Spartacus has been toilet-trained, but remains suspicious. He has not had good experiences trying to bury his poop in the toilet.
BUTTERFLY RAEG.
Followed by butterfly desperation.
Spartacus: *grins and bears it, minus grin*
Bonding! Hamburgers was banging on the fdjkhgkjshd Castaways drum he's addicted to, and missed out.
Oh, game, you and your horrific, Lovecraftian graphic glitches.
Lydia: But I don't want to grab her ass!
Lydia: Wait, yes I do.
Lydia: *just hangs out, staring at nothing, totally not stalking Jack, guys.*
NO, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW JACK, STOP CALLING
Seriously, you guys, this guy.
Lydia: *napstalks*
Lydia: Did you say brains? o__o
Lydia: Ohh. Grains. As in bread. Of course.
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pooklet: theirloveissoalwaysonthevergeofcannibalism(11:38:34 PM)
azaya: alwaysThem's the breaks of marrying a zombie I guess
Jack: *peers*
Jack: *stalks*
Lydia, if you're going to stalk her back you might come up with a better pretense than checking yourself out in a mirror that isn't there.
And Lydia wouldn't be Lydia without the compulsive hand-washing.
Yeah, don't think zombies can tan, Lyds.
Lydia: *fails at towel placement*
Gitane: *fails at beachwear*
Alexei: Your hair looks like it feels like mink. O__O *mouthbreathes*
Cyril: Aww, thanks. I just use L'Oreal.
He and Alexei have this weird not-quite-a-thing on the side going. Generally what happens is Cyril shows up somewhere, Alexei makes a beeline for him and stands around mouthbreathing at him for awhile, then they flirt a little and if there's an appropriate piece of furniture around, sex happens. The game, for some reason, doesn't count it as cheating. /shrug
Cyril and Lydia: *are besties!*
Cyril and Jack: *are not.*
Jack has taken up Lydia's fight to clean all the things. I guess because it is something they can do together when she's not ~*~*~*FINANCIALLY CONSULTING*~*~*~.
Jack: Call me
Lydia: I like your
Lydia's obsessive cleaning tendencies do not, for some reason, extend to cleaning up the dishes.
Napstalking II: Son of Napstalking.
Flirting in the bathroom because lol, triple bolts.
Jack: *puts effort into pretending she's not stalking!*
Lydia: *sees through it.*
Abruptly, Embry and Francine's bedroom.
And kitchen.
And, lest you think their entire house is decorated in red and blue, their kids' room.
Embry and Francine's youngest, Gemma, grew up into a kid and became a new favorite. Just warning you.
Moar Gemma.
MOAR GEMMA. Also, Ham in the background, spying on the neighbors.
Embry tries so hard to be a fierce, scary vampire, but whenever she does this I just go "Awww, look at you."
Teenage Ham. He's trying to go by Hamilton now that he's older, but having little success.
Their new dog, Peanut. Last name Brittle. Har har har I'm so clever.
Teen Gemma.
I love it when sims in elegant clothes and fancy shoes decide what they really want to do today is go for a round of puddle-stomping.
Breakfast of champions.
Although Danny is an absolute failure at taking care of his motives (see also: trying to de-stinkify by brushing his teeth), he actually managed to keep himself from dying of hunger for several days entirely by autonomously drinking Mountain Dew.
Danny: *flaunts it.*
Enjoy it, because here comes a surprise pregnancy to wreck that manly figure.
Not that it stopped him from endless smustling.
It's a very stalk-heavy post, isn't it?
Cyril: *ain't so tough without his bees!*
The fruit of Danny and Cyril's loins (though we're not thinking too hard about how that actually works), Frankie, with her big sister Apostrophe.
Pax, Marlow, and the back of Frankie's head.
Sully: *is aghast at her bad makeover!*
Seriously, Virginia, why you still doing this. You have a gold badge in makeovers.
Marlow and idk her BFF, Strawberry, another new arrival to the neighborhood. Strawberry is Sully's late-in-life surprise baby. She's half-alien like her brother Quentin, but unlike him with his green skin, the only outward sign of her heritage is her pointy ears, which you can't really even see. /cool story bro
Pax and his BFF, Frankie.
Francine: *looms.*
Pax and Marlow's bedroom. Since this is also the house that has the appallingly pink kitchen, I think it is probably the pinkest house I have ever decorated.
I'm not sure why they coded it so that kids can Classic Dance, but it's adorable so I'm glad they did.
Clancy: *idles.*
Francine: *peers into Virginia's house.* O__O
Ok. So. Bye. Hopefully it won't be another month before I remember this journal exists.
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