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Fritter: 2.4
Kinda funny, now that I'm not working so much, I'm lazier about updating.
Eudora: Has that thing in the wall always been there, mom?
Almond: Don't bother me, sweetie, I'm creating.
Eudora: What? I'm just reading.
Almond: Oh, nothing, nothing. You just breathe really loudly.
I have a lot of gratuitous pictures of Eudora. I'm not going to post them all, but I'm going to post a lot of them. You've been warned.
Then, for no reason, the dead tree in their yard that you've seen several times before. Only today it has a crow in it.
With five of them, I decided to add another bathroom.
Eulalie: *waves to Eudora!*
Eudora: *is the other direction, actually.*
Almond put on weight and, I think, carries it quite well!
But getting fat sent her into aspiration failure and she cried about it for hours, so I finally sent her out to exercise.
Miss Pretty wandered by and broke the fourth wall.
And then Eulalie wandered by to keep Almond company.
Eulalie: *surveys her domain*
Not for that much longer, actually. Your birthday's creeping up.
Meanwhile, Gershwitz gets his first kiss from the cute goth in his math class, Vanessa.
Miss Pretty: Soon.
Eudora: Who's my precious snuggle-ugglewums?
Miss Pretty: I will come for you in your sleep.
Eulalie: You know, Almond, your boobs and I will always be besties.
Almond: Aww. :>
The Trashcan: *judges Bo for peeing with the door open*
Miss Pretty: SOON.
Boudicca: Now, I have nothing against you, you know I don't. But all the same, the second I'm declared heir, you're on the first boat out of here.
Eudora: Though I have many problems with that statement, what leaps to mind first is that we live in the desert. Wouldn't a train be more practical?
You've got her there, Eudora.
Eudora: *ponders the passing on of her genetic material*
The Trashcan: *judges Eudora for sucking up*
Eulalie: *narrows her perspective of the world to what matters most*
Eudora: This thing is like a black hole, a portal to some other dimension.
Welp, given the way Eulalie's just put her head through the wall exactly where the trash chute is, I'm gonna go ahead and say it might be.
Look who came back!
Since Eudora was already outside I sent her over to make friends.
Eudora: You know, my favorite thing ever is big, huge hats.
Tierney: How perfectly delightful! Goths love big hats!
(It's true, we do. Ever seen Beetlejuice?)
Good luck with that, Gersh.
Gershwitz: Excuse me, I do so hate to be a bother, but some miscreant seems to have misplaced my violin.
Look behind you, bb.
Gershwitz: Ohh. Haha! Here it is.
And to think, you're the one whose Smart Milk stuck.
Eulalie: The point of the story is, if someone offers you a pearl necklace, consider the context.
Gershwitz: *wishes he were anywhere else*
Almond paints Eulalie's heir portrait. Since I only read a few legacies, I'm not sure if this is a traditional thing or if I stole the idea from
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beescratch. Either way, she had one already but I decided I didn't like it.
Eudora: *swaggers*
Yeah, you pretty much do have heir in the bag, kiddo.
Eulalie: Sometimes I'm not so sure about her.
Bo's wants were all to do with flirting and dating and whatnot so we invited boyfriend Brandon von Maxispants over to canoodle outside the gate.
Tickling = true love.
The lovers share a tender moment of appreciation for the ever-popular Best of the Best award.
And then Bo expressed the depth of her feelings in her typical fashion.
Eudora: That porch light is planning something, I can feel it.
With Bo passed out on the couch, Eudora braves the conniving porch light to hang with Brandon von Maxispants like a good hostess.
Eudora: You know, what I really like is huge hats, but big busts are pretty nice too.
Brandon von Maxispants: You, madam, have excellent taste in busts.
And thus the bromance was born.
Gersh has forgotten all about his first love, the karaoke machine. Now he prefers to ignore his needs to play the violin day and night.
Eudora: TICKLE FIGHT
Almond: AGH NO god I hate that person who burgled us about ten million years ago
Poor Miss Pretty. No wonder she's so cranky, her litterbox is fucking radioactive.
Eudora: *sucks up some more*
Boudicca: I HATE THIS TUTU. I HATE WORKING OUT. I HATE WORKING OUT IN A TUTU.
Well, you know what Eulalie would have to say about that.
Miss Pretty has many emotions.
Most of them are rage.
Eudora: Ugh, jeez, Gersh, is that you? You smell rank.
Gershwitz: You simply do not appreciate the majesty of my man-musk.
Boudicca: *is undisturbed*
\The We Work Out In Tutus Club pursues the arts.
Video games or sex: tough call for Almond.
Eulalie continues to claim chess victories over imaginary people.
Then Almond decided she wanted to go back to blending in with the walls.
Boudicca: I see nothing 8D
Because the second generation were all rolling wants that couldn't be fulfilled at home and whining about it, I sent them off to the bowling alley. And who should turn up but Brandon von Maxispants! (Apparently now also von Maxisshirt since I guess I deleted his hoodie.)
And inside was Dreadlocks McSunburn (whose real name is Trevor, I checked this time)! Oh, good, I thought! Brandon will see Bo macking on Trevor's sunburned face and quite naturally be upset. Some drama is about to go down! Legacies thrive on drama!
But is that what happened?
No.
They made out, fell in ~crush~, and Brandon didn't give two shits.
Across the way, Gel Spikes McDaumclothes: God, just pick it up and throw it already, it's not gonna crack!
Back with Bo and her boys, they then proceeded to take turns dancing with her, complimenting her, and basically dancing attendance in the most ridiculous fashion.
Boudicca and Trevor: *shake it*
Brandon: *awaits his turn to shake it*
Eudora: Hey bro, how's it going? Good talk! God I wish I was engaged
Brandon: *plays with his rubik's... sphere to fill the empty minutes without his darling Bo*
Meanwhile, Gershwitz discovers a new passion.
I would probably make that face too if I was trying to dance in those shoes.
Almond: Flirting is so awkward.
Eudora: Oh my goodness I have to pee so bad
Solution: play chess!
Eudora: I've outfoxed you, bladder.
Boudicca: *asserts her dominance*
Eudora: AGH FUCK
Gershwitz: Hey guys! Hey guys. Guess who's Pokemon League champion!
Eudora: *asserts her dominance*
Boudicca: I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING
Eulalie's in there to read the paper, guys. Srsly. Not to peer at her naked wife. How could you even think that.
Almond: My knight has a type advantage over your pawn, Eulalie! Take that.
Eulalie: *refrains from commenting that chess doesn't work that way*
Miss Pretty: Hey. Hey? Why aren't you hugging me? Now that you're ignoring me I want your attention :<
Miss Pretty: Well now I don't want to be touched. >:|
Eulalie's birthday!
Looking pretty good still, hideously precious dress aside.
As it happened, it was also Boudicca's birthday,
and Gershwitz's. No college for anyone, an idea what I stole from
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pooklet, because I hate playing through it too much to endure it every damn generation.
Gersh's first act as an adult: eat spoiled soup.
Gershwitz: My mouth tastes like death 8<
Your own fault, sweetheart.
Bo did not take well the revelation that she is not heir.
She and Gersh moved out, because they're not heir and I'm too lazy to care for five sims if I don't have to.
Eulalie proves she's still spry in her old age.
I decided to take pity on Eulalie and give her and Almond a proper bed, since sleeping on a mattress on the floor is impractical for elderly ladies.
Because I can, more decorating: this is going to be the heir's bedroom, but I don't really think it suits her so I'll probably redo it. I just love the colors.
Reading nook by the stairs.
The 'study', which is really more of a skilling room I guess.
Last and probably least, A Hallway.
Eulalie: What say we christen the new bed, baby?
Almond: Capital idea. 8D
While the bed christening is going on, Eudora sneaks out with a friend. Who apparently owns a limousine. Get this girl's name, Eudora.
I'm not sure whether I should be concerned that my game has two Leaders of the Pack, but either way, their names.
Occasionally the banana stand opens, but mostly I'm too lazy now that they have the wish money from the genie.
Pasty townie: Though my stoic facade prevents me from showing it, this award has moved me deeply.
Eudora called up the townie girl with the limousine, whose name (I think) is Nicole. She's a redhead. This seems promising.
Very promising indeed.
An old-fashioned romantic date, tossing the football around in the side yard. Both of them dropped it pretty much every time. No sports enthusiasm on either side.
Eulalie, you know the television's broken, right?
Eulalie: Perhaps if I stare at it real hard I can fix it with my mind.
You have fun with that.
Then Eudora had a birthday and I put her in the same cardigan she wore as a teen because I love it so there. Feast your eyes upon your heir, as if I hadn't given it away ages ago with my favoritism! As for that want... haha, no. You're stuck here now.
And that's all for now, book defaults later k bye.
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Yay for Eudora being heiress! She's fantastic. And gah, I love her entire wardrobe. I hate to do this, but would you mind if I ask where you got her yellow dress with the cats on it from? It's too cute.
Also, Miss Pretty has my heart. ♥
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And I don't mind at all, though I can't really help in this case. A friend of mine made Eudora's kitty nightgown and she hasn't shared the set, I'm not sure if she's planning to or not.
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Yay, decorating! And I'm stoked to see Eudora as heir. That cardigan is beyond cute.
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I love Eudora's cardigan, I own it in real life so naturally I had to put it into sims as well.
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Eudora is gorgeous. I like her potential sprog vessel, too.
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Thank you! I'm pretty hung up on both of them.
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Tried hard not to fall off the chair while reading it :D
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I'm curious to see how the relationship between Miss Pretty and Eudora continues, as I love both of them!
Miss Pretty reminds me of my cat - not sim, real. He's got just the same look on his flat-as-a-plate face everytime I'm trying to hug him
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Haha, I love squishy-faced cats. My own cat is a shorthair mutt with a pointy face, so while he makes some amusing expressions they're not quite like Miss Pretty's.
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It's funny given, you know, everything that comes after.