Fritter: 8.3

[azaya]

Fritters, like tempus, fugit.


This is a pretty accurate summation of the lives of the second set of twins. They're left on the outside looking in at their older siblings, who are living the charmed lives of those certain to be in the heir running.


Greer and Chelsea continue to be super in love and fascinated with each other. I admit it's not as interesting as, say, Almond's or Nicole's daughter-in-law obsession, but I like it for other reasons. :>


Speaking of Almond


Knut: Eight generations and I still haven't gotten past the gate, but I am resolute! One day, I will enter those fabled gates and cross that fabled yard to knock upon that fabled door and gain admission to that fabled manse.


Zola: I'd settle for understanding the fabled Pythagorean Theorem.


Chelsea: My baby girl has ambition!


Shannon: Hell yes! I'm finally old enough to start issuing tickets to the gun show.


Shannon: And to openly display my allegiance to the Dark Lord.

You do know the inverted cross is actually a Christian symbol, right, dude? St. Peter's Cross?

Shannon: Silence, or my Master will smite you.


Zola: I grew up too!

So I see. O__O


O__O


Wants to be a werewolf, huh? Anything for my violently-plumaged princess. O__O


Zola: WAITICHANGEDMYMIND

Greer: TOO LATE, LYCANTHROPY INCOMING


Greer: This was a mildly pleasant bonding experience.

Zola: I FUCKING HATE YOU


Zola: HEY SHANNON


Almond: *covers the Pokemon theme song*

Ultimate wolf throwdown: *continues*


Zola: Yay!

Shannon: Eh. I guess I can serve my dark Master well enough like this.


Shannon: But I will require nourishment before I embark on my profane mission. Thus, Applejacks.


Greer: Isn't it great that we're almost to menopause and won't have to worry about accidentally fertilizing one another's eggs anymore?

Chelsea: Word.


Zo is revealing a bit of a violent streak, I see.


Also a musical one, like every other Fritter.

O__O


Greer: Hey dollface.


Miss Pretty: Soon.

Wrong.


Miss Pretty: Lift me, peon.

Shannon's crotch: *lingers in frame*


Shannon's crotch: *has lead him somewhere incredibly creepy apparently D8*


Meanwhile, forgotten Malachi is stinky but serene.


Chelsea: Also, pearl necklaces are grossbuckets! ...I prefer diamonds.


Miss Pretty: Pitiful fool. Everyone knows that emeralds are the pinnacle of elegance.


Chelsea: In other news, the DOW is in the toilet again today.

Miss Pretty: *provides visual aid*


O__O

Shannon: O__O

Stop it, it's not ok to do that when she's your twin sister.


Shannon: Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me!


Malachi: I am become stink, the destroyer of sinuses.

Zola: Rock on, little stinky dude!


Cerridwen: Ahhh, the overtones and subtleties of this stink.

Two of a kind. Two a slovenly, ignored kind.


Malachi: Look at this sweet buttonup!

Shannon: Get out, I have to pee.


Meanwhile, inaugural teenage duckface.




Disapproving Frog: *disapproves of boring clone-children*


Cerridwen: It's our birthday. We need to celebrate amongst ourselves since clearly no one else gives a shit. So here's what I'm thinking. Fake IDs.

Malachi: You are deviously brilliant, ma'amselle.


Greer: I have to goooowoooooooooooo!

There's three other bathrooms and you know it.


See? Zola's aware of that.


The human twins: *chat innocently*

The wolf twins: *lurk, less innocently*


Viz.


Viz, continued.


Greer: It's so peaceful up here.


Malachi: This puts an ironic spin on my wish to be old enough to shave.


Yes, I can see how musical Shannon is being right at this moment


Good-natured spousal shadowing continues.


As does creepy sister stalking.


Let's hang out with the normal twins for a bit. D:








Zola: Haha! More good-natured tickling, I see. Haha. Ha.

Shannon: Yes. That. Absolutely.

Malachi: My presence can only improve this situation.


Shannon: Hahaha! Headlock! Noogies. Noogies!

Zola: Haha, stop! I can't breathe!

Malachi: I wonder if other families are like this.


Zola: :D

O__O


These traffic jams happen a lot. I should've given them a bigger landing.


Greer: Come on, honey! I know you can hit harder than that.

Zola: This is actually fun with you, Mom! With Shannon it's vaguely creepy and weird.


Cerridwen: Hurgh. Look at Mom and Mom. Do they have to do that around us?

Zola: Be cool, man.


Cerridwen: Well... okay, I guess it's kinda cute.

Malachi: Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch meee...


Malachi: NOOO, I DIDN'T MEAN THE ICY HAND OF DEATH


Everyone: BAWWWWWW

Miss Pretty: Not quite everyone.

No?

Miss Pretty: Look at the short-haired one.


Cerridwen: Bawwww! Baw. Hah. Haha!

I... see. Good eye, Miss Pretty.


Miss Pretty: Naturally. I am the sentinel of this household.


Cerridwen: One down, two to go. Ahh, the delicious taste of heirship within my grasp!


Aww :> Miss Pretty remembers Sheldon.


Shannon: LET ME TOUCH YOUR HAIR, IT'S SO RED

Zola: NO, YOU'RE HIGH


Zola: YOU'RE A RAT AND I HATE RATS.


Cerridwen: Aww, come on! You don't even like rats a little?

Zola: NO, I LOATHE THEM AND I LOATHE YOU.


Greer: *grieves for Glitch*

Me too, Greer, me too. ;~;


At this point I got tired of the constant freezing at nine p.m. and six a.m. every day while five sims turned into werewolves, and cured everyone but Greer.


Almond: Your scheming is amusing to me. I'm interested to see how this develops. *besties*

Cerridwen: Thanks, Gangy, you'd be a powerful ally. *besties*

Shannon: Hey guys, I got some spaghetti! What're you up to?

Cerridwen: *casually leaves, so as not to arouse suspicion*


Occasionally Almond tickles Greer in a pseudo-creepy way, I guess to keep her hand in the game.


Shannon: Maybe it's slightly less creepy if I tickle the sister that's not my twin? ...HEY CERRIDWEN, TICKLE MONSTER!

Cerridwen: Hahaha!

Zola: Thank fuck.


Shannon: NOOGIES!

Cerridwen: This is less fun than tickles!


Greer: Almond weirds me out.

You and everyone else who's ever lived with her.


Miss Pretty is a Friend, of course.


Chelsea: Hmm, I think I'll have a bath.

Greer: And I think I will give this painting the painstaking examination it deserves.


Meanwhile, everyone does their homework out in the rain. Because homework's not miserable enough anyway!


Shannon: Gosh, no matter how thoroughly I mop this puddle, it just keeps coming back! Perhaps my dark Lord can help me solve this mystery.


Jesus Christ Zola


Where's your mark of allegiance to Lord Satan, Shannon?

Shannon: Please. I'm an adult. I don't wear my loyalties so openly anymore.


Zola: I'm wearing goggles.

Yes you are. O__O


Almond: I wonder how far removed we are from each other genetically.

NOT FAR ENOUGH.