silvereriena | The Skittles Legacy 5.3

The Blue Generation goes to college. Stuff happens. I can't even really remember, it's been so long. XD I'm sure I'll remember as I upload pics.

When we last left off, Amor, matriarch of the red generation, had passed away. It's now time for Raisin to grow old, as the cycle of life goes on. Except for Plum who's now immortal, the lucky b—... moving on.

Raisin: OH MY GOD I'VE DRIED UP LIKE A... LIKE A RAISIN.

Oh... Oh God no. That's a terrible pun.

Joe: Ha! I'm still young and fresh-faced as ever! Take that!

Methinks it's time to bring this cocky mofo DOWN.

Joe: AW HELL NAW.

Shut up and spin!

Joe: *Farts into elder age* Oh well... At least I can still get laid...
Raisin: Not with those overalls, you don't. :/

Well, it's gonna be even creepier now if he pervs on underage Sims. :x

So I sent the girls off to college. Smurfette, in all her social butterfly ways, tries to make friends. Unfortunately as we all know, Dormies are a bunch of cranky asshats what with their lack of showering and the never-ending homework.

Smurfette: Did you just poke my boob? >8/
Dormie: I can insult AND sexually harass you! How 'bout them apples!?

One of the Dormies is smilier than the rest and she's cute to boot! Her name's Casey Miles. Oceane! Quit playing darts by yourself and go talk to her! (Oceane won the heir poll BTW).

Casey: I can explain the entire Sim market to you in an afternoon, with graphs and charts memorized in my head and—
Oceane: Yeah... I have... a drama class. Gotta go... y'know, act and... stuff. Bye!

Don't be discouraged, Casey! Oceane is just kind of overwhelmed by your intelligence! She'll come round!

Casey: And that's why chili is nefarious for your digestive system!
Smurfette: Shouldn't you be talking to my cousin instead? :/

Oceane: Hello, sexy!

WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN!? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. D:

Oceane: So, I think Casey really likes me! What about you?

Smurfette: BUUUUUUUURP. Uh-huh. Sure.

Ah, family. Always caring and understanding.

Casey: I hope you understand I'm not interested in you for your money. I mean, I know your family is the most loaded in the neighborhood... And you have a nice house and... Well, I'm not like that. Just sayin'.

Fortune Sim, perhaps?

Smurfette: It's payback time, you dirty groper! *grabs boob*

Y'know, she doesn't seem to mind that much. Methinks she groped Smurfette because she likes her.

Oh, Sims. Trying to be polite by smiling in front of a smelly Sim, yet unable to stop themselves from pinching their nose. Yeah, that's tactful.

Anyway, they finished freshman year, and it's at this point that I decided to move them into a small house. I wanted to see what college would be like without goddamn Dormies glitching all over the place.

Oceane: Let's start a sorority! It'll be magnificent!

In that tiny, plain little house?

Oceane: Hey, babe! Check out the sweet pad. *smooch*
Smurfette: There's dog turds on this lawn. What are you talking about :/

Oceane: Anyway, we wanted to know if you wanted to become our first pledge. We kinda need new members and you're the one I can influence the most on this campus.
Casey: Awww, that's so sweet! :D

Amy Neale, Soleil is DEAD. I know you were madly in love with her and wouldn't stop stalking her in chapter 1, but stop stalking her ancestors, woman!

You always make out with your best friend; it's a rule of thumb.

With your professor... not so much.

Smurfette: What is this fuckery!?

Smurfette: Listen man, your grades are already top notch, so lay off on the prof, okay?
Oceane: I didn't know what I was doing! Honest! D8

Blame it on the alcohol, eh?

So, here's out sorority name. I think this one was... Oresha? I can't remember.

Sexy as cream pie, that is.

Streaker: Hey, check out my bazongas!
Oceane: Girl, I've seen my aunt strut about the house naked since I was a kid. You ain't got nothin' I haven't seen before.

Wait, Plum's been doing what? At night? When she thinks no one is awake?

And just so you know, the girls look lovely in their togas.

Smurfette: This outfit seems highly unnecessary.

Finally. Man, Oceane and Casey have had the most boring courtship TO DATE in this legacy.

Love makes Casey very, very happy. So happy that she's running around whistling a happy tune.

Mrs. Crumplebottom: Public displays of happiness? In my vicinity? Oh no, you don't!
Casey: No, Crumplebottom, no!
*WHACK*

Really? Are you trying to give Crumplebottom a heart attack?

Man, that photobooth has seen generations of Skittles bootie, let me tell YOU.

Crumplebottom: Boooo! Hissss! You're doing it wrong!

Er...

The sex was so good in fact that Oceane literally lost her head.

Crumplebottom: Disgraceful! D:<

Meanwhile, back at Oresha house

Britney the Cheerleader: So, I heard your family has lots and lots of money.
Smurfette: Yes, they do. Yes, I'm rich. Now either make out with me or this conversation's over.

So while we leave Smurfette to decide which way her rocky love life is going, we head downtown. And look who's replaced Joe at the bar. He's got the same pervy smirk, I think he'll fit right in!

Joe: *Sigh* My time is over now. It's time to let the youth step up to the plate and take over as bartenders of the Sim world. I just hope they perv as well as I did.

:'(

But we're not here to see Joe mourn over his ending reign as creepiest ex-bartender, we're here to watch his daughter propose (yes, they're at that stage. This is the least dysfunctional couple I've had in my legacy to date).

Casey: Oh, it's beautiful! And genuine! And... pear-shaped! And...

Expensive to boot, yes yes.

Casey: I'M LEAVING DORMIEHOOD, BITCHEZ! *throws water balloon at Diva*
Diva: WATCH IT! D:< This dress is pure silk!

At Oresha house, things are considerably less romantic.

Britney: My dad is an awesome personal trainer!
Coach: Come on, scrawny! Lift those legs! Make me see your thighs burn!
Smurfette: :|

In the end though, Smurfette is grateful for the exercise.

Smurfette: My buns have never felt tighter! Thanks, baby!

Loooooove is in the aiiiiiiiir...

Oceane: My aunt used to be a hairdresser. She taught me everything!
Casey: OK! :D *Trusts unfailingly*

Oceane: Just watch, I'mma make you into a star!

Casey: D8
Oceane: Well... Hey, Heath Ledger won an Oscar for a role in which he looked exactly like that...

Apparently, all you need to do is change her hair and she's pleased as punch again. Not sure how that is better than removing that makeup, but eh.

I only just noticed that Casey has GIANT FISH EYES. And they're a cold, metallic grey. O_____o

Streaker: Hey, baby! Your cousin didn't want a piece of this, but what do you think?
Smurfette: Hmmm... Well, Britney hasn't put out yet, and I'm pretty darn frustrated...

Oceane: Hey, Smurfette! I'm ho—OHMAIGAWD WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON OUR KITCHEN COUNTER!?? D8

Oceane will never be able to chop vegetables there again.

Even the penguin doesn't want to be near that scarring sight.

Penguin: I gots standards, yo.

It's graduation time! Shuffle off to your respective homes!

Smurfette is dropped off at the former legacy house where Prune and Eggplant live.

Smurfette: So, we do get to go out occasionally, right?
Prune: *snorts* Oh, you have a lot to learn, dear.

Oceane has a very sweet reunion with her beloved father. This actually made me smile. :]

So, it's Oceane and Casey's wedding. Her clown makeup is still not off. This is going to make for some awkward wedding photos, let me tell you.

Seriously, she will look through these years later and cringe in horror. I know I would.

Oceane's high school boyfriend also notices.

Alexander: Um... you have something on your face there...
Casey: Huh?
Smurfette: Leave it, Alex... Don't spoil her happy day.
Alexander: Ah. Right... Sooooo... How 'bout them report cards, eh?

He then proceeds to shake it like a polaroid pictcha in one of the upstairs bathrooms because he's cool like that.

Oceane and Cazy don't give a hoot because they're too busy performing their newlywed marital duties.

STATS!

Casey Skittles (née Miles)
Cancer, 6/3/6/4/6
Family Sim
LTW: Marry off 6 children (PFFFFFT. Do you know how much room left there is in this household?)
Turn-ons: Makeup, Charisma
Turn-off: Hats

Tune in next time as we finally tackle a new generation! (Hopefully more dysfunctional than this one.)