silvereriena | The Skittles Legacy 6.1

Generation 6 makes its girly pink appearance! Questions now arise, like:

Will there finally be another male heir?
Will Casey ever get rid of that makeup disaster on her face?
And what is up with that one scene in the new Harry Potter movie? You know what I'm talking about. *wink wink nudge nudge*

GAAARRGDHDGH Photobucket's new layout is messing up my organizations! DX Anyway, here's our heir couple Oceane and Casey dreaming of the kinky things they've been up to all night.

Casey still has the OMGWTFAAAAH makeup from college. That stuff seems to be stuck to her face. Either that or my game is glitching. O.o

Plum: Just made a ton of money at work and AAAAAAH MY NIECE-IN-LAW IS FUGLY! Oh, and the sun is burning me to a crisp.

And now it's time for Irma to turn into an Elder. About time too, I'm getting tired of her. ~~I could've offed her sooner, but I was being nice.~~

She's still hot. It's like she's slapping me in the face with a reminder of why I married her into this family in the first place. Well bitch, your daughter ain't gonna be passing any genes down anytime soon anyway, so your guilt-tripping won't work on me!

No, you can't win me over by being adorable with your wife either. Psssh, if she only knew about Plum's "faithfulness".

Raisin: Remember your great-aunt Scarlet? Your cousin used to flirt with her daughters all the time!
Oceane: Dad, why do you reminisce about the weirdest things? 8/

Babies! Yay!

Casey: Honey, look! I just popped!
Oceane: Move plz, I need to use the computer.

Yeah, everyone's excited.

PDA is a common occurrence in this household. Personally I'd feel weird making out in the same room my parents are flirting in, but I guess we're just not that intimate?

She really does have fish eyes. But anyways, fingers crossed for boys this generation! Most people complain about sausage fests in their legacies, but I'm having more of a clambake problem!

Obligatory future parental affection shot. D'aww, lookit that. <3

Raisin: Let's play kicky bag, honey!
Oceane: I can feel it kicking!

8/ Really, guys. You live in a MANSION. Must you all clump up awkwardly in one room?

Oceane lives up to her name. She's been playing in tubs like a little sailor since she was a child. I feel so proud of her.
You ever feel like your Sims are your children sometimes? That watching a legacy grow is sort of your foundation? It sounds a bit silly, but that's how I feel and that's why I love playing it. <3

The ghost of Dolores doesn't seem to be sharing in the joy.

Dolores: Man, my granddaughter picked an ugly chick. How will my great-grandchildren turn out?

Actually, she's very cute! It's just that bad makeover won't go aw—

Dolores: BOO!
Casey: D8

Sigh... I could repeat myself and say 'please don't scare the pregnant Sims' but somehow I don't think I'll be heeded.

In vengeance, Casey wen to the family grave plot to kick Dolores' tombstone only to go into labor. Karma?

Casey: Oh Gawd! D:

Look at her terrified face.

Casey: AAAAARRRHRRHGHGH
Oceane: What are you doing among my dead ancestors!?

Casey: GET IT OUUUUUTTTTT
Oceane: I hope this isn't bad luck or anything...

YESSSSSSSS. IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE! 'Tis a boy! He's got Casey's skin and hair and Oceane's eyes. I have named him Chompoo, which is Thai for 'pink'. Well, either that or this delicious fruit they have over there.

Everyone's reactions are appropriately ranged from, "Gasp! New baby!" to "Eep! Dead people!"

And the moment her son is born, Oceane races off to the swings while everyone is still gathered around the cemetery. Maybe she's a bit too much like a kid still.

Whoah, don't scar your son so early in life with your hideously painted face! A distance of 3 feet at all times, please.

Raisin: Yaaay! Boys! :D

Chompoo: *FLAILS*
Raisin: Oh my God, what's wrong with him? D:

It's been a while since he's taken care of children, poor old chap.

He finally figures it out, thank goodness. We won't be having no stinky babies this generation!

No, I still can't get over how that damn makeup won't leave her face! It does make the pillow fight reactions more hilarious, though.

Joe is going through the heir portraits, possibly to figure out how his grandson will turn out.

Joe: Disgraceful! Bah! None of these Townies were as good looking as me!

Joe: Ah well. Yaaay! Boy!

Elders and their short attention spans.

Plum: Congratulations on being a grandpa! BLEH!
Raisin!: ARGH! Stop doing that!

I think she's trying to kill him faster. I wouldn't be surprised.

Plum: Once your grandpa is dead, I shall lure you to the dark side, little one.

O___o STEP. AWAY. FROM THE BABY.

I cannot be satisfied with just one boy! I must have more! MORE!

Our legacy founder makes an appearance. Hi, Soleil! Still mad about the loss of your bed?

Plum: I don't know if I can talk to ghosts, but I believe if I use a medium like this teddy bear, it is possible!

... Soleil's already gone, dear.

This seems highly inappropriate, though I can't specify why.

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the—

Whoop! No. There goes gravity.

What the—Come back here and get your makeover, you little ball of germs!

Chompoo is a Sagittarius with a personality of 8/2/9/10/1, continuing the energetic pranking ball of mean in the family.

Come ooooooon, Y chromosome!

Chompoo: This doesn't seem very safe! HAAAALP!

Dude, it's on the lowest speed.

Chompoo: Aaah, a safe and educational activity is more to my liking!

Well fine then. Don't be cool.

Aw hell, he's still as cute as a button in my book.

The ghosts keep scaring the in-laws. I'm sensing a pattern here.

Casey: Can you say "Mommy"? Say "Mommy"!

Chompoo: No! I cannot gaze upon your hideous visage!

I think her face is glitched, TBH.

Yaaay, more babies!

Oceane: DADDDYYYY!!! HELP MEEEE!!!
Raisin: *Calmly makes bed*

lol.

IT'S ANOTHER BOY! :D I have no clue where that skintone came from, but he's got Oceane's hair and Casey's eyes. His name is Hubba Bubba, like the bubblegum. Original flavour, obviously.

Who knew pervy bartenders made the best grandparents?

Chompoo: :( This is scary!

At least he has the scooch to step away.

Chompoo: Hmm... What existential question shall I ponder today?

Chompoo: Can't go up the stairs! D:

Not so smart now, are we?

Plum: Now remember, once you're turned to the Dark Side, you won't ever have to bathe again unless you're in the sun for too long!

I think Plum should have a restraining order away from the children.

Chompoo has had enough of his mother's hideous makeup and now gets sick at the sight of her.

What is this? Joint attack against the parents?

GOOD SIRS. PLEASE KEEP ALL LEWD ACTIVITIES RESTRICTED TO YOUR OWN BEDROOM.

Oceane's still at it in the tub. Don't you have a newborn to feed?

Oceane: Pssh, that's what elders are for!

Chompoo: I feel a a sparkling sensation!

I hope he grows up well!

That's not nearly pink enough, boy. But I am liking the face.

There he is, the little Einstein. Let's not deny it, he's a nerd at heart.

Plum: Sure, Chompoo may not appreciate the night now, but the moment he turns into a young adult, he'll be stalking the nightlife with me!
Raisin: Bitch, if you bite my grandson, I will cut you!

Sibling feuds never truly die.