The Holiday Legacy 4.4 (HEIR POLL)

[silvereriena]

Hey. Hey, guess who's graduating in a month, guys. SCARY. Here's a Holiday update to calm my nerves. I have been sucked into the world of tumblr since last summer and have somewhat neglected by beloved Sims.
We left off with the Easter kidlets turning into teens, yes?




Immediately, Huevos sets about feeling his pubescent biceps.

Huevos: Huevos gets buffer every day! He shall have the rippling pecs of Fabio to display on all television screens for housewives the world over to swoon at!



No one has gotten over the burglary yet, even though it's been the equivalent of a few Sim years. You fume over the fact that you never lock any doors, honey.



Well, except maybe for Valentine. He's just having fun like a happy old man. :D Bunny stares in the back disapprovingly.



Bunny: *Derps* Burglars think they can just break in and Grandpa jumps in puddles all day! This is unacceptable! I need to turn this family around! Take it by the reins and steer it on the path of righteousness!

This girl needs a boyfriend.



See? Huevos has no time for fuming! He's got sexy ladies to impress before his career has even launched itself off the ground!



Her name is not Adrienne. I have completely forgotten what she's actually called. Consequently, I have decided that Huevos also doesn't remember.

Huevos: Yes, ADRIANNA! Unfortunately, dating a future soap star such as myself means you will have to learn to tolerate the flocks of women who shall hound my doorstep nonstop!



Not!Adrienne: ... What did you call me?



Huevos: By your name of course, Clarisse! I know that having the entire female population at my feet will be a challenge to endure, but as my one love, I know you can do it!
Not!Adrienne: ...



Turns out Huevos is much too charming for her to resist anyway, even though any reasonable girl would have dumped him like a sack of potatoes by now.
I swear I'll remember her name someday!



Huevos: OH, PHYLLIS! *SMOOCH*
Not!Adrienne: *Too mesmerized to be angry*

D. D, I think it starts with a D.



Back home, Brendan and Sinéad engage in fun pillow times and—GEEBUS BUNNY, STOP MOPING IN THE CORNER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU THIS UPDATE



Here's a close-up of Castor because he is so very pretty. Thanks for the dirty move, Sinéad, let me take a good pic of him there.



Huevos: Your father slept with his wife's half-sister who was thought to be dead for five years!



Chick: Dude, you have to stop watching soap operas. Seriously.



Huevos: HUEVOS TELLS NO LIES! I SHALL RUB SOME SENSE INTO YOU
Chick: asdfgkfkg



Chick: OH GOD, IT'S TRUE! IT'S ALL TRUE!



Bunny: STOP RUBBING LIES INTO MY BROTHER'S HEAD YOU BUM

... I think she's going through a phase.



Huevos: She's just mad that she's related to me and can't have any of thisssssss.

... Augh! *Shudders*



You guys just gonna let the kids run amok like that?
... Really?
... OK, then.



Bunny: Nobody understands my pain! *Composes angsty teen song*

What pain? Being burgled? Because everybody else got over that. >____>



Huevos, I really think he was just humouring you that first time. Stop trying to rub thoughts into peoples' heads.



Brendan: I don't even have a wife, I'm married to a man! What is that boy on about?



And he's married to a man who wins at life. DESERT, PICK THE DESERT.



SCOOOOOORE.



Obviously you start with what's tangible. *Scoffs*



CASTOR IS A GOD.



Me + Penguin: *SHRIEK* D:



Oh thank goodness. *Wipes brow* That is one bus driver with reflexes!



And Brendan gets promoted to Mad Scientist and he can now bask in permaplatness til the end of his days.



Bunny: AAAAAAANGST *Guitar shreds*

No one is paying attention to you anymore, stappit D:<



Edith was then stuck in a glitch wherein she kept wanting to drop off roses like she just had a dream date. Over and over and over again. I had to delete the roses just to get her to stop, but little did I know she was probably trying to recreate the events of her first date with Valentine in an effort to mask her pain.



Because yes, folks. It is time for Valentine to kick the bucket. Goodbye, sir. It was an honour making it through your challenging LTW. May your top 5 businesses be handed down for generations to come just so I don't have to go through that again.



Yep, I think she's still mentally in the past just so she won't have to face the present.



Aaaaany moment now.



Edith: BOOHOOHOOHOOOOO

:(



In every room of the house. It's quite heartbreaking when you hear how broken grieving Sims' sobs sound like.



A night of plundering the galaxy's finest treasures, terrorizing simple spacemen, feared across the Milky Way... but even a pirate weeps for the loss of her father.



Sinéad, don't make that faaaace. D: I can't handle it



Huevos can't sleep following Valentine's passing, so off he goes at 2am to goodness knows where.



Huevos: Hey. Grandpa died. Got nowhere to go and not a penny to my name. How about a glass of Southern Comfort, sweetcheeks?

Nevermind that he's from the richest family in the neighborhood and everyone probably knows it.



Really? You're not gonna check ID or anything?

Huevos: Huevos' charm is enough to convince her!



Huevos: I drown my pain as best I can.



Huevos: I'LL BE MISSING YOUUUUU

No joke, the boy sounds like a wounded gorilla.



Huevos: *Thunks self on head with mic* WHERE ALL MAH BITCHES AT?



Huevos: *Hic* HIT MEH.
Dealer: Kid, are you old enough to gamble?



Huevos: Oh no, my good man. The question is... ARE YOU?



$200 poorer, and that's with Mr. No-Poker-Face-Whatsoever over there. You're lucky you're rich, boy.



It's 7am already, don't you want to catch the bus? No? You're gonna get pumpkin pie instead?



Oh, look who arrives!

Not!Adrienne: Huevos! You look tired!



Huevos: COMFORT ME, MI AMOR!

Y'know what, we'll just let him play hooky just this once.



Bunny has found a quieter means of channeling her angst: reading low-quality romance novels. At least it's cheap!



Castor disapproves of young adult romantic fiction!



Bunny: Perhaps that is what I need! A fresh perspective! I must be bright and perky like Lulubelle from the book!



Bunny: You are the best dad ever! :D

Brendan, why aren't you looking less awkward? Your teenage daughter can see your shamrocks AUGH



Cockblocked by phone!

Huevos: Ah, a fangirl must be calling me! There is not enough time and so little Huevos to go around!



Huevos: Uncle, may I go out and partake in some sexy-looking activities downtown, like dancing?



Brendan: Sneaking off at 2 in the morning to gamble and drink on a schoolnight is fine, but asking permission to go out on a Friday night? PREPOSTEROUS!



Screw the rules, they have money.
I would've brought Chick with them, but he was at work. Come to think of it, I barely have any Chick this update (it's not on purpose, I swear! D:)



Huevos: I'm telling you, cousin! All you have to do is smile and order a drink and they will just hand it to you!

He's a great influence, as you can see.



Huevos: Quick! Test out your flirting skills!
Bunny: Why hello there, good-lookin'! Wanna touch my plumbob?



The thin air on the other side of the bar is aquiver with lust!



Can't sing, can't dance. Dude, if you're not a triple threat, how are you gonna survive showbiz? It's a brutal world!



I just... her face. Look at that face. I can't



Do Sims always strut after a rousing bout of woohoo? Because Brendan just started walking like he was Casanova all of a sudden.



Apparently, that was a very special night under the covers Castor gave him.



LOOK. LOOK, A PICTURE WITH CHICK IN IT. Uh... context, context... COMPARE AND CONTRAST HIS LOOKS WITH HIS FATHER'S. DO YOU THINK THEY LOOK BIOLOGICALLY RELATED? Please write one paragraph in response in blue or black ink. Pencils are prohibited.



Huevos: Finally! Huevos has mastered the art of fitness! Now let the ladies gaze!

Bitch please, The Avengers is coming out this summer. You got a lot of catching up to do.



Bunny just swooned in the middle of the hallway. I swear, she just did a complete 180 personality-wise and I have no idea why. That romance book must have been life-changing!



Remember Victor Bass, Huevos' dad? Sinéad invited him over for some hot reunion loving.



And then proceeded to ignore him in favour of pelting her almost 80-year old mother with snowballs. No, I don't get it either.



Huevos: So, I haven't seen you since I was a kid. And you ignored me for the most part that time.



Victor: Oh, PFFF. Son, can you blame me? I mean, your mother is smokin'! You're old enough to appreciate the ladies now, right?



Victor: What, I'm not wrong!

*facepalm*



Victor: I'll pay for your first lapdance, how's that sound? Eh? Present from your old man?



Huevos is not amused. Your life is like a soap opera! Method acting?

Anyways, it's time to send the Easter generation off to college.



Aaaah, good old dorm with 24 gravestones on its lot—Wait, WTF



WAT. WAT. NO. YOU GUYS BARELY HAVE A RELATIONSHIP. WHAT IS THIS.



VICTOR, YOU LIAR. YOU'RE JUST GLAD HE'S ALL GROWN UP AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING.



Chick grew up in these bright colours and I am keeping him in them. He's majoring in Philosophy.



Huevos grew a... goatee... thing... Anyway, he's majoring in Drama (of course).



And Bunny who's majoring in I don't remember. Y'know what, doesn't really matter because none of their LTWS are career-oriented, so I might just have them drop out halfway through.

But anyways, now it is time for the

HEIR POLL

Seeing as how I've been MIA I don't know who still reads this. Might have to find another way to pick an heir if there are no votes.