The Picklesworth Legacy 7.4

[silvereriena]

I LIIIIIIIIIVE.



GUESS WHO HAS EMERGED FROM SIMMING LIMBO. I've been super busy lately, but since summer is rolling on by, I've finally gotten a bit of time to sim again. I may or may not have also been caught up in not-Sim video games as well. This update is also a wee bit shorter than my previous ones, but hey, at least I pooped out something, right? Not literally, of course.




Soooooo part of the reason it took me so long to put out an update was that there was an eleventy billionth hood explosion, at which point I went PFFFFFF FUCK IT and didn't think about the Sims for months. But then I recently decided to grab my saved character files and plopped them into a dry landscape for a change of scenery.

The Picklesworths now find themselves braving the new frontiers of Cinnamon Creek. The spares didn't accompany them because I was too lazy to play more than one house to get back into the swing of things, but we'll populate this hood with more spare sproglets soon enough.




Ivy: The spares are sending us e-mails about how they're doing back in Dewey Hills! It's too bad they decided not to move with us. :D

Yeah... Yeah, let's go with that. >______>




John: Hugs?
Elise: PFFFFT NO DAD I DON'T WANT YOUR COOTIES :D




Elise: I'd rather play with Grandma instead!

Well, Catalina is more fun to play with than a barrel of moncchichis. Can't fault you there!




Mirabelle brought home a girl who looks like she's inhaled one can of paint too many. This is looking to be a promising hood!




EXCUSE YOU WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING.

Hilda: This is how we greet newcomers!

Do you know how many Gnomey O'Shamrocks this family has been through? Do you!??




Mirabelle COMPLETELY IGNORES Hilda's ceramic theft because she's got the one bolt hotness for her. Justice has been squashed in favour of frazzled hormones! DX




I hope you're distracting her so you can reach back and pull out the gnome that must be protruding from her back pocket.




... Or that. Batman would've gotten that gnome back by now.




Hilda: Dayum, those are some nice tracts of land! *Stare stare*

This isn't over. ಠ_ಠ




Turns out I didn't have to wait long for payback. Ivy was only too happy to saunter out and reclaim the Picklesworth ancestral statuette.

Ivy: Nyehehehehe. Steal our symbolically green family heirloom, eh? I'll show her!




Do you know who the younger kids bring home? Not a gnome napper. This girl, who presumably went to school in her swimsuit and inner tube. And regrets not a thing. Shine on, you little aquatic fiend.




Mirabelle: Uuuuuuuuggghhhh homework is so haaaAAAAaAAAAArrrrddd.
Tommy: If you listen to Mr. Bear, he'll tell you all of the answers. *Creepy stare*

Yeaaaaaah, I don't know why he was walking around with a bear and staring at his sister. Don't ask me to understand the Sim mind, man. It's a dark place.




When he's not being a creep, you can find Tommy playing with his twin, Phoebe. Remember her? The only one this generation who didn't get the damn dark blue eyes that seem to permeate this family and who I am not totally biased towards?




Elise: DIE, SUCKAAAAAASSSS! *AGGRESSIVELY CLICKS*

Hey. Hey, you. Go blow out your birthday cake!




I haven't played this in so long that I can't believe it's time for another birthday so soon! Mirabelle is more nauseated than excited for some weird-ass reason. That vanilla cake is the same one that your ancestors have feasted on, woman! It's too late to get the stomach churnings!




Sim kids always get that mischievous look when they're thinking up a birthday wish. What are they plotting in those pixelated little brains? I told you, man. DARK PLACES.




Is she as adorable as a button? Why yes! I think so! Now clad in a courageous splash of orange, Elise rolled Knowledge and wants to become a space pirate. She likes bespectacled sims in their swimsuits, but not the stinky ones. And she is into girls, just like Mirabelle. My gawd, they really are practically identical.




Catalina couldn't be arsed to attend her granddaughter's birthday party because there were butterflies to cruelly seal! I guess it's good that she has a hobby now that her manhunting days are over?




Mirabelle brought this lovely lady home. Trying to play the field just like Grandma, eh? Eh? *Waggles eyebrows*




Mirabelle: NOOGIE TIME
Regina: AAACK

Oh. Well, maybe Elise will like her!




Elise: EW NO. I DON'T WANT MY SISTER'S NOOGIE LEFTOVERS.

You people are so hard to please. :T




Even Tommy is shocking his parents with his dreams of a career in the paranormal. How... horrible?

Tommy: When I grow up, I want to be like the matchmaker and get paid to make Sims fall from the sky!
Ivy: GASP! There will be no crystal balls in this household!




It's nice to see that even after all this time, the family tradition of bludgeoning each other with a baseball is still going strong. *Misty eyes*




Catalina: OH GOD MY HIP
Elise: You taught me that move, Grandma. The student has now become the master.




Aaaaand then she passes out in the backyard. Because going inside and up the stairs to her bedroom is just too much effort after all that ball. Sims, I love you, but you guys have the intelligence of a piece of lint that has been festering in a pocket too long.




See what I mean? It's an epidemic.




And then Cesar thought he'd remid me that no simming is complete without some good ol' pancake combustion. Gee, it's like I never left!

Cesar: YEEEE-HAWWWW. YOU'RE WELCOME!




Phoebe: I wanna see Grandma's butterflies!

Wat. She actually caught some? I didn't stick around long enough to find out. Well, this won't be an awkward meeting!




Phoebe: GASP. Are they dead!???

Well I didn't know they were marinating in the backyard!




Phoebe: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW

Oh God, I made a child Sim cry! *Panics*




John and Ivy are too busy in the living room to respond to their daughter's distressed sobbing. Spontaneous serenades are too alliteratively alluring to avoid!




Lololol he looks like he's grabbing his chest. *Is 12*




I guess it's up to the grandparents to take care of the little 'uns. And Cesar really is a sweet old fart. <3 Caring elder and an intact marriage due to his ignorance of his wife's past canoodlings? Best spouse is best.




Mirabelle: DAMN. Who wouldn't date me?

The girls you keep noogying, for one. No one likes a scalp burn, m'dear.




She took it to mean that sibling noogies are a free-for-all. Nice example to the younger ones there, Mirabelle! And in front of your grandpa, too!

Cesar: *Too spaced out to notice*




Mirabelle: Ha! I can't believe you keep letting me do that!
Elise: FUCK YOU I WAS CAUGHT OFF GUARD

Where is parental control when I need it!?




Busy breaking in the new couch instead. No, no. That's fine. Just don't make it into a display.




Maid: ... Too late.

GODDAMMIT.




You know what makes for good brain bleach? Double the birthday cake! Eeeeeh, I'm so excited for the pretties!




Oh, Tommy. You are the lone sausage in a sea of clams this generation. I'd like you more if you were more interesting and didn't have those BLUE EYES OF CRUSHING DOMINANCE.
*Coughs* In related news, he's a Popularity Sim who wants to be a celebrity chef, which I can only assume comes from the fact that he's been inundated with stories of Hugh and his legendary iron cheffing. You dream big, son.
Also, he's into creative brunettes but sadly discriminates against redheads.




And then there's HHNGGNGFHGH so preeetttyyyyy andnoblueeyes <3 <3 <3 Phoebe rolled Family and her LTW is to reach her golden anniversary which is ridiculously easy and makes me love her even more. Now I just have to find her a fat, logical guy who lack charisma.




Phoebe: Oh really? *Cuteface*

Gaaaaaah. *Loves*




See, look! The spares are totally still alive and sending in cash! Hahahaha... haha... ha.




It's the weekend, which means obligatory outings for all of the teenage tykes! So I sent them to the pre-made roller rink because I haven't had time to really populate the hood with more community lots and ooooooh. You'd rather wage your noogie wars in this here neutral ground. WELL FINE THEN SEE IF I CARE.




Tommy: The horrors I have seen...
Mirabelle: Can I get in on this?






It was a never-ending attack... You could smell burning hair for miles... Oh, the skull aches! Oh, the simmanity! *Collapses*




They have even resorted to trickery to lure the enemy!

Elise: C'mon, I just want a hug...
Mirabelle: GET AWAY FROM ME WITH YOUR DEADLY KNUCKLES




Guess who's the only one actually doing what you're supposed to be doing in a roller rink. As if you needed more proof of Phoebe's awesome!

Phoebe: Aaaaayyyy!




Admittedly, my standards are not set very high because these are Sims we're talking about. They will piss themselves because they can't just walk over a plate in a one-tile hallway.




... Are you sure you guys don't want to join in?

Elise: Nah man, we're good.




I sent them to the local café so they could actually enjoy themselves, but then they all scattered to the four winds. Elise bumped into Regina (the girl Mirabelle so graciously gave a hippo handing to).

Elise: Look, if I use my wrist instead of my knuckles, it shouldn't hurt as much. What do you say?




Regina is less than impressed with this family's noogie obsession.




Meanwhile, someone managed to find their way behind the coffee counter. You sneaky salamander, you!

Phoebe: Oooh, those machines look pretty cool!
Barista: Miss, I don't think you're allowed to be back here.




Phoebe: Don't mind me, I'm just watching!

And of course he lets her stay there because she's just too cute to deny. Let us hope she only uses that power for good!




Soooo, Tommy's blasting music and Elise is revoking her promise of unleashing knuckle-free noogies, much to Regina's dismay.




Mirabelle didn't even bother going into the café and played video games beside the car. THIS WAS NOT THE OUTING I WAS HOPING FOR.




Phoebe is once again the only one doing stuff this community lot was intended for. Your coffee cup is putting you in the lead here, BB. I don't know what that means.

And with that, this chapter comes to an end. The simming bug, she bites again!