Welcome back!
Aurel: Make it stop!
Wish I could, bud. Only a couple more sim days till you... uh, squeeze that nooboo out. From somewhere.
On a side note, Aurel *really* loathes being knocked up. He's so cranky D:
Oh no. I really didn't expect to be hit hard in the feels when it was Rhys' turn to hit elder hood. I've always gotten attached to all my sims and always have a hard time letting them age into elders. Rhys however, was a different type of hard. It really is unbelievable how attached you get to pixels.
Rhys: No woohoo to send me off into Elderhood?
Nope. Wifey is at work.
Rhys: Lame.
Aurel: *grumblegrumble*
Ariel: *gives no plums*
Apparently Aurel didn't give no plums either. He waddled away shortly after I had Rhys blow out his candles.
Only to come back in to give his old man a token hurrah and a little confetti. He cares a little at least.
Welcome back to Elderhood Rhys. It suits you :D
Rhys: Pffft. Every life-stage suits me.
Touche.
Later that night, after catching an eyeful of Aurel's (and Ariel's, fml) ever expanding bell(ies)y, Elsa reminds her son that certain criteria needs to be met for the Legacy.
Elsa: Isn't it about time for you to propose to Ariel?
Aurel: Oh! It is!
Rhys: *munchmunch*
You guys must think that Rhys is the most boring thing ever, huh?
I promise he's much more fun to play than he is to photograph >_>
*waddles into kitchen*
Aurel: Ariel, will you marry me? Say yes and I won't ever use your voodoo doll again. Say no and well... I'll make you marry me.
Ariel: Uh, not that you're giving me much choice, but yes. I'll marry you.
In the wee hours of the morning, Aurel rises with a painful problem.
Aurel: GET. IT. OUT.
To the hospital with you!
And my friends... the game wasn't done trolling me.
Yes.
Twins.
And whilst crying tears of misery, we named the hell-spawn Bellamy and Bassam.
Are we done? Oh, no, the game's not gonna take it easy on me.
It's Ariel's turn!
No, not triplets, thank god. Just a single birth.
We've dubbed the pink one Bronwyn.
And because I lied last chapter and said Rhys had already hit MVP in his sports career. But I found this screen and remembered that he was an Elder (and therefore stupidly hard to keep him from being tense and overtired at work) when he finally hit level 10.
Yay new treadmills!
Aurel. Why?
Aurel: I feel strange and inexplicably drawn to this spot. What's that sound?
At this point, if he came back pregnant, I was done. I had to walk away for a little while, lol.
Aurel: Uh, creator. What's happening?
You're visiting the magical world of butt probing. That's what. Have fun.
Apparently, being somewhat of being a masochist (thanks for passing that along Elsa...) Aurel rather enjoyed his time with the aliens.
They even beamed him back down gently.
And he came back randy.
Aurel: MMM! They sure do know what they're doing with that probe.
*plugs ears* LA LA LA, can't hear you!
The squalling bags of poop, cry, feed and poop one after another. It's kinda good that I saved up Rhys and Elsa's vacation days.
Also, Rhys decided he just had to do sit-ups in the tiny nursery. There's a time and place, Rhys!
Meanwhile, Ariel being a nerd brain means she needs to fix all the things.
Too bad Rhys has pretty much upgraded all the things. Thankfully there's something about Aurel that makes everything break. Like an aura. A destructive one.
...Ariel, you're getting kinda buff. Would it kill you to lay off the weights? You're getting... top heavy.
Ah. Well, don't electrocute yourself.
Ariel: Pfft. I'm a programmer for a reason.
Because I made you one?
Ariel: *glares* Couldn't you let me have that one thing? I could have kept telling myself that I made at least *one* choice of my own.
Uh... No?
Ariel: Ass.
So the kiddies grew up.
Finally. They were so bad.
I don't know it was because there were three of them or not, but every few hours they were squalling.
Anywho...
Bassam.
He rolled Slob and a Rambunctious Scamp, so I guess he'll love getting all stinky from playing. He inherited dads eyes and moms hair. I'm guessing that nose (thanks again Elsa) got passed along as well.
Oh boy is that gonna be fun to breed out.
Bellamy aged up right behind him. Again... the nose. Brown eyes and blond hair.
He rolled Art Lover (what a shocker! Music and Art... this family loves both) and Artistic Prodigy.
Ack, that nose again.
Bronwyn rolled Loves the Outdoors and Rambunctious Scamp.
Oooh! Green eyes. And because I don't have another female (aside from Sif) spare, Bronwyn will offically carry on the legacy, her brothers will stay in house as well and spawn with all the townies. Fun times.
Bron and Bas put the new jungle gym and pirate ship to good use.
Bronwyn: This is great. The clouds are so pretty. The grass so green.
Bassam: What grass? We live in a barren wasteland.
So. I had a mod that was supposed to make the clay ball give creativity. Apparently it's borked as well.
Needless to say, it was deleted shortly after.
Ariel: But I'm having so much fun with it!
Yea. So much that you won't put it down even if you're starving.
Mmm, Rhys is finishing up his music aspiration. Enjoying the fireplace and the lovely atmosphere of the great room.
Rhys: Ah, nothing more soothing than the dulcet tones of me.
Way to be modest.
Rhys: Don't gotta be modest when I have the skill to back it up.
That is true.
Bronwyn seems to be enjoying grandpa's music as well.
Bronwyn: I want to be as good as grandpa!
That's the artistic prodigy talking. You won't when you hit your teens.
Ariel: So, I was thinking. We haven't gotten married yet.
Aurel: ...been busy, dearest.
Elsa: I haven't had enough caffeine to deal with this.
Aurel: Why don't we just get married right here, right now?
Ariel: Works for me.
Elsa: *headdesk* Why did we buy that alter?
Wishful thinking. Cause we're never gonna use it.
Elopement spaaaaaam.
Ariel: No more voodoo doll. You promised.
Aurel: Did I?
Ariel: *kicks shin* Yes.
Aurel: Oh, silly me, I forgot.
And because Aurel is Aurel.
*prrrrffft*
Ariel: I'm going to pretend you didn't just do that.
Ariel: Well, at least it isn't a re-sized, stolen one again. Nice job dear.
Aurel: Totes learned my lesson.
You stole your mom's ring, didn't you.
Aurel: ...Maybe.
*smooches*
Then Ariel waddles off to pee.
And because I refuse to build more than one bathroom, Ariel suffers.
As does Rhys.
Ariel: OMP, that didn't just happen! Watcher, how could you!?
Quit staring at me! It's creepy!
Rhys: I'm standing in my daughter-in-law's pee.
Um, sorry not sorry?
Aurel: Awesome job keeping Ariel from peeing! *cackles*
Rhys: *willfully ignorant* Whatever makes ya happy son.
Father-Son bonding. Aurel style.
Gross.
Aurel has recently spun the want to clog sinks. And not just any sinks. His neighbors sinks.
So we head over to the Landgrabs (who I know have an extra a or something in their name somewhere and was just moved one lot over in order to demolish their house) and Aurel just couldn't help himself.
He was standing right there!
*stabs*
Malcolm: I suddenly don't feel so good ma.
*cackles*
Aurel: They'll never know it was me!
Of course not. You only came over, poked their son almost to death via his voodoo doll on the front porch and then entered their house for an indeterminate amount of time.
You're sure to get away with this dastardly deed.
Aurel: *irritable sigh* Ok. I get it.
Next house is the his brother from another mother's.
Aurel: Don't mind me! I'm here to take a look at that sink of yours.
Romero: ...Uh, I don't remember calling a plumber.
Aurel: *waves him off* Of course you did. Now, I'll just be going...
*cackles*
Aurel: Ugh! Watcher, it broke!
Isn't that what you wanted?
Aurel: No! I wanted it clogged!
Well, it counted and just as annoying as a clog, so I'm guessing breaking them works too.
Annnnnd one more.
This guy watched Aurel clog his sink. With a smile on his face.
Creepy.
Aurel: You're telling me.
Elsa: Watcher... I feel, like I want to lay down.
Oh no you don't! You're not even on the property! How am I supposed to move your headstone?
Elsa: Seems like a personal problem to me.
Grim: Huh, not everyday I reap someone off their lot.
So, while I'm spamming both Aurel and Rhys to plead with the reaper, I'm not so silently freaking out. Cause I don't want to not be able to move Elsa's headstone and because I've never had a sim die off of the home lot I didn't wanna chance it.
Thankfully Aurel made it down and was able to plead his case and Elsa was saved.
Having been brought back from death, Elsa was disgustingly happy.
So, I took advantage and used it to work on Rhys and her's slightly deteriorated love bar.
Hey, don't judge, she's been almost permanently attached to her easel.
Reaffirming their love. Woohoo style.
Yes, she got the extremely uncomfortable moodlet afterwards, but it was worth it!
Till next time!
