Finally, an update!
Last time: Four puppies, a baby, and a robot were had, not in that order. Juan got old.


This is Diana. How can I tell? She's getting attention. I kind of wish EAxis hadn't been so lazy with the puppies. First, I could put the spares up for adoption sooner, and second, puppies are much cuter when they are tiny versions of what they will become.

So I made them this pool ages ago, but they never seem to want to swim autonomously. I don't get it, usually Sims refuse to get out of the pool.

This was adorable. Until it went on for Sim HOURS in the highest traffic area of the house.Why can't they just WooHoo like rabbits, like everyone else's Legacy elders?

Pretty much everyone in the house is better at being a Family Sim than Juan, who actually is one. Foster makes an adorable grandma. But I am partial.

Oh hey guys, a sunbathing picture. That's only note worthy for two reasons, right?

So I forgot my game likes to take around 10 minutes to apply overlays, so I thought it had borked. But no, just the weirdest sunburn texture ever. Why is it so... splotchy about the face?

Foster is a good daddy. And Ian has a very, very ugly nursery.

JUNIPER MY LOVE! My only Sim to do the dance. And who's that? It isn't katu_sims's Q, is it? Bwehehehe I forgot I put her in the Gamer track before townifying.

Yes I love the dance even when it is the stinky dance. I love seeing my Sims be self-satisfied.

Hurhur she is eating grilled cheese! Seriously guys, I apologize, I maybe took a lot more Q pictures than I am sharing here, because I'm a disgusting fangirl.

Oh, hey. It's birthday time. Way to have cropped most of the cake out of the picture, me.

TEETH! So, it looks like Ian is a good blend between the folks, which is to say he looks generically like every Sim kid I get.

Could Q be... missing her own children? She's so sad (and freaking gorgeous).

Or, uhm... not. Why so angry, Q?

Oh I see. You're crazy.

Uh, I don't know why I took this. To show that I chose hair and dinosaurs? He does seem to have the lower lip of the family, but his nose must come from Dad.

Speaking of which, I started him on "Summon Aliens" or whatever it's called, since I unlocked it.

So Castor spends a lot of his time doing this. That is, Castor WASTES a lot of his time doing this, as I discovered later that alien abduction is EAxis-borked (tried without download folder, etc) in my game.

The puppies become men! And woman. Here is Clark (to whom Hal is pretty much identical),

And of course Diana. The difference is her tail is not curly.

Uh, and Bruce. Of course he's the odd one out. He's The Batman.

Oh, yeah. Juniper is pregnant again. Did I mention? I can't have just one to choose from, c'mon, this is a Legacy!

Bruce wins because he doesn't look like a bloated marshmallow creature.

Durga is, of course, pleased because I am keeping her favorite of the four. But she seems a little TOO happy to be giving up three dogs.

Okay. I don't make over walkbys or townies in general. But Tuesday had some godawful hair and an awesome name and I KNEW there was pretty in there so here it is. Granted she's still got the somewhat ridiculous belly-tied button up, but the hair is nicer.

Back to where we were! Everyone loves to "appreciate X" in the fancy bathroom. Plus this shows off Durga's perma-stretched skeleton, which I think is lovely.

Oh, there is a toddler about, isn't there? Knocking speech out of the ballpark...

We move to potty training. Castor's PT face is VERY Ten. I do not regret the makeover even a little.

Confession! I am regretting using big dogs, because for some reason EAxis failed with them more than a little. But not right now. Dogmeat is fantastic.

Oh, hey. Castor can attempt his LTW. *snicker*

Uh, Durga? Durga, I know it's pretty, and the idea of swimming in what looks like the endless stars is alluring... but... you're a robot.

Durga: Hah. I am fine. There are delightful bubbles and my sensory input is taking in the delicious scent of grilled cheese.

That'd be because you're short circuiting and I'm sure some of the unnecessary cheese you've eaten is now on fire.

Also, here. The howl is ADORABLE. Lookit his little mouth all like :O

So, remember how I said it was borked? Yeah, that's why you got no abduction pictures. I had to make alien pregnant. THAT'S RIGHT I CHEATED. I had to. My game isn't playing fair.

Practically pink dust. Why do we need pink dust again? Did... Did I ask that already? o.o

... I agree. Holy cats, that face template is hot as hell. Hell-O Mr. Garden Club man would you like to fertilize my plot Ohohohooo.. *ahem*

Yeah, it's more not-Gables spam. Look at that nose. That brow. I am forgiving his dumbass hair and the fact that he shakes his head after looking at everything in the yard.

Haha, how did I get in? Also, I might have inititated the review without remembering that I had a weed plot going out back to attract wolves and that my stupid legacy apple tree is a little bitch. Anyway, Foster got what she wanted.

Why is he staring so forlornly at the teethbrushing picture while thinking of the parasite within his, uh... bowels? Within his plumbbob. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

AMOK AMOK AMOK AMOK!! /reference (Also, weird tidbit: I love the curve of her torso and up her arm in this animation. It's artisically fascinating to me)

Note: This picture is right after the last picture. At least two Sim hours of me first following Durga around giggling at her amok-ness, and then wondering when it would end, ensued between.

Man-Pop! That or he let a really big one rip just then. FART JOKES I AM HIGH CLASS.

Again, this... I just took it. Who knows why. I also think I want new default eyes. These ones are too high gloss and dark about the eyes.

Heehee Durga I do not think that is how you do that. Alternatively, this is machine porn. Who knows.

Foster: Oh, a down arrow in my garden? I must spray it!

Wait I can't see!

I know, I'll just inhale this smog, that'll help, right?

Why it appears that my clothes have changed!!
(Oh yeah I didn't get a good screen of it but Foster retired)

Here, we see the Robot taking on a surrogate Human Child to make up for the fact that she has no ability to properly reproduce.

In cases such as these, the small human cubs often form deep attachments to their robotic mothers. This one is forever grateful for being granted mobility by a supposedly unfeeling collection of wire and bolts.

My guess is that someone got Foster high (not pictured, but from all the spraying of her happy pollen or whatever it's called and plucking of daises FROM HER OWN HEAD, I would not be surprised if she did it to herself) and then shoved her down the waterslide. I mean, that's the only explanation for her face I can think of.

Pop has become POPPING.

Castor is just contemplating driving that fork into his face to see if it stops all this from happening.

Here is, uh... I think Susan. And also a reminder that since I changed my baby clothes mesh, I need to change my baby clothes texture.

Yay. -.- Seriously, does it need to be a set of twins in EVERY family/generation? I promise I'm not cheating or using cheesecake on the sly.

*sigh* So here is Steven. Unless it's the other way around. But I'm pretty sure he's the one with the discolored head. And here is where I realized I hadn't saved since before Foster got Plantsimmed, and I had not re-randomized the generator. So one of these two is probably identical to Ian (except, spoiler alert, their personalities/starsigns don't match?).

Again, with the random close-ups. At least we know what he looks like as a toddler really well?

Oh, Durga, you're so playful.

And also a total B. But playfully?

Here comes Peter Cottontail..... (did you know Servos can go into Social failure?)

I am reasonably sure that a Plantwoman doing pseudo-erotic maintanence on a female android while a presumably female FurSuit bunny watches is a kind of porn. And it is now, if it wasn't.

Susan does NOT like the bouncy chair.

Bump #2 Alert. Better than the bump itself, because he looks so concerned for his poor an pen-plumbbob.

As opposed to here, with the dumb smile. Also, with two elders, two adults, a toddler, two infants, three large dogs, a robot, and a bird--I was concerned for the future playability of the lot. So I checked. No twins expected!

Ian, er, eats dog food off the floor under the table. He has such good parents.

Steven: I adore you, Daddy.
Susan: I hate you! Pay attention to me! Make this thing stop meowing!!
Castor: Why. Why do these exist? Do I really have to have another?

Juniper paints the best picture from Princess Maker 2 EVER. It's Springtime in the Mountain at, er, 12? I think between 10-12. LOVELY.

Next time: The life cycle continues, and we find out exactly what's been growing in poor,  poor Castor. And there are some changes!