The Dulcibella Legacy

Generation 2 Chapter 2

Welcome back! If, that is, this is ever posted and there is a back to come back to. Anyway, since I’d be posting all of my chapters at once, I’m not doing any recap! At least for now… Even though I know if this ever gets read, then there is no way someone would read it all in one sitting. But, whatever.… Sparkles what are you doing?

Sparkles: “I’m a grownup, because I hold the newspaper really high up.”

Looking at these two, part of me wishes I made Claude the heir…But I’ve already stated my reasons on why I didn’t, and I’ll go on supporting those. Maybe.

Anyway, the girl who is green is Astra, and the other is Sparkles. Sparkles is from the main line, through Nathan, and Astra is her cousin, the daughter of Claude.

Nathan: “Hey, I feel funny.”

Oh! I forgot to say last chapter that a bad chance card got him fired from his job. So now he’s in culinary, which was his second life time want. I’m doing a lot of those this time. Normally I ignore sims after they’re permaplat…

Nathan: “What?”

I guess you didn’t take Harmony’s warning. Mehehe. Claude has adorable alien children, so let’s see if you can have one. I want cuteness… But not too much. No spouse clones!

No! Slave get him off of that! I don’t need him to have another alien baby!

Slave: “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m trying. He won’t hang out with me…”

SPARKLES!

Sparkles: “What?”

You didn’t go to school! Shame on you!

Sparkles: “School is for wusses.

You know, I have a plastic surgery machine. Whether I like you or not could be a big thing for your future.

Slave just got permaplat. About time!

Slave: “You‘re the one that didn’t get me the skill points I needed.”

You’re the one working.

Time to see what the twins look like! I’m not really hopeful…

… I seem to have forgotten to take a picture of them grown up… Oops? They managed to grow up into the same outfit. They must really hate me.

Nathan: “Ow! Why am I pregnant again?”

Because your kids look like you.

Nathan: “Isn’t that a good thing?”

Oh, forget it.

Nathan, you suck. I don’t need more twins in this house! Do you realize that is five kids now? And their both boys! 6 out of 9 children this generation are boys. That’s not even!

Wait, they have brown hair… does that mean?

Yes! It’s Vis’s Alien Dad! Score! More chances for pointy ears!

…

That means that these two are half siblings and cousins to Claude’s boy. See, there he is. That sounds sort of Eew. But, I guess there’s weird stuff involved with aliens. *shrug*

Slave: “Shame on you baby for dirtying your diaper.”

Please just change them!

Slave: “They’re not my kids.”

Too bad!

Slave! You don’t need to feed the baby that was just fed! And you really should not feed them with the bottle that they just drank from and was on the floor!

Slave: “They didn’t finish. They have to finish.”

Put the bottle down, and put Teagan back in his crib.

Dun---dun dun—dun, danananana.

Poor Nathan. Now both his parents are dead.

Oh well, less people to take care of.

Bye Perfect Genetics! I’ll miss your Mohawk!

Bye Joey!

And now for the twin aliens to grow up! I’m excited! Bring on the ears and small noses!

I am thoroughly disappointed.

No ears and they both have the nose and mouth, again!

I don’t want those!

Sparkles didn’t bother with a cake. And I’m too lazy to go shopping for clothes, so she’s keeping that. And I’m tired of calling her Sparkles, so I’m gonna call her Sparks.

So, Sparks, what did you roll?

Sparks: “Popularity.”

Thank you for not rolling romance.

… I think they’re identical. This really pushes my buttons… Where oh where are the cute kids? Why won’t the genes leave?

Bored. The only purpose this picture serves is that Nathan has now reached his second lifetime want. I’m pretty sure I’ve said that I don’t normally have sims reach their second, but I didn’t know what else to do with him.

Hmm.. This seems to have degenerated into birthday pictures… Oh wellSamuel and Chris are teens now.

Oh, yeah… Slave’s pregnant. Didn’t mention that.

Please be missing at least one of Nathan’s ugly features!Also, I’ve decided that no matter what happens with this birth, this child is the heir. No contest.

Homework party.

*yawn* bored.

Another birthday. Sparkles looks how I feel. Bored of all of this.I probably should have waited to grow David up until Nathan got home, but I was too excited to see what he looks like.

Also, I know I said that this guy would be the heir, but if he’s ugly, then Slave has just enough time to have another kid. But anyhow, please be cute!

Yay! Happy dance! That’s slaves mouth! I love you, David!

… I think I’m going to make her have another kid anyway. Then I’ll pick between him and his new sibling.

Slave: “Why are you being so indecisive?”

… wait a minete. Why are you growing up? You still have a week left.

Sparks: “Will power. I don’t want to be here any longer. You don’t appreciate me, or my siblings because we look like our dad. So I’m going to take them and leave.”

What?

Sparks: “That’s what I said. I’m taking my siblings, so that we don’t have to feel inferior anymore.”

But you can’t!

But…

Come on guys, don’t leave!

Sparks: “Too late. We’re already going.”

Okay…

Slave: “I wonder why they left. We’re great parents.”

Nathan: “I know.”

Slave: “Do you smell something?”

Nathan: “Not really.”

Slave: “I think I’ve spent most of my adult life pregnant.”

Yeah, you have. Don’t worry, this is the last one. Even if I wanted you to have another you don’t have enough days.

Slave: “Thank you.”

Slave: “tickle tickle tickle!”

I love toddlers.

Um… why are you in your underwear?

Slave: “It’s the Tai Chi glitch again. Not that I mind.”

Well I do. Go put some clothes on.

Slave: “Oh, come on.”

No. Clothes now.

Slave: “Woot! I’m not the one holding the birthday kid!”

Yay! He’s also missing the swanky jaw! Pretty cute, even if he has that one nose.

And the next morning, we have Slave giving birth.

Slave: “I am so done with this.”

This is only your fourth time. There are plenty of other sims who give birth more often than you.

Slave: “Shut up.”

Slave: “Yay, I met someone new!”

Nathan: “Holy cow! How many babies are there going to be?”

This is it Nathan. Don’t worry. It’s only one, and this is it.

*exhales*

Slave: “Why do I always hold the babies?”

Because you’re just so good at it.

Slave: “That’s not a reason.”

Too bad. It’s all you get.

Yay! She doesn’t have the one nose! She has the mouth, and I’m not sure about the jaw. I’m so excited! These are a good two to pick from! Her name is Lydia.

David: “So this is what a little sister is like.”

Yeah.

David: “Can she do anything else?”

Um… not tons. But she will when she’s older.

David: “I hate waiting.”

Slave: “But I don’t want to get older!”

Should have thought of that before you married into a legacy.

Nathan: “Don’t worry, aging isn’t so bad.”

Slave: “How would you know? You’ve never become an elder before, either.”

Slave: “Well, I guess it could be worse.”

Exactly.

And now the terrible angle picture.

Lydia: {I know it’s your birthday, but I demand attention.}

… It’s sort of weird to think that an elder has a child who is still a toddler. My fault.

Really? REALLY?

I am SO glad Nathan is an elder now.

Nathan: “I didn’t want to retire, though.”

I know, but you and Slave work at the same time. I need someone here to babysit for your kids.

… yup, still feels weird.

Oh, come on Slave! Just because I let you max your skills, doesn’t mean you have to start making lobster thermidor whenever you are hungry!

Slave: “But I wanted it.”

I don’t remember inviting you over.

Harmony: “I’m a family member. I can come over whenever I want.”

Slave: “Last one. This is the last time I have to twirl a baby.”

Toddler.

Slave: “Same thing.”

Half the people here: “Slave’s a popularity sim.”

Guys, it’s Lydia’s birthday, not Slave’s. How many times has something like that been said?

Lydia has the jaw and mouth. Maybe she’ll grow into them?

Lydia: “Wishful thinking.”

*sigh*

David: “Lydia, why are you hiding behind me?”

Lydia: “Because there’s a camera. I’m shy.”

And she also has 8 neat points. Where did she get those from? Slave and Nathan have a total of three between them.

Even with that nose, he’s adorable. But he’s also my sim, so I’m pretty biased.

David: “Ahh! Grandpa! I’m a pop sim, not knowledge!”

Perf! Stop scaring my sims. Seriously, he is a non stop visitor, who scared three people this specific night. And he is constantly scaring my sims on every other night. Don’t make me put a moat around your grave!

David: “Okay, matchmaker, I need an attractive girl!”

Matchmaker: “How much are you willing to pay?”

David: “Is 5,000 enough?”

Matchmaker: “Great! … er… I suppose it will have to do.

Sorry David. She‘s pretty, but I’m sick of black hair. More recessives!

I lose all faith in the matchmaker. Well, I already had none. Why do I still use you again? I need someone different!

Okay, let’s try changing David’s turn-ons.

There! Recessives! She’s not exactly pretty, but she isn’t ugly either. I could use some genetic diversity. Any nose is better than the one we already have.

Things didn’t exactly go well… That face sums it up. And while they are finger gunning each other, they are both doing the person person minus minus. Guess she’s not going with you to college. I’ll have to find you a girl there instead.

And another birthday! I am so sick of these…

Lydia: “You’re not taking me shopping, are you?”

Nope. I don’t feel like going downtown right now. So no new outfit for you.

Lydia: “This is awful.”

David: “Remind me why I have to do this?”

Money. Not that the greek house really needs it, but money. Well, I guess it does. If I ever decide to rebuild it, rather than keep adding more rooms to it.

Lydia: “Dad, why are we sitting here?”

Nathan: “That one voice told me that I have to name an heir. And while she used the word ‘choose’ she told me who to pick.”

Hey! You weren’t supposed to say that! Follow the script!

Slave: “Can I eat the Lobster Thermidor on the floor yet?

David: “I would really rather be playing a game.”

Nathan: “So, David, that means you’re the heir.”

David: “Oh, okay.”

Lydia: “Was I even considered?”

Yes actually. But I decided that I hated the jaw more than the nose. I can live with the nose. It has character.

Slave: “Lobster Thermidor?”

Slave: “Have fun in college!”

Lydia: “Hey, dummy, the door front door isn’t that way. It’s behind me!”

David: “I’m going the scenic route.”

Which apparently means going through the kitchen, into the dining room, back into the hall, and then out the front door.

Lydia: “Ha! I just maxed all my skills! Bet you wish I was heir now.”

Um… what kind of knowledge sim leaves their homework undone?

Lydia: “Meh. I already know the stuff they want me to write down. No learning there.”

And, because I suck at taking pictures, it’s time for Lydia to go to college.

Slave: “Bye! Have fun!”

Lydia: “I’m a knowledge sim. Of course I’ll have fun. So much to learn!”

And, since I’m lazy, this is my solution to not wanting to play elders for three sim days till it was at the right time for David to come back. I was worried they wouldn’t live that long, but they still have at least a week left. Well, maybe less. Oh well.

This is the end of the chapter! Kind of short, but whatever. Now it’s time for college! Where I only sent two of the seven kids this generation! … well, two of eleven, if you count Claude and Harmony’s kids. Anyhow, happy simming!