Finally some blue… digging of the trash.
Last time; Astrotrain and Bronson married, joined the family band and were expecting a bun, as did Tenderloin and Victoria. The two forgotten clone-y kids moved out, as did ex-wife Rochelle. The band had their first gig just before Victoria went into labor.
It’s a girl! Named Ham (thought it would be appropriate to continue with the meat theme) since she’s part of the side generation Pink. She’s a crazy person who prefers solitude, likes to eat goopy carbonara while listening to rockabilly in a room of turquoise. And she’s a Gemini.
*Trying to remember why they have access to a limo…*
Astro: Hahahaa! The cake’s on fire!
Astro: Crepes! Why do I have to this?
Vampire Gnome: I vant to sööck your blöööd! *Hissss*
A while later, the same day…
Bronson: Oh crap! Oh crap! What do I do? What do I do?!
Astro: How about some help?!
Bronson: Wow! This thing’s really cool!
Astro: This is not happening…
Astro: … I’ll just do this myself then…
Poof! Blue gen gets a boy in blue (and pink for the pink, lol) named Hepatica, after a purplish blue flower which is protected from picking in Sweden and is a typical flower for spring.
Painting-of-Victoria: I approve!
Astro: Err… What was I supposed to do now?
Hepatica likes to practice the athletic art out in the great outdoors.
Astro: Oh right! Growing up the kiddo!
Hepatica joins the Hot Dog Appreciation Club while he enjoys the music of pop and the colour of irish green.
Ah, there’s the annoying cross-eyed-ness of Late Night.
Here’s the other kiddo, Ham. She’s a vampire. But wait… Something’s wrong with this picture…
There! Much better. Looks way brighter now. ‘Cept I forgot about the carpet.
Oh well, I take the recolouring in smaller steps.
Bronson: Did we get a new bed?
Astro: Yeah, it’s grandpa’s old one. How about we break it in?
Bronson: A little creepy… but okay!
Also, here’s Astro’s heir portrait makin’ the same pose as Steven did but with more awesome lighting.
I also put some stairs in the house since the elevators have begun to go haywire from time to time.
Close-up of Hepatica, who has most of his facial features (probably all) from mother dear and the hair of Bronson. He also has brown eyes, probably from Bronson’s respective family and I forgot to dye his tips blue.
I felt some clutter in the form of shiny rocks was appropriate.
Bronson is quick to smother his son with love.
Hepatica: Mmphh… Can’t… breathe…
Astro: Get outta my way, supermodel! I’m a 3-star celebrity!
Astro: Woo! Gimme your best, old guy!
The usual meeting of the Hot Dog Appreciation Club.
Vic: I think there’s a spy among us. *Eyes empty plasma pack*
Not long until the next blue baby comes along.
Little piece of vampire meat, Ham, has a much better blend of her parents in her. Skin, eye shape, eye colour belongs to Tenderloin while the hair, ears, nose, mouth and jaw belongs to Victoria. And yes, I forgot to dye Ham’s hair too.
Astro: Hey, dad, I’m preggers again!
Vic: I want another baby too!
Too bad! But Ham is awesome enough.
Off to another gig they go!
While the aunt and nephew get to read some toddler literature under the watch of a face-one babysitter.
I gave Victoria a sweet bike, since she’s a Vehicle Enthusiast and all. I think she named it after a girl…
Find the fault in this picture.
I got them a big mirror instead of the flatscreen because people on the GROUND FLOOR kept watching TV and waking them up.
Time goes on… Gigs are done… No one is there to see it… Fitting thought bubble there, boob maestro.
Suddenly! Astro visits some celebrity’s place.
Well lookie here!
Rochelle: So I have a grandson now?
Astro: Yeah, Hepatica. I have a half-sister now too, Ham.
Astro: You’re not bitter are you, mum?
Rochelle: I am.
Rochelle: But never mind that for now, let me feel my new grandchild.
Of course we can’t leave until we steal from her bathroom.
Vic: Are things all right, Astro?
Astro: Nope. Just went into labor.
Vic: Well don’t just stand here then, woman! Go to the hospital, dang it!
Bronson: Something wrong, star?
Astro: We need to get to the hospital, dude.
After a brief visit, they bring home Mytilus, first part of the blue mussel’s latin name. Still going with the latin theme, yes.
Not only was she born bald with the majority of Bronson’s facial features, she was born with music and art in her blood. Her music of preference is pop, the colour is, appropriately blue, and the food is lobster thermidor.
Also, notice Tenderloin’s ghost there (and by that I mean his faded body). :P
Until next time…
The Lonely Refinery 
Bronson is so adorable and HOLD THE PHONE, Tenderloin’s ghost?! Did I miss something important related to Tenderloin?!
Nah, perhaps I phrased it incorrectly, but when I was taking the picture I zoomed INSIDE of him. So I guess it’s more like his intestines or something. :P