What’s this? A chapter? Bla bla bla *insert sincere apologies here*. It’s almost midnight, I’ve got a drink and something to munch on, so let’s do this! Also, fun fact, I wrote this back in September.
Last time; Wolfgang retired, both from his job and his life. Insane twins Spruce and Cactus were born.
Tenderloin: Here goes nothing…
Tenderloin: Why can the bats never stop for a picture?
Mytilus: Grandfather, you look quite alive today. Anything different you did?
Tenderloin: Well, I did quit with that awful plasma juice.
Spruce: *Is being a super cute mess in the background*
I needed the space.
OH HAI, SURPRISE BIRTHDAY!
I constantly change Ham’s wardrobe, this time around I found the composer’s outfit for females. It doesn’t suit her that much, but it’s still awesome.
Keavy and her brother Yuudai in the park. Being teenagers.
Oh, and Keavy’s insane. I love her so much.
Emerald: Would be nice with more kids and less old people here…
Let me tell you, I tried getting you pregnant for the last three days but it would never work since you were too close adulthood. Now you can though.
ANOTHER SURPRISE BIRTHDAY ZOMG!
Eww… You are way too old for eyeshadow.
Tenderloin: Can I at least keep the gloves?
Sure.
Some party or whatever- oh hai Tirkizan!
Ham: Really?
Ham: Gobias, come out of the closet already. And stop wearing old legacy clothes already, it’s creepy.
I thought this look was fine, a bit boring but okay. But then I remembered it looks a lot like Shark from the Southern Prettacy! D: I didn’t mean to! But at least Tenderloin isn’t wearing a porn-stasche and is a pain in the butt.
Just a picture. Surprising how I could take it in that small space.
Emerald: I’m getting a familiar feeling of crossed eyes. It must mean-
Emerald: Yep, I’m pregnant alright.
Emerald: Watermelon om nom nom. I have plans you see *strokes imaginary cat* mmyeeess… ;D
Toddler training. Not very interesting. Moving on…
Oh hai Mortimer!
Mortimer: My tummy hurts… Oh wait, I’m just hungry.
Mortimer: Did you want something?
Oh I have plans you see… but they won’t be revealed until later.
Ice sculptures. Expect a lot, since Grænblár now can make them never-melting.
Emerald: Grænblár, love, I’m pregnant and therefore demand some belly rubbing.
Good thing Grænblár has nothing better to do (take care of his sons).
Zelda: Aw yeah! A pregnant celebrity falling on her behind, now I’ve seen everything!
Emerald: You know Jocasta, I don’t think running around in the sun is a good thing for a vampire. You could get bad sunburns and the smell would cause citizens nearby to hurl their breakfasts.
Jocasta: Gulp! I think you’re right. I’ll just faint now if that’s okay.
A heads up, once you see it (in these three upcoming shots including this one) you will shit bricks. Pregnant ice sculpting, ladies and gentlemen!
Ham: There’s that Goth boy, I’ve heard of the plans…
Ssshh! Don’t tell anyone yet!
I think they might do one more tomorrow, with an even bigger stomach.
Mort: I’ve heard of some secret plans circling this legacy. You know anything, Tenderloin?
Tenderloin: I was told a tiny bit, but the only thing I can slip is that it is what you’d expect from the Overseer.
Dun dun duuun! Virtual cookie if you can find something out of the ordinary in this picture.
They managed one more pregnant sculpture.
Which is good, because the next day Emerald went into labor.
It’s a girl. Exactly according to my plan. Mmmyeeess…
But the plan can’t be completed before we find out the new girl’s looks.
You’re kidding… Please, tell me you’re kidding me…
Mytilus: Well, this will be something to remember for the new child.
Death: Huh, death on a birthday. That’s a new one.
Tenderloin: Don’t leave us, little mussle. We were gonna have cake!
Mytilus: As if I hadn’t had one billion pieces of cake already. Will be interesting to see how my two husbands have gotten along.
Death: Ooohh~ cake! Can I have some.
No! Now leave, please.
Death: Could I have your autograph?
Tenderloin: Alrighty, Death. Anything for a fan.
Death: Thanks man, but that still means I have to reap you sometime soon.
Person person plus.
*Crickets*
Death: So about that daughter of yours…
Tenderloin: Which one?
Death: The one that’s still alive.
Tenderloin: Ham? What about her?
Death: Well, I like her. She’s always fun to see and hear about the stuff she gets into. I hope I never get to collect her soul.
I thought vampires didn’t have souls… Never mind.
Death: So I ask of you, why is this house still a mess?! At least finish the repainting you lazy bum!
And then he left. It’s always a blast when Death decides to stick around. I should give him/her a name.
But yeah, Mytilus the woman with two husbands is gone. She died pretty old, 101 days she was. Even though she was pretty much a clone of her father, she always remained cute as a button and was also a rocking portrait painter. Rest well, heiress of the blue.
And also, another but yeah, here’s the birthday girl. She’s not a clone, and therefore I dub her heiress.
It’s all in my plan you see, if this one would be a clone then Spruce would be heir. Never mind, that’s a big what if, let me stop blabbering and get on with it.
Insta-heiress of green is named Leprechaun (nicknamed Lepre) and she’s a friendly and athletic kid. Her faves are French music, French toast and blue.
Geneticswise (so far what I can tell) she has the skin of her mother, the same black hair that’s been around since Tenderloin, blue eyes (might be from Emerald’s side of the family) and the Bronson nose but the Emerald chubby cheeks.
Mytilus’s urn is put to rest almost immediately in the family graveyard.
Oh, and Keavy’s awesomeness hasn’t rubbed off on her brother. Poor fella.
With Mytilus gone, no one needs her room, so more space in the upper living room it is.
Random people means another birthday. I must be breaking a record this chapter.
The only one who seems to care though is aunt Ham. What does the other people do instead?
Well, at least one half of Lepre is watching TV.
Resident old man Tenderloin is upgrading the kitchen sink.
Uncle Zeleny is playing on the arcade machine.
And these people are doing pretty much nothing interesting in the yard. Well, Kay is trying to charm the basket snake.
Spruce: No one witnessed me develop a fear for water? Upsetting!
Is that really the Bronson jaw Zeleny has? I’m beginning to doubt myself.
Grænblár: Oh my cobbler, why is my half-brother trying to look like me? Since when did you become neurotic?
Cactus: Herpa derp. 8)
You know how ghosts ride cars nowadays? Well, Astro here rides in style.
The insane twins, both favoring mr. greenshirt. I told you about Spruce’s new hydrophobia, but not about Cactus’s easily impressed…ness. Well I did now.
Spruce is the first one to take to the old tradition of sims with the insane trait; staring for hours at paintings.
More on the trivia, Tenderloin has been promoted to garbage man- I mean Dynamic DNA Profiler (that’s the name right?).
The twins are both wearing formals to school. What are the odds?
Ham and Chester are boyfriend and girlfriend for like the billionth time. They won’t go any further until at the end of the legacy, which is quite a few chapters away.
But this time it’s different, I finally remember Ham can paint a portrait of her long time boyfriend.
Spruce: You know something that is rubbish, dear brother?
Cactus: No. What, dear brother?
Spruce: I don’t think we get enough screentime.
Cactus: I second that. >:[
I wouldn’t complain, you’ve had more than twice the screentime of the insta-heiress already.
Who’s on her way to walking on two feet. Yay.
Tenderloin: Hey Mortimer, the Overseer says you need another makeover, and you need to move in.
Mort: Uh, okay?…
Told ya I had plans! :3
Tenderloin: Oh, and you are also apparently looking way too buff, you need to become more scrawny.
First time in… ever I use that old thing.
Much better. But unfortunately he snapped back together like a day later. :[
Another great portrait to add to the pile.
Until Lepre becomes big enough to sleep in a real bed, Mort gets to keep it warm for her. That’s not creepy or anything? 8)
I don’t know if this means the start of regular chapters, but perhaps I should attempt once a week. Only time will tell, until next time…
The Lonely Refinery 
Wait are you trying to get Morty married to Leprechaun…