Can you tell I’m running out of ideas for chapter titles? Maybe I should just put random shit for a title, that would be interesting…
Last time; the turquoise generation debuted with Grænblár (who was born a vampire because Cale became a vampire for a day. WTF?), the ghosts were pretty active, Mytilus was being cute as always and the vampirella gnomes were multiplying at an alarming rate (where do they come from?).
Cale: Go to sleep now, son, so I can kiss your mum.
And so they did.
The results of the photo session are in!
Including a painting of Cale.
Vic: You gotta be serious, man. That really can’t be…
But yes, that is your limo. Nothing is better for a Leader of the Free World. (Another LTW completed)
Bronson manages to look cute, again.
Mytilus: Ghosts. You better get used to them. They are everywhere…
At… some bar… the bartender woman dies.
Tenderloin: Now who’s gonna serve us drinks? :(
But it didn’t stop the performance, although they couldn’t get paid, therefore the gig didn’t count.
Cale’s mother! Has awesome leggings.
Vic: I think it’s time I retired, you can take over from me…. Goodbye…
Another shot ruined by badly rendered houses in the distance.
One of the rooms I spent the most time on. And it’s one of the rooms you spend the least time in.
But I’m dang proud of it!
Grænblár: Mommy! :D
Mytilus: Good morning, Grænblár. Time to train the skills of life. But breakfast gotta come first…
Waiting for the kid to finish breakfast…
Mytilus: The children. They’ll haunt me. Forever and ever…
And most of them are dead!
Astro: Curious question, dudette. What do ya think of the band’s tunes?
Mytilus: Uuhhh… I have to be honest mother. My toddler son’s screams are more pleasant to listen to than your music…
Person person plus anyway.
Astro: Our dudette daughter just told me the band sucks. I need a hug. Stat.
Two for one hug & kiss!
Astro: Thanks. And how the crepes do you get those muscles from a tread mill? Oh, and you need a serious shower.
Astro: We gotta practice step-ma! The mussel told us we suck!
Vic: We’ll show her!
Okay.. What’s with the crying?
On to something else… Mytilus’s formal wear!
And Cale’s too! Because I didn’t bother with them getting married in their formal wear.
Bronson: Eep! Was that what I thought it was?!
Bronson: Gotta look again, gotta be sure…
Proof that these two still love each other. They roll wants for each other pretty much every day.
Bronson: Yep, it’s the star I discovered alright!
Who is haunting?
Iiii~t’s Pollen’s husband, Shark!
Who promptly goes to sleep in Grænblár’s future bed.
Just a picture…. Of Tenderloin maxing charisma.
Ham has nothing to do, so I set her up in the athletic career.
Her father, Tenderloin, has joined the film career to become an actor.
Remember her LTW? It’s to master 3 skills. The one she’s earning points in now is one of them, painting and piano are the other two.
Cale, the ex-vampire, has either climbed the journalism ladder or started the PI career. I can’t remember, but I think the answer is the former.
Fun fact: They can’t woohoo in her room ‘cause the bed is pushed into the wall.
Bronson grows up, at some party, because I forgot about it.
Bonus points for growing up in founder clothing!
Ham: :D ?
So we’re back to this are we?
Bronson, still looking super cute in his elder makeover.
Speaking of makeovers…
Pollen: Dad, can you move, please. It’s my turn to sleep on the bed.
Here’s a birthday I don’t forget!
The elder stage doesn’t have the original pants, but this is good enough.
Three swinging generations, two paparazzi and one vampire.
Grænblár: Grampa, how come I don’t scorch in the sun?
Bronson: You had your mother put on all that sunblock, remember?
Grænblár: Oh yeah… Forgot about that…
Why is the household all clumped together?
Is it because Grænblár needed a better room?
Nope, the family moved towns, again (get used to that, people). Can you guess where?
The answer will be revealed, in the next chapter…