Parkin Legacy 2.2

[biffysims]

Pre-warning for this update - I only played it last week and yet can’t remember what half the captions were meant to be. I expect I was trying to tell a story… but it mostly just looks like Rowan-is-cute-as-fuck spam to me now xD


Escaping toddlers. Cute in my game, heart-attack inducing IRL. Luckily he’s not quite managed it yet. Unlike Master P here. Looks painful, mind.


Rowan: I made it though didn’t I? :D


Rowan: Now to fix my Bat-com so I can spy on Mummy downstairs and work out when to make my proper escape! Batfink, this is Karate. Do you read me Batfink?


Batfink: SHE’S PAINTING IN HER PANTIES AGAIN DDDDD:

That…. sounds wrong.


PTF interlude #2




And next in our series entitled: Noona attempts to Parent, Rowan attempts to run away. Except obviously he can’t even walk yet.








See? Cute as eff.


This? Not so much.








She finally did something useful! Albeit still in knickers but hey ho, what can you do. She could be naked and frequently is.


Next morning: sparkly leftovers and one of these ladies is eating for two. Hmmm I wonder who it is??


Rowan: Batfink? You in there?


Atiaran: Batf-fluurrglglebleeeurrrghllleeepffff


Ha!

(note the grilled cheese shrine that Noona has set up next to her side of the bed)


Noona: Glob DAMN this lamp!


Atiaran: Absolutely batshit.


Rowan: Batship?! Don’t worry Batfink I don’t think they’re on to us yet!


Rowan: Act. Normal.

Batfink: SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Atiaran: Woah. I haven’t even made the pancakes yet, let alone eaten them.


Rowan: Did someone mention pancakes? I feel a rumbly in my tumbly!


Rowan: Or it could just be I really need to toot.


Rowan: No wait, I just DID toot!

So it must be biiiiirthday tiiiiiiime~


Child Rowan….. ‘s butt.


Ahem. Child Rowan! A pretty nice mix of both his Mummies I reckon.


And now we proudly present songs perverse and songs of romance the return of my ooooold (like 6 years ago old) legacy kitty. Meet Kasher Kat II (=^・ｪ・^=) I thought it was about time we had a proper pet in the house and hopefully he’ll stick around as long as the Parkins can!

No Whiskers McCharisma Cat: Nobody loves meeeeeeeee D:






Already buddies, n’aww.


Kasher Kat II: No, wait, what… stop it. Why are you picking me up?


Kasher Kat II: Oh, hugssssss. I like hugssssssssss.

I love how he looks like a little old man here. Because I suppose he kind of is in the history of my game.


Meanwhile upstairs, after a fairly uneventful pregnancy (seriously it is so handy being married to a secondary GC sim) Atiaran picks her reflection as the perfect birthing partner.

Atiaran: Remember your breathing. Why can’t I remember my breathing? Who’s idea was this anyway? YEEEEAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!


This family are obsessed with bubble baths. Way to go freaking your newborn baby sister out in the name of cleanliness and relaxation, dude.


Noona: This new bath mat is surprisingly noisy.

Oh ffs will someone please just pick her up >.>


Finally! And a few hours of lying on the cold bathroom floor, probably in her own birthing waters, doesn’t seem to have harmed her one bit.

Meet Parsley Parkin! Noona’s hair and eyes, Atiaran’s freckles. Can I call her heir yet?


That’s it for another week! Noona and Atiaran were all over each other again within minutes so who knows if we’ll manage to pop another Parkin out for this generation.

Rowan: Yuck. Mummy cuddling again. I’m outta here.

Bubye!