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seethingheathen) wrote2009-02-19 05:12 pm
seethingheathen) wrote2009-02-19 05:12 pm
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Massive Fucking Sims Poast!
If you're using dial-up, you may want to avoid this. There are nearly 85 images hiding behind the cut! Oh, and- I forgot to turn my quality settings up, so some of the pics are sort of crappy. Jagged lines and such. When I play, I don't care, but I like to take nice pictures. Maybe.
WARNING: Adult language. As if you had to be warned. Uh-huh.
For your viewing pleasure, I bring you Ceòban NicLeod and Jamie Andrews. And some other people.
This is Ceòban. She lives in a loft in West Barclay (I know, all my Sims live in one of my Barclay sub-hoods. And I never got around to renaming it, so I call my Downtown 'hood West Barclay. Creative. :/)
Whilst not historically accurate (I couldn't think of a valid story to make a Scottish girl dressed like a Boleyn girl work, but whatever), this is a painting of Ceòban when she was alive, sometime in the 1500s. Not even she can remember the exact date of her birth.
She prefers to dress like this and wear simple make-up, but she finds that she blends in better when she dresses like a mall goth.
The fellow behind her is her boy-thing, Jamie. They met at her bar, and she couldn't resist his charms. He couldn't resist her millions of Simoleons, and so here they are. He's a bit chagrined with Ceòban at the moment because...
... last night she decided to make a meal out of the townie he had just had his way with.
At first, he thought it was sort of hot, but...
... watching someone die is a bit traumatic, even for a vampire-fucker like Jamie.
She has to explain the whole vampire thing to him, apparently.
And he forgives her, especially because he doesn't really want to be next.
Jamie knows he's playing with fire, but the adrenaline rush from knowing he could die at any moment really gets him off.
Jamie has a boy-thing of his own, called Ryan. He lives there with Ceòban and Jamie, and he and Jamie take turns banging townies on the worktop. Ceòban doesn't mind, and as long as Jamie's there when she wants him, he can do whatever else he wants.
Ceòban owns a shitty dive-bar just around the corner from her loft.
Mrs Crumplebottom is one of her best customers.
This is definitely the card game from Hell: Mrs C on one side, and Contessa Wren on the other. One wrong move and Jamie's toast.
Sometimes Mrs C doesn't understand that shut means shut...
... and she sits there forever (I had to delete her a few times so poor Ceòban could make it home before sun-up).
The Contessa seems taken by Jamie. Has he found a new wealthy woman to sponge off?
Ceòban tends to kill her customers and take their urns home. Her loft is haunted by the ghosts of six dead Sims. And they're not happy to be dead.
Not happy at all.
She doesn't like poseurs, and soon this one is added to her collection of ghosties.
This is what Ryan and Jamie do when Ceòban's asleep. Nothing. Or have sex.
Sometimes, though, they play catch in their jimjams.
Jamie's more into Ryan than he is Ceòban, it seems.
He certainly doesn't cuddle with her in bed afterwards.
Can you blame him, if this is Ceòban's idea of romance?
Random picture of Jamie painting. I should have done a picture of Jamie painting a picture of Jamie painting a picture. LOL, surreal.
Okay. This is where I got sick of the loft. I was going to move them all into the mini-manor I started building, but I decided just to completely re-do their existing home.
Ryan thinks he's hot shit. No, he's not a vampire; he's just really fucking pale.
Jamie's got a kung-fu grip.
Every night when she wakes up, Ceòban wants to play piano.
She gets really into it.
Ryan and Jamie like to dance to Ceòban's music.
So, who's leading whom?
Twirlies!
They also like to take the piss out of people who actually have to work for a living, and don't have rich vampires to leech from. The butler is not amused.
And neither is Ceòban. She sent them to work in her newly-remodelled pub.
She wanted to attract a better class of clientèle, so she sunk §50k into the place.
The first floor still needs work, though, but at least the paint isn't peeling.
Ryan left Jamie to do all the work so he could Smustle with Jason Mitchell the Infallibly Good Warlock.
Ignoring customers to dance with your boy-thing is not a good idea.
Aww, Jamie left the butler hanging.
Two things are wrong with this picture: 1.) Pregnant vampire. 2.) Hello, daylight. Has someone been reading Twlilight?
Confronting Jamie about it (after dark, thanks) seemed like a good idea.
Even she knows how not-right this is.
Jamie doesn't seem to mind it.
'... and that's how babby is formed.'
I think Ceòban may be giving birth to an entire country.
She barely fits in front of the piano, but she insists on playing for hours anyway.
The calm before the storm. Her tits look ginormous.
Undead motherhood, here she comes.
This is Leod, named for her father. He was born second after Fiona, who is lying on the floor just off-camera. Way to go, Ceòban. You got it half right. (Note: She married Jamie just before she was due to explode, but I forgot to get snaps. So this kid isn't tragically called Leod NicLeod. That would be weird, considering Nic is the feminine form of Mac, as in 'daughter of' rather than 'son of'. Just telling you so you don't think I'm nuts. Fiona is called Fiona because I like that name, and some of you may recognise the reference in conjunction with Leod. The more you know!)
Yelling at Fiona isn't going to get that nappy changed.
Ryan earns his keep by caring for the kids whilst their mum sleeps and their dad fucks the butler.
Leod as a toddler.
And Fiona. Girl's got a five-head.
Where's Mummy? Where is she? That has got to traumatise a kid.
Apparently, the words 'biologically impossible' don't faze vampires.
Yay! Magic lamp!
You know he really wants to say, 'What the fuck do you want, you greedy bastard?'
I gave Ryan the first wish. He wished for Peace of Mind. So did Jamie, but he wasn't cool enough to get pictures of.
I let Waddles wish for Peace of Mind as well, considering she's already loaded. And beautiful. I love her. *sigh*
This is the last time! The last!
Sleeping Leod.
Sleeping Fiona.
Fiona glitched and kept moving back and forth between her chair and the floor whilst eating. She's stuck in the floor here, but as soon as she was finished, she popped back up in the chair.
I neglected to get pictures of the twins ageing up, but here they are as kids. Ceòban got sick of the goth look, and decided that it would be easier on the kids if she didn't actually look like a vampire. It sort of suits her.
This is Liam. He's named for an ex-boyfriend of mine (who is, incidentally, called Liam MacLeod. He, incidentally, has black hair and blue eyes like Ceòban. What? Stop looking at me like that. I give most of my female Sims black hair because I have it.). He looked like a generic baby. And he looks more like Leod than Fiona does, except he has brown hair. Liam and Leod should have been twins!
After this, I told Jamie and Ryan to fuck off to the Sim Bin, and moved Ceòban and the kids to a country house after she sold the pub. Jamie only wanted to ACR with Ryan, so I thought Ceòban would be better off without him. I did eventually move him and Ryan into a flat together, but that was only so Ceòban could invite him over to see the kids every now and then.
Here is the house in Barclay Village (I know, more Barclay. What can I say? I'm not good at naming things) before I Britished the postbox and put the cobbles out to the street.
Leod isn't too fond of the postbox.
Fiona finds it amusing.
Poor Liam, all alone.
Ceòban really wanted the kids in a nice school, so she decided to ignore the call of the coffin and invite the Headmaster. They got in, of course.
Poor thing, smouldering away in the breakfast room giving financial advice. She really is trying to be a good mum, so she stays up days. Being an old vampire has its advantages. So does the motive lock, but who's keeping track, really?
The smoke cleared. Oh, Ceòban...
Liam gets to enjoy the sunshine.
Fiona got the best room because she's the only girl.
Finally, a close-up of Liam.
Leod looks so.... Asian? I don't know. Also, LOL at the walls being down. Whoops.
Time to grow up a little bit, Liam! I didn't get any pictures of him as a child yet, so I'll have to do that. Damn. But hey, there's Jamie.
Time to schmooze. Of course Liam got in!
Fiona ages up...
... followed by Leod.
Not bad.
Trying... not... to... ship... it. I failed. It's shipped.
Yes, I like changing hair. I figured that since Ceòban's a vampire, her hair would grow back rather quickly. She kept getting it shorter and shorter, then longer and longer... heh. So, yeah. There's my latest family. I'm bored of the Walkers, but I'll try to remember to play them this weekend so I can update the legacy.
WARNING: Adult language. As if you had to be warned. Uh-huh.
For your viewing pleasure, I bring you Ceòban NicLeod and Jamie Andrews. And some other people.
This is Ceòban. She lives in a loft in West Barclay (I know, all my Sims live in one of my Barclay sub-hoods. And I never got around to renaming it, so I call my Downtown 'hood West Barclay. Creative. :/)
Whilst not historically accurate (I couldn't think of a valid story to make a Scottish girl dressed like a Boleyn girl work, but whatever), this is a painting of Ceòban when she was alive, sometime in the 1500s. Not even she can remember the exact date of her birth.
She prefers to dress like this and wear simple make-up, but she finds that she blends in better when she dresses like a mall goth.
The fellow behind her is her boy-thing, Jamie. They met at her bar, and she couldn't resist his charms. He couldn't resist her millions of Simoleons, and so here they are. He's a bit chagrined with Ceòban at the moment because...
... last night she decided to make a meal out of the townie he had just had his way with.
At first, he thought it was sort of hot, but...
... watching someone die is a bit traumatic, even for a vampire-fucker like Jamie.
She has to explain the whole vampire thing to him, apparently.
And he forgives her, especially because he doesn't really want to be next.
Jamie knows he's playing with fire, but the adrenaline rush from knowing he could die at any moment really gets him off.
Jamie has a boy-thing of his own, called Ryan. He lives there with Ceòban and Jamie, and he and Jamie take turns banging townies on the worktop. Ceòban doesn't mind, and as long as Jamie's there when she wants him, he can do whatever else he wants.
Ceòban owns a shitty dive-bar just around the corner from her loft.
Mrs Crumplebottom is one of her best customers.
This is definitely the card game from Hell: Mrs C on one side, and Contessa Wren on the other. One wrong move and Jamie's toast.
Sometimes Mrs C doesn't understand that shut means shut...
... and she sits there forever (I had to delete her a few times so poor Ceòban could make it home before sun-up).
The Contessa seems taken by Jamie. Has he found a new wealthy woman to sponge off?
Ceòban tends to kill her customers and take their urns home. Her loft is haunted by the ghosts of six dead Sims. And they're not happy to be dead.
Not happy at all.
She doesn't like poseurs, and soon this one is added to her collection of ghosties.
This is what Ryan and Jamie do when Ceòban's asleep. Nothing. Or have sex.
Sometimes, though, they play catch in their jimjams.
Jamie's more into Ryan than he is Ceòban, it seems.
He certainly doesn't cuddle with her in bed afterwards.
Can you blame him, if this is Ceòban's idea of romance?
Random picture of Jamie painting. I should have done a picture of Jamie painting a picture of Jamie painting a picture. LOL, surreal.
Okay. This is where I got sick of the loft. I was going to move them all into the mini-manor I started building, but I decided just to completely re-do their existing home.
Ryan thinks he's hot shit. No, he's not a vampire; he's just really fucking pale.
Jamie's got a kung-fu grip.
Every night when she wakes up, Ceòban wants to play piano.
She gets really into it.
Ryan and Jamie like to dance to Ceòban's music.
So, who's leading whom?
Twirlies!
They also like to take the piss out of people who actually have to work for a living, and don't have rich vampires to leech from. The butler is not amused.
And neither is Ceòban. She sent them to work in her newly-remodelled pub.
She wanted to attract a better class of clientèle, so she sunk §50k into the place.
The first floor still needs work, though, but at least the paint isn't peeling.
Ryan left Jamie to do all the work so he could Smustle with Jason Mitchell the Infallibly Good Warlock.
Ignoring customers to dance with your boy-thing is not a good idea.
Aww, Jamie left the butler hanging.
Two things are wrong with this picture: 1.) Pregnant vampire. 2.) Hello, daylight. Has someone been reading Twlilight?
Confronting Jamie about it (after dark, thanks) seemed like a good idea.
Even she knows how not-right this is.
Jamie doesn't seem to mind it.
'... and that's how babby is formed.'
I think Ceòban may be giving birth to an entire country.
She barely fits in front of the piano, but she insists on playing for hours anyway.
The calm before the storm. Her tits look ginormous.
Undead motherhood, here she comes.
This is Leod, named for her father. He was born second after Fiona, who is lying on the floor just off-camera. Way to go, Ceòban. You got it half right. (Note: She married Jamie just before she was due to explode, but I forgot to get snaps. So this kid isn't tragically called Leod NicLeod. That would be weird, considering Nic is the feminine form of Mac, as in 'daughter of' rather than 'son of'. Just telling you so you don't think I'm nuts. Fiona is called Fiona because I like that name, and some of you may recognise the reference in conjunction with Leod. The more you know!)
Yelling at Fiona isn't going to get that nappy changed.
Ryan earns his keep by caring for the kids whilst their mum sleeps and their dad fucks the butler.
Leod as a toddler.
And Fiona. Girl's got a five-head.
Where's Mummy? Where is she? That has got to traumatise a kid.
Apparently, the words 'biologically impossible' don't faze vampires.
Yay! Magic lamp!
You know he really wants to say, 'What the fuck do you want, you greedy bastard?'
I gave Ryan the first wish. He wished for Peace of Mind. So did Jamie, but he wasn't cool enough to get pictures of.
I let Waddles wish for Peace of Mind as well, considering she's already loaded. And beautiful. I love her. *sigh*
This is the last time! The last!
Sleeping Leod.
Sleeping Fiona.
Fiona glitched and kept moving back and forth between her chair and the floor whilst eating. She's stuck in the floor here, but as soon as she was finished, she popped back up in the chair.
I neglected to get pictures of the twins ageing up, but here they are as kids. Ceòban got sick of the goth look, and decided that it would be easier on the kids if she didn't actually look like a vampire. It sort of suits her.
This is Liam. He's named for an ex-boyfriend of mine (who is, incidentally, called Liam MacLeod. He, incidentally, has black hair and blue eyes like Ceòban. What? Stop looking at me like that. I give most of my female Sims black hair because I have it.). He looked like a generic baby. And he looks more like Leod than Fiona does, except he has brown hair. Liam and Leod should have been twins!
After this, I told Jamie and Ryan to fuck off to the Sim Bin, and moved Ceòban and the kids to a country house after she sold the pub. Jamie only wanted to ACR with Ryan, so I thought Ceòban would be better off without him. I did eventually move him and Ryan into a flat together, but that was only so Ceòban could invite him over to see the kids every now and then.
Here is the house in Barclay Village (I know, more Barclay. What can I say? I'm not good at naming things) before I Britished the postbox and put the cobbles out to the street.
Leod isn't too fond of the postbox.
Fiona finds it amusing.
Poor Liam, all alone.
Ceòban really wanted the kids in a nice school, so she decided to ignore the call of the coffin and invite the Headmaster. They got in, of course.
Poor thing, smouldering away in the breakfast room giving financial advice. She really is trying to be a good mum, so she stays up days. Being an old vampire has its advantages. So does the motive lock, but who's keeping track, really?
The smoke cleared. Oh, Ceòban...
Liam gets to enjoy the sunshine.
Fiona got the best room because she's the only girl.
Finally, a close-up of Liam.
Leod looks so.... Asian? I don't know. Also, LOL at the walls being down. Whoops.
Time to grow up a little bit, Liam! I didn't get any pictures of him as a child yet, so I'll have to do that. Damn. But hey, there's Jamie.
Time to schmooze. Of course Liam got in!
Fiona ages up...
... followed by Leod.
Not bad.
Trying... not... to... ship... it. I failed. It's shipped.
Yes, I like changing hair. I figured that since Ceòban's a vampire, her hair would grow back rather quickly. She kept getting it shorter and shorter, then longer and longer... heh. So, yeah. There's my latest family. I'm bored of the Walkers, but I'll try to remember to play them this weekend so I can update the legacy.