Just a cute lil update, I FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL! I actually have free time now! Very exciting.

So the first thing I think when I look at this picture is

Hi-5 base to outer space
Are we getting through?
Hi-5 base to outer space
We’re trying to get to you
Trying to get to you.

Hi-5 base to outer space
Come in outer space
Hi-5 base to outer space
Calling outer space.

And with that catchy song I introduce our intergalactic pal, Nipunus Xoxxaw! Welcome to this humble abode, Nippy. Is it okay if I call you that?

Nippy: It certainly isn’t, but this floral eye candy makes up for it ^_-

Go home Nippy, yer drunk.

Fjord: But-

NOPETY NOPETY NOOOOO

Fjord *aside*: But little does she know, the real drama goes down later when-

*ahem*

Fjord: Whennnnn I, ummmmm, gotta go, I’ll catch ya later. Fjord out.

Honestly these two are just the sweetest little kiddos.

Max: I’m almost dead!

Yeah, actually, when are you gonna die?

Merlin: Don’t forget me!! I’m really dead!!

I know 😥 I could never forget that my baby

*sniff sniff* My darlings.

Neak: I’m not doing anything sus.

I kno-

Neak: There really is no need to get this looked into, okay? I’m just innocently painting!

Yeah, of course pal-

Neak: It’s a PERFECTLY NORMAL MORNING ACTIVITY!

Merlin: Well, hey there 😉

Random child in painting: Oooh, snap. He gonna regret this.

Mog: DAD YOU’RE A HECKIN CREEP! GET OUTTA MY HOUSE!

Merlin: Okay, okay, jeez!

Mog: CREEP!

Merlin: I’m leavin-

Mog: CREEPER ALERT!

Rigel: What’s going on upstairs? Sounds like a circus or something with all of the yelling.

Neak: Yeah man, who knows? I’m heading to the bathroom now if you wanna join.

Rigel: Sounds rad, man.

Mog: Out of my way Vegemite, I’m moving in.

Rigel: Who’s my baby? You’re my baby!

What did I call the dragon? Is it Dudley?

Rigel: How could you misname Dursley? The heir to this legacy!!

HA!

Ahh, yes, queue for the baby while she’s not screaming.

Rigel: Hurry up, Neak, I want a go.

Dursley: Daddy, don’t forget me! Look what I can do!!

Rigel: I’M COMING BEAUTIFUL BOY!

You can’t just abandon you’re own child for that dragon!

Rigel: *growl* Watch. Me.

Fjord: What was all of that kerfuffle I heard inside earlier?

Rigel: Nothing, darling.

Well, actually-

Rigel: I said, nothing.

Mog: Woop!! Not only will I be MIGHTY, but now I can be wise as well! Wise, I tell you! Wise!

I dunno if it works like that, but sure.

Mog: Oh no, I regret this. Is my mighty toned ass going to waste? All of that exercise is now coming to nothing? Whyyyyyy??

Mog: I am not impressed.

Okie.

The old fam catching up again! What a bunch of cuties.

And Mog is gettin down in da club.

Mog: I’m mighty hip, ya know? All of the kool kidz dig these moves.

(I fear she may have lost it)

Percy: It’s-a-me, Percy-o!

Okay, ya cute lil fruit-loop.

If this isn’t just the sweetest. I love them.

Rigel: Sooo, you’re the baby, huh?

Eko: …

Rigel: I’ll take that as a maybe. You like the lime milk, huh? So does Dursley, he is you’re older brother. You have to be nice to him.

Eko: Grrr.

Neak: My darling, frail, wife.

Mog: I AM STILL MIGHTY, YOU BUFFOON! Curse you if I die first, I shan’t allow it!!

This can only mean one thing!

Dursley’s little sister is aging. Nah, my precious pixel baby is growing up. (She ends up real cute, you guys!)

And Max is looking hot as usual.

Max: 😉

Its a two phase process…

SHE WON’T FACE THE CAMERA! Its rude, but look at her lil loch-nes monster overall things. I would totally wear them.

And they are celebrating their genetic success that’s playing in the corner over there.

The house was a lil bit too empty, if ya catch mah drift? 😉

Well, that was actually a lie. There’s now four generations under one roof. Yikes. As much as I love her, Max could just die already and frequently visit in ghost form.

Max: DON’T WISH ME DEAD PLZ! I can be useful!!

So Max takes my precious Eko to the early learning centre thing… and its just so boring?? They promptly leave.

Eko: Gwandma, what are you wearwing?

Max: First of all, my little ankle biter, I am your GREAT grandma (not the regular sort) and I look fabulous, so shut it.

Max: This kid *cough* has no idea *cough* about fashion *cough*

I decide its about time for a cute date night, and send Fjord and Rigel off to the bar thing. It’s a bit dead… Literally xD

And a guest appearance from the man himself. Yo, when you gonna come and empty out the Frosted house??

Grim: All in good time, love.

K.

Grim: Any last requests?

Barbara: I’d just really love to go to the bathroom one last time.

Grim: …

Grim: Yeah nah, not today. Tight schedule, ya know.

And then he just struts his stuff outta there. I think vogue is his calling, and naturally decide to do a lil bit of stalking.

I thought he’s have a fancier car. Apparently ruling the underworld doesn’t pay well. Who knew?

And then this is where he just DISAPPEARED!

Poof.

Into thin air. What a mysterious chap.

 

~ Thanks for reading! 😀

WELCOME BACK!!! Oh my gosh, a chapter! *pinches self* Yup, it’s real! xD All I can say is my final year of school and club penguin rewritten (revisiting my childhood) Did you guys get up to anything fun while I was gone?

Max: Hehe. Squishy puddles, refreshing for my feet 🙂

Now, you see, I’m not quite sure what he’s reading here… SO! I’m just gonna use a book title generator… And it came up with…. ‘Choking in the Mountains’

Interesting.

Rigel: Don’t judge, mate.

Mmm, maybe you should do something interesting for me, huh?

Rigel: YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND THE CHARACTERS LIKE I DO! THEY ARE PEOPLE TOO, YOU KNOW! HOW IS LITTLE MARY SUPPOSED TO HAVE ANY SORT OF FATHER FIGURE IF I AM NOT THERE FOR HER? HMMMMM?

Hey, Rige, just a thought…. Maybe you should focus on being a father figure to YOUR OWN CHILD!

Fjord: Yeah, rigey-wigey.

Rigel: I’m out.

Fjord: Hey! Guess what! I’m having a baby.

Lady: You sure are love, I can squeeze it’s little toes. Oh, fancy that, the baby is ticklish.

This make me uncomfortable.

*whispers* I think he’s sulking.

Rigel: I AM NOT!

*whispers* I rest my case.

Fjord has her concerns. I think she needs an outlet.

Fjord: DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!

Rightio!

Guy: So what’ll you do if you baby turn out to be a llama?

Rigel:  A llama?

Guy: Yeah. Human babies are over 70% water, and so are baby llamas, so you have about a 70% chance of your baby being a llama.

….

In case any of you had ever wondered, I happened to stumble across this article on ‘Estimating total body water content in suckling and lactating llamas’. You know, as you do xD

LOOK WHO I FOUND!!!!!

Chin: Oh, fudgeicles. They found me.

You didn’t want to see me? 😦

Chin: No.

So he decides to be rude and just leaves. Kids these days. Tsch.

We find this one too!

Capella: I too, was just leaving.

Hmmm… Well, we should do this again sometime.

Capella: Ew.

Then why are you staring.

Capella: Just… SHUT UP.

BABY TIME! Wooo! Gen 5 is on the way.

They are one – joined in calm, ethereal harmony.

Rigel: I will NEVER EVER EVER do that again. Eurgh. Pregnancy hurts.

Fjord: Oh, really?

Max: What I nice evening for a stroll. The fairies are out tonight.

I don’t think-

Max: *le gasp* Bestill my beating heart.

Rigel: SAVE THE COMPUTER FROM THE ALIENS!!!! QUICK, FJORD, GRAB IT!

You can see that the family man’s priorities are in check XD

It was at this point in my gameplay that I got interrupted for a couple of hours, forgetting where I’d left off….

…. and then came back to this XD

Rigel: PREPARE FOR THE PAIN! Bahahhaha!

Fjord: I don’t like you.

Rige: Oh 😦

Fjord: Squishy baby!

And it’s a girl! Her name is Eko, and she is an insane virtuoso. Cute~

Meanwhile…

Max: Well that was a pleasant experience. I lie.

This is the nursery…

And the other half. It’s a bit cute ^.^

Max: I want the baby… My baby… Gimme.

Mog: Ha! No way. I dibsed it.

Mog: TONDUE LIKE YOU MEAN IT! Feel the tondue burn!

Rigel: Yes, ma’am…. Can we have fondue later?

Mog: …no.

Max: *poke baby* Hehe. Squishy baby. Squiiiiiishy baby.

…

Max: Look! I nabbed the baby. My baby now.

And then, poor Eko reached the peak of her ‘interesting-shiny-new-thing’ condition, and was abruptly abandoned.

Mog: I still love you. I am your favourite. You can call me grand-mighty.

It seems the ‘favourites’ game continues!

So Fjord burnt the mac and cheese -_- Right when everybody’s hunger was on red… Rude.

Fjord: What burnt mac n cheese? I see nuthin.

The one right there-

Fjord: La la la la la can’t hear you, silly.

*le sigh*

Fjord: And into the void it falls…

Is mac and cheese recyclable? Hmm. I think perhaps not.

Fjord: Guys! The baby needs a fry pan!

Max: LEMME BUY IT FOR HER! SHE NEEDS TO LOVE ME THE MOST… OH PLEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE? PICK ME!

Ooh, boy.

I’m going to call this one, “Butterfly showing a nice lady the nearest public toilet”.

A true elder… HEY! I just realised that Max is now a great-grandmother! How cool. Have we had one of these in the legacy before? (I am so very terrible at the remembering thing) Mmm, I don’t think we have… But maybe… Idk ._.

Max: Come on, Edvin! Let’s go on a DATE!

Edvin: Mmm, sure.

Well, he made a mistake.

Fjord: I’m moving out.

Mm, okay.

Fjord: I was just kidding! Don’t stress, hun. You’re silly.

Ahh, just some almost-lingerie-rain-guitar time. I see.

Max: Heeeey, Edvin. Like mah outift? 😉

STAHP! Go home, Maxima. NOW!

Edvin: [I’ll let you use your imagination for this one]

Neak: So calm, so tranquil.

Every body loves this baby, it seems.

Max: I wanna flirt with you!

Edvin: Mmm, you’re gonna have to do better than that 😉

OH GOSH. OH MY. OH DEAR.

ABORT MISSION! This is a 23-19. I repeat, abort mission.

That’s just… Ooops. (And the next day I got a pop-up saying they just had a baby…sooo… Edvin’s a jerk)

Max: But I liked him. I wanted to rid-

JUST NO!

So Max goes swimming anyway… What a lovely view *contented sigh*

Nawwwww.

Rigel: TAKE THIS, WIFE OF MINE!

Fjord: Ha! Ya missed. Lame!

Rigel: Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Look brave, Rigel dude.

Rigel: Ouchies.

Fjord: Hehe sucker.

Mog: Neak, it’s MY TURN with the baby. Give it.

Neak: Nuh-uh. I dibsed it. *cooing* Isn’t that right, baby-baby-baby.

Mog: But you don’t even know HOW to baby. Jeez. You’ll never be the favourite, just accept it already.

Neak: Oh yeah? How are you so sure?

Mog: BECAUSE I AM MIGHTIER THAN YOU.

~Fin~

Welcome to another installment! Hope you guys are already on holidays, or will be soon. ^_^

BUDDY! HEY! How’ve ye been? I’ve missed you.

Merlin: Ahm, sure, hey.

Well. Who turned your heart to stone?

Merlin: DO YOU NOT HAVE THE BRAIN TO TELL THE CRAZY SKY LADY TO LEAVE US ALONE ALREADY!??!

I do love our little chats. Thanks for stopping by.

Max: Hey! Did you hear we are going to make out today?

Merlin:

Max: Or was that just me

>_>

Mog: SHE TRIED THE FLIRTING THING AGAIN!!!! Nooooo.

*soothingly rubs back*

Max: And that crazy person keeps me trapped in here painting all day!

Merlin: See, I told ya.

As the overlord in question, I reserve my right to say ‘she made me do it’.

Would yeh look at that! *sniffles a little*

Ha! Max broke him.

Max: Forever alone.

Oh geez.

And this happened! (no, he doesn’t have a face -_-)

Mog: Don’t talk to me, I’m too mighty for your shit.

(She maxed her career!)

Mog: No comment.

The Secret Bathroom Society Meeting is in full swing!

Max: Our master has arrived. Let us grovel in her presence.

Mog: Yes. Let’s.

Fjord: And so Rigel was just like… WOOOAAAH MAAAN! And turned into a dolphin. But he was green like mold… I really like that dream.

Mog: Sorry, just another call from a persistent fan. What can you do when you’re as cool as me, hey?

Mog: HA! Your wife isn’t as mighty as me, looser!!

Rigel: I guess I won’t be giving YOU that diamond, then. Hmph.

Some-guy: Haha this is what you look like.

Mog: NO ONE SAYS THAT ABOUT ME! ATTACK!!!!

Capella: OH NO!

WHAT?

Capella: You’re kinda in the way of the television, could’ye just move a bit?

-_-

Max: This is a bit cozy 😉

Neak: Halp.

Mog: MY LIFE IS A LIE!!! I’LL KILL THEM BOTH!

I’m sure it doesn’t need to come to tha-

Mog: Oh yes it does! >:/

Mog: I am sure Betelgeuse can acquire some poison.

I’m sure she could too. I think she has contacts 😉

Betelgeuse: I’ll just put in a special ingredient 😉 Hey mum?

Mog: Come on, put a bit more than than in. That’s not a MIGHTY amount.

Capella: Food? For me?

Guy: OH NO SHE’S GOING TO EAT THE POISON FOOD MEANT FOR MAX AND NEAK. DON’T DO IT CAPELLA!

Magnus: Oh, geesus -_- It’s like they let anyone in here these days.

Rigel: RUIN THE PLAN WHY DON’T YOU, ‘GUY’? YOU PLAN-RUINER, YOU!

Rigel: YOU. WILL. PAY!! Mwa ha ha ha ha!!!

Rigel: Oh jeez. So many people.

Fjord: Shut up, Rigel.

Mokey: Get your orange ice-blocks today! Only $9.99

*hysterically joyous sobbing all around*

Altair: I have no emotions.

Isn’t she just gorgeous, though? I love how she grew up! (not sure about the outfit though…)

Rigel: No need to break my finger.

Fjord: Really? Crazy.

D’awwwwww. ^_^  *a single tear of joy (just one, mind you)*

Posh-lady: So, so proud.

Capella: Didn’t you crash the wedding?

Lady: That’s beside the point.

They’re so cute!! I love them together. But Altair looks a wee tad awkward.

Mog: Gotta work it! This mighty bod isn’t easy to achieve, you know.

*head desk*

Fjord: Hehe. I can feel your intestines.

Mirror: I’ll make a swanky gentleman out of you yet!

Neak: Hey. What’s wrong with this.

Mirror: Well….

*hours and hours later*

Neak: I’m a new man.

Oh shut up.

Rigel: Am I doing it right?

NO! PULL YOUR SHOULDERS BACK AND DON’T SIT IN YOUR HIPS! DAMN YOU.

Hold on a mo.

What are you getting driven around in? It’s a leopard-mobile or somethin.

Does anyone know what this is? Is it some celebrity car or something for people in the music career? No? I am very confused.

And its got this snazzy exterior. It’s gotta have something to do with the music career? Yeah? No? Where can I get one?

Fjord goes to busk at the summer festival! (That was so obvious… Good job me)

LOOK AT THE CUTE LITTLE UNICORN FACE PAINT SHE GOT! I love face paint. XD

Isn’t he adorable when he’s sleeping? Look at those little flames 🙂

Let’s play guess what this means! 😉 😉 😉

(Did you guess pregnant?  😉  )

Fjord: No no no. I meant ‘grumpy’ in an endearing, affectionate way; as it is so often used.

Mirror: I got my eye on you, chicka

Fjord: *whispering* What a grump.

Rigel: Something in that toilet is not safe for humans.

Oh, good.

BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING, HEY?? 😉 😉

Fjord: I love new PJs. So soft, so silky.

Max out after curfew, sneaking around with her boyfriend?? *gasp*

Max: Soooo… You’re kinda dead, huh?

Merlin:

Merlin: You don’t remember?

Max: Remember what?

Getting a little artsy!

Merlin: You got my good side, yeah?

Merlin: *GASP* A star, yet only a partial reflection of my dear Max’s radiant beauty. Oh how bright she shines in comparison to the complete blackness of the under world.

Fjord: Rigel, come here, this is important.

Rigel: Lemme just finish my developpe.

Rigel: Why yes, I have been working out. Thanks for asking. No problem, I’ll just let you admire the muscles. They’ve been very popular lately.

Fjord: 

Fjord: I’m pregnant. Just leave all of the social skills teaching to me, kay?

Rigel:  That’s great, but I don’t understand; my muscles.

WHAT?

WHAT?

WHAT?

WHAT?

WHAT?

WHAT?

WHAT?

WHAT?

WHAT?

WHAT?

I just love how that’s under ‘friendly’ interactions, ready to casually slip into any conversation XD

Rigel: What is it?

Fjord: Nothing…

Oh, okay. Guys, you can calm down! CALM DOWN! It’s the guy she was ‘seeing’ before she and Rigel got together. I invited him over to finally get rid of him.

Rigel: I have a bad feeling about the old dude in the overalls….

Good catch buddy.

Rigel: A REALLY bad feeling. Can I kill him?

I’ll get back to you on that one.

He-doesn’t-deserve-a-name (but it’s actually Ciro): Is that my little tiny cloud baby in there?

Fjord: No. Get out, creep.

Fjord: He was loitering with ill-intent. Gotta make sure he’s gone.

Good day at the office?

Rigel: You bet! Beat up some guy called Ciro!

Well. On that happy note I’ll end the chapter.

 

~ Thanks for reading 😀

I want to say a big thank you to shannynlee4 of the brilliant ‘Forever Darkness’ a creepy and intriguing story about the vampiric underbelly of Bridgeport. It’s great. Go and binge read! So thank you very much!

I was also nominated by fluffymao whose Mayfields are always up to something! It is a fantastic legacy with lovable and distinct characters. Definitely go and read that, too!

Thank you very much, I really appreciate you guys (and everyone who finds time to read my blog) 

 

Rules (because it’s nice to follow them once in a while):

• Share the link of the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
• Answer the questions.
• In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate  8-13 people for the same award.
• Ask them 3 questions.

 

And the FUN PART awaits!

 

Questions from shannynlee:

-What is your most favourite part about writing your story?

Probably meeting you lovely people who share my attachment to a collection of crazy pixels.

–Which character in your story is your favourite? 

Mog. Definitely Mog, and I say this for two reasons. 1) She is the mightiest thing alive, and has such a distinct personality. 2) I am scared for what she would do to me if I picked someone else.

–What inspires you to write your story?

This is going to sound weird, but WINDOWS!

Like this one 🙂

 

Questions from fluffymao:

–What’s your style of writing? Do you make up a story first, after gameplay, or as you go along?  What helps you write?  Might be two questions.  But I’m a rebel.

Kinda as I go along… I think? Yeh. Let’s go with that. As for what helps me write? Groovin’ tunes and a cup of tea. At the moment, I’m loving Mojo Juju’s album ‘Seeing Red/Feeling Blue’.

-Ever played a Sims challenge and completed it?  Don’t be shy, we’re all just judging you really thoroughly.  XD

No *hangs head in shame*. I tried to to the 100 baby challenge once, but TOO MANY SIMS! Drove me bonkers. I’d like to have a go at shorter challenge at some point, though 🙂

–I think you’re unique, but prove it!  Prove your uniqueness!

Gee, how does one do that? *sits. thinks. practices pirouettes for a while and then gives up*

 

My nominees:

Finelines by Finelines

Whispering Waters by Silverwolf6677

Magicis Mortem by Ryan795

Curse of the Red Thread by Becki

Light the way to Heaven by Blamsart

 

My questions:

1. Do you have a ‘dress code’ or style that you always seem to dress your sims in?
2. Is there anything you would change about your legacy? (Not that it needs it of course!)
3. Do you have any non-online friends that also play the sims?

 

Okay. That was fun! Thanks  to shannynlee4 and fluffymao again, for the nomination. You guys are great.

 

Salutations! It’s a short one today because I got caught up making candles (you know, as you do)  ^_^

Rigel: Whoo-wee! This ‘outdoors’ thing is tough.

Max: Doopety-doopety-doo *whistles*

Rigel: PLEASE do not tell me you sent my Grandmother to spy on me…

He-hey >_>

Rigel: You and my Grandmother are in kahoots?

Ching?

Oh, look who also turned up! A cute date. See, I’m not all bad.

Rigel: Aim for the head.

Fjord: … Who want lunch? 😀

And Max patrons the kissing booth. What a gal!

Devon: She’s so dreamy!! *sigh*

His name isn’t actually Devon – I forgot what it was and thought that he aught to have a new one.

Rigel: So much evil revenge to be had, so little time. Where to begin?

Rigel: I think I’ll start with YOU! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA!!!!

Max: Such pretty eyes….

Max sure likes to share the love… She aught to just PICK ONE before she dies! Hmmm?

Trevor: Yeah, ma’am. You’re being a right creep.

They get ‘passionate’ on the love scale 😉

I think Rigel is inspired by this 😉

😉

😉 *nudge* 😉

Rigel: Ohhh, damn. Where’s the ring? I swear I just dropped it right… here…

Fjord: Ring? 😀

Rigel: Oh, here it is. DISASTER AVERTED EVERYONE! YOU CAN CALM DOWN!

I am as cool, calm and collected as an ice-cream

Rigel: I SAID CALM DOWN! JUST CALM DOWN ALREADY!

Rigel: *ahem* Marry me?

Fjord: Gosh, but that other guy…

AHEM? EXCUSE ME?

Fjord: Juuuuust kidding! 😀

Well, that was a stressful moment!

We go for a night-time stroll (even though he has the ‘afraid of the dark’ moodlet the whole time)

Rigel: Hey. That’s private, you butt.

Hmmm…. Not now XD Any who, we decided that the pavement needed a little zazzing!

Police-lady: Excuse me Mr, I need your snazzy jacket to come with me.

And she promptly donned his wrists with fashionable, Vogue-worthy bangles… That happened to be chained together and restricted general arm movement… hmm.

Rigel: But I like this jacket 😦

He is suffering from pre-withdrawals of the heart print.

Ahhh…. The good ol’ walk of shame. Where would we be without it, eh?

Rigel: No comment.

But I didn’t ask anyth-

Rigel: I SAID NO COMMENT!

Fine! Never mind, then *sniffs*

Rigel: Oh, well, if you insist. I really need to peeeeee!

Huh?

Police-lady: WHAT?! Do it on your own time, matey.

Rigel: RAGE! RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE!

Let it out, buddy

Rigel: RAGE!

Walking-man-sign: And back away slowly…

And you know what we do? We go right back! Yup, the rebels are in da house XD We’re the kinda kids who give the Woolworths machines notes before coins 😉

We don’t get caught again… How boring. The Aurora Skies police really need to up their game.

Mog: Oh woe is me. I am woe. The woe-ness is the me-ness. Such woe is my life.

-_- Get over yourself

Mog: But all of the mighty woe?

Mog: Neak, I have a mighty idea. We should steal the family funds and escape! Just picture this; a nice one bedroom, 7 gym house with an Olympic swimming pool. It’d would be perfect. You can even write in a dark corner in one of the smaller gyms.  It would be man’s mighty feat of perfection.

Neak: I dunno… Rigel has *deep voice* connections. We could be *deep voice* taken care of!

So the slack staff of ‘Open for Business Bistro’ never deliver our food… Hmm… Is it something I’m doing? It seemed to be working for all the townies. They ended up having to eat at the diner.

Lame-chef: I only had one bite…. And then another… And then-

Max: I’m thinking fishing.

For what purpose?

Max: Just fishing….

Rigel’s rad skills have unlocked the large mural options. I love them, they’re so picturesque and pretty 🙂

Rigel: PRETTY? HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY WORK. It’s rad and ace and wicked and phenomenal! My skills are not to be sniffed at, so none of that ‘pretty’ crap, thanks.

Sassy pants

Someone got a wee bit peckish.

Neak: Beats washing the dishes.

…

Gross.

Max: I’ve run out of painting inspiration, you know? The world has been derelict of all beauty.

Well, I wouldn’t say th-

Neak: I have a solution!

Max: You know, now I think about it, easel painting is more my thing.

I’m gonna let y’all interpret this one on your own…

Rigel: ENOUGH WITH THIS ‘SCENIC’ CRAP, OKAY?

But now you have a pretty mural on your wall 🙂

Rigel: UGLY! >:-/

Post-lady: Coming through! Get out of my way! I smell drumsticks, people. Drumsticks. This is serious business.

Guy: Out of my way, pleb *sticks up nose*

Rigel: He’s so mean 😦 *sniffle* He hurt my feelings.

Yeah, but, you’re mean to everyone els-

Rigel: *sobs* YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. He was mean to ME.

*head desk*

Neak: Please do not disturb me while I am raising my dignification index.

Rigel: So, fiance-buddy, we need to run a well oiled-machine. You see, marrying into a life of crime isn’t easy, but if you just follow my lead, nothing too bad can happen that I can’t blame on you.

Fjord: Excuse moi?

He-hey. They’re so cute together *gushes*…

*reconsiders*

Fjord is just so cute *gushes*

 

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Neak: *sniff sniff* Is that… methane… I smell?

Mog: Oops. My mighty powers of flatulence are finally being recognised for their true glory.

The strangest of angles that are required for the smallest of corridors.

Rigel: MOTHER! EVACUATE YOU’RE BUTT IMMEDIATELY!

This is a 23-19, people. A 23-19!

Max evacuated in style, accompanied by her swanky dinner date, Stein Svard.

Max: Why is he not here?

Stein: Why is she not here?

*sigh*

He left shortly after. I think Max’s dating days are rapidly diminishing.

She looks like a truckie in the aviators! Ha. I love it.

Mog: Do you want to see the fun toys I brought home from the arsenal today?

No thank you, ma’am *struts out of the room*

Mog: *cough* *hack* You?

Betelgeuse: You really need to toughen up, mum. It’s just me.

Mog: No, *cough* just a mighty tickle in my throat.

Rigel: I think it would be safe for Dudley if I was to practice some harmless, fatal detonation out here.

He loves that little dragon.

Rigel: DON’T SAY THAT ABOUT HIM! HE’S MORE THAN JUST A DRAGON, HE’S ONE OF THE FAMILY!

*whispers* I rest my case

Someone’s got a frowny face!

Neak: Technology disgusts me, in fact, so do you.

*tenderly places both hands on heart* ouch 😦 How out of character.

Rigel: Just got to decorate the optimum location of detonation, and then we’re ready to go. Take little Dudders inside for me? Tell him that daddy won’t be long.

I send Mog to the bookshop to buy Rigel some street art books. Isn’t it just the cutest little place? I really love Aurora skies.

Mog: Have you guys heard to the latest mighty conspiracy theory? They’ve been saying our life is all an illusion, and this random person just controls our lives from behind a computer screen.

Pssh. Say what now?

*slowly backs away*

Neak: Guys! She’s getting away! Someone go after her…

Hehe, suckers.

Rigel: Come on Dudders, you can get it boy. Daddy’s very proud of you.

Max: Do I smell food?

Rigel: IT’S FOR DUDLEY! GET OUT  >:-(

Just some harmless skilling for your favourite neighborhood ne’er-do-well. He’s a good little boy.

Rigel: I will not be affiliated with that ridiculously offensive pet name.

Neak: Stay back fire demon, I must slay you to protect my fair maiden

Mog: It’s nice that you think that.

Neak: It breaks my heart when you doubt my masculinity.

Mog: Your what?

Pretty painting 🙂 I love the painting replacement mod. It’s 3075406164511 times better than the default ones.

Harmless wall mural-ing.

Hey little fella. What’s your name?

Whale: Boop.

Hi Boop, nice to meet you.

Boop: Boop.

Old-Lady: Eww. Dead people.

I love this picture. I just think it’s funny how that glammed-up lady is just wading on into the ocean

What happened here? This I do not like.

Magnus: Help me.

Rigel: You can give me a rose, that’s cool. I deserve it.

Chin Han: Errr… What rose? I’ve gotta dash.

Great job, scare the cute boys away.

DOESN’T HE LOOK JUST LIKE BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH? ANYONE? ANYONE? I WAN’T THOSE GENETICS! WHAT A CUTIE!

Rigel: Haha. Found you again. Do I get a reward?

So pretty…

Rigel: How dare he walk away from ME! HE SHALL. Simply wait until my package arrives, and revenge shall be MINE! Mwa ha ha ha haaaaaa….

Guess who we ran into again!

Rigel: Hehe. Found him 😉

Chin: What’s happening?

He just keeps being at the places that we’re at, you know? Maybe it’s meant to be? But I really like Fjord, too…

Rigel: Can’t… quite…

I love how pathetic they start off XD

For some reason, Mog doesn’t like Percy. She autonomously started to slap her… but then didn’t?

Cid: Whelp, I’m leaving you ladies to it.

Mog and Percy: DON’T LEAVE ME HERE WITH HER!

Chin: Hmm… The wind feels quite… rosy?

Rigel: *hums*

Raising the vandalism index.

Oh, look. It’s a blobby, colourful thing. Swell.

Our good friend Chin froze himself to not-quite-death. What a legend.

Rigel: If I loose, it’s only because a fly flew into my ear and I couldn’t concentrate.

Riiiiiiight

Chin: Maybe our hands will touch! 😀

Rigel: I won?  I WON!

Chin: Our hands are so close…

Rigel: Crazy person in the sky is making me flirt with you… Help?

Hehey

Didn’t go down TOO well, just thought I should give it a shot.

Rigel: Did you hear Felicia Lin is a dodgy chika?

Felicia: Talk to the suspiciously gloved hands, gents.

Mog: DOWN WITH DIFFERENTIATION. CALCULUS IS LEADING THE THE DECLINE OF MODERN SOCIETY. DOWN WITH THE DIFFERENTIAL CALCULUS.

I quite like calculus, I’ll have you know. It’s fun.

Mog: GO AWAY THEN!

That is actually what she was ranting about – to an empty room, no less.

Neak: I wrote a book! Do you want to read it?

Max: Meh. I’d rather not.

She’s being all snobby on her, because I won’t set her up with 20-somethings gents.

Max: And a perfectly legitimate reason at that.

Oooh! Fun craft time.

Mog: Go away. I’m exacting revenge on the lady next door… *cough* I mean, carving this mighty pumpkin. Yes, that.

Mog: Something about Sue’s mighty corpse doesn’t seem right…

Because it’s a pumpkin?

Mog: Oh, yes, of course.

You don’t ACTUALLY plan on killing Sue, do you?

Mog: Hmph.

Yet anther fire… I really shouldn’t leave the fireplaces on 24/7…. Yeah, let’s not do that again.

Max: My arm is melted into the door, you simply cannot expect me to do anything else.

Max ends up puts in a little elbow grease.

Neak: Oh dear. Oh no. Oh my. My hair! MY HAIR! What a to-do.

And with a cute little bit of teamwork, the calamity ends well.

This one got the Brilliant whatsit. I really love it. One of my favorites.

Rigel: *Achoo!*

Our happy little line of pumpkins. Completely the wrong season in game, but, meh. If you celebrate, Happy Halloween!

Brotherly love right here, guys.

Rigel: Betelgeuse will LOVE it. Just a little something to remind her of me.

It’s nicer than some of the ones I’ve seen. I actually saw a guy doing a real-life graffiti mural thingo today, it was looking awesome. What a cool dude.

I love the ballet bar at the same time that it makes me want to rip my eyes out. It’s a careful balance.

Rigel: I can FLY!

 

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Whaaacha doing?

Mog: Errrr… Nothing…. I’d be twidling my MIGHTY thumbs, but, I’M BUSY! Go away.

And on this chipper note, I say welcome to chapter 1 of generation 4!

Mog: Stfu

Oooooh! Savage.

Max: Is this seat taken.

Mog: Not now, mother. I have assaulted with verbal assaults.

Like a peanut… You know, a-salted! haha    ha              ha… I’ll go now.

Mog: Yeah, good.

To work of some pent up frustration, Mog goes to Weightlifter’s Wonderland.

Mog: You think I’m mighty now? Wait until I get out!

Wait a minute! There is no weights? What sort of a ‘Weightlifter’s Wonderland’ has no weights?? This is a travesty of justice! I shall take umbridge.

This picture just looks so cozy! Though, all I can imagine is Neak tipping the beanbag? and doing a forward roll through the circle in the table and into the fireplace…

Rigel: ERHMAHGERD! I GOT INVITED TO FJORD’S PARTY!

WOO! I guess Rigel loves her as much as I do-

Rigel: SO MANY PEOPLE TO SCARE! WHAT A DREAM.

…

…

>_>

Fjord: Guess what! Secretly I’m an alien. Look, no pupils 😛

Rigel: Wow. How interesting. I’ve never stalked an alien before.

Pedro: Lol. You got trolled.

Fjord: Give away my cover, much.

Rigel: Wait, what?

ISN’T SHE JUST SO PRETTY? I love taking photos of her XD

Lady: There is something very pulchritudinous about her.

(One doesn’t get to use that word very often!)

Bless the *take break from playing* button!

Blonde-dude: Hey, I was rocking that, guys.

Grey-dude: You were shite, mate.

*nods*

Fjord: Sooo… What’s your favorite food?

Rigel: That’s nacho buisness.

Guys, I’m sorry.

~~Intermission~~

Look what I found in Max’s inventory! A painting that Cairo did. Like, Cairo the generation 1 spare. Fancy that! *ahem*

~~As you were~~

Rigel: If I was a savage and rogue monarch butterfly, I’d be eating your hair.

Fjord: Betcha wouldn’t.

Rigel: Would too

Fjord: Would he really?

I… I… I don’t know.

Rigel: I’M FABULOUS, DARLING!

They dance to Pedro’s rocking tunes.

Fjord: Ching!

Rigel: That toe stamping was not consensual. You will play.

Fjord: Oh dear.

And Pedro plays on, regardless of the possibly ensuing mayhem. What a legend.

Great. You made her cry. Our darling Rigel needs to work on his people skills.

Max: These bleeding hearts are a metaphor for how I feel being trapped inside this house all day painting.

*gulp*

‘Sup Cid, whatcha doing?

Cid: Just chillin’

Nice, nice.

Cid: Please go away.

WHAT IS THIS? THIS WILL NOT DO. NOT AT ALL. NO, I THINK NOT. THIS SHALL BE REMEDIED! I mean, I’m not surprised. But still.

Look, y’all. Aurora skies has a cute wittle cafe! And guess who’s on their way to meet the (less than) charming Rigel? That’s right, our future spouse Fjord!

Fjord: Say what?

Nothin’

Rigel: Close your eyes and imagine a jelly fish, all shiny and pretty.

Fjord:  🙂

Rigel: Now imagine the inside of its stomach, because it ate you, and you’re dead.

Rigel: If I burn her with the scalding coffee, and then treat her burns, I will be her savior, right?

That is a terrible idea.

Fjord, you know there is three spare chairs at Rigel’s table, right?

Fjord: I heard what he said so I’m quite dandy right here, thanks.

He eventually convinced her he was safe for a little cuddle

Rigel: *sniffs* mmmm…  mortality.

Fjord: You’re a bit of a creep, aren’t you?

Rigel: Break my heart much, jeez.

Fjord promptly stormed out.

So…. Just to prove how un-creepish Rigel is, we followed her back to her house and looked through her window.

Rigel: Fancy baking me some cookies? I think you would like the arsenic flavoured ones.

Fjord: HA! You think I’m stupid… You know nothing.

Threats are out, and the foundation for the least healthy relationship this legacy has had so far is laid down.

And it’s sealed with a kiss. I’d say Mr Ciro Perry is long forgotten. Oh, and so is Rigel’s old girlfriend. Umm…. *checks notes* Leia. Poor girl.

Meh.

Mog rolled to invite Betelgeuse over, so I had her over to meet Fjord.

Rigel: Nice weather out?

Betelgeuse: Pardon?

Neak: And are you familiar with the concept of washing dishes?

Fjord: Yes?

Neak: Well, they devised an automated contraption to wash your dishes for you! Isn’t that great? It does pose considerable threat to the value of modern society, not to mention to horrid technological aspects that make me shudder all over, but saves precious seconds.

Neak: FEED ME!

Fjord: Rigel, help.

Welcome to the family.

Betelgeuse: So I was reading this book about the greatest crimes of all time, and I’ve noticed that the most brilliant criminals are the most desperate to get caught. And I think that’s our problem, we don’t get caught enough.

Max: I really need to get out of the house. They’ve trapped me in here, painting all day long like a prisoner. Please take me with you.

Hush. Enough of that.

Betelgeuse: You repulse me.

Rigel: I see a diamond on her finger! Mwa ha ha ha haaaa! Soon it shall be MINE!

Fjord: Rigel, I will throw you in the garbage compactor.

Mog: EVERYBODY UP! 4am IS A SLEEP IN YOU LOOSERS. GET YO BUTTS OVER TO MIGHTY-MOG-THE-GREAT’S BOOTCAMP! I’LL TURN YOU LOOSERS INTO EXAMPLES OF A PHYSICAL MATERPIECE (somewhat like myself).

The enthusiasm is real XD

Fjord slept over 😉 and admires the morning view from the window.

Fjord: Your neighbors have Netflix.

Fjord: And scoop the cereal da da dum, eat the cereal la da da,scoop some more cereal doo dee da, eat that cereal la dee da dum.

Rigel: This fridge is of inferior quality.

Let’s just zoom in a wee tad.

Rigel: Do you hear me? Someone will have to pay.

Just a little closer…. Look at that eyebrow! It looks twice the size of the other one.

*ahem* You were saying?

Max peruses the eligible men of Aurora Skies.

Mog: If you fly to the moon and never come back, I might start to like you.

Fjord: This is cozy

Mog: 😈

Mog: HURRY UP AND MAKE ME SOME MIGHTY GRAND-BABIES! ALL MY REAL ONES ARE CRAP!

Rigel: …

She’s musical! ^_^

Fjord: Rigel! We should compose your mum a love song! We can surprise her and play it at her work to reveal what a softie she really is.

Mog: Do it and you’re dead.

Rigel: FOOOD!

Fjord: Did you hear what I just said?

Rigel: Eurgh. That smells fowl.

Rigel: Why don’t we just sell the mac n cheese instead? I’m sure someone is somewhere is looking for a lethal poison.

Rigel: Or we could just save is for a rainy day? You know. I might want to kill all some of you one day…

What a pleasant place to end >_> But look! Capella has a person! When it popped up it looked like he was about 80 years old, but on closer inspection he’s not. So that’s GOOD! Hope you all have a great day/night.

 

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Alrighty! I would like to say a big thank you to Fluffymao of the Diabolical Legacy for this nomination. Go and check it out, it is very funny!

 

Rules!

1. Thank the person who nominated you
2. Post the award on your blog
3. Share seven random facts about yourself
4. Pass the love to 10 bloggers with less than 1000 followers and let them know

 

My deepest darkest secrets…

1. I just started my last year of high school (eek)!
2. I am studying bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian) which is the official language of Indonesia, although there are hundreds of regional languages, too. Bahasa Indonesia is also very similar to bahasa Malaysia, which is handy.
3. If I happened to assume a life of crime and needed to work under a fake name I’d choose Rita Maclaire, or Marguerite Claire, depending how I felt on that particular day. Not that I plan to joining a crime syndicate, but it pays to be prepared, right?
4. I am trying to crochet myself a pair of socks (It’s not going too well XD)
5. I have six pet chickens; Patsy, Honey, Bubbles, Dolly, Dee and Quackermole (hence the username). We first got chickens because they came with the house when we moved in. There were 5 of them, and the previous owners had named them all Sally.
6. If I could only listen to one (music) artist for the rest of my life, I’d probably choose Mike Oldfield.
7. I love to dress crazy with lots of colours! As many as possible. My favourite item of clothing is my red gumboots!

 

Be nominated!

1. The Life and Times of the Willows
2. This Little Bluebird
3. The Rose Legacy
4. GC Sims
5. The Kingston Legacy
6. Well, I’ve got five there… If you’re reading this and want the award GO AHEAD AND TAKE IT! WOO! I give it to you all.

 

Thanks again Fluffymao ^_^

Sampai jumpa nanti!

Our new heir is very dignified XD

Vega: You’re joking. You HAVE to be joking.

Nopety nopety no. Thank you to everyone who voted, I really appreciated it! In the end it was a tie between Rigel and Vega, so I just flipped a coin. (Rigel won)

Rigel: *baby voice* Fancy that, little dragon egg. Your daddy is superior to ALL of his siblings. You never doubted it for a moment, did you?

Vega: The evil trait is wasted on him.

*nods in agreement*

What a happy family…

Capella: Mum, you’re blocking me. Get out of the way.

Mog: This is for the better, dear. Think of the readers. Do they want to see you, or do they want to see this muscular body of all mightiness?

Abandoned cake: Nobody loves me 😦

Rigel’s head: Time to make a living.

Rigel’s heart (out of the picture and often ignored): But think of all of those poor, innocent people.

Rigel’s head: Excuse me?

The head won out, and he’s off to kick some butt!

Rigel: He hey.

And the rampant ne’er do well’s are out on the town… Hang on… Is that Adam(?)’s house? You know, the guy you terrorised that time.

Betelgeuse: No comment.

And the dragon is ACTUALLY HATCHING! Thank you Fluffymao ^_^

Vega: Clean up in aisle 12. The roadkill is moving.

Dursley: You better watch out, lady. My wrath is not to be sniffed at.

I love him.

Rigel: Dursley, see the scarring-for-life event at 9 o’clock?

Dursley: Meep!

Rigel: Take care of it for me.

Dursley: FEEL MY WRATH!

Neak: Wha? *gasp*

Well. I didn’t quite think that one through, did I?

Neak to the rescue!

Phew. That was a close one, hey guys?

Rigel: Relish the flames. Feel their glory. Worship their ethereal power.

*gulp*

Rigel: Heh. I’m just kidding. At least we’re toasty warm!

Careful, Max! You’re in the line of fire!

Neak: Hush I’m a great shot.

Floorboard: *wheezing* I wouldn’t. Say. That.

Aha! Caught you in the act of sneaking.

Rigel: HUSH! Betelgeuse doesn’t like it when I feed her fish to Dursley.

She has fish?

Rigel: Here you go, little guy.

Dursley: Om nom noms.

Vega: I’m just… I just can’t believe you didn’t love me more than my stinky brother.

That’s a cute pout you’ve got there. Make me some adorable spare babies, okay?

AGAIN?!?!

Altair: Excuse me, I’m trying to have a conversation here if it’s all the same to you.

Haha. They’re all getting into it, aren’t they?

Altair: Let us sacrifice our mother. Help me to push her into the flames. It is the only way.

Mog: This can’t be happening… I’m too mighty to die.

Rigel: LET ME IN ON THE ACTION! WHAT DID I MISS?

Betelgeuse: Can you not see that we’re sacrificing our mother? Jeez. Now you are all caught up.

Vega: Y’all are being awfully loud down here.

Okay. So I decided it was time to move!

Capella: Rigel, you’re standing on my head, get off.

I honestly don’t know how they all fit in the teeny tiny cars.

Anywho, I just think DV is very dark. Anyone else get that? And every building is decorated in brown… So much brown.

So now they Frosteds embark on a trecherous journey through the land of a loading screen to arrive at….

Aurora Skies! All the pictures I’ve seen are very colourful, just what I’m after 🙂

Betelgeuse: How quickly can I get a rocket out of this household?

Quite swiftly actually. I moved Betelgeuse, Vega, Altair and Capella in with some random guy.

Rigel: Mwa ha ha! They will forever be my slaves, bound to service by Lucifer!

Hmmm.. No. Bye guys!

And this is their cute, (not so) little house. It’s a pre-existing house, I just somewhat re-did the interior.I wasn’t much in the mood for building and decorating.

Here we have the entrance hall. – vestibule, if I may. For most of the rooms I chose one or two colours and mainly used those for the furniture and such.

Just a random hallway named Jerome.

Jerome: Sup, guys?

Just passing through.

Kitchen and dining.

Bathroom #1

Another random hallway/landing kinda thang.

Lounge room. I may have overdone it with the hanging light bulb things, but I just love them!

Bathroom #2

This is on the third floor now, we have the master bedroom.

Max’s room.

Mog and Neak’s room.

Finally, bathroom #3. The whole place is still a wee bit bare, but I’ll add to it probably.

And the yard!

HAHA! The street is reflected in this pouting lady’s sunglasses XD

Rigel: Hey, pouting lady 😉

Pouting lady: I’m Miriam, nice to meet you.

Rigel: I’m Rigel.

Miriam: I’m sorry, but I really don’t like children.

???

She’s a strange one, Rigel. You don’t want her.

Rigel: Rigel Frosted, at your service. Anyone that needs to be taken care of, I’m your guy.

Pedro: Haha. You’re funny.

GAAAAH! She freaked me out the first time I saw her, and its not any better the second time XD

Phew. Okay. I put the Business as Usual Bistro in an empty lot, and had Neak buy it. It’s pretty cool 🙂

He thinks he’s fancy XD

Neak: Someone has to be at least a little bit dignified.

And you think that should be you?

Neak: Who else would it be?

…

…

…

Right.

Max takes up painting!

I really do think I may have overdone it with the lights.

OH MY GOSH! GUYS! DO YOU SEE THIS? THE MIGHTY MOG IS AFRAID! What could possibly have brought the mightiest heir ever to have lived to her knees in trembling fear?

Steak and two veg? Really? Gotta admit, that was a bit of a let down.

Mog: I.. I..I w…wasn’t afraid. J..just hungry. S…see? Eat..eating my fingernails.

Sure *eyeroll*

Rigel: NO! I AM NOT GOING OUTSIDE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT BECAUSE A CUTE GIRL IS WALKING PAST THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE!

Yes you are, mister.

Rigel: See? She doesn’t even want me here.

Fjord: Why is a strange man in my house?

I may have made him follow her home… You know, a friendly introducing-yourself-to-the-neighbors sort of escapade.

Rigel: WELL I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE EITHER!

Dignity, please.

Fjord: Wait! Just remembered I’ve got ice-cream! Priorities.

Rigel: You better be sharing some of that. It’s polite.

Fjord: La la la la la

Isn’t she gorgeous? A townie, too! I did give her a make over, but the facial structure is 100% the same. She’s a keeper.

Fjord: Looky here, chum. If I’m giving you some of MY ice cream, I expect a home cooked meal next time I see you. Comprende?

Rigel: Deal.

This is a good sign… It means there will be a next time 😉

Percy: Well, this is a jolly looking place.

Neak: La dee da da da

Cid too? What an eventful night.

Neak: So in the restaurant last night, there was this huge exlpo-

Cid: Buddy, I ain’t interested.

Haha! She looks so funny in that work outfit. It has to go.

Mog tries ballet… I can’t watch…

At least she has nice turnout on the supporting leg, I guess.

So Rigel got flung in jail, and GUESS WHAT!

THEY HAVE THE ACTUAL HOLDING CELLS! I don’t think they have that in any other worlds? Do they? Anyway, it’s freaking cool.

There is even two other cells with beds and stuff!

Forgot about Neak’s birthday and Dursley is the only one there to celebrate. What a sweetie.

Dursley: Squark?

He looks much the same. Perhaps a tad more harrowed?

And Max’s first painting that is hang-on-the-wall-able.

Alrighty. I ran out of pictures, so I’ll go and leave it here. See ya next time.

~ Thanks for reading! 😀

Hi! Welcome to the heir vote. Take a seat, get comfortable. If you haven’t read 3.11 yet… there’s the link ^_^

Betelgeuse:

• Loner
• Heavy Sleeper
• Kleptomaniac
• Loves the Outdoors
• Athletic
• LTW: Street Credible

I haven’t got many plans for her yet… Just your average ne’er-do-well xD

Rigel:

• Clumsy
• Evil
• Genuis
• Coward
• Excitable
• LTW: Emperor of Evil

By far the most evil, Rigel pulls off the heart-print quite nicely. He does have a girlfriend, but since I’ve forgotten about her, I’d say she isn’t long term.

Vega:

• Insane
• Hates the Outdoors
• Over emotional
• Gatherer

I’d probably try either the Heart Breaker or Gold Digger LTW. They’d be quite entertaining.

Altair:

• Good
• Loves the Cold
• Lucky
• Ambitious

I get a career/business vibe (maybe it’s the snappy blazer) but I’m not entirely sure yet. Any ideas?

Capella:

• Artistic
• Absent minded
• Genius
• Handy

I’d probably have Capella do painting as her thing to try out my new mod ^_^

Thanks for sticking ’round with the Frosted’s, and I hope you can help me choose the next heir (I am so very, very stuck) ^_^