The DeLightful Legacy- Chapter 4Presentation Transcript
The DeLightful Legacy- Chapter 4
Hello, everyone! Welcome back to The DeLightful Legacy! Gen. B is in progress, now. Last chapter was sort of a cliffhanger at the end. Will Alec come back around some time to start up the Volturi? Well, we’ll just have to wait and see. But for happier things, Aro is finally getting married to Tracy! As seen by this picture here. And the stupid petal blocked the ring, so it looks like Tracy is putting a petal on Aro’s finger. They had a nighttime wedding in the middle of winter! Yay!
“Open up, Trace!” “Aro, no! Mrmrmmfffghmf.” “Haha! You sound like a walrus. A cute walrus.” “*muffled* I’ll have you know, Mr. DeLightful, that if I were a walrus, I’d be the sexiest walrus ever!” “Very well, Mrs. DeLightful. Have some more cake *shoves cake in her mouth*” So sweet.
It can’t be a party without me being there! “Making up a song about CORALIIIINE! She’s a peach, she’s a pal, she’s a friend of miiiiinee—” “Daisy, is it necessary to sing so obnoxiously at my wedding?” “Yes, Tracy. It is. If I weren’t singing obnoxiously, the whole world would explode. Twice.” “I don’t believe that…” “Believe it, sister.” Coralineis my favorite animated movie. That and the Lion King.
Let’s all ignore Rayne’s plumbob, okay? Daisy: “So, when are y’all making those babies!?” Tracy: “Um, I don’t think that’s proper dinner table conversation.” Alice: “I’ll already know! Ha!” Daisy: “Alice, you’re living with me. I don’t care if you don’t want to. We’re going to be roommates!” Alice: “Yay!” Troy: “Why…why is my food burned? *sigh* Aro: “Who gave them alcohol?”
After all the creepiness of the dinner table and after I smustled my heart out, and Alice went swimming even though it’s winter, the party ended, and the happy couple went to drive off in the night, making all their needs go up so they would be up ALL night, trying to conceive a child. “Daisy, must you be so thorough?” Yes, Aro. I must. GET USED TO IT :D
“Ready to try for our first child, Tracy?” “Of course. And I can’t wait to see what it will look like. I bet it’ll look just like you.” “I bet it will look just like you.” “I love you, Aro. This is the best day of my life so far.” “So far?” “Well, the next best days will be when our children are born.” “I love you, Tracy.” Moving on because Daisy can’t write romance very well without gagging…
After only TWO tries these lovebird got pregnant. Joy! So, Trace, what are you reading, there? “Oh, just the basics of pregnancy…it says here before your water breaks, there’s this mucus plug—ew! And…oh my goodness what the heck is that?!” I’d say that’s a Graphic Novel. Ha! I’m so hilarious. Ahem…moving on.
“There is no way that can come out of there…that defies logic…” What are you talking about? “A baby can’t just appear out of a plumbob or spinning around once.” How else would it appear… “Well, obviously if it’s inside of me it must come out of my—” STOP. Keep it PG, woman.
Rayne likes gardening. She’s already on her Silver Badge. Since she doesn’t have a career related LTW, she can pretty much do whatever she wants. Yes, she does have a job, but I don’t take it seriously now. We’re rolling in Simoleons! Rolling in it! “Those tomatoes I harvested were tasty!” Yep. (too excited…)
That’s gross, Tracy. “I’m pregnant!” Right, blame it on the baby. It’s not the baby’s fault that you can’t hold your cookies. “Ugh, this is horrible.” Don’t worry. It’s over now. Oh, wait, you’re going to stand up, flush the toilet at throw up again. “Ugh!”
“So, Tracy, I didn’t get a chance to say it last night, but welcome to the family! I was too preoccupied with my burnt food.” “Oh, well, thanks Troy. That means a lot to me. I was afraid I wouldn’t fit in very well.” “No! Of course you’ll fit in. Just don’t touch Volterra.” “Why not?” “He’s my cat.” Troy, Rayne got Volterra for the kids way back when you guys were poor. “That’s a lie, Daisy. Trace, don’t touch Volterra. If you do, you’re out of the club. Club DeLightful, that is.” Wow.
“So, did you tell her about touching Volterra?” “Yes, Rayne. She won’t touch my cat!” You both are lunatics! “Oh, and I should tell her not to fool around in my garden. I’m the only one who will touch those strawberries!” “Oh, baby, I love it when you sound like a tyrant!” “Let’s go upstairs!” Ew.
You cow. “I’m pregnant!” Stop. Blaming. The. Baby.
Baby bump number one! It’s been a while since I’ve said that. “Is all that spaghetti for me?” No. That plate in front of you is. The rest is for the family. Because you actually live with other people who eat as well. “But I’m starving!” So? As long as you don’t have twins, I shall be happy.
“I can’t wait for this baby to be born.” “I know, Aro. But I wish you didn’t have to work so much. I’m afraid you might miss the birth.” “I promise you, Tracy, I will not miss the birth of our first child. Besides, I’m getting promotions left and right. Pretty soon I’ll be chief of staff and platinum.” “What do you think we’re going to have?” “I can hear your thoughts right now…you think we’re going to have twins.” “Have you seen the way I’ve been eating?” “I think it’s going to be one. One child that we can spoil to death.”
And the cow expands! “Stop calling me cow.” Whoa, your voice got all exorcist there…
No, Volterra! Aww, poor little kitty. Anybody else wondering what a skunk is doing in the middle of winter? Go hibernate, you smelly bag of fur.
“Tracy, you’re absolutely glowing!” “Really? I feel like I’m going to pop, actually.” “Yes, and your maternity outfit is way better than mine was. Mine washed me out even more.” “You’re very beautiful, Rayne. I hope the kids look like you.” “That’s very kind.”
“Oh, Rayne, I pulled a few weeds that were growing around your strawberry plants. I hope you don’t mind. You were sleeping and I was bored…Aro works so much.” “*twitch* Ha! Of course I don’t mind that you touched my strawberry plants that I’ve raised since the dawn of time with my bare hands.” “Alright, cool.” “*twitch*”
“Another great day at work! Wonderful, even! In fact, I would go as far to say that this has been the best day at work in my life!” Guess what, Troy? You’re growing old tonight! This day just keeps getting better! “Err…Right! Bring on the wrinkles and the grey hair and…the decrease in libido…oh my gosh, my day just got worse…”
You don’t look that bad! “Daisy, how will Rayne ever love me? I’m sure her boltage for me has gone down.” Actually, it didn’t. You’re quite a catch! A sight for sore eyes. “So much so that even YOU would want me?” Uh…sorry, I only have eyes for your great greatgreat grandson. Plus, I look at you as a friend, really. Omnipotent… “Daisy!” See, pals only.
What do you get when you have a birdman, a meat head, a fortune teller, and an old man in the same room? SMUSTLE TIME!
Like I said, it’s not a party unless I’m there! “I AM DAISY THE CREATOR! MY SMUSTLING IS HEAVEN SENT. TREMBLE IN MY PRESENCE!”
“All right, this party is TOO LOUD! Break it up, break it up!” Aww maaaaann.
“Troy, what gave you the idea that I would love you less now that you’re old?” “Because I’m wrinkly and my joints ache.” “I’m only two days away from being elder. Good thing I’m not blonde, otherwise it would make me look like a gold digging tramp who doesn’t love you and is only after your money!” “Yes…good thing.”
“Daisy! Get Aro! Get Aro, now!” What is with you? Geez, you waddle around acting like you built this place with your bare hands— “Daisy, I’m having the baby!” STOP BLAMING THE CHILD! “AHHH!! ARO! GET UP HERE NOW!” Drama queen…
Ooh, look, a baby! Where did that come from? “My plumbbob!” Is that a nickname for your— “Good heavens, Daisy…”
“Hello, Little One!” This is baby Blue DeLightful! He’s named after the character Blue Chessex from Degrassi: The Next Generation. I’m not sure what Blue’s real name is, they’ve never revealed it on the show. Unless that is his real name. Anyway, he’s super artistic and kind of a heartthrob. He uses his artistic abilities to woo the women in Degrassi, especially Holly J. Sinclair. This Blue has Tracy’s grey eyes, and Rayne’s black hair and skin. Aro was born with brown hair, and I changed it, so the black hair is from Rayne. Go Rayne!
“Of course I would be stuck with diaper duty around here…” “*Blue giggles*” “So you think this is funny, Blue? Me getting to smell your great masterpiece?” “*more giggles*”
“Well, at least you’re a cute little fellow.” And this is a beautiful picture. Possibly the best picture ever. Okay, maybe not…but I like the Grandson-Grandfather bonding here. Keep it coming, gramps! “Daisy, don’t call me gramps…” Sorry :D
“Hello?” “Hi! Um…is Rayne home?” “Well, yes, but she’s working in her garden and told me specifically to not bother her with anything. Unless it’s an emergency.” “Damn it!” “Excuse, me, sir?” “Can you tell her that Gabe called!?” “Um, sure.” “*click*” “Weirdo…”
“It sure is getting lonely around here, Blue. Your father is always at work and is so worn out from it that all he can do is eat dinner and go to bed…I’d hate to bother Rayne because she’s so adamant about gardening…and your grandfather Troy is, well…he helps, but he’s old and I don’t want him to over work himself. Blue, your daddy is a nice person…he’s just trying to make an example for you.” “Gah-nuh-nuh” “Yes, whatever that means. I’m just getting so tired doing this by myself…”
“—And that, Volterra, is how you make the best spaghetti! Easy, no?” --My name is Italian. I think I know a thing or two about spaghetti— Hey, Rayne…guess who’s getting old today!? “Volterra?” Ye—wait, what? No! You are. “Hmm…you don’t say?” Well you don’t have to act so uninterested!
Get off my counters! Goodness, we put food there. Do you really want our guests to come to our house and during dinner ask, “Oh, this spaghetti is just delicious? What is this flavor, cat butt?” No! I don’t think so. Get off, now! “Meow.” Oh, so now you can’t talk. I hate you, Volterra.
“I was waiting to hold him all day, Tracy. He’s so small…” “Yeah.” “Is something the matter, sweetheart?” “No…just a little tired. Blue here isn’t a big fan of sleeping.” “Are you sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”
“No, Aro. I’m not sure.” “Tracy, what’s going on with you?” “You just…you work so much, I feel like I’m the main one taking care of Blue.” “Tracy, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to reach my LTW.” “What about mine!? Mine is career related too, and you don’t see me rushing off, leaving Blue here with Rayne and Troy to take care of him.” “Maybe you should just take a hot bath and go to sleep. I’ll take it from here.” “*sigh* Okay…whatever.”
“I’m sorry, little guy. I promise to try harder for your mother. I think she’s just a little stressed out. No worries, Blue. I love you so much, and I love your mother as well.”
“Volterra, look, my painting of my daughter-in-law and grandson is complete!” *kitty snores* “Volterra?” Troy, stop talking to the cat like it knows what you’re saying. Stupid cat doesn’t deserve social interaction. Hate that cat…
“Yes! Finally made 25,000 simoleons! Victory!” Yeah, and you will soon be on a pension check. You, my friend, are getting old! Haha! Victory! Get ready for saggy skin and insomnia and the ever so lovely grey hair! “Why must you rain on my parade?”
It was a double birthday, actually. Blue was going to enter toddlerhood and Rayne was going to enter death row, haha! “That’s not funny, Daisy.” Yes, I know, Rayne. Be upset over getting old. It’s quite alright.
For the fangirls, really. Yes, yes, he’s perfect. Moving on. And yes, fangirls, if you want to drool over this photo and quite possibly call yourself Mrs. Aro DeLightful, be my guest. But there is only one true Mrs. Aro DeLightful and that is Tracy. Sorry, gals. He’s just pixels.
Tuxedo baby! Run away! Besides the tux, which I changed him out of, Blue is pretty adorable. And we can just look over the fact that his hair is now blonde… Blue Chessex has blonde hair, so this was necessary.
Rayne, you can’t wish for a long happy life. Your life is over! “Daisy, cut that out! And I’m not wishing for that. I’m wishing you would die!” Not going to happen, woman.
Well, at least you don’t look hideous. And red is still your color. “Thanks, Daisy. You don’t really hate me, do you?” No. Though you were evil to me in the beginning. But you gave me Aro, so there’s no reason for me to hate you. I am your creator. Hear me roar.
“Gosh, mom, I can’t believe it. You’re actually old!” “Alice.” “What, Dad? I’m just stating the obvious. It’s not like she’s a young college girl like me.” “Troy, is it too late to disown one of our children?” “Unfortunately it is…” “Hey!”
Stupid RHPD (Riverblossom Hills Police Department)…always trying to ruin a good party. We don’t even have that many people here! “Fine, I’ll leave.” Oh, wow. No really, she actually did leave. She got out of the cruiser, looked around a few times, and then got back in the car and left. Glitch!
And so it begins… “Daddddyyyyy*!” He’s sleep. “I want my Dad-dyyy!” I’m sorry kid, you’re going to have to settle for Mommy. “Wahhhh!” Jeez, kid, lighten up. *Doesn’t it actually sound like the toddlers yell Daddy?? Or am I alone on this one? Anyone? Fine. BETHATWAY.
This brings back memories from the beginning! When they went on their first date! Troy, should I hum the theme to Beverly Hills Cop— “No.” “Hell no.” Okay. I’ll sing then… Have I found you, flightless bird? Jealous, weeping. Or lost you, American mouth? Big pill— “Alright, that’s enough, Daisy. Let’s not overwhelm the readers with your intense obsession with the Twilight books and movies.” Okay, Troy. But that’s a good song!
“Aro, could you please feed Blue? I’m so tired, I can barely stand.” “Sorry, honey. Sure, give him here.” “Gosh, I really shouldn’t have to ask, though, Aro. Shows how perceptive you are. Can you not see that I’m about to pass out?” “Tracy, just get to bed, okay. We’ll talk in the morning.” “And for goodness sake, put a shirt on!” Don’t worry, Aro. She’s just grumpy is all.
“Don’t worry about your mother, Blue. She’s just tired.” “Momma go sleep, Daddy play wiff Blue all night!” “Not all night…just until you get sleepy. Now, can you say sleepy?” “No.” “Please?” “Okay, bwecause you asked nicewy. Sweepy!” “Close enough…”
“It’s been a fun night, little Blue. But I can see you need to be put to bed.” “But Daddy have fun wiff Blue all night.” “Right, but Daddy is tired. Extremely tired. And Daddy has to get up in the morning. Okay, Blue?” “Kay, Daddy. I wuv you!” “I love you to, kid.”
The next morning! “Did Blue finally fall asleep?” “Yes, after he learned a few words…kid’s talkative.” “I wonder where he get’s that from.” “Not me. Probably my mother.” “…Aro, I’m sorry for blowing up at you last night. I was just really stressed out.”
“Tracy, I understand.” “And you can walk around shirtless anytime you’d like…” “Tracy, are you thinking what I think your thinking…I can see your thoughts right now.” “Mm-hmm.”
“Let’s have another, Aro!” “Another what?” “Baby! Come on, we obviously have to have three anyway. And look how beautiful Blue is. Come on, let’s try for another.” “Well, if you insist, sweetheart.” And let the baby making commence!
This really has no purpose. Blue’s just a cutie-patootie.
Hey, are you pregnant? “Of course I am. And I’m happy about--*gags*--it too-ughgughguh!” Yes, those are the true sounds of happiness.
“Oh, Tracy, was that you throwing up in the bathroom.” “Yes…I think I’m pregnant again!” “Wonderful! Tracy, keep giving me grandchildren, I love it!” “I know you do. Only one more after this one.” “Aww, can’t you have like…I don’t know…eighty.” “Not on your life, madam.” Her life’s almost over! Oh! ZING!
“Aro, look, I’m showing!” “Yes…showing…nice.” “Aro, why are you just staring off into space.” “I don’t know…I feel like this baby is going to be highly unlucky.” “That’s odd…”
“Gwampa! I can’t do my bizzy-nusswiff you stawing at me wike that!” Yeah, grandpa. Don’t get all Lovely Bones on us, here.
“Voltewwa! I gwow up today! And today is Gwampa and Gwanny’sanni-an—how do you say that word… --Anniversary! Anniversary! Now let me go!— “Annuh-vews-uh-wee. Anyway, there will be lotsa people, so you MUST be good. Go put a tie on, Voltewwa.” --Why in God’s name would I do that!? Let me go you filthy imbecile!— Kitties and kiddies don’t mix.
Troy and Rayne’s LTW’s have been fulfilled. Party time!
“Who wants Crepes Suzette?” I do! I do! “Too bad. You can’t digest it!” I made sure that Rayne did the lighting of the food this time instead of Troy. Don’t want any early deaths by awesome characters such as Troy.
Family Smustle Lines! Part 1!
Family Smustle Lines! Part 2!
God, this family is so dysfunctional. Tracy fell asleep in perfectly good Crepes Suzette, Rayne doesn’t know how to help with it, and Troy is telling a dirty joke to a HEADMASTER.
I just think Troy looks flaming in this picture.
“Happy Birthday, little Blue! Blow out your candles!” “I can’t wait to have my cake!”
Yeah, well, idiot Rayne here tried to clean up Blue’s cake before anybody else could have a slice. I tried to stop here, but she ended up putting it on the floor, resulting in this mess right here. Rayne, you are the worst grandmother EVER.
Here’s Blue as a child! I don’t really know who he looks like as of yet, I want to say he looks like Tracy, though. The cheeks are from her at least.
“Well, I can’t call you little Blue anymore. You’re big now!” “What are you going to name the new baby?” “Well, we don’t know yet. It depends on whether it’s a she or a he.”
“Hi, little sibling! Mom, I hope it’s a girl. I want a little sister to protect.” “That’s very sweet of you, Blue. What if it’s a boy?” “Then he’ll be my best friend in the whole entire world.” This kid’s so nice! His personality is 5/9/10/1/10.
“Hey, Blue. I’m sorry I threw away your birthday cake…” “No, Granny, it’s okay. Cake’s not a reliable source of nutrients anyway.” “I promise on your next birthday I will not go near your cake until you have a slice.” “Thanks, Granny.”
First day of school! Have a good one, kiddo! “You got it!” Aww, so cute…growing up so fast…
“Trace, you alright?” “Baby! And Aro’s not here…” “Don’t worry, Tracy. Rayne and I are here. And Volterra. And the maid.” “I want Arooooooo-OWWWW!”
Yay! It’s not a clone! “It’s a girl.” A girl named Bella. This little one is named after Bella (Isabella) Swan from the Twilight Saga. She’s the main character/narrator. She’s described as pale (not this Bella) with dark hair and eyes and is a bit clumsy at times. She’s an introvert and is pretty unlucky. She also doesn’t see herself clearly and doesn’t understand why all of Forks High is in love with her. She falls in love with a vampire named Edward and because of this, she is put under a lot of danger. Aro from the Volturi wants her to become a vampire and join his coven. Bella isn’t my favorite character in the books, but I like how Kristen Stewart portrays her in the movies. I’m not sure about Bella’s genetics here…she has Rayne’s eyes, and hair, and I’m guessing Tracy’s skin…IDK!
“Dad! The baby was born today! It’s a girl. Her name’s Bella!” “Yes, I know, Blue. Your grandma called me at work while I was going over a patient’s file. Let’s go see if Bella’s awake, alright?” “Sure! I have nothing better to do. I finished my homework already.” “Nice job, son.”
“She’s very pretty, isn’t she, Dad?” “Of course she is. I can’t wait until she’s a toddler and you get to play with her more.” I’m still trying to figure out this kid’s genes! I don’t understand if that’s Tracy’s skin or not…
“Dad, whenever I look at Bella, I just want to have another kid with Trace.” “Aw, Aro, Bella’s not that ugly! Just because she looks a bit different—” “Troy, what are you talking about?” “Dad, I mean Bella’s so beautiful I want to make another beautiful child…” “Oh…right. Well, forget I said anything about her being ugly. She’s not.” “Dad, I think you need to see a mental specialist…” “You’re the specialist around here! Diagnose me, son!” “You’re completely mad.” As a hatter.
Babies are boring, aren’t they. So the days passed and soon miss Bella here was going to enter toddlerhood. Joy. “Go Bella! Make mommy proud and look beautiful!” Yes, live up to the name, Bella.
Yeah, so Bella indeed has a MAXIS skin like I thought she did. That’s annoying. I didn’t know Tracy had that skin…it didn’t look like it. I must have put something on the nose… Here’s why I don’t like MAXIS skin: It’s so dull looking. It’s hard to put makeup on because of said dullness. The area around the eyes have no shading, and Bella here looked Asian before I redid her face. Overall, she’s still pretty. Not exactly like Bella Swan, but this is Bella DeLightful, so she has the right to look different.
“Okay, Bella, I’m going to teach you how to be nice. Now, you see this toy, right?” “Wight!” “Any you want it, right?” “Yes!” “Well, you can’t have it!” “But that’s not faiwuhh. You have to be nice!”
“I know, that’s why I’m going to give you a kiss and let you have the toy! See, that’s how to be nice to people. Don’t let people take your stuff, though. Because then they just take advantage of you. You have to have a backbone in this world.” Jeez, Blue, don’t you think you’re laying it on her a little heavy? She can barely walk…sheesh.
How’s the homework going? “I have to write an essay on an admirable person. I’m choosing Andy Warhol.” Oh, cool, he’s the guy that painted the campbell soup cans, right? “Daisy, that’s not all he’s famous for. He’s the epitome of pop-art. The kind of it, even. Possibly the inventor of it. He painted Marilyn Monroe for heaven sakes!” Do you even know who Marilyn Monroe is…? “No. Mother doesn’t allow me to watch TV anymore. Ever since that whole incident with Volterra and the catnip mouse…” What? When did this happen and why are there no pictures!?
“Hey, Grandpa, is Bella going to be heir?” “Whoa, kid, who told you about the heirship?” Oops… “I just feel like Bella’s going to be heir anyway and nobody will vote for me because we all know who’s going to get more screentime.” “Blue, don’t worry about that as of now. Bella’s still a toddler, so she’s fairly boring right now. And your parents still have to have one more kid.” “Great, more competition!” That’s the spirit!
“Tracy, I just want to tell you that I’m glad Aro picked you.” “Well, thanks, Rayne…not that he had that many options or anything…” “It’s just, while I’m not the founder of this Legacy, I’m the spouse of the founder, and I’ve been here since the beginning, when things were horrible and we didn’t have money. When every little simoleon counted.” “I understand, Rayne. I’m very pleased to be a part of this family. I just feel bad for Generation G…they have to downgrade...” HA!
The Next Day! “Trace, I think now’s the time to try for another little one.” “Really?” “Of course, Bella’s growing up tonight, and we’re not getting any younger.” “Okay, but not right now.” “Huh?” “Aro, I have to go to work…like in five seconds.” “Oh, right. Well, I’ll be waiting, in all my shirtless glory.” I keep him shirtless for a reason, ladies :D Wait until we get to generation J!
Elderly and he can still rock like Muse. Go Troy!
Ah! Who brought you here! “Tracy DeLightful. She’s my new co-worker now that Rayne retired.” Is that what you call your victims!? Co-workers? “Um…no. I call my co-workers…co-workers.” Right. I’m on to you buddy. No funny business. I see how you swoon whenever Trace walks by. She’s a perfectly happy and married woman. Not to mention a family sim!
“Happy Birthday, Bella!” “Shh! No, no, no birthdays. My aging is not something to celebrate. Every day I get closer to—” Shutup. Alright? If there’s one thing I hate about your character, it’s the fact that she complains every single sentence. Just blow out your candles! “Err, right. Like I said, sweetie, happy birthday…”
I think I did my best at Bella-fying her. Dark eyes, not that much makeup, long brown hair. Elle est beau! The outfit’s not really “Bella”, but because in the books, Bella Swan’s past is not very clear, like her childhood and what friends she had before she moved to Forks, I can’t really find clothes suitable for her in child form. So she has this sparkly thing! But her teen clothes are Bella. Bella. Bella….let’s just count how many times I say Bella from now on.
“Bells, we’re going to be really good friends. I mean, this generation doesn’t have any bad people in it at all. There can’t be anything evil coming our way, or something like that.” “Yeah, Blue. The next baby’s going to be totally nice.” Yes, the baby’s going to be nice. But I have a feeling a certain uncle is going to be the complete opposite. Alright, join me next time for a new baby, teenagers, the first legacy deaths (maybe?) and some other unimportant randomness that I throw in here for no reason. Will this be the birth of the first DeLightful Plot? Tune in, children! Bye! :D