7: I’m looking for that Jermajesty thing. Anyone seen it?
Anna: Er, what’s it look like?
7: I dunno, it’s like blue and sparkles a lot or something.
Anna: Well that sounds stupid.
7: Yeah, we’ll trip over him eventually or something. Anyway, let’s get married right here by the unfinished, windowless house, ankle deep in snow.
Anna: You sure know a thing or two about being romantic.
7: This is a perfectly legit marriage now, I’m sure.
And guess what? This whole time Peaches was struggling, 7 and Anna were literally sleeping on piles of money. I built a modest house but kept the basic shape of the poverty shack from before.
Anna: We’re married now, that means we can lay in bed together and wiggle our feet like adults.
7: Hell yeeeeeeee.
Anna: Let me just slip into something a little more comfortable…
Three hours later.
Anna: Am I pretty now?
7: All those diamonds. Almost makes me feel bad about not helping my sister with her basic homelessness.
Anna: Wait, so are we not doing this now because I didn’t shave my armpits for nothing, you know.
7: …What am I supposed to do to your armpit?
7: I think I found the child. Where do I put him?
And so Jermajesty finally gets a crib. Aww. And his room is wallpapered like the house his mama built because I’m so fucking sentimental.
7: This isn’t awful. I am enjoying this.
7: This is enjoyable, yes.
7: These chairs are really dumb looking in this house, they’re like eighty feet tall.
Anna: Yeah I don’t know what Starla was thinking. Has anyone in the history of life ever owned or wanted to own chairs like these?
It’s been about 3 months since I’ve looked at the Creeper house and… yeah, I do have to say those chairs are ridiculous.
I had to look up Anna’s traits on sims.wikia because LOL as if I’d remember. She’s an insane, snobby perfectionist and a neat freak who has some charisma buried in there somewhere. She likes BURGERS and LATIN MUSIC and motherfucking SEA FOAM, in case anyone cares. But she’s gonna keep wearing pink because I say so. I’m feeling rebellious.
ISN’T THAT A PRETTY LITTLE WINTER HOUSE?
I’m going to stop here becauuuuuuse uh why? I forgot. OH, because these pictures were edited before I got photoshop and I don’t want them to mix with my newly edited ones. GOOD REASONS RIGHT? Or is that racist? I love you all, thank you for being you. Thank you for hanging around with me our whole lives!