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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 108, 12/15)
« Reply #500 on: December 15, 2014, 11:21:16 PM »
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I contributed.  Cool.

Yay for France, I hope they have a wonderful time there.  Some fluff will be a wonderful break from all of the drama the family has been dealing with, and the nectar.  The NECTAR.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 108, 12/15)
« Reply #501 on: December 16, 2014, 01:40:42 PM »
Poor Piper. Surrounded by the oblivious.
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 108, 12/15)
« Reply #502 on: December 16, 2014, 04:17:07 PM »
I feel bad that one even considered that Piper would be attracted to girls. :/

And wow, Jo wrote all this, right? I wonder how she must've felt while writing about Piper.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 108, 12/15)
« Reply #503 on: December 19, 2014, 02:00:42 AM »
I feel bad that one even considered that Piper would be attracted to girls. :/

And wow, Jo wrote all this, right? I wonder how she must've felt while writing about Piper.
Why do you think no one considered it?  I thought she would be bi, but didn't wanna spoil, since i've seen parts of the extended family tree from way back when it was still on here.  I'm trying really hard to screen my comments and not say anything about what i've seen =/

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 108, 12/15)
« Reply #504 on: December 19, 2014, 12:38:53 PM »
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I contributed.  Cool.

Yay for France, I hope they have a wonderful time there.  Some fluff will be a wonderful break from all of the drama the family has been dealing with, and the nectar.  The NECTAR.

Annette didn't go with them, so maybe not as much nectar as you think.

Poor Piper. Surrounded by the oblivious.

Or it could be a blessing. Getting to stay over at a pretty girl's house with no suspicion!

I feel bad that one even considered that Piper would be attracted to girls. :/

And wow, Jo wrote all this, right? I wonder how she must've felt while writing about Piper.

To be fair, I dropped a few hints right before she was cloned, with one of her donor's brothers turning out to be a gay man and and Hephaestus taking some samples from her siblings for a little more variety:

He took that out, as well as another, smaller one. The vial full of pink was the unique genetic sequence of Lilith Jones-Brown, who was still alive but nearly 90. The companion vial had a few samples from her immediate family. Clones were nice, but variety was even better, and it made for a clone that was more like a genetic child. As much as Hephaestus would be okay with creating a true copy of the gorgeous Lilith, he could get such a beautiful, unique child with the rest of the family making a contribution.



As to whether she would get Loki’s light eyes, his goofy smile, or his orientation, that was up to chance, as Hephaestus had no clue what he sampled from Lilith’s brothers. He just got something.

So she got Loki's orientation, but in the opposite direction (Note: gayness doesn't work that way and is much more complicated than one "gay gene," but then again, a lot of things don't work like they do in The Sims). She got her black eyes from Lilith's other brother.

As for Jo, I'm just going to say that it's a mixture of solidarity, admiration, and jealousy.

Why do you think no one considered it?  I thought she would be bi, but didn't wanna spoil, since i've seen parts of the extended family tree from way back when it was still on here.  I'm trying really hard to screen my comments and not say anything about what i've seen =/

Bi wouldn't be a bad guess, but yeah, Piper turned out to be 110% gay. It's weird because a majority of my sims in other games always tended to lean towards bisexual, but I hadn't seen that many fully gay sims until this dynasty delivered at least three of them (at least seven if you count out-of-house sims too).



Chapter 109 is taking longer than I'd like it to. :-\ The good news is that finals are over for me! Three of my five grades came in and I did pretty well so far.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 108, 12/15)
« Reply #505 on: December 19, 2014, 05:40:30 PM »
Congrats!  My school just finished too, so I know the feels.
Franco loves the nectar too though, right?  I always thought Annette was more of a juice girl anyways =p

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 109, 12/19)
« Reply #506 on: December 19, 2014, 08:43:22 PM »
Congrats!  My school just finished too, so I know the feels.
Franco loves the nectar too though, right?  I always thought Annette was more of a juice girl anyways =p

He likes nectar, but I think Annette does too. Anything to get her fix.

Franco technically was on their trip, but that's because he's the Visa holder of the family. For all intents and purposes for the story, they went alone.



Chapter 109: Just Two Waverlys in Love



One might think that Tegan and Hephaestus both knew that they were getting married. I knew one of them, and she wasn’t stupid. Tegan knew what the trip was for and why she booked it, but what I was told was that Heph was a traditionalist and that Tegan loved surprises and the illusion of them.

This is best regarded as Hephaestus’ story.

While he wanted to hear the story of Bryant’s defeat, it wouldn’t happen on the plane. An empty, red-eye flight free of loud passengers and fussy nooboos lent itself well to sleep, and Hephaestus fell against the wall near his window seat and dozed off before take-off. Tegan just pushed her seat back without anyone to complain about it. They both had seen France from outside a plane window before anyways.

Towards the end, while his darling Peapod was still asleep, he opened up the overhead compartment and brought down his carry-on bag. It was just regular luggage and mostly spare kilts, but nestled between them was what got him stopped at security.

He shooed Tegan away when they found it, saying that he’d catch up with her. It showed up as a metal ring on the x-ray. What could it be used for? And why did he tuck it away between his clothes as if he had something to hide?

They opened the royal blue, velvet-covered jewelry box that contained it, wished him luck, and sent him on his way. Hephaestus just wanted to make sure that it was still there as they hovered thousands of miles away from home. And he put it back, hiding it from one of the only two women who deserved the ring. It wasn’t a stretch to wonder if Hannah knew about it or not.

He buckled his seatbelt and held Tegan’s hand during the descent.

It had been years, maybe 25, since the two of them had last been to France. In fact, it was the last time anyone in the family had. They spent the day clearing the dust from the cottage they owned, and Hephaestus slipped the jewelry box into a drawer while Tegan was cleaning a window. She didn’t look for it.

“How long do we have here?” he asked Tegan, as the two jetlagged lovebirds tried to fall asleep that night.

“The ticket’s flexible. As long as we want,” she said. “Do you have something to do here, honey?”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“And can I ask about it?”

He turned to face her and stroked her cheek. “You’d rather not. You like surprises, right?”

Instead of giddily squealing at midnight, Tegan gave him a kiss on the cheek and fell into a deep slumber. Eventually, Hephaestus did too.

Now, he spent a lot of the trip reciting what he’d say in front of the mirror. He practiced engagement lines and wedding vows, and contemplated life too. I have enough of a novel without documenting the inner dialogue of every character, but I owe one to Hephaestus. He risked being one of those forgotten old men, and I’m not going to be the one to make him that way.



No forgotten old man seemed more forgotten and distorted by time than his own father. Any stories about him came to Hephaestus via second-hand accounts from the elders, and from Hannah when she was still alive. His mother admitted to loving him at one point, but as time marched on, poor old Tay became less of the man she once loved and more of just a means to an end. His death got her sympathy points from her real soulmate, and she got Hephaestus out of it too.

It was so sad. He had some feeling that Tay was a human too, and seemed sickeningly sweet and caring from the one time they met in the cemetery. He never heard that about him, and it was a lost cause to try and squeeze the story from one of the immortals. They liked to talk about his ugliness more, which, well, it was hard to ignore too.

Of course, Hephaestus had much more going for him, being raised with the combined efforts of those first three immortals, raising the next two, wishing he was there for the rest of us. However, his life and Tegan’s were consumed by the case with Bryant, and now that it was over, would he just be a husband as a part of establishing victory? Would he just be remembered as the goal that pushed everyone to banish Bryant from the Waverlys’ paths?

It kept his ring in a drawer for a few more days.



It worked out well for both of them. Tegan focused on her much-ignored inventing skill and a backlog of requests for more floor hygienators. She learned the value of buying her scrap from kindly metal recyclers, and had a safely-sourced pile of materials and a growing pile of finished products.

Hephaestus walked across them to test the motion sensors, and most of them came out without any defects. He also smelled wonderful. Tegan rewarded her mint-scented prince for that work, which put Hephaestus’ mind at ease about the marriage. He did have the most perfect swamp woman he ever met, even with her fingers raw and sore from all of the metalworking, and a fresh new burn from what could have easily been a bad butt-fire.

It took some contemplation to get that ring out of its hiding place. It took a lot of reassurance, such as dates to the café in the center of town, woohoo in the art museum after closing hours, and helping Tegan pick some grapes to grow at home for practice.

Maybe he could just ask her and actually talk to the woman he had an old engagement ring for.

She caught him first with her own question. “Can you work some magic?” she asked.

“Well, I always can,” he said, following it up with a wink.

“You can tonight, but I mean this literally. I had some used sinks delivered this morning, and I need you to break them so I can learn how to unbreak them.”

“Is this some weird request you got from the elders?”

“Someone’s gotta know how to fix these things, you know?”

He gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’ll do my very best with them.”



Tegan worked at getting caught up with her inventing workload while Hephaestus took a deep breath and recited the ice blast spell again. He forgot it due to being too much of an actual nice guy to freeze innocent civilians. However, sinks were fair game, and the magical ice burst the pipes and cracked the faucets. He broke the drain controls by hand to give his wench with a wrench some extra work.

“I think you’ll be out here for a while,” he said, with a playful chuckle. “I’ll still be here when you get tired of it.”



She stayed out past sundown and when the lights on the garden fence weren’t enough to combat the ink-black night, but she patched up five different pipes that day, and worked hard for the next one. Hephaestus welcomed her back to the great indoors with a fresh dinner he fetched to-go from the café, and lots of cuddles afterwards.

He moved the ring to the inside pocket of his suit jacket. It had a loose fit on his scrawny frame, which concealed the shape of the box well.

One evening, maybe two after her repairing frenzy started, Hephaestus and Tegan took a walk to the Celtic Burial Grounds. A vacation of the past repeated itself, except that he was able to walk arm-in-arm with her that time. They brought along a lighter for the fire pit there, just to keep warm. Hephaestus saw no need to bring marshmallows just because they didn’t have a wedding cake. They agreed about a fire’s delectable scent, and that it was a good alternative.

Hephaestus lit the fire and threw some brush on it, admiring his beautiful princess in the orange glow. It brought out the cobalt blue of her dress. Her brown eyes sparkled in the light. He felt the ring move around in its spot. Bathed in one fiery golden light and the darkness of the French night, Tegan climbed up a few notches to him. She wasn’t beautiful, or gorgeous, but more goddess-like. And if he didn’t fumble with his words, he would marry that woman that night.

“It’s a really clear night,” Tegan said, pointing to the stars. “And I have some good news!”

Well, it was either about astronomy, or she had some news in regards to some pre-marital woohoo they had. Either would be welcome for an elated Hephaestus.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“The proposal went through. You know, for the new constellation,” she said. “It’s better seen in the Eastern Hemisphere. Beautiful night to look for it, huh?”

“Oh yes,” he said, taking a seat on the grass. “Especially if you sit down right next to me.”

“Tired from the walk?” Nah, but it was nice to lean back in Tegan’s arms after a long day. “I guess we can still see Oxbow from the ground. In fact, it’s over there!” She pointed to her right, to something in the vague shape of an oxbow.

“Which ones are yours?” Hephaestus asked.

“Just Absu, at the tip there,” she said. “I’d like to say that I named it for the god, but I just named it for my dad. Boy did he love that band.”

“You’re gonna keep at that?”

“Maybe as a hobby. But I’d rather spend my time with you. If I can’t find the time for the stars, so be it. I can’t see anything half the time through the fog anyways.”

“So you love me?” he asked. She leaned over to whisper in his ear.



“The answer is a little long, but here it is: yes,” she whispered.

“I guess I’ve just been feeling worried lately. I guess I just want to feel like a loved mortal. My dad…I don’t doubt that mum loved him, but he’s just remembered as some swamp-born weirdo that she got a nooboo out of. I doubt you’d do that to me, but a man can worry, right?”

“I’ll always tell our children about you. About you as a human who raised me, and even if they don’t remember you, how much you cared and adored them. I never knew that about your dad, but it’s a bad mistake on their part. I’m not gonna repeat it.”

“Perhaps that is love.”

“At least one component of it.”

“So you love me, Peapod?”

“I don’t think I can stop.”

The ring box shook a bit in his suit pocket, just in case he forgot about it. He didn’t.



Hephaestus laughed, getting his emotions mixed up. “And don’t worry, I’ve always loved your laugh too,” Tegan said, with a beaming smile.

“I had a feeling you did. And it’s safe to say that I have a good feeling about something else,” he said. “Why else would I drag you here to the burial grounds again?”

“Oh, you cheeky old man. I had a feeling, but I decided not to get my hopes up.” They both got up and stood after that.



“One second, then,” said Hephaestus. “I have it all here, ready and stuff. We shouldn’t have to wait any longer for this. Just, tell me this, what sort of ring are you expecting?”

“You know, something with lapis lazuli in the center, or a sapphire,” Tegan answered. “It would match with everything I own, anyways.”

“Are you expecting something new?” he asked. She nodded, and clarified. It was something new, or something used but in good condition and polished. It made sense to the both of them. Even Annette got married after she got rich, and to someone who may have landed some sort of inheritance from the parent he didn’t hate.



“So, I have something a little different, but I hope you don’t mind.” Hephaestus got down on one knee and fumbled around for the box. “I did make sure that the box was blue, though. But the ring’s looking a little dingy. It’s older than I am.”

“Well, I want a look. An antique! That sounds so sweet,” said Tegan, reach over to try and see what he had. Hephaestus kept the ring box shut and gave her a quick smirk.

“I’m sure you’ll like it,” he said. “But, how much do you know about ghosts?” It wasn’t serious, considering Tegan’s former profession, but maybe she never got a gift from beyond from them. If she sucked them up with a modified vacuum cleaner before asking questions, of course she came home without any presents from them.

“Well, maybe some things,” she said.

“One decided to summon a gift for me, and you know, I didn’t know they could do that. So, I met one some years ago, and he found a ring hidden somewhere deep in the swamp.”

“Ha, I wish they did that for me,” said Tegan. “I might have even stayed with the job longer if they did.”

“This will have to make do,” said Hephaestus, as he slowly pried the box open.



A piece of aquamarine beryl, scratched and faded with age, still glistened in the moonlight. The tarnished silver of the band did its best to anyways. “More than eighty years ago, my dad spent most of his retirement savings on this ring for my mother. It didn’t get to her, but now, it goes to the one woman who’s better than her. So, Tegan Stoneham Curious, will you marry me?”



“Oh my god, I can’t believe he gave that to you!” she squealed. “God, I mean, this is the best ring anyone could think of.” Tegan jumped up and down before gathering herself for long enough to accept the band on her finger.



“And it fits perfectly. What a dream come true,” Tegan said. “So, exactly how long have you been holding on to that for?”

“It was the same night that Franco was in the hospital,” said Hephaestus.

“Golly, you’ve been a patient man.”

“I think I used it all up. I might have told myself that if I ever got married, I’d get married right here on sacred ground. We can either do this tonight, or freshen up for later.”

“Tonight,” Tegan said. “If we can do it tonight, we’re doing this tonight. I just want to go home and get my gown. Do you need anything?”

“I’m not wearing this suit just because I’m a nutcase. Go get your gown, though.” He expected her to come back with something he had never seen before. She got the heels from Bryant as a birthday present back when she was a young adult, and the dress fit in as one piece to the scam wedding she was glad not to have. In a country of boutiques, high fashion, and with million to their family’s name, Tegan deserved something new.

Two hours later, she came up the hill in her long gloves, the same ruffled, knee-length dress she settled on years ago, and the exact same periwinkle-blue heels with deep blue bows that Bryant bought her decades before.

“I thought you’d get something new for yourself,” he said once she got inside the stone circle.



“I considered it, but if I spent so long associating these things with Bryant, I need to reclaim them for something I won’t regret. I fell in love with this dress and with these shoes, and I promised that I’d wear them for the one I loved the most. I’m not backing out of that one.”



“You know, I’m glad you reconsidered. You look stunning,” he said. One tear rolled down his cheek. “I really am marrying you tonight, aren’t I?”

 “You better believe it, honey.” She slipped him one golden band, and opened her hand to reveal the other. “We’re doing this.”



He pinched the small ring between his fingers, concentrating on getting that step right. “My darling Peapod, I knew you were special from the moment I first saw you in your mother’s arms. I don’t care how much I saw you as ‘my sister’s kid’ back then, because what matters is now, when you’re her kid, and my soulmate. And after this, my wife.” He missed the first time, but still shaking from excitement, he placed the band over her glove.



“Fits better than my gloves,” Tegan muttered. “My turn!”



“I guess it worked out the same way for me. I looked up to you from the moment you first held me as a toddler, and before that too. But I had it in my mind to marry you from the moment I was old enough to see something else in that strong older man,” said Tegan. “This should have happened right after I realized that, though I’m still glad to stand here right now and marry you on this very night. It’s what happened, even if we didn’t like why it happened.”



Hephaestus took both of her hands. “Right now is perfect, don’t worry.”



Unlike most other Waverly couples, the two of them shared their wedding kiss alone, applauded only by the flickering flames of the campfire. They both got what they wanted, and Hephaestus instantly felt like the proper and remembered dynasty husband he was meant to be all along.



Tegan whispered to him after the kiss, while they still held each other. “I have a surprise of my own. Turns out you can hide a lot of stuff under a full dress.”

“How else could someone improve tonight?” he asked. “I mean, I’m really quite curious.”



She reached under her skirt and bended and turned until she retrieved a red firecracker bundle and a light from underneath the fabric. “Really awkward to walk uphill with these, by the way,” she said, as she lit one of the cylinders.

“Aww, that’s lovely, honey,” he said. “I do love fireworks.”



They ran back to watch the show from a safe distance. The wick on the end of the firecracker burned up, and soon reached the end. It shot up in the air.



They woke the neighbors with it. The police prepared an official fine to hand to them once they found the source of the blast. However, for Tegan and Hephaestus, it was a fantastic show as colorful as, well, your average Waverly.



They lit up the whole bundle, one by one, and cheered each blast on, before setting up a tent for the night to sleep together on the cool grass.

“I’ve been talking about a family for a long time, and heck, my other kid is your age and traveling the world now,” said Hephaestus. “It’s hard not to think of what color they’ll be, or who’s eyes they’ll get.”

“I’m thinking pale teal, blond like you, curvy like me, and a girl,” Tegan said. Hephaestus could certainly live with that! “So we can try tonight,” she continued. “I don’t see a reason not to.”

The morning after, Hephaestus woke up to find Tegan already awake and sunbathing in her pajamas and in the warm summer sun. He didn’t have a chance to say anything, and was too groggy to anyways.



She stopped to admire her new rings and her married hand. That sort of excitement from her put Hephaestus’ worries to rest. They had the marriage his parents may have deserved, with the love of the Waverly couples that actually made it.

It was sad that they were the last to have it, whether for one more year or ten. No cheating, no closets to hide in, just two Waverlys in love.



Word Count for this chapter: 3,299
Word Count so far: 228,300

Notes:

- I guess I've skirted around this, but Hephaestus has had the Waverly surname for most of his life because Hannah took it after marrying Franco. It worked out fantastically in my favor because Tegan just so happened to have been born as a Curious. Two Waverlys in love indeed!

Lily kept Bronson's last name throughout her life. I'll be honest, "Lily" and "Waverly" do not mesh together as names. Curious suits her so much better.

The midpoint of this dynasty also marks the shift in dynamics from "normalish dynasty couples" to "fidelity is dead and Trip killed it."

- The bit about Bryant giving Tegan her formal heels was mentioned back in Chapter 81:

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“You better be. Everyone is making fun of me for not making any moves on you, or for you not doing any on me. Come on! We’re an item, and I gave you the best birthday gift.” She could thank him for those pairs of lovely heels trimmed with bows, after all.

- I'm no geology major and I'm not going to bug my dad (who was a geology major) about gemstones for what amounts to a Sims fanfic that got far, far out of hand. So...The Gemological Institute of America told me so.

- That picture of Hannah and Tay has always been my favorite and I needed a way to use it. I mean, I don't think I've used it yet. Have I?

If I have...screw it, have it again because what isn't there to like about that picture?



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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 109, 12/19)
« Reply #507 on: December 19, 2014, 09:29:07 PM »
I'm almost positive you have never used that photo, and I've read this story three times now.  I think I would remember the face Tay was making.

Also, isn't killing love kind of required in an Immortal Dynasty?  Unless one of the earlier generations marry gen 7, then there's no marriage for two members, not a lot of remarriages for those who have been single for decades, and no sim can have as many kids as they want.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 109, 12/19)
« Reply #508 on: December 20, 2014, 12:22:29 PM »
Those were simultaneously the creepiest and sweetest wedding vows ever. *slow clapping*

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« Reply #509 on: December 21, 2014, 10:21:09 PM »
I'm almost positive you have never used that photo, and I've read this story three times now.  I think I would remember the face Tay was making.

Also, isn't killing love kind of required in an Immortal Dynasty?  Unless one of the earlier generations marry gen 7, then there's no marriage for two members, not a lot of remarriages for those who have been single for decades, and no sim can have as many kids as they want.

"No sim can have as many kids as they want" implies that Franco didn't do that. :P

However, the last few marriages of the dynasty had their issues and little love from the start. Killing love is required, but the last bit refers to the problems/lack of love that the last couples had.

Those were simultaneously the creepiest and sweetest wedding vows ever. *slow clapping*

I can outdo that for Phil's wedding if you'd like me to.



Chapter 110: Tokophobia





For Piper, living without Tegan and Hephaestus while they were on their honeymoon wasn’t much different, but Annette let her drink and she got seconds at dinner with two fewer mouths to feed. She loved all of those strange, colorful adults she lived with, and Hephaestus too, but life was so carefree before their plane landed. She leapt face-first into the water slide and didn’t think about those two lovebirds at all. Life couldn’t change that much.



I was shocked to hear this part when I did. Piper inherited a charitable streak from Tegan. As a teenager, she signed so many checks to Grow a Pair (of Kidneys) and the Toddlers for Oasis Springs drive, and opted to go to medical school locally when she grew up in order to save more money for a donation to a 4D Printing kickstarter. Things went wrong. It went wrong, and I thought I knew the obvious cause. I did, but I started to blame Piper less as I learned how her teenage years ended.

It was a beautiful summer that year. Piper carried home a report card decorated with A’s written in bright red ink. She made the honor roll again. Prom was just around the corner and she settled on her usual formal dress for the night.

At that point, Tegan and Hephaestus had spent a long time away honeymooning and enjoying each other as a couple. Sure, they called the family just to affirm that they weren’t consumed by a vengeful tomb or considering expatriating either, but they were gone. Piper got used to it, and still told herself that life couldn’t change much after they got home. Whether through inexperience or ignorance, she didn’t dare think about what often succeeded a new, heterosexual marriage.

Piper had an unusual fear, for starters.



She loved chemistry, which was an unusual interest for an aspiring doctor. She still wanted that too, but the world at a molecular level was clean and mechanical. She got through cell biology with the same sort of interest, but once the unit got to anatomy, she asked the teacher for an alternative assignment.

“Look, I know I need it,” she said. “But there’s this section on the reproductive system.”

“So, what about it?” the teacher asked. “You have one too and should know the science behind it.”

“It’s kind of gross-“

“Only if you don’t know about it!”

“Fine! I loathe pregnancy. I’m tokophobic. Is that what you need from me?”

The school’s therapist took that case, skeptical of Piper’s claims at first. However, it became clear that Piper nearly fainted at the possibility of being able to grow life inside of her. The ova and zygotes and placentas couldn’t be more disgusting. The human body couldn’t contort itself that way in front of Piper! The whole process filled her with dread, whether it was done to her or someone. The official diagnosis was simple: tokophobia, the fear of pregnancy.

“Would you like some counseling?” the therapist asked. “Surely, you can’t avoid pregnant women forever. You must have some female relatives or friends.”

“I do, but they’re all too old to have kids. I’ll be fine,” said Piper.

“But your job?” She wanted to work in pharmaceuticals and chronic pain research. “What about you? Kids might come into the picture when you least expect it!”

“Believe me, they won’t,” said Piper, before leaving that therapist permanently.

She later wrote down some notes, swearing that she was probably the sanest person in that household at the time and didn’t need a therapist for one consuming fear. I don’t love my family enough to care, so I’m okay with saying this: Piper was right.

Tegan and Hephaestus arrived home on a pleasant summer day, and failed to bring any nectar home for Piper. They brought new floor hygienators, though, and a promise that Tegan would upgrade the house.

Piper could use a less-faulty shower system, once she thought about it.



She, and everyone else too, reconsidered that when Tegan became the only other immortal to get a key to Annette’s kitchen. The hammer was to test the structural integrity of the stove, or so she said. Yes, it was loud. Annette opted for a pizza delivery and a feast of leftovers, rather than brave the noise in the kitchen.



Hephaestus got a cold omelette out of it, so he wasn’t mad at all.

Piper soon decided that she missed Tegan after all, and asked for some girly advice from her.

“So, prom,” said Piper.

“That’s a vague question,” replied Tegan.

“What do I need to do for it? I mean, it’s months away, but I wanna prepare as much as I can.”

“Be yourself, that’s all.” Tegan then remembered that she took Bryant to prom as a pity date, and where that landed her. “Also, go with someone that you actually like. Someone with good intentions, lots of charm, and as sweet as a bag of lollies.” Piper thought for a moment. Turned out that she made the right decision already!

“Sounds doable,” Piper said. “What’s with the sundress, though?” She noticed that Tegan took a liking to a collection of plain, empire-waist, knee-length sundresses, her favorite seeming to be one with light blue tropical flowers printed all over.

“Oh, you know why,” Tegan said, with a wink. Piper was 14 at the time, and probably should have gotten it quickly. The worst thought passed her mind, and then she placated it by thinking that Tegan was embracing summer and just stumbled across a bad tailor.

It was hard to sleep that night, well, probably for both of them. Tegan was running on new marriage adrenaline (most likely) and Piper ran off pure fear. Piper tossed and turned under the covers, and spent most of the night watching television instead, and finishing off one of the pints of Americone Dream in the freezer. It left her irritable the next morning, and as many a morning went for that time, it went loudly with the sound of upgrades.

“Why?” Piper asked Tegan, as she continued the upgrades her dad started long ago on the stereo. “I thought you hated this stuff.”

“It was a knee-jerk reaction to Bryant. I might never get over video games or computers or the TV, but stereos are fine,” said Tegan. “Life without music would stink. Is everything okay, Piper?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, wandering off to see if any of the leftovers looked appealing while cold.

Instead of the conventional wisdom of leaving a teenager alone in their moody hours, the Waverlys were not conventional nor really all that wise. Annette cooked up a fresh batch of pancakes on her upgraded stove, which Piper pouted at and refused.

“Well, what’s wrong?” Annette asked. “Not even your uncle Franco was this angsty when he was a teen.”

“Why do you need to know?” retorted Piper.

“Because I’m your matriarch whether your my blood or not. And we all had to sign up as legal guardians in order to keep you. I’m legally obliged to care.”

“Care doesn’t mean knowing. Just had a bad dream last night, okay?”

Out of boredom, she eventually ended up watching Tegan upgrade the stereo system. Piper wanted some high-quality audio like the rest of them. She watched Tegan bend down and all of her movements, hoping to prove her bad thoughts wrong. Unfortunately for Piper, it seemed like Tegan moved as if she was bloated with the after effects of a dinner gone wrong. Or something far, far worse.



Lily came on to the scene as soon as Piper couldn’t take it anymore. Piper roared with anger, trying to stop herself from instead fainting on the floor. Lily and Tegan didn’t quite get it.

“Christ, Piper! What’s wrong?” Lily asked.



“Fine, you wanna know what’s wrong, you old goblins?” Piper yelled. “I have to spend nine months with a pregnant woman in the house, and I have friggin’ psychological proof that I can’t stand that. Okay then, Lily?”



Tegan seemed to not listen to any of that, and gave the small bump under her dress a rub. “I mean, she’s pretty good at guessing this stuff.”

“Oh my god, Tegan,” Lily said, on the verge of tears. “You mean I’m gonna be a grandma now?”

She gave her mum a hug. “I’m way too excited for this.”

Meanwhile, Piper brooded in the shadows, wherever she could avoid Tegan. The other five in the house were abuzz with the news, making preparations and washing the sheets to the crib in the nursery. And she would always reassure them that she didn’t hate Tegan, she just hated pregnancy. Piper still refused to go to the therapist again. She just needed a deal to work with the elders.

“Hey, Lily?” Piper asked one day. “I think I might just stay with a friend more often.”

“Sure thing, kiddo, as long as it isn’t a boy!” Lily laughed a bit.

“Nope, no worries there. It’s one of those Coddle girls, you know, Chris and Lou’s kids?”

“Ah yes, he did have just a bunch of girls,” said Lily. “Keep up your grades and don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

While crashing on the couch at the Coddle home some nights, Piper mostly kept to her social circle and prom planning, and managed to avoid the horrors that awaited her at home.  Later on, she got confirmation that she was the only one suffering, which was actually a relief. Piper still had enough good in her then, enough to overflow and enough for her to reclaim the Goode surname when it felt appropriate (worked well for boasting about charitable work and stuff), and she had more than enough good to want Tegan to be happy. She just didn’t want a part of it until the nooboo was out and cleaned up.



So Tegan spent most of her time with her husband, which made the most sense. While neither of them drank, they enjoyed slow dancing and the amazing pianist that the family hired at the lounge.

The dress may have needed some work.



Indeed, Hephaestus lived up what could always could have been his last day with his little family. He did the kind service of not dying, and between his performances with the orchestra, he went to the grocer’s for some flowers and ended up meeting Tegan wherever she roamed. She relaxed and got massaged and still never expected Hephaestus waiting outside for her with a dozen fresh roses behind his back.



They shared a love that Piper sort of wanted to emulate, albeit without any children. Maybe she would have a lover that would surprise her with violets outside of the hospital, one that would spoon with her after a rough day of backaches, and at least one half of her own relationship was guaranteed to be blond too.

Ah yes, Piper had a good few months generally avoiding the family and choking down Molly Coddle’s truly awful cooking. She turned to Molly the ancient fairy for advising about medical careers, and played Yahtzee with her young great-granddaughters. Piper spent long hours pulling all-nighters mean for conversations and giggles between her and Kylie, her favorite of the girls.



They stuck together at prom, which caught the attention of everyone at the small high school, especially because they both insisted that they were going alone.

Annette, ever the tolerant and progressive (yeah right) old head of the family, was the most important person to contact about the rumors. The town heard about something that shook prom up that year, and it all pointed back to Piper. The rumor was consistent: “someone told me that Piper and Kylie were making out in the bathroom.”

“They dare spread gay rumors about my non-kid?” Annette replied to them. “You shouldn’t say such things about a nice straight girl.” However, she just needed confirmation from Piper’s maker himself.



Hephaestus, as we mentioned a lot this chapter, was distracted by whatever was under Tegan’s dress and trying to figure out what little girls liked. Tegan insisted that it was a girl, after all, and made a pool of names. That “little girl’s” dad just liked to listen to whatever it was doing inside of his wife, which Hephaestus found to be cool and Piper found to be horrifying when it was described to her.

But Annette barged upstairs and asked Hephaestus an important question. “You didn’t make her gay, did you?”

“Lilith was technically straight, so I had no control over whatever happened,” said Hephaestus.

“This might be important, okay? How can Piper marry into the family if she’s one of those homos?”

“Well, we’re expecting a girl, so I think I can see a route. And even my old self knows that the preferred term is lesbian.”

Annette put her foot down. “We’re all spending time as a family today,” she said. Piper was actually home that night, as she and her back missed her own bed. “Even you, Piper.”

“But I’m welcome any time I want at the Coddle house and I’d rather go there again,” Piper said.

“Come on, we’re going to the Summer Festival! I think you need some summer to take your mind off things. You know…things.”

Piper gave her a cross look, but eventually gave in and looked out the window for the entire car ride. She’d either find a way to have fun, or covertly run off to her rumored lover or to anyone else, for that matter.



She settled on roller skating for the whole day, which kept her skinny frame skinny and not filled up with dead weight. Meanwhile, Tegan, Hephaestus, and Lily argued for a bit but agreed to a friendly competition of stuffing themselves with hot dogs. Tegan did love hot dogs, after all, and deserved a heaping pile of them for suffering through carrying spawn.



Tegan shoveled them in, one by one, savoring all of the nitrates and mustard. Victory was on the horizon.

She forgot that the skinny have an advantage in competitive eating.



“Oh happy day!” Hephaestus cheered. “I mean, I’ll throw these up within an hour, but I won, guys!”

“That’s great, honey,” Tegan said. “Let me finish my plate. You know how much I love them.”



Hephaestus had work later that day, again having to perform with the orchestra, but it didn’t stop him from pushing Tegan on the swings until rehearsal started. Lots of things at the Summer Festival were a bad idea for a pregnant woman to partake in; no roller skating, no water balloon battles, no trampoline. Not that it was advice, but it left Tegan with swings, Gnubb, and sno-cones.



Oh, and the wildflowers, couldn’t forget about those. She breathed in their sweet pollen and thanked some higher power that she wasn’t allergic to it.



Tegan did various things to wait while Hephaestus tuned his piano at the theatre. Meanwhile, the elders skated and Annette and Lily attempted a spin together. They fell, but in good fun. Piper whizzed by all of them, lap after lap, though she wasn’t immune to falling.

Night fell too quickly for a summer day, and the four who were there and could skate continued to skate. Annette decided to engage the entire rink in loud gossip.

“Piper, were you and Kylie being lesbians in the bathroom during prom?” Annette yelled out.



She nearly fell in shock. How did that get out to the public? Piper was also ready to attack Annette for having so little tact, but ended up whizzing by her and not answering the question.

The other two elders chided Annette for the statement, though they were likely still curious about the rumor. However, they had some of the tact that Annette didn’t, and refrained from prodding Piper about it more.



For once, Piper found Tegan and Hephaestus a more comforting thought. I don’t blame her, because being outed by Annette is a bad, bad experience. She even cracked a slight smile at their sickening love, viewed glimpse by glimpse with each quick lap around the skating rink.



To end the night, Lily lit some firecrackers for everyone to safely enjoy. Piper stopped skating for them too, because fireworks were indeed great. Annette stood by her to watch them, claiming that they had the best vantage point.

“So, anything you want to tell me?” Annette asked, as they waited for the sky to light up. “Look, I don’t want any false rumors being spread about you, that’s all.”

“I think we’re just a few seconds away,” Piper said.

“Nah, these things are slow-burners. How about we work to put the gossip to rest while we wait.”

“So, you think I’m straight?” Piper asked. The distinctive whistle of a firecracker launching alerted them to watch the sky.



The sparks radiated out like the fluffy ends of dandelion seeds. It was a fine firework. Piper turned to Annette with an intent look in her eyes. “I can put this rumor to rest.”

“Just say the words,” Annette said.

“Okay, okay.” Piper locked eyes with the old woman. “I love Kylie, in a very gay way. And I’m dang proud of it.”



Word Count for this chapter: 2,867
Word Count so far: 231,167

...To be kind-of-sort-of Part Two'd with the next chapter!

Notes:

- Yes it is important that Tegan believes that she's going to have a daughter.

- "How could Annette be a homophobe, Trip?" I wouldn't say she necessarily is, but she's notably insensitive about a lot of things, and also has a strict vision for the dynasty that she doesn't like changing because someone crucial turned out gay. Like many of us, she wants the beautiful Piper to have a child for the dynasty, and her tokophobia plus orientation is in direct opposition to ever reproducing.

Someone's gonna bring up Shark, but Shark wouldn't disturb any plans of Annette's that way (I don't think she expected him to provide for the family beyond his sculpting), and he was bi. He didn't get 12 kids without liking it in some way. :P

Yeah, alternatives can happen for her, but Piper never seemed motherly. Did she know that from experience or not? That's the big question.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 110, 12/21)
« Reply #510 on: December 22, 2014, 12:29:24 AM »
Wow, poor Piper, talk about a problem (I mean the way the family is treating her and not her phobia). It's sad we're heading into Problem Relationship territory but it had to happen sooner or later to make Jo so dang bitter about everything (including her own daughter, geez, can't wait for that story). Poor Tegan is going to be in for quite a shock when that baby comes and poor Piper when Annette inevitably starts pushing her.

Regarding sim orientation- late to the conversation, I know, my dynasty's popped out two asexuals (seriously, no sparks for either of them and the most I've ever gotten out of them was a wish to kiss someone once-they immediately wanted to be mean afterwards), two completely straight sims, and a gay man when I usually get bi sims instead. I guess the game decides things in mysterious ways.


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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 110, 12/21)
« Reply #511 on: December 22, 2014, 12:46:00 AM »
Almost all my sims are bisexual with a preference for one sex. My males generally prefer females though, not sure why that is.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 110, 12/21)
« Reply #512 on: December 22, 2014, 01:42:55 AM »
Oh, yes, Franco and his small army of spawn....
I usually have female sims popping out wishes from more children, perhaps that's where the sadness comes in for me.  That and how everyone decides they want 5 grand kids.  Seriously, what's up with that?

I almost always have sims that are the object of desire for all NPCs, but rarely, if ever reciprocate feelings for another, the exception being the O'Neils, but your familiar with them  ;)

Poor Piper, but dang has that girl got some balls to just look Annette in the eye that way and stand up for herself, her feelings, and the person she cares for.  -applause-

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AAAAaand I would like to punch Annette.
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 111, 12/23)
« Reply #514 on: December 23, 2014, 08:40:09 PM »
Wow, poor Piper, talk about a problem (I mean the way the family is treating her and not her phobia). It's sad we're heading into Problem Relationship territory but it had to happen sooner or later to make Jo so dang bitter about everything (including her own daughter, geez, can't wait for that story). Poor Tegan is going to be in for quite a shock when that baby comes and poor Piper when Annette inevitably starts pushing her.

Regarding sim orientation- late to the conversation, I know, my dynasty's popped out two asexuals (seriously, no sparks for either of them and the most I've ever gotten out of them was a wish to kiss someone once-they immediately wanted to be mean afterwards), two completely straight sims, and a gay man when I usually get bi sims instead. I guess the game decides things in mysterious ways.



Jo's bitterness is very multi-faceted. This is just one bit of it.

Funny enough, Jo was basically asexual for a long time too, with only a few innocent romantic wishes for various women. But she was consistent with desiring women.

Almost all my sims are bisexual with a preference for one sex. My males generally prefer females though, not sure why that is.

Most of my bisexual sims are men, and most of my homosexual sims are women. I don't know how the game calculates it, but it's nice to hear from the other side!

Oh, yes, Franco and his small army of spawn....
I usually have female sims popping out wishes from more children, perhaps that's where the sadness comes in for me.  That and how everyone decides they want 5 grand kids.  Seriously, what's up with that?

I almost always have sims that are the object of desire for all NPCs, but rarely, if ever reciprocate feelings for another, the exception being the O'Neils, but your familiar with them  ;)

Poor Piper, but dang has that girl got some balls to just look Annette in the eye that way and stand up for herself, her feelings, and the person she cares for.  -applause-

Piper's a brave person. At least more than her watcher, anyways. I did get a decent amount of satisfaction out of writing Piper as proudly who she is.

AAAAaand I would like to punch Annette.

You and me both. :|



Chapter 111: Closet Doors



Annette gathered her faithful immortals into the basement, though I doubt that Franco and Lily cared much for her message. They heard the news about Piper, admitted that they should have seen it coming, and that they’d address any issues that it caused when it came time to address them (if ever). With a dynasty to plan, Annette was having none of their passiveness.

“You all know that Piper is a beautiful young woman. It’s just…she’s useless now. Unless they miraculously birth another lesbian,” said Annette.

“It’s just a phase,” Franco said. “The tokophobia stuff, anyways. Can’t you just let me wait for my great-grandchild in peace?”

“Come on Lily, back me up here,” Annette said.

“Gram, I’m gonna be a grandma like you are. Let’s just say that I can’t care much about Piper right now,” said Lily. “Maybe you should be too.”

“What if it was one of our own immortals, though? That’s what I’m worried about,” said Annette. “I don’t know how to deal with this. I even did my research, and it’s like no other family like ours has ever had to deal with something like this, at this time.”

“Well, let’s a blaze a trail,” said Lily. “And I’m not just suggesting that because it’s the easiest option here.”

“Go into uncharted territory?”

“Probably easier than getting Piper to change, right?”

Annette sighed. “We’ll how your new granddaughter’s life goes, Lily. Now we have a new challenge. Can we tell Tegan nicely that Guinevere might not be the best name?”

I think they changed Tegan’s mind about that. Not like it mattered, in the end.

Meanwhile, Piper tried not to think much about what happened at the festival. She might have handled it with confidence then, but coming out stinks no matter how many snappy lines are a part of it. So she lounged around indoors and watched television.

Tegan was upstairs anyways for a few days, satisfying the impossible request: upgrade the graphics on the laptop. She first told Annette that wrangling with technology and the fact that she was under the impression that laptops had upgradable graphics chips were both as equally cringe-worthy. However, she gave in, perhaps out of boredom. She demanded solitude.

That left Hephaestus bored with sculpting and anxious to get his wife back from Upgrade Hell. It also gave him the first chance in a while to be concerned for Piper, his other creation. She understood why he was so preoccupied, but smiled as he seated himself on the couch next to her and lowered the volume of the movie she was watching.

“I’m really happy for you and Kylie,” he said. “Anything you want to say about her? I’d like to know how you met and such.”

“Fine, Heph, just for you,” answered Piper.



Twinbrook, at the time, suffered from an influx of x chromosomes at the time of Piper’s inception. She always went to school with tons of girls, and most notably, a whole collection of Coddles. Piper had her pick of them. Three girls, all with black and blue hair, and rounded-off Greenwood features from their dad, turned out to be a little more immune to the feminine charms of the gorgeous Piper. It was early on that she realized that there was something different about how she felt about women. They weren’t just friends, and weren’t just pretty, but she could lie in bed for hours daydreaming about marrying some hypothetical Greenwood. What confused her the most was how she didn’t feel for the three of them.

One day, when she was still a child, Piper first noticed the irresistible nature of the fourth sister. She had a lean face and silver-blond hair by nature (or just from her great-grandma Holly). She sat a few tables to the right of Piper during lunch, and had a docile disposition and the most beautiful purple eyes that Piper had ever seen.

After she grew up into a teenager, Piper hoped that she and Kylie would share more than class schedules.



They met up one late afternoon, a little before Tegan got married. At first Piper thought it would be as simple as showing up to the pool with Kylie, in a bikini. Everyone loved Piper in a bikini! However, aside from a few winks and careful, discrete checking the other out in their swimwear, Piper and Kylie made it a platonic and fun night. After the water slide, they decided to make some conversation too.

“Is Tegan your aunt?” asked Kylie.

“Kind of, in some way. She raised me,” Piper said. “She’s pretty cool for a doormat.”

“She does sound cool, and she’s so hot,” said Kylie. “Well, for someone in her 40’s.”

Piper thought about it. Everyone told her that she would grow up into a babe (their words, not hers), and she was Kylie’s age on top of that. She thought about it while Kylie took a graceful leap off the diving board, showcasing her sleek form. She thought about it while splashing her friend with pool water, and while hey relaxed in the hot tub, side by side. Kylie was nearly asleep in the hot water.

She almost leaned in for a surprise kiss, but shied away. “So what you said about Tegan, did you mean to say that to me?” Piper asked her.

“You mean saying that someone who raised you is hot, or that I think that a woman is hot?”

“The latter. I mean, I’ll keep your secret, okay? I’m cool with that.”

“You seem pretty trustworthy,” Kylie said. “Maybe you just don’t say much at school, and I’m believing it because of that, but someone has to know eventually. So why not you?”

“That takes some guts,” Piper said. “But really, I support you being you. Let’s make this something lovely.”

“And hope that the bubbles come on in this tub?”

“That too.”

Piper did not leave the pool with a new girlfriend that night, when she left in order to get home before her curfew, but she confirmed the best possible thing about her crush. She was still young, and there was always the next day. So that next day, Piper skipped her bus home and waited outside in the schoolyard for Kylie to come out after she discussed something with her math teacher or how she and her sisters were getting home.

She leaned on the big willow tree in the schoolyard, waiting for her blonde beauty to exit (or come out, but pardon the pun, Kylie already did that). Soon enough, she did, and waved to Piper from across the lot. Piper sprinted up to her. “Ky! There’s something I forgot to tell you last night,” she said.

“Sure. What’s that?” asked Kylie.

“The whole thing about you being gay, it’s something I haven’t told anyone either. So, you’re gonna be the first I tell.”

“Aww, really? That’s just so sweet of you.”



“And if we’re both on the same page here, well…” Piper’s voice trailed off as she reached for Kylie’s hands. They were even softer than she imagined, with moisturized palms and flawless cuticles. It then hit her; Kylie grabbed her hands too, interlacing her fingers with Piper’s, and with a near-tearful smile as she savored the warm grasp of Piper Jones-Brown, the other lesbian in school.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” said Kylie, “But I’m so, so glad that I was wrong about you.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Piper asked. Kylie shook her head no.

“Funny enough, I haven’t either.” She leaned forward a little bit. “I really wanted to kiss you last night after you told me that.”



Piper planted her first kiss on Kylie right as her new lover’s auntie Chelle arrived to pick the girls up. Chelle looked away at first, and then told the two of them to break it up, and that she’d have a talk with Kylie that night. Piper feared for the worst, but she got a box of chocolates from Kylie the next day during lunch.

“Your family’s okay with it?” Piper asked.

“We’re keeping it a secret from my great-gram for now,” replied Kylie. “But mum and Chelle and my sisters are acting the best I can ask them to about it.”

“You mean…like allies?”

“No, they said that it’s a harmless phase. But I’ll prove them wrong, how about that? With you,” said Kylie. “Because I really hope that you’re the one.”

Piper, for a while, did not tell her own family, which worked in her favor. The night that Tegan didn’t get married, she asked to stay over Kylie’s place and did for the night and a few days afterwards, getting in loads of cuddle time and her first make out session. She asked to sleep over there a lot, using her family’s lack of awareness as a tool to pry her way into more affection and love for her Kylie.

And that would still be the case if it weren’t for that meddling Annette, and some prom-goer bent on causing rumors and drama about innocent teenage lesbians.

“I tell myself that it could be a lot worse,” Piper told Hephaestus. “So, I’m fine with it for now.”

“And just remember, I’ll support you for as long as I live,” said Hephaestus.

“And just how long will that be?”

“Knowing my situation right now, hopefully a long, long time. But I can only hope. Good news for you is that the worst will be over soon. What’s your opinion on nooboos once they’re born?”

“They’re alright,” she said. “We’ll see how your little girl is. What’s the name gonna be?”

“We were thinking Guinevere, but Franco’s trying to talk me out of it. So I think Philomena’s next on the list,” he said.

“If you still have time to think about it, I have more excuses to be out. I’ll be hanging out with Kylie at the diner. They have an all-you-can-eat special on Saturday nights.”

Kylie ran away from a formal party at her family’s home to meet Piper, hence her wearing her best silver dress. She was very careful while scarfing down plates of hash browns for that reason, but the two girls still got their fill of food, laughs, and kisses during dinner.

While Piper obviously knew that Annette worked at the diner, she didn’t expect her to be there that night, or just didn’t think about it with unlimited food on the brain.



They started to flirt before they registered the grinding, horrific noise that Annette was subjecting them to. Piper turned around and stormed up to Annette’s strange machine. “Nettie, what the hell is this?” she asked.

“I’m trying out a new machine for Tegan, relax,” Annette said. “And maybe have a journey to the center of the earth too. You read that book in 8th grade, right?”

“Dang it, the world doesn’t work that way! And leave Kylie and I alone.” Annette struck a void at that moment. The drilled hole glowed with a golden light.

“Welp, we’ll see who’s right,” said Annette. She started her descent.



“Have fun, girls! Tell my family that I love them!” Annette cried out as she voyaged into the unknown.



With that out of the way, Piper presented her surprise for Kylie: white roses, to almost match her dress. “It’s the best I could find, honey,” said Piper.

“Best? Of course they’re the best! They’re beautiful,” Kylie said. She took them and breathed in their delicate scent.



“So, do you think she’ll ever come out of there?” Kylie asked, referring to Annette and her new hole.

“Honestly, she can stay down there forever for all I care,” said Piper.

Unfortunately for Piper, Annette was back at home the next morning with dirty clothes and no new discoveries other than pockets full of white diamonds. “Too bad these don’t sell well anymore,” she said. “It’s all about the pink diamonds and tiberium now. Oh well, I hope today is more interesting than that.”

Annette checked on Tegan upstairs before catching up on sleep. The woman looked ready to pop, but she still wanted to do the graphics upgrade just to not disappoint the technology-users of the family. All was fine, then.

Hephaestus knocked on the door to the room. “Need some help, darling?” he asked.

“Not right now, no,” said Tegan. “You’re about as useful as I am with this, which means that you could probably do it given enough time and patience. But it’s my job.”

“Hey, I’m not here to steal it from you. Feeling well?” he asked.

“Some pain, but it’s to be expected. I’ll yell if it gets bad.” No more than five minutes later, it got to yelling. Hephaestus barged in on cue.



“Oh Christ, honey, it wasn’t supposed to be this fast!” Tegan said, between cries of sheer pain. “I’m so sorry!”

“God, you’re apologizing for this?” Hephaestus panicked and was useless for a few minutes. “Alright, alright,” he said, regaining some sort of composure. “What can I do to help?”

“Go downstairs, okay?” Another contraction seized Tegan. “Honey, I got this!”



Yes, she eventually got it, but the pain was horrifying. The only thing that kept her from begging for a hospital trip were the soothing endorphins and good thoughts from the new daughter she wanted. While she labored, she thought about all of the dolls she could buy and the dresses Franco would pick out for her, of high-pitched giggles and the winning name: Philomena.

Standing up made it a short labor. Tegan soon found herself holding a wriggling, fresh nooboo, but something was off. She was sure of what she expected, considering that the god of time and the sonogram both confirmed that there was a girl growing in there.



What came out instead was a little boy, who was a pastel shade of teal and wrapped in a blue swaddling blanket. She didn’t recall too many rainbow men in the one snippet of the future she got…except for that evil-looking one with the red aura, who was also the same color, and rather thin like Hephaestus, come to think of it.

Wait, how? Both she and Hephaestus were good people, and they wouldn’t slip up and accidentally raise an evil overlord. None of the elders would do that either.



Still, even with biology taking a different turn, she still had a beautiful nooboo, and the future couldn’t be set in stone. All she needed to do was stay on top of her game and raise a child at least as kind and caring as her. That would come naturally, so all the newborn boy needed was a name.



She pressed her son close to her. “You might be a little different, but you’re all I’ve ever wanted anyways,” she said. “I really liked Philomena, though. How about I name you…Philip.”

We mostly called him Phil.

Phil started out life as a docile newborn for the first three minutes and thirteen seconds, before crying and fussing in his mother’s arms for absolutely no reason. She took him downstairs, quickly got back into her usual pajamas, and picked Phil up again to calm him in the rocking chair.



Piper, not wanting to witness a birth, decided to start her homework and get some help from Kylie’s uncle Horace too. She didn’t pay any attention to Tegan and Phil the newcomer until she sketched all of the parabolas she was required to.

“I see that something took an unexpected turn,” said Piper, noticing the blue blanket.

“Yeah, but he’s still my kid,” said Tegan. “His name is Philip. Philip Athol Waverly.”

“You know, he’s pretty cute,” Piper said. “Can I hold him?”

“Sure! I think he’s calmed down enough now.” Tegan gently handed the nooboo over to Piper, who cradled and supported him well.



“You ain’t so bad after all,” she whispered to Phil, as she lifted him up for a snuggle. “In fact, I’d say that you’re freakin’ adorable. Just like your mum.”

The elders watched that, at first to see when they could get a chance to hold their newest immortal. Annette listened to Piper coo over the new boy, which lit her up from the inside out.

She whispered to the other two. “Psst, guys, we have a plan B!”



Word Count for this chapter: 2,719
Word Count so far: 233,886

So...welcome Phil! Again! He was born as an evil genius who liked country music. So no, it was too late for Tegan to raise him right. :P

Notes:

- Phil really was originally going to be a girl, until I came up with the plan to clone Lilith. Philomena was never on the table as a name, though.

- I dunno why Tegan changed her dress in the middle of labor. She just did. Priorities!

- Don't ask me the name of the other Coddle girl that Piper was talking with because I forget, and she died as a teen. :(

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 111, 12/23)
« Reply #515 on: December 23, 2014, 08:50:10 PM »
So, in addition to this story, I also recently started two new projects. I have teasers for one of them:













Hopefully one of the two will be posted on Christmas! But no matter what, I'm aiming for getting some new stuff to my adoring fans soon.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 111, 12/23)
« Reply #516 on: December 24, 2014, 03:11:02 AM »
Oh Tegan, I'm sure this will fall on deaf sim ears, but don't blame yourself for what's to come - there's really only so much you can do sometimes, and I'm sure you'll end up doing all you can.

And RIP nameless Coddle teen - the black & blue hair description gave me a giggle, knowing who likely helped with that (I'm sure there's evidence, but I'm lazy and my brain is like a sieve sometimes, just like it is with the origins of Lilith right now).

As for the teasers, I'll definitely be lurking away as per usual. :)

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 111, 12/23)
« Reply #517 on: December 24, 2014, 01:45:52 PM »
Kylie and Piper are so cute together!

I know which town that is, and it's my favorite, so I will definitely read!

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 111, 12/23)
« Reply #518 on: December 24, 2014, 03:53:24 PM »
Glad for Piper but extremely worried for her now that Phil's born. But yay, Phil's born, let the drama begin.

I know you've been saying Phil's a slim-down male Tegan, Trip, but there's a shot in the front somewhere where Phil's pouring laundry soap. To me, he really looks like Heph there, I think it's the lighting and his cheekbones along with that skinny frame.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 111, 12/23)
« Reply #519 on: December 24, 2014, 06:10:52 PM »
I'm all caught up! I like having a lot to read at once. It's harder to comment on everything though. Welcome Phil, and good riddance to Bryant! And congratulations on the wedding of Tegan and Heph. I hope he sticks around a good long while.
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 111, 12/23)
« Reply #520 on: December 25, 2014, 12:00:45 AM »
Oh Tegan, I'm sure this will fall on deaf sim ears, but don't blame yourself for what's to come - there's really only so much you can do sometimes, and I'm sure you'll end up doing all you can.

And RIP nameless Coddle teen - the black & blue hair description gave me a giggle, knowing who likely helped with that (I'm sure there's evidence, but I'm lazy and my brain is like a sieve sometimes, just like it is with the origins of Lilith right now).

As for the teasers, I'll definitely be lurking away as per usual. :)

She might blame herself at first, but it's pretty easy to see that Phil was born that way.

Lilith was one of the children of Jeffrey Castor and the Jones-Brown/Goode daughter that every Twinbrook game gets.

Don't hold your breath because I'll probably drop the first chapter of Mystery Moonlight Falls Dynasty 4000 sometime around New Years.

Kylie and Piper are so cute together!

I know which town that is, and it's my favorite, so I will definitely read!

Hurrah! Moonlight Falls is fantastic. It's no Twinbrook, but it's a fine town for a dynasty.

Glad for Piper but extremely worried for her now that Phil's born. But yay, Phil's born, let the drama begin.

I know you've been saying Phil's a slim-down male Tegan, Trip, but there's a shot in the front somewhere where Phil's pouring laundry soap. To me, he really looks like Heph there, I think it's the lighting and his cheekbones along with that skinny frame.

His face was a little softer than Tegan's, but it wasn't quite Heph's either. It was more apparent when Tegan and Jo were both elders; Jo looks just like Phil, but her face looked so much softer than Tegan's once they were both old.

I'm all caught up! I like having a lot to read at once. It's harder to comment on everything though. Welcome Phil, and good riddance to Bryant! And congratulations on the wedding of Tegan and Heph. I hope he sticks around a good long while.

Congrats on catching up again!

Heph lived past 90, but that doesn't mean much when he got married at 83.



I doubt my ability to get a new story I've barely started on out by tomorrow, so have a teaser for my other project as a pitiful substitute. I even wrote a poem.

Twas Christmas for one watcher, and all through Oasis Springs
Not a creature was stirring, except for a divorced Alhena sans her wedding rings




Poor girl needed a new roommate, to get her in a nice mood
Too bad the best candidate was anything but good...


Loosely (oh so loosely) based off an old story or three.

(And there is no way I'm keeping that up for a whole story. Sorry!)

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: Trip's PSA
« Reply #521 on: December 28, 2014, 08:51:06 PM »
Double post for a good reason.

PSA: I fried my laptop. It's really my own fault. I spilled coffee on it today and thought I saved it, but I didn't. Pretty sure that it's the motherboard that's gone, and it's an expensive and difficult part to replace.

Meanwhile, I got a lot of money for Christmas and made wise decisions regarding my income for this year, as well as turning out to be far more financially prepared for paying for the rest of school than I thought. So I'm taking the step to build a gaming desktop because I can, and it's how us IT people establish dominance. Meanwhile still, I'm going to get a Chromebook as a light option to take with me to college and elsewhere. All of that needs to ship and be built by my tech-savvy hands, so I apologize. We might have a delay.

Some of one, anyways. My external hard drive survived, and that's good because most of my screenshots are there, but I had an awesome double-feature of Roaring Heights chapters half-shot and now I can't get to them. :( I'm somewhat confident that my hard drive survived, but you never know, and it might bode badly for me because I forgot to back up my Roaring Heights stuff months ago. I might have nothing backed up, I might have very little, but if it's gone that means that I have to re-create every single character and lot I used there.

Please keep my data in your thoughts and prayers.

EDIT: First step completed...submit my new parts list to a community for feedback. Hoping for some feedback! I also decided that I'm naming the tower "Toffee Crunch" once it's built.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: Trip's PSA
« Reply #522 on: December 28, 2014, 08:54:32 PM »
I also went with the Chromebook for school (it's what I'm using now) and I most definitely recommend.

Your hardware is in my thoughts.
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: Trip's PSA
« Reply #523 on: December 28, 2014, 09:31:10 PM »
Oh no Trip!  I'm so sorry to hear that!  My mom just had the same kind of mishap happen with her laptop as well.  Had to replace the motherboard.  I'm so sorry I haven't commented in forever.  I am severely behind, unfortunately.  Hoping now that the holidays are over with I'll have some more time to get caught up ^^

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: Trip's PSA
« Reply #524 on: December 28, 2014, 10:43:52 PM »
That is terrible. I hope you manage to salvage the data.