randomsushi | Goth-Lothario

Over to the Uberhood! Now this spot in the rotation was Don’s round, but he married Cassandra at the end of the Goth round. As I played them quite recently (and by recently, I mean September 2019), I thought about putting their round after the main Goth household, but then I remembered Donna Lothario’s still happily single in my genderswapped uberhood, so it would be easier to sync the two hoods up if I kept Don earlier. Plus it spaces out all the Goths a bit.

tl;dr, Goth-Lothario household.

You may or may not remember that I moved Don and Cassandra into Shoebox Mansion at the end of the Goth round, but when I found I couldn’t fit a double bed in any of the bedrooms, I moved them right back out again. So now they’re living in Willow House, which is just a despookified, rotated copy of The House Of Fallen Trees. Oooh! Aaaah!

...I may have fucked up the portals though.

Cassandra: Welp. That’s my husband.
That’s your husband! Not having second thoughts, are you?

Don: *flirts*
Cassandra: Not any more.

Oh right, yeah, she’s pregnant. I forgot that.

Do you know what that is behind you? It’s a changing table.
Nanny: Don’t worry, I’m gonna throw the dirty nappy in the bin anyway.
Really? In that case then, carry on.

Nanny: I’m not a maid, you know.
Cassandra: And thank goodness for that.
Nanny: I don’t have to clean the counter.
Cassandra: Never asked you to.

But I do want a Bonehilda servo at some point, and Cassandra is also a Bot Fan, so I brought her a robot station to play with.

And this is why I started dabbling in swimmable lakes!

Don: Help.

Sorry, Cassandra’s busy.

Nobody was interested in throwing a party, but I invited the other Goths over anyway for baby Vera’s birthday.

Alex: Throw this!

Cassandra: Wanna eat my husband.
We don’t need to know your kinks, thanks.

Toddler Vera! Obscured by confetti!

And here she is madeover. She’s got little hairbuns, just like her mother.

Who is currently being decapitated by her father.
Cassandra: DAD WHAT THE FUCK!
Mortimer:

Seriously, I have no idea what got into him, his relationship with his children is fine, he’s got no bad traits or memories that might have caused him to lash out.

Bella: Best you stay out of it, Don, if you think about it, he actually has a motive to lash out at you.
Don: I’ll pay you whatever you want, just never mention what happened on my deck ever again.
Right, I think it’s time the visitors pissed off home and never came back.

So here’s Vera, just quietly scribbling in her room.

And here’s Bella, very clearly not going home.
Don: I’m not paying you again.

Cassandra: Ooh!
Bella: Congrats.
Don: Zzz... not paying...

Postman: I can’t just give you his mail.
Bella: It’s fine, he’s my son-in-law.
Postman: It’s still a no.
Bella: OK, but did I mention that I’m Bella Goth?
GO HOME, BELLA.

I never usually use high chairs, so I wasn’t expecting the nanny to feed Vera proper food.

Cassandra: It’s time.

That’s right, it’s potty training faces!

Followed by adorable peek-a-boo faces.

Followed by walking skillz.

Followed by Don potty training faces.
Don: Eugh, this stinks. I need some fresh air.
OK!

Oh.
Nina: What a coincidence seeing you here!
Don: Such an accident!
As I know I didn’t set up a meeting between these two and they’re really telling the truth, I just have to sit here and glare.

Don: Um, OK, I didn’t do this autonomously.

Actual picture of me fulfilling Don’s want to slow dance and grope ass.

Don: You are the sunshine of my life, ooooooooh, that’s why I’ll always be around-
Nina: Don’t you have a pregnant wife at home?
Don: Yeah... I should probably. Not do this any more.

Yeah.
So! Moving on!

Possessed potty training face.

Cassandra: You left the icon in.
The wall’s patterned, makes it harder to photoshop out.

And Vera learns to walk!

Cassandra: Ugh why can’t I just make Servos already?

Um, what are you doing here?
Nina: I just happened to be in the area.

Nina: Oh, fancy seeing you here!
Don: Yeah, fancy!

I swear, they’re just saying hello, HONEST!.

Cassandra: This is fine.

However, after their hello snog, Nina just,,, leaves and Don goes back to fatherhood.
Don: Teddy!
Vera: If you say so.

Is that wise? That doesn’t seem wise.
Don: It’s fine, I think they blacklisted me anyway.

Cassandra keeps churning out crappy robots and Don wants a mechanical skill, so this is a win-win.

Also I don’t know if I mentioned it before, but Don randomly has an Equestrian trait, so I got a rocking horse for him.
Don: You mean for my darling baby girl.
Yes, but really it’s for you.
Don: Thanks! Oh, and speaking of buying me things, I have a request.

Well gee, I would, but you see that karaoke machine? I literally just brought it for you to fulfil your previous “buy a stereo costing $1800″ want.

Don: Fine, I’ll dance instead.

I like that even though Don and Cassie splurged and brought all the protective upgrades, there’s still a chance the power will go out.

Vera: I don’t want food, I want SLEEP.

Yeah well good luck sleeping through this racket.

It’s a boy! I decided to stick with V names and named him Vincent!

Nanny: Excellent, that’s my job safe for the next ten years.
Cassandra: Not if you die.

Don: Zzz... not sure performance-enhancing milk is really safe for my children... zzz...

Not that it matters right now, ‘cause Vera’s learned all her toddler skills.

Also she’s about to grow up.

Don: Hey sweetheart! Ready to see our baby girl all grown up?

Cassandra: Just cut the fucking cake Don, I’m dying here.

Looks like Don is too.

And here’s child!Vera! The first thing she did was run off to read a book. A child after my own heart.
Vera: TV’s broken.
Shut up, nerd.

Don: Groovy tune, Cass!
Cassandra: Thanks! It’s ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
Don: And you make it rock.

Meanwhile, here’s Vincent, just chilling away.

Vera still loves drawing, but the table’s gone kinda glitchy and the skill bar keeps resetting over her head.

So I let her play chess on her balcony instead. Games is her OTH anyway.

Then she abandoned her game and sprinted down three flights of stairs to hug her mother. Aww.

Vera: I think I will just stand here and creepily hold the teddy for half an hour.

Vera: Change of plan.

And it’s time for Vincent’s birthday. And no, we will not be inviting Bella and Mortimer this time.

Relax Spike, he’s de-beared now.

Don may not be the absolute best husband, but he is definitely a doting dad. I think I’ll give him a reward!

A little woo, a little hoo.

OK! So, you might have noticed that the blanket animations on this bed don’t work, so be prepared for some truly cursed woohoo images!

Starts off fairly benign with some invisibility...

...And quickly turns into nightmare fuel.

Don: Worth it.

Vera: Daddy, what would you wish for if we had a genie lamp?
Don: I’d wish to turn back time to before I started eating this mouldy mac and cheese.

Cassandra: Speaking of wishes!
Eh, why not. There’s still a spare bedroom, after all.

Vera: Bitch.
Don: What was that?
Vera: Nothing daddy, love you!

Townie: Oooh, who’s that handsome fellow?
Don: Why hello-
Townie: Not you.

At least Cassandra still finds him attractive.

Townie: You OK, dude?
Don: Fine! Just wonderful! I definitely did not hear any chimes!

Vera: Cheer up daddy, watch me do this!
Don: Perfect, amazing, ten out of ten!
Don: But there’s really not enough space in here for athletics. Let’s go outside!

Vera: DAD I AM HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS.

Much better.

So far this guy is the only person who’s touched the karaoke machine.

Don: Tickles!
Vincent: Fatherly affection!

Don: Mr Teddy says time to get dressed!
Vera: Dad, what the fuck?
Don: You’re right, this was a stupid idea.

Seriously though, I may rag on him a little, but Don is a fantastic father who showers his children in lots of love. He’s also stopped rolling cheating wants.

Which is good news, because Cassandra is definitely pregnant again!

*ten seconds later*
Cassandra: BLARF.

Don: We’re gonna stay here and learn a nursery rhyme, well out of the line of fire.

And in the meantime, Cassandra takes Vera out to Magic Land.

Server: See my hand? It’s magic!

Vera: Hi Uncle Alex! I’m just surveying the men in the family to find out what they’d wish for if they had a genie lamp.
Alex: Uh, dunno. It’s usually money, but we’ve got plenty of that.