Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Downloads- Sims- Vivia Sixkiller

ViviAAAAAAA! Vivi is loud. Let me tell you. lol

Today is the last of my holiday gifts to you. Vivia Sixkiller was a complete surprise to me and still has me reevaluating how she's changing things up.

Since I packaged her in a save that has only the basegame, Hip Hop is no longer her favorite music. lol. She's also going to look different since she's wearing a custom skinblend I made for myself. However, the ESkin Fresh ND skin is the base of it, so she doesn't look too too different if you use that. (Download instructions are in the previous post for Ceeven if Chinese isn't your thing.)

Here she is in CAS with the ESkin Fresh ND skin:

Here she is in CAS with (my) default skin:

She is packaged in BG hair, makeup and clothing. She has NO cc on her. Her traits are Artistic, Genius, Brave, Daredevil and Hopeless Romantic. I had a booboo and forgot that Genius was supposed to be Athletic. Oopsie (should have written it down before going in game. Heh.) Her LTW is to be a Forensic Specialist: Dynamic DNA Profiler.

TOU: Do NOT reupload her anywhere for any reason.

Vivia Sixkiller
Default Skin Version
Non Default Skin Version (Use only if you have ESkin Fresh in your game!)

Happy Holidays!

Monday, December 22, 2014

Downloads- Sims- Ceeven Sixkiller

Happy Monday! lol.

Today is my darling Ceeven.

Gosh, I love him. In the above, he's wearing a custom skin blend I made as well as this hair. (Use caution with that link. I highly recommend having Adblock Plus and an adf.ly disabler before you click on it.) Since the skin blend is made from others work, I can't give it out and that really bites. However, the main of the skin is the non-default E-Skin Fresh which you can get here: http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_63f63ea90101fod7.html . (Scroll down until you see the .rar link under the word Download in Red. When the next screen comes up, you want to click on the white button to the right of the blue button at the top. It'll have 6.3M in the button.)

He's packaged using default skin, as well as with the non-default linked to above. In both instances he's wearing BG hair and clothing. He has NO cc on him. This is what he'll look like in CAS with the ESkin Fresh skin:

Here's what he'll look like in CAS with default skin:

Again, he uses no custom sliders. Though I have slider values set to 4 for him.

He comes with the Good, Loves the Outdoors, Absent Minded, Green Thumb and Hopeless Romantic traits. His LTW is The Perfect Garden.

TOU: Do NOT reupload him anywhere else for any reason. Do NOT claim him as your own.

Ceeven Sixkiller.sim
Default skin version
Non Default ESkin Fresh version (Use only if you have ESkin Fresh in your game!) 

Happy Holidays!

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Downloads- Sims- Dove Sixkiller

In the giving spirit of the holidays I've decided to let my Gen 3 babies fly free before their turn to take over comes. Today is a real wrench, because I adore my Dove baby.

Above, you can see the potential cc has to make her a doll. I did NOT package her with any CC. I also packaged her in a save that is BG only, so she no longer likes Geek Rock or Crepes. However, Hot Pink still rocks her world.

Give her that Newsea Shero hair, put her in your game and take a pic and I'll forever love you.

This is what she'll look like in CAS:

I have my default slider multiplier set to 2, so if you don't have that setting and try to change her appearance her features will probably snap to your normal values. She does NOT use custom sliders though.

She comes with default BG hair, skin and eyes. She has NO cc on her. Her traits are Genius, Artistic, Handy, Perfectionist and Hopeless Romantic. Her set lifetime wish is Forensic Specialist: Dynamic DNA Profiler. Please note that these traits are subject to change since she's still a toddler in my game.

TOU- Don't reupload her anywhere else. After that, I would love to know if she's running around your game. =D

Dove Sixkiller.sim

Thank you heaps and heaps!

Happy Holidays!   

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Downloads- Poses- Family Portrait

Made because I love you all. lol. And because I desperately need to get a new family portrait made of my own family. HA!

5 poses. They snap together. The chair is basegame. Also, for this shot I set up a 'flying hotdog' (OMSP at 1m+10 cms (1.1m) with a hotdog chewy toy from PETS) set WAY far back that I had all the sims 'Look At' using the Pose Player Interactions Mod by Misukisu. Otherwise, they're all just looking straight ahead.

As usual in each download is a posecoded image for your story planning needs, and there are two downloads. One is poselisted, the other is not please only put ONE in your game.

Do NOT claim as your own.
Do NOT tweak them, then reupoad them offering them as your own. NO BUENO. If you want to tweak them for your own personal use/sims/story, coolio.

Family Portrait
Not Poselisted

A Huge huge huge huge Thank YOU! to Misty for putting up with my moaning and groaning while poselisting these, and all my Ooohing and Loooook! They're so Cyoot! while making them. lol.

And a HUGE huge THANK YOU to all who follow this blog or my simblr. It means so much to me. For all those who leave love, you really make it all worth it.

Happy Holidays!

Friday, December 19, 2014

Downloads-Poses-Surprise, Baby!

New.Poses. Woot!

These are from the last Chapter of Sixkillers. But I figured you could use them for all kinds of different surprises. Adopt a dog when your boyfriend is highly allergic? Surprise him! Birthday party before that midlife crisis hits and he wishes to divorce you? Surprise him! Buy him a sportscar when you're already eyeball deep in debt? Surprise him! Want to show him your newest Simstoria's Secret purchase? Surprise.Him.Darn.It. lol

This pose set contains 3 sets of snapping couples poses, 2 original poses, 3 derivative reaction poses (taken from the propose interaction in game and tweaked,) and a bonus derivative child's pose (taken from the gossip interaction in game and tweaked.) But who cares how many, let's see them!

There are two downloads. One poselisted, one not poselisted. Both include images with posecodes on them.

Do NOT claim as your own.
Do NOT tweak them, reupload them, or claim them as your own. If you want to tweak them to better fit your sims/story, go for it! Just don't put them out there.

Surprise, Baby!
Not Poselisted

Check back tomorrow for another pose pack!

Merry Christmas from the Sixkillers!

Or Happy Holidays if you prefer. ;)

In the spirit of the holidays, and because I'm so touched so many people stuck around while I ended up being more out of pocket than in this super hectic year, I have a few gifts. Sure, it's just poses and sims, but hey. That's about all I really can do. Ha!

Hit "Next Post" for the first gift. =D Enjoy!

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Chapter 3.9- Shut Up, Close Your Eyes

            “You.are.late. my friend,” Mariah stood defiant as Roger burst through the door.
            His gaze roamed to the space between her fingertips, pulling him up short, gaping. He’d been expecting to get here barely in time to get her to the hospital. Looks like he was too late, indeed.
            “I have a surprise for you,” Mariah’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

            Roger’s legs were wobbly as he walked forward to meet her. This wasn’t at all what he’d expected. He’d been there for Dove. Mariah was shrieking and sharp tongued in her labor pains. This Mariah was again slim, beaming instead of scowling.
            “You don’t have to look so worried,” she giggled.
            “Where-I-I mean, how-how-where?”
            “Don’t worry about that right now. I have a surprise for you!”

            “Mariah, you called me this morning telling me to get here as quickly as I could,” Roger was slightly disoriented, still trying to figure out what was going on. “So I raced here. Last time I saw you, you were huge. And pregnant. With my baby. Now you’re not. Did you go to the hospital? When?”
            “No. No hospital this time. I didn’t make it. But it’s okay! C’mon!”
            “You-you didn’t make it?!? What about the baby!! Is the baby okay? Are you- have you seen a doctor at least? When!”
            “Don’t worry about that right now. I have a sur-”
            “-A surprise, yeah. But I’ve had enough of one already. I don’t want to see the afterbirth in the bathtub thankyouverymuch, what about the baby?”
            Rolling her eyes, Mariah grabbed his hand. “Just come on!”

            Keeping his hand firmly in her own she dragged a stumbling Roger up the stairs, positioning him directly in front of the door to the nursery.
            “Come here,” she said, angling behind him.
            “Mariah,” Roger’s voice now held an edge. He was ready to see his baby. Now. “I.Do.Not.Want-”
            “-Yes, you do, now come here.”
            Swatting away one of her hands, Roger turned.
            “Mariah, listen to me. I get enough gross surprises on the job. I don’t want to see it right now. I want to know what happened to my child. Now please. I’m done with the games.”
            “Me, too!” Mariah put on a shocked face. “So let me cover your eyes so I can show you the surprise.”
            “Whatever,” Roger shook his head, lowered his hand. “Just tell me you’re okay. Tell me the baby is alright.”
            “Shut up, close your eyes and I will show you,” she said.

            “Okay,” she said once she’d pushed the door open. “I wanna know more about the gross surprises you get on the job-Ouch. Go to your right a little, you ran my elbow into the door.”
            “Sorry,” Roger snapped. “It’s a little hard to steer with you covering my eyes.”
            “It’s.a.Surprise! Let me have my fun.”
            “Let me have my sight and answer my questions woman! Where is my baby?”
            “In a minute! And I do believe you share when it comes to ownership. Geez.”

            “Here,” she said, stopping him abruptly.
            “If you want me to see this surprise, would you mind NOT trying to see how far my eyeballs will go into my skull. Ouch!”
            “Whatever, cover your eyes.”
            “I’m losing patience.”
            “I’m about to show you! Twallan’s PlumbBob, you’re grouchy today!”
            “Answer my questions and maybe I’ll calm down!”
            “But I don’t want to answer, I want to show you. On the count of three you can open your eyes. One-”
            “If I see anything bloody-”
            “-You will never live it down.”

            “Say ‘Hi’ Daddy!”
            “Are you watching Tibi’s baby already?”
            “No, silly! Tibi’s little boy is at home with her.”
            “Then who’s the other one?”
            “They’re yours!”
            “But-but I-I thought-I-I thought-you-you said-the doctor said-”
            “Surprise! We had twins!”
            “There are two of them.”
            “That’s kind of what that means, yeah.”

            While Ceeven gurgled contentedly as though recognizing his name, baby girl let out an angry sounding wail.
            “And this little one is still kind of nameless.”
            “Well, we didn’t really go over girl’s names did we?” Mariah winced as the baby’s cries reached a higher pitch.
            “Can-can I-I-can I-”
            “Yes! Please! I’m not used to holding them both at the same time. Take him so I can calm her down.”

            “Soooo, whacha think Daddy?” Mariah asked, watching Roger snuggle Ceeven. He still looked a little shocked.
            “I dunno, yet,” He admitted. “What do you think?”
            Laughing, Mariah just shook her head.
            “Exactly. And you’ve had a little longer to get used to the thought of having two of them than I’ve had. What happened? Why didn’t you call me before? When you went into labor?”
            “Once I realized what was going on for sure there wasn’t enough time to call anyone. He was here before I could wrap my head around what was going on myself. And it was too late at night to call anyone else. In any case, I did alright on my own. I handled it.”

            Roger didn’t catch too much of her last. Ceeven had snuggled in deep and Roger was too focused on the soft little boy in his arms to hear her properly.
            “Anyway, now you’re here we probably ought to get these two to a doctor or someone who can give them a birth certificate. Those might come in handy for school or whatever.”
            Roger simply hummed his approval.

            “Or maybe a name for this little one first,” the little girl in her arms was determinedly trying to get Mariah’s full attention, pulling at her hair and waving a tiny fist around her face.
            “Compared to him she’s really vibrant. From those first few moments even. He was so laid back and calm, he hardly fussed at all. But she demanded attention and action. She didn’t want to just sit still and let things happen around her. She wanted to be part of it all.”
            “Vivid…” Roger mumbled against Ceeven’s warm skin. “I can get behind that it’s vivid and vibrant. It’s still more of a dream that life like.”

            “Why not Vivid for a name then?” Roger looked up, gauging her reaction to his suggestion.
            “Are you kidding me?”
            “No. Vivian?”
            “Nooo. Vivia?”
            “Vivia. Ceeven and Vivia.”
            “Sounds about right to me.”

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            Vivia turned out to fit her tiny daughter perfectly. Ceeven and Dove would still be sleeping peacefully as the sun rose, but not Vivia. If the sun was up, even barely, she was up and wanting to play. She’d gurgle and coo at her mom, doing anything to keep from being put down.
            When she was unhappy, the world knew it. Some of her earliest temper fits left Mariah breathless at the amount of rage she contained. However, no matter how fast her anger had been provoked, the moment she spotted her mother she’d calm right back down again, content to have achieved her aim.

            Inevitably Mariah’s time with only one baby awake would come to an end and she’d have others needing her attention as well.
            She’d been a little scared of having more than one baby at first, but she quickly fell into a routine, learning how to balance and juggle all of their needs and demands.

            Dove had even adjusted to the babies’ presence sooner than anyone had expected. It still didn’t stop her from figuring out how the baby monitor worked incredibly quickly. Often she’d sit as close to it as she could before hollering at the top of her lungs for her Mama. Mariah would immediately put down whichever of her twins she was currently taking care of to run to her side.
            Dove thought it was a fantastic trick.

            And while she found it easier to be a parent to several kids than she’d at first anticipated, there were moments where the kids seemed to gang up on her, trying her patience to the max.
            In particular, if one of the twins cried, the other was sure to start the second she attempted to calm the first one down.

            The very worst days were when Dove heard the melee and joined in. There wasn’t enough of her to go around and not a single one of the kids had any patience with her at all. It was those times she wished Roger were there. Other than that, she was making it. She’d done it with Dove on her own. She was doing it now with three.
            So what if she fell into bed exhausted each and every night? She wouldn’t trade what she had for the world.
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            It’s a short one this time. But there’s only so much you can show of larva interactions and I want to go ahead and let them age up to toddlers so that will be next time.
            Baby Girl has a name! Vivia! I love how she turned out. She has a lot of Sally’s features, but she isn’t a clone thankfully. Ceeven has a good bit of Buck in him, which is exciting to me. I will always love Buck and I missed that jaw. Take a peek:
These two are also up on the family tree now. Eventually I’ll update the Generational Goals to put them on there as well. (PSssst! I still think Dove is prettier. ;) lol)
            Originally I had something particular planned I would have announced here, (I’d hinted at it with Dove,) but with three of them I had to scrap that. It just won’t work with more than two and I’m not ready to announce heirs or spares yet.
            However, I will say that the next generation being born around AP is probably going to get culled very soon. At which point I’ll be looking for potential classmates/romantic interests to put in town. If you have particular sims up for download you’d like to see in the running let me know so I can be sure to grab them! Or send me a link through PM on MTS or Tumblr if you have a private download you’d like to submit, or if you’d like to make a sim just for this that’s fine too. Thanks to anyone generous enough to share!

Friday, October 31, 2014

Chapter 3.8- Safely Planted

            “Are you alright?”
            “I guess.”
            Roger beamed at Mariah and it was like he’d never left. Her cares melted away into meaningless nothings as she began to look over the man who stood in front of her.
            “Your hair is different.”
            “Yeah, either I had entirely too much of it or not nearly enough. I went with too much.”
            “Are you growing a beard?”
            “Just don’t shave as often as I used to. It looks more ‘natural’ this way. I fit in better.”
            “Are those tattoos? Wait. Roger? Is that a plug in your ear?”
            Roger sighed, his smile fading.

            “’Riah,” he said, taking her hands. “’Riah, I know I look really different to you, but all of this? Is just skin. Skin and hair. And I like my ink. You will too.”
            “You’ve lost weight,” she pouted in response.
            “So have you. So there. And you shouldn’t be losing weight, should you?”
            Scowling, she lowered her gaze. His remark brought her recent reality back, bursting the small bubble of happiness she thought she’d found.
            “C’mon, ‘Riah,” Roger said, noting the disappearance of her smile. “Let’s go inside and you can tell me all about how I’m going to be a dad, ‘cause I kinda don’t believe you yet. If you talk long enough, maybe I can stay the night.”

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            Mariah did indeed manage to talk to him long enough that he stayed. Any euphoria he might have felt from her announcement replaced with worry over how she handled the news herself. In the end he thought he might have talked her around to the idea of being a mom once more, though. At least, he hoped he had. Time would only tell if he’d done a good enough job or not.
            And while they had stayed up late talking, he’d still managed to be up in time to catch Dove’s early stirrings on the baby monitor. Dressing silently he slipped into the nursery hoping to get to her before her wails woke her very tired Mama.

            Greeting the little girl he’d known so well with a smile he lifted her onto his hip hoping she’d snuggle in just as she always had.
            Instead, Dove frowned up at him, pushing herself away, twisting herself to get a better view of the person who held her.
            “Aw, c’mon, babe,” Roger attempted to soothe her. “It’s just me. It’s Roger! Daddy? Remember me? It hasn’t been that long has it?”
            But Dove refused to respond. “If you’re not going to cheer up, I know what can get you to smile,” he continued, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes.

            “Do you know what will make you smile for me?” Roger asked the still somber little girl.
            She only frowned deeper, making tiny creases appear between her eyes.
            “Well you’d better smile, and fast, or the tickle monster will come to get you.”
            Dove still refused to respond.
            “Well then here it comes, *Gasp!* It’s. The. TICKLE MONSTER!!!”

            Before he could even try to approach her with his hand Dove let out a shriek. Not just any child’s wail either. Roger had no idea how something so small could manage to cry that loudly without shattering eardrums and glass.
            NOOOOOOOOoooooo!!! NOOOoooooo You!!! Mommieeeeeeee!!! Hep! HEP MEEEE MOMMMMIIIEEE!!! NOOOOOO!!! BAAAAADD!”
            So much for letting Mariah sleep in.
            But there was one last thing to try. Maybe he could head her off before things got really bad.

            “Hey, you,” Roger forced a smile. “Look, Dove. Looks who’s up!”
            Roger had managed to plug the bottle into Dove’s still trembling mouth just before Mariah had walked in.
            “Hey, yourself,” she answered, her voice still heavy with sleep. “What on SimPlanet is going on in here?”
            “Oh nothing,” he replied as cheerily as he could through clenched teeth. “Just getting reacquainted. I didn’t think it had been so long since I’d seen her.”

            Mariah scoffed.
            “She’s still a baby, Rog’. Your hair and skin is as much a part of you as your clothes are to her. And it’s been almost 3 months since she saw you last. Give her some time.”
            Reaching out, Roger pulled Mariah nearer.
            “But that’s just it, babe,” he said. “I don’t have a lot of time.”
            Nodding, Mariah traced the whorls of ink on his forearm with a finger. “You’re coming back to help me redo the nursery though, right?”
            “I wouldn’t miss it. You’re going to call an interior designer to help you lighten the rest of this place up too, right?”
            Mariah nodded again. She wouldn’t miss doing that either. A little change would probably do her a world of good.

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            “We did a good job, right?”
            “It looks fantastic. So much better than that flowery monstrosity. I swear if you looked at that stuff too long your eyes would bleed.”
            Mariah’s doctor had assured her a little boy was all the source of her pregnancy misery. Something about how her body responded to the miniscule amounts of testosterone made her have extra severe pregnancy symptoms or something like that. At least she’d struggled out of that first half of pregnancy and things were settling down. Though she could still use a good nap.

            “The pink carpeting?”
            “Gone by midweek. That wanna be Mohawk you’ve got going on?”
            “Ain’t goin’ anywhere, babe.”
            “When did you start using ‘babe’ so much?”
            “Just getting all that awesome vernacular and awful grammar I use on the job thoroughly ingrained. Wanna go for a roll in that haystack babe?”
            Mariah punched his ribs playfully and went to lay down her roller. Downstairs, Dove squealed with glee at something Roger’s dad, Ottawa did. Both of his parents were there. They were supposed to be watching Dove, but Sally had taken the opportunity to be in Mariah’s house to do other things as well. In between stocking the freezer with casseroles and playtimes with Dove she’d come up to ‘survey the new nursery.’ During those trips she’d dropped many heavy hints that it was time for Roger to give up his assignment. Time for Mariah to trust them more. Time to be thinking ahead to the next pregnancy. Time for rings on fingers and name changes, too. In short, she wanted both of them to give up the world for their love.
            Mariah was thoroughly annoyed by it.

            Walking to the other window she surveyed the river flowing behind the house. She missed her little cabin by the river and her trips there. A good swim in the rushing waters might be a bit much though.
            “So, no roll in the hay then?” Roger slipped up beside her.
            “My dear, I’m not too sure I could manage hay right now,” she chuckled. She was uncomfortable enough as it was.

            “Back to names then?”
            The two had figured out Roger could text Mariah fairly regularly without anyone being the wiser. Most of their text time had been spent going over and over, around and around every name in a baby name book Mariah had bought. Mariah burned the book in the fireplace the night before, frustrated that it didn’t have the ability to magically hand her the prefect name on a platter. Ten minutes after the flames had died down she'd cried in horror over the ashes, ashamed of what she'd done.
            “I-I had a bit of an-an epiphany last night with a-a name-a name,” Roger offered.
            Mariah turned to him. If it brought back his nervous stuttering, he must think the name was pretty important.

            “You don’t have to be afraid to tell me,” Mariah said.
            “Well, it’s-it’s kind of important, and I feel-I feel a little ashamed I didn’t think of it sooner,” Roger still looked super nervous.
            Mariah waited.
            “There was this-this kid. He was into the organization pretty deep when-when I got there and he was-he was the only one who had any kind of faith in me. The first month or so I-I really thought I was going to be pulled out because-because I wasn’t getting anywhere, no one trusted me or liked me. But this kid managed to convince some of the others that I was-I was okay. He was a great-great kid. He was only there because life hadn’t offered him anything else. I miss him a lot.”
            The kid hadn't survived some rivalry dispute. But Mariah liked the name, it was a little different. And so on the same day she got her nursery, Mariah also found the perfect name for her baby.

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            Figures. Mariah gave up on sleep at last. The pains had begun that morning, but she remembered how much time she’d had last time. So with pains in the morning that were never less than 15 minutes apart she had all day ahead of her.
            With 5 minutes to midnight showing on the clock, her day was over.

            She’d meant to tell Roger earlier that day, but wanted the pains to be closer before she texted. Not that there was any guarantee he would have been able to come. He’d managed to do something or other that had impressed someone who had decided he needed to be a bit more in the thick of things.
            Pregnancy brain meant she was still unable to figure out the finer points of it all. At the moment, she really couldn’t care.

            So he’d been officially moved to Lucky Palms to keep up his undercover work. That had pissed off both the department here and the one there. The one here didn’t want to scramble to find someone else here less than a year after getting someone safely planted.

            The department in Lucky Palms didn’t like that some nobody from the middle of nowhere could waltz in and oust their own man.
            Mariah was pissed because it meant he now lived almost 4 hours away.

            Most of all, she was pissed at herself. Why hadn’t she told someone, anyone, that she was having contractions? Now she had no one to watch Dove and in the middle of the night the minor off and on pains of the day had become full blown labor.
            When a particularly sharp pain threatened to rip her belly in two she realized she wasn’t just in labor, she was about to deliver.

            And so little Ceeven Sixkiller made a smashing entrance into the world.

            Once she’d managed to clean the little guy up, dressing him in his first outfit, he was already asleep.
            Mariah chuckled at the sweet look on his little face, still somewhat in awe of what had just happened. If she didn’t have other very pressing matters to attend to, she would have stayed to have watch his slumber. Instead she quietly tiptoed out, hurrying back to her bedroom.

            “Thank goodness you’re still too little to roll over, huh?” Mariah sighed with relief, picking up Ceeven’s completely unexpected twin sister.
            Mariah was nervous about toting both babies upstairs at the same time and so had left this little one on her bed, pillows surrounding her to make sure she didn’t fall.

            “Now then, where are we going to put you?”
            Mariah scanned her room, her mind struggling to find the energy to process what had just happened.
            “Wait, where are we going to put you? What are we going to call you? What am I going to do with three kids?”
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I hate my game. Now to backpedal a little and put first things first.

When I redid Tibi’s room to be a second nursery I redid the house entirely. You can see pics of it here if you’re curious. It took me forever for a lot of reasons, none of which are remotely interesting. Lol
After that? Baby girl will get a name next time. Why? Because I didn’t have one prepared for her birth in the first place. She was a total shocker to me. Want proof?
See that awesome little number up there? That 2% chance of twins? I just knew I wouldn’t hit that chance. When I went back to a prior save to get that screencap I also replayed through the birth just to see what would happen a second time. It happened exactly the same way. A little boy, a little girl. Birth animation plays for the boy and then the girl pops out of the ether onto the floor in ‘please reset the baby’ pose. (For those who would like further proof, ask Misty about my reaction. I might have blown a hole in her monitor with the rage.) So while I’m supremely disappointed in how this messes with my plans, I’m going with ‘it’s meant to be.’ Also, there are no spoiler pics like there were for Dove because I don’t have them yet. I have spoiler pics of grown up Ceeven, but baby girl is yet to be photographed.
I will, however, reward your patience with a roll reveal. Congrats.

Number of children: 3/2. Dammit