Generation Ten Alternate Ending

The way this legacy ended wasn't my original intent; I wasn't going to have Rye meet back up with Vance, however after her father died from old age in my Sims game and I threw a funeral party and Vance showed up (I'm not sure why, I think maybe because technically he's Remy's brother in-law, since she married and had two children with Zander) and I'm not sure how that makes him related to Xavier... Rambles aside, after that, I decided to change the course of this legacy.

I wrote part of a chapter before I changed my mind, however, and I didn't want to completely discard it.
The background it this:

• Ryelynn has a bachelor’s in Physics with a minor in robotic engineering from UCLA, a master’s in physics, and was accepted into Stanford, where she earned her doctorate
• She built a time machine, ventured into the future, loses time machine
• Time travel turns out to be illegal (still) because the government is afraid that if anyone travels into the future people will discover, that the utopia they live in, which bans sadness, anyone who shows signs of depression/mental illness is exiled from society (I was inspired by this book)
• She found some hunky guy who helped hide her away
• She works in the future for two years as a robotic mechanic, builds a time machine
• Hooks up with hunky guy

 This is leading up to the hook up:

Delicate thing, be being here, me existing here for two years could easily enough hurt it, but telling him was something bigger. I couldn’t expect a real relationship; not with someone who was centuries younger than me.

“You.”

“Ryelynn…” He whispered. “Time Traveler Protocol Law, you’re not supposed to be here, I lied, told them you were a visitor from Planet 57, I…”

“See? This is why I kept it a secret, I knew that you couldn’t, you’ve already done so much.” I turned away, facing the wall. Out of everyone I’ve ever gone out on a date with, Vance, my first love, Frank, the jock who got me my internship, Elliot, who I met during the internship and dated later, in college, Orval, my senior prom date,  I felt more passion, more love towards ___ then I did to all of them combined.

“Don’t be hurt.” He said. “Ryelynn Janes, this world was boring until you came along, I was just someone who worked for Protect the Future then, never doing anything even mildly daring, you make me feel… I don’t know, peculiar.”

“I do?” I asked, turning around.

“You do.”

He leaned forward, placing his hands on my waist. We were centimeters away from each other, suddenly he pushed be against the wall, began kissing me, biting my lip, as I shocked stood there, before I took my hands and placed them in his hair, gripping on to it as our bodies melded. He took his hand, began clawing at my clothes.

“Wait…” I pulled away. “If we’re going to do this, can we do this old fashioned? You know, a bed…”

“Yes.” He huskily said, taking my hand, leading me outside. He strapped on his jetpack, as I strapped on mine; within minutes we were in his bedroom. He picked me up, then lowered me onto the bed, he lay down, began kissing me. “You’re so…”

“What?” I asked, slipping his shirt off of, kissing his hard, muscular chest.

“Selfie.”

“Selfie?” I sat, up, “Oh my God- Haha, oh-“ I cluctched my stomach, bareeling forward with laughter. “I’m sorry! Really, it’s not you!”

“What?” He moved away, looking hurt.

“No, please, come back!” I stood up, in my bra and skirt, as he walked away. “Selfie mean a self-portrait, that’s why I was laughing, you didn’t know.”

“I read it in a twenty-first century history book, I thought it was a good thing.”

“You didn’t know.” I said, taking his hand. “Here’s something you do know, though, I want you so bad. Inside me. Now.” I kissed him, as we lowered ourselves to the floor. He was lying flat on his back, looking in awe at me, while I pulled off his last pieces of modesty, slipping off my lacy underthings, lowering myself onto him. The rest of the afternoon was passion and sweat.

  Then:

• Ryelynn oes back to the present, finds out that hunky guy turned out to be the government leader-president-monarch person who turns out to have OCD and was terrified his mother, who was ruler prior to him, would find out and get rid of him
• Upon further investigation Ryelynn discovers negativity is banned because hunky guy's great-great-grandfather was depressed and committed suicide, prompting his great-great-grandmother to create that law
• Ryelynn returns to the future, tells hunky guy everything, who informs her that he cannot change the people's ways, as long as his mother still is alive
• They scheme to fake his death, then smuggle him back to the present
• He fakes his death, however his mother finds out that he is still alive
• He gives Rye a ring and promises her that they'll be together forever
• He and Ryelynn are rushing to the time machine, when the guards capture him
• Ryelynn returns to the present, never venturing back to the future
• A few years later she marries some guy who works at the lab with her
• They have triplets, two boys- they name one Jonathan Xavier, after her dad, and call him Xavier, the other is named Herbert George, after H. G. Wells, but call him George- and a girl. She is named Dorthy Rose, after Ryelynn's husband's grandmother. They're all brunette
• None of her children are interested in time travel or science; they're interested in marine biology, like Anderson, Rye's uncle, modeling, like Hadley, and being a kindergarten teacher.
• Fast forward a few decades, Rye is a grandmother, she has five grandchildren, two blonde twin girls, one brunette boy, one raven haired boy, and one girl who has red hair
• On Rye's deathbed, she tells her red haired granddaughter, who loves science and time travel, about traveling to the future and gives her the ring that hunky guy gave her

It kinda Romeo and Juliet/Titanic inspired. ☺

xx,
Jill

March 20 + Photo Shoot/Pose Testing

GAHFADL! Each time I see that my blog's reached a viewer milestone, I'm astounded; I'm in awe that this blog lasted two years, yet a few weeks ago- almost a month; March 20, 2015- marked this blog's second anniversary... I'm ecstatic, because anything can simply exist for two years, however this blog isn't just existing, people are reading, commenting, making my technological frustrations worth it, helping motivate me...
As a bit of a thank you, here's a photo shoot that's me testing out new poses.
I was thinking of calling this a maternity photo shoot, because Ryelynn (who I am using because I didn't want to have to create a new simmy) is pregnant, however I'm not actually testing cutesy maternity poses, I'm testing out Puccamichi's calendar girl pose pack which are supposed to be a tad risque. There's twelve, one for each month, and some of the poses have a bit of clipping since Rye's in her second trimester. Now, without further ado, here are the photographs:

January

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

So those are the twelve calendar poses, which are wonderfully made by Puccamichi and can be downloaded here.
Also, here are a few more pictures of me messing around with other poses.

In the bottom right one, I believe Rye looks a bit... perturbed. Is it just me? She seems vaguely threatening.
Thank you so much for reading, commenting, and viewing!

xx,
Jill

The End of an Era

   I wasn't sure how long it would take me to finish this legacy, or if I would manage to, however I, still fairly new to blogging, powered up my computer, opened Microsoft paint, created the first blog header, logged into Blogger, picked the first generic layout and color scheme (many followed, I grew rather bored with the blog's appearance often), penned the URL thejaneslegacy.blogspot.com and suddenly had created my first Sims 3 legacy.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Alyce Janes, the blonde who moved to Bridgeport and began it all.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Tiffani Janes, the France admiring author, whose twin brother knocked up her best friend, who married the affectionate physician.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Gabrielle Janes, the raven headed singer who lost the lover who caused her to lose touch with her parents- only to be reunited with them years later- and then date a psychopath.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Parker, the PI, who fathered the legacy's first set of triplets.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Trevor, the firefighter whose colleague was hesitant to date.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Kayleigh, whose life was tragic, who admired the wrong man, who passed so young and deserved so much more.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Hazel, who loved a redhead named Rosie, whose father hated her for being a lesbian, who loved the earth and all its creatures.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Harbor, a sea loving man who sailed to the Virgin Islands, who tracked down a mermaid and married her, only to find out that it wasn't real, then fly to Vegas and marry wife number two, and pass away after tragedy struck.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Phoebe, who experienced the loss of both parents so young, yet was able to raise her younger brother, successfully attend college, start her own interior design firm, while having her family support her, regardless of what occurred.

   I'd like to thank you, for reading the story of Hadley, Ryelynn, Remy, Felix, and Chester, the last children of this legacy, who grew up in a loving home, who were artists and rebels and winners and losers and loved each other dearly, because they understood nothing was more important than family.

   Ten generations of children, ten generations of love, ten generations of heartbreak, of laughter, of hate, of regret, of rebellion, of freedom, of remorse, of sorrow, of joy... I do not believe I could ever summarize each generation properly in one sentence, nor could I summarize this legacy in one sentence, however I did try, because I wanted to thank you. I want to thank you for sticking through the  new color schemes and layouts, the new computers (I went through three during this legacy), the bad pictures, the good pictures, the lack of pictures... 
   I do not believe you'll ever understand how much I've grown and changed throughout these two years, nor do I think you'll ever understand how grateful I am to each and everyone of you, for every page view, every comment, every vote in every poll, for this may be the simple end of a legacy to some, however to me it is the end of an era. The Janes' Era.

xx, 
Jill

10.14: Past, Present, Future

NOTE: This is the *single tear drips down my cheek, from the corner of my right eye* last chapter of The Janes Legacy. The final chapter...

   "You found something? Please, Vance, say that you've found something." I gazed at him, my eyes wide, as he inhaled sharply.
   "Rye..." He trailed off, staring at the illif. "I cannot find anything. There's nothing about us, about a child, about time travelers. I have no idea how Eristlew was able to learn anything."
   "We should have asked him." I murmured, anxiously playing with my nails, scraping off the forest green paint.
   "You know that we can't." We had escaped his home; he'd wanted us to stay hidden, for he was horrified that if he was caught, that eed would occur, that he would be humiliated and exiled from society. The government, based on his paranoid ramblings, were willing to do anything to protect the future and prevent the space time continuum from being destroyed by reckless time travelers.
   "Vance, I'm scared."
   "I know, Rye." He whispered, standing up, hugging me. "We'll... We'll figure this out."
   "Will we? We can't go home, I can't see my family, I'm pregnant with a child who is supposed to prevent the future from being saved, I... Dammit, what do I do? What do we do?"
   "We'll figure it out, Rye, I know we will. Eristlew will protect us until we figure something out."
   "We can't rely on him forever, Vance. I-I- Why'd we get back together anyway?" I spat, distraught. I was pregnant with a fetus that he and I had created, a fetus that wasn't supposed to exist. A fetus that caused time travel to be banned. Why had this happened; what was I supposed to do? Sit idly by in Eristlew's guest bedroom, while the past and future crumbled, colliding?
   "Rye, take a deep breath-"
   "No! Don't you dare tell me what to do." I spun around, as he grabbed onto my shoulder. "Let go of me Vance." His hand slid down my arm, holding onto my hand.
   "Please."
   "I'm going back to Eri-"
   "Pardon me." An elderly voice spoke to us, her tone hushed. "Eristlew, are you talking about him?"
   "Yes." I curtly replied, turning to face her. "Why?"

   "Who are you?" Vance asked.
   "Sheiaj, the illif keeper. Eristlew, he, he came to me, he said that he had time traveler's in his presence. He asked for me to give him the forbidden files, I... I didn't believe him at first. I was hesitant to give him such vital information, but he convinced me, he-he-e said if I were to ever venture into the presence of a Vance and a Ryelynn, I was to show them the files, as well."
   "How can we trust you?" My words hung in the air, solemn, as he glanced from me, to Vance, to me again.
   "Can you afford not to?" Her question was left unanswered, as she gestured for us to follow her. We went through tall shelves of illifs, towering above us, containing the records of the world, the history of society, as she hummed a melody I was unfamiliar with. When we reached a shelf, a shelf taller than all the others, she hummed louder, began pressing different illifs. Her incantation led to shelves parting, as what appeared to be a computer was revealed. "Here. Here is what you need."
   "What do we-"
   "Hush, you cannot mention that I showed you this to anyone. Search for the story of the Janes, it will reveal your family's past, your family's future."
   "Thank you." Vance and I said, simultaneously, as I stepped forward, searching for the story of my family on the machine. Sheiaj turned, leaving, shutting the passageway, gesturing to a hatch in the ceiling and a hover board that we could use for our escape from the room.
   "Ryelynn, I don't feel good about this. It's eerie, it's too well planned out."
   "Can we afford to not go along with these plans? We have no knowledge of this society, we would not be able to blend in... Besides, aren't you curious as to who my ancestors are? Aren't you curious about your child's ancestors?"
   "I... Yes." He replied, gently patting my stomach. "Do it."

  "Just a little, innocent girl who loved to play with her dolls and create stories in her head. That's all she was. The little seven year old girl in second grade who was friends with everyone. The teachers loved her imagination and intelligence. Life was happy and joyous for everyone that met her; My Little Ray of Sunshine, her father would call her. Her life was shielded and safe; the pains of the real world were unknown to her. Until now." I began reading, as a picture of a small, blonde girl who was playing with dolls in a bedroom, a bedroom whose walls her painted with a pink floral pattern, appeared.
   "Who is that?"
   "Umm..." I read on, read as her father left her mother, read as she moved to Bridgeport. "Alyce Janes. My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother. She was the most instrumental member in my family; she caused the Janes family to be the way that it is."
   "Do we have time to go through a family tree that extensive?"
   "We have to."
   "If we're going to be here awhile, then there's something I want to say, before I lose my courage."
   "Why would you need courage?" I chuckled. "Vance, it's me."

   "That's why, because you're you. Ryelynn, you're intelligent, you're attractive, you're humorous, you're kind, and you're the largest nerd I've ever met."
   "W-"
   "Shh, please hold all questions until the end."
   "Fiiinnee, if you insist." I rolled my eyes, smiling, as he chuckled.
   "There was a time, a time close to a decade ago, where I would have sworn I'd never do this. If you'd told me that I'd me here, in the future, with you, with you carrying our child, I would have laughed. I broke up with you because I thought you were selfish, I thought that you only cared about the nerdiness and not me, not the other sides of me... I went to college, I've done all these things and I cannot, no matter where I go, England, Japan, Brazil, no matter what country, no matter what time zone I'm in or what currency I'm using, I cannot stop thinking about you."

   "Vance, what are-" He pulled out a box, a navy blue, velvet box that was too small to be holding a necklace, too small for a bracelet.
   "I've been left by my fiancee a week before our wedding, I've  been in an Irish pub and had everything beaten out of me, I've been to funerals, I've lost my thousand dollar computer, been told that I'm unlovable, yet none of these have pained me more than the idea of me not being able to spend the rest of my life with you. I know the circumstances are not ideal, I know it seems like everything's falling apart, I know that you're perplexed- I am, too- I know that you're an amazing woman who I want to spend the rest of my life with, who I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know."

   "Ryelynn Janes, I want that, when you get to you, when you read the story of you on that computer, it ends with us, living happily ever after, together, with our baby. Will you marry me?"
   "I... I." I paused, staring at the diamond, as my mind slowly processed everything that he had said. "Wait you've had a fiancee." His cheeks blushed, as I bit my lip. "Not the point, the point is..." I took a large breath, as he stared up at me, his eyes wide, like an eager doe. "Yes. Yes, I will."
   'Thank you." He said, as he slid the engagement ring onto my finger.

   "Can you do something for me?" He whispered in my ear, as we pulled away from our kiss. Our first kiss as an engaged couple.
   "Anything."
   "Will you see if the story of the Janes has updated?"
   "No... I don't want to know how our story ends. I want to read it, one page each day, and see how it slowly unfolds."
   "I like that plan better."
    I smiled. "Vance, I want to spend everyday learning a bit about my family's past, while I live through the future with you, as we raise our baby, and work on returning home."
   I didn't know how marrying Vance would change the future, I didn't know how having our baby would change the future, I didn't know when I'd see my family; I didn't know so many things. It was alright, though, because I didn't have to know everything, I cold take a deep breath, smile, and hold Vance's hand as we attempted to make it through this crazy future together. Alyce Janes didn't know what she was starting when she moved to Bridgeport and I didn't know what I was starting when I moved to the future. I could look at my family's history, see how my story ended, or I could live through my life, not knowing. There are somethings better left unknown. The future's one of them.

BoB's + Your Requests

Ello, I just wanted yo post a quick thing saying that, considering that there's only one chapter of this legacy left (*cues the tears*) I will be writing more Bits of Boring. If there's a certain character you'd like to learn more about or if you'd like to see more BoB's for a character I've already written one for, please, feel free to comment and I'll write one for them. If you want that certain character to do certain things or would like me to focus more on parts of their life (marriage, having children, their career, college, etc.) also comment that. ☺

xx,
Jill

P.S. Did you know that when a bar closes, all the Sims go stand outside in a line? I did not.

10.13: Honey, I Think We've Altered Time

   "I don't think I'm adjusting well to the food." I mumbled, clutching my stomach as I lay curled up in the dream pod. We'd been hiding for two months in home, while I worked tirelessly to try and create a new portal so Vance and I could travel back in time. Right now I felt horridly nauseous; perhaps food poisoning had gotten to me.

   "Aww, Rye." Vance murmured, dressed in ridiculous garb that these people considered average. He forced Eristlew to get him some black hair dye, though; he refused to walk around with his hair dyed crazy colors and makeup on his face. "I'm sorry." 

   "Do you think Tylenol still exists?"

   "I dunno... Maybe. I'll go find Eristlew and ask." As if on cue, he burst into the guest room, his eyes wild.

   "You!" He said, pointing at me."You said that your name was Ryelynn. Ryelynn Janes?"

   "Yeah." I weakly said. 

   "I've been researching your histories in the illifs- there these places where we keep these digital collections of pages, you can search data bases or find anything you need on them-"

   "Electronic books? We have Kindles and iPads and libraries in our time." Vance replied. 

   "What's a book? Or an iPad or Kindle? Or a library?" Vance tried explaining what they are, were, with some success, as I moaned out; I felt like I was going to be sick for the fifth time in three hours.

   "Do you have any medication? Please, she's ill."

   "What's ill?" He asked, glancing at me.

   "You know, feeling bad, physically bad."

   "People don't do that now. See, after the nuclear warfare, scientists were able to genetically modify our DNA so we could survive in areas with high radiation concentrates, however side effects mean we never do this ill thing you talk about and our hair and skin colors aren't like humans from eons ago."

   "Nuclear warfare?" I croaked. "When?"

   "Around two thousand three hundred. See, you're why time travel is illegal."

   "Me?" I'd dreamed of time travel for a large portion of my life; he had to be mistaken."

   "Why yes, see. I researched both your family trees and apparently Lalistarr Janes, your great-granddaughter, becomes a peace advocate who is monumental in the restoration of human kind."
   "Our great-granddaughter helps restore the human kind!" Vance explained. "Rye, that's... That's amazing..."
   "Our?" Eristlew asked, chuckling. "Our? Mister sir, your great-granddaughter attempts to stop the nuclear ban, the one Lalistarr is trying to enforce, since she's a nuclear physicist and the ban would cease her research."
   "Your?" I looked at him. We were together; we couldn't have separate, different great-granddaughters, they had to be the same, I hadn't thought about our future together too much, however I didn't think that this was just a short term thing, I was hoping our relationship would last.
   "Ryelynn, I'm sure he's mistaken, I mean we're together. Eristlew, we're together; if it's my great-granddaughter, it'd be her's as well, right?"

   "No, don't be foolish. You two aren't supposed to have children together, it's why time travel is banned."
   "What... What, no, I mean, you're, we can't be why time travel's banned."
   "Yes you are, see, according to the government, two people end up time traveling and they find out that they break up because one of them refuses to move away from their work, so then they go back in time and fix their relationship and end up together, preventing the great-granddaughter who heals society from being born. It's like you two haven't picked up a history book in three centuries."
   "We haven't. We're time travelers." Vance, aggravated, spat, holding my hand.
   "I think I'm going to be sick..." I clutched my stomach.
   "Again with this sick thing, w-"
   "Oh gods, oh-" I leaned over, the nausea taking over, as my last meal reappeared on the floor. "I'm so sorry, I just, I my stomach must not be adjusting to the food well."
   "Did you get a job as an incubator?" He asked, as Vance's face crumpled up into a look of confusion.
   "What did you ask my girlfriend?!"
   "Incubator. To bring fourth life? Human pregnancy is too strenuous, so we take the female eeds and then they are impregnated artificially with the mother and father's-"
   "She's not an incubator; why would you even say that she's one? How can you tell?"

   "The lights."
   "Pardon?" I croaked, glancing around. It was true that the lighting was peculiar, but I'd just presumed it was in fashion.
   "The bed must sense that you're incubating, so they trigger the lights that are supposed to sooth your illness. As an infant, did you have a raaa?"
   "Eristlew," Vance began, "I, Ryelynn and I, we, are from the past; we don't know these future words. Any of them."
   "Raaa, a censor put in your skin that responds to the light and beams of speed, they quicken the pregnancy so the fetus grows at nine times the rate of the ancient... That didn't exist in your past, did it?" Both of us shook our head. "Ah, well, what are you going to do? You two cannot have children together."
   "I... Vance?" I looked at him, as Eristlew left the room.
   "Honey, I think we've altered time."