Noseworthy 2.1

[pooklet]

hello! this is a mutually-written update but we are posting from my account this time cuz it's easier what with azaya's laptop being dead. please enjoy this next installment of the alien dumbass brigade.


after getting her idiot self struck by lightning, mawreen spent some time in the soothing embrace of the electro-shock bath potato

mawreen: BRRRRRFFF


and in the maybe fifteen seconds that it took to get the previous screencap, gert managed to also get herself struck by lightning

gertrude: but i did not die, so, that's progress!

the damn it is


the children are apparently already over it. bebbles, what are u doin?

nebella: it's easier to talk to my sisters without having to stare into their gaping maws

harsh, but fair


speaking of gaping maws

schenectady: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


even speakinger of gaping maws


i guess when i made mawreen i didn't have the custom slider to remove teeth entirely, so certain animations reveal that they are still in there. lurking.


nebella: this puzzle sure is hard, but i gotta finish it to pass my biology class so that i can graduate tweleventh grade

[/incredibly niche joke about lax and inconsistent legislation on homeschooling curricula in 21st century america]


daphnia: i wonder where nebella is. i hope she's doing well on her test.


daphnia: wherever could she be

it is An Mystery


and then, a cinder block was struck by lightning and caught fire, a thing that makes sense because, as we all know, cement is extremely flammable.


mawreen: OH FUCK, OH SHIT


shuck, who does not get a full and proper name when she is doing infuriating shit like thus: this is the right place to sunbathe


shuck: check out my sick tan, reader!

behold, a roasted grape undeserving of having her horrorteeth photoshopped out.


a second container was added to the noseworthy ancestral manse to accommodate future generations. all the garbage on the roof is insimenator stuff that we use to delete wandering townies, track pregnancies, etc. we're usually more careful to keep that out of pictures but this """house""" is so garbage that it sort of works for the asthetiqué


*hovers mouse over tombstone of life and death*


schenectady: I'M GONNA SPIN UNTIL I PUKE

nebella: that's such a good idea!


long ago, the four sand castles lived together in harmony, but then everything changed when these assholes wouldn't stop building more of them


mawreen: hehehe look what i did again

"let's build a beach lot," we said. "it'll be fun," we said.


gertrude: this is the correct manner and location in which to bathe


daphnia, on the verge of starvation: guess i'll die

(she didn't but it was a very near thing.)


nebella, who does not have the same hangups about her mother's nudity as daphnia, i guess: whatever, it's apple juice o'clock, and i can barely see around my own browline anyway.


and yet, she still manages to fit it inside the thinking cap

nebella: just barely!


gert: glub glub, swimmy frog

quite.


daphnia: /wolfs down life-saving omelette

shuck: i'll eat my chips over here. i won't have to clean crumbs off of the table if there's no table!

i mean, you're not wrong.


but you are testing our fucking patience.


despite gert's assassination attempt, daphnia made it to adulthood.


gertrude: whatever, this house is crowded, and lobster's expensive.

there's a perfectly good salad right there.


gertrude: salad's for nerds

nebella, a salad-eating nerd: /chews


daphnia: hey mom, can i get in on that lobster?

gertrude: nope.

shuck: guys, look, i grew up, too! and i broke my tan overlay!


stupid roasted grape


gertrude: if a piano fell out of the sky, we'd have a free piano!

mawreen: that would be so cool


shuck's awful tan finally wore off so we gave her a makeover as best we could


nebella: sup, depiglio

depiglio, her horrible and magnificent eldritch form just barely visible beneath the fathoms: hey


bebbles already fulfilled her lifetime want to max all skills. i guess there really was something to that homeschooling curriculum after all!

nebella: i'm at the top of my class which means i'm basically a genius

there are three entire people in your class, but sure.


in a nearby room, a burnt mushroom and a toasted frog canoodle


time for a bebbles birfday


everyone: /queues up in an orderly fashion to scream encouragements


nebella: the pressures of stunning geniusitusness weigh heavily upon me :(


schenectady: how'd you do on your final exam in Make Talk Good? i got five out of seven happy face stickers.

nebella: i got six!

daphnia, who did not pass the class: /smiles silently into the middle distance


grats, bebbs. and it only took you, like, eight tries!


mawreen: eep!


mawreen: that was horrible :D


gertrude: my poor love, you could have been bitten!

mawreen: it's fine, babe, i can't feel anything through this sunburn anyway


nebella: a hot plate is the correct method by which to roast a whole turkey


and since she's princess max cooking, she somehow managed it.


daphnia: i forgot where my bed is, so i just stood here all night! :D

poor sweet, stupid daphnia.


speaking of nighttime idiocy, shuck bolted out of bed at two in the morning to huff some polygonal flowers. as you do.


we were gonna say something about how this is probably the first time either of them has even seen a book, but then we realized shuck had a tan again, and has had it since bebbles's birthday, and now we both need to go lie down until the fog of rage passes


gertrude, who is also infuriatingly tanned: run, girls! save yourselves while i distract the overlords with my beauté

weren't you just trying to kill daphnia, like, four days ago?

gertrude: yeah, but when i do it, it's cute!


also, daphnia's dreams are apparently """creative""" enough for her to gain access to the secret hobby lot. yikes.


nebella: i need a second sewing machine

why?

nebella: one for each hand, duh. i'll make twice as many pot holders that way!


naming their horrible little creations remains one of the great joys in our lives.


daphnia: that grilled cheese sure looks tasty. too bad there's not a whole plate of them directly to my left. i guess there's nothing for it but to stand here staring at the back of mom's head for an hour.


gertrude: i was dubious about the swiss/munster combo at first, but you were right, it does have a subtle yet satisfying flavor!

mawreen: the stretch could use some improvement, but it really benefits from a horizontal cut rather than the traditional diagonal, to minimize leakage.

schenectady: this book has words!


schenectady noseworthy, haver of realistic fears.


behold peanut, the leader of the pack, eater of nummy nibbles and scourge of flowerbeds everywhere!


don't. you. dare.


we instituted a new policy called The Punishment Trampoline. anyone caught doing annoying beach activities has to jump on the trampoline until their motives drop so low that they autonomously stop.


but because she's the unsubtle favorite, bebbs gets to use the electro-shock bath potato afterward to get her back into fighting shape.

nebella: BRRRRRFFF


daphnia: what smells like cooked quagsire?


daphnia: oh no, it's me D: /unhappy flappies

yeah, our bad. we forgot that she couldn't wear the thinking cap in green aspiration.


daph went to go sleep it off in the kitchen, because of course she did.

schenectady: this book also has words!


schenectady: hey mom, you think daph's okay?

gertrude: she's fine, just walk around her.


gertrude: we really ought to make the most of this beautiful day. i know just how to spend it.


gertrude: boom, sandcastle.


clearly, we are going to need more than one Punishment Trampoline.


although it's not so much of a punishment when they use it autonomously. still, it's better than sand castles and sunbathing.

nebella: WOO, GO MOMS.


abruptly, it is night time and nebella has journeyed to sandcrab cove to hunt for a mate because no doy she's the heir. we sent her to one of the only two community lots, a 24/7 fish market.

nebella: that rosealice is one hot lil potato

she's a mouse, actually, but go ahead.


rosealice: i still have nightmares about the fantastic mr. fox. maybe it's cuz i'm a mouse and all but the foxes were super scary to me as a child.

olive, the horrified red demon: rosealice, that's so insensitive, don't you know that heloise's fursona is a fox?

heloise, the fussy fishgirl: see if i ever show you my deviantart.


rosealice: my fursona? probably a penguin. they're such snappy dressers.

earleen: oh yeah i can see that.

meanwhile asteria, haver of 2 nice points, attacks the garden club townie for absolutely no reason and bebbles stands around not talking to anyone, which is super helpful of her.


time for some ice-breaker kicky bag

olive: BOOOOO, PUT YOUR ANKLES INTO IT


eventually, bebbles managed to strike up a conversation with earleen here about career options.

earleen: sheep make great burglars cuz you can't leave fingerprints if you have hooves

nebella: but ... you have fingers

earleen: yeah, that's why i'm not a burglar, duh.


extremely suddenly, bebbles gets her first ACR kiss from rosealice while asteria and the garden club townie fight their way into the foreground


thanks to some creative angling and moveobjects on, the tussling was moved elsewhere so that bebbles could get a more cinematic first kiss


and then rushed back over to earleen to ask her an extremely important question.

nebella: so how do you feel about things in groupings of three. like, in general.

earleen: three's my favorite number!


rosealice: mine, too!

nebella: hmmmmmm.

olive: boy howdy, these groundburgers sure smell delicious.


rosealice: unrelated, you guys wanna solve anime forever?





they did, in fact, want to solve anime forever. and so azaya and i did not have to choose between the cute space mouse and the cute space sheep as long as nebella could convince them both to move in with her in the span of three community lot trips.


but nebella's motives were in the shitter by now, so she was forced to go home and hop in the electro-shock bath potato for a few minutes before frantically rowing back out to sandcrab cove for trip number two, to search for her ladyloves at the local dive.


they were present, and crammed stupidly behind the bar because azaya and i forgot to block it off.


nebella: /struggles bravely to have a thought


because every single townie on sandcrab refused to get out from behind the fucking bar, we decided to give ourselves a free pass to fix the bar and reload the lot. bebbles immediately pounced on earleen, while rosealice patiently waited her turn.


asteria arrived, looking for someone to punch, because that's what you get when you randomize your townie personalities and do not check them before unleashing them on the world.


asteria, speaking to whomst is probably a relative of hers: if not for this blocked off bar, you would be getting so punched right now

bartender: i presumably come from the same lingeage of mean sims as you do so bring it on, turdface


opalluna: oh hey, drinks and a show

olive: /mouthbreathes


earleen: ummm this is a private viewing, i'm going to have to ask you to leave.

so we should probably explain earleen's tiny slanty font. over the course of creating our little space sheep, she developed this voice that's hard to convey via text but, basically, try to imagine maria bamford doing an impression of a perpetually whispering minnie mouse and you've got it.


nebella: tickle time!

earleen: eee! :D

damaris: hey everybody, check out my blair witch impression!


we haven't been able to move eufala's urn to the graveyard, so she pops up occasionally to piss off the bartender


and complain about how there's no salted peanuts in the great beyond

nebella and earleen: /serenely slow-dance


rosealice: /divebombs nebella's mouth

earleen: someone should really get that ghost some salted peanuts


garden club townie: you've enraged me for the fourth time!

nebella and earleen: /muffled makeout noises in the distance


time to drop everything to freak out over MORE BAR FIGHTS!

bilberry: hooray, a fight i'm not part of!


nebella: so anyway, want to move to a deserted island with a population of five and spend the rest of your natural born life in a couple of shipping containers with me and my weirdo family?


earleen: absolutely i do

we'll be back for you, rosealice!


girlfriend number first locked in


nebella: we didn't have a debate team but if we did i'd totally win every argument by doing this

earleen: well it works on me


nebella: brb, babe, i got a mouse to catch


back at the bar, this is still happening


rosealice: hey guys the toilet's out of order so i had to go home to poop. what'd i miss.


nebella: /divebombs rosealice's mouth


nebella: hey cutie you miss me?

rosealice: it's been like seven minutes, but yes.

nebella: yeah, my delts are insane, i can row like the wind.


heloise: the hit rate on my deviantart has been low this month, maybe i should give her that link after all

nebella: so if you squeeze mouse tiddies, do they squeak?

rosealice: omg teehee let's find out


earleen: ra-ra-rasputin~

schenectady: no, stop! i haven't reached that point in Boney M's discography yet! I'm still on Love For Sale!


and then rosealice moved in!


we checked rosealice and earleen's jealousy settings, and they are both zero, so i guess anime really is solved forever!


daphnia: wait, there are other people on this planet?

Comments

[azaya]

ÔwÔ

[pooklet]

ÕwÕ

[cosmetical]

I had previously arrived at the conclusion, via Philomena Beetpoot, that my space sheep love was vast and unparalleled, but now that I have seen a space mouse with mine own eyes, I'm unsure how to even pick a favorite. Nebella, you have found yourself in a pleasing situation that I am eagerly looking forward to the results of.

(I hope you both have had or will be having some good results resolving your varied computer woes)

PS I prefer unhappy flappies to the knowledge of teeth lurking in the depths of that maw.

[pooklet]

(too many kids. the result is too many kids.)

i'm rly pleased with how earleen and rosealice turned out! they're both gonna be face templates in the new alien set, whenever i can make my game stop shitting itself long enough to get absolutely anything done!

ikr? i used the no-teeth slider on her as soon as i discovered those, but she's already passed on her lurkteeth to anyone else who downloaded her. thrilled by it.

[hotaruthodt]

I think I laughed hardest at "hey everybody, check out my blair witch impression!" Also Nebella chose well in solving anime forever. Rosealice and Earleen are both too cute!

I gotta ask though: Since Bilberry seems to pop up in all the hoods will she ever join a legacy?

Oh and here's the only 4 star Pokemon I had (up until yesterday when I caught a 4 star minun) in Pokemon Go! : D

[pooklet]

OH

MY GOD

we LOVE that quagsire!!! like, it completely made both of our days to see that.

and also, bilberry technically was in a legacy!! but it's one that died with an old computer so we never made it past gen 2. i posted some pics of it but apparently none of bilbs herself, just the house and the founder

but she'll probably end up in another one cuz we know ourselves and we love a cute blue sim

[hotaruthodt]

Awww, you're welcome. I caught my Daphnia when she was but a wee wooper in the parking lot of my local Walmart.

Oh I remember those pics! Wasn't there an image of the founder making potty trining face because you're "computer was in the shitter"? Do you have anymore pics from that legacy?

I love cute blue sims myself so I can't blame you. I do hope Bilberry joins a legacy. Does she also live in St. Dumpling's Claw?

And I have one wcif: The hotplate. I can't find it on my own for the life of me.

Also on a horrifying (and slightly amusing) note: I looked up "Pixie Pisse" in hopes of making my own recolours and found a bunch of watersports porn instead. >_O;

[pooklet]

i do actually! i uploaded all of the pics that i did manage to take before the computer and, by extension, the legacy died but never shared them cuz i lost all the stats and what i had written of the entry so there's no commentary or context but if u would still like to look at them here is the link.

she is not in st. dumpling's claw i don't think, just afterwards and sandcrab cove for the moment. but she will probably make her way to sdc if she doesn't end up in a legacy in another neighborhood first!

the hotplate was originally a deco object by shinokcr over at ts2, but azaya made it functional and is gonna share it shortly!

oh noooooooo. azaya made that same mistake apparently skjdfhsd

but yeah the txtr is by beosboxboy originally, from a little case of beer that azaya adapted to the beds from msbarrow's flat broke set. i cannot for the life of me find a link to beer case so i just uploaded it here.

[hotaruthodt]

Thanks for the pics. I just remembered that need to make a note to make a Joy Division shirt for my self-sim.
Does this mean you lost Vaude or did you have a backup of it up until you started the legacy?

Okay, I'm relieved that the hotplate hasn't been released yet. I can stop looking for it. Also thanks for the Pixie Pisse. Mentioning the Google search wasn't so much a WCIF but an observation so I appreciate the help.

How are things going with Azaya's computer?