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thesparklecollective2022-01-07 09:17 pm
azaya) wrote in thesparklecollective2022-01-07 09:17 pm
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Noseworthy: 3.2
hey there himbos and shimbos and thembos, welcome back to the noseworthy ancestral mansion. we're your hosts, the pookmeister and the 'zayinator.
aneeta: are you SURE this is a good idea, mom?
the edifice™: *looms, architecturally unsound*
rosealice: my god needy, you're so right. let me make one crucial change
rosealice: it is IMPERATIVE that i be pregnant for this!
pastelicca: waitimnotneedy—
nebella: the difference between pets and kids is i'm not allowed any pets
desmira: this is the right place to sit and play handsmack!
oh. i see.
"""nature"""
building this nest of degenerate failures on a beach lot was the worst choice we've ever made, probably.
desmira: lo, but i am struck by uncertified witchcraft!
desmira: verily, what villainous occultist has thusly accosted me?
floribunda: lol, i'll never tell
aneeta: gangy, does putting that much glitter in your food impact the flavor?
gertrude: how'd you get back in the house?
rosealice, an ostensible adult: i sure am hungry and exhausted. what better time to build a sandcastle?
osmariel, already smarter than her mother: osh kosh b'gosh, i'm tired! better get my butt to bed like a functional person!
*wrathful shrieking*
mufala: *terrified shrieking*
muffy: the ocean! my only chance!
oh, neat. looks like that worked.
muffy: yeah, turns out bees don't follow you into running water. like vampires, i guess.
huh! the more you know
everyone: *gathers*
bunny? you okay?
floribunda: it's coming... i can feel it... OH NOOO—
oh. yep. that sure did happen.
rosealice: thank god that birth's over with and definitely won't repeat itself!
she was wrong. baby round 2: lisbet. she's awful to look upon and we love her.
cat wall sticker: *looms friendfully*
where was this thirst for understanding when you were a parent?
gert: i guess i'm one of those people who just cares about being a grandma
pastelicca: is this better? you can't see my neck seam anymore. i feel like it's better.
that's a bit of a sisyphean undertaking, earleen.
earleen: what? oh, no, it's cool, overlords. the shower and i are racing.
every single child: PLAY WITH NEW BABBY
osmariel: not me. i'll wait til she's old enough to, like, think.
good plan. also, we realized after the fact that this was not all the kids, because we forgot about needy.
needy: *high-pitched tiny screaming*
needy: i'll build a grand sandcastle, one so grand no one can ignore me ever again! my accomplishment will make all onlookers tremble as they come to realize and wrestle with their own mortality, while i, through my art, shall live FOREVER!
pastelicca: at least your skin's not broken at the neck.
muffy: sure is a lovely, peaceful day at the beach in this direction specifically!
although this appears to be 'chili', it is in fact curried fruit, since the only sources of sustenance on this godforsaken island are five pineapples and the sole peach tree.
pastelicca: AND the GLITTER.
needy: boy, i'm getting hungry out here. surely the family will call me when it's time for lunch, though!
earleen: aw, AW! come on! you can't just LEAVE that there!
i mean, that is its one and only function, but you do you, queen
pretty sure bebbles is gonna smash that goal without ever venturing outside her own gene pool.
the throuple continues to thrive
it's very sweet, and also extremely convenient for us since earleen and rosealice were our two favorite spousal candidates that we never had to choose between 8D
mawreen: CROISSANT??
lisbet: get tough. get SWOLE
slap crab: h͕̥ͦ̈̌ͦ̔̋a͈̙̿̆p̟̗p̽̈ͮͭẙ̥̦̤͕̐̓͛́̀ͤ ̩̝̥̣̐̎͌̌̀ͯ͋t̫̪̼͓͎̰̽ͪ̿ͣo̒̒ ͊̀̏̐̈́̾̾o̎ͥ̿͂̊b͔̫͓̘ͨ̐̿ͪͅl̹̜̮̯̤͍ǐ͎̤͓̗̟ͤ̃ͪ̈g̱̤̎ͤ̂̎ͭ͗͂e̘̮̠̞̯͛́̇͗͂ͅ
an wolf: sure would like to get into this house, but that dastardly closed door has foiled me again
the broken-ass, perpetually open back door:
mawreen: you need tictacs? yeah, i can help you out, i've got a guy. his name's craig. he has a list.
bunny: i... don't think those are actually tictacs, gamgam.
mawreen: you slander craig? you slander his list like the tabloid?
earleen: dude, mom, no. those definitely aren't tictacs. you've been had.
mawreen: jail for earleen! jail for earleen for one thousand years!
osmariel: did y'all hear about antfarm dickhole 2: balls full of spiders? i hear it's a cinematic triumph of our time.
rosealice: THERE'S AN ANTFARM DICKHOLE 2?!
mawreen: this painting sure is a flat, two-dimensional painting, why, it certainly is!
clock, not that thing at all:
mawreen and earleen (the 'eens, if you will): fucking needy. we hate that guy.
pastelicca: IF I CAN'T HAVE A FUNCTIONING NECK, NO ONE CAN!
mawreen, muffled: thanks for making your neck seam everyone else's problem
nebella: YES i DID IT i flooded the tub!!
earleen: fuck you and your successful bug-catching, mine own small daughter
rosealice: i think i can sense what babies are telling me now. like these babies, outside this window.
desmira: goochie goochie goo, i wuv you!
lisbet: *animalistic infant shriek of approval*
desmira: that lisbet's a good egg. i'd love to versus her in mahjong.
bunny: this game of mahjong would be way better with lisbet.
earleen: knight to a5
shuck: i sure did used to live here
daphnia: i, as well
gert: look upon my works, ye mighty, and salivate.
everyone: *gathers, again*
lisbet: dexterity will make a nice change! so as to pincer cheez-its, for instance.
muffy: mmm, smell those low-res textures!
the plank is the perfect spot for late-night canoodling, no question
earleen: nebella. please, nebella, my love. i must cross this plank to reach the stairs to reach the bathroom. please. don't make me pee myself here on this plank. this is the only route.
nebella: look at this gorgeous hunk of hottie to whomst you are wed, early!
fortunately for the structural integrity of the plank, earleen was lying about having to pee anyway.
earleen: no i wasn't, i just know how to prioritize.
bunny: i should travel.
bunny: or tickle my sister, whichevs
osmariel: haha, eeee! i can't wait to spread the fun!
muffy: DON'T TOUCH ME. NEVER TOUCH ME.
osmariel: but... the fun......
osmariel: *soft weeping*
muffy: i dunno, this seems plenty fun to me
lisbet: DOES IT NOW
muffy: who the hell are you?
lisbet: why, just YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE
muffy: oh no, why is this happening to me D:
desmira: you okay, oz
osmariel: what? oh yeah fine, i'm gonna use ALL the art supplies
mawreen: so i talked to craig about the veracity of his tictacs and i have some documents to present to you later, but right now i have a pressing appointment
apparently it is the pressing of her face into this towel
as well as the pressing of mine and pooklet's beach rage buttons
mawreen: i can do whatever i want, i'm old
lisbet: BLEAAH. NYEAAH. BLEAAHHHH.
pastelicca: okay, this is your one and only warning, turd tornado. my skin is broken at the neck and you could crack coconuts on my cheekbones. i have NOTHING TO LOSE.
lisbet: i've suddenly remembered my own pressing appointment elsewhere
pastelicca: that's what i thought. bitch.
liz the shark: what do you suppose that is, frank?
francine the shark: hell if i know, liz.
tootsie the shark: i'm deeply unnerved by these surface creatures.
liz the shark: they are uncanny indeed.
the worst family ever: ~nature~!
bunny: our beloved beach seemed like the perfect place to have my cutie pie birthday.
i guess.
next of the triplets: oz,
followed by muffy, who is taking part in a performance art piece we call 'three generations of powder cake'
rosealice: BITCH. STOMP. WHY TF CAN'T I USE THESE STAIRS
nebella: FUNNY, I WAS WONDERING THE SAME THING
two thirds of the throuple: IT IS AN IMPOSSIBLE, INFURIATING MYSTERY
with so many bodies crammed into this festering moron hive, we had to add another portapotty to the downstairs bathroom, and more candles to go with it.
shuck: ooh, the bathroom fire hazard's expanded? can i see?
no. go home, shuck.
another two thirds of the throuple: this is the right place to play kicky bag!
mawreen: and then the guitar went NYOWWWWWWW BOWBOWBOWWWWWWW SHEEYOOOOOM
muffy: my god please tell us more
mawreen: SHADABABOWWWWWWWW WOWWWWWWWWW
rosealice: nice
what're you guys up to?
desmira: running across the punishment trampolines like a obstacle course!
aneeta: training to destroy my neglectful family!
that's great. kick some sandcastles over for me while you're at it.
nebella: sure am glad we took that creepy eyeball clock down.
also nebella: OW, WHY DOES IT HURT
holy jesus christing lord. those eyes are somehow worse with pupils
gert: HELP, I'M CORNERED BY WOLVES ++
gert: maybe if i throw the stick far enough they'll chase it off the roof
rosealice: well, my mothers-in-law seem like they're safe
mawreen: how do you do
peanut, scourge of flower beds lives up to his name
lisbet: ah, chicken of the sea
lisbet: that's some good-smelling SCIENCE
lisbet: wheeee, safety!
aneeta: plunge to your doom
an wolf: GRRRRR that's not cool, dude. don't wish death on people.
needy: HOLY SHIT
lisbet, alive: ...so then he was like "YOU'D BETTER GO TO A SELLER THAT SELLS WEAKER POTIONS!"
muffy: amazing! what happened next?
bunny: wait i wanna hear too
desmira: ACKTHPTHH
bunny: thanks for the architectural tips, felicity the positive vibes shark!
felicity the positive vibes shark: your sandcastle is looking swell, floribunda!
needy: felicity do you have a preference between this doll and this other doll as a sacrifice to dark and unholy gods
then it was time for more birthdays, which naturally occurred on the beach since that's the only place anyone spends any time. desi
needy
pastelicca.
pastelicca: is my neck seam gone? i'm afraid to look.
nebella: your neck looks perfectly normal to me, sugarplum!
desmira and aneeta: *struggle, bravely, to have thoughts*
desmira: i think mom... got a haircut!
mawreen: so, you thinking of getting your own place?
nebella: heh heh hoo huh. ~logique~
bunny: okay, now everyone hold hands and we'll try to summon the spirit of mahjong to explain us the rules.
desmira: i don't know if there's something about this mirror or it's just my beauté, but i look GOOD today
rosealice: my, wife, what big eyes you have!
nebella: the better to look at your tiddies, my dear!
that is... an extremely specific fear, gert
rosealice: that boat looks sick
kids being teens
kids being teens con't
muffy: *does a little dance*
osmariel: this is the right time to make mom's daybed
osmariel: and now, to mouthbreathe very specifically right here, right now
that's disconcerting
bunny: whatcha doing, gangy?
gert, muffled: moon-tanning. it's all the rage with the hip and happening youth.
desmira: hiya mom. this a bad time?
nebella: nope :D
nebella: hold up, is that some nummy nibbles?
an several wolves: DID SOMEBODY SAY NUMMY NIBBLES
nebella: that one looks like an archer!
earleen: we have the best stargazing here
muffy: did mom get a new outfit?
earleen: i'm more of a crossbowman myself but recurve bows are pretty tight too
nebella: oh my gosh, it's happening! i'm so close!
to?
nebella: having a thought!!
well, keep at it.
the throuple all take care of each other's various kids interchangeably. it's cute.
earleen: hold up, you mean this ISN'T one of mine?
earleen: fuck that then, i'm going to bed
pastelicca: how's the curry today?
desmira: fruity. how're you doing that?
pastelicca: what? oh, i'm going through a phase.
muffy: those low-res textures have a nice scent in the daylight, too!
this sure was a good choice of genetics to breed for
bunny: desi was right, this mirror DOES make you look good! of course, it helps that i'm already a hot little potato.
instructional flappies
bunny: fascinating
bunny: CROISSANT
mawreen: i should eat another entire knife rack. it went really well last time.
lisbet: AHHHHH
earleen: FUCK
earleen: magic sphere of logique, i call upon you to save me fromst the bees!
lisbet: AHHHHHHHHHHH
lisbet: if i get in the water, i'll be saved!
lisbet: i said, 'if i get in the water i'll be saved!'
narrator: the water did not save lisbet.
lisbet: fuck you, narrator, muffy promised this would work!
i guess this would be some high-impact exercise
bee fleeing, similar to bear blasting
earleen: it's so peaceful today
psych, lisbet was fine. it's also her birthday
lisbet: the world better watch the fuck out cuz i'm a stone cold FOX
interesting. your mom's a wolf.
mawreen: how long has THIS been a thing?!
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HEE HEE HOO HOO A NOSEWORTHY
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Amazing! Showstopping! Remarkable!!!
Re: Amazing! Showstopping! Remarkable!!!
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Now I gotta ask: Is there any way we could see a floor plan to this ever changing garbage lot? Also WCIF the kitchen/dining room rug and the mini fridge recolour?
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as far as a floor plan goes, it's just a bunch of boxes stacked on top of each other so idk that we'll ever do a formal floor plan, but there's a good chance we'll share some details of specific crimes against architecture in the house we're proud of. a lot of it never comes up in legacy pictures, to our dismay.
as for wcifs:
- fridge!
- rug! (it's by simcraftsman on cassandre's mesh, we couldn't find the actual upload so here's the set for you instead)