neuroticrobotic (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
neuroticrobotic) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thesparklecollective2012-10-26 01:06 am
neuroticrobotic) wrote in thesparklecollective2012-10-26 01:06 am
Sparklecy 2.5
So, I now realize that I probably numbered this update wrong. Whoopsie daisy.
This commentary is lousy but I had the tab open for two days and I just couldn't deal anymore.. >_<
Dewdrop's bachelor pad somehow morphed into a overly large, partially furnished brick box.
I don't know. It's like a fucking Ikea catalog, honestly. I'll fix it later.
Dewdrop: *has had enough of my bullshit excuses*
Dewdrop: Wow, I am basically Cy Twombly Junior! People should be throwing simoleons at me right now!
Sometimes I ponder as to whether or not Mr. Humble was crafted by Rod Humble himself, or some disgruntled EA employees.
Either way, it's a pretty good likeness.
Meet Kiyoshi, the randomly generated demon ginger gardening club member.
As it happens, Kiyoshi is a total douchenugget.
Dewdrop: I'm going to need you to stay the fuck away from my nose!!
Thankfully the welcome wagon arrives. It was comprised of Syd Shonoses (bypooklet ).
and Mason Grunfeld (by me).
Syd & Dewdrop: *are instant buddies*
Just looking at this exacerbates the pain in my lower back. >_>
Mason has zero patience for ginger demon's bullshit.
Or maybe this is just her equivalent of a high five, it's hard to tell.
Mason: :D :D :D
I would feel bad for him, but he even looks like a douchenugget when he cries.
Dewdrop: *gets in touch with his Grilled Cheesy self*
Syd: Look, all I'm saying is that they must be using those secret campaign contributions to transplant brains from the 1950s into the heads of our present day population. This is the only way I can make sense of the world anymore. No, I don't know where the vintage brains came from but surely they have a storage facilty somewhere with such things.
Dewdrop: *cough*
Meanwhile, Mason's sass had reached a critical mass.
KABLAM!
Dewdrop: Oh Syd, your examination of american politics is so sessy.
FWOOP!
WAPOW!
aaand I somehow forgot about Mason being a werewolf. OH WELL.
Two variations on "Punch you, punch me".
Despite being quite keen on each other... they were not quite ready to move in together by the end of the day. (Shocking, I know)
Dewdrop: *confides deepest darkest secrets in his trustworthy shower head*
At first I thought this excessive puddle action was the result of bad cc.
Apparently, I was just not well acquainted with the ways of sloppy sims.
Dewdrop: Diggin' stuff. B|
Syd: :3
Choo chooooo. Here comes the cute train.
All aboooooard!
Okay, this is the end of the line. Last stop. Seriously. S t o p.
Syd: Does that stinky plate really need to be here?
Dewdrop: George has a condition. Don't be a jerk. It's not his fault.
Dewdrop: ♪ A heart so truuue.. Our courage will pull us throuuugh.. You teach mee and I'll teach yooou.. ♪
Dewdrop: Success! 8D
Woooooooooooooooooooooooo...
you-know-what-this-means.jpg
Congratulations on reaching this stage in your relationship.
Since I am playing my round with one controllable(Dewdrop), Syd spent the duration of the pregnancy in mortal peril. ;_;
Syd also got lumpy, so a temporary wardrobe change was in order.
I-need-to-remember-to-download-a-gardening-hack.jpg
This is Celia, another sim I made for sparkleville. She is devoid of eyebrows on purpose. Really.
Do not be deceived. Both bowls are for Syd.
These days, Syd just likes to play musical chairs while eating.
Dewdrop wanted to do robot stuff. So now he does robot stuff.
Syd woke up starving at 2 am. Syd then proceeded to jump in puddles for the next 3 hours.
Whatever. Go ahead and steal the invisible newspaper. Their stories suck anyway. I only do the crossword. Whatever. I don't care. Really.
Come back. ;_;
Hobbycreep: Let me recite some wistful prose and extend you an invitation to my creepy clubhouse of creativity!
Syd: I will come up with a very creative use for this newspaper if you do not get the fuck out. B|
WOOOOOOOSH
Syd: Maybe I shouldn't have eaten all that candy cooorrrn.
It was literally the prettiest sims cinematic sequence I had ever seen, okay?? ;_;
The snowflakes turned into sparkles, okay? ;_;
Don't judge me too harshly, okay? ;_;
And so, a freckly baby named Nightshade was born.
This commentary is lousy but I had the tab open for two days and I just couldn't deal anymore.. >_<
Dewdrop's bachelor pad somehow morphed into a overly large, partially furnished brick box.
I don't know. It's like a fucking Ikea catalog, honestly. I'll fix it later.
Dewdrop: *has had enough of my bullshit excuses*
Dewdrop: Wow, I am basically Cy Twombly Junior! People should be throwing simoleons at me right now!
Sometimes I ponder as to whether or not Mr. Humble was crafted by Rod Humble himself, or some disgruntled EA employees.
Either way, it's a pretty good likeness.
Meet Kiyoshi, the randomly generated demon ginger gardening club member.
As it happens, Kiyoshi is a total douchenugget.
Dewdrop: I'm going to need you to stay the fuck away from my nose!!
Thankfully the welcome wagon arrives. It was comprised of Syd Shonoses (by
pooklet ).and Mason Grunfeld (by me).
Syd & Dewdrop: *are instant buddies*
Just looking at this exacerbates the pain in my lower back. >_>
Mason has zero patience for ginger demon's bullshit.
Or maybe this is just her equivalent of a high five, it's hard to tell.
Mason: :D :D :D
I would feel bad for him, but he even looks like a douchenugget when he cries.
Dewdrop: *gets in touch with his Grilled Cheesy self*
Syd: Look, all I'm saying is that they must be using those secret campaign contributions to transplant brains from the 1950s into the heads of our present day population. This is the only way I can make sense of the world anymore. No, I don't know where the vintage brains came from but surely they have a storage facilty somewhere with such things.
Dewdrop: *cough*
Meanwhile, Mason's sass had reached a critical mass.
KABLAM!
Dewdrop: Oh Syd, your examination of american politics is so sessy.
FWOOP!
WAPOW!
aaand I somehow forgot about Mason being a werewolf. OH WELL.
Two variations on "Punch you, punch me".
Despite being quite keen on each other... they were not quite ready to move in together by the end of the day. (Shocking, I know)
Dewdrop: *confides deepest darkest secrets in his trustworthy shower head*
At first I thought this excessive puddle action was the result of bad cc.
Apparently, I was just not well acquainted with the ways of sloppy sims.
Dewdrop: Diggin' stuff. B|
Syd: :3
Choo chooooo. Here comes the cute train.
All aboooooard!
Okay, this is the end of the line. Last stop. Seriously. S t o p.
Syd: Does that stinky plate really need to be here?
Dewdrop: George has a condition. Don't be a jerk. It's not his fault.
Dewdrop: ♪ A heart so truuue.. Our courage will pull us throuuugh.. You teach mee and I'll teach yooou.. ♪
Dewdrop: Success! 8D
Woooooooooooooooooooooooo...
you-know-what-this-means.jpg
Congratulations on reaching this stage in your relationship.
Since I am playing my round with one controllable(Dewdrop), Syd spent the duration of the pregnancy in mortal peril. ;_;
Syd also got lumpy, so a temporary wardrobe change was in order.
I-need-to-remember-to-download-a-gardening-hack.jpg
This is Celia, another sim I made for sparkleville. She is devoid of eyebrows on purpose. Really.
Do not be deceived. Both bowls are for Syd.
These days, Syd just likes to play musical chairs while eating.
Dewdrop wanted to do robot stuff. So now he does robot stuff.
Syd woke up starving at 2 am. Syd then proceeded to jump in puddles for the next 3 hours.
Whatever. Go ahead and steal the invisible newspaper. Their stories suck anyway. I only do the crossword. Whatever. I don't care. Really.
Hobbycreep: Let me recite some wistful prose and extend you an invitation to my creepy clubhouse of creativity!
Syd: I will come up with a very creative use for this newspaper if you do not get the fuck out. B|
WOOOOOOOSH
Syd: Maybe I shouldn't have eaten all that candy cooorrrn.
It was literally the prettiest sims cinematic sequence I had ever seen, okay?? ;_;
The snowflakes turned into sparkles, okay? ;_;
Don't judge me too harshly, okay? ;_;
And so, a freckly baby named Nightshade was born.
no subject
I don't know why I haven't been using him all along! I wish I could use wooper as a default replacement censor, omg.
Also, thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it; that means a lot to meee. <3