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Fritter: 2.2
Oh my, two in a row?
...Yeah, don't expect that to be a regular thing. I'm not sure how it happened this time, heh. My aim is to update this weekly or every two weeks or so, but don't hold me to that. /o\
This would have been up sooner but I managed to lose the entire thing on accident this morning, twice!
Gershwitz basically divides his time between dancing, and
practicing to be the next Celine Dion.
Keep at it, kiddo, you'll be maxing those creativity points any d— you already did? Well, don't say you never accomplished anything.
Meanwhile, alliances are formed and sealed via inter-species fistbump.
I never train pets not to do this, I think it's too cute to eliminate.
Despite having a roomful of toys for any sort of skilling you could want, Eudora's interested only in maxing her mechanical, apparently. What happened to your ~music and dance~ OTH? (Not that I'm complaining, it's nice to see someone in this house's life revolve around something other than going back and forth 'twixt the stereo and the karaoke machine until they pass out on the couch.)
Sizing up the competition, Bo?
Boudicca: Eh, I'm not worried. I've got this heir thing locked up.
Eudora: Bring it, sugarpie.
Eudora: KITTY
Miss Pretty: keepwalkingkeepwalkingkeepwalking
All they ever do, seriously.
Eulalie: I like this door. This is a good door. Its existence pleases me.
...Glad to hear that.
Later that evening, Tierney (a sim what I begged off![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pooklet— PoC goths, fuck yeah) wandered by and decided to hang out outside the house for awhile. Specifically, outside the gate. Staring in. For six sim hours.
So determined was she to stare at the Fritter house that even the fact that the werewolf king was fucking hungry didn't deter her. Rather foolhardy, if you ask me, to hang around a hungry wolf when you're made of meat.
You. Don't. Say.
Eudora's come to terms with the fact that she can't crap in her pants with wild abandon anymore.
And is super excited that Gershwitz's homework exists apparently!
All. The damn. Time.
Boudicca: *enjoys making the bed!*
Space cyclops box: *stares, as it cannot do otherwise*
Gershwitz: Sometimes I don't care for mother at all.
Miss Pretty: *is not Eulalie*
Wall writing: *is appropriate*
Almond: It fills me with such satisfaction to see my child accomplishing something!
That's nice, except that the one doing her homework and thence actually accomplishing something is behind you.
Almond: Come on, Bo! Life's too short to waste it on homework! It's Friday, we can catch a Lapras in the bottom level of Union Cave!
Boudicca: There will be time for Pokemon after I've gotten into an ivy-league college, thanks.
This seems backwards.
The opening shot of cuddle wars is fired.
Eudora: KITTY
Miss Pretty: One day I will feast upon your spleen.
When not feasting on the organs of her enemies, Miss Pretty enjoys judging the other members of the household on their hobbies.
Almond: *dances without shame*
Miss Pretty: *judges.*
She also enjoys martial arts, apparently.
Eulalie: Whosa cuddly-duddly-uddliest kittum snugglemuffin in the whole world?!
Miss Pretty: Me :>
She likes Eulalie best, for some reason. Probably because Eulalie mostly ignores her and cats cannot let that stand?
I feel like there's a joke here about cherry popping, but I can't quite reach it.
Gershwitz and Bo have sort of made a thing of bringing "friends" home from school and then abandoning them outside the front gate until they go home, broken and humiliated.
Dreadlocked townie: IT'S YOUR FAULT THEY THINK WE'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH, I HATE YOUR WHOLE FACE.
Ponytailed townie: NO, IT'S YOUR FAULT, I'M DELIGHTFUL. GET YOUR FACE OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I BREAK IT.
Gershwitz: Why don't we have any friends, Bo? :<
Boudicca: Well, you don't because you're a giant dorkmeister who thinks he's Justin Bieber. Now, me on the other hand, I can't imagine.
Dreadlocked townie: Boy, that was foolish of us, wasn't it! Obviously we should be hanging together in this time of crisisI hate you so much.
Ponytailed townie: Absolutely, we should be able to count on each other in this difficult timeuntil it's over and I can punch you in the teeth.
Dreadlocked townie: Oh god there's something horrible behind me isn't there isn't there
Apparently this wolf prefers little girls.Like Jacob Black
Further alliances are formed.
Eulalie: Love your boobs. *+ relationship*
Gershwitz continues to prepare for his future career as a pop star.
While Boudicca practices being an artist's model.
Perhaps her mother's.
Now that they're using the study, I suppose I should make it over to be not-falling-apart-and-gross. Eventually.
So you may have noticed above that I changed the texture on the changing table to better suit the wallpaper? Well at some point it reverted to this independently. This strikes me as ominous.
Eudora: Cthulhu fhtagn!
Oh dear.
Eulalie: The tickle monster's coming to getcha, Eudora! Oh no!
Eudora: *is cautiously excited about this*
Certain people in this house, Almond, have made a habit of falling asleep in places that are not bed.
Cuddle Wars II: Bride of Cuddle Wars.
Well hello there, miss iridescent-skinned blonde. I will remember you for future generations.
Over-gelled townie: The existence of this award has made my entire day!
Eulalie: If I accomplish nothing else, my life will still have meaning, because I won this award.
You have a wife and three kids, what would you call that?Also InSim did that, not you
...I wouldn't.
Genetics to remember for later generations, part deux
Eulalie: It's true what they say: there's always money in the banana stand.
I kind of love the fact that these two have the same eyes. It's so utterly improbable, genetically.
The denizens of Afterwards pretty much unanimously want to get the fuck into Eulalie's house. What do they think is in there, some kind of Xanadu?
Eudora: PUT ME DOWN MOM I WANT TO GO TO BED
Almond: Has the warranty run out yet on this one?
Since Eudora will be hitting childhood soon, I preemptively adapted the twins' room to fit her in. It's still about as bleak as bleak can be.
Spending a little quality time.
Then there was more dancing. And more judging.
Miss Pretty: What is this feathery invader doing on my lands?
And now, borrowing from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beescratch, a series of art photographs I call 'Gershwitz Has Deadly Cooties'.
A very short series.
You have a bed, what is wrong with it
Eulalie: Hey. Hey Almond. I think we could put that couch to better use, don't you?
Almond: I don't know what you're talking abo—
Almond: Oh. :>
Going to go ahead and say Eulalie was right about that one.
Then Eudora grew up!
And I made pretty much this exact face at the screen!
Much better. Gawkers, behold your heir.
...Probably. That may not last, as I am known for being changeable. Also for ending posts without warning. Like so!
...Yeah, don't expect that to be a regular thing. I'm not sure how it happened this time, heh. My aim is to update this weekly or every two weeks or so, but don't hold me to that. /o\
This would have been up sooner but I managed to lose the entire thing on accident this morning, twice!
Gershwitz basically divides his time between dancing, and
practicing to be the next Celine Dion.
Keep at it, kiddo, you'll be maxing those creativity points any d— you already did? Well, don't say you never accomplished anything.
Meanwhile, alliances are formed and sealed via inter-species fistbump.
I never train pets not to do this, I think it's too cute to eliminate.
Despite having a roomful of toys for any sort of skilling you could want, Eudora's interested only in maxing her mechanical, apparently. What happened to your ~music and dance~ OTH? (Not that I'm complaining, it's nice to see someone in this house's life revolve around something other than going back and forth 'twixt the stereo and the karaoke machine until they pass out on the couch.)
Sizing up the competition, Bo?
Boudicca: Eh, I'm not worried. I've got this heir thing locked up.
Eudora: Bring it, sugarpie.
Eudora: KITTY
Miss Pretty: keepwalkingkeepwalkingkeepwalking
All they ever do, seriously.
Eulalie: I like this door. This is a good door. Its existence pleases me.
...Glad to hear that.
Later that evening, Tierney (a sim what I begged off
pooklet— PoC goths, fuck yeah) wandered by and decided to hang out outside the house for awhile. Specifically, outside the gate. Staring in. For six sim hours.So determined was she to stare at the Fritter house that even the fact that the werewolf king was fucking hungry didn't deter her. Rather foolhardy, if you ask me, to hang around a hungry wolf when you're made of meat.
You. Don't. Say.
Eudora's come to terms with the fact that she can't crap in her pants with wild abandon anymore.
And is super excited that Gershwitz's homework exists apparently!
All. The damn. Time.
Boudicca: *enjoys making the bed!*
Space cyclops box: *stares, as it cannot do otherwise*
Gershwitz: Sometimes I don't care for mother at all.
Miss Pretty: *is not Eulalie*
Wall writing: *is appropriate*
Almond: It fills me with such satisfaction to see my child accomplishing something!
That's nice, except that the one doing her homework and thence actually accomplishing something is behind you.
Almond: Come on, Bo! Life's too short to waste it on homework! It's Friday, we can catch a Lapras in the bottom level of Union Cave!
Boudicca: There will be time for Pokemon after I've gotten into an ivy-league college, thanks.
This seems backwards.
The opening shot of cuddle wars is fired.
Eudora: KITTY
Miss Pretty: One day I will feast upon your spleen.
When not feasting on the organs of her enemies, Miss Pretty enjoys judging the other members of the household on their hobbies.
Almond: *dances without shame*
Miss Pretty: *judges.*
She also enjoys martial arts, apparently.
Eulalie: Whosa cuddly-duddly-uddliest kittum snugglemuffin in the whole world?!
Miss Pretty: Me :>
She likes Eulalie best, for some reason. Probably because Eulalie mostly ignores her and cats cannot let that stand?
I feel like there's a joke here about cherry popping, but I can't quite reach it.
Gershwitz and Bo have sort of made a thing of bringing "friends" home from school and then abandoning them outside the front gate until they go home, broken and humiliated.
Dreadlocked townie: IT'S YOUR FAULT THEY THINK WE'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH, I HATE YOUR WHOLE FACE.
Ponytailed townie: NO, IT'S YOUR FAULT, I'M DELIGHTFUL. GET YOUR FACE OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I BREAK IT.
Gershwitz: Why don't we have any friends, Bo? :<
Boudicca: Well, you don't because you're a giant dorkmeister who thinks he's Justin Bieber. Now, me on the other hand, I can't imagine.
Dreadlocked townie: Boy, that was foolish of us, wasn't it! Obviously we should be hanging together in this time of crisis
Ponytailed townie: Absolutely, we should be able to count on each other in this difficult time
Dreadlocked townie: Oh god there's something horrible behind me isn't there isn't there
Apparently this wolf prefers little girls.
Further alliances are formed.
Eulalie: Love your boobs. *+ relationship*
Gershwitz continues to prepare for his future career as a pop star.
While Boudicca practices being an artist's model.
Perhaps her mother's.
Now that they're using the study, I suppose I should make it over to be not-falling-apart-and-gross. Eventually.
So you may have noticed above that I changed the texture on the changing table to better suit the wallpaper? Well at some point it reverted to this independently. This strikes me as ominous.
Eudora: Cthulhu fhtagn!
Oh dear.
Eulalie: The tickle monster's coming to getcha, Eudora! Oh no!
Eudora: *is cautiously excited about this*
Certain people in this house, Almond, have made a habit of falling asleep in places that are not bed.
Cuddle Wars II: Bride of Cuddle Wars.
Well hello there, miss iridescent-skinned blonde. I will remember you for future generations.
Over-gelled townie: The existence of this award has made my entire day!
Eulalie: If I accomplish nothing else, my life will still have meaning, because I won this award.
You have a wife and three kids, what would you call that?
...I wouldn't.
Genetics to remember for later generations, part deux
Eulalie: It's true what they say: there's always money in the banana stand.
I kind of love the fact that these two have the same eyes. It's so utterly improbable, genetically.
The denizens of Afterwards pretty much unanimously want to get the fuck into Eulalie's house. What do they think is in there, some kind of Xanadu?
Eudora: PUT ME DOWN MOM I WANT TO GO TO BED
Almond: Has the warranty run out yet on this one?
Since Eudora will be hitting childhood soon, I preemptively adapted the twins' room to fit her in. It's still about as bleak as bleak can be.
Spending a little quality time.
Then there was more dancing. And more judging.
Miss Pretty: What is this feathery invader doing on my lands?
And now, borrowing from
beescratch, a series of art photographs I call 'Gershwitz Has Deadly Cooties'.A very short series.
You have a bed, what is wrong with it
Eulalie: Hey. Hey Almond. I think we could put that couch to better use, don't you?
Almond: I don't know what you're talking abo—
Almond: Oh. :>
Going to go ahead and say Eulalie was right about that one.
Then Eudora grew up!
And I made pretty much this exact face at the screen!
Much better. Gawkers, behold your heir.
...Probably. That may not last, as I am known for being changeable. Also for ending posts without warning. Like so!