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Thistleburr: 1.1
so, don't be mad, but i started a new legacy
i have a good reason, i promise! so the beetpoots shit the bed. i lost not one, but two full updates' worth of pictures and i just. i can't do it, fellas. i have older backups of the neighborhood, but the thought of replaying that much exhausts me. so i'm retiring the 'poots and putting the 'crumbs, and afterwards in general, in a holding pattern.
i've wanted to make a new neighborhood for awhile anyway (afterwards is eleven years old!), so for six months or so, with pooklet's help (they made me a bespoke terrain default! they're still full of wrath about the color mismatch, seems to be my monitor), i've been slowly putting together teagarden moon, a remote small town on an alien planet. it started out sort of based on the game verdant skies, but quickly devolved into 'my usual aesthetic, but in space'. that's fine.
anyway, this is thistleburr house. pooklet built it for me cuz they're a dear. i suck at building and also hate doing it. the house is three stories counting the basement, which is expansive. i don't wanna have to move the dynasty of idiots sure to come anytime soon!
sandrilene thistleburr, the woman of the hour: there's nobody here to kiss. dumb.
i mean i literally just plopped you into the lot but sure, be ungrateful! that's an option.
her traits are all random except for hopeless romantic, cuz i've got that mod to make romance sims stop being cheating lil shits if they have it. i'm looking forward to the inevitable chaos of irresistible plus socially awkward!
i've been decorating a lot of things between the neighborhood itself and the various buildings in it, so i'm just doing the rooms of sandry's house as she needs them. which i think is why i took a picture of her kitchen? cuz it's one of the only finished rooms.
anyway, the mystery man came by and thoughtfully left sandry's witch starter kit on the back porch, in the far corner. thanks, buddy!
sandry: i'm excited to be a witch, but can we do something about this haircut? it's not really me.
D: indeed it isn't. look at those cute lil ears, though!
sandry: that was embarrassing. better lounge the discomfort away.
well, with that taken care of, shall we head out and look for a spouse?
sandry: yeah! lemme just manifest a snack first.
at the time, the only community lot in teagarden moon was GAYMES, the local arcade.
sandry: tight
you might've seen these on my simblr already.
but i'm including 'em again, cuz i'm really happy with how GAYMES came out.
would you believe i had to look up how to make a sim scope the room, cuz the option wasn't showing up for sandry? turns out just setting the entire neighborhood to gay with the ACR adjuster doesn't count as establishing gender preference. you learn something new every game.
sandry: i like her.
great! go say hi.
sandry: hi, i'm sandry. i just flew in from—
rosemain: oh my god, you flew? do you KNOW how bad that is for the environment? it's not a good look.
sandry: ...on a broom :<
uncomfortable. but sandry remembered she was in an arcade, and buried her sorrows in dungeons & dragons.
when some more folks had arrived, she scoped the room again, and came up with the same answer.
sandry: i still like her.
well, okay. gonna try again?
sandry: absolutely not. i'm gonna punch dragons.
fair enough.
outside, the vending machines have been discovered.
anthea: it's so peaceful on this bench.
juiblex: *sip*
sandry: i did go to college, but to be honest, i barely remember it.
sandry: i was more concerned with kissing.
ovaline: oh my gosh, right? kissing is the best!
hey, this seems to be going well. gonna see where it goes?
sandry: maybe, but i heard something about some vending machines? i could really go for a soda.
at the vending machines,
sandry: well, i admit i'm intrigued, but i don't know much of anything about hedgehogs.
juiblex fruitsquish, scourge of teagarden moon: why, that's no problem, good miss! i can tell you ALL about them.
sandry: um, you're a bit in my personal space—
juiblex: hedgehogs, you see, are TREMENDOUS sources of energy, provided they are sufficiently supplied with their favorite food, raisin bran! when properly bran-fed, they will run endlessly on their little wheels, powering all manner of windmills, producing reams of valuable wind power!
anthea: it's still so peaceful on this bench.
juiblex: the catch, miss, is that raisin bran isn't cheap. well, it is, but it isn't free. that's why we, the hedgehog wranglers, rely on your generous donations to keep them fed and running on their wheels.
sandry: i really don't feel comfortable with this level of physical closeness.
anthea: *sip*
juiblex: just a few of your dollars will be enough to sponsor a hedgehog for weeks, if not months! you will receive a certificate of sponsorship, a photograph of your hedgehog, and weekly letters dictated by the hedgehog itself, telling you all about its life and interests as well as thanking you for keeping it fed!
sandry: but i only have a few dollars. i need them to buy my own raisin bran. hey, are those my dollars? why do you have them?
sandry: is she just gone? i... i think i've been robbed.
anthea: shit, dude. sucks. on a lighter note, i'm having a love affair with this coca-cola.
juiblex fruitsquish, destroyer of wallets: how about you, miss? might i have a few minutes of your time for a life-changing presentation?
anthea: no thanks. i got the gist from that one you just gave.
sandry: i just got robbed outside, but you're looking very cute.
ovaline: tee hee!
ovaline: why, i am cute, amst'n't i?
sandry: nice to meet you, i'm sandry
chickadee dentastyx: cool. i'm chickadee
crossandra: see that sheep there? i bet she leaves no fingerprints. she could be an amazing burglar, probably. all the best burglars are sheep.
hey, you're leaving? it seemed like things were going well with ovaline.
sandry: i know perfectly well you're not gonna let me date a sheep, it's too soon after the beetpoots. anywhere else i can cruise yet?
as a matter of fact, yes.
while you were accomplishing nothing at GAYMES, i was putting together s k a t e s. (i'll just confess upfront it's pretty heavily inspired by leaf-storm's roller rink, cuz i'm bad at community lots.)
sandry: oh hey, it's my internet friend amphitrite. she's hot!
amalthea: oo miss thistleburr oo~
bilberry: i'm flattered, but despite our two bolts, not interested.
sandry: harsh, but fair.
sandry: i guess we're more drinking buddies, anyway.
bilberry: you know it. *sip*
sandry continued making acquaintances.
eventually, she got out on the rink, with entirely the wrong kind of skates. i use the various skating rinks so rarely that i have no idea if this is just, like, a thing, or something wrong with my game in particular. in any case, it explains why the rink is so scratched up.
sandry: hottie alert!
angelina: why, thank you! i think you're lovely, as well.
embry: heh, look at my bangs! guys? guys, look! my bangs!
embry: won't look at my bangs, will they? won't they feel foolish when i bite my own arm off!
that sure is a solution to a problem you don't have.
sandry: that was weird, huh? anyway. buy you a liquid demon seed?
angelina: i would love that!
what's shaking, sandry? you look awfully pensive for someone with a hamburger right there.
sandry: i dunno, i've met several cuties, but i'm just not feeling it, you know? it.
hmm. i gotcha.
i have a suggestion
sandry: hi. i've heard nothing but bad things, but what've i got to lose?
the matchmaker: oh, five or so thousand dollars!
matchmaker: i kid, i kid. i brought my good crystal ball.
sandry: it's luminous, yes
matchmaker: i wasn't actually kidding about that five grand, though. pony up, buttercup.
so sandry dumped most of her remaining dollars into the void, in the hopes of a miracle.
matchmaker: so, yeah, you guys both have that little crescent moon on your foreheads. soulmates, or soulmates?
sandry: um... friend? i'm down here...
sandry: so, i'm sandry. and you're chlora?
chlora: yerp.
matchmaker: this is the right place to stand.
chlora: i like your forehead moon.
sandry: i like yours!
matchmaker: hell yeah. the ball's never wrong.
sandry: she's so pretty when she's laughing at my jokes!
bob lamp: that escalated quickly.
bob lamp: glad i'm facing this way, pthhpth.
bob lamp: yep.
some weren't so lucky.
naugasim pillow: help
i'm glad they're having fun.
chlora: hell yeah! major fun!
for once, the matchmaker didn't shit the bed. astounding!
sandry: for my efforts, i deserve video games.
you should maybe also practice your witchcraft, possibly.
sandry: fiiiiine.
sandry does magic in the laundry room. there's no shortage of space in the house, it just felt right.
sandry: spellcastin' 8>
sandry: bouncin' 8D
sandry: yes, this is she... you've got WHAT in stock?! overlord! to GAYMES!
gotta make them creatures in the spore creature creator, after all.
ran into amphitrite while we were there. sandry flirted a little, to keep her hand in the game.
sandry: yeah, you know that rosemain? she's a BITCH.
angelina: *pricks ears*
angelina: what valuable knowledge i have so sneakily hoarded! ohoho!
more flirtin'. sandry is romance, after all.
sandry: oh, hi, chickadee. here for a demon seed?
juiblex: *looms*
as we were preparing to leave, like sandry actually had her vacuum out and was about to climb astride it, chlora showed up and we DROPPED EVERYTHING.
wall boo: nice.
sandry invited chlora back to her place to give her dumb compliments on the lawn for an hour.
chlora: *delighted gasping*
oh sick, a bouquet!
bada bing
bada boom
moving a little fast, but sandry is a babyshit romance sim, so a get engaged want paired with no get engaged fear is a pretty clear signal.
chlora: *delighted gasping continues*
chlora: it fits perfectly! how did you know?
sandry: i have no idea! 8D
wow. that's fucking icy, sandry. you're literally still on a date with chlora.
sandry: romance sims gonna romance sim!
nope. cuz this is happening now.
sandry: i mean i AM in love with her so yay!
these idiots are triple bolters, so time to batten the hatches against the inevitable ceaseless spousal stalking.
time to get pregananant, hopefully
spoiler: nope 8|
for a full minute i forgot the word 'trampoline' and could only think of 'bouncy pad'. i love brain fog!
sandry: i love GETTIN' SWOLE
sandry: i also love not having to make my own tv dinners anymore!
chlora's LTW is to be a celebrity chef and she moved in already in the culinary career track, so why not, i guess? i haven't used maxis jobs in literally ten years, maybe it's time.
chlora: hey honeychop, are you wearing moon pants? cuz your butt is out of this world.
sandry: i'm super impressed you can tell when i'm currently sitting on it!
sandry: buuuUUURRRRP
chlora: heehee! charming!
the thistleburrs don't have a coffee bush at present, so one of the shrubs thoughtfully took on the role of designated lightning-catcher.
sandry: *bounces*
chlora: that looks like fun! *bounces*
ah, love.
sandry makes mystic dust and dragon scales in her cauldron.
while chlora makes creatures in the spore creature creator. everyone's being productive!
sandry: 8D
chlora: *chirps and beeps, musically*
chlora: 8D RAIN!
congratulations on finding an actual window to peek out! fully half my sims never do.
snugglin'
humpin'
sandry: chlora's at work and i'm bored.
have yourself some breakfast and we'll see what we can do about that.
sandry: 8O i'm gonna be a shop owner?!
i mean, you made a LOT of magic ingredients.
this is witch shop (since renamed thistleburr thaumaturgy), conveniently located right next door.
sandry: i flew over on my vacuum anyway.
sandry: that's right, i FLEW! take that, environment!
rosemain: *is too engrossed in her wares to take offense*
doria: can't work a cash register efficiently? fuckin' scrub.
no, anthea, we literally just opened a small business, you conck
sandry isn't that great at business stuff yet, but bless her heart, she tries.
chlora: hork. oh shit
sandry: you know, it's funny you mention that
what? why? why is it funny?
sandry: cuz look what i did 8D
OH. GOOD. MY FAVORITE. DOUBLE CONCURRENT PREGNANCIES.
well, i guess THAT'S off to a good start. 8|
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microfrog sounds of delight
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But the new Hood looks so good. WCIF the windows on Sandry's (and now Sandry and Chlora's) house (both the square windows and those peeling Guatla recolours)? I have to admit I got excited when I saw Bilberry and then even more excited when I saw Embry Brittle. Will we be seeing any any other old sims like Fairuza or Hattie? How about Almond Fritter of Whisper?
Oh and...
Sandry: "Rosemain is HOT!"
Chain Chomp: *agrees and leers*
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thank you! the peeling recolor is a quick and dirty one i made to match shakeshaft's bourbon street stuff, it's not great but you can have it! here. the other windows are by kativip and i think the recolor was by evanesco, but i don't know where she shared it, exactly. i think in a thread on gos, like an advent thread or something like that?
it's funny you mention hattie, she's actually running around there somewhere, just haven't seen her yet. probably not fairuza, she's too much a fritter in my mind nowadays. but almond and whisper are multidimensional beings at this point, so perhaps!
chain chomp, you behave yourself XD
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But thank you so much for the door recolour (and also the windows All I had to type was "Evanesco Kativip" and found them on like the second or third post)! I abuse the worn Bourbon Street and Silent Hill steps the most so the door and window recolours are so nice.
Maybe to minimize the creep factor you could move Almond and Whisper as a married (Pasty Power) couple in the new hood...unless there's an off-chance that Eulalie is resurrected.
I'm going to start shipping Rosemain with the Chain Chomp now. XD
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