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Thistleburr: 2.1
welcome back to the newly-established house of thistleburr, friends and relations!
last time:
- we made planetfall on teagarden moon
- our founder sandry started foundering
- and floundering
- but eventually met and moved in her ladylove, chlora
sandry, pregnant: THIS IS A GREAT PREGNANCY ACTIVITY HNAAAAARG
yeah, they're both pregnant. it's my favorite.
chlora: gasp! well, that explains the morning sickness.
sandry: dunno what you're talking about, i feel great.
since i want the babies to be legitimate and properly-named thistleburrs, i watched sandry's wants panel like a chickenhawk until she 1) wanted to marry chlora and b) wasn't also afraid of marrying her, and when the moment finally arrived i hustled them off to my newly-built wedding spot.
it's aptly titled 'some bullshit by a waterfall'!
mawage.
kissin'.
sandry: hey, look, if i hold my wand like this it looks like an extra-long middle finger!
sorry, there will be no honeymoons for this marriage, chlora. i don't even have half this neighborhood built yet, let alone a vacation spot.
chlora: then can i have a kitten instead?
*sigh*
yeah, i mean, that's reasonable. i'll just have to set somebody up as a cat breeder since i use clean templates. hold, please.
chlora: i guess i can find something to occupy my time while you do
this is the master bedroom, by the way.
it's also got sandry's sewing table that she never uses, and a cat tree that the future kitten won't be able to use at all until they grow up since it's not on the ground floor. i plan things really well!
speaking of.
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azaya: hey pooklet, what should i name this kitten?pooklet: scrampfle. s-c-r-a-m-p-f-l-e.azaya: i don't know what i expected.
and so scrampfle joined the household, to chlora's delight.
chlora: *unintelligible cooing sounds*
she's SO SMALL!
book for scale. didn't have any bananas handy.
outside: peaceful, scenic, lovely
meanwhile, inside, sandry attempted to make soup.
sandry: the fire can't get me behind the fridge! D:
chlora: oh crap the sky-water gushing from above reminds me how bad i gotta pee!
sandry: just do it in the kitchen, there's no time!
sandry: nothing a little aqua deletus can't fix!
you are wafting shame fumes.
sandry: nothing a little cleanius corpus can't also fix!
sandry: i LOVE being a witch.
brag about it, why don't you.
chlora: *schlorp schlorp schlorp*
sandry: that looks good.
chlora and sandry: *SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP*
scrampfle: *blends seamlessly into the sideboard*
chlora: i love kuhnitting.
i think it's 'knitting', with a silent K.
chlora: sure, if you're a coward.
sandry spent six hours needing desperately to pee, holding it with every scrap of willpower. it was only when chlora went to take a shower that she booked it to the toilet, and then courteously didn't flush.
she made ingredients in her cauldron for awhile,
then sassed me with this when i tried to send her next door to sell them. someone as pregnant as you probably shouldn't be hucking axes either, but that sure didn't stop you, did it?
sandry: yeah, but the difference is i like hucking axes.
i bought you that shop as a treat.
whatever. scrampfle is adorable.
about to pop 1/2
about to pop 2/2
chlora: hey girl how's it going? oh, not much, just calling every single one of my friends to keep our friendships high so i can get a promotion because overlord won't let me quit my job
well, thanks for the two successive $8,000 flat-screen TVs. maybe i should try making friends.
sandry and naphthalene: *friendly yelling on the lawn*
sandry: *unhappy yelling in the bedroom*
chlora: you're next, little bun *pats stomach*
chlora: this is the right time to write in my diary.
umbreen, first natural-born thistleburr!
umbreen: the green glow demands that i say... 'mommy'?
sandry: YES! 'MOMMY'! *delighted gasping*
we speedran teaching umbreen to talk. how about we keep the streak going with some...
...POTTY TRAINING FACE!!!
sandry actually did it, like, a lot! no fussing or whining, just the smiling. refreshing, really.
plus, it makes sense. she is incredibly smiley.
umbreen attaches herself at once to the wee ones witchery wand, a creativity toy cleverly placed out on the balcony, in the rain.
...oh. um. maybe, rain aside, this still isn't the best time to be outside.
breenie? go inside, honey.
umbreen: ugh, if i MUST
aww. what a precious gaping maw!
umbreen: why, hello. do you live here?
after their belated introduction, chlora hung out with umbreen right up until the moment arrived.
umbreen: yes! mother, look, i've done it! i've mastered this curious face-toy!
chlora: *unhappy squeaking*
daughter number two arrives in the form of lulihart!
umbreen: mwah! mwah! mwah!
scrampfle *sulks*
she lies. this was her idea. i had to specifically teleport her upstairs so she could get the cuddles she demanded.
more potty training face :>
sandry: i sure am lucky to be a mom to three daughters, aren't i, third daughter?
technically, i think she's the first.
chlora: gasp! a WEATHER!
chlora: boo. a phone call.
mood.
umbreen loved the activity table, once i figured out which direction to turn it so that she could actually use it.
she's a big fan of blocks, particularly.
umbreen: i love the taste!
lulihart's main hobbies, on the other hand, are being stinky and spewing cat food out of her knees and feet.
huggy babs
chlora: i have an idea
the idea was turkey
with her pregnancy concluded, i was finally able to send sandry's whiny butt back to thistleburr thaumaturgy, which looks thusly.
sandry's currently one of only two witches in the neighborhood, so i guess most of her customers are purchasing spellcasting ingredients as decorative tchotchkes. good enough for me!
sandry: hooray, an accomplishment!
fernie googol: can you believe this entry-level shit, invisible wristwatch
fernie googol: hire a cashier
juiblex fruitsquish, thief of sandry's dollars: hmm... and you say hedgehogs enjoy dragon scales in their raisin brain?
sandry: i didn't not say it!
8O happy birthday, scrampfle!
scrampfle: thanking you!
chlora: oh my goodness, scrampfle, you're beautiful!
scrampfle: why, i amst!
everybody fussed over scrampfle on her birthday.
but eventually, she retired to sharkmaw cove, her favorite bed. birthdays are hard on a girl!
sandry and chlora: *giggle, squeeze, squiggle*
lulihart: hey moms
lulihart: hmm... no response. perhaps if i approach from this angle?
umbreen: you able to get moms' attentions?
lulihart: thus far, alas, no.
umbreen: dip. sucks.
back to their own room the girls go, 'cause they're strong, independent toddlers that don't need no moms.
scrampfle: HELP! THE ODOR... OH, THE ODOR!!
scrampfle: that's better.
scrampfle: now, listen you to me, chartreuse sam! you are BEAUTIFUL! you are POWERFUL! you are a WONDERFUL BIRD! c'mon, i'm am wanting to hear you say it! say 'I AM A WONDERFUL BIRD'!
eugh. the free-range toddler bowl looks to be fermenting.
hey, one of you schlubs wanna do something about it?
chlora: about what?
no exaggeration, the bowl was so filthy it took her five in-game hours to restore it to a usable state.
at last, scrampfle conquers the cat gym!
scrampfle: excelmsior.
smelly lulihart keeps up a stinky mom-watch.
sandry: i found this apple on the ground. should i eat it? i'm gonna eat it.
guess it's summertime in teagarden moon! or, as we call it here, ground-apple time.
chlora's been having a gameful maternity leave.
just an aside, this is a good spell?! it forces someone to like you! that's still creepy when it's platonic instead of romantic!
canoodlin'
scrampfle: c'mon chartreuse sam we gotta work uponst that self-esteem!
chlora: i'm really proud of you for embiggening chartreuse sam, scrampfle! you are an excellent friend.
scrampfle: i'm am tryingst mine best, mother :>
lately the kids mostly just poop and eat,
and poop and piledrive the alien head.
well, that's fantastic!
pineapple celebrations for all!
chlora: apple pickin' :]
umbreen and lulihart aren't technically twins, but they were born only a few hours apart, so they're both about to age up to child and accordingly they need a bedroom. initially i tried cramming some bunk beds into the nursery, and then i remembered pooklet specifically built the house to have plenty of bedrooms.
so i decorated a new one instead!
lulihart: hey, great timing!
thanks, lulu! hey, where's your sister?
HEY! umbreen! get your butt outta bed, it's time to grow up!
umbreen: but i'm tired.
you can go back to sleep after. in a big girl bed.
umbreen: *sigh* okay. just gonna splort cat food from my knees one more time for the road.
i guess that's fair. child umbreen!
child lulihart!
lulihart: hey, since it's our birthday, can we have a present?
well, sure! whaddaya want?
lulihart: i guess like a toy?
why, certainly. how's this?
lulihart: oh. oh god D8
HAPPY BIRTHDAY 8D
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in absence of a traditional birthday s'lad, a traditional birthday haunted unfinished basement dartboard is the only acceptable present
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"umbreen: mwah! mwah! mwah!
scrampfle *sulks*"
I have three kittens who will be six weeks old as of this Saturday and they react the same way whenever I pick them up.
Also those (rather cute) kids should feel grateful. I mean it's not like their mom's locked them down in the basement! The staircase is still there.
Annnnnnd WCIF that black and white carpet upstairs (I remember seeing it in the second Gashlycrumb house), the steffor counter recolour in the nursery, and the neon pink and blue skeleton picture in the apothecary shop?
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yeah, right? the stairs are right there and it's not like we're CERTAIN it's haunted down there, it just looks like it! ungrateful, the lot of them.
counter and painting are by me, the rug is here!
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