Sage Moonblood: This doesn’t seem like my house.
That’s because it’s not. I’ve commandeered us a new one, like a pirate.
Sage Moonblood: And all of our stuff?
Sage Moonblood: And my entire family tree?
Also gone. Except your siblings.
Sage Moonblood: Well happy goddamn 50th chapter to the Creepers. My father will hear about this.
He can’t because he’s in another save file! Aaaah, funny.
Sage Moonblood: Just kidding. I like our new house, as well as the lack of Creeper inbreeding.
Before I wrote up the last chapter I made the executive decision to leave the old Creeper save file behind and start a new one with just last generation’s kids to begin with. I’ve still got everyone on the family tree safely tucked away in case I ever decide to play them out, but for now, fresh and clean is the best thing ever.
Oh, and Sage Moonblood was glitched when I loaded the last save file, so blame her. Sorry, ancestors :(
I was also tired of the huge lot and fell in love with a new premade house, so I left the house too (I will be uploading it soon, I promise).
Tour time? Sure, why not?
This house is called Kid Friendly, Mother Approved and it came with Generations. It had a very retro vibe before I redecorated, but I liked the layout a lot. It’s a tad similar to the old house.
Remind me to recolor that window on the left XD
The entryway and dining area.
Kitchen, complete with a fridge of spoiled food. Really, why would they bring that with them? I guess so it still feels like home.
EXTREME LIVING ROOM AREA OF AWESOME.
Or just a living room.
This is what I like to call Sage’s Retreat, fully stocked. She enjoys this addition.
Part of Tabooger’s room. I left all the bedrooms pretty much the way EA had them, just did some recoloring in favorite colors.
She likes turquoise XD
The twins, who have yet to be introduced because I hadn’t written down their names last update like a failure, have a nice spacey room.
Their favorite colors are green and sea foam. Sea foam?! I just picture the baby being born and being all, "OH MY GOD, SEA FOAM IS THE GREATEST COLOR OF ALL TIME!" And then the nurses would be like, "Sea foam is allowed to be a favorite color? Why?" And then, "Holy shit, a talking newborn!"
I don’t know why I’m so weird sometimes. Let move on.
Peaches Honeyblossom’s room. There’s not much to it. Just this.
Annnd the mamas’ bedroom.
Bookcase: FEEEEEED MEEEEEE!
I’m still working on making it look lived in. That bookcase won’t be empty for very long with Hermione in the house.
The best part about the house is the backyard. Buy one house, get a water slide free! You can’t beat that deal.
But wait, there’s more!
Since we ordered within the next 60 seconds, they also threw in a free tree house! You can search craigslist all day long and not find anything like this, I swear.
Sage Moonblood: I approve of this!
House: ‘Kid Friendly, Mother Approved’! I told you so!
Tabooger: I miss the magic gnomes, mom. They were my friends.
Sage Moonblood: …Um, when did you grow up? Was it that long of a hangover?
Right, well, I’d played ahead before my SP experiments and then stupidly deleted all of those screenshots, so the kids are magically older this chapter. Magic is might, you know.
I’ll just use this time to re-introduce them :D
Tabooger is clumsy, hates the outdoors, and is a coward. She should never be let out of the house, apparently D:
Peaches Honeyblossom: I am blown away by your idiocies.
And I’m blown away by that infected looking scab on your arm.
Peaches Honeyblossom: WHAT? WHERE? IS IT SWOLLEN?! MOOOOOMMY!
Peaches is a neurotic genius, just like Diva Muffin was.
And this is Spec Wildhorse. He’s a friendly virtuoso.
Spec Wildhorse: Look, I beheaded my would-be imaginary friend!
He’s the one who likes sea foam. Clearly he’s a future serial killer.
IRL Spec Wildhorse is another one of John Mellencamp’s kids. He’s a half-sibling to Teddy Jo and Justice.
And THIS is Seven Sirius (…I had to XD). He is easily impressed and a loner.
IRL Seven Sirius is the son of Erykah Badu and Andre 3000. Best name ever for this generation, methinks.
Seven Sirius: Do I have to play with this thing?
You don’t have to, but it’s ALL YOU FREAKING DO anyway.
Seriously, put the things down! They creep me out D:
Imaginary Friends: Plaaaaaay with uuuuuuusssss!
Horse and Bunny: It’s a lonely life :(
Bunny: We should murder them.
Bunny: …Did I say that out loud?
Naturally, we have to have a house warming party.
Sage Moonblood: Shh! No talking in my retreat. Only drunking.
Sage Moonblood: Exactly.
Maybe we shouldn’t keep it fully stocked.
Dweezil: Hey, sis, I thought you were dead. Killed by the slayer who just so happened to be another version of mom.
Moxie CrimeFighter: Well I am back. With a vengeance.
I stuck her in town with the intention to kill her off after setting up the family tree, but I just couldn’t do it. Also: she’s prettier than I remember.
And then there’s Tu Morrow.
Moxie CrimeFighter: She doesn’t even go here!
Dweezil: Ahaaaa, Mean Girls.
Sage Moonblood: I mixed this up just for you. Here’s to a second chance at life.
Moxie CrimeFighter: Mmm, that’s lovely. What’s in it?
Sage Moonblood: Your mom’s chest hair!
Moxie CrimeFighter: I already did the Mean Girls joke >:(
Sage Moonblood: Oh, well then poison. It’s poison.
Moxie CrimeFighter: Go sober up.
The party was awesome and full of stuff like this.
You know you’re awesome when your siblings are acting like Twihards whenever you’re around.
Hermione is still working on her Leader of the Free World LTW… as you can see?
A little Party Drink before work never hurt anyone, right? She’ll do great things for the sim world.
Sage stays at home with the kids. I don’t know if that’s necessarily safe, but we do what we can.
In-between trips to the bar she plays hopscotch and attacks the twins with The Claw.
Sage Moonblood: I have the greatest life.
Sounds like it!
She also works on their skills with them.
Spec Wildhorse: I’d rather be playing with my imaginary friend like Seven is.
I’m sure you would. IT NEVER STOPS.
The day after the house warming party is Peaches Honeyblossom’s birthday, meaning yay, another excuse to throw a party!
Peaches Honeyblossom: But people will breathe on me! It’s not safe. I don’t need a party.
Sage Moonblood (from the Retreat): You’re gettning a p… *hic*arty, kid. Shaddup.
Sage Moonblood: See, this isn’t so bad. This is fun, right?
Peaches Honeyblossom: Your breath smells like highly concentrated whiskey. I would advise you not to blow on my candles if you don’t want to blow us all up.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Are we absolutely sure these sparkles aren’t going to give me a terrible rash? I’m… I’m not going to open my eyes, just in case.
Peaches gains the Perceptive trait, making her a neurotic, perceptive… genius.
Peaches Honeyblossom: I’ve just realized… I am the smartest child… on the planet. Oh, and I’m confiscating this cake in order to protect everyone from the deadly bacteria that was most likely passed from me to the frosting upon my blowing out the candles.
…This is a terrible mix of traits. She’s cute though :3
I also first typed ‘deathly’ instead of ‘deadly’. LOL HARRY POTTER IS IN MY BLOODSTREAM.
Sage Moonblood: Congratulations, Peaches. You’re going to be the first ever Creeper to receive a gift. Happy birthday :D
Peaches Honeyblossom: That is so GREAT! THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER DESPITE THE DANGEROUS AIRBORNE PATHOGENS!
She jumped really high for a little CC cactus plant.
Bella Swan: My cactus.
Sage Moonblood: You get a gift too, to be fair. But don’t tell your sister.
Tabooger: Aw, thanks, mom! It’s awfully heavy…
It was an iron ingot. I’m declaring myself the best gift giver.
I think Hermione’s Insufferable Know-It-All tendencies are getting to her. I can’t keep her from going to the bar and trying to mix drinks.
Hermione: It can’t be that hard, can it? It’s like mixing potions, only with fancy swizzle sticks.
Hermione: How does she DO this?
The next day is Friday, and if Rebecca Black has taught us anything, it’s that yesterday was Thursday, choosing the best seat in the car is very important, and we’ve gotta get down on Friday. Remember these things… and you’ll become a meme.
So the girls throw a slumber party!
Sandi French: Hey, who invited WORTimer?
Bella Bachelor: He’s so amazing… I picture him riding a majestic unicorn.
Neil Patrick Harris: Hey. That’s MY thing.
Peaches and Mortimer party down with homework. NERD ALERT!
Hello? Can you hear me? I’m making fun of you!
Well screw you too.
Sage Moonblood: This’ll spice this party up.
Sage… they’re just children!
Sage Moonblood: Yeah… and?
I didn’t let the kids drink, I promise.
…Bella, you were supposed to scoot back to hide the drinks from view!
Ignore this screenshot.
Our new gnome is called Gnome-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. GWMNBN for short.
Spec Wildhorse: I’m here for the party. BYOB means Bring Your Own Boat, right?
Pizza Lady: Here’s your pizza, little girl. *dumps*
Pizza Lady: Yay, I did it! They said I couldn’t do it but I did it! I delivered a pizza against all odds!
Tabooger: Congratulations. But you don’t get a tip.
Tabooger: I just remembered it’s my birthday! Derp time!
Peaches Honeyblossom: I can’t pretend to be excited when I know my mom is endangering us all with her bodily fluids.
Tabooger: I’m now a virtuoso and that TERRIFIES me.
Sage Moonblood: Really? I was going to give you a keyboard for your gift, but now I guess I’ll stick with Starla’s idea.
Spec really freaks me out. He’s supposed to be singing to his imaginary friend doll, but it’s not there.
Spec Wildhorse: My singing voice gives him the power of invisibilityyyyyyy.
He will kill you in your sleep, I swear D:
I moved the furniture to make room for the sleeping bags (and notice Peaches is the only one with a CAST sleeping bag because her parents actually love her).
But three of the kids preferred Tabooger’s room.
I’m pretty sure that’s why Tabooger woke up having her first mood swing.
Tabooger: Yeah, I woke up with a bunch of freaking kids in my room. I’m a TEEN now, I don’t put up with kid crap.
Says the girl who’s still got a princess bedroom. Nevermind that that’s my fault.
It is literally 6:17 in the morning and Sage has already prepared enough drinks to last three days.
Sage Moonblood: No, these will only last until about 9, unless the kids decide to take some home with them, in which case it’ll be 7. I’ll make a few more rounds, just in case.
Well that’s it for now! Next time: More birthdays, some teen angst, serial killers and old people?
Sage Moonblood: It’s going to be scaaaaaaary!
Thanks for reading, happy simming!