#instead of work

[shittyoldcerealsfromyourkitchen]

having bad thoughts

[licantropa]

guess who just learned about blockbench!

this is also the official skin i’m going with, i’m happy (enough) with the pants now!

character lore:

name: [redacted]

appearance: clothes made of a great quality fabric and vibrant red/burgundy color. left side of the pants have the shimmerleaf flower amateurishly embroidered on. wearing the goggles of revealing, small shallow scratches along the glass, is never seen without them on their person. due to a mishap with a crucible, the right hand and side of face have been infected by flux.

purpose: she is currently researching zombification! overhearing a rumor that oakhurst is home to undead creatures that plague the night, and in the hopes that she’ll be able to research a new type of zombie, she travels over to the small abandoned town. she’s extraordinarily disappointed at finding out that what actually threatens the town is vampires, she will look into that all the same.

[veliseraptor]

started watching exu: calamity last night and already very into it, hitting my thing for narratives of doom with characters unknowingly hurtling toward their own destruction, most probably (if I have my trope sense right) driven by themselves

unfortunately I do not have time for another time consuming thing so it's going to take me approximately six months to finish and will derail my (already slow) progress listening through campaign 2.

[whyhellosims]

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Felix has you covered! •°*”˜.•°*”˜

[deaddrip]

promoting for the cause

[bookofmirth]

Moriel headcanons

Every morning when they wake up at the House of Wind Az has coffee waiting for Mor, with tons of cream and sugar because she needs, she has so many needs for energy because she is not a morning person. They sit together and it is sunny and his shadows are nowhere to be seen, and he will take her book from her and read it out loud to her while she drinks. She leans against him and she likes the rumbling vibration from his voice, it goes through her and, together with the calm, steady rhythm of the words, she nearly goes back to sleep.

Every morning he asks her what she wants to do with their day - it’s a new development since the war ended and they are not constantly pulled in a million different directions, trying to protect their friends and their court. She always tries to be diplomatic, but they both know that they will do whatever it is that she feels like doing.

One day Mor decides that she wants to make a cake for Rhys (who needs a reason why?) and so she recruits Azriel’s help in making it. She is not good at this. He thought he would be, but actually... baking is tricky. It’s not like cooking. They make a bloody mess of the kitchen, and she refuses to use any magic or powers or anything like that to help them. She is going to do this herself, whether she ends up covered in powdered sugar or not. She begins to get frustrated, but he reminds her that this was her idea, that she was trying to do something nice for her cousin. He tries to convince her that it’s ok if it doesn’t work out, because Rhys didn’t know about it anyway, and they’ll do better next time.

Instead of finishing the cake, they just eat the frosting from the bowl, because at least that part turned out well.

In the evening, after they return home from doing whatever they have felt like - usually something down in the Rainbow, Mor isn’t particularly artistic, but she can appreciate others’ work - she watches while he makes dinner. He moves with efficiency, and she tries not to laugh at how seriously he takes this duty.

Every evening he presents her with food, as a way to tell her that he will never, never take for granted the one time that she served him, and made their bond forever.

[iwillgotoheavenforyou]

Holy ravioli is the phrase I'd like to adopt in my daily speech but unfortunately I don't have cool enough people to vibe with it

[astrixc]

college doodling on whiteboard instead of working :D