#he's shy!

[ezra-trait]

TAG // what's in my bag?

rules: post a description and/or photo of what things your sim/oc would take along with them in their bag. tag other people who you want to participate!

thanks @alelelesimz & @walkiie for tagging me 🫶

i, of course, choose my favorite lil guy: germ !

he's the kind of guy who carries a backpack. everywhere. and it's huge and it probably weights the same amount as a pile of bricks because you can never be sure. so here's his stuff:

a disposable water bottle (bc he can never remember to fill one at home) and his meds

a notebook and stuff to write with

his keys

his wallet with some cards (id, bus, & library cards) and cash

a lighter (he just thinks it's cool to bring around)

some fidget toys

a tamagotchi he bought in a whim but always forgets about😭

his phone and a charger

three (3) differents pairs of earphones ?!?

his switch !!

AND his laptop + a random usb :D

and if ur wondering, yea, he has back pain

there, germ being cute as a thanks for reading!

tag list: @void-imp / @buttertrait / @agena87 / @m0ckest / @bibliosims / @adair-the-bard / @barbieaiden / @lilypixels / (●'◡'●)!

[austerulous]

◈   @ramblingsofamoonwatcher said:  

❛ It was another peaceful morning steeped in solitude, nestled in the deep loneliness of the woods. The air was stagnant with the pungent scent of pine sap, honeyed warmth cooked out of the bark by the summer sun.

There was birdsong, the rustling of the trees, the wooden creak of the old watch tower. Loudest of all was the heavy split of wood each time her axe cracked down upon it. She was dressed in uniform, khaki shorts that reached above her knees, tight around her muscled thighs and backside and cinched at her waist. Upon her feet were tall black hiking boots giving way to white socks, matching the colour of the plain tank top she wore. Her long ebony hair was pulled back in a loose braid, wisps glued to the sweat that beaded down her face.

The gradual crescendo of a quad engine broke through the peace of her morning, only once the machine was parked and the man had stepped off did she cease splitting wood. She slung her axe over her shoulder, wiping her drenched forehead with the back of her tattooed arm.

"Are you the one that they sent out to do the repairs?" She asked, approaching him with little expression upon her pallid face. "I wasn't exactly expecting you to come. A big storm is supposed to roll in late this afternoon, thought they were going to call you off. If the rain comes like they're saying you won't be able to get back to the park office on those trails."

Vibrant emeralds eyes took in the sight of the man. He seemed around her age, perhaps slightly older. He was tall, well muscled- made sense for a welder she supposed. What caught her attention most was his liquid silver eyes, she could not avert her gaze, holding contact to observe all those multifacets. ❜

A twist of the wrist, a turn of the key, killed the engine.  In the aftermath of the ATV’s deep, reverberating rumble, the world seemed impossibly quiet, silent save for the birdsong that drifted down from the pines – and the voice of the fire watcher.  Farkas couldn’t say what he had expected, only that she was not it.  Dressed in sweat that set her tattoos to shine, she made her approach as he dismounted the quad, standing shoulder to shoulder with her axe. Impressive, almost gothic in her beauty.

“The very one.  Name’s Farkas.  I’m with Skyforge Steelworks.”

Tapping the embroidered anvil logo on his polo shirt, he delivered his introduction in a largely flat affect, his voice low in his throat.  Nettle-coloured eyes dragged over him, before boring shamelessly into silver.  There was an intensity to her scrutiny that caught Farkas off-guard, that compelled him to keep talking, to look away.

“I guess they didn’t believe the forecast…”  His gaze tilted upwards, to where dappled sunlight poured like honey from above, its warmth baking into the browning pine needles that spread like carpet beneath their boots.  Civilisation dulled his preternatural senses, making them easier to ignore.  Here, far from the township, in this remote pocket of the forest, the storm’s distant approach felt undeniable.  Air, humid and heavy, pressed up against him with promise.  It made his clothes cling.

“I better get started then, huh?  Try to get back before the sky opens. Just point me in the right direction, and I’ll get the job done.”

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[fuckinnear]

everybody Must say hello to burger boy immediately

[lazylittledragon]

enrichment for the baby rogue

[canisalbus]

✦ Picciriddu ✦

[fexjam]

he's seven

[chloesimaginationthings]

Scott Cawthon’s version of FNAF security breach..

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

pls pls heard me out...FIDDLESTAN! <3

ok, i got this ask ten days ago, and I've been thinking about it ever since. Because I got two other asks asking for fiddauthor, and I dON'T KNOW HOW TO LET THEM DOWN LIGHTLY BECAUSE I'M A FIDDLESTAN BITCH THROUGH AND THROUGH 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!

Don't get me wrong, fiddauthor is great and makes sense and everything. But listen. Billford and fiddauthor are multidimensional ships, they are good! But FIDDLESTAN!?!? that shit is the WHAT-THE-HECK-A-HEDRON!!!!!!! Even though it's literally 100% speculation, the implications are FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!! I jumped between three ships so far during this gravity falls thing, each time thinking one is better than the other. I've decided that FIDDLESTAN IS KING!!!!!! I'm sorry. I could rant about them forever. I've been listening to nothing but extended versions of disco music for the past week. (YES THEY HAD A CRAZY ROMANTIC FLING IN VEGAS NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE!!!! (yes i will. I will elaborate at some point. it will be like ten pages or text. or I will draw it. idk.))

Here is a sketchbook doodle from like a week ago. I'm gonna post another fiddlestan thing in a few moments, but my style changes like I'm a completely different artist every week without warning, so I'm gonna leave this by itself!

He comes into YOUR house, he steals YOUR identity, and he fucks YOUR research partner!!! Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!

[stump-not-found]

Second or Third Contact

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

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they're about to be really normal about things

[myuminji]

flu season or smth

[lyril]

you don't get it okay... you don't understand..... .

[lazylittledragon]

lae'zel doing her auntly duties (obligatory)

[scary-monsters]

my fake bf who eats rocks and has an attitude problem 🧡

[strangedesired]

superbat brainrot atm

Bruce meeting Clark and oh my god I’m so embarrassing I can’t even look him in the eyes he thinks I’m so weird

Clark meeting Bruce and immediately being so horrendously down bad it’s almost worrisome. Like why is he thinking about how easy it would be to leave bruises on this nice young man’s pale, pale neck

Clark reaching out to shake Bruce’s hand and he’s all what if he can feel how sweaty my hand is I hope I’m not shaking and my grip is firm enough and Clark is like I would like to see him naked.

[kawoid]

why choose only one vessel if you can use two