#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 ✦

[chloesimaginationthings]

Scott Cawthon’s version of FNAF security breach..

[emphistic]

None of the Parenting 101 books that your husband, Toji, read during your pregnancy could've prepared him for the unmatched curiosity of your now four year old son, Megumi.

"Daddy," said Megumi, while sitting on Toji's lap, "what do you do for work?"

"Sticking your nose into other people's business, now, are you?" he joked. "Why do you want to know, kid?"

"'Cause I wan' know." Yup, preschoolers could be as sassy as ever.

"Cheeky little thing," Toji said, giving his son's chubby cheek a playful little pinch.

"Daaaaad, just tell me already."

Toji hesitated for a bit, before complying. "I get rid . . . of people—"

"That are bad!?" an overly eager Megumi asked, his eyes shining. Honestly, for someone his age, he should not be excited by the idea of his dad killing people, but he had some ideals different from others. Courtesy of his innocence.

"Sure."

You giggled quietly to yourself from your seat on the living room couch as you watched the whole situation unfold; your son, jumping up and down, and your husband, looking as bored as he always did.

"So you're like a superhero!"

Toji grinned at his son, ruffling his sea urchin-like hair. "Nah, not quite."

Confused, Megumi asked, "But you're strong. . ? So that means you're Superman!"

"Nope."

"Batman! Because he always wears black and is super duper scary."

"Not even close, buddy."

Laughing, you couldn't help the comment that escaped your lips, "Wish you were as rich as him, though."

Toji deadpanned, "You married me."

"I'm not complaining, am I?" you teased, pressing a chaste kiss to Toji's temple. Just as you were about to back away, you let out a high pitched squeal as he pulled you back for a real kiss.

Unlike most kids, who would say "Yuck", Megumi, beaming at the both of his parents, giggled innocently. "Mommy should marry Batman! Because he is rich, and makes the bad people go bye-bye!"

[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!!!!!!!!!!

[myuminji]

flu season or smth

[lyril]

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

[scary-monsters]

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

[kawoid]

why choose only one vessel if you can use two

[nyaar0n]

my take on trojan neil

[dreadfuldevotee]

relapsed. relapsed. relapsed. the loumand/claudeleine bar scene is so fucking diabolical because what do you mean they're all sitting around smiling and laughing, talking about their blossoming lives together. What do you mean Cladeleine are growing flowers out of their victims remains. That Claudia has finally found the peace she deserves to go and let life and love carry her without fear. What do you mean Madeleine puts in plain words that Louis is in love with Armand, that she can feel it through him and subsequently, Armand's wondering if he does. Armand turning to smile at him, giving a gorgeous little laugh before kissing Louis cheek and standing from the table. "Why don't you want him to know how much you love him?" "he knows" as the joy slides off Armand's face and he steps out of the warmth he has forsaken.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

There's no other way to say this,

but Jason is currently being haunted by a ridiculously cartoony ghost.

Like one of those window stickers Alfred was so fond of putting up for Halloween.

Two small green ovals and a mouth that only shows when it's making noises.

It didn't even say boo! It made these small chirps and purrs in different pitches.

He couldn't get rid of it, throwing the thing off a roof did nothing, locking it away didn't deter it. It could just phase out of his hands if it wanted to.

It's just playing with him!

So Jason was stuck with a sometimes visible little friend and he had the feeling that it was laughing at him.

Danny was... somewhere.

He was aware of that.

The fear gas had hit the college fast, many were caught unaware and unable to put on their gas masks before it was too late.

Danny was one of them.

His body recognized the gas was a toxin, it tried it's damn best to burn it out of his body in those moments of panic, and now all he knows is that his is zapped of all energy.

Thankfully, he found a protector while he recuperated!

Danny can now just be a little guy and focus on storing energy.