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after working a four hour dish shift at my campus' buffet i've decided to turn this blog into a Buffet Goers Hate Blog
if you've ever eaten at a buffet fuck you
It’s winter in Seattle. There had been a snowstorm just two days ago, and all the buildings, from the towering skyscrapers to the grand old hotels, were blanketed in white. Wind whips through the streets, howling quietly as signal for the next flurry of snow to roll in. Before, Lapin had found wintertime to be nothing more than an excuse for staying in a warm house, tangled in countless blankets, fighting the cold for all it was worth.
Standing here on the crumbing edge of an old building, though, he can see the beauty of the frosted city in all its wonder. For all that Lune has lain silent and unresponsive despite choosing him, she has at least given him this in his time with her. It’s hardly a mother or uncle back, but it is something, and in the spirit of the holidays Lapin can allow himself to be grateful.
His cloth ears twitch. Seattle is rarely quiet, and the promise of Christmas has made the people even louder and more festive than before, even at such an hour. Still, he hears the barely audible thunk of boots on the rooftop, muffled by the snow.
“Having a late night wander about the city, are you?” says Tigress, from the parapet of the building beside his. “I thought most bunnies were in bed by this time.”
Her tone is softer than the biting, witty airs she carries in a fight. Maybe it’s the solemn atmosphere of the night smoothing her words, or maybe the lack of impending danger. Lapin cranes his head up to look at her— because of course she’d choose the high ground, just to mess with him. Something about the dark gray of the sky softens the colors of her suit to match her words, the orange so searing in the daylight now darkened to match the rest of the sleepy city. Her green eyes are still as supernaturally bright as ever, their knowing gleam preserved by the faint glow of the nightlife below. Idly, he wonders if they’re green in real life, too. His certainly aren’t red.
“That’s hardly your business. Prowling around your territory, I assume?” he says, more to say something at all than to provoke a fight. There’s a calm chill to the air, one he’s never felt before, and it gives him the feeling that tonight is not a night for brawling.
Tigress laughs, the sound piercing through the air like a whip crack. Another part of her unsoftened by the night. She leaps down to meet him on his building, and the only thing keeping him from bolting is the knowledge she can’t take his anklet even if she wanted to. She no doubt knows that too, and for all her cheery, showboating attitude, Tigress isn’t stupid. She rolls her shoulders back, ever poised to move, but only shoves her hand into her pockets as if to ward off the cold. Then, she grins at him, teeth as sharp as her gaze. “What can I say? This cat loves her urban jungle.”
hesaphus: alright, so now that you've excepted the terms and wield the power of fire and passion, how do you want to look?
woodrow: i think i'll give my alter ego a flower theme!
hesaphus: a. a flower th--
woodrow: did i fuckin stutter?
I furnished my Nord’s house to look like a bakery. Her name is Esa Sweetroll and she’s from Windhelm, where her family has been making sweetrolls for a very long time. Also, the Precursor was repurposed into helping with the shop :D
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Starting off my account by posting some old draws I'm proud of! It's mostly gonna be OC's here. ✨
capitism is a little bitch but one benefit to having a job on camps is that i get to creep on the workplace gossip. apparently a senior student manager has been completely awol, no calling and no showing the past three days while the rest are running around like headless chickens because a shitton of students quit over break, and i'm enthralled
katiebirdie - y'know what's fun? sitting around at my dad's friend's house listening to people in their forties talk about fucking
katiebirdie - some lady here is wearing a tail???
Meet Haziq -whathisface-
Had him since 2012, was about to be something but I had an epiphany of not being the greatest writer/planner so he's just there
his progress throughout the year below, its - ehhawful
First drawing of the year!
Okay, technically fourth but others were just studies so they don't count