Aesthetically Pleasing - Blog Posts

don't know if this will help but wallace has deep connections with sootopolitan history (in other words water types and the hoenn legends)

so i bet that wallace has a lot of like historical decorations

that sounds like a ton of work i don't know i don't play animal crossing :<

but you could also choose to add more of his color scheme and fancy decor to the lovely place <3

i honestly don't know if this will help sorry i'm just coming up with ideas as i come up to them i'll add more i think if i think of anything but right now i can only think of twenty one pilots :|

I need advice from my fellow Wallace fans. So I made Mossdeep on my animal crossing and made Steven as my starter villager then decided Steven needed Wallace on his island as well, so I made originshipping animal crossing style, but I'm having issues deciding how to decorate Wallace's house. so far I got his main room which I want to add a few more fish tanks, I got the kitchen and working on the bedroom and bathroom, and of course made his basement into a pool, but I don't know what to do with this extra room. If anyone has suggestions, let me know! Also, if anyone plays AC and has a hat that looks similar to what Wallace wears, please let me buy one off you! I got lots of balls! :3 Also, I'll post Steven's house too

Different shades of blue

i think it’s really important to know everyone’s favourite colour idk why some people left that in primary school

Lightning never strikes Twice.

Just a blurry photo of my morning.

Fall Showers

Welcome back to my random bits of sporadic inspiration

Hope y’all enjoy as I finally write some stuff about fall. (I know, I know. It’s about damn time.) Hope y’all enjoy!

I sit under an old ash tree on a secluded hill. Its leaves are a kaleidoscope of yellows and oranges, sunlight dancing to and fro in the small crevices their fallen comrades have left behind. I take a deep sip from my thermos of hot tea, inhaling the steam and earthy smell of the leaves. I look out at the small town I’ve known all my life. Small wooden houses with different hues of red and blue roofs surrounded by the early dusk fog. It’s coming. I grab my things and race from my perch to town. To shelter. I don’t want it to find me. I can’t let it find me. Once I reach the bottom of the hill, I hear a deep, rough growl rumble. I freeze, knowing I should be running, screaming, fighting, or anything other than standing still. I shake myself out of my fear but I’m too late. I feel a cold, sharp edge run into my abdomen and I see my legs run out from under me. I fall to the ground, desperately clawing myself away from it. The world goes black as I notice the leaves falling around me. At least I think- I hope they’re leaves. Let me have this calm fall day as I leave this earthly plain. . . .