ZIM'S BLOG!!!

[ 11.6.19 ]

"(He observes his build intently as he places down everything block by block. A meticulous task that he always has time for. An escape from reality at the tip of his antennae.)

(As he builds, his fingers twitch, accidentally placing more than he needs. He breaks his mistakes, and keeps going.)

(He places them too fast sometimes, skipping over some blocks in a layer. He fills them in and keeps going.)

(He's building a house. A rustic house. Oak. Stone. Planks. Bricks.)

(His hands start to get jittery. He leaves in his mistakes. He'll fix them later. They'll be fine.)

(He doesn't mind the noise. He just needs to let it out right now. In his own little creative process.)

(He's thinking of getting a little funky with it, almost grabbing quartz and concrete from the creative inventory to make his build more modern, but he resists. Right now, he wants to try something natural. He wants anything but sleek. He wishes he could walk on the planks that he places, to hear the creak of them as he walks, and to feel the wood warping underneath his feet.)

(Once he's finished, he leaves in his little mistakes. It makes it look more...natural.)

(He places down leaves as shrubbery, and a few flowers, too. He uses some bonemeal to grow the grass, and makes a little cobblestone path to the entrance.)

(This feels way better than something he unconsciously wishes to go back to. It's natural and free.)

(He calms down.)