#gameaesthetic

vincent / bunny noises… vincent is the sweetest and cutest! and by the way… bunny noises are things like grunt, thump, snort… bunnies are bitches sometimes, and i love em!

Azsuna 🌙✨

The green glow of the Northern Lights. Footsteps crunching across snowy paths. Salt air. Rusted metal. Barnacles on the light house walls. Thick wool sweaters. Twinkling Christmas lights. A loneliness that cuts to the bone. Icebergs. Icicles. Heavy ropes. A hearty meal by a crackling fire. Breath fogging in the freezing night. A coat that's never warm enough. The hum of a motorboat skimming through water. Waves lapping against the deserted pier. A warm cabin with cozy blankets. Curling up while a blizzard rages. Love letters written with shivering hands, tucked inside your pocket to keep you warm. The crinkling of a newspaper. The buzz of a snowmobile. Local legends recounted in hushed tones. Buried treasure. Icy caves. Love and loss in equal measure.

aesthetics 10//??

i wanna give a good reason for why i haven’t been posting stuff but the truth is i’ve just been overdosing in some Borderlands and all i have to say is Axton is my boy and i love him and i wound up making this

Fixed the laser on my Original Xbox. Time to enjoy some Fuzion Frenzy! My JSRF disc finally gave way so I have a new one on the way . . . #gamerepair #consolerepair #originalxbox #xbox #fuzionfrenzy #jsrf #gamestagram #laserrepair #disclaser #gameaesthetic #falseproofgames #falseproof

Hot chowder on a chilly day. Dried leaves crinkling underfoot. Carved Pumpkins. Herbal tea. A deep, abiding unease you can't seem to shake. The smell of old books in the restricted section of the museum. Silent nights filled with wafting clouds of fog. A prickling feeling on the back of your neck. The rustling wind shaking red leaves free from swaying trees. Overgrown moss and long strands of ivy. The smell of smoke clinging to the ruins of a dried-up building. Old wood and creaking floorboards. A cemetery with unmarked graves. The smell of incense, the smell of hay. The daggers that hide in small town smiles. Rain pattering against a darkened window. A warm cup of apple cider in shaking hands. Dusty tunnels. Whispers in the forest. A slow descent into certain madness. Flashlight beams. Murky water. The enduring weight of a violent past.