I am dead

Hey I know this blog will just get terminated again so… Hi.

Just wanted to let y'all know I pretty much dropped Sims to do art. I’m trying really hard to do it full time, if y'all are interested at all, all my social media links are findable at ivydolamore.com !! I plan to twitch regularly and ofc I’m active on twitter

Ok bye tyvm

It had been a minute since Muto found himself spending quite so much time in the witches’ sanctuary. When it came down to it- that was home. The place he always ended back up in when times were tough. But… Honestly, he hadn’t allowed for times to be tough in awhile, and that meant the antics of this strange place always threw him for a god damn loop.

Like the silhouette in the kitchen archway as he stepped in the main room, the double take necessary to process the figure before him. Dressed in an apron splattered and red, shining metal between boney, old fingers. …Well, okay, maybe not that old… There was Storm, looking as intimidating as ever.

“Is that a real knife? Is that REAL BLOOD!?”

“This is a scalpel.” She answered plainly, stepping out to greet him now, it seemed.

“That… Seems like not the main question at hand here,” Muto replied. Considering her, uh, line of work… It wasn’t entirely out of the question, he figured. Wouldn’t be the first time he had stumbled upon a bloody mess.

Still, a smile hit the woman’s face, looking pleased he asked at all. She didn’t seem to care if anyone else found her humorous, as long as she satisfied herself. Seems this over-the-top entrance was all by intention, and Mut felt silly for falling for it at all. “No… We just had an icing cap stuck. Want to decorate some cookie ghosts?”

The boy sighed, his stiff posture slumping down as he shuffled towards the kitchen that waited behind her. “Are they peanutbutter?”

“No.”

He looked disappointed. “…Okay, still yeah.”

M: …Wait, why did you use a scalpel for this?

S: You just asked me if this icing was real blood. I don’t have to answer to you. Have you learned nothing?