me playing oregon trail 2: I know its best to start in march because a large portion of the rivers in the game come in the early game and it’s a lot easier to cross them while they are frozen. by the time you get past the rivers it will be spring and you will be less prone to things like frostbite. I’m going to buy a lot of bacon because for some reason it is incredibly cheap in the mid 1800s. I don’t need a ton of food anyway because I’m planning on hunting, so I’ll just buy a rifle and 800 rounds of ammunition. I’m going to buy oxen, not mules, as they are more efficient and reliable.
I participated in the Finnish preliminaries for the Nordic Cosplay Championship last weekend! This was my first time doing a solo skit and I really enjoyed it, so here are some (very blue) photos of my performance~
Star Ocean: The Last Hope celeinia as Faize Sheifa Beleth Photos by Tapio Matikainen, Tuomas Siitonen and Konsta Väänänen
“Are you cold?” Alec asks, feet crunching as they walk
through the snow.
“Pfft? me? cold?” Magnus says through chattering teeth.
“I said you should have brought a coat.”
“And I said I’d rather die of frostbite. I’m not going to
this party looking like an Eskimo.”
“Nothing wrong with Eskimo’s,” Alec says mildly, and Magnus
looks at his hands, buried in warm gloves, and stifles the traitorous burst of
envy. Snow starts to drift down in great fluffy flakes. He can feel it melting
into his hair whilst it merely settles on top of Alec’s giant hood.
“Damn you and your sensible clothing, darling,” he says,
reaching down and gathering up a handful of snow to dump on Alec’s head. Alec
skips nimbly out of the way.
“You know, Magnus, this coat is rather large,” he says,
casually. It’s true – it is several sizes too big.
“What are you suggesting?” Magnus shivers, shoving his hands
in the miniscule pockets of his jeans. Now he knows why people get called
Alec grins and unzips his coat, spreading his arms. Magnus
can’t help blushing a little – it’s such a…. boyfriendly thing to do.
“Not a word to Jace,” Magnus mutters, stepping into Alec’s
arms and resting his head on his chest. He’s thankful for once that Alec is
stupidly tall. Alec rests his chin on Magnus head and wraps his arms around
him, blocking out the cold air and snow completely.
He’s warm and clean smelling – soap and wood smoke from the
institute’s log fire, a hint of the polish used on the training room floor, the
faintest whiff of this morning’s coffee. Magnus inhales and slips his hands
into Alec’s back pockets.
“How long till the party?” he asks.
“Twenty minutes. Ten minutes left to walk,” Alec replies.
Magnus feels the vibrations of his voice in his chest.
He lifts his head, reaching to kiss Alec, still embraced in
the warmth of the coat.
“I think, my dear, we shall have to be fashionably late. I
rather like it here.”
Ah, shit I’m already spamming pictures.. I wasn’t exactly planning on wearing this costume, but I kind of ended up putting it on anyway. Idk, apparently she’s my spirit animal and I had fun so whatever.