#also thank you for the ask

[changelingsandothernonsense]

I've been thinking about ocs and modern food lately, I know Josh doens't have taste left from the corpus but he likes spicy food. Specifically you mentioned spicy noodle soups. My question is, would Josh like Mexican food? I could see him doing one of those hot pepper challenges :)

Josh remembers trying this strange, very spicy, frothy drink when he was working out of the Argonian Mission in Ebonheart back in his old Twin Lamps days. He liked how it made his tongue tingle. He's also done his fair share of chilli challenges in bars across Hammerfell. He thinks it's funny to show off his spice tolerance. He'd be fairly into any of the meat and spice heavy stews, and I can see him downing some of the more common dishes. He relies fairly heavily on textures, spice and salt in order to enjoy his food and I think the crunch of a taco shell would make him happy. I base Redoran cuisine off of Korean and Japanese cuisine, with some Chinese (mostly Sichuan) as well. Given Joshi grew up with mostly Redoran influences, a lot of these foods bring him comfort. He loves congee btw.

[cinamun]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

1-5 because I really want to release the grip this lore has on my brain:

Mercy was not born with green eyes, however as an infant, she was diagnosed with a rare condition which resulted in the deterioration of her irises. She had surgery on her eyes at just 9 months old. The surgery required state-of-the-art technology and meant her irises would be replaced. Her mother chose green as that was her favorite color. The condition was cured after a successful surgery and recovery.

Remember kids, donate your organs!

[sudokufag]

i really like your profile picture i throw a brick at chilchuck so bad. i want to use 10 of him as bowling pins. i know he would topple so nicely

Dude my friends and I are so obsessed with this gif you don't even know the half of it. I have it taped to my door.

They named him Chilchuck because you're constantly wanting to chuck objects at him!

[thenntrewrite]

hello hello I have just discovered your project! first of all, Aleron is gorgeous--all of your art style is--but she's so pretty!! Secondly, might I beg you for some lore about your kingdom of Tintagel? I ask because I invented a kingdom of Tintagel for NNT and then got so attached to the name I started using it in original projects too lol. And I'd love to see what your Tintagel is like!

Oh my goodness, thank you so much for your kind words! And I'm always happy to share!

Lore-wise, for my Tintagel, it's run by a faerie monarch named Gorlois in a faerie country called Cornwall. Some time ago, the faeries have separated themselves by countries in their own realm (separate from Britannia that dwells in the human realm) rather than all stayed in one area. Gorlois' father (who I will dub Tintagel), once a proud warrior, took a group that wanted nothing to do with the on-going Holy War and made them a sanctuary in a country far from the Faerie King's forest (name change impending haha). The Sacred Tree, who had many duplicates of itself throughout the land, would bestow its powers upon Tintagel so he may better protect the faeries. That sanctuary grew bigger over time to the point that it became the size of a human kingdom. Tintagel had his child, Gorlois, and once dead, the Sacred Tree passed the crown on to Gorlois. And Gorlois proudly ran that kingdom until his dying breath. His kingdom was left untouched, as he had befriended Gloxinia, the faerie king chosen by the Sacred Tree at the time. Aleron, his only child, never took the throne and effectively abandoned the kingdom, though it still thrived under Malvolia... sort of. And Aleron wouldn't take back the throne until much later.

Appearance-wise, Tintagel has no traditional buildings. Bestowed with the Sacred Tree's blessing, everything was made from trees, fungus and any vegetation. Everything in the faerie realm is that much bigger to the point that instead of horses running things, it's bunnies pulling carts or fun inventions crafted from leaves, twigs and sap. Lights were fireflies trapped in flowers, flowers were used as cushions, beds were made of soft cotton, acorns were used as jars—a vastly different world from Britannia.

This is all a rough idea, but I want everything to feel very magical and different when visiting places in the faerie realm like Tintagel and the Faerie King's forest, and have some real meaty, but sweet lore behind it!

[biro-slay]

buddy holly riff

Tutu tutu tutu tutu TU

Yeah it's like buddy holly

Oh yeah it's just like buddy holly

Or something

[c00kietin]

COUGHING BABY

VS

HYDROGEN BOMB

HYDROGEN BOMB!!!

COUGHING BABIES ARE ANNOYING!!! >:((((

[transshion]

(from arisenreborn) Arisen & Pawn #4, World #2, Misc. #1

ARISEN & PAWN:  4. answered here :)

WORLD & STORY: 2. Which of the four residencies is their most preferred, and is there a particular reason why? Do you have any headcanons about the layout and how it’s decorated? 

their favorite place to stay is the house in vernworth’s common quarter. first place of their own they bought, and definitely the most used. a lot of times they would return late and pass out in a pile on the small bed. haim likes it because it reminds him a lot of a place he used to stay, although he doesn't quite remember where that place is. basil likes it because it's small, and that's comforting to him. place is an absolute mess though, because whenever basil returns from the rift with gifts, he just leaves them lying around, and both of them are not the tidying sort. r/malelivingspace type shit. 

MISC: 1. : What would be their favorite show or movie?

this question feels very hard to answer for haim bc. part of me feels like he wouldn't know what a tv is even if he lived in a modern setting where tvs exist. and then part of me is like yeah, he would love twilight

i think basil would binge watch cooking competition shows (chopped, masterchef, etc). he would get so worked up watching them tho, so they might get banned in their household.

ask game

[hello-i-am-an-idiot]

Soo about that post of the 'Honesty hour' can I ask if Mimi is a nickname derivated from your name or some random nickname

Like, this is a really weird thing to ask but it just appeared on my mind

If you don't wanna answer it's okay like if it's to personal I'm sorry

Yeah mimi is a nickname :>

I also go by mai or Mina but mimi is my favorite and I don't usually like using my full name online

[cinnamon-flame]

If it’s okay to ask can we know more about Mothclan?

Like what exactly happened to drop from 20 to *3* cats? And has there been any particular drama or funny events?

Again this is only if you want to answer, but I want to know more.

There might be mentions of blood and death below so beware of that

So what actually happened to Mothclan?

It was first established by Lichenstar and it quickly grew to be a powerful clan of around 20 cats. For the first 30 moons there was peace but it couldn't stay that way.

Soon patrols were getting killed en masse, which ravaged Mothclan's population. Most experienced cats died along with the deputy which forced Lichenstar to choose an unqualified cat for the position.

Eventually a large fire destroyed half of the camp and it's inhabitants along with Lichenstar, who tragically lost all his lives saving his clanmates from the flames.

Survivors, sick with greencough and demoralized from the deaths of their families welcomed a new leader - Tinystar, not fully prepared to be leader. Most of the sick cats died as well leaving only Tinystar, her mate Pheasantnibble and a warrior turned medicine cat whose name has been lost to time.

After roughly 50 moons the clan gained back most of it's cats, through welcoming Tinystar's two litters as well as loners and kittypets joining the clan.

Even after that outsiders' attacks persisted and a massive flood swept through the camp, eventually leaving Boughstar, the daughter of Tinystar as the next leader.

[just-a-normal-potato]

Why is your name a ambigram of as$hol3?

I NEVER REALIZID THIS WHAT??

The name was originally for a star name generation I found online, I thougt it kinda fit me but

I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT AMBIGRAM MEANT UNTIL NOW, I SWEAR IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE

[oodlesndoodles]

Dont be sorry for all the reblogs!!!!

I really appreciate the support, I'm happy you like my posts,you can iteract as much as you like!

:-)

[active-mind-15]

Hi!! I'm probably like, wayyyyy too late for asking this since I only joined the Knb fandom 2 years ago, but I recently discovered your fanfic about Akashi and Mini Bokushi on @clubakashi 's Tumblr. I found it SO adorable and I'd love to read more of it! Unfortunately I saw that it was only up to Chp 19, so I was wanting to ask if you continued it? If yes, please send me a link! Thank you!!💖❤

Oh wow, I am SO sorry I never saw this. I hadn't used my Tumblr in years and I only properly logged into it a few days ago. To tell you the truth, I haven't updated that story in a while, but I recently got back into KNB within the past few weeks and was thinking about my old fics I left unfinished. Somewhere on my USB, chapter 20 of Accidental Siblings is sitting in a Word document half-written. Maybe I should finish it...

[giraffeiisms]

@wolfeign asked : "You can tell me what happened. I'm here to help you."

The sun was hanging low in the sky—burning gold bleeding into bruised clouds, the Wyoming summer heat still clinging to the air like it didn’t want to let go. The wind pushed through the tall grass in slow waves, brushing against Ellie’s sweat-slicked skin as she leaned hard against the collapsed frame of a busted roadside billboard.

Her blood had soaked through her shirt and was seeping into the waistband of her jeans—thick, sticky, warm. She’d stopped trying to hold pressure. Her arm was too heavy. Everything felt heavy. Like her body was being pulled into the dirt, little by little.

Then she heard it. Footsteps again. Closer this time. Calm. Measured. Not like the frantic shuffle of a hunter looking for a kill. Still, she didn’t move. Couldn’t. Blade still in her grip, but it felt useless now—like she was holding a toothpick against a storm.

And then—

“You can tell me what happened. I’m here to help you.”

The voice wasn’t what she expected. Rough, sure. Weathered. But it didn’t hit her like a threat. It was low and steady, and for a second—a second—she wanted to believe it. Wanted to let go of the knife. Let go of the fear. Let someone else carry the weight for once.

But she didn’t.

Her eyes fluttered open, lashes sticky with sweat and grime. She couldn’t focus on the figure in front of her. Her vision swam, and black crept in at the edges like it was just waiting to take over.

“You don’t know me,” she rasped. Her voice barely carried, more breath than sound. “You say that now, but people always change when they see an easy kill.”

Her laugh was bitter and cut short by a sharp spike of pain. She winced, pressing her head back against the cracked paint of the billboard post, trying to breathe through the fire in her side. The wound pulsed—wet and angry and deep.

And suddenly, all she could think about was winter. Snow. That moment in the mall when she thought she’d lost everything. The deer she killed. The cold bite of infection creeping up Joel’s spine. His pale face. The blood. How he wouldn’t open his eyes.

He had almost died. And she had been alone.

Now it was her turn.

Her throat tightened, and the fear hit her harder than the pain ever could. Not just fear of dying—but fear of failing. Failing the fight. Failing the people who weren’t even there. Failing the promise she made when she said she’d keep going, no matter what.

“If this gets infected…” Her voice cracked, small now, barely audible. “If it already is…”

Her hand twitched at her side, useless and numb.

“I don’t wanna die out here,” she whispered, and the words slipped out before she could stop them. “Not like this. Not in the dirt. Not with nobody.”

Her jaw clenched, trying to pull the mask back on, the hardness, the edge—but it was slipping. Fast. And the truth was bleeding out just as quickly as the blood from her wound.

“…I fought. I killed him.” Her eyes flicked toward the treeline like the hunter’s ghost still lingered there. “He stabbed me first, but I ended it. I always end it.”

She let the blade drop from her fingers. It hit the dry ground with a soft thud. Her hand fell limply to her side.

“But I think he got me worse.”

Her breathing slowed, shallower now. She blinked up at the figure—Logan—though she didn’t know his name yet. And there was no more steel in her voice. Just exhaustion, and a tiny, flickering flame of hope she was almost too scared to feel.

[loucifersbitch]

your tags are so fucking good I am so interested

i will not start a new wip i will not start a new wip i will nOT start a new wip i will NOT START A NEW WIP 😭

*opens new document* ᵈᵃᵐᵐⁱᵗ

[daikaiju-arts]

May we see some Gangle x Pomni plspls I just like them in your style 🙏🙏

I don’t necessarily ship them romantically per se, BUT I do like to think of them as being close friends 💚 I friendship them lol

Also a Bonus:

[depresed-duck]

evening drive

oh yes and some little doodles of them... sunset totally drives a motorcycle right?? been experimenting with how i want to draw her so maybe this'll stick idk.