#sometimes xd

hi hi! i was gonna answer this one in a set but it didn’t really fit anywhere so you’re special and get your own individual answer :D

tumblr itself really pretty simple to use--or at least not much more difficult than other social media-- and you kinda just figure out a lot of it by trial and error. or by watching what other people do! i figured out a lot of the technical stuff like tagging and changing themes by seeing what other people were doing.

simblr in particular tho...

when i first started i kinda just looked at the types of things other people were posting and made my own. so i did a lot of lookbooks and edits and things, basically just trying stuff out until i found what i liked. i also joined in people’s challenges and made edits of their sims and stuff bc communication is key!

tagging is also pretty big, tags help people see your stuff but it’s annoying when you tag things wrong... i.e. if you’re posting an edit, #ts4 edit is cool, but #ts4cc is blegh

in general tho, you should really just do what you find fun and what you like. simblr is pretty cool, but it gets REALLY tiring if you’re always worried about doing what everyone else will like. 

touch prompts || accepting

     Nilfgaardian lap dog. Iron Wolf? more like a bitch on the short leash. A blind idiot who leaded his people into certain death&despair. That and even more words were only things that repeated over and over again in Isengrim’s head. Usually tired and rather warm eyes were filled with pure, dangerous rage in that moment. 

    ‘How d a r e you?! I fought for all of us. I fought so nobody has to been through same things like you were ever again! SHUT THE FUCK U P.’

     Faoiltiarna pushed other to the ground, soon dropping on his knees to tower over him. Those were seconds as he pulled out his knife and in few quick moves, stabbed Eldain several times, already tainting his clothes with crimson liquid. 

    But it wasn’t enough; especially when scent of blood reached Isengrim’s nostrils, he was totally gone. Eyes were covered by some weird fog, like he was looking at Eldain but not seeing anything; none smirk or grin decorated his feautres.

    Any sound of pain fueled Iron Wolf only more - to the moment his mind reminded him what always pained his Crow. His hands closed into fists, as iron as his will, and started to damage other’s beautiful face; focusing on destroying it as much as he can. 

Kotonoe found herself still caught in a haze in the back of her mind, a smile seemingly drawn onto her face after their kiss. She didn’t mean to get her hopes up, but maybe they were a bit more after it all had now passed. Her smile never fading​, and the moment she heard Mitsuru’s stomach she found herself laughing instead, amused by the sound once more. “At least it didn’t do that while we kissed.” She hummed out as a small act of reassurance. However, she was sure the giddy tone was present in her voice as she spoke, not that she could really control it- or cared to-do at the moment. “We’re getting food here in just a bit.” She said, almost parroting what he had said back. And she could already hear the bustle of the food court from where they were. She didn’t make a move to take her hand from his as they approached. That would be up to him.

“Are you sure you want me around often enough for that to be common?” She asked with a teasing grin, though honest curiosity was laced into it when she did so. She was more than happy with that idea after all. And she wouldn’t mind a new place to hide out instead of going to building 2’s break room. It wasn’t always that fun in there after all. And she would much rather prefer to be there with Mitsuru than in some stuffy room. Not to mention the green tea and broadcaster would brighten her day. “I mean, I’ll glad you take you up on the offer.” Kotonoe insisted as she glanced back to him, noticing more people now as was common around the food court. Especially during shift change at the prison. A few guards here and there were ones she knew or had seen, no one she was buddy buddy with. Though, at any moment she would expect her building 13 friend to jump from the surrounding area with an arsonal of questions fired at the hummingbird guard.

Mitsuru walked to the food court with her, looking around for a bit who was present there and let out a sigh of relieve when he saw no one who would mind seeing him holding hands with someone.  He walked further with Kotonoe, not thinking about letting go of her hand until he felt something on his foot. Before he even could take a look at what it was, he felt himself falling, landing on the cold hard ground the next second.  The broadcater blinked a few times before even realizing he was sitting on the ground now, glasses falling down and his face mildly confused.  “What... was that...?”, he mumbled while slowly getting back on his feet again, locating something like a thin tripwire on the ground. “Oh let me guess... That’s one of Tomato’s pranks again....” he sighed and rubbed over his elbow. It hurt a little.  After he caught his breath again, he looked back to Kotonoe, slightly embarrassed. “Don’t worry, I’m fine”, he said, just in case she was worried.