i keep waiting for my confessions to be posted and being disappointed when i don't see them... when i haven't even sent them in yet. ahh - the nameless boy (to your eternity, fictive)
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i keep waiting for my confessions to be posted and being disappointed when i don't see them... when i haven't even sent them in yet. ahh - the nameless boy (to your eternity, fictive)
KIN FOODS..... well. fictive foods in my case. i've noticed i prefer meat a lot and i don't like plant-based foods as much (not that i *dislike* them, i just don't usually see the appeal), which... aha. i used to look forward to being able to eat veggies and fruits, and now that i have the chance... oh! i do like fruits though. especially tomatoes. i want to have soup again... maybe i'll see about fronting next time we have tomato soup. - the nameless boy (to your eternity, fictive)
actually thinking about our little merry band of most frequent fronters is funny because we're all from completely different things. there's me, kou mukami, goro akechi and our host (who's not a fictive) and thorfinn is often in the background quietly. our host kins momo kisaragi and they and kou often joke about the similarities between the two, haha. (same hairstyle + occupation + both have a thing with magic powers and their eye(s) turning red.) we're all pretty different and come from all sorts of places, but i'm happy we can be friends! having friends is nice in general, aha. - the nameless boy (to your eternity, fictive)
the recent conversation about kin languages got me thinking... the script that's used in canon is just a different version of hiragana/katakana and when words are written out, it's japanese in that alphabet (plus fushi's name... fujimi --> fushi), but i'm not sure that holds for me specifically? i'm pretty sure my family wasn't from that continent originally and that we were completely unrelated to any other people there. everyone on the continent seems to have spoken the same language, though? aside from that we didn't have any contact, so i don't think it was japanese for me. my best guess is maybe something similar to (old?) norse, but that's just that. a guess. i'm a little curious if anyone else familiar with fnae has any thoughts on that, or if i'll ever know, ahah. - the nameless boy (to your eternity, fictive)
obviously this not happening is totally valid and fine as well, but there is something so validating about seeing some fanart with the exact reaction you had to something. it makes me feel so. Seen. like... yes!! you get it!!! that's exactly what i'd say/think!!!! - the nameless boy (to your eternity, fictive)
oh this is a bit late but!! to add onto the plushie conversation!!! it's not of him specifically (or even a wolf. it's a polar bear but we don't talk about that) but we have a plushie that reminds me a lot of joaan so i got to name him that and he's effectively mine and i'm filled with happiness and comfort every time i remember that - the nameless boy (to your eternity, fictive)
i mean i get why from a fan's perspective it wouldn't really matter but did they really have to make my picture on behindthevoiceactors of that scene T_T - the nameless boy (to your eternity, fictive)
joaan, i don't know if you're out there, i honestly doubt it, but i wanted to say thank you anyway. thank you for staying with me all those years. i hope you were happy and were able to enjoy life, even if the circumstances in which we knew each other sucked. when i'm feeling sad or alone, i always think of what it felt like to hug you and bury my face into your fur, and it never fails to make me feel better. thank you, from the bottom of my heart. - the nameless boy (to your eternity, fictive