#ehehehe yeah this was a lot but such a pleasant surprise

[kittyspotatoes]

🐲Another TES(V) OC Thing🐲

Pause your game! Wherever your OC is in their game currently, tell me about their story so far.

✧✧✧ General

Current Level: 58

Name: Rozenn Emberheart [aka Candle, Kisa, Nightingale]

Name Meaning: Rozenn is more or less a common name in Daggerfall. But it does come close to Rose that matches her hair color

Pronouns: She / They / He / Heehee / No, nothing, better yet do not perceive her. She's invisible.

Age: 26

Race(s): Breton

Place of Origin: Daggerfall, High Rock

Pick A Theme Song For Them: Deep Water by American Authors

I mean Kisa got a playlist too but it's mildly depressing / will make you shake an angry fist against the world

✧✧✧ Locations

Where Did You Begin Their Game? Prison [gotta get the big broke akaviri dude out]

Where Are They Currently In Your Game? Riverwood. As you can see, I am not progressing marvelously XD

What Are They Doing There? Watching some brawlers hit each other over the big cooking pit

Homes? SEA DRAGON MOD HELL YEA

# of Locations Discovered? ???a

Dungeons Cleared: HOW COULD U COUNT THIS

Misc. Quests Completed: MISC QUEST BANE OF MY EXISTENCE - 0

Favorite Areas and/or Locations: The tavern, the inn, the indoors. Kisa is a lazybag at this point of the game. Kinda kidding, it's The Rift.

✧✧✧ Main Quest

Are They Dragonborn / Do They Know It At This Point? Yes / Yes

How Do They Feel About Being Dragonborn: *Geralt voice* Fuck

Main Quests Completed: storywise, none but in game it's already finished

Where Are They In The Main Story Line: out of Sovngarde and never coming back there worsties <3

Dragon Souls Absorbed: i cant count

Words of Power Learned: mmmm...many

Shouts Mastered: not more than 10

Favorite Shout: Unrelenting Force

✧✧✧ Combat

Most Used Weapon(s): SWORD. Dagger. Chain whips.

Combat Style: Fast and clean. She gets around in melee. She'll use range [bows and magic] as much as possible but her real preferences are knives. As for with group, Kisa's responsible with providing mass healing.

Armor Type / Level In It: Medium. Kisa's a toxic stam meta character XD

# of Training Sessions: Self-taught apparently. SOBS

Who Taught Them? Her parents taught her restoration. Her childhood friend's parents taught her other forms of magic and swordsmanship. They're all dead. She just kept mixing it with other techniques she picked up from years of surviving.

Favorite Enemy Type: Storywise None. She'll give up all the rewards waiting at the end of the road at record speed if somebody else claimed they can end the Dragon Crisis [haha Miraak you're in for a treat bitch]

Least Favorite Enemy Type: Spiders. Who in the right mind wants those spiky hairy limbs. [Looking at you Inigo.]

People Killed: Too many [also i didn't count oops]

Animals Killed: ENOUGH TO KEEP THEM ALIVE ;-; [There's game for everyone as what the poachers like to tell players]

Undead Killed: several... Too many in game though

Automatons Killed: look is this from the stat check in the game-

Daedra Killed: because I didn't check that before doing this 🤺 but she killed way too much in game. Kisa's a beast up close ✨

✧✧✧ Magic

Favorite School(s): Restoration

Conjuration Level: 40?

Destruction Level: 100

Enchanting Level: 31

Illusion Level: 20

Restoration Level: 100

Most Used Spell(s): Potent fire rune - she'll plant it in your face. Lightning storm - bc she's Sasuke

Spells Learned: ?? THERE ARE MOD POWERS SO IDK?? 😭

Items Enchanted: Kaidan's armor and Inigo's armor. No enchantments for you Lucien sowee

College of Winterhold Quests Completed: Yeess although not in the story.

Where Are They At In The Questline? Story wise, in Riverwood. As far away as possible. They do not interact.

Opinions on Magical Guilds (Arcane University, Winterhold, Psijics, Synod, Radiant Dark, etc.) Kisa is curious about what they can offer, although most of the higher ups are obviously interested in power and political leverage than knowledge itself. Kisa would warm up on the Winterhold College after being introduced to Tash [deenomilk's OC]

✧✧✧ Crime

Current Gold: 700 [shame! shame!]

How Did They Acquire Their Gold? Taking it from the unworthy!!!

Largest Bounty On Their Head: 0

For...? None. She's just good.

Current Bounty: 0

Locks Picked: Beyond counting. Or at least for me. I'm pea brained.

Jail Time: Does the alternate start scene counts?

Jail Escapes: NONE

Murders: She is judge jury executioner

Assaults: Look every other bandit camps assault her first so that's majority of Skyrim

Items Stolen: something that equals 700 gold and 1 year worth of ingredient supplies

Thieves Guild Quests Completed: Yes

Dark Brotherhood Quests Completed: Nope [Who is Aventus and how does Kisa not interact with him bc she doesn't like children. Kidding, im going to make her adopt him bc im evil]

Where Are They At In Those Questlines? None

✧✧✧ Relationships

Relationship Status: Emotionally unavailable but ready to throw hands with Kaidan for group lead

Current Companions: Kaidan, Lucien Flavius, Inigo, Auri, Rumarin, Khash the Argonian, Hjoromir, Gorr, look uh there's a lot..

Housecarls: None. Lydia is given an indefinite leave. Cats guard the place or whatever.

Friends (outside of party): Valgus, Vilja, Arissa, Anum-La, Zora fair-child, Qa'Dojo, Griffith, Nadina [Anna NPCs], Anduniel [Anna NPCs], Zorya [Anna NPCs], Darion [Anna NPCs], Xanthys, Jarek

Children: Blaise [no wait he's adopted oooohh aahhh]

Romantic Interest(s): Kaidan [No they're not enemies. Just highly competitive-wait guys put the knife down WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S ONLY ONE SPOT FOR LEADERSHIP]

Sexual Orientation: ??? if there's a hole—I MEAN NONBINARY.

✧✧✧ Religion

Pantheon: Mixed.

Patron Deity(ies): She's a Nightingale, but she's not a worshipper. Just have some contract with Nocturnal.

Daedric Quests Completed: The only one she hasn't done in game is uhh Boethiah bc i hate climbing shit man.

Aedric Quests Completed: Kyne, Dibella quests

How Devout Are They? Kisa used to be pretty faithful. Her parents were temple healers and an ally of Vigilants of Stendarr. Buuut well yea, Dagon cultists came to their home killed her parents and every worker in search for her and she was forced to mercy kill her own parents bc she wasn't skilled enough to close their wounds (and wants to avoid the enemy soul trapping them). Ran away with a few survivors to roam around for years and live in the wilderness until they also got ambushed in the end. So her faith, I'd say, is just way too broken.

How Do They Feel About Talos Worship? People are free to worship and believe in what or who they want. But Kisa isn't very interested in history of Divinity. She'll not involve herself in it simply because heaven and hell are beyond her control. But if she were to make a statement, it's not that she shares the hate for Talos—though given a glimpse in the past, she cannot see herself praising Talos, but she will not support the Thalmor's methods and current mindset either.

✧✧✧ Politics

Gray-Mane or Battle-Born? Who?

Stormcloaks or Imperials? Imperials. If she really had to pick.

Opinion on the Thalmor? *ring ring* Kisa would like to speak to her house founders who were part of the Aldmeri Dominion in 2E. Anyway, they're shit now. Given that they were the reason why she lost a vast amount of her memories, doesn't really put them in a good light. There might be good Thalmors, agents whose mindsets aren't as outdated but she's yet to come across one.

Opinion Of Ulfric Stormcloak? *chanting* jail his ass! jail his ass! For real, Kisa went to Solitude first. When they met the court, it was highly believed young king Emeric would have given Ulfric's propositions some thought. Instead he was quick to raise arms and rid Skyrim its High King. When asked, he only insisted it was the way. The way the way Kisa doesn't give a shit about this way or that way, the obvious result was it plunged the shitty state of the country into a shittier one. Now SHE'S the one on the field, healing soldiers of both factions, burying their dead and the casualties, literally dealing with it while Ulfric sits his ass on a throne of blind followers.

Opinion of The Empire? The empire is shit. But that's why she's there, begrudgingly doing the dirty work so they can make it less shittier. If that doesn't work, she'll do things on her own, whatever faction, none shall get in her way.

Civil War Quests Completed: all of it

✧✧✧ Personal

How Are They Doing? Need Some Juice? A Nap? A Hug? Don't ask Kisa that, they'll start crying ugly. She's not fine, will not be fine even if all of them persevered. She's destiny's precious plaything <3

Days Past In Game: lmao girls it's 4E 203 in my game dgqkdkfbf

Hours of Sleep: idk about kisa but im getting sweet seven hours of sleep every night thank you very much

Food Items Consumed: Haven't counted XD

How Many Playthroughs Have You Done With This Character: 20+ sorryyy

Overall How's Your Level Of Fun: This is by far the most committed glitchfest playthrough and I'm in tears at the clippings sometimes.

Must Have Mods To Play This Character (for story or other reasons): Apocalypse, Forgotten Magic, Andromeda, Thunderchild, Helgen Reborn, Second Great War, Legend of the Dragonborn, Ultimate Combat, Unleveler mods, OBIS, Follower mods such as Kaidan, Lucien Flavius, Inigo, Song of the green (Auri), 3DNPCs, Khash the argonian, Lucifer, aaand A Cat's Life (don't lie to me you guys want this)

Phew that's a LOT lmao thanks for tagging! @jessaryss why don't I bother @rcclouder to do his OCs, can be optional for your ESO ones since I know you're running a crack/AU playthrough of them in Skyrim 💖 (also lowkey @deenomilk if you have the spare time dhsjdj i sat this in the draft for 1 day)

Also everyone who wants, copy paste this thing or smth and go wild rambling abt your characters!

[forbidding-souda]

Kazuichi Souda, Mikan Tsumiki, Sayaka Maizono, Celestia Ludenberg, and Makoto Naegi with a simplistic S/O (PART 2)

ANON: “s/o, who doesn't really want to come home because having their basic needs satisfied without working for it is really just enough for them to be happy (unlike celestia, huh) & ranraro, nekomaru, nagito, teruteru, soda, mikan, sayaka, celestia and makoto. i guess, they will worry about apathiness of s/o when someone talks about past life or reasons to return, and think what they has problems in their live, but actually s/o just has so simple needs and philosophy. ...i hope it makes sense, eheheh”

Anyways this is so off topic but my friend makes music and he has a new music video out so if you’re bored or want to listen to music made by some lame chicago kid (hehe) you can go check out Bite My Lip by Teen Blush!!!!! He just got verified on Insta too it’s so rad.

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

You finished the project in a few days, a day after it was due.

During that time, you would rap at Kazuichi’s window at night. He would unlock it, open it, and grab ahold of your hand to help you through. In a box under his bed is where you fit the supplies.

Both of you, with the moon in the sky, work together on your solo project.

There are many distractions, of course, as there always is when you are with him. 

You always greet him with a smile. There’s something about how content you are with spending nights with him that ends up worrying him a bit. 

“Why don’t you do it at your house?” He asked you on the last day. The question had been bottled, and sizzled in his mind. Surely, it’s nothing bad. Maybe you just like seeing him.

“Meh. I like being here.”

You answered simply. He waited for a second. Wanting to see if you would continue. If you would elaborate more.

But you don’t.

“Why?”

“I guess I don’t feel the need to go home. It’s just whatever to me. Plus, you’re here, aren’t you?”

A blush forms on his cheeks before the words even settle in. 

By the seconds, you can see the worry clear from his eyes. Your cheeks even heat up a bit.

“Y-Yeah, I am here! You’re right.”

Mikan Tsumiki

Mikan looked at the piano with a hurried eye, slowly walking past the music room and near her classroom.

The echo of a string of notes calls to her, unhappy with her sudden shadow walking away.

You walk past me every morning. Your words ring through her head. 

Right.

She was surprised when you approached her, romantically even, always spending your time with her and never hesitating to listen to her when she spoke. 

And she did not complain about it in the slightest. She was very grateful for every second you spent with her. You are kind.

“A-Are you in here,” she asks after pushing the door open and looking inside. “Or have you already went to class.”

“I’m here to play you a song.”

“Really?” She says to you before you can play out the first triad. The muscles in your fingers relax, dancing over the notes with a touch as soft as a cloud, and playing from memory.

She sucks in a breathe, sitting next to you on the seat, loosely smiling.

“I recognize it. I used to hear it a lot when I was a kid.” It was a whisper. A small confession.

You both sit in the music room for another moment while the notes draw out. And you release your fingers, a short halt, and a quick silence.

Mikan cries out almost immediately, “I’m sorry!”

“What?” You say to her before turning to face her completely. “What are you apologizing for?”

At that, small tears form in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have said anything - I made you sad!”

I made you sad.

“Class starts soon,” you pull your sleeve back a bit to show her your watch, “that’s it. Why are you worried?”

She looks down, unwilling to meet your eyes. Jumping to conclusions, as always. Why must she overthink everything?

Sayaka Maizono

For the first time, she thought back to what you had been like when you both first met.

A lot more energetic. A lot more happy to be around her.

Maybe it’s the slow descent outside of the honeymoon phase. You became more... relaxed?

But it doesn’t seem like being relaxed. Maybe contentment?

Is that really such a bad thing?

In the moment, she feels like saying something. You are there - reading on the couch backstage, while she sits on the other side and watches her shows on the laptop. 

She scoots over. It’s not a hesitant process. Her blue hair piles up on your lap and works as a pillow for her head.

You stayed like that for a while before you look at each other, in unison.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask. “Is there anything?”

“You come to all of my concerts.”

Her voice was drawn-out, thinking as she spoke. You place your fingers on the page, though not closing the book.

She continues, “And you travel with me, too.”

It wasn’t a strange thing to you. Was it to her? You love the way she dances - the cute outfits she wears and the way they style her hair.

“Do you miss going home?”

Your gaze falls back to your book, where you close it and peer at the cover. Ordered straight from the library by your house. You never even checked when the due date was.

“No.” You answer. “I have no use, it’s fine, I can live my life anywhere I want.”

There is never a silent moment. Just the sound of the music playing as the audience pulls in.

A laugh escapes her lips. “That’s a good answer. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Celestia Ludenberg

You find a comfort in the hotel bed as you plop down on it. Celes grins at the childish nature. In her hand is one bag, a makeup one, while you were the one to drag the rest. You stare around the room. It’s very pretty. And you didn’t even have to pay for it. People were offering to have her travel for her little gambling. 

“It’s very pretty.” You say to her. “Feels very safe. Very comfortable.”

She smiles back to you. “Then I’m glad I took you with me.”

“And here I was thinking it was so I could be your personal butler.” You laugh softly, staring at her back in some sort of awe, and the butterflies fly back into your stomach. All you can do is smile quietly to yourself while she examines herself in the mirror.

You got to eat dinner alone with her that night. You drink water out of fancy wine glasses, feeling almost like royalty. She wanted to sleep early, though, as if she had to wake up early.

“How long will you stay up?” She asks. Her tired eyes glance up at you.

“No longer. Here, scoot over, I’ll crawl in with you.”

Her skin looks pale in the darkness. Like a doll. Thin and content. Reminds you of when she would cuddle into your chest, listening to your breathes. She’s not as cuddly anymore. 

“It makes me happy to know you like the room.” She whispers, her red nails running up your arm. “I wanted something... pleasant for you.”

Something pleasant. How calming.

“I appreciate it, Celestia.” 

Makoto Naegi

There was no huge party. No balloons tied to your desk and no presents lining down the hall.

No one even knew it was your birthday. 

And that was no accident.

You didn’t tell anyone.

The day was like any other. Maybe a little better than most days. Everyone seemed happier. More filled with joy and more content with being at school. It’s like the universe was giving you a treat. 

Makoto remembered your birthday, of course he did, but waited until after school to take you to a bakery. All day he was waiting for someone to bring it up. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” He asks on the way, scratching the back of his neck. Was it an intrusive question? He’s positive that if it was - you would correct him.

You answered simply, however. “I don’t need a big celebration, Makoto. This is fine. This is all I want.”

The door rings while you push it open, and the smell of treats overtakes your senses.

[ask-rwby-multishipper]

The happy huntresses should join for a short while! (You could trade them out with four current people so it won't be too many)

((Hmm something like this maybe...?))

Ruby, running into Coco in the hallway: Hey, Coco!

Coco: ‘Sup, Rose.

Velvet, from behind Coco: Hi!

Ruby: Hi Vel! *notices their suitcases* Wait, are you two going somewhere?

Coco: Yep. It’s that student exchange program, the one Goodwitch talked about in combat training last week? We’re exchanging with half a team from Atlas Academy for a week.

Ruby: Oh! So you’re going to Atlas? That’s so cool!

Velvet, chuckling: Yeah. It’s been so long since I’ve visited.

Coco: We’re going to hit so many of those high-end shopping spots on Atlas, don’t be surprised if I come back with a completely new wardrobe.

Velvet: That, and we’re gonna visit my dad!

Coco: Oh yeah! That too.

Velvet: He’s gonna love Coco. *grins*

Coco, chuckling nervously: So, yep. Hopefully the students we’re exchanging with won’t be, you know...stereotypical Atlas snobs.

Ruby: Hm, well I hope you too have fun! We’ll miss you.

Velvet: Aww!

Coco, patting Ruby’s head: It’s only for a week, little Rose.

Ruby: Yeah but... ��👈 You two are a lot of fun to be around and so I’ll just miss you, ya know?

Velvet: AWWW!

Coco, snickering: We’ll miss you too, Ruby. *kisses her forehead*

Ruby: 🥰🥰🥰

Coco: Let us know how things go without us! *continues on down the hall*

Velvet: Hopefully our exchanges get along fine with Fox and Yatsu. *stops in front of Ruby and kisses her cheek* Keep us updated, okay?

Ruby: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Velvet: Ruby?

Ruby: Oh! Yeah yeah, I’ll text you two every day!

Velvet, giggling: Good. Don’t have too much fun without us.

Ruby: I could say the same for you two.

Velvet, smiling at her: See you again soon, Ruby.

Ruby: Bye!

The next day...

Yang: Welcome to Beacon, exchange students! I’m Yang and I’ll be your student guide today! I’ll be giving you all a quick tour of campus before your orientation with Professor Goodwitch. Any questions?

May, raising her hand: Why is it so fricking hot in Vale?

Yang, snickering: It’s only, like, 27 degrees.

May, slouching forward: And that‘s just normal here?

Fiona, patting her shoulder: Poor May. Never been this far south.

Yang: Don’t worry, once you get fitted for Beacon uniforms, it’ll get better. *gestures at her own uniform* The material is quite light and surprisingly breathable.

May: Wearing a miniskirt probably helps.

Yang, winking at her: Sure does. *finger guns*

May: ???

Fiona: So when do we meet our new teams?

Yang: After orientation. But first, I gotta give you all the tour. *checks the time* In fact, we should get moving.

May: Got a schedule to keep?

Yang: Well, let’s just say if I haven’t finished the tour in time, this act of service won’t count and I’ll just end up in detention again. Which would suck.

Fiona: So...this is just an alternative to detention for you?

May, chuckling: Quite the representative of the academy, huh?

Yang: Hey, I’ll have you know that my grades are fantastic and my combat skills are unmatched. I just...sometimes get carried away with pranks and stuff.

May: Pranks?

Yang: In my defense, they were dares.

Fiona: Dares?

Yang: Oh yeah... *chuckles* I’ll tell you two about that later. Anyway, onward with the tour!

May and Fiona glance at each other, then follow Yang towards campus.

That evening...

Yang, poking her head into Team RWBY’s dorm: Hey, guess what!

Ruby: What?

Yang: You know that exchange thing that Coco and Velvet went on?

Weiss: Yeah?

Yang: Well their exchange students are taking their places in our game while they’re here!

Ruby, gasping: Really?

Yang: Yep! *steps aside, revealing Fiona and May* Meet Fiona Thyme and May Marigold from Atlas!

Fiona, waving: Hi!

May: Yo.

Ruby: OMG! *runs up to Fiona* Your hair is so fluffy!

Fiona, blushing: Eheheh, thank you.

Ruby: I’m Ruby!

Fiona, shaking her hand: It’s lovely to meet you, Ruby!

Weiss, blinking: Wait, Marigold?

May, nodding: Weiss Schnee. You...probably know my family.

Weiss: Indeed. So what’re you doing here?

May: Uhm, same as you? I wanted to get away from Atlas.

Weiss: That’s fair.

May: *stares*

Weiss: *stares*

May: ...

Weiss, blushing: Uhm...

Ruby, looking up at May: Hello!

May: Hi, Ruby. You enjoying my teammate’s hair?

Ruby, floofing Fiona’s fluff: Yes, a lot.

Fiona: *pleasant sigh* 😌

Fiona and May join the game for a while!

[obsessivestar]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 10: ~One Day At A Time~

Summary: Waking up beside such a handsome man feels nice...

Warnings: Pure fluff

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'324

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

You woke up a couple hours later, noticing that the sun was going down. Did you really sleep for that long? Damn. He really knocked you out, huh? Speaking of which...

You realized you were sleeping on your side, facing away from him. You could feel one of his arms lazily around your side. You were surprised he was still in bed with you. It felt...nice.

You turn around to face him, seeing that he was already awake. You blushed a bit, seeing a somewhat surprised, yet pleasant expression on his face. Had he been watching you, or dare I say: admiring you?

"I was worried you were going to sleep all day again.." He joked with a soft chuckle.

You laid on your other side so you could look at him, bashfully covering your chest with the blankets.

"I...Holy shit.." Was all you could say after a moment, making him wince and give another soft, yet confused chuckle.

"Everything alright?.." He asked you, making you blink a bit and return a little chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just.." You blushed. "...Can't believe we...did that..u-unless we've just been sleeping here naked and I was dreaming.."

"No, we definitely slept together. You don't make those loud noises when you sleep.." Tom gave you a charming smile, making your face practically go red.

"Oh my God.." You covered your eyes a bit, hearing his little laugh. You felt him scoot closer, uncovering your eyes to look at him. His eyes were so blue...and dreamy.

You couldn't help yourself. You leaned in close and gently pressed your lips against his, and he kissed you back without hesitation, placing a hand on your cheek to caress it. After a moment, he pulled back to gaze at you, your noses just barely nuzzling one another.

You had a quiet little moment together. You were thinking about how warm he was, and he was thinking about how cute you looked all content and comfortable. He liked seeing you content. Seeing you panic from the house mix up a couple days ago made him feel a strange urge to take care of you. He just wanted to bundle you up and hide you from all the stress in the world. He wasn't exactly sure how to make that known without sounding obsessed or crazy, though. He didn't want to scare you away.

"S-So..." You muttered a bit, his eyes fixed on you. He probably knew what you were about to say.

"...Where does this go?.."

He gave a little sigh. "It can go wherever you want.." He replied with a soft smile. "I'm hoping to be a good host. That means I cater to whatever needs you may have.." He gave a slight purr, his eyes visibly darkening because of his iris. His eyes do that when he's being charming and suggestive. It must be a seduction thing.

"Cater to my needs?" You repeated with a slight chuckle. "And am I the first guest you've treated this way?.." You asked, though you felt slightly guilty for asking. You've been down this road before, where it's all lust and excitement, until you grow feelings and they just throw you aside.

You didn't think Tom was that type, but you couldn't help but put your defenses up.

"Well, You're the first female guest I've ever housed.." Tom joked with a smile. "But I won't avoid the question. Yes, you're the only girl I've treated this way that I haven't dated.."

"That you haven't dated.." You repeated it, just making sure that's what he said. "How come you're hesitant to jump straight to dating?" You asked curiously, raising a brow.

"Because I've only known you for barely a couple weeks..." Tom smirked a bit, his one hand slowly feeling your side. "But...I feel this strange magnetic attraction towards you...like I need you close every couple days.."

"Yet you've only known me for barely a couple weeks.." You repeated what he said again, making him chuckle a bit.

"Well, after our first little date and our chat in my hotel room, I...couldn't get you out of my head." Tom admitted. "I managed to watch some of your old stream highlight videos. I liked listening to you laugh and panic over what you were playing. It just made me feel...gravitated towards you."

You knew exactly how he felt.

Literally.

Exactly.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could explain this better." He glanced down with a shy smile.

"No, I understand completely what you're trying to say.." You admitted with a warm smile, giving him a light nuzzle.

"We can take it one day at a time, and not worry about any labels, if you'd prefer.." You offered. You looked back into his light, warm looking eyes. You could stare into his eyes for hours. Maybe even forever, if it was humanely possible.

"One day at a time, then.." He gave a little nod, looking into your eyes as well.

You were a little worried about what not having a label exactly meant. Does that mean you two just fool around, but can still be with other people? You don't exactly have anyone lining up to sleep with you, but you were almost sure there was a line up for Tom, whether he recognized it or not.

Then again, he didn't seem like the fling type. Neither were you

You wrapped an arm around him, curiously looking at all of the little freckles on his arm and just around his collarbone. They're cute.

"You watched my highlight videos?" You asked with a big smile. That was really sweet of him to do.

"I did. You're very entertaining. You kept my attention rather well, even though video game streams are not usually something I watch.."

"Did I tell you I watched Crimson Peak with my friend?" You asked him, seeing another pleasant surprise on his face.

"You did not!" He gave a bright smile. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh my God, I cried." You admitted, placing a hand on your covered chest. "I was literally sobbing from the ending.."

"Oh my, I'm terribly sorry.." He chuckled, nuzzling your nose a bit again.

"Sorry for what? Being an amazing actor?" You joked, earning another little laugh from Tom.

"I suppose so!" He nodded with an iconic little 'ehehehe'.

"I wanna watch more of your movies, honestly.." You admitted, scooting a little closer.

"Of my movies?" Tom repeated with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, Like High-Rise and The Deep Blue Sea.." You gave a slight nod.

"We can watch High-Rise tomorrow night, if you'd like." Tom offered with a warm smile. "It's quite an artsy sort of film. Would be entertaining to see your reaction."

"Sounds fun to me. I could grab some snacks while I'm out tomorrow. A movie is boring without snacks."

"So long as it's at least somewhat healthy." Tom replied. "I still want to stay in shape for this film. We start filming in less than a week.."

"Oh God, I nearly forgot.." You admitted with a little chuckle. Thank good you've been reading the script on and off since you got here. You've memorized most of your beginning lines and scenes, and since a lot of time is supposed to go by in the film, there will be frequent breaks to let you and Tom grow your hair out. You were curious as to how Tom looks in a beard.

"Sounds like a nice 3rd date." You smiled, seeing him gave a slight shake of the head.

"I want our 3rd date to be even bigger and even better." Tom replied, gently taking one of your hands.

"Can't wait for that too, then.." You gave a slight chuckle, blushing as he kissed the back of your hand.

He's so dreamy.

Can't believe you fuckin' slept with Tom Hiddleston.

What if you sleep with him again??

[the-nagakenny-archives]

Trust Exercises

Here’s a short little tale about me helping my pal Dr. Jim trust me a bit better~

For Dr. James Mathew Combi, trust was not something that came easily to him. Where he came from, if you put your trust in the wrong person, you were liable to wind up dead, so it was really best not to trust anybody--especially when having a band of corporate ninjas hunting you down was a commonplace occurrence in your life.    And yet here he was, deep in the heart of some uncharted, godforsaken jungle, allowing himself to be led around blind-folded by a half man-half snake creature with questionable intentions.    It wasn't as though it was a terrible thing, though. Dr. Jim had first encountered the mischievous creature while he had been gathering samples of the jungle flora for research purposes, and he had been subjected to his incredibly strange yet fascinating powers. The creature, called 'Kenny' by his own assertion, had become something of a friend to him, as he assisted him in his research of the powers he possessed, and the practical uses they could potentially have. Of course, this also meant having to deal with the creature's playful and decidedly devious personality at times. In truth, he could be sort of trying on the nerves.    "Er, what exactly is the meaning of this, Kenneth?" Dr. Jim asked. Presently, the big naga had surprised him by wrapping his tail around his eyes, and after a failed attempt at trying to push the tail off he was trying to feel his way around without bumping into anything, feeling a little disoriented.        "You'll see!" Kenny said cheerily from somewhere behind him. "Well, not literally, of course. But it's going to help a lot, I promise!"    "Help a lot? In what way?"    "Hold on, stop moving a sec!" Kenny said with a chuckle. He sort of reined Dr. Jim in, pulling him gently with his tail. "These are trust exercises, so you have to trust me to guide you around."    "Oh dear, erm...is that what you have planned?" Dr. Jim laughed nervously. "F-Forgive me, but I'm not quite sure that's--"    "Shush!" Dr. Jim couldn't see him, but he could hear the naga's mischievous grin in his voice. "Okay, here we go, first trust exercise of the day: you walk blind-folded and I'll direct you around obstacles. On your mark, get set, go!"    Dr. Jim sighed with a resigned slump of his shoulders. "Fine fine, alright alright." He began to walk slowly forward, his hands coming up instinctively to feel around with.    "Ah ah ah! Hands down!" Kenny lilted scoldingly. "You're supposed to trust me, remember?"    "What? Oh." Dr. Jim lowered his arms. "Er, yes, but...Kenneth, honestly, I don't see how trust exercises are going to help me in my research."    "But this is research, kinda!" Kenny's voice took on a deep, important-sounding tone. "Research of beneficial naga and human relationships!" Kenny chuckled, his tail adjusting itself a bit over Dr. Jim's eyes. "Now c'mon, let's walk!"    "Hmm, well...perhaps you do have a point at that, Kenneth," Dr. Jim mused, suddenly intrigued. "If this experiment--er, exercise--is successful, I suppose it could not only strengthen our bond, but also provide a little more insight into--aah!" He was surprised by another soft tug of Kenny's tail. "Alright alright alright, I'm walking!" Dr. Jim began to amble cautiously forward.        "Okay! Now turn sliiiiightly to your right...good!" Kenny's voice guided him from close behind. "Oops, duck your head there a little, there's a low-hanging branch...great!"   It was a strange experience, having Kenny dictate to him which way to go as though he were a vehicle to be piloted, but Dr. Jim decided after a time that, while it was a trifle frustrating and unnerving that he couldn't see where he was going, it wasn't so bad; after all, Kenny wasn't trying anything cheeky, like purposefully walking him into trees or lakes and the like.    "Okay, now, keep walking....keep walking....eheheh, that's it, keep going...."        Now it seemed to Dr. Jim that Kenny was trying to hold back a fit of giggles while he spoke, and his sureness promptly went up in a flame of suspicion. "Kenneth....just where exactly are you leading me?" Dr. Jim asked warily. Indeed, as he stepped forward, the ground seemed to subtly change beneath his feet. He couldn't quite put his finger on how, though.    "Just keep going, you're doing great," Kenny lilted playfully. He sounded closer now....and slightly above him? Dr. Jim's heart gave a nasty start. If his suspicions were correct....He stopped in his tracks abruptly, and to his horror, the ground underneath him moved a little.    "K-Kenneth, surely you aren't t-taking me up into the trees?!" he exclaimed worriedly. A sudden onset of vertigo caused him to wobble unsteadily on his feet, and he fell forward onto his face. Instead of being leafy and somewhat damp, the ground was scaly and warm--Kenny's tail. He was being elevated slowly into the air. "O-Oh my word! What are you doing?!" He clung to Kenny's thick coil for dear life.    "Relax, doc," Kenny purred slyly. He sounded like he was right in front of him now. "Just trust me, okay?"    "Trust you?! You know very well that I can't abide heights! Ohdearohsweetmercy!" Dr. Jim squeaked a little in panic as he was deposited on what felt like a very thick tree branch. Kenny had done this kind of thing to him before, but at the time it had been an innocent gesture as he was unaware of Dr. Jim's fear. Now it was clear Kenny was up to something. Thank heavens he still couldn't see anything; the tip of Kenny's tail was still firmly curled around his face. "Kenneth, what on Earth is the meaning of this?!"    Kenny chuckled playfully. That chuckle was always a bad sign; usually it accompanied something mischievous, and Dr. Jim had a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach. He giggled nervously as he tried to push Kenny's coil from around his head, grunting from the effort. Heights or no, he wasn't really sure he wanted to be blindfolded at the moment. "N-Now, Kenneth, ngh! I th-thought we had agreed after last time that nngh! my feet must remain f-firmly on solid g-ground," he reminded him. "I must say, th-this is most irregular."    "No no, this is all part of the exercises," Kenny lilted gently. "You've got nothing to worry about, just as long as you trust me. Now, let's move on to the next one."    "O-Oh? N-Next one, you say?" Dr. Jim gulped. "I do hope very dearly that it has nothing to do with climbing higher up....this.......tree....?"    Kenny's tail slid slowly down from Dr. Jim's eyes as he spoke, and his first instinct was to squint and blink against the harsh daylight that shone into his eyes once again. Then they widened in surprise; Kenny was directly in front of him, his dark brown eyes looming large in his vision.    "Exercise number two," he purred sweetly. "Maintaining eye contact."    "Ah!" Sensing what was about to happen, Dr. Jim immediately squeezed his eyes shut, covered his face with his arms and turned his face away. "N-Now now Kenneth, I know what you're up to, and I think it would be best if we--"    "Know what I'm up to?" Kenny sounded positively astounded and a bit hurt--though there was a subtle hint of amusement to his voice. "Why, whatever do you mean by that?" The naga's tail curled playfully around Dr. Jim's shoulders, like someone throwing their arm around their comrade. "Come on, doc, we're friends....you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you. You're safe in this tree, while you're up here with me." He uttered this last part in a sweet, lilting voice.        Dr. Jim tentatively opened one of his eyes and peeked over the side of his arm. "Y-Yes, I suppose we are friends, true enough. B-But...But Kenneth..."    Kenny's face broke into a smile that was compassionately sly. "And what do friends do, hmm?" he purred softly. The coil around Dr. Jim's shoulders pulled him gently closer, turning his body to face him. "They trust each other, right?"      The tone of Kenny's voice caused Dr. Jim to drop his guard a little. His arms began to slowly fall away from his face. "Well....yes," he replied hesitantly.    Kenny chuckled a little, and leaned his face down closer, the tip of his large nose touching Dr. Jim's. "Then....you can look me in the eyes," he lilted slyly. His eyes held Dr. Jim's gaze and filled with dazzling ripples of color, a display that Dr. Jim was all too familiar with. Dr. Jim briefly tried to tear his eyes away, uttering a quiet little whine of protest in his throat, but he found himself caught up in the colorful hypnotic display regardless. He stared back into Kenny's eyes, transfixed.    "Yeah, that's good, doc. Just relax. You're doing great," Kenny crooned softly in encouragement. "Try to look as looonnnng as possible." The colors swirled and rippled soothingly.    "Mmh....mmkay," Dr. Jim murmured softly. His eyes had already begun to form colors of their own, rippling sluggishly. The longer he looked, he could feel the effects of Kenneth's power settling into him; a calm, pleasant feeling of emptiness in his mind, followed by an enchanting drowsiness. "Hmh, a-as....as long as...." His eyes drooped a little, wanting to close, but the lids sprang back up. "Puh...poss'ble...."    "Yesssss, that's right," Kenny hissed sweetly. He cocked his head slightly to the side, never breaking eye contact with him while he spoke. "Well, what do you say, doc? I think you passed this test with flying colors, don't you?" He chuckled, quite pleased with himself. "Geddit? Colors."    Dr. Jim giggled a little, though it was less from the pun and more from the euphoric drowsiness he was experiencing. "Y-Yes....lovely colors," he sighed sleepily.    Kenny chuckled again and slowly leaned away from him, the colors retreating from his eyes. His tail, seemingly with a life of its own, went about fixing Dr. Jim's slightly disheveled state--it carefully smoothed out his lab jacket, curled doubly around his necktie and pulled it a little tighter, and then slightly nudged him in the back to get him to stand up a bit straighter, as he was beginning to slump. Then it gently gave Dr. Jim's dark, curly hair a few strokes before retreating.    "Now then," Kenny crooned softly, "close your eyes and follow my voice."    This time, Dr. Jim did not hesitate and felt no fear, despite the tremendous height; he slowly closed his eyes, and began to move forward, letting Kenneth's voice be his guide. His steps were slow, like a sleepwalker's, but they were much surer than they had been before. He felt so calm and relaxed.    Kenny began to sing to him in a warm, low voice--the kind of voice that reminded Dr. Jim of lazy summer afternoons and the soporific peace they brought with them. The corners of his mouth turned up subconsciously into a smile; he'd always been a sucker for a wonderful singing voice, male or female.    "Follow me, through the trees    You can step wherever you please    And for this walk I recommend    You put your trusssssst in me, my friend~"    Dr. Jim seemed to walk across the branch with the ease of a tightrope walker; not once did he stagger or go off balance. And when the branch ended, Kenny's thick tail was there to act as a bridge so he wouldn't go stepping off into space. It dipped slightly, carrying him over the gap to the next branch, depositing him safely on the other side, where he continued his dreamy stroll through the jungle canopy. Dr. Jim's eyes were closed, but his other senses seemed to be heightened as a result, possibly also from Kenneth's induction; he could feel the pleasant coolness of shady eaves, smell the rich green earthiness of the leaves and vines, and of course, hear the sweet song that beckoned him further through the treetops, with Kenny's coils helping him along the way.    "Listen close, follow me    Have faith in our camaraderie    For should you take a step and fall--"    At this, Dr. Jim took a step, and walked into pure thin air. But there was no sudden jolt of fear as he began to drop into empty space; his heart didn't fly up into his throat with sudden surprise. He didn't even open his eyes, nor change his dreamy smile. He trusted Kenny. He was safe.    And sure enough, his short fall was broken by the presence of smooth warm coils, coils that wrapped around him gently and securely. He sighed softly at their familiarity, snuggling into them as they swaddled his body.    "--I'm here to catch you, after all~"    Kenny's lilting voice ended the verse close to his ear with a little chuckle. "How was that, doc?" he asked cheerily. "Wasn't that fun?"    "Mmmh? O-Oh, yes...puh...posh...itively..." Dr. Jim suddenly gave an extended, happy yawn, interrupting his slurry murmur. He had already been close to dozing before thanks to the effects of Kenneth's powers, and now that he was in the comfortable confines of Kenny's coils, he couldn't help but begin to feel incredibly sleepy. "Oooh, eheh....s-sorry..."    "No no, that's all right," Kenny purred gently. "You've had a long day. You should get some rest. You deserve it."    The coils settled into a comfortable nook in the treetops, shifting so that Dr. Jim was laying on his back against them, a few coils draped over him for good measure. Dr. Jim felt his friend begin to pet his hair softly, and he uttered a faint noise of contentment as he began to slip slowly into the peaceful oblivion of sleep. Much like trust, sleep was something else that did not usually come easily to him; he suffered from extreme insomnia most days. But now, with Kenny's help, he was falling smoothly and swiftly.    "Ressssssst now, doc.....Ssssssssleeeeep...."    Kenny's sweet, hissing whisper followed him down into the serene darkness, and he went to sleep feeling good about how the day's events had gone, with Kennys coils cuddling all around him.

[anotherler]

Time for more LQ notes! I read probably...40 pages if not more yesterday and the night before that so I’m taking a little break cause I got emotional but I still have tons of notes to post and I have been dividing them up so that the lists aren’t too long. I’ve also got some longer notes because I really like to think about this blog.  I probably should have mentioned this earlier but yeah...spoilers for ALL of LQ’s blog because i’m taking into account past and present posts.

This one has some of the longest notes in it and it ends at page 24 of his blog.

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

186. LQ seems to be feeling peachy keen ehehehe

187. The quality of LQ’s eyesight it somewhat correlated with seeing the truth or seeing clearly…so to speak…or quite frankly in a completely litteral sense.

188. LQ KNOWS ABOUT THE HAIRDRESSING BLENDER RUMOUR ABORT ABORT

189. (Also I understand forgetting of/being sick of drawing glasses.)

190. Blood faucet

191. Ah yes. Stove’s bestest friend; Oven…heheh.

192. In nightmares. In the distance…a hazy silhouette. No wonder LQ is so terrified of his dreams. Does he know that other guy is there? (Also I love ‘Ending’ by Ellie Goulding that’s an amazing song for LQ) Another thing of note is how LQ just sits there with his hands on his head. I wonder how he feels when he’s there. Is it a reminder of a part of him that literally died away?

193. LQ dabbles in the ancient language of magic anon..without success. Gosh that’s so meta.

194. LQ doesn’t really seem to think there is much of a difference whether he’s female or not. He’s pretty much right about that if you ask me.

195. Oh LQ :” D

196. The tags on the “static explanation” post are golden

197. LQ talks about his mom and boy does it hurt.

198: LQ sorta seems to prefer his female form in some ways…then again it’s really tricky to nail down. Such is gender, honestly.

199. LQ is very self aware and rather smart so it’s hard to believe him when he says he’s an idiot and doesn’t understand himself. But I do get that you can never full understand yourself.

200. LQ confirms that he really really didn’t take the surprise of being an aftermath well and that’s probably how he got all those injuries…he’s also been screaming in his sleep. As to whether or not he’s saying any additional thing is…hrm. Perhaps at this point he already knows about HQ and it’s just something he kept hidden from his followers. Considering it seems as though his dreams are composed of a bloody wasteland…why would he have any other reason to scream.  Just a theory.

201. I really appreciate LQ admitting he feels cowardly and going at his own pace. It’s good for him to take it slow but dangerous I suppose to sorta fall back into stagnancy. It’s a feeling that’s easy to recognize…

202. Be NICE to LQ he’s trying his best!!!!

203. Swiggity swall what’s with that pink ball…in his tags he mentions colossal con…hmmm. If LQ really did win that ball then maybe he’s so happy about it because it was a little victory.

204. LQ is immortal; on account of peaches

205. HQ is probably one of the best kept secrets on this blog because to my understanding, the concept for HQ has been around far longer than HQ has been present. I wonder if LQ’s laughter and words and sudden duality were because of HQ. LQ does mention being tired and he appears to be falling asleep and his head hurts so hm…hmmm

206. THIS PART!!! THIS PART!!!!!!

207. I’ve got a sense of déjà vu at this part cause there was a drawing of LQ facing to the left where it’s dark and his eyes were obscured and here it is again…but not quite the same. Just a second while I locate that other one….yup, page 52. LQ addresses his name and how he got it.

208. VALLEY/ONCIE LQ!!!!

209. No static on LQ but static on trees

210. TBH I love LQ’s once-ler story like all the other parts of it too like his valley days and boy did I want to see him at the height of his business but he did sorta act like he was at the start of the blog…but I get the sense it woulda been a bit different.

211. The illustrations in this part of the blog are so beautiful too. There are tons of other really notable areas but you can’t help but admire the complexity and the bright colours.

212. Interrupting your pleasant flashback to remind you of how much deep shit you’re in!!!

213. So LQ totally knew what was gonna happen and did it anyways…could he have even avoided this?

214. So I can see what makes LQ so bad. He talks about yelling at people, took his brothers for granted, calls people fuckers and idiots when he’s mad and I get the impression that with his delusions of grandeur he milked his success for all it was worth and used that time as an opportunity to feel superior and successful for once and quite simply give himself whatever it was he wanted for some time. Allowing himself to act however he wanted too. You get hints about this kind of demeanor throughout the blog, especially when he’s upset. But frankly, I think he’s been upset this whole time thinking about how nothing could change, how he couldn’t change anything about what direction he was going in because he really didn’t think he could. And then he slipped up and lost the seed. His last hope to not be a fuckup and come out as somewhat of a hero in the end despite how he acted. He probably didn’t think it would matter back then. The way he talks while holding the seed just oozes with selfishness. This part is really fucking sad. Plus a lot of it plays out in LQ’s mind: what others think of him. He doesn’t seem to believe that love can be unconditional that one day if you appear to be shitty enough people will leave and he braces himself for that constantly. This note is long, but this is a very important part of his story and a clear view of his past.

215. I’ve said it once. I’ll say it again. I FUCKING LOVE HQ. I love how he…antagonizes and challenges LQ. I love his charismatic way of speaking. I love his energy. He’s wild. He does sometimes refer to LQ as separate. How could he not? They ARE separate. HQ tends to aggressively oppose everything LQ does and I wonder what caused HQ to exist. Is this what LQ wanted?

216. IT HIM. I also really like how his reveal is dragged out like…who IS this guy. Who is he??? Is it LQ talking holy shit theres two of him??????

217. Me, forgetting how long HQ’s cape actually is: SHI T (also it looks really good long oh my god how did I not realize it was long?????????)

218. Well…so that’s why LQ’s mother started to avoid him and never spurred him on. She knew that Once-lers were bound to fail. I kinda wonder if that notion of failiure caused LQ to think less of himself...oh, probably.

219: So HQ is pretty much kinda like LQ’s…”true self” (insert persona joke here I suppose) so it makes sense for him to insult the followers as much as he does because LQ was probably holding his tongue somewhat. But HQ kinda takes LQ’s…truthfulness and bumps it up to 50 so in a case where LQ is mildly irrated, HQ just amplifies it to a screaming fit till it’s impossible to ignore or shrug off. LQ also perceives himself to be rather horrible and HQ definitely drives that peg in.

220. LQ was apparently distrustful and managed most of the tasks of business on his own and not very well either. Comparing this to previous things he’s  said , suddenly it doesn’t add up. A while back he mentioned that he shouldn’t HAVE to work because he is CEO but I think maybe he just didn’t want to get the credit for running his business so badly. Not to mention he had widely forgotten things back then.

221. Frankly when HQ is calm it’s really hard to discern him from LQ and he does. Get really calm at some point. I could picture LQ saying these exact things in previous posts. LQ doesn’t always lie, afterall. And HQ is not as much unlike LQ as people would think. But HQ kinda is a separate school of thought. I guess some part of LQ really wanted to be honest about everything and say everything that was on his mind and not hold it in anymore.

222. Wow. LQ really knows his METAphysics. (As in he understands perception of reality quite well.)

223. LQ is pretty much aware of everything you do. All your lewd questions, all your ships, everything. He just keeps his mouth shut because…common courtesy, eh? Even if talking about these things makes him ache. And just the way LQ defends this  makes personal sense to him. He believes that since he has an askblog people have the right to ask him whatever they want and he can’t be too mad at them cause otherwise he wouldn’t be running it properly. Never the less, it hurts and though the hints are there throughout the blog, HQ makes it painfully obvious here and then. And he gets really mad too, so LQ is clearly rather mad and fed up with it himself. LQ also mentions that he never should have..what? Talked about it? Yelled at his followers? Questions.

224. Okay, also now that I’ve read his blog through I really understand how LQ and HQ are one in the same because I remember all the ways that LQ has acted in the past and making these notes expanded my understanding. Perhaps the most unprecedented thing about the blog is how the followers are going to react and the majority of them seem to think there is no way that he and HQ are one in the same.

225: HQ sorta explains that why he’s there is so that the truth wouldn’t be coming from LQ himself. HQ’s kinda like a scapegoat.

226: LQ honestly does inflict a lot of punishment on himself.

227. Static Oncie was attacked by LQ because he stood for the hope of not messing up for good and LQ didn’t think he had made any mistakes. Static Oncie continues to be an enigma, however…I’m still trying to figure him out.

228. Shout out to Corv who kept LQ alive by feeding him like a mother bird. Good bird man.

229. Shout out to Mori for everything so far because it’s still fucking amazing!!!

230. LQ looks super adorable with suspenders. I really like them ^^ And yeah LQ you’ve come a long way since you’re not as pale as the sheet you were wearing on Halloween anymore.

231. Well, LQ honestly explains it well saying that some part of him probably got mad at him for not taking charge or a sense that when wandering in his thoughts they took control.

232. It’s pretty hard for LQ to have to push himself to face what he’s done and remember it when it hurts so much. But the latter isn’t exactly good for long either. It seems hard for him to find the right way of going about things.

233. From this angle you can see that LQ’s wall has blood on it and it’s only more obvious by how the static gathers in front of it.

234. GLOVE PARTY

235. Nice Stove cosplay

236. LQ seems to have a strong aversion to the colour black.

237. I love it when LQ tries to be spooky hehehe~

238. rainbow gloves are amazing gloves

239. HQ’s back! And LQ is intitially being a bit of a good sport about it it seems.

240. Again, this part is rather hard to read. Litterally because most of it is supposed to be obscured. Frankly…what I’m starting to understand about HQ is he’s the part of LQ that wants to improve to some degree. What other reason would he have to be so honest? He also reacts in shock to LQ not responding in the light of holding a knife up to his own throat. HQ also tends to plead and question the other side of him. It hadn’t occurred to me but among many of my thoughts HQ is kinda like a manifestation of survival too. He’s aggressive as a last resort. He kinda acts out of turn and does whatever he has to do and overtime he just never gives up. He keeps trying different things and I think it might be for the sake of trying to get better. What would it be alternatively? Punishment? Later posts really nail that notion in, if you ask me.

241: It really fills me with warmth to remember how Mori decided to update LQ on my birthday. It meant so much to me UuU it still does

242. Peach farmin’

243. I only have oen thing….to say……..8 >

244. The first time my dumb butt decided to come off anon and talk to LQ eeee :”D Kinda fucking weird that I’m such a fangirl ahahaha…ah well LQ would probably understand. As would…most people.

245. I kinda wonder if LQ doesn’t want visitors and doesn’t want to leave moreso on the basis that he’s scared of being judged and hurt by others as opposed to “Oh I’m an aftermath and that’s just what I do.”

246. LQ claims that he met HQ when everyone first saw him.  I had another theory but maybe LQ is telling the truth here too…or is he? Did he maybe just not know what was going on until HQ truly stepped in?

247. LQ is convinced that he’s not a good person. Is he really as bad as he says? That’s almost never the case.

248. It does seem like HQ and LQ can feel different things at the same time so it’s quite likely a sort of split personality conundrum

249. I am still really sad about the history surrounding LQ and his real name.

250. Honestly it’s so cruel that LQ can’t really keep anything to himself. But there is that entire dilemma of wanting to know something someone won’t tell you. Of just being curious an then having that curiosity satisfied. Sorta the nature of an askblog and opening yourself up for questions, isn’t it?