#bxhl

totally-on-munday asks

3. Which of your ships on this blog is the fluffiest?

i don’t know if it is considered fluffy a lot of the time (well maybe it is in its own way), but the ship we have together is definitely the most developed i have and it has truly stolen my heart.

5. Have you made lots of friends on this blog?

Yes! I have made lots of good friends whom I talk to heaps ones I don’t talk with that much but I still consider them my friend. To name a few of those I talk with frequently: @you, @ofdiscord, @nevrotoxic, @communistofzaun, and @oblivisms ! But, also all my partners who chat with me on and off. I cherish each and every one of them,  there are so many this would turn into a biased list if i listed you all c:

6. What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse?

The Void and Mal’z has so much potental which is not fully realised and so I have so much i can play with a expand upon. What was the voice that whispered to him and then he spoke with upon his ‘rebirth’? What is the Void planning? What creatures lie within and what are they like? Who is Mal’z after his ‘rebirth’ and how has he changed? 

These are the ideas that drew me to him as a muse (besides his many-a-year as one of my mains) and they are what keeps me writing him. And the more i answer or Riot gives hints if I can’t help but dig myself in deeper.

9. Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few?

Of course I do!Gosh I have so many threads in my time but here are just a few. I remember a lot of my earliest threads with @silvestreaelurus and the interesting ‘friendship’ they had going. I remember one where Mal’z was teaching her to read and write and times where they would just sit and have conversations. Those were such sweet and calm threads.

I will never, ever forget my thread with @fxlgurkinesis which basically was a modern / crack au based around the magical girl genre which predicted the ‘plot’ of the star guardians when we only had the original skin. Never forget school friends L.ux and Mal’z who were also magical girl/boys. 10/10.

| THE PUPPETEER | (ACCEPTING)

( 1 and 5 already answered! )

➒ Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few?

*breathes* Yes. Yes I do have several memorable threads. For the sake of your sanity and the length of this post I’ll keep it to these two very notable threads.

My first thread with darling @marcus-ducouteau had to be one of my favorites. The tension between the meeting between Marcus and LeBlanc was just great; it was such a spark that just worked so nicely. Not only was it toxic af between the two, it also explored a lot of the current situation between the both of them after Marcus went missing. Needless to say, I would reread it again. 

Another one of my favorite threads and currently ongoing is with @volatile-spider; their Elise is just so beautifully and tragically written and the pre-established relationship with LeBlanc is just so dramatic. It has definitely left me awaiting more each time they respond. I just wish I can respond quicker without my busy schedule ; - ; 

VAGUE ATTEMPTS AT PLAYLISTS FROM A MONTH AGO. // not accepting.

pshh we’ve totally interacted jinx putting a flower crown on zed’s head and randomly wandering into the order totally counts

hmmm

oh

okay -- hear me out here --

Send me a ★ and i’ll answer…

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[x] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

potato

Vi paused at this, muscles in her jaw tensing, pulling her neck tight. Something about these words brought a hot ball of lead straight to her stomach. Lying? To herself? Impossible. Still the words struck deep inside her, deep and buried, the sort of feeling one would get when cast out in the cold. The feeling of not belonging. She stopped her advance, if only for a moment. 

“I don’t belong here eh?”

The words were barked out, short and choppy, as if in an ugly mocking laugh. She shook her head, and took another step forward, pointing an accusatory finger at her. 

“You don’t get to tell me where I do and do not belong.”

Another pause.

“I belong where I choose.”

Quickly she lunges at the woman, grabbing her by the straps of her chest piece, lifting her into the just slightly. Leaning in, she narrowed her eyes, getting dangerously close to the loose cannon’s face. She looked her up and down for a minute, before speaking again in a low growl.