#nettle rain

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Diana has a thing about younglings, she has a tendency to pick them up and not want to put them down and nuzzle and coo at them. How would little!Host feel about that?

“Cuddle!”, Hosty reaches his arms out and giggled happily. He loves hugs and cuddles, because he loved being warm. Being warm was always so nice, and comfortable, and hugs and cuddles were warm and nice!

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*pushes semi-developed OC at you*

Mark pats the semi-developed OC on the head.

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My notices says you reblogged something from me but it's not showing up when I click on it. What was it?

/ The roleplay from voiceintheradio/ i accidentally reblogged it to this blog <.<

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Blue?

blue: what do you do when you’re sad? what are some things you do when you can’t sleep? what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had? what kind of covers do you have on your bed? who is the last person you told a secret to?

/ I keep my emotions bottled up as usual, or rarely talk to someone c’:

/ uhm... lay awake in bed hoping to fall asleep because I know looking at my phone won’t be good. Tho. If I’m really desperate I guess I would to read

/ Oh god uuhhh.... I don’t remember

/ I have several pillows, two armfuls of stuffies and a blanket on my bed!

/ a secret... I don’t remember either :’D

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nettle-rain reblogged your post and added: “// I really wanna roleplay Host just after he lost his eyes// Anyone...”

Does it have to be an ego?

/ It wouldn’t make sense not to be, since Author/Host wouldn’t leave the building for a looong time after he lost his eyes

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@nettle-rain

It was freezing. The ground was covered in snow, a thick blanket that made it hard to even open doors. Lakes and even rivers were frozen, breath visible in the air.

It was snowing again, the thick soft snowflakes falling to the ground. There was a notable heap on the ground, half of cat ears visible. There had been nothing to protect the small neko from the snowfall, no shelter to get to. And when he had gotten too tired and exhausted, too cold, he had just passed out in the snow, and was slowly getting buried completely in it.

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There's a way to cheat at knitting. They're called knitting looms and come in rounds and rectangles. I can't knit for shit so I use my rectangle loom.

/ great

/ doesnt help much while im sitting at home at 6:50pm with no way of ever getting knitting sht

/ not that i care about knitting in the first place :`D

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Google taking care of small Host after he gets food all over himself?

Google chose to take care of Host himself. He didn’t trust the other egos with the child, and Host seemed to like being around Google.To be expected, seeing how Google was the one who had found him and took care of him with the greatest of care. He didn’t let the other egos handle him, and Host was more than happy to just have Google.

Google brought Host some lunch. The child ate more than his adult self, which was good. Google had known Host never ate very much, but now as child he ate a healthy amount. As long as Google took care that he ate at least.

“Googs!”, Host smiled brightly as Google entered the room again. Host had his own chair to sit by Google’s side, and Google had gathered pillows and blankets which were piled in a corner, for Host to make himself a bed out of.Google smiled lightly as he heard Host, chuckling softly. He walked over and set the plate down onto his desk, in front of Host.“I brought you some macaroni and cheese.”, Google said and pushed Host’s chair closer to the desk, so that he could eat.

Google sat down next to him and continued looking over his work, glancing at Host from time to time while he ate. The coat he had found Host in was neatly folded and put away, and Host instead was wearing a sweater. It was still too large for Host, but not so much that he couldn’t pull up the sleeves to have his hands uncovered.

Host happily ate, legs swinging as he hummed between bites. He was making a mess of himself as he ate, but he didn’t care when noodles fell onto his sweater, or sauce were all over his cheeks.Host squeaked when Google suddenly pulled his fork away, looking up to him.“Googs?”, he asked, tilting his head in confusion. He had no idea why Google took away his fork.“You’re making a mess of yourself.”, Google said and sighed. He put the fork into the bowl of mac’n’cheese, and turned Host’s chair to face him.

“Am not!”, Host argued and pouted. He felt Google wipe his finger over his cheek, making his face scrunch up.“Yes you are.”, Google said and sighed softly, but had a small smile on his lips. He let Host pout as he got a small moist rag, and started to clean Host’s face up.“‘m not messy.”, Host muttered as Google cleaned his sweater, throwing the noodles that had fallen on it away and wiping the spots clean with the rag.

“Now, are you going to be a big boy and eat without making a mess of yourself?”, Google asked with a soft chuckle.“‘m a big boy!”, Host responds and grabs onto the desk, to turn his chair back to it and grab for his fork. Google shook his head lightly and gave Host his fork back. That made the boy smile and he continued eating happily.