#*maybe* bmb dabi

[inkykeiji]

Your touya-nii music genre post got me thinkin about all your stories characters and what they would listen to hehe like flawless tomu would listen to Grimes and *maybe* even some bedroom pop because of reader or tag hawks would listen to like, brockhampton (a rap group that call themselves a boy band) idk!!! the possibilities are endless for all of them 📀💿 did you have any other music genres or artists for your other characters?

i do!!! so for me, and like on my flawless tomu playlist, he listens to hyperpop, ‘rave’ genres (happy hardcore/hardcore techno, edm, trance/house, etc. an examples: be my gameboy by yurino ft. s3rl ; sugarcrash! by elyotto ; forever by internet girl + hugo pooe (listened to forever on repeat when i wrote part one!!!)—pretty much anything that literally feels and sounds like an absolute overload of colours and candy) and like,,, video game songs like the fnaf fanmade songs!!!

hehe i know who brockhampton is!! my best friend is rly into them c: to me tag!keigo is like,, emo rap & foster the people, dark red by steve lacy, anything from glass animals, etc. also for some inexplicable reason onerepublic will never not remind me of keigo, especially everybody loves me!!!

bmb dabi is just Sad Boi Music as well, but also: the arctic monkeys (duh, ofc he does), JVKE, beach weather, buttercup by kid travis (!!!!!!!!), KILLING TIME by jordan fiction (this for tnii as well 100%), are you filming me by twst, notice me by role model ft. benee, i want it all by cameron grey, pretty little psycho by young nightcore, after dark by mr kitty (pretty much his theme song tbh), etc.

bmb tomura doesn’t listen to music very often.

[inkykeiji]

does touya-nii have social media?

omg i love this question!!! technically he does, but it isn’t for him, it’s for you. he already manages all of your accounts—knows all your passwords, approves all of your posts before you post them, promises you it’s all for safety reasons, baby, you never know who’s watching—but just to be safe, just to cover all of his bases, he has an account on every platform that you have an account on, too, that he uses to follow you and track all of your activity (and yes, he has all of your notifications on). his accounts don’t have a single post on them, don’t even have a profile picture nor do they have bios, and the usernames are just a string of seemingly meaningless numbers (they aren’t meaningless, they actually represent the exact date you moved into his mom’s house). they’re all on private, they have no followers, and they’re only following one person—you. otherwise, he doesn’t care for social media at all.

[inkykeiji]

i am in so much pain from my period right now and i feel so neeeeeeedy n all i want is sleeeepy sleepy slow deep but soft sex :((( idek which of my iterations would even be able to give me sleepy sex tbh,,,, idk if any of them are capable of being that patient n slow n soft, at least when it comes to the dabi’s,, tho u know who could totally satisfy this need????? flawless tomura <33333

[inkykeiji]

idk if ur still accepting requests for the june prompts, but if so can u do #10 dark hair w bmb dabi?

prompt: dark hair series: break my bones warnings: just angst! words: 475

“White roots?” 

“Hmm?” he looks over, tipping his head back against the couch as his head lolls towards you, sharp jaw and Adams apple on perfect display. 

“Your hair…I just—I thought you had naturally dark hair.” 

“Oh,” he leans forward, subconsciously raking a hand through the inky strands, fingers curling at the roots and giving a short tug. “Uh, yeah.” 

Why do you dye it? You want to ask him, curiosity gnawing a hole through your tummy as the words crawl up your throat, but he’s staring at you with this look; an expression you haven’t quite seen before, eyes almost pleading with you in desperation not to ask. 

Something sinks in your chest, thick and leaden—he looks so melancholic, gazing at you with sparkling sapphire eyes, forehead wrinkled just a little in concern; or maybe it’s fear, afraid that you’re going to ask the question he’s so clearly dreading, lips twitching downwards into a tiny frown.

“Cool,” you say with a shrug, aiming to keep your tone light and indifferent. 

Tense shoulders relax as he exhales a soft breath, slow and steady, through his nostrils, and you watch as his jaw flexes twice with a heavy swallow.  

But later that night, when the whipping winter winds envelop the condominium and quiver the windows beneath their force, when the veil between night and morning is at its very thinnest, he tells you, sudden and unexpected, confession murmured out into the spacious living room, twining with the mumbling undertones leaking from the flickering television.

“My mother had white hair.” 

And even though it’s said quietly, barely more than a singular breath exhaled from his tongue, the gentle revelation makes you jump, serendipitously yanking you from sleeps hazy embrace.

You nod, nuzzling your cheek into his thigh, a silent confirmation that you heard, a soothing encouragement to continue, the moment pregnant with suspense, as if there’s something else clinging to his teeth, fighting to leave his mouth.

“My eyes are from my father,” he grits out. “I wish I could say that’s the only trait we share, but…” he trails off, and you don’t push, instead tracing soft nonsensical patterns on his leg, allowing him the space to think, to mull, to continue if he wants to, or to cut it short. 

But that’s all he says, just a shard of his life, sharp and gleaming in your palms, pulled deep from where it was lodged between his ribs. 

And you think you’re alright with that. You think, maybe, that you can collect fragments of him—an immaculate jigsaw, gifted and won bit by razored bit—and piece them back together with slow, careful, tender hands, mindful not to shatter them further, not to snap any between your fingers as you return them to their rightful place, gradually revealing the masterpiece that is Dabi.  

[inkykeiji]

23 n bmb!dabi if it’s not already taken <3

prompt: blue dress series: break my bones (set during the events of part one!) warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, it’s really just dabi committing an act of public indecency and rubbing himself while looking at you, toxic relationship, one use of the word Daddy, very slight noncon words: 1.1k

You look beautiful in everything you wear—could make a fraying burlap potato sack look good if you really wanted to, Dabi’s sure—but if there’s one colour he loves you in more than anything else, it’s blue. 

Blue like the sky, blue like the ocean, blue like his eyes; blue, blue, blue.

Today it’s a sky-blue dress, with a halter tie and a sweetheart neckline, that hugs all the curves and contours of your torso before it flares at the hips, just a little. It’s an unusually warm October day—not that the weather ever dictates your outfits anyway—and you had wanted to spend it outside at a park, savouring the last few wisps of summer before they die and decay into autumn.

And whatever you say goes, now, apparently. 

Since you’re pretty much his boss, now, apparently.

Your little blue dress is short—just an inch or so too short to be considered necessarily decent, though Dabi, pervert that he is, loves that about it, too—rippled hem swishing and swaying as you laugh and prance and twirl, skirt fanning out just enough to give him teasing little sneaks of what’s beneath, scarlet lace that clings so delicately to soft, supple flesh. 

Tomura probably loves you in scarlet lace and straps and satin, but Dabi wonders how you’d look in blue. 

Probably just as gorgeous, he wagers. Maybe even more so. 

“Dabi!” you’re breathing, suddenly in his face, having crawled between his bent knees while he was off daydreaming. His eyes snap back into focus to find you cushioned by his spread thighs, elbows resting on his raised knees and legs tucked beneath yourself, pillowy palms cupping a sparkly stone like it’s precious. “Look at this rock I found!” 

Your sudden touch makes him jump, a jolt of electricity that shocks his blood, though if you notice you do nothing to remedy it, still intently fixated on the dumb rock in your hands, eyes darting from it to his face in anticipation.

“Uh,” he begins unsurely. “Cool?” 

And, oh, how your face absolutely falls at the indifference in his voice, the flatness of his words—uninterested, uncaring. 

“You don’t think it’s pretty?” 

“Not particularly,” Dabi shrugs, confused as to what the big deal is. “It’s just a rock.” 

Your whole body slumps, melting with the last remnants of excitement in your expression—lips tugging downwards into something that threatens to grow into a pout, forehead crunched as your brows push together, a cute, discontented little noise sticking at the back of your throat.

“But it—it has these pretty pink stripes, and look!” your palms tilt one way, then the other, the rock shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight. “It glitters.” 

You say it as if it’s awe-inspiring, as if this discovery is something to be excited about, something significant to take note of. 

“And?” 

Gloom dissolves into fury, elbows slipping from his knees as you cradle the rock to your chest, ice sprouting beneath the spots of warmth you had left behind. 

“You’re not fun, did you know that?”

“Last time I checked, princess, I wasn’t supposed to be fun, I was supposed to be your fucking babysitter.”

It comes out a little harsher than he intends it to, charged with something bitter and acrid, words spit like venom through his teeth. It makes you flinch, a stinging wince, as if his caustic words gnaw through your flesh, and Dabi steels himself against the barely-there pang in his chest; a small, dull ache that he shoves down, snubs out, buries deep behind his ribs and forgets about.

“Well, babysitters can still be fun,” you grumble under your breath, chin tucked into your chest, face scrunched up. “But whatever. Sit here and be no fun by yourself. I’m going to look for more rocks.” 

And then you’re crawling away from him on your hands and knees, gifting him with a full, unadulterated view of your lace-clad ass, unhindered by the linen of your dress, hem having ridden up to your tailbone.

Does Tomura buy all of your clothing one size too small on purpose, or are you really just that much of a whore?

Have you no shame at all? Or are you just so used to being with Tomura that such immodesty is merely second nature to you now, unthinking and automatic, maybe even innate, or ingrained in your consciousness by your sweet Daddy.

He knows he should look away. Any respectable, dignified person would. But Dabi is neither of those. 

He never has been.

It’s really cute, the way the lace molds itself to your folds, outlining your lips and clit and the dip of your hole. It’s probably even cuter when it’s soaked with your slick, sticky and shimmering and darkening the webbed lace.

His cock twitches weakly against denim, and he does nothing to hide it; you’re too absorbed in your rock hunting to notice either way, now belly-down on the grass as meticulous fingers delicately sort through each blade. 

That dress barely covers your ass even when laying flat on the ground, material only just blanketing the swell, the beginnings of your cheeks peeking out from beneath the material, crimson lace bunched and riding up between them.

And, for a moment, Dabi wonders if you’re doing this on purpose, a teasing little punishment to get back at him for being such a fucking asshole to you and insulting your rock discovery. Flaunting the things he can’t have, can’t even touch; except unbeknownst to you, Dabi is more than alright with simply looking. 

It’s enough to have his mind reeling with scenarios, with the thought of pushing your face into the earth—head down, ass up—and filling your mouth with dirt and your cunt with cum; enough to have him daydreaming about rucking that slutty little dress up around your waist and just grinding into your asscheeks, staining dark denim and scarlet lace with thick cream as you cry and whine and beg for him to stop, all while you drench your panties and arch your spine and rub back into him.

It’s enough to have his cock filling with blood, hot and hard and throbbing in his jeans, enough to have him inconspicuously pressing the heel of his palm into his lap to just barely rut against it, dirty and disgusting and entirely depraved. 

There’s no way he’ll cum from this, the tiny action more teasing than anything else, but it’s enough to relieve a bit of the pressure, enough to make him feel as though he’s tainted something precious; a small slice of revenge against his boss for degrading him with such a position.

Later tonight, when he’s laying in bed and listening to the muffled symphony of Tomura fucking you to sleep—a harmony of sweet little mewls and breathy broken moans and high pitched whines—he’ll berate himself for being so fucking stupid, for not snapping a few photos to use at his leisure—a failsafe, a fee, for the work he does for you. 

But for now, this is enough. This will be enough. It has to be.

[inkykeiji]

omg i loved the body count questions for keigo and touya!! can we have one more for all the tomuras?

oooh for sure!! <33

bmb tomura: upwards of fifty, most likely. bmb tomura was really into one night stands, especially in his early twenties, and was still fooling around with other random people even as he and dabi had their little fling. he had a bit of a ‘slut era’ when he was younger, especially when he was experimenting with tons of different drugs and meeting tons of new people (and prostitutes). he’s a well-known public figure, so it’s quite easy for him to get someone to slip into bed with him (and people are quite eager to add him to their list—bragging rights, you know).

tnii / flawless tomura: like, two, literally. you, and touya’s little sister—and that’s it. he was a virgin until touya’s lil sis took that from him, and he never bothered to go out to find anyone else—never had any interest to go find anyone else, and was perfectly happy with his cam girls and his porn—until he met you. now he’s downright insatiable for you and you only <3

tag tomura: oh gosh like, three to five, probably? he doesn’t care much for one night stands and he most definitely is not chasing down sex the way dabi is, but he won’t say no to it if it’s offered to him.

dark academia tenko: somewhere between five and ten—maybe a healthy seven. he’s more popular than tag tomura, and is well-known within the socialite world as well as experiments with drugs a helluva lot more than tag tomura does. he’s often found at upscale, luxurious parties with touya, and while DA!tenko won’t often actively seek sex out, he also won’t say no if someone is offering, just like his counterpart above. he’s a little looser, a little friendlier and a little more approachable when he’s high on designer drugs, so that’s usually when it’ll happen. someone pretty will park themselves next to him on a velvet couch, and he’ll get lost in their eyes and their mind, leading to him getting lost in their body for a night. he never sleeps with the same one night stand twice, and he never keeps in contact with them or talks to them ever again. more than anything, he considers these romps to be fun, one-time-only experiences, and will silently glare at anyone who tries to get a second night out of him (go away, you’re bothering him!).

1950s tomura: twentyish. he’s more mature than flawless + tag + dark academia, but he is less popular than bmb. he is, however, more charming than most of his counterparts above, and is proficient in wining and dining whoever he sets his sights on—which isn’t often; he’s a hard man to please and a busy man at that, and he doesn’t have time to fuck around with someone he doesn’t consider to be worth the trouble and the effort. nine out of ten times he’d much rather be immersing himself in his spy work, but every once in a while someone special catches his eye, and he will not rest until he’s got them between his silk sheets.

[inkykeiji]

when i was in my first year of university, i lived next to a halfway house for troubled young adults (drug addicts, abuse victims, homeless kids). they never caused me any trouble of course, they had a curfew at 11pm and if they wanted to stay there and get better they had to stay on the property, so they frequently hung out in front of the building.

once, when i was walking to school, this guy who had been staying there jogged to catch up to me (and walked with me all the way to the stoplight, which could’ve gotten him into trouble tbh and i remember thinking that in the moment) and was like ‘hey, you’re really cute, and i was just wondering if maybe you’d like to, i dunno, get starbucks with me or something? i can’t—i can’t take you out just yet, but i swear i’m gonna get outta here soon, and then maybe we could go out?’

and obv i turned him down and was like no sorry i have a boyfriend and all that and he was actually so sweet about it like oh, that’s cool, it’s alright and jogged back but anyway this memory just popped in my head while i’m on a run and i’m just thinking about this interaction but with like,,, bmb dabi??? because he’s the sweetest out of all my iterations and none of the others would’ve taken no for an answer;; or maybe a totally new version of touya??? or tomu??? idk why this is on my mind right now but it clearly left such an inexplicable impact on me and i hope that man is doing incredible now, living a happy and fulfilling life. i hope he got out of there and got better and is absolutely flourishing now.

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edit: actually now that i’m ruminating on it i think the reason why this stuck with me is because there’s something so quietly yet distinctly romantic about him literally risking getting kicked out of this sanctuary, out of a program he was clearly almost finished, just to ask me out??? they were pretty strict with those rules. i dunno i dunnoooo i’m just thinkinggg

[inkykeiji]

Hiya Clari! Prepare for a silly ask, but how would your Dabis react if they turned around and noticed reader checkin' out his ass? We did once discuss which of your Touyas had the best butt, sooo... <3

lmaooooo anon!!!! i love this question so much ahahahahaha okay okay

tw: stepcest, toxic relationships, implied daddy kink, implied dubcon with dark academia touya (DA!touya)

touya-nii gets fucking mean with his teasing, relentlessly lamenting about your behaviour until tears are streaming down your cheeks and hiccups are stammering heavy and painful in your chest, going on and on about how bad you are, about what a sick little pervert you are, and so clumsy with it, too, so conspicuous and obvious. you really should be embarrassed, you know, he’s telling you with that usual apathetic lilt, but you know him better than that now. you can see it, that malevolent glee glittering in sapphire eyes, that eager and excited tremor sewn into his words. you know he’s just teasing, know he gets off on shit like this, know he doesn’t mean a word of it, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. but oh, don’t worry, he’s reassuring as he pulls you into his lap and cradles you to his chest, voice drenched in condescension as rough hands rub comforting circles into your hitching back. niichan will give you what your so clearly desperate for, because he’s such a good big brother, always tending to his baby sister even when she’s being bad.

bmb!dabi gets a little shy with it—there’s no way you’re actually checking him out, is there? there’s no way you’d be so goddamn obvious about it, right?—a little snappy, a little snarky as he asks what the hell are you looking at? it’s only when you start, seemingly surprised by his voice, eyes staring up at him guiltily, that he realizes you truly were staring at his ass. such a notion has that irritating warmth spreading through his chest, blanketing that creature you birthed behind his ribs as it snuggles into his heart. and although he scoffs as he turns away, acts as if he’s so annoyed and disgusted by your actions, he spends the rest of his night glaring up at his ceiling, tangled threads of thoughts knotting tighter and tighter as he replays the moment over and over again, evaluating every millisecond of it in an attempt to figure out what the fuck it means.

tag!dabi, cliché as ever, asks if his princess is enjoying the view, musing smugly to himself about how he’s got himself such a dirty, deviant little girl. when you can’t hold his gaze, stinging little pinpricks of embarrassment erupting across your cheeks, his voice turns sharp, firm and commanding as he tells you to look at him, princess. look at Daddy when he’s talking to you. and you know, it’s rude not to look at someone when they’re speaking to you, especially after you’ve been caught doing something so unsavoury, maybe he should punish you for it.

twin!dabi, for a moment, is confused. does he have something on his pants? he’s asking as he looks over his shoulder. what are you looking at? what’s captured your attention so wholly that you startle, snapped out of some sort of trance the moment his voice sounds? what has you so enamoured? but it dawns on him only a moment later, when your face is practically yanked to his own, adorned with wide eyes and a warped brow, features tinged with hesitant humiliation. and then he laughs, mean and mocking, and your cute lil face crumples under the strain of embarrassment as he teases you for being such a naughty little thing and, oh god, just wait until touya hears about this!

twin!touya is sneaky, subtle, sly with it. he lets you think you’re getting away with it, catches it inconspicuously out of the corner of his eye—that longing stare, chin in your hands, watching as he flits around the kitchen, dreaminess oozing from your gaze—but pretends to be oblivious until the opportune moment, nonchalantly asking if his precious little baby likes staring at Daddy’s ass just as you’re chewing a mouthful of whatever breakfast he’s made for you that morning, revelling in those sweet little chokes and cute little coughs sounding behind him as he pours himself his third cup of black coffee. turning toward you, he smirks at you over the steaming mug. that’s right, i saw you, he says, a malicious excitement shimmering in his eyes, pupils swallowing down your delicious mortification. and i’m gonna do something about it, as soon as you finish your breakfast.

1950s dabi outright asks you, voice equal parts amused and astonished, as he catches you one night while he’s walking around the motel in nothing more than a pair of briefs after a long day of murder and spy work. when his eyes capture yours, pretty glazed irises that dart away from his invasive stare the moment they connect, he snorts to himself. were you just…looking at my ass? when you shamefully admit that you were, he wiggles it obnoxiously for you, so you can get a good, proper, healthy eyeful and satiate yourself…unless you’d rather he satisfy your evident hunger in a different way?

DA!touya instantly responds with his usual arrogant confidence, going i know right? my ass looks fucking incredible in these jeans before launching into a whole self-satisfied spiel about how he always gets pussy when he wears these jeans, and hey? wanna fuck? i mean, you were looking and all, so you must want it, right? he says as if it’s matter of fact, eyes glinting in the dim light of his minimalist flat as they rake over your body slowly, selfishly, a sharp smile stretching abnormally wide across his cheeks, teeth razored and gleaming.

[inkykeiji]

I think I remember foreverrrr ago you described what the twins cocks looked like and possibly bmb, but have you ever done touya-nii? or flawless tomu?

hello!! i did do the twins, bmb tomu + bmb dabi, and touya-nii! i have not yet done flawless tomura!! i can do him for u if you want tho!

flawless tomura’s cock is slightly above average in length—either six inches pure and on the dot, or just a little below six inches. it has a slight curve upward which, when he finally learns how to properly utilize it, he is a fucking menace with. in fact, he’s quite proud of it now (was maybe a lil self conscious about it before he understood how to wield it, and how much you love it), and the moment he discovers what it can be used for, he spends several coke-fueled days pouring over resources and making a wishlist of certain positions, locations, and thrusts he wants to try with you. other than the curve, it’s pretty much perfect: mushroom head perfectly symmetrical with a decent girth that stays uniform from base to tip; shaft perfectly smooth, plush surface unhindered by the tiny capillaries wreathing around it like little bolts of lightning, evenly distributed around his cock; colour a pale pink, just like his lips, that stays completely, perfectly constant.

[inkykeiji]

what nail color do you think your characters would like on their reader? our hands are being wrapped around their cocks soooo they gotta have a say in the color right hehe!! I feel like touya-nii would be a baby pink and maybe some cute white flower design on them. im thinking bmb tomura would like a nice blood red color or french manicure. flawless tomura mhmm maybe in the blue family? bmb dabi im seeing hot pink or a nice polished matte black

honestly anon i agree with pretty much everything you’ve said here!!! i hate having my nails painted and haven’t gotten my nails done in any capacity in literal years so >.< v quick here’s what i think:

touya-nii + tag!dabi + sd!natsuo: baby pink 100%

bmb tomura: candy apple red or anything that is very fancy and extravagant in terms of design; literally art on ur nails

flawless tomura: powder blue or again candy apple red since that’s his favourite colour (v glossy and probably with some shimmer/sparkle to it)

bmb dabi: that’s a hard one tbh! yeah probably some sort of pink, anything that’s kinda cute n girly and playful

twin touya: a classy, solid colour within the red-pink family with minimal shimmer; nothing bright or neon

twin dabi: black, blood red, pale pink

DA!dabi: clear gloss or french manicure

1950s dabi + 1950s keigo + tag!keigo : classic marilyn monroe red (tho dabi also finds baby pink v cute)

[inkykeiji]

once again, thank you all so much for all of your feedback on chatplots thus far!!! it truly does help us a ton and we love to hear all of your thoughts, suggestions, and criticisms. we really appreciate anyone who has taken a moment to send in their opinions and ideas <3 hearing all of your suggestions for future chats is getting me even more excited than i already was!!! and to everyone who has sent in such beautiful comments and compliments: i cannot thank you enough. your words mean the world to us and we’re just so happy to hear that people are enjoying the beta and are as excited about the game as we are <3

anyway, i’ll be responding to some feedback from the form below the cut & updating this post (via reblogs!) as new feedback comes in c:

bugs:

AH okay so we’ve thankfully only had two of you report this so far, and we’re still looking into it on our end to see what might be causing this issue, buuut boyfriend thinks it might be a sensitivity issue. the way the responses are set up is basically as if they’re in an invisible box; we have it set up so it can be scrolled through if there are several options (which, in the future, there will be). however, because of this, if your finger moves even the tiniest bit when you press on an option, it won’t fully register. as such, at this current moment you have to press whichever option you’re picking with precision and intention (lmao). we’re going to keep investigating the issue over here on our end and tinkering with settings etc to see if we can find a happy, perfect medium. we might introduce a sensitivity control in the future where you as the player can set it to your liking in your own settings!

suggestions:

i will definitely take this into consideration, but there’s a delicate balance here. we don’t want it to drag too much, become too tedious or boring or repetitive, or make it feel like your choices have absolutely no impact at all. every single choice should have a consequence, no matter how tiny (otherwise it feels meaningless! everything needs a purpose). the other thing is that his texts are structured in a very particular way on purpose, for dramatic styling and rhythm. the way they send is more to evoke particular feelings in you, the player, almost as if you can hear him saying them (his tone etc), rather than to feel necessarily realistic. hopefully that makes sense! if something feels unnecessarily long or i can fit in something to break it up a lil more that feels natural and still somehow adds to the story i definitely will. thank you for sending in your feedback!! it means so much to me that you took a moment to let me know your thoughts, and i’ll keep this in mind when writing future chats <3

ah okay so incredible news for you: these are all things on our list!!! my boyfriend is especially excited about emojis, but what i really want is themes. the goal is to have the base game be quite customizable, like being able to change the colour scheme, your actual pfp to any photo you’d like to, etc.. i also think it would be super cool to have limited edition themes that you can somehow earn or purchase (for like fifty cents lmao nothing wild; or maybe they come with a specific chat) but that requires me to commission an artist, so that’s much more down the line.

other things we are for sure implementing: group chats!!!!!!!!!! this is the thing i am MOST excited for and can’t wait to start writing. imagine all the chats you could have between you, bmb tomura, and bmb dabi? or you, touya-nii, and natsuo? or you and the twins? or you, tag dabi, and tag keigo? OR my PERSONAL favourite, you, sugar daddy natsuo, his touya-nii, and his shouto??????? the possibilities are literally endless. other things we’ll be implementing: a ‘friends’ page, where you’ll be able to access either all of the chats you’ve purchased or all of the chats period if you’ve subscribed. this is currently what we are working on. on our dream list: phone calls.

anyway as you can probably tell we have an endlessly growing list of things we’d like to add hehe. but as it is only the two of us working on this, it’s going to take a bit of time to get it all out. our main priority right now is the friends page (and shop obv), and a few more tiny free to play chats (not nearly as long as this touya-nii chat) just to let u guys test it out a lil more c:

okay, now a question for you. when you say multiple messages at the same time, do you mean selecting one option from the dialogue options and having that one option then send several texts at once? because we technically already do have the ability to send two messages one after another.

i can definitely look into the first option, but the reason why we didn’t initially go with this is because we wanted you guys to see exactly what you’d be saying to him (i hate those games with branching dialogue where the option just gives you a vague summary of your response but not exactly what the dialogue is; ie when the option just says ‘disagree’ and then when you select it the text that sends is ‘i don’t think that’s a good idea’). my biggest concern with one option sending multiple texts once selected (if that’s what you meant!!!) is how to tell the player what each text would say without the dialogue box being this massive chunk of text.

all in all, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind words!!!!! i am so beyond happy that you’re enjoying the beta so far and have such lovely things to say about it <333 and so many ideas!!! i LOVED your feedback in the future suggestions box omfg that got me really really really excited and i’ll definitely be taking what you suggested and turning it into a chat 100%

[inkykeiji]

Does bmb Dabi hate Shouto as much as Touya-nii?

oooooh anon!!!!!! a brilliant question!!! maybe not as much—touya-nii’s hatred for shouto is only rivalled by sugar daddy natsuo’s touya, who regularly competes with touya-nii for Worst and Most Severe and Sadistic of my dabi iterations—but bmb dabi’s hatred for shouto is pretty damn close to tnii’s. at this current moment, the only one out of all of my dabi iterations that doesn’t intensely hate shouto’s guts is twin!touya!! <3 and even then, twin!touya isn’t super fond of him; more just respectful and curt in comparison to twin!dabi’s extreme dislike for their baby brother