#Anyway HI!!!! WELCOME TO MY BLOG!!!!!

[kakusu-shipping]

danganronpa proshipper? Hi Hi Hello!

Do you want to share some general Kazuichi hcs since he's your favorite?

(also we share a bunch of ships! If you want a problematic ear to talk about any of the common DR ships, give me an @!)

Hello hello hello!!! I am both a Proshipper and a Selfshipper!!! Welcome welcome to my blog!!! PLEASE if you have thoughts on ships come talk at me about them because I never have anything in my head about anything ever and love to listen

Soda headcanons Soda headcanons um....

Do I have any?? jdgfdjgdf I mean I guess kinda maybe but nothing's hard set in stone for me ever and I'm very wishy washy when it comes to my favorite little guys.

He's definitely Transgender, but I could never land on a witch way you feel me? He could be FtM or She could be MtF. I have good use of brain storage for both and am shaking them violently about it. Genderfluid? Bigender? Also good choices. I have no idea what's happening in this guy's pants and I don't think I ever will. It be like that. I love He/She pronouns for her though.

You know what he IS though?? Pansexual. Does HE know that?? No. My man still thinks "No Homo" and "Bro that's Gay" are funny he's not ready to face that he likes boys. I'm not sure he ever will be. That will not stop him from kissing them on the mouth though.

The combination ADHD/Autism in her brain is unrelenting. I doubt she's been diagnosed, probably has some internalized ablism about it just from her dad, she'll get over it though. Eventually.

Oooh Age Regressor Soda is one of my big things and I am taking this moment to talk about it because I've been bottling up my Age Regressor headcanons for years listen look look listen!!! Little Kazuichi, the kind of little guy who will put everything in his mouth and if someone isn't holding her at all time she will cry. I headcanon him to regress around Kindergarten age, 5 or 6, but because she's not very independent everyone on the island will treat him younger, 3-4. Her main Carer is Fuyuhiko and Imposter, he also tends to cling around Sonia, who tells her ghost stories and ends up scaring him. She use to be very Anti-Gundham even in Little form but then he met the Four Dark Devas and has sense lightened up on him.

I think Soda, Chihiro, and Miu would be a really fun Trio in a Normal School Life AU, they're start a robotics club together I could see Byakuya putting the Togami funding behind. Do they build Kiibo together or is Kiibo also just a regular guy in this AU? Unclear but I know they'd be really annoying to him. ("You shouldn't want to fuck a robot just because they're a robot!!")

I don't know why but I'm really obsessed with the idea of him and Miu being Brother/Sister, or maybe even just cousins? Miu being really weird about Incest around him, and him being completely creeped out by it is incredibly funny to me. Miu would be older than him by a year or two.

Aaaah that's about all I can think of off the top of my head at 3 in the morning. Thankyou for asking!!

[mothmothwoth]

Welcome home neighbors! Hits you with the goobers being silly this update!

[megabuild]

ew don't ship youtubers those are real people that's creepy

mumbo jumbo is into petplay he told me

[beebfreeb]

It is kind of funny how much I've detached myself from appearance directly correlating to gender actually. When I design a character I go. Okay. What would they wear that reflects their personality and surroundings? And I make a character who is a 30 year old divorced man who looks like this:

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

HII just wanna let u know i cant stop thinking abt poppy and sally (and laughingstock ofc) and its ur fault!!! i love them sm!! ur brain is huge!!

!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!

[sketchy-tour]

Accidently turned my little moment into a small break! Didn't mean to be so quiet on the blog haha. But I've been watching a show while I wait for the WH update and aaaaaugh. I would post doodles but it'd be so unlike my usual WH stuff.

But Moral Orel has taken up so much of my thoughts. I'll be back to my regular shenanigans soon. Just feels nice to doodle some other stuff for a moment.

[keeperthemultiversemom]

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[heymacy]

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[imobsessed123]

Oh no

@thishumanformislimiting LOOK WHAT YOUVE STARTED

[lurxof--thxmaw]

//uh hi guys

[decentprint]

I told myself I wasn’t gonna post on anything again but I caved in like less than a month and made another account lol.

(I didn’t like not having a place to share my art)

Anywho, Sally starlet doodle!

[danthropologie]

given my newly acquired knowledge that you used to be called mclarenhateblog (i've only seen your danthropologie era) i wanna know your thoughts on the few "hear me out" posts about zak brown i've seen recently. for me it's so not about the looks with him, it's that his whole being screams "smarmy" and also he's so aggressively american (coming from an american)

my feelings are as follows:

[goldkirk]

When did the latest 1,000 of you follow me??? good lord hi and welcome, I should maybe pay attention to my notifications and activity page more 😭

[rare-agere-reverie]

I have a fanfic request for welcome home (if your don’t mind!)

Caregiver(s): Eddie Dear

Regressor(s): Wally Darling

Plot: Eddie is going back to his home after he finished his mail route and spots an overstimulated, regressed Wally trying to hide his regression. Eddie decides to help Wally.

Please and thank you! 👋😅

Woo my first fic for the blog and it’s my hyperfixation! Hope I did your idea justice anon 📬

Something to Hold

CG!Eddie Dear + Little!Wally Darling

“Here’s your mail, Julie!” cheerfully proclaimed Eddie. He pulled a primary-colored letter with a pawprint stamp from his bag. The rainbow monster joyfully took it from him.

“Thanks for the letter, Eddie,” she replied, “Can you play Magic Bakery with me?” The mailman froze a little, remembering the last time Julie played that game. Poppy’s kitchen needed an entire week of cleaning after her sugar potion erupted in a splash of batter.

“I’d like to, but I don’t think I’m up for it,” Eddie excused, his right hand scratching at the back of his neck.

“That’s okay, I bet Frank would love to play Magic Bakery,” reassured Julie confidently. “Bye Eddie! Hope your day’s fun!”

“I’ll see you later!” He tipped his hat as he strolled away. Feeling his hand around inside his mailbag, Eddie sighed freely when he didn’t touch a single letter. Now that his day’s work is done, his schedule is free. Maybe I should fold some paper butterflies; Frank would love that. How about I cut a ribbon of stars? I could even deliver it to Sally. 

Caught up in his thoughts, Eddie tripped over a pebble. Slight pain flared a bit as he landed face first on the grass. He propped himself up, only to spot something small behind the post office.

Huh, did someone leave a package? 

Eddie kept walking, then realized the figure was one of his neighbors. His steps slowed stealthily, as if worried about scaring the person off. Hiding around a corner of the building, the mailman realized it was actually Wally.

The small darling seemed quiet and tense, unlike his usual content self. His ascot hung loose around his neck, his cardigan unbuttoned and nearly falling from his shoulders, and his chest heaving unsteadily. In Eddie’s favor, Wally’s eyes are too trained on the apple in his hands to notice someone spying on him. A self-soothing behavior taking virtually no effect.

The taller friend’s worry only grew at the sight. What could’ve scared him so badly? …I finished my route; it wouldn’t hurt to take a break. A sporadic yet subdued burst of footsteps carried Eddie closer, alerting Wally of his presence.

“Hey Darlin’,” the concerned man sat beside the shorter, “do you need any help?” With a slight turn of the head towards his friend, Wally’s shaking pupils dragged themselves to meet Eddie’s gaze. 

“No,” he decided, his voice soaked in anxiety. A blatant lie, unfit for a usually happy friend and neighbor.

“Oh, Wally, it’s okay to ask for help,” Eddie soothed, reaching a hand out for the frazzled artist. The painter hesitated, glancing wearily between his apple and his friend’s palm. Said friend never stopped displaying such genuine affection, effectively winning Wally over. Wordlessly, one hand held the red fruit while the other hovered over Eddie’s hand. The mail carrier kept a loose yet secure grip, propped Wally up, and led him inside the post office.

For the most part, the inside sparkled with cleanliness; only a side table was littered with scrap paper from a previous crafts project. Eddie placed his hat and work bag on the wall hooks behind the reception desk, and let go of Wally in the process. Free to explore, Wally felt drawn to the table of leftover materials, eyeing every individual paper. When the off-duty mailman returned his attention to his friend in need, his confusion grew a little. After all, Wally’s tantalized by spare pieces of the paper crowns he made for Sally’s last play.

“What is it, Darlin’?” Eddie asked, joining Wally at the cluttered table.

“Red,” mumbled the yellow puppet, pointing at a pile of paper triangles with the same color. He thoughtlessly placed his apple on the table, and admired the differing shades between the maroon scraps and the scarlet fruit.

“That’s right; they’re both red,” awkwardly added Eddie. Despite his quiet exhale unknowingly releasing itself, he couldn’t stop thinking about the unfamiliar behavior unfolding next to him. I’m glad he’s feeling better, but something ain’t right.

“Gween,” Wally muttered, now pointing towards a couple of poorly-cut ovals. That certainly snapped the distracted mailman out of his thoughts.

“Green?” repeated Eddie, mental wheels finding enough courage to turn. Maybe he wants to distract himself with colors, he rationalized. At this apparent correction of pronunciation, the secretly-regressed little darted his eyes down to his fingers, which gently tapped on the table.

“Yeah, that,” spoke Wally, voice shy and small. It melted Eddie’s heart with melancholy, yearning for the artist’s happiness to return. 

“I didn’t mean to make you sad, Darlin’,” affirmed Eddie, his words sweeter than any apples Wally had seen. “Just know I want to help you find your smile again, okay?” The regressor nodded confidently, his clear gaze fixed onto Eddie’s while his hands made a grabby motion towards the mail carrier.

“Oh! You want a hug?” Words escaped Wally; he could only repeat his grabby hands. “Aww, of course I will, Darlin’!” Protecting arms wrapped snugly around the little’s limp body.

Smiles on their faces, they stayed like that until Wally’s eyes slowly closed. Naturally, Eddie pulled out his Murphy bed and tucked the sleepy darling underneath soft blankets. As one of them napped, the other lovingly watched over them.

[kn11ves]

my comic is live right now!

kyle and rex is an absurdist drama set in a stagnant afterlife where everyone lies, cheats, manipulates, and hurts each other in order to gain political power and admiration from the public.

with characters constantly haunted by ghosts of the past, trying to stay on top of the food chain despite constant betrayals and having their secrets held up above their heads, comes back kyle, from his long stay back as a guiding spirit on earth, to take back reigns of the throne in the inbetween. though much like everyone else, hes got a long list of dirty laundry that many are aching to reveal. there are no real friends here.

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[bedwettingpup]

I haven’t wet the bed (like had a real accidental bedwetting) since like. March or April? and I was thinking I had finally grown out of it again but. woke up from an afternoon nap and you’ll never believe what happened 😭 literally completely soaked :( I thought I had outgrown the need for goodnites but I guess not 🥲