#sorry for the late reply my friend !!

[reki-of-the-valley]

Hi, how are you? Hope your day is going well! 💫

For the A03 Wrapped...

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Aaahhh I'm doing great!! I'm almost done my uni semester, which means I can taste the freedom!! And I hope your day has been going well as well <3

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Weirdly enough, I don't get much feedback on my fics? I actually don't know which one got the most feedback. But a fic that constantly gets comments is She'd Like Me <3

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

The character that gave me the most trouble writing this year is actually Edelgard from Fire Emblem Three Houses, in Mind and Heart! It was weirdly difficult to make her vulnerable without breaking out of character. But I'm proud of how she turned out, despite the slight struggle <3

[daistea]

I love love love the scenarios of Kabru with a person who is oblivious, but what about someone who is hyper aware of how other people feel towards them as a defense mechanism? Someone who is constantly aware of everything that's going on and it's something they can't turn off but as a result hates guessing games and won't act unless the other person is genuinely forward. They aren't bad and are polite but will blatantly ignore hints. I think there's another layer of hilarity in that one.

Ya! I don't know if I captured what you're looking for, to be honest. But I tried my best, and I hope you like it!

1600 words !

no tw or spoilers I don't think

Cracks - Kabru x reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Your heart was a fortress. There were moats and ballistas and canons aimed straight at anyone who dared approach. You weren’t sure when the fortress walls raised, but you knew when another stone was added, when they grew higher. 

And Kabru’s charming smile only piled more stones atop the wall. 

That smile was intended for another purpose, you knew. He’d realize that soon enough, but until then, you would maintain eye contact and nod along with his conversations. He didn’t talk about himself often, but he had stories to tell, anecdotes, theories. And he wanted your opinion on every single one. 

“What do you think?” Kabru asked. It was a line cast into the water with bait on the hook. It was the sliding of a chess piece across the board. And he didn’t mean to play these games, you also knew that. It was just how he was. 

“I don’t know,” was all you gave him. 

Kabru nodded to himself. He was good at covering up his disappointment, but you could practically see the gears turning in his pretty head. The only thing you weren’t sure of was why, exactly, he had wanted to see you today. 

Finally, he returned his attention to you, “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

You felt yourself tense. Your shoulders slumped a little and you uncrossed your arms— he was probably reading your closed-off body language, but that was all simply habit, not a result of discomfort. 

“No, you don’t,” and you meant it. You weren’t about to inform him of why you never took the bait, but you’d throw him a bone. “You really don’t. I just… Wait, that was a very straightforward question, Kabru. How uncharacteristic of you.”

“I can be straightforward when I want to be,” He sent you another brilliant smile, though the look in his eyes told you that it was genuine. 

“Why do you want to be at this moment?”

Kabru looked away. He stared at his barely-touched mug of ale, doing his best not to shift uncomfortably on the bar stool. Yet, you saw it; the slight bounce of his knee, how his nose wrinkled. 

Finally: “I’m figuring something out,” he said. 

“Aren’t you always?” You teased. 

And he sent you another genuine smile with a hint of something, you weren’t sure. How annoying. Was it affection? You decided to push the thought aside for the sake of your sanity. 

“Yeah, you’ve got me,” he put his hands up and laughed, then took a sip of his ale as if needing something to do with himself to ease the tension that was slowly seeping between you. Tension: a noxious, invisible gas. It was about to give you a headache. 

You turned on the stool to face him, “What’s on your mind?”

Kabru’s smile turned wry, “Now you’re the one prying.” Your heart clenched. That was another stone on the wall. He knew you and it made you want to run away as fast as you could. 

“I guess,” you said, “Yeah, I do that sometimes.”

“I don’t mind,” Kabru murmured. 

What a lie. 

˚ · • . ° .

“Why are you two like this?” Rin asked. Her eyes were narrowed and her hands pressed down on her hips. Both you and Kabru took in the sight and began silently reaching conclusions. 

Kabru was the first to answer. “What do you mean? What’re we like?” He wasn’t confused in the least but made a good show of it. 

“Like this!” She gestured at you both, how close you were sitting with thighs and shoulders brushing. “You’re constantly dancing around each other and, frankly, it’s obnoxious.”

She was right. One step towards each other always resulted in two steps back. Kabru would create a verbal maze that you would instantly get lost in. You knew the general layout and that you should go a certain direction, but you never did find the exit. 

“Sorry,” you offered, hoping it would quell Rin’s annoyance. (It did not.)

“Are you two aware that…” Rin paused. She seemed to choke on her words as her cheeks slowly went pink. You and Kabru both stared. And stared. And Stared. Finally, Rin groaned, “Nevermind! This is your problem to figure out. Not mine.”

True enough. 

“She’s right,” Kabru murmured after she left. He lowered his head and looked at you, trapping you beneath his spotlight. Unfortunately, you had stage fright. 

“Right about what?” You asked, standing up to create distance; that spotlight was uncomfortably warm. But the lack of that warmth from Kabru’s body next to yours only created a gaping hole in your chest. (You'd have to fill that hole with sweets and distractions later.)

Kabru pursued your attention, “About our feelings, of course.”

Your feelings? At that moment, you were feeling quite shaken as cracks began to run up your fortress walls. 

“What feelings?” You asked flatly. 

His hopeful little smile instantly fell and he started to shift uncomfortably, “Our feelings.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“I’m not making you say anything,” you corrected, taking a step backward, preparing your retreat. 

“Yes you are,” Kabru began to argue desperately, “I’ve spent months trying to give you hints! I told you ‘the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’ and you started talking about how the craters kind of looked like Laois’s face. I compared our hand sizes together as an excuse to touch you, and all you said was that I have girlish hands!”

“You do.”

“You know me,” he grit his teeth, standing up from the bench, “you know how hard this is for me. I’ve given you so many hints, so many opportunities, but you’ve ignored them all!”

Hints. Even the word made you frown. Kabru wanted to play guessing games all day, while all you wanted was a simple game of truth and dare where everybody only picked truth. 

Sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder why you loved this man. He always banged at the walls of your fortress and, recently, some stones had begun to crumble. You added more, but they would only fall when he decided to say something outright on rare occasion.

“I don’t like games,” was all you said. 

“I know,” Kabru exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes, “I know. I’m trying, really. Usually, I’m pretty adaptable, but this is just… Different.”

“And… You don’t like it?”

“I–” his mouth opened and closed before he looked at you straight on, “I don’t hate it, honestly. It’s different in a good way, as if it’s forcing me to be better with my words.”

“You’re already good with your words. You’re too good with them, that’s the problem.”

Kabru watched you for a moment. You allowed him to analyze you despite how it made your skin tingle. After a bit, he nodded to himself. “Do you want to get a drink?” He asked. 

“...I brought my water canteen with me, so I really don’t—

“You’re just blatantly ignoring my hints, aren’t you?” Kabru announced. His eyes widened and he threw his hands into the air. Whirling away, he gripped his hair and groaned. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. 

“Maybe you should try a new method,” you offered, patting his back, “one that doesn’t involve implications and guesses.”

Slowly, he lifted his head. He looked a bit dead inside, and his jaw tensed. You felt as if you were watching him force himself to eat a monster out of a sheer need to please. It endeared him to you, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the guy. The things Kabru put himself through simply to maintain good graces were endless and difficult. 

“I…” he paused, blinking a few times before he finally looked at you, “Would that work?”

Probably. “Think of it like therapy,” you said as you led him back to the bench and sat down beside him. “Try to be blunt with me. Practice.”

“Practice,” he echoed under his breath.

“Come on.”

His eyes narrowed, “Fine. Where do I start? Give me a prompt.”

Good question. You gave it a moment of thought, “Alright, try asking me on a date.”

“I just did a few minutes ago.”

“No, be blunt about it.”

A heavy pause. Kabru slumped forward a little, an intense look in his eyes. “Alright. Fine. Will you go on a date with me?”

“...Why?”

“Why?” Fear and horror and exasperation filled his eyes, "Shouldn't you already know?"

“I don't. So, why?”

“Because—” just like Rin did earlier, Kabru choked on his words. His hands went up and he made meaningless gestures with them as if that would assist in the process of being blunt. “Because I would like that?”

“Good job!” You patted him on the shoulder. “Now, bluntly tell me how you feel about me.”

The horror on his face, you wanted a picture of it so you would always have something to laugh at. “Really?”

“Really,” you sang. 

“Fine. I—” another meaningless gesture as he cleared his throat, brows furrowing, “You really want me to be blunt?”

“Yeah. Tell me the truth, the whole truth, don’t dance around it.”

“Okay,” Kabru snorted, “Okay… I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I want your attention, I want to pin you down on the couch and—”

“That’s enough,” you put up a hand— your cheeks were burning— and smiled, “we’re in a public place. But I get the point, thank you.”

Kabru sighed in relief. He closed his eyes and fell forward, burying his face in your shoulder. You couldn’t help but laugh and pat his back. 

There was a lot of work to do. He still had another layer of walls to break through, but he’d learn how to defeat and conquer. He’d learn how to stop building mazes for you. And it would be good for him, if it didn’t drive him insane first. 

You buried your nose into his hair. He groaned, slack in your arms. Part of you wanted to run, retreat. The other part of you rejoiced in the moment. You weren’t sure which one to listen to, but you and Kabru would figure it out with time. 

You and Kabru would figure a lot of things out together from now on. 

[teddybeartoji]

let me tell u this idea i have of going to the club with bestie!roomie!toji

you're all comfy in his lap, back against his broad chest, in a private booth (thank you shiu) while the others in the group are busy drinking or on the dance floor. but you are more than content with just staying with toji. the way his hand strokes up and down your back, occasionally, going over your hip and playfully squeezing your ass as he feigns innocence !!

trying to get him back by teasing him, pouting as you tell him that you want his opinion on this new outfit you bought bc you don't know if the color fits you. and he does NOT expect to see you open a picture of you posing in the mirror in cute pink lingerie that hugs you in all the right places. “i like this one, the pink set was so pretty, but i dunno if i like it on me,” you hum

toji is losing his fucking MIND right now, his arms gripping you tighter as he lets out a heavy sigh at the view. he doesn't even get a chance to say anything before you're swiping to the left and you grow a little shy, giving a fake little 'woops'

instead of a picture, it’s a fucking video. a video of you fucking yourself with a toy playing on the screen angled so only he could see!! the volume is low so only you both can hear it and toji can HEAR the wet gushing of your pussy, creaming around the toy as you moaned and begged oh so cutely. “aww...toji, I couldn’t even get the toy all the way in,” you whine. “only got it halfway…”

its taking everything in him not to just fuck you right now, to show you he'd make sure you'd be able to get cock in you all the way. "kook at my best girl, so fuckin' desperate and needy," he hums, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches the video. "tsk, tsk, tsk...poor think, y'should be filled up properly, hm? stretched on my cock til you're taking all of it...i'd make sure ya cream for real, baby doll."

“i wanted t’ send this to you, wanted you t’ see it and tell you t’ come help me get it in me,” you pouted, leaning into him. "plus, when it feels too good i can't help but run away from it, and it makes it sooo hard t' cum, tojiiiii....you wouldn' let me run from it, right, big guy?"

the way you look at him over your shoulder with those pretty eyes that just scream mischief..."mmn, you should've. i would've come over right away. make sure we get some cock into ya like y'need it. stretch you out niiiiice and good, get m'cock into that tight, pretty pussy of yours...like the good best friend i am," he purrs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

yeah im insane !!!!

LUNARRRR WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU I WANT YOU SO BAD WHEN I TELL YOU THAT MY EYES POPPED OUT OF MY HEAD I MEAN THAT I HAD TO FUCKING LOOK FOR THEM IN THE DARK BEFORE I COULD DO ANYTHING ELSE RAAAAHHHHHHH

THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT LUNAR I NEED TO MAKEOUT WITH YOU ASAP. FIRST OF ALL THE LINGERIE??????????????????? GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD IT'S SOOFUCKING PRETTY TOJI IS A STRONG STRONG MAN FOR NOT FOLDING IMMEDIATELY BC WTF. OMFG AND I LOOOOOVE THE TOUCHING FUCK IT'S SO HOT LIKE YEAH I WANNA SIT ON HIS LAP AND I WANT HIM TO SQUEEZE MY ASSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHSTOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW

WHEN HE RESTS HIS HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER????????????????????????????????????????? I DIED. I DIED I DIED I DIED. THE CLOSENESS IS DRIVING ME INSANE ACTUALLY LUNAR I REALLY DO NEED TO BITE YOU OR SOMETHING YOU'RE SO SEXY AND THEN A KISS ON THE CHEEEEEEK????????? GODDD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIERRRRR I WANT TO SUCK HIM RIGHT THEREEEEEEEE BALLS AND EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND YOU KNOW HE'S GETTING BRICKED BC YOU CAN JUST FEEL IT POKING AT YOU FROM BEHIND FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKMMM

he calls the cab bc he wants to help his bestie out:(((( but then he's getting soooooooo handsy in the cab already bc how could he not:((( the video keeps replaying in his head and you just keep staring at him with these mischievous eyes and he kinda just wants to eat you yk

his fingers keep kneading your thighs as you play with the hair on his nape andmmmmmmmmmmmmmm he's so hard it fucking hurtss. and when you're finally at your place he doesn't even let you properly open the fucking door bc he just needs his lips on you whewww he's such a good friend:(((((((((((((((((((((((((( he's gonna teach you how to take it and he's not gonna let you run away:((((((((((((((((((((he's so perfect lunar i need him so fucking bad i just drooled on my shirt what the actual fuck

[mel-loly]

ooo you can draw Oliver sprout as a pony for Halloween!!!! >:3333

Hey Hyia!!! Also- of course, here you go: ↓

Hope you like it and thank you so much for the idea!! :3💖

(If you have any ideas for something for me to draw for Halloween, please, share in private chat or reblog/comment here! Thank you!💛)

[rodolfoparras]

having poly brainrot since yesterday.... (the demons are winning)

been thinking about softdom price and sub reader helping put bratty gaz back into his place

and when he finally gets tamed his whimpers and pleas are like the cutest thing

- 🌷

“You don’t understand this is our job” you say, tone coated in frustration.

“To die? To get yourself hurt? To worry the ones you love? That’s your job? Well you’re doing an excellent job congratulations sirs” Gaz shouts out before he storms out the room.

“Garrick!” Price shouts behind him and attempts to follow but you grab ahold of his hand and shake your head

“Later”

Price and you try talking to Gaz all day, only to have all attempts being shut down by the younger man. You finally find an opportunity when Gaz is in his room, taking a shower.

Price is pacing back and forth while you’re seated on Gaz’s bed, you’d say something to calm Price’s nerves but even you are feeling a bit on the edge.

Finally Gaz comes out the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, a surprise look flashes across his face before a frown replaces it “what are you two doing here?”

You and Price have to focus extra hard so your gazes don’t trail down to where the towel hangs low around his waist , especially when he turns around and bends over to get boxers out the drawers.

When Gaz doesn’t get a response he turns back to the two of you with a raised brow only for you and Price to awkwardly look away, while clearing your throats at the same time.

“So?” He says shamelessly dropping the towel to put on his boxers and you and Price have to awkwardly look around the room as he gets dressed while Gaz does his best to hide the small on his face

“We wanted to talk” you finally manage to say

“Yes” Price grunts out

“Talk then” Gaz says, still trying to suppress the smile on his face while leaning up against a wall, his half naked body now on full display, defined arms folded over his chest and with his tight boxers leaving nothing to the imagination

You give him a look like aren’t you going to get dressed but Gaz doesn’t even budge from where he stands, only shrugs in response and you sigh as you shift around uncomfortably where you sit on the bed.

“We wanted to apologize” Price says, however his gaze is trailing over Gaz’s body.

“For what we said earlier” you continue, noticing how Price has stopped talking.

“We understand that what we said may have upset you,” for a second Gaz’s eyes soften, the tension bleeding out his shoulders only for it to return once you finish your sentence “but you have to understand that this is our job”

“If that’s all you wanted to say then you can leave, it’s late and I’d like to sleep” he says as he pushes himself off the wall and tries to walk over to the empty side of the bed only to be stoped by Price’s hand.

Price is quick to stand up, his whole body now hindering Gaz from moving any further.

You hear Gaz’s breath hitch, Adams apple bobbing nervously as something akin to lust bleeds into his iris.

One of Price’s arms sneak around Gaz’s waist while the other wraps around his throat, his hot breath washing over Gaz’s bare shoulder as he whispers the words “It’s okay love, we don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” eyes half lidded and voice hoarse, gently caressing Gaz’s throat.

“How about we do something else instead?” He continues, head moving even closer to Gaz’s shoulder and placing a kiss there, which in turn raises goosebumps all over the younger man’s body.

“Like what?” Gaz says, voice breathy and strained, adams apple bobbing again

“Oh I think you know very well what that might be, isn’t that right love?”

•

“Just like that sweetheart, doing so well,” Price says to you as you continue to bob down onto Gaz’s length while Gaz is trashing his head side to side, hands threatening to rip the sheets from how hard he’s gripping them while harshly biting down on his lips to keep the moans from spilling out of him. “We could do this all night, isn’t that right Angel?”

[shitouttabuck]

several sentence sunday

hello! from this post i saw on here yesterday and also the ridiculous would u peel an orange for me tweets

He imagines his heart as a citrus fruit, bright and bursting. This feels like digging a nail into the rind, working your thumb in, peeling it; quick, because this is already a familiar act—so much of loving Buck feels like memory, even the new. Half of what’s inside, the softest, stickiest, most tender parts of Eddie, given to Buck. The way Buck holds and handles with wonder each wedge of it like it’s—maybe not the first he’s ever had, not some Garden of Eden shit with its contorted belief of sin behind wanting and sharing, but like he’s going to savour it for the rest of time, plant the seeds inside that full-of-life place in his own chest. Keep Eddie there, look after this thing they’re giving each other so they can grow: upwards and intertwined and old together. Jesus, has Eddie always been this gross? This kind of giddy-in-love feeling that has every cell in his body vibrating with want and excitement and—joy, isn’t it? Untouchable, unshakeable joy, every time Buck so much as looks at him, never mind the touching and the telling and the loving on. That’s normal at the start of a relationship, Frank had told him. Yes, even an adult one, not a teenage hormone in sight. It’s just—his relationship with Ana hadn’t really had that, even at the start. And his second go-around with Shannon had been fraught with way too much hurt still held onto by them both. Attraction, passion, desire—check, check, and check. But this simple exhilaration, this fucking thrill that runs through him every time he remembers he gets to take Buck’s hand whenever the urge strikes? Every time Buck takes his hand, casual and easy? It’s a rush like no other. But that fades, right? You date for a few months, you live together, you learn, or relearn, every one of the annoying fucking habits the other person has, intimately, and you love them, so much, but the giddiness fades, right? But they’re coming onto a year, and there’s a ring stuffed into the bottom of the pair of Eddie’s socks he’s sure doesn’t have holes in them, and still, still, he thinks of Buck and he wants, giddy. He looks at Buck and the excitement is a full-body thrum. He reaches for Buck and the joy inside him is bursting, demanding, cannot be contained; it spills over and stains them, sticky like his split-open heart. And maybe that’s okay, he thinks, that he gets to feel like this without a deadline. Because if he gets to give it to Buck, press it into his hands and his mouth and the wispy curls at his hairline? It feels like joy is the point, and Buck’s the glowing foundation of it, and Eddie’s ready, actually, to spend a very long time getting accustomed to just how much happiness is his to keep.

idk where this fits yet, might belong to a wip or may write something more around it :)

tagging @onward--upward @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @chronicowboy @colonoscopys @rewritetheending @jeeyuns @zahlibeth @anakinfallen @buckactuallys @bucksbignaturals @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @eowon @clusterbuck @try-set-me-on-fire @butchdiaz @transboybuckley @devirnis <3

[eggcromancer]

Your art is spectacular 🤝 shaking ur hand in appreciation‼️‼️‼️ I'm Starrie btw if u need a friend and I hope u like it here in the DCA fandom🌟✨🌟✨🌟💞💞💕💖💖

AWAWAWAAAAA!!!! Y-YOU,,, I,,, AH-*EXPLODES IN FRIENDSHIP* 💥💥💥

Thank you @starriegalaxy!!! My first Tumblr friend, wowie! ✨💕

Confession: I was inspired to create my tumblr when I first saw the magma doodles that you and @crabsnpersimmons did! (Sorry for tagging you here Crabs! Hope I'm not being a bother! ><)

I think the DCA fandom is really swell and I'm so so glad to be here!~ I hope we'll be able to catch each other at the next magma!! 💛💛💛

[commsroom]

I hope you’re doing well with the storm. I wanted to ask about your thoughts about the Hephaestus crew and getting tattoos. (Mostly because I was getting a tattoo and thought “i feel like Eiffel wouldn’t be able to handle the pain of a tattoo… I should ask commsroom for her thoughts on this” lol)

oh, congrats on the tattoo!! what'd you get?

i'm definitely with you about eiffel; he's got low pain tolerance and isn't exactly patient. i think he's the most likely of them to want to get a tattoo just because he finds it cool / for no particular reason, but he would wimp out at the process, and he wouldn't spend the money required for a good one. i wouldn't be surprised if he's got a bad tattoo he doesn't remember getting (but he definitely remembers dealing with the infection afterwards) though, and / or a weird squiggly line somewhere from a time he insisted a friend of his should give him a tattoo and then he flinched and yelped and generally made it impossible to actually tattoo him.

i think minkowski would get a tattoo, but it'd be something she finds tasteful, small and easily concealed, that she considers a private reminder of something important to her.

lovelace probably has a couple of tattoos - at least one that she got socially, maybe she went to get tattoos as a bonding experience with some of her friends from the air force, and i could see her getting one as a memorial for her crew.

hera... i've been going back and forth on. she seems like a person who would need a tattoo to be meaningful in some way, but i don't know if she'd ever settle on something and actually get one (assuming she even could, of course.) i've been thinking that, if hera got a body, the relative permanence of physical changes would probably freak her out for a while (she would have such a bad time the first time she got a haircut she didn't like) and i think she'd be extra sensitive to physical sensations; it's all new to her.

[arsenicflame]

why is it so easy to show my friends so much grace i can never show myself? a friend doesnt respond to me for a week, a month, longer, and it doesnt bother me, because i know theyll get to me when its in their bandwidth, i trust and love my friends and want them to do whats best for them! but when i stare at my dms and replies and think of about 3 words to say before blanking.... no... i am a bad friend and everyone is judging me and getting annoyed. i could respond if i really tried, couldnt i?

[mako-doodles101]

Yo got any of your own bootheng/henghill hcs to share with the class? 👀

WAH- HELLO YES I DO???? WHDBNE

BUT BEFORE ANYTHING

(these headcanons are all purely platonic cause I genuinely prefer to think of them like that ngl :))

N E WAYS BOOTHILL AND DAN HENG HCS:

Yes I know I made a whole art about how boothill carries dh whenever he could but like lemme emphasize that this is only a Boothill Privilege™

Dh showing him something in his book: "so you see bla bla bla-"

Boothill who couldn't be bothered to kneel to Dan Heng's level: *scoops him up*

Dan heng:....

Dan Heng: you know you could hold the book if you want

Boothill: nah

Dan Heng: ...fine

On the other hand Dan Heng would absolutely deck any other person who tries to carry him in anyway shape or form (caelus he is looking at you)

Alright listen Boothill used to be a dad and Dan Heng grew up in the shackling prison with no contact whatsoever so what I am saying is boothill found out Dan Heng likes dad jokes and uses that knowledge WHENEVER

*boothill and Dan Heng investigating something and boothill sees stairs*

Boothill: Ya know.... I never trust stairs....

Dan Heng: ....what?

Boothill: ....cause they're always up to something

Dan Heng:

Dan Heng: *snort*-

It makes boothill always proud whenever he can pull one if these

Boothill actually knows a lot about machines and stuff (cause... Y'know) and sometimes yaps about them to Dan Heng

Dan Heng actually took interest in this sunject and records whatever boothil says if it wasn't already recorded in the data bank

(Dan Heng fell asleep once hile boothill was talking about them but only because he was too sleep deprived and hasn't slept in days and boothill is nice company)

(boothill wasn't mad, in fact he was quite pleased the guy finally slept he looked dead on his feet)

After boothill leaves Dan Heng sometimes even goes to welt to ask him about stuff he doesn't understand concerning machines and welt happily explains them which causes some bonding moments cause found family stuff is my JAM u-u

Boothill knows how to play a lot of instruments (guitar/ harmonica/ ukulele/ etc-) (i don't know most instruments forgive me 😔)

He taught Dan Heng how to play ukulele at some point

Whenever boothill visits he just grabs Dan Heng and leaves and no one is phased at this point

*boothill visiting the express and tb greets him*

Tb: are you gonna stay here for a while?

Boothill: I'd love yo, mate but I gotta get something real quick from the express and then maybe I'll stay for a whole

Boothill: *gets into the parlor car*

Boothill: *gets into the archives and rumages a bit*

Boothill: *gets out of the archives with Dan Heng on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes* Well, I'll be right back!

Tb, hemiko and welt who got used to this: sure!

Pompom, also used to this: BRING HIM BEFORE DINNER!

March, who still DIDN'T get used to this: .....

March doesn't get payed enough for this

Dan Heng actually doesn't KNOW a lot of swear words (he knows the basics lol) so sometimes boothill says a swear that doesn't fit into what Dan heng knows so he goes the data bank to look up for what boothill meant

Hemiko found out about this one day and she gave boothill A Discussion™ about how to not use so much colorful language around the others

Boothill shudders everytime he remembers said Discussion™

Aight I think that's actually all I have for now teehee~

[conkreetmonkey]

i completely forgot whether i actually sent these to you so my apolocheese if you're getting jumpscared by these again,.,,, Conky featured in random daily doodles

"I'd never kill you Buggsy! Why would I do that? We're friends!"

"You're so silly, Bug. These are going on the fridge!"

*sticks your drawings on my disgusting rusty refrigerator with letter magnets, a B and a C to represent our friendship*

*moves in for a hug, reeking of something between burnt hair and blue chemical toilet, various foul oozes smeared across my body*

[evilkaeya]

Why do people downplay Chuuyas role in Dazais life so much and why do they mischaracterize him a lot?

They also make it seem like Chuuya is nothing without Dazai as if he doesn't have his own set of colleagues and friends that have nothing to do with Dazai.

I hate those fics where they make Chuuya be extra sad and full on break down mode after Dazai leaves because that's so OC. They focus on the Oda-Dazai thing to make it seem tragic but do they forget this is Nakahara Chuuya who made a deal with the devil (Dazai/Port Mafia) just so his "friends" who stabbed him in the back could be safe?? He wouldn't blink if Dazai left cause of Oda cause he, of all people, knows the importance of friendship.

The death of his group of friends cemented his place in the Mafia while the death of Oda made Dazai leave.

ngl skk shippers who make Chuuya unnecessarily dependent on Dazai and act like he's some uwu gay sad boy make me so mad. No one mischaracterizes Chuuya more than skk shippers.

The last line you wrote is so true. I personally think Chuuya was simply mad at Dazai for leaving without a word, to hold him in such low regard that he thought Chuuya wouldn't understand why he was leaving. But maybe he was a bit sad too. Was their bond so unimportant to Dazai that instead of leaving a letter, he left a bomb? Did he not consider him a friend? Was all these years of partnership just an act? All that.

(my delulu ass also believes they actually stayed in contact after Dazai left. The dungeon reunion did not feel like a reunion.)

As for your first question, why do people mischaracterize Chuuya so much? It's because 1) you'll be surprised how many bsd stans are literal kids with undeveloped media literacy, 2) the bsd wiki page sucks. People read the light novels with their eyes closed and 3) there are weird shippers who only watch this show to fetishize the gay ships and they have the worst takes ever. You and I can't do anything about it unfortunately.

[voiceofsword]

Yaaay ^_^ hiii

Ummm. Rinniki. I love them. Uh. Do you think that Rinne waiting to kiss until marriage is a genuine thing he's committed to or do you just think he was a massive coward because of how forward Niki asked and now he's gotta commit to the bit. Both are funny but I think the latter is funnier.

OK PERSONALLY.... i do think rinne would be committed to it. i think hiiro would probably be too, if its something thats ever crossed his mind. but at the same time, i also think rinne could be convinced if niki really kept insisting, because if it happened once it's easy enough for rinne to shrug off, but after that i can only imagine it really feels like niki's testing his patience.... tradition vs the love of his life FIGHT!!

but also the one u suggested is so funny too. its like playing a game of gay chicken but niki doesnt even know hes participating in it, he would fully believe it's part of rinne's hometown traditions and just occasionally suggest them kissing but it wouldnt cross his mind that its not true. meanwhile rinnes like (tightens fist) idk how much longer i can do this. its really funny when rinnes portrayed as a huge playboy by people when in my head its more enjoyable to see him as a blushing virgin who doesnt even know how to kiss properly and wants to be with niki forever. he simply doesnt know where to start 😭 whereas niki doesnt think that hard about anything, so wanting to kiss rinne is just Easy. it comes naturally

in either case i think niki would probably be the one to initiate, i.e getting all close to rinne, intimate atmosphere, etc.. but rinne would have to be in just the right mood/mindset to know nikis serious and that he really really wants this, too. there's this beautifully written fic that expresses my thoughts on this really well; the fact that deep down rinne's insecure, too, and he wants confirmation of niki's affections just as much as niki would want his, even if theyre not entirely on the same page (but they can learn to be, theyre very important to each other!)

so rinne being really insistent about wanting to get married first is because he wants to make sure niki really loves him, too, even though its obvious he does — he just expresses his love differently.

something that doesnt change tho is that both of them want kissy. i think spiritually theyre both married anyway

[mel-loly]

Wait i noticed something..i almost never talked portuguese with u im even being brazilian i am literally speaking english in that ask

Nem se preocupa, é assim mesmo, tipo- eu e o Mike( @manpleblog ), desde o dia em que eu comecei a falar com ele, era todo dia a gente se falava em inglês (mesmo sabendo que somos brasileiros), só depois de um BAITA tempo a gente realmente trocou por falar português e, hoje em dia, são poucas vezes que falamos em inglês(normalmente é só em ask ou pra responder um post) akzbm

Don't worry, that's normal, like- me and Mike( @manpleblog ), since the day I started talking to him, we spoke to each other every day in English (even though we know we're Brazilian), only then It took a LONG time for us to actually switch to speaking Portuguese and, nowadays, there are very few times that we speak in English (usually it's just in ask or to respond to a post) akzbm

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[cakeywakeyfakey]

tried to draw ur Julie in your style (i failed, tremendously) but awa.....she so cyoot...........She hopes the world will burn to ashes under her very feet. 🥰 (I LOVE YOU!!!!♡)

My absolute reaction to this drawing!!!!!!!! :-D

TW: Head explode (again, not bloody!!)

OAHWHJWOQIQJWJQOQIQKQOOQLAPQPQUSKQLQJAOA??!???!?? ♥️💗

THANK YOUA SO MUCH FOR THIS?!!?!? THIS LITERALLY BRIGHTENS MY WHOLE LIFE!!!!! I FEEL SO HONOURED!!!!! 💗💗💗💗

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THAT YOU ACTUALLY DREW JULIE IN MY STYLE I AM ABSOLUTELY SO IN LOVE WITH YOU PLATONICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHAHAHAH YOU DREW HER ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

SHES SO ADORABLE I JUST WANNA SQUEEZE, HUG, HOLD HER AAAAHQHHAHQ!!!!!! MWAH MWAH MWAHHAHAHAHWH (I LOVE YOU TOOOOO!!!!!!! ♥️♥️)

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAINNNNBBB!!!!! YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETHEART TO MEMENEMAMA!!!!! ♥️♥️💗💗♥️♥️💗💗♥️♥️💗💗

I love you MWAH!!!!!! (I literally screamed, squealed, giggled, jumped around, and almost tear off my skin when I first saw this drawing.. it’s the absolute most! Mwah mwah!!)

[master-of-the-railway]

*crawls out of a hole* aaaand...I'm back :)

So, the beast engines are very docile around the coaches, right? So none of the coaches were attacked.

But say hypothetically that Thomas accidentally scratches either Annie or Clarabel. Or Toby accidentally scratches Henrietta. Would they turn, or would they be alright? If they do, how do you think they'd look?

You know, in all honesty I haven't thought too much on the railcars, mainly on the engines (...and perhaps boats?) and their situations. I suppose that the coaches and such would be in the same lane as the engines in terms of getting the legs, teeth, and fluffier (or scalier) features 'round the face. Though I do feel they would be far less bendable and have much shorter tails than the engines. I believe they'd be less feral and susceptible to animalistic instincts too, not immune of course, just more resistant. They'd also be the only type of monster rolling stock that can move without need for fuel- they had no moving parts before unlike the engines, so they're powered by something more...perhaps something magical.

I think a good majority of Sodor's coaches and cars would all be quite fluffy, Annie and Clarabelle especially, but only on their legs/tails/around their faces. The rest of them is completely smooth and normal.