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[rainy-xp]

Im gonna pst this here separately just because I can-

But this is the original post!

[ramvur]

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3 times gaz was the rizz master vs 1 time he was the puppy-eyes king

[pinkrabbitgirl]

[unbakedturtledoodles]

If I'm struggling with financial math so will Raph.

This is sort-ish vent art? But like not really because it's so funny, but also not because if I fail this class it'll be bad for my degree. Haha, fun. Anyways.

OG reference:

Me when taxes or whatever they add to literally everything.

[incubibun]

When I tell you that I am tired

Anyway might make an ask blog but not sure, opinions would be nice

Still taking oc requests too cause smiling critters are fun to draw

[stardustdiiving]

Does anyone have any Nahida centric fic recommendations….anything is fine I’m just looking for like anything that has a fair amount of Nahida in it & u think characterizes her well. If it has angst I’ll cheer

[not-a-vegan3]

Kaboodle smp? I think you mean the weirdest polycule ever and their adopted problem child

[needlexes]

you give her a color and she'll slay every time!

(the outfits are from Pinterest, my beloved)

[sillyflorii]

simon w cats!! (≧▽≦)

[whiterexpper]

Best ship in nevermore imo

[unfairguy]

Hi AU art

Nvm just gonna edit this. It's a little stupid but I like it

So the Expunged guys stem from one being but due to them being separated for quite some time, they've formed their own bodies, minds, and memories. If they ever remember, they could possibly merge together and share a body that would consistently shift between each form- that includes physical transformation (obviously). But for now all they really know is they come from one entity and are therefore the same person biologically

(Fun fact, this actually comes from a dumb roleplay on Discord w one of my best friends lol. It would make much more sense if you were there)

[ramvur]

heya everynyan!! i'm not gonna make this too long, just briefly explaining my situation here.

I work with art commissions, I do comics, reference sheets, illustrations, chibis, you name it. If you can't commission me even just sharing this post will help a lot! or if you'd like to donate, here's my Ko-Fi link. Every dollar helps me through my goal of reaching a better life :)

I live in Venezuela, and I've been planing on leaving the country for a while now, this has been made difficult due to a number of factors (housing, pandemic, etc.) but now I'm very close to be able to achieve it, so that's why I'm asking for help today! I already have ticket money covered, all i need to gather right now is money to cover living expenses and other fees, i need to make a minimum of $2k by november, and I know with your help i can make it!

[azraels-silly-sketches]

A couple doodle pages :)

[iwachomen]

Dunno what im doing, Tumblr is weird, here is a very very old meme... enjoy? how does exists in place?

[giggly-squiggily]

Hii can i request lee mitsuya and lers draken and baji

Of course you can, anon! I've gotcha covered!

CW: Swearing- the Toman Gang are all potty mouths and need their own brand of soap (especially Baji) (Affectionate); angst, light mention of homophobia

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@duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13, @myreygn

“Mitsuya’s hiding something.” Baji growled, side eyeing the mentioned man in the distance. “What’s he so tight lipped about?”

“Knowing him, it’s probably sewing related.” Draken shrugged, not bothering to move from his spot lying back. It was Friday, and with no immediate Toman meetings or homework assignments due, the tattooed highschooler’s only plans were to work out, sleep, and take Emma out somewhere nice. “Leave him be- you know how he gets when he’s in ‘the zone’.”

The ‘zone’ was their loving way of saying Mitsuya becomes a hermit during his projects- not talking to anyone, grunts as his only form of communication. He turned up to Toman meetings looking like he’d been at work all night, dark circles under his eyes and bandages on the tips of his fingers. It was a bit unhealthy, but not even Mikey could pull him out of it, so they’ve unspokenly agreed not to bring too many projects up if Mitsuya looked particularly ragged.

“That’s the thing- last I checked, he’s not working on anything!” Baji waved a hand to emphasize his point. “I haven’t seen him with his notebook at all.”

That was new. Draken opened his eyes, brow’s furrowing in thought. “No notebook?” That was the usual sign he was entering the ‘zone’.

“And his fingers! They look fine!” Baji nodded more, talking with his hands. “He’s got no bandaids, and there’s no needles anywhere! He’s definitely not in the ‘zone’. Something else is going on.” Baji looked back towards Mitsuya, squinting. “You think he’s mad at us?”

“Unlikely. You know how he gets when mad.” Draken sat up, following Baji’s gaze. The other didn’t seem angry at the least. If anything, there was a noticeable droop to his shoulders. “Think he’s upset?”

“Hm…” Baji got up, slapping dust off his thighs. “One way to find out.”

~~~

It took them less than five minutes to wander over, taking a seat on each side of their friend. “Ay, Mitsuya.” Draken threw an arm over his shoulder in greeting, starting the other into alert. “What’s up? Why are you sitting here like it’s a funeral?”

“I’m not…” He began, fading off then. A shadow passed over his face, resealing his lips. “I’m fine.”

“The hell you are. We’ve known you since middle school, you really suck at lying.” Baji grumbled as he lightly shoved him. “If someone’s giving you shit, I’ll kick their ass.”

“Baji, what did I tell you about resorting to violence.” Draken glared.

“Says the guy who threw Takemitchy’s entire house at Mikey.” Baji shot back.

“It wasn’t an entire house, it was more his front yard.”

“Same thing.”

“It’s not-”

“Guys, please.” Mitsuya cut them off, sounding incredibly tired. “If you’re gonna fight, can you do it somewhere else? I’m not in the mood.”

 Oh yeah, something was wrong. “Mits. What’s going on for real.” Draken asked, returning his attention to the teen. “You know you can talk to us, right?”

Mitsuya bit his lip, hiding the slightest hint of a quiver. “I’m fine, I swear.” He grunted, voice thick. He started to stand, but Draken’s arm was like iron. “Draken, let me go.”

“Mitsuya-”

“Ken.” His voice was firm, eyes hard. “Please. Let me go.”

Government names. This was serious. Draken pulled his arm back, freeing the other. Mitsuya started to leave.

“Oh hell no, like that shit’s gonna work.” Baji reacted before anyone could stop him, grabbing Mitsuya around the waist and pulling him down. Almost immediately they were fighting, elbows going and fist connecting. “Baji, get the hell off!” Mitsuya growled.

“Kiss my ass! You’re gonna talk! One way or another, I’m getting an answer!” Baji twisted, quickly pinning the other down against the cool gravel. With fast hands, he had Mitsuya’s wrist pinned beside his head. “There.”

“Baji…” Mitsuya hissed, expression dark. “Let me go. Now.”

“Oo, scary. Like that’s ever worked before.” Bounding up both hands with one of his own, he dropped the other to his waist, starting to tickle. “Come on, talk to me, you ass!”

“Er! N-No! Stahahap it!” Mitsuya grunted, immediately squirming beneath the touch. Draken was about to step in and pull Baji off when he took a look at Mitsuya’s face. While he was certainly annoyed, he wasn’t uncomfortable.

Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea afterall.

“Oo, stubborn are we? You know how the saying goes- Sewed lips will be snipped!” Baji grinned as he ran his hand towards his ribs, making the gray haired teen spasm with a snort. “Don’t make me get my scissors, Mitsuya.”

“Whahahahat kind of mohohoohorbid saahahahhaying is thahahahhat?” He grunted out, bubbling over with laughter. “Yohohhoohur insahahhahane!”

“And you're stubborn. Aye, Draken- help me get this ass to talk!” Baji nodded towards the taller man, narrowly avoiding a fist to the nose. “Aye, watch it!”

“Kihihihihiss my ahahhhahahss!” Mitsuya tried to swing again, but his wrist was caught easily by Draken. “Drahahahhaken hehehehehelp!”

“Sorry, Mits. First you talk. Until then.” He grabbed both wrists now, holding them high and exposing even more tickle spots. “Get him good, Baji.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!”

“No no no no nohoohohohohohohohooho!” Mitsuya squealed out in mirth as both of Baji’s hands came into play, drilling into his ribs and squeezing along the space below them. “Ahahahahhahahabsoohohohohohluhuhuhuhutely nohohohohohohot! Stahhahhahap it! Bahahahhahahajihihihihihihi!” Mitsuya’s face was starting to tint pink, his smile wide and his eyes squeezed shut. It was much better than earlier. “Cohohohohohome ohohohohon, I’m shehehehehrious!”

“Hi serious, I’m Draken.” Draken snickered at his own joke, earning a giggly glare from the other. “Ready to talk?”

“Nehehehehhehehever!”

“Shame. Baji, try his feet. He’ll die.”

“Oo?” The long haired teen lit up at the info, flipping around with a gremlin like giggle. “His feeties are ticklish, are they?”

“NO! No thehehere nohohoht!” Mitsuya squirmed more, trying to break out. His eyes were light with laughter, the earlier pain fading away bit by bit. “Dohoohhn’t you dahhahare!”

Baji didn’t respond. Instead, he looked over his shoulder with a mischievous grin as he yanked off a shoe, running a finger along the socked sole.

The reaction was glorious. Mitsuya let out a shriek like cackle- his entire body jolting as if he was electrocuted. “Wahahhait!”

“I think we found a good spot!” Baji grinned, diving in and attacking relentlessly. Mitsuya swore as he flailed about, his laughter filling the air with each scratch and scribble. Draken gave up on holding his wrists, laughing just as hard as Mitsuya curled in on himself, holding his belly as tears of mirth dotted his eyes. “Ready to tell us?”

“YEHHEHEHEHS I’LL TEHEHEHELL YOU! NOW STAHHAHAHAP!”

“Baji, let him breathe.” Draken called out, stretching forward and wiggling two fingers under Baji’s arm, making him squawk and fall to the left.

“Uncool!” He stammered, flushed slightly.

“Deal with it.” Draken told him good naturedly, looking down at a now exhausted Mitsuya. “Feeling better?”

That earned him a halfhearted glare, but the other nodded, panting. “I’m…better.” He looked away, eyes clouding. “It’s been a bad day, that’s all.” When the other two waited, Mitsuya carried on. “This is gonna sound stupid as hell, but…do you two think I’m too weak for Toman?”

Draken gaped, Baji nearly choked. “HUH?” Both squawked in shock.

“See, I told you it was stupid.” Mitsuya sighed.

“No, no- don’t shut us out.” Draken recovered, making Mitsuya look at him. “It is stupid- the idea you’re too weak. Mitsuya, you’re one of the founders of Toman. The First Division Captain. How the hell does that make you weak?”

“Seriously; clearly whatever made you think otherwise never seen you fight.” Baji nodded in approval. “Shit, you nearly took my ass out, and I’m the best fighter there is.”

“Yeah yeah…I just-” Mitsuya looked like he was struggling to speak, debating on what to say. “Recently…someone was talking shit about me. About Toman. I guess they forgot I was in the sewing club, or they chose to say it there just so I’d hear it.” Baji tensed, ready to kill. Draken glared at him before nodding for Mitsuya to continue.

“They were saying a captain and a founder shouldn’t be such a…I don’t wanna say it, but you know what word it was.” Now it was Draken’s turn to look furious. “They said I’m only good at making dumb things like flowers and shit, and that it was a mistake for me to be in Toman.” The words gutted him, like they were being thrown his direction as he spoke. “I know I shouldn’t listen to it but…what if they're right? What if I am Toman’s mistake?”

“They’re not. You’re not Toman’s mistake.” Baji glared fiercely, a protective tone sharpening his voice. “Don’t ever say that.”

“But what if it’s true, Baji?” Mitsuya argued, angry now. “What if I am, and all this time I’m just holding back Mikey and his dream? Then what?”

“The only ones who can decide if you’re a mistake is Toman itself, and to think we’d ever call you that is an insult to both the gang and Mikey’s dream.” Draken sounded tired- even to himself. Still, he raised his chin as he met Mitsuya’s eye, putting every ounce of conviction in his voice. “You’re the farthest thing from it.”

“Hell yeah, and besides- where would we be without you?” Baji shook him lightly. “We can’t sew for shit; we’d look stupid at meetings and fights without you.”

“So I can sew.” Mitsuya grumbled. “Big deal-”

“And you’re a lot calmer than us when it comes to group disputes. So far I think you’re the only one who can handle a problem without resorting to his fists.” Draken nodded in agreement, mildly eyeing Baji. The other didn’t seem to notice.

“Guys-”

“And you’ve got an amazing taste in movies and shows.”

“You know how to make the best snacks we’ve ever tried.”

“You’re smart and help me with homework when Chifuyu’s busy.”

“And you give good advice on gifts and other matters of life.”

“You’re hot-”

“Guys, guys, enough.” Mitsuya was laughing now, wet with newly formed tears. “I get it, I do. I’m sorry for ever believing what that asshole said. I know Toman wouldn’t think I'm weak.” He shook his head as he wiped his face. “I just…I guess I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

Draken nodded, satisfied. Baji looked pleased. “Good.” The blonde smiled, the expression growing wicked. “Now- let’s get Baji.”

“Heh?” Baji blinked.

“Good idea.” Mitsuya grinned, sitting up the best he could.

“Wait- what are you two-” Baji scrambled back, starting to stand. “Oh hell no, stay away from me- I’LL FART ON YOU!” Baji booked it, running for safety while Mitsuya stayed on his trail, easily outrunning the other and taking him down.

Draken laughed as the area filled with Baji’s clown-like cackles. Later, he’d find the piece of shit who dared to hurt his friend and insult Toman.

That was later. For now, he’ll stick around and help these two out.

I hope this was good!