#ty for the ask ily!

[assiraphales]

how it feels joining a fandom and having an absolute BLAST in the sandpit w ur new friends (fellow stans)

[mysterycitrus]

hihihi! tim drake in college real?

oog indeed mein freund

so ur tim drake, ur seventeen, and ur dad has just come back from the dead. u hollowed urself out until there’s nothing left and ur ribs are broken but you’ve never felt better. if u stop moving for more than a second the weight of the world hits u. there’s another kid wearing ur uniform and u have to watch as this new robin and bruce, the bruce u fought for, the bruce u left everything behind for, the bruce u nearly died for, debut as gothams dynamic duo. but it’s fine. u did what u had to do. u feel great, actually.

then ur brother who u love more than anything sits u down and tells u he’s enrolled u in college in california. ur so angry ur spitting. he trusts u and now he’s not even giving u the choice to stay. u want to kick and scream and hold on till ur hands are bloody, but he tells u that he’s worried. he’s been so scared for u since ur dad died. he thinks ur losing urself. he wants u to make choices for urself without bruce. he wants u to spend time with ur friends who are alive again and miss u. he wants u to take a chance to live ur life away from gotham, away from that burden.

he tells u: robin is never truly gone, alright? it’ll never leave. i need u to trust me that it’ll still be u no matter how many other kids wear the cape. i need u to trust that i love u more than what ur able to do in tights.

and he knows this better than anyone. he’s asking u to extricate tim drake from robin and batman and red robin. to remember what it felt like to choose. and after all these years u can’t say no, so u pack ur bags and leave for the west coast.

college is fine. u keep changing majors. u pick up photography as a joke, thinking about snapping photos of the boy wonder from a distance, to print in the basement dark room after school. it’s a laugh, and ur gonna drop it until donna troy finds out, and u spend a long time on the roof of the tower with her taking photos of the sunrise. it’s been a while since the sunrise was the start of ur day. it feels….. unfamiliar. she tells u about how ur brother became nightwing. she tells u about the heartbreak of having to move on. she tells u about choices.

kon’s right down the hall. he can hear u but u can’t hear him, so sometimes you’ll whisper a question for him to shout back. he obligingly poses for ur still life class. he and steph make fun of how u can’t decide what to study. it’s painful to become tim drake and nothing else again, but it happens in increments. u make friends with people in ur tutoriasl. ur less pale — u pinken under the sun easily, peeling flesh turning red and painful, but u look less like a corpse. ur hair is longer, and bart buys u a claw clip shaped like an avocado.

the new robin is growing up, and he explains colour theory to u for one of ur classes. he’s an asshole, but he’s trying. when asked politely, he draws character sheets for bart’s dnd group with minimal grumbling. red and yellow suit him, and looking at him in the costume feels less painful, and more nostalgic.

u brainstorm new ideas for urself, new roles, new ideas for the team, but there’s no rush. u have time. if u see bruce, u kno there’s someone else at his back, watching him through the night. dick texts u life updates, but they’re funny, not desperate. the world continues to spin. u, tim drake, are still alive.

[which-item-poll]

tbh I do think people are like. kinda making a big deal out of the nsfw polls? I'm very sex repulsed and EXTREMELY asexual, so like, I get it dude! I don't like seeing that stuff either! Thankfully, I have the tag filtering system, and you tag accordingly. I follow for the normal polls, so I just filter out the nsfw tags and carry on. (Btw thank you for tagging them, I do really appreciate it!) This way, the people who DO want to see the nsfw stuff can see it, and the people like me who came here for the normal sfw polls, who DON'T want to see it, can carry on as normal without having to see it! Everyone wins! Tag filters are your BFF.

Tag filters are a literal lifesaver.

[reegis]

Are you ok? My favourite mechs artist has been quiet recently

im am SO so sorry i havent been able to post in so long aaa.. at the moment i am very much not okay, unfortunately a lot of things have gone poorly very quickly but hopefully its only a temporary set back!!

tldr i finally managed to get a full time job a month & a half after moving and my car broke down for the last time almost immediately upon hiring so i now have to walk ~2hrs to and from an 8 hour shift every day + more personal stuff,, the pain & stress is Not fun for my back problems or mental health :,^)

hoping to get the bike my mom leant me repaired as soon as i have my first paycheck or 2, so fingers crossed that will make a huge difference

i have still been slowly working on comms in whatever free time i get but its slow going 😔 ty everybody for your patience & sorry again for not being online!

[illidariiii]

Twitter liked by booth babe / loss prevention Raphael so here are some Sakura Con Raphy pics ( ty to everyone who asked to take pictures with him, he would love the praise and attention hah! ) His ass was NOT HELPING!!!! Bonus, just some of the cute Raphael art I got from other vendors <3

[mistarover]

what happened to panic? i mean thank GOD hes getting kicked to the curb LMAO but like how did it happen

apparently he's disbanding it because he's having a kid but do NOT let that fool you anon. viva las vengeance was a DISASTER on the charts. it charted at number 13 and stayed there for a week which is the worst they've done on bb200 since their debut. every single panic release has stayed on the bb200 for at least 2 weeks- vlv fell off after a week. the title track is the only one that managed to chart anywhere and it didn't even break the bubbling under while every single from pftw and doab hit the hot 100. all of the next singles from vlv were so unremarkable and shitty that they didn't chart at ALL. not so sure about how many copies it sold but considering there isn't even a section for that on the album's official wikipedia page that should tell you everything you need to know. couple that with pretty much his entire target audience despising him because he's a piece of shit, overall panic streams being down the toilet, and even nonfans/people who don't care about the shit he did agreeing on the album being garbage and you've got quite a mess! so yeah he broke up the band because his ego was dealt a crushing blow

*edit: i didn't even MENTION the terrible sales that the tour got- he had to cancel half the dates because of it like gosh. not to mention the fact that everyone was shitting on the performances and his voice kept dying throughout

[0m0-0m0]

[* The DREAMER has caught you. Time to head back now.]

[fumifooms]

so glad you posted that compilation cus i literally can't stop thinking about chilchuck's succubi... everyone else's have so much to be said about them and are so much less straightforward than just classically sexual, but then chilchuck's Truly goes straight for the jugular. when i saw that one panel i could not stop jawdropping at how explicit they went with that implication like it's actually insane to me. i feel like it says a lot about him, what you said about him enjoying the simple pleasures of life like alcohol and sex, and he's really such... a guy. but if this is the most alluring form to him he really should get that divorce even if he still loves his wife i have to be honest LOL poor thing

YEAH literally it’s insane 💀I feel like due to the tension and action of the scene and the way the page is paneled it’s soo easy to brush over it and focus on other things without our eyes actually processing THAT. I have no clue how they’ll make it in the anime without just making it straight up obscene lmao, a friend joked that the sucking sound effect should be like a straw and I’d die laughing if Trigger does that. Maybe like slurping noodles instead. No clue what they’ll do genuinely.

I do believe Chilchuck is just Like That™️, but yes I also like to think that it reflects how deeper connections have hurt him in the past so he prefers relationships where he’s just there to do his job or just there to have fun without thinking and not have to worry about betrayal etc etc. He’s not there to think and have emotions he just wants to feel good for a while and be seduced and those things (succubi, sex alcohol etc) sure do that.

I wouldn’t say that this is the line crossed for why he shouldn’t get back with his wife though!! I do get the feeling that he and his wife just aren’t compatible and that they don’t communicate well, and with Chilchuck saying "I don’t know if it’ll go as well as in the stories, but I’ll try" about reaching out to her, and with idealization vs the actual person/thing being a big theme in Dungeon Meshi where we don’t know just how much he loves her or if he loves the ideal/memories of her, I do feel like they should reconcile but not get back together. BUT! I think the whole "most alluring form" thing shouldn’t be treated as the ultimatum that people often treat it as, the succubus chapters really reflect a bunch of themes that are present in the whole series, like ‘irrational instinctive desire vs what you actually want and need’ and such.

Again I’ll be spoiling a future analysis I want to make but… If the characters were to have their full minds in those chapters, what they rationally want most is very different than the succubus they got, something can be alluring but you’d still refuse it, like idk a cigar, hence why the succubi need to freeze their victims by reading their irrational desires so well. Chilchuck has gone 4 years since his separation with his wife still being faithful to her!!! FOUR!!! Had he his capacities he would not be cheating on her no sir. He’s marriage man have some faith. Had they their minds Laios and Marcille would be imagining Falin safe and welcoming instead. It’s much like with the Winged Lion, where the desires it twists the characters into aren’t the one they actually pursue (well, in Laios’ case at least. It emphases on them a ton even when it is a desire they show in everyday life), the monster twists the desires to have the outcome they want, it’s manipulation.

If your point is that the succubi don’t look like his wife though like come onnn you can’t either be asexual or think your partner is the literal prettiest person on Earth supermodel-like level to be with them and truly love them and be devoted come on… If that new blackhaired half-foot woman is her, then we saw with the succubi that he does favor her kind of eye shape, and idk that’s so much more romantic to me than hair color 🥺 Come onn he’s just a lil birthday guy he wants pleasure but he can’t fantasize about his wife bc it’d make him sad come onnn come on don’t hold it against him come onnn… Oh although I do read his "All your succubi are blonde, is your wife too?" "Shut up, don’t bring her up now!!" as guilt, bc he has a hard time thinking of himself as virtuous so I imagine in that moment he’s like "Man maybe this is why she left me… Maybe I really am not a virtuous husband…" and it’s like BUDDY a monster is playing you like a fiddle don’t make yourself feel bad over it 😭😭 I did write a fic around that concept though hehe 👈 But yes just defending my guy’s VIRTUES a bit out there. I do agree his wife had it rough, it must be so lonely and a lil devaluating to be his wife and always waiting on him and he can’t even work up the emotional maturity to voice that he loves you regularly when he is home 💀 Man is NOT a storybook prince charming

[yanaleese]

TYSM FOR 100+!!!!

Guys. I cannot explain my absolute gratitude and happiness for reaching such a goal as this!

Although the blog is so new, I can’t believe that you guys are supporting me???? Along with Karma and so much more MCs to come???????

Honestly guys. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, and thank you!!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR YOU. HOW DID ARISUGU MEET?🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 i am now steadily dragging everybody into this selfship playground hehehehhee ilysm<33 - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY!!!!!!!!……. welcome :3 take a seat :33 have some tea :333 🍵🍪 i’ve been Thinking abt this ask. intently. i got Way too into it btw

i think!! arisugu met in high school!! that makes most sense to me :> i transferred into his class and got attached to him …. pretty quickly probably. LMAO. i can see suguru being the one who gets assigned to show me around bc satoru Cannot be trusted w new students and shoko is a delinquent in the making…. so sugu is probably the one i meet first :3 and then i subtly imprint on him. like a duckling. a little ari following him around bc he has a soft silky voice. and he gets a bit of a soft spot eventually (me and the bad bitch i pulled by being socially incompetent <33)

WITH THAT BEING SAID…….. i see arisugu as The slowburn ever. neither of us are the love at first sight type, so i think it’d take a year or two for us to actually Fall in Love…. a year of getting to know each other on a deeper and more vulnerable level (ON THAT NOTE. late-night talks under starry skies are extremely arisugu coded)… so the feelings are very deep but. even though they’re mutual i don’t think we’d get together until a couple years have passed 😭😭 sugu would get tired of the ”chase” eventually and confess in our last year of hs maybe…. but i am Not Ready to accept his feelings. or my own. and i tell him that.

and so … he waits :’3 (WILLINGLY MIGHT I ADD i just think he’s the type of guy to say ”i’ll wait for you.” and Mean it yk….) until i eventually make the final push in like. our early twenties maybe…. which would mean about five total years of pining?? ish??? i just see it as a very tender, very very slow romance!! kinda like wading into deep water when you’re afraid of it. but by the time we get together we already know and trust each other so deeply that the change isn’t really too abrupt….. though he insists on taking everything at our own pace anyway. sniffle. i adore him (ALSO needless to say i’m not following canon here 🤨🤨 i firmly believe sugu wouldn’t have defected if he had a baby duckling following him around ok)

anyway. that’s how i picture it!! :3 i have Thoughts abt the overall dynamic but i think suguru is just… so patient. and so devoted. and i’m very loyal and also Very Shy. yepyep.

now . 😇 you didn’t ask for this but just as a comparison (<- this is a lie i just spent 2 much time thinking abt this)…. arigojo. i fear it’s a coworkers to lovers kinda deal. i’m Very Much picturing blindfolded gojo specifically and bc of his…. ways (crippling fear of intimacy + opening up) this is also another slowburn. and it ends with something a little less straightforward than arisugu bc i do Not think gojo asks me out…. it’s more of a gradual change yk?? bc labels are scary. but one day i don’t let him eat my portion of kikufuku and he goes ”how could you treat your boyfriend like this ;((” and i’m like . oh ok. so that’s what you are. we’re both losers sadly

ANYWAYYY THAT’S ALL i hope you didn’t run out of tea….. have some more just in case 🍵 as you can tell i had too much fun thinking of the Lore + all three of us are emotionally constipated (suguru too he’s just the most functional) but i hope reading it was enjoyable for youuu <33333 i love them. unfortunately.

[littencloud9]

oooo ask game!!! how about “for the last time, no.” + knkdz? (if you want to ofc<3)

YAYY HI! i love them sm <33

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“For the last time,” Kunikida groans, “no.”

Dazai sniffs, crossing his arms and looking away like a petulant child. His cane remains stranded on the floor. Kunikida cannot believe he’s in love with him. “You don’t love me anymore.”

He rolls his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Dazai, I don’t know how to tell you this…”

“Don’t break my heart any further!”

“…But I am not trading your physical therapy session for a million kisses. You still need to go.” Kunikida takes one of Dazai’s hands, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I promise I love you.”

Dazai’s face flushes and Kunikida grins, waiting for him to come up with a response. After a few seconds of faltering, Dazai huffs. “I guess I’ll go…”

“I’ll give you a million kisses if you do.”

“Really?” Dazai brightens, stepping closer. His eyes shine with mischief as he reaches out, putting his hands on Kunikida’s shoulders. “I might need some right now, or I won’t have enough energy to go.”

“Bullshit,” Kunikida snorts, but he cups Dazai’s cheek, admiring him for a second, before pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

[greeniery]

ur selfies r always so cute but u look exactly like my friend who i met by hitting with my car so i always get scared for like .5 seconds before realizing ^.^ anyways have a great dayy

[shakespeare-official-account]

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thou shalt beest the one in court f’r being too nice, noble spammer of hearts <3333

[dirtyyoungthing]

As if the stories and your face didn’t already have me heed and stroking, seeing the ask title? Fuck.

I never thought I was a pervy old man until I found your blog. But I’m definitely going to have fun cumming hard while looking at your face reveal. 😅

why’s this got me kicking my feet and giggling so much 🫣

i love that i’m just so much of a dirty little thing that i’m corrupting men!!! yes!!! i demand more of this!!!

hope u have fun, old man 🤭💕 please feel free to cum to me as much as you’d like 💖💖💖

[miseria-fortes-viros]

could u explain more abt ronsey being whelk and Noah? i understand that whelk and gansey both wanted to get to the leyline but im unsure why ronan would be Noah other that they’re best friends

the foremost parallel between ronan and noah does exist within the whelk-gansey relationship; gansey is whelk so therefore ronan and noah occupy the same position as best friend/roommate. as we get more familiar with noah’s (or rather, czerny’s) character, we find out he was a troublemaker, owned a fast car that he adored, was the middle son. ronan birthed cabeswater; noah died in it. ronan is the protector; noah is the sacrifice. all four are haunted by deaths: noah and whelk, by noah’s, gansey, by his own, ronan, by his father’s.

on hallucinations:

on loyalty:

on ghosts:

noah did not simply end up with ronan and gansey. he chose them. they reminded him of what he lost.

[miamierre]

piarles... wait... 🙏💗

It feels like a hundred lifetimes have passed since Charles has seen him, even if Lorenzo had scolded him that it's unseemly to be so dramatic about an ally from the Northern kingdom--you yearn like he is your wife, he'd once deadpanned when he'd found Charles wrapped up in the study poring over a book to locate the next encyclopedic fact to include in his latest letter to Pierre.

But it's difficult to feel anything but yearning, after all this time: two years it's been since Charles has sat across a dining table with the Duke he calls his friend, two years since they'd ridden off into the woods together to hunt pheasant, two years since he'd trembled from the drag of that white silk glove against his unshaven jaw. Upon the return to Maranello, Pierre and his men had ridden back north where they'd come from in a rather disheveled hurry, and all Charles had been left with is the sight of Duke Gasly turning back towards him from horseback, glinting blue eyes cutting through the hazy dawn.

Two years of waiting, against the advisement of his mother and the family priest and even his youngest brother, who's too caught up in the fantasy of war to have an opinion about anything else: they all somehow can agree on this, that Charles Leclerc should not keep up this improper friendship with a man of rank from a kingdom so far from their own.

But Lord Charles has never been one to listen to the advice of anyone he does not seek out himself, and it's with great satisfaction that he reminds himself of that today: in the carefully folded parchment clutched in his hands, written in perfectly scrawled French, is a message from the Duke himself--prepare your chambers, sweet bird, for i will return to you in a fortnight.

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