thanks alison but that is not true

but yes i reached 500 followers!!!!! ahh im so blessed to have all of you supporting my shitty naegi that i actually feel bad making this list??? you all deserve to be on here and ill forget like 20 of you probably;; 

this is in no particular order– just who i remember and who sticks out!

etherealian || mystxryious || enoshimacorp || snowyboarder || miss-idol || bosozoku101 || portevoix || aristxcratie || suuima || yuxtsu || yttni || famemonsteronpa || shinzoukou || indulgingidolkuzu || anexairetos-archive || idollteen || punkofrockballs || cilesovon || choukoukoukyuunomechanic || rescuro || kazuichipop || his-aniki || sanxuine || inegotism || fxkawatouko || lyingxmblr || technicus || teruyaki || tinydxncer || taintednurse || gemuhime || netsujo || nemuigema || flowerkouhai || corruptedxclever || onisamaa || kyoukokiwigiri || lepuretta || humandisqualification

Despite being in the household for just a few months, he was already overstaying his welcome by still having no amount of respect for the other’s privacy. He was very much curious, going through his belongings constantly without permission. It wasn’t much of an exaggeration; he literally would investigate everything he brought home. It wasn’t everyday he got to live with a mechanic, so of course he would find something to prod around with. Souda on the other hand never appreciated such touchy hands feeling around with his belongings, always yelling at the serpent to quit meddling in his affairs.

So it was no surprise when, yes, he had found the other male in the bathroom like the abundant dozen of other times was he again interjecting himself into his daily actions. Shower, to him, were found to be meaningless. Since he didn’t sweat, nor really produce any rancid odor, he was merely interested in watching a human bathe. The mechanic wouldn’t mind if he had just stepped in with him, didn’t he? 

Of course he didn’t. If he did, then he would be make sure he’d be okay with it.

Removing his clothing at the bathroom door ( this is what you’re suppose to do, right? Leave it OUTSIDE the door? ), he figures to knock lightly or just to open the door with his full force. The second sounded much better, so slamming the door open with the possibly of breaking its hinges is what he had done. What he was greeted with was a alot of mist and a sort of disfigurement vision of Souda through all of that smoke, but he would deal with it. He’d be getting a closer look soon enough.

"I’m getting in!" He shouts, his footsteps proceeding to walk towards the bath with absolutely no sense of shame. 

Stricken with fear and embarrassment, the cogs in Souda's head could not grind a plan quick enough before Kuroha approached him with such brashness. "S-STOP!" he nearly screeched, deepening himself in the water, his head being only thing that was not submerged. 

Damnit, if only the soap bar was closer to him.

"W-what the fuck do ya think yer d-doin'!?" His eyes, a deep brown without the mask of contacts, were wide in terror, begging for a rational response instead of the usual "just because" or "I felt like it" followed by a scornful agnomen. What would be considered rational, though? Barging in on a bathing man was not rational in any way unless it was a porno. …Was it? 

The hot pulse that fluttered on his genitals quickened, bringing him back to the awkward situation before him. 

some pictures of sushi + sashimi + squid tempua + ice cream of going to kyoto last night heh

Not Munday, but since I haven’t posted anything in a while, here’s me at Sin’s house. (He’s playing Osu aha)

STOP TAKING PICTURES OF MY ROOM ww

ok

May page from the Dangan Ronpa Anthology calendar

Picture by: Nihonbashi yowoko + Tohru Kiuchi

Send "Mixed ♈ Bathing" for My Muse's reaction to Your Muse Joining them in the Bath..

Pairing still makes no sense | choukoukoukyuunomechanic

( Don’t even remember when I sent that ask hrn

choukoukoukyuunomechanic )

He looked to him dubiously, raising an eyebrow to the hand movements that interconnected with the machine in such an intricate manner that he couldn’t comprehend…to an extent. He wasn’t fond of whatever hobby the male had to do during his spare him; he actually preferred if he stayed away from him when his hands were incredibly greasy and not at its best conditions. The current white scarf that made a monochrome blend with his hair gave him some type of warmth as he nuzzled into it’s fabrics, waiting for him to be done. The piece of accessory was a gift to him from the other for a Christmas present and albeit for the fact that he immediately declined, he soon asked for it after a day when he went shopping without it.

He could’ve stayed their house, but then that would mean he’d have to interact with the mechanic’s father. That never ended well for either of them, especially the serpent who would get a scolding and a not so happy Souda.

Standing there, he frowned immensely when he felt a sudden chill crept up into his back and jumped just slightly. He remembers how much he hated any amount of degree that was lower than 90 degrees now. He gave a sharp sigh as he dug his fists into his pockets, looking elsewhere now that the machinery fixing was becoming a bore to him. If there was ever a time when he could snatch him away and bring him into a warm bed, it’d be now. 

Winter sucks.

With a final sharp turn of the wrist, Souda had completed his work for the day. He had been working hard on this mount of money to the point that his slender fingers that were blanketed beneath the greasy gloves could only crick and creak when he moved them, making it difficult to maintain his efforts anyhow. Straightening his spine with small, blissful pops and cracks, the mechanic let out a satisfied groan, which one could mistakenly describe it as "provocative".

"Oi, Kuroha," Souda started, closing the heavy top without peeling his eyes off of the other. "Yer gonna freeze if you stand our 'ere like that. Remember last time?"

The sight of the slender man's inhumanely purple skin that was ridden with frostbite flashed in his mind, alongside with the nonchalant, voice that told him to hurry up in such a manner that it really was deemed demanding. It wasn't his fault for Kuroha's deformed (yet oddly now healed) skin and digits. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't his fault at all . And right now, it wasn't going to be his fault if a similar incident occurred. Good thing he bought that scarf. At least some blame will for sure not be upon him.

"C'mon. I'm pretty sure we got some tea left t'make 'n' if pop's ain't usin' the bath, then you can use that." He had completely forgotten why Kuroha was out in the garage in the first place, spewing suggestions as an act of unease to the latter's exposure to winter's frigid night.

Let's do a weird headcanon thing

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Hot pink irises scanned the displayed metal shelves that contained the most precious tools that only a few could ever get their hands on. With prices that rose well above his family’s entire budget, the mechanic gave a low sigh, feeling a tickle in his throat and a wave of chills as he did so. Shifting the weight that sagged in his arms, Souda unconsciously let out a small sneeze into his shoulder, despite already wearing a mask. It was best to leave this bustling city before more sporadic nuisances made their way into his system.

Starting his way back to his own shop, it felt as though a wall of bricks slammed itself into him. He ricocheted back onto the concrete, the contents of his paper bag spilling along the sidewalk. Nuts, bolts, screws, a few different sizes of Phillip’s. Everything he had just bought a few minutes ago now laid scattered. It reminded him of his elementary school days, but why waste his time reminiscing on such a depressing topic when he’d just end up looking like a dazed fool?

Looking up at the man he had bumped into, a sense of fear dawned upon the smaller male. “B-B-Boso—” The signature pompadour, a decorated school jacket, a glare that could slice through titanium. Souda was ready to scream for help. Until, that is, the man bent down to help him.

In realization that the tall male was helping him out, Souda hastily picked up the slack, grabbing any small pieces before they were lost. He grabbed the rest that nestled in those large hands, placing them safely back into the bag. Afterwards, he reluctantly grabs the other’s coarse palm, feeling his tense composure relax a bit. “T-thanks,” he finally said, giving a sheepish grin back, but it hid behind his mask. Hopefully his eyes communicated his gratitude instead. “I, uh, need some things for my own shop…” the mechanic responded to the unexpected question with a trail in his voice. He imagined that they would split ways without another word, but it seemed as though he was wrong. “Ain’t workin’ on anythin’ right now, though… Just try’na restock some stuff before it gets too cold out t’come ‘n’ buy ‘em.”

He frowned deeply when he noticed the other’s look of fear, sighing heavily once they stood and he was next to the man. He watched him as he spoke and listened, nodding his head a couple times. “Hey, it’s nothin’ ta thank me for, I’m the one that knocked you down. ‘S only right for me to help…” he gave a weak smile, watching the other with confused eyes. He seemed so stand-off-ish, though Mondo supposed he was used to people acting that way around him by now.

"Oh, what kind of shop do you run? Do you by chance fix bikes?" he aked, his face brightening a bit. "I’ve been workin’ on my bike for a while tryin’ to make it seem more intimidating and shit… I think I might have taken off a bit too much shit though, cause it makes this weird noise no and I dunno what the hell’s wrong with it…"

He rubbed the back of his neck and grinned, “I dunno if you can, but I would really appreciate it if you could help me with it sometime.” He laughed loudly, a hand coming down roughly on the other man’s back as he did so. “Where’s your shop at anyway?” he stopped, looking down at the other man with a questioning gaze, “I totally forgot that I should probably ask that, I’m a fuckin’ idiot sometimes!”

Frozen hands gripped the crinkled bag, nerves too numb to feel its rough texture as the Phillip's head prodded against it. The mechanic listened to the large man's small dilemma, finding it a tad bit amusing at the image of a gangster failing to fix his own bike properly. The placid snow that blanketed their surroundings held no peace to Souda's unnerved mind, however, nor did the taller man's suspicious friendly slap on the back, but it was that fear that made his arm shift, his digits finally moving to awkwardly adjust the mask to speak. 

 "Yer talkin' motorcycles, right? Yeah, we work with those. Even though we're just a small bike shop..." He muttered the last part under his breath, eyes gazing at his concealed toes that still felt the frost that nipped so harshly at them. It irked him how he indistinctively said "we". There was no such thing in the run-down shop that he spent majority of his free hours in--but there was no time to dwell on those thoughts. A possible customer, who may or may not be a threat, was asking for his help. 

"I guess I got some time t'spare... Dependin' on if ya want me t'come with ya--which'll cost extra for th' train ticket if ya take it--or if ya wanna come back t'the shop," Souda shrugged with uncertainty as he tried to calculate how this unexpected ordeal should turn out.

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