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1 follower = egg

10-40 followers = hatchling

50-99 followers = baby dragon

100-349 followers = dragon

350-500 followers = still a dragon

501-799 followers =  mega dragon

800- 4,999 followers = super hella dragon


These are the legit numbers.


(Source: toucher)

raesberry asked:

So I've been having a really crappy day... Do you think you could give me soma feels to make it better?


I’m sorry to hear that. :(

Will a fluffy headcanon help? Even if it doesn’t, you’re getting one anyway.

So, Soul and Maka are pretty comfortable in each others’ personal space. Maka’s a fairly affectionate person and all, so she doesn’t think it’s at all weird that Soul is also pretty affectionate nor does she notice that she’s pretty much the only recipient of that affection.

And time goes on and there’s angst and resonance issues and dramatic confessions of undying passion and maybe a little bit of kissing in the rain if we’re going for the full Hollywood effect, and they’re together, right? They’re dating, they’re a couple, they’re head over heels for each other, whatever you wanna call it. And it turns out… Soul is the biggest fucking cuddle slut. Like, holy hell, he is literally incapable of keeping his hands to himself once he has full permission to touch the booty.

But seriously, it’s not even just sexual stuff, either (although that bit’s pretty nice, too). He just loves her a lot and touching her is his favorite way of expressing that. He’s an intensely emotional person and feels things very deeply, his love for her being probably the biggest thing he’s ever felt, but he’s not so good with the words (he gets better as time goes on, he really does, but it’s still not easy), so the best way to show how he feels is just exactly that- to show her. He loves her and wants to be close to her, so he just… takes every opportunity for being close to her. They cuddle on the couch. He always has his arm around her shoulders when they’re out with their friends. Maka’s not entirely sure they actually have separate hands anymore- she thinks they might’ve just fused together, like trees that’ve grown too close together for too long. Soul has never ever passed up an opportunity to hug her and often invents excuses to do so (she finally caught onto his game when he insisted that hugs cured paper cuts).

Maka takes great delight in passing this information on to the girls, who are frankly astonished (at least until they stop to think about it for a minute).

epicminion asked:



"Polka dot," Soul said miserably, thumping his head down on his folded arms. "Green polka dot.”

Black Star snickered. “You’re this worked up over polka dots? Dude.”

"It’s Maka," Soul said defensively, cracking one miserable red eye. "Maka in polka dots. As long as I’ve known her it’s been, like, skin tone or white."

Black Star moved from snickering to raucous bellowing, even as he patted Soul on the shoulder. “That’s nothing, man. Tsu’s got these lacey things that hold up her stockings, and they’re black with little stars, and—”

"Too much info," Soul groaned. "Please, for the love of Death, stop."

"Why?" Black Star leered unrepentantly. "Too much for you to imagine the bookworm in a garter belt— ouch, fuck, really?"

"I may not survive this," Soul said, staring at the ceiling with the dramatic air of a martyr. "If I die, don’t ever let Maka date anyone else."

"Yeah, whatever. Hey, are you gonna finish your fries?"

"You’re a terrible friend," Soul said faintly before getting up and slouching out the door, head hanging.


Maka looked up from her book when he came in, brow furrowing at his averted face. “Are you all right?”

"Uh, yeah, Black Star was just being an idiot."

"As usual, then. Hey, thanks for doing the laundry," she said innocently, one finger marking her page.

Soul stared at her with an expression of pure, hunted anguish. “Uh— um— yeah. No problem. I— yeah,” he managed at last.

She beamed at him. “I might trade chores with you. If I do the dishes from now on, will you do the laundry?”

Dishes, the most hated chore in the house, and here she was offering to do them herself— but at what cost? It wasn’t as if he didn’t want the opportunity to examine her newly favored polka-dot panties, but he honestly wasn’t sure his heart could take the mental images that came with it. “Er,” he said. “Um. Y-yes?”

"Cool, thanks," she said mildly, returning to her reading. Soul groaned inaudibly and slunk away, pulling feverishly on the collar of his shirt; once he was gone, Maka allowed herself a single, devilish grin into her book.

He’d lived through the polka dots, but she didn’t think he’d do so well handling the black lace-and-sequin bra and thong set that was currently resting atop her dirty laundry.

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