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your voice is my favorite sound (1/7 seconds) | jjk

♬ pairing: audiobook narrator!jeon jungkook x digital artist!reader

♬ genre: this part is filled with fluff and cracK but my humor is not that funny tbh- BUT so much fluff you might as well be on cloud 9 right now heehee

♬ summary: after opening a 7-second audio file, you are more than sure you were attracted to this person you barely even know about.

♬ word count: 6.7k

♬ authors notes: merry christmas guys!!! and what is better for you all to get into the christmas spirit than me posting my first-ever fic series?!! this was written and kept in my drafts for about half a month,,,i wanted to post this next year but i'm just so excited that i couldn't wait until 2022 ;D it was such a fun experience starting this series (because yk i don't have to write so much it tires me out every time i open a 10k+ file on my laptop lol) but this was so fun!! i have all the 6 parts planned out and some even written out and we just gotta wait for my lazy ass to proofread them and edit them until they are perfect for posting :) i will try my best to at least post a part every month or maybe 2? 3? idk! but the thing i need the most right now is you guys' valuable and very precious feedback so definitely throw me some if you can. i want to get a better understanding if you guys are enjoying my current writing style or if you guys are wanting something more different because i know that i still have so much space to grow in writing and there is no better way for me to understand and get a grasp of it than having you guys,,,,my previous readers to also understand and learn that i still have so, so much learning to do!! thank you guys if you guys read this all. i love you guys so much and enjoy yvimfs series-!!

this is the first part/second out of the 7 part/second series!

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[ 1/7 seconds in ]

it was dark into the night when you finally arrived back in your apartment, the velvet dark night was like a giant blanket that covered up the entire city, forcing everyone to close their eyes up and head into dreamland. it was 2 am and you felt more tired than ever. the graphic designing task was reaching its deadline and you could not help but to stay late at your work, trying to finish the last final touches on your piece.

closing the door behind you, you begin to change your shoes and put on your fluffy slippers, you hear your bones crack as you bend down to put the slippers on. as if you swallowed so much lifting weights, your body felt as if it was being pulled down to the ground out of tiredness. you get yourself up and hang your tote bag on the bag hook to the right, then pick up your white sneakers to place them back into the shoe rack……then your hand holding the sneakers stops in its tracks.

the entire shoe rack has been completely covered by so many different pairs of shoes, all your roommates and all disorganized and messy, so messy to the point that it would take you at least 3 minutes trying to match a pair of shoes up. from high heels to ballet flats, you could not help but to roll your eyes and get yourself to organize them to form a small spot to place your sneakers.

you walk into your bedroom, find your pink pot and grab it to head into the kitchen, deciding to make noodles for yourself. you turn on the light for the kitchen and of course, are stunned once again. the sink was filled to the brim with pots and pans, all greasy and unwashed, at least for days. you sigh and walk closer to the sink, observing the mess closely, then turning on the tap, watching the water run into the sink, trying its best to clean the stained and very oily utensils.

within seconds, you realized what was wrong, the sink was clogged. the pure clear water is now foggy and musty. you feel the sight of how disturbing this looks rush to your already very tired mind. as if you yourself fell into the sink of water, you feel the urge to throw up at the scene. aggressively closing the tap, you walk straight to the bedroom that is locked, slamming and knocking as hard as you can. the wood of the door trembling and you know this is not a pleasant thing to do for the both of you, but you don’t care anymore.

you don’t know how many times you knocked on the door, but enough times to make your hand feel numb and sore for the next 10 minutes. the person on the other side is still silent as ever as if you were just knocking on a grave. on someone who is unalive. but you know for sure, the person who is unalive will revive tomorrow as if they still have 9 lives left, and haunt you continuously.

today was the you-don’t-know-how-many-times-this-has-happened time. you have completely lost count of how terrible this roommate experience had been. the first time, she did not flush the toilet properly. you were not that concerned, you just texted her, explaining it to her and asking her nicely if she can check properly next time. no response. she was always in her room doing god-knows-what. the second time was when she forgot to dry the laundry, after 2 days you found them just sitting on the floor, all wrinkly and looking like used up tissue paper. again, you knocked on her door, no response. you had to go and deal with the giant pile of almost moldy clothes yourself.

living together really is all about luck at the end of the day, because if you’re unlucky, you will probably encounter the most bizarre people.

the most annoying thing was about the fact that she would go to the landlord about the smallest inconveniences about you. maybe if you came home too late and the sound of the key being inserted into the front door was too loud for her liking, or how you keep all your kitchen utensils in your room and explained that you did not want to share kitchen utensils with her. (because we all know how that would end up.) but gladly, your landlord didn’t seem to care about the complaints, they were just someone who wanted to lend out their house and get easy money.

you decided months ago that once the 3 month time is up and your signed contract has expired, you were going to leave this hellhole. and move as far as you can, away from this place.

after the sink incident, you have lost your entire appetite for ramen, picking up your pot and heading back to your little safe place. back to the pure, quiet heaven. you close your eyes and try to calm down, to collect all the negative emotions you were feeling and throw it out into the pure midnight, filled with blackness.

you slowly take your phone out of your jeans pocket and sent an emoji to your best friend to start a conversion, you knew she definitely has not fallen asleep.

sana: just got home?

y/n: yeah

you feel the urge to complain about your roommate again, the anger rushing to you again as you type furiously.

y/n: so fucking pissed at my roommate once again omg

y/n: she clogged the entire sink

sana: one more month to go!

sana: just hold on <33

you smile lightly at the text and feel the emotions evaporating into the air.

y/n: what are u doing rn

y/n: still on tinder?

sana: shut up omg

sana: i’m editing the new audiobook

y/n: audiobook?

sana: yeah it’s so stressful

sana has been working as a teacher at a primary school in the central city, the kids already stress her out enough every day, but her interest and love for podcasting and digital audios never went away since uni. although teaching children already makes her mind hurt, she always tries to squeeze at least the tiniest bit of time and energy to produce and work on her true passion.

y/n: you should take a break :(

sana: ill try

she always announces that after this project, she’ll quit doing these audio things but you know, she will never, never give up this passion and love of hers.

y/n: pls you always say that and never quit

sana: cant help it

sana: its my passion and something i just cant put down

whenever sana mentions her hobby, she becomes a bigger chatterbox than she already is, talking about the newest projects and how unique and pretty the main narrator’s voice is. ‘do you want a sneak peek? his voice is so beautiful! y/n you can literally hear the details it feels like he is by my side right now like-’

you smile at how funny she is acting, as if this narrator is a literal angel. she’s using all the adjectives she can think of to describe this person and you know she’s just being her excited self, there is no such thing that crazy, being attracted to a voice is more than weird.

y/n: nah im good

you don’t even have enough patience to sit here and finish a novel, staring at digital screens filled with color has already worn out your excitement for anything. you don’t even have the time and energy to watch a movie, how does sana expect you to sit here, listening to an audiobook?

sana: YOUR LOST.

y/n: if u have the time to listen to an audiobook

y/n: u might as well have the time to be in a real relationship

sana: then you should go and be in a real relationship

you were completely taken back by her comment:

y/n: how do u expect me to be in a relationship when i barely even get the time to be in the society

sana: true lol u virgin

you chuckle lightly at the text and shut your phone, ending the conversation. there was something about having a friend and being able to start conversations whenever, and being able to end them with whatever and whenever you want to. you stretch and head to the bathroom to get ready to sleep and to pour a cup of water to fill up your empty stomach.

slipping yourself under the soft embroidered duvet, you unlock your phone for the last time today, discovering another text from sana. it was not just a normal text, but an audio file.

file: goodnight_mwah.mp3

it was sent 15 minutes ago.

y/n: what is this?

you patiently wait for a minute, no reply, you’re convinced she must’ve fallen asleep. you take the glass from your bedside table and take a small sip before inserting an earphone in your right ear. lastly, you click into the mysterious audio file.

“still not asleep..? i thought i told you goodnight ages ago? hm.”

a soft light voice came through the earphone and straight into your ear, completely catching you off guard. the voice felt unreal and you felt a hesitation in the action of putting your glass back down.

slowing your actions and trying to regain your thought system, you feel a smile creeping onto your face.

how is there a voice like this in the world?

so natural, so pure, just right. a voice that doesn’t sound forced and so gentle you want to pick it up gently in your hands, afraid it would fall into fragile little pieces. the voice was filled with a hint of honey sweetness, and it shot straight into your heart, melting like butter on hot toast.

apologies but you think you will not be able to go to sleep feeling this numb and sweet at the same time.

you still feel shot by the voice after 5 minutes of not moving, just sitting there on the bed, speechless. it felt as if the owner of the voice is just here with you. talking to you in your ear, and you’re very enjoying this company.

the silence in the night has never felt this loud, like drums hitting the velvet blanket of the dark night.

or maybe it was just your heartbeat.

[1.25/7 seconds in]

you promise you did not mean to wake sana up at midnight but if you didn’t know the owner of the voice you’ll probably get no sleep tonight. or maybe the entire week. or how long until you find out their name.

this is the third call and finally, she answered. “hey…..bestie….why are you still not sleeping…?” her sleepy voice came through the phone speaker and you immediately sit up in your spot as if someone will see your bad posture or being melted onto your bed from the voice. “hi. how did you get the audio file you sent me.”

after mentioning the word ‘audio’, sana immediately regained all her energy. “that one? didn’t i tell you?! it’s for the new audiobook. i think it’s a contemporary romance, this is the main guy and he said that to the female lead.”

“wasn’t it good? i heard it and literally fell on my knees!” sana’s voice grew louder an dlouder with every sentence.

you clear your throat and try to sound not that impressed but, deeply you know that yes, yes it did melt. you melted so much you were going to be an entire puddle if you didn’t figure out who this narrator is.

“see!” she giggled. “i told you that he’s a literal gem!”

you didn’t even try to hide anything. “i know. or else why would i randomly call you at….lemme check….. 3:52 am.”

“hah!” sana brightly laughed and you could tell from her excitement, you’re convinced that if she was here in person she would be linking arms with you and spinning around the room like idiots. “when the entire audiobook is out, you’re the first person i will share it to babe!”

you stayed silent for a second. “can you just tell me who this narrator is in the first place?” sana was taken by surprise, obviously not expecting you to take such a curiosity in the actor, more into the sound. “hm? what? oh. the narrator?” you hm in response. “gugu.” sana responded and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “gugu? his name is gugu?” the name was obviously, very different from your expectations. but you weren’t sure of what you were expecting in the first place, to be honest, the thought of the beautiful voice that radiated expensiveness with ‘gugu’ just couldn’t match up in your head.

“nonono. gugu is a fan nickname, but everyone calls him that. no one knows his real name but he goes by bluebirdgull. i heard it was inspiration from a poem? lemme go check.”

you lay back comfortably in your bed, thinking to yourself about the name and finding the smile creeping onto your lips again. or maybe it never left, you were probably smiling like an idiot the whole time anyways. “yeah,” sana’s voice came back through the phone and you pick your phone up from the bed. “this poem, i screenshotted it, he said it in a livestream.”

[there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I'm not going

to let anybody see

you.]

(taken from bluebird by charles bukowski)

you didn’t realize you were reading the poem over and over again until sana interrupted your train of thoughts that has already left your brain many minutes ago. “i’ve never seen you so interested in something, or someone. love at first sight? wait. no. love at first listen?” you kept your eyes focused on the screenshot, mumbling to her that you weren’t that creepy, you just found a voice that attracted you. “i mean, i get it. his voice is so unique and delicate its hard to not to fall for it.” sana sighs, “i must be so lucky to compose this thing with him, like do you know how hard it is for him to come and record and film an audiobook? it’s so freaking scary that man barely has any time, he only has a few works out on the internet, they’re all masterpieces!”

you have not really taken an interest in the industry, only knowing one or two things about it, all told by sana. “...so is he an og?”

“em…….he’s not an og compared to many other narrators and voice actors but he has a scary amount of fans, weird considering he only has about 4 to 5 pieces out on the internet, i’m sure his real job is definitely not this.”

the owner of the voice started from a foggy blur, and after a little lesson by sana, you feel the fog start to clear up lightly. sana of course, still couldn’t stop talking, blabbering about the gossip and everything she knows about the upcoming project. you feel your eyelids start falling down from her long speech, after apologizing to her that you are too tired, you end the call only to lie down on your pillow, and click back to the audio file.

“still not asleep..? i thought i told you goodnight ages ago? hm.”

you bring the covers up until your are completely covered by the warmness, replying the audio again. okay. yes. you are going to sleep. goodnight bluebird.

feeling the urge to respond to his voice, you completely muffle your head into your pillow, the corners of your lips forming a huge smile that you could not control a bit.

all over a fucking voice y/n. you fell right deep into a blockhole, and into the feeling of love.

the sun peeks through the curtains when you feel opened your eyes. you stretch well and the first thing you did was to unlock your phone. you didn’t have work until the afternoon,so the mornings are always comfortable and extremely casual, it was nearly noon and you know it’s because you literally could not fall asleep last night. the thought of the reason why you couldn’t fall asleep popped into your head. you widen your eyes as you remember what’s on your phone. your ‘lover’. your ‘lover’ from a night ago, as if he planted a seed in your phone, where the seed travels to the back of your head, blossoming on your spine, attached to your mind. (it’s more as if you were attached to it, but who cares.

bluebirdgull.

perhaps…

you fell in love with a voice…?

your heart thumps louder in your chest and you grab your phone to tap open twitter. searching ‘blueb-’ the first suggestion that popped up was him. you did not expect his name to pop up so quickly, especially when you haven’t even fully typed his name in the search box.

his profile picture was simple. the scenery of the lake being connected to the mountains from far. the sun making perfect natural lighting for the photo, the clouds forming different unique shapes, as if they were posing for the picture. his bio was even more simple than the profile picture. just one word: solo.

you know what solo means from sana. she explained that solo workers have no company when they are working on narrating or acting. they have no professional editors nor any contract signed, they can quit anytime and can start anytime.

you scroll down, he had less than 200 tweets, just advertisements that he was probably forced to retweet. no daily activities or photos. not even season greetings. the only pinned post was his work email and that he goes on some live streaming app every 8 pm Friday. although the man’s posts were simple and minimalist, each post had been liked and retweeted so many times. in less than an hour, you have gone through all his tweets and read all of them carefully, not missing a word. he seems like such a mysterious person, maybe that’s why people like him. they want to discover him, they want to get to know him.

you hesitate before tapping the ‘Follow’ button, then hitting it lightly. this is the second encounter with him, and definitely not the last. you need to create more interactions, that are not one-sided. infinite interactions are the way to go! while you were brushing your teeth, you went through some of the comment sections, finding that most of the comments were made and written by younger audiences. you repeated them in your mind and edited them the way you would’ve written them or said them, discovering that maybe you can do these creepy comments better than these young girls, you smile to yourself dumbly.

in the afternoon, you head to work like usual. you love your work, being a digital art artist means you can do anything based on your creation, as long as it meets the criteria, you didn’t need to maintain conversations with anyone. headphones and blue light glasses is the weapons used to escape the real world. you would bed blasting your Spotify playlists this time, but this afternoon, you got a copy of his audiobook.

while listening to his voice, you have to contain yourself from smiling or giggling while drawing so your coworkers won’t think you have some serious concerning issues. the voice of him rings in your hear with every syllable and it is almost impossible for you to keep a straight face during the listening process. listening to his audiobook, you feel as if you were there in the story. it’s unreal and fascinating how a voice can make you feel.

you want to beat up the past you right now. how could you not listen to your good friend sana?! if you didn’t listen to her last night you probably would’ve missed such a treasure.

face burning, heart beating nonstop, your smile growing bigger every second although it seems impossible, you didn’t even realize it was already the evening when your coworker asked you if you wanted to order takeaway, forcing you to leave your dreamland and back into the bland, boring reality.

“what?” you take your earphone out of your ear and slightly turn towards your coworker. your coworker pauses for a second and regains his trail of thoughts. the smile on your face is still slightly there. “oh. uh. what do you want for takeaway?”

“the usual. chinese vegetable stir fry on rice.” he nods. “okay.”

you unlock your phone to venmo the money to him and also to check for any twitter updates from him. and of course, as expected, nothing. after the afternoon session, you realized that all the female narrators he has been working with have very feminine and unique voices too. and you could not help but wonder if he prefers more of a voice like that, and you are very different to that. your voice will never sound like that even if you try to squeak your voice up. you find that maybe your voice is your new insecurity. and from the experience you had when you fell in love with his voice, you can’t help but question if he is also, very attracted to voices.

and suddenly a thought hits your head as you click open his direct message box.

your fingers dash across the screen as you try to fit all the words into suitable sentences and wording.

after hitting the send, you relax back down into your seat and read the message all over again.

“Hello. I am sorry to interrupt you, but my ears had finally convinced me after a whole day and night, my ears told me, they really want to get to know you. I hope you can answer my ears and get to know them when you have spare time. Thank you.”

[1.5/7 seconds in]

it has been 2 days. two long and dreadfully long days and you have not received a response from mr bluebirdgull. in the last 48 hours, you have refreshed twitter more times than you have refreshed it in the 3 years you have downloaded it. and the thought that he probably doesn’t check dms pops into your head. or even worse, the pinned tweet explained that all important conversations can be contacted by email or dms. so clearly, he had ignored your paragraph.

you read the paragraph over and over again, isn’t it a nice introduction? isn’t it cute?

“cute my ass,” sana’s loud laughter came through the phone. “that’s so funny, why did you think something like this would get his attention?!” you were eating your lunch bento that you made for yourself this morning. dipping the egg roll in sauce, you took a bite. “then what should i do?”

sana thinks for a minute. “i think you went too fast. you don’t know what he looks like! you don’t even know where he is from. or how tall. or if he’s pretty or not. maybe he’s married? maybe he’s got a girlfriend. you can’t just go completely crazy about him after only hearing his voice through a digital audio file.”

you finish chewing on your food. “i’m literally going crazy! you don’t want to imagine how many times i have listened to his audiobooks. like i have one of his works out of his super-duper small collections of works on. when i sleep, when i eat, when i work. you know that if i fry an egg on a pan over and over again, it’s gonna burn, duh. but weirdly this doesn’t burn. no matter how many times i listen to his voice, i don’t get tired of it, i want to get to know him.”

all your coworkers have left to go out for food, and it was just you in the large office, complaining.

you sigh and continue. “i tried the other voice actors you recommended to me, nope. i had a straight face the whole time, but this seagull- bluebird- he’s different!”

“sana please! i wanna get to know him…! please please please.” sana giggles, “i didn’t think you were going to be this crazy, y/n.” she thinks to herself for a second. “what if he’s shorter than you though.”

“that’s okay, i just- dunno. wanna get to know him.”

“girl-”

sana knows what you’re like, once you have made up a mind, it’s not going to change. it’s strange and magical to her how dedicated you are. completely obsessed with a voice, desperately wanting to know the person behind this voice that had opened a window in your senses and shone right in, filling you up with the curiosity to who the voice is coming from, to the point where you are trying to climb the ceilings just to discover what’s outside.

and you find it crazy too, why are you like this?

that night back to the apartment, sana mentioned that she got the news from a coworker that has worked with bluebird before, that his currentl relationship status is indeed single. and sana screamed at you to hop onto a texting app that you have long forgotten that you used once in high school.

sana: right now! log on!

sana’s attitude raised your heartbeat, you felt a pit of worrying grow in your stomach as you clicked on the icon, seeing the notification that sana has pulled you into a group chat.

catching a glimpse of the group chat name, you were filled up with confusion. ‘<begin> audiobook production team.’ wanting to go back to the chat with sana and ask her about the situation, someone has already mentioned you in the group chat.

holding your breath, you tapped onto the group chat,it was the admin of the group that has mentioned your existence in the group.

[director] sunflowerlili: welcome our new artist @134y/n340, please change your groupchat nickname~

you feel question marks float above your head into the atmosphere.

[editior #1] sweetsana: hehe, trust me…y/n is such a great digital art creator

you feel even more question marks fly out of your head. you pause for a light minute and switch the apps back to messages.

y/n: what is happening

sana: im helping u

y/n: ???

sana: literally go check the group chat members.

you switch again to check through the list of members, from the producers to the many editors, everything seemed so normal and organized, swiping through the list, you are concerned if sana just wanted to fool you. until a very familiar name popped into your vision:

bluebirdgull.

your eyes lit up as you read the username over and over again, controlling yourself to not scream , you switch back to discuss with sana.

y/n: you’re kidding me?! that’s him?

sana: duh ofc it’s him

sana: he sends all his files to this groupchat

sana: you better thank me for giving you this opportunity to work with us i had to spend half an hour trying to convince lili that you are a suitable artist

y/n: crying

y/n: i am so blessed to have you as my girl friend

sana immediately responded back: this is the last time i will help you, no matter if he’s 3 foot or a complete jerk

sana: i will have no responsibilities

you feel the thought that you will have to illustrate their cover pictures and banner posters hits you.

y/n: wait….i have to illustrate?

the thought of drawing the voice actor you are very attracted to swallows you. will this be embarrassing? will he not like the art? will you seem too unprofessional?

sana: yeah, u were always so good at art anyways

sana: it’s basically muscle memory for u at this point lol

y/n: …

the main point isn’t drawing at this point, the most important thing right now is how to get mr bluebirdgull’s attention.

you immediately get to work, changing your nickname in the group chat and sending your first message.

[digital artist] 134y/n340: @everyone Hello! i will put all my effort into my art :D thank you for the welcome!

hitting send, you find the profile that you’ve been staring at for a long time and click on it. his profile picture was the exact same as his twitter. then you find that the location of his was set at the city right next to yours. less than an hour away.

was this fate?! you bite your lip without realizing it, and hit the friend request button. now you have an identity that doesn’t make it weird. you’re his digital artist now, you don’t have to write some dumb pick up line such as “my ears told me, they really want to get to know you.”

in the next five minutes, you stared at the friend request screen so intense that the phone might as well turn into a black, dark hole and suck you right in. you watched the grey ‘pending’ button flick to ‘friends’. he accepted!

you fall back into your bed and flutter your legs out of excitement, you could feel a flower sprout and grow in your chest. you try to calm yourself down, turning the phone off and` letting yourself take large, big breaths.

then, unlocking, you made more intense glares at the white chat screen, figuring a suitable way to introduce yourself to your voice crush.

@134y/n340: Mr bluebirdgull, Hello. I’m the new digital artist for begin, you can call me y/n~ a lot of the future drawings and projects will be sent to you through me for feedback and opinions, so I might interrupt you…apologies…

trying to keep it professional, you hit send with an animated bunny smiling gif, hoping that this will seem more friendly and less creepy. then you wait.

seconds, minutes. you watch the icon pop up and start typing.

@bluebirdgull: i’ll try.

[1.75/7 seconds in]

he answered in such a short sentence you’re sure that if you didn’t pay close attention, you wouldn’t even spot it in the corner or your phone screen.

your heart makes a thumping noise as if you had just ran 5 laps. you slowly put your phone to the side to calm down, or else it would impossible to type anything back to him. you have to go calm, or else you’re not sure what you might reply him with. it could be rows and rows of ‘AHHHHHHHHHHH’ or perhaps, a confession letter. you are not sure what you’re capable of doing if you are not calm right now.

you take 3 deep breaths and pick up your phone, your chest still rising up and down from the excitement. when your vision meets the two words in the speech bubble, the corners of your lips immediately goes into ‘automatic smiling’ mode.

what should you text?

you cannot end a conversation just like this. you are going to make this conversation last as long as you can with this man.

@134y/n340: thank you Mr bluebirdgull! I’ll start drafting right now, but I do have a question: what is the ideal male lead in your opinion? so I can use your thoughts in my art~

his answer was nothing but official and simple.

@bluebirdgull: just go with the original descriptions from the novel.

after receiving the answer, you were confirmed with the fact that this man was definitely a dry texter. a conversation ender if you will. with this texting style, you are 99% sure he’s the one that ends all the conversations. or even worse, he probably just ignores them all.

you could tell from the texts that he was not that interested, understanding that fact, you decided to work on the art instead. you cleared your throat, as if he can head your voice from the texts itself.

@134y/n340: okay! i will go and work on the drafts, when I’m finished with the lining I’ll send it to you :)

@bluebirdgull: sure.

sure.

your smile grew wider as you read the simple text over and over again. you felt as if you were going to melt into a giant puddle. feeling your blood boil, you jump off your bed to retain the iPad used for drawing that you have not picked up since you just moved into this apartment. you sit at your desk and take out your drawing pen from the first drawer and tap open the drawing app while you click open the file sana sent you of one fo the scenes with character’s descriptions.

[dark hair and dark eyes, slight and charming smile. his black tuxedo makes a perfect contrast with the white undershirt. his hands rested on top of the girls head, gently rubbing her soft hair strands in order to calm her down.]

you feel your mind spinning around from inspiration. you lay the pad down on the desk and start sketching the body. in a moment, a proportioned male body came alive on the screen. just as sana said, this all is muscle memory, although you have not drawn a person in ages, all the strokes and line shad already been carved into your brain, perceived like a mosquito in amber.

after finishing the base sketch, you select the eraser to erase the baselines, and just like that. the male lead went from words to voices, and lastly. an image.

you make one-sided eye contact with the drawing, his dark eyes return the glance back, and for a split second, you felt as if gull actually looked like that.

you reach for the pen again, adding a small dot of highlight in his dark pupils. turning the man’s unbothered and peaceful pupils into a romantic and bright glance. and you are more than sure that if someone looked at this pair of eyes, they will melt.

of course, it would be better if he actually talked.

you smirk and draw a white speech bubble next to his ears and enter that one sentence. “still not asleep..?

i thought i told you goodnight ages ago?”

although the words had utterly nothing to do with the drawing, and make it look weird, it doesn’t mean it isn’t a complete masterpiece. (in your opinion.)

you rest your cheek on your spare hand, biting your lip to contain a smile. It’s missing something. you thought. with the last final touches, you take your pen to draw a small stick man, standing on his shoulder and blushing. and lastly, you wrote your name in small fonts next to the stick man, with a simple arrow linking both the name and the stickman together.

how embarrassingly exciting!

you take your phone that has been discarded on your bed for a good moment and snap a picture of the ‘masterpiece’, way too excited to share it with sana. this embarrassingly good picture should definitely be shared with your best friend. you giggle lightly as you tap the first pinned chat, typing fastly and urgently.

y/n: look! right now! world’s best drawing of all time!

you sent the message and attached it with a photo of your ipad placed flat on your desk, the screen illumiating the drawing that you have just drawn of the male lead, and a small doodle of what it looks like to be a stickman, on his shoulder, labled ‘y/n’.

but something doesn’t seem as right. you waited for a good second before slowly moving your eyes from the picture on the screen….to the recipient name. your dumb smile immidiately drops and you freeze. fuck.

you forgot that once you had finished the short and very boring conversation with gull, you had decided stupidly that you were also, going to pin him at the top of your chat recipients. you exit the chat and close your eyes for split second, hoping this was just a dumb dream and that you didn’t send the photo to bluebirdgull himself. or in fact, you didn’t even draw the picture. yes, you didn’t even start it in the first place. what are you talking about? there is no such thing as a lined sketch of him with a stickman called y/n on his shoulder…what are you even talking about there’s no such thing as-

you hear a notification sound.

there is no way it’s him, he took at least 5 minutes to accept your friend request, there is no way he has already saw the embarrassing picture. it’s not too late to unsend it, y/n. you peek an eye open, then your other, then you slowly look down to the phone screen that you were holding on to dear life that you were pretty sure, if you had not had a phoen case on, it would’ve bursted into batteries and sim cards at this point. (infact, you would’ve much preferred that scenario, because that would’ve been much more of an pleasant experience than this.)

the only notification was from the top of your chat. you hold a breath and tap into the chat, ready to be attacked by him, or even worse, being blocked.

@bluebirdgull: ……

you quickly get yourself to unsend the photo in a swift motion.

@bluebirdgull: why did you unsent it.

you knit your brows and slowly type out two short words. “wrong person.” the two dark words on the light white background perfected mix into your emotions right now. grey. yes you feel grey. grey and dead.

@bluebirdgull: the picture wasn’t for me?

you hesitate. well….yes it was for him to approve….but definitely not that edition with the stickman….

you feel your thoughts go muffled as you try to form another sentence. your heart is beating like crazy and you swallow in anxiousness.

@134y/n340: then…did you see the drawing?

@bluebirdgukk: mhm.

@134y/n340: how much did you see? did i unsent it on time? did you already click on it?

if you had unsent it on time, he wouldn’t have seen the stickman right….?

the other side responded with a completely brutally honest and hurtful answer as if he was making fun of you.

@bluebirdgull: i had the enough time to observe this entire ‘masterpiece’.

@134y/n340: ………………………….

that conversation had turned oddly silent. you didn’t know how to answer, do you want to sound unbothered? do you want to sound embarrassed? you aren’t someone who cannot handle conversations, being able to process words and things perfectly but right now, in front of this complete stranger, you are losing all your abilities to speak or think. your fingers travel on the keyboard, deleting and typing again, trying to figure out how to properly answer the previous text. he must’ve seen you fumble for words, so he had decided to restart the conversation himself.

@bluebirdgull: do you like the male lead?

he asked and you regained your consciousness, with the one question he had brought you out of the dark hole that finally sucked you in after hauntign you for the past week, giving you another opportunity to chat with him. you silently sit, feeling a cold breeze blow into your room, interacting softly with your hair, with the wind hitting you, you come to the conclusion that you had to be honest with this man. the more untruthful and silent become, the more your push yourself and him apart. you answer the question with a straight and honest answer.

@134y/n340: no.

@134y/n340: i don’t like the male lead as much as i like that sentence

@bluebirdgull; which sentence?

your face burns up when you realize what you have just said to him, your lips turned pale from how intensely you were biting down at it. “the one sentence i wrote in the speech bubble on the drawing. my friend is an editor and she had sent that one little part to me, and i loved it.”

after you hit send, the conversation went quiet for another few seconds, until a 4-second voicemail had been sent over from his side.

@bluebirdgull: *sent a voicemail*

followed by a short text.

@bluebirdgull: this one?

(end of part 1.)

this is the next part of this seven part series!

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and until next time, thankq loveys!

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2. Name a favorite sound to write to 7. If mun and muse could spend a day together, what would you do and why? 8. Name your favorite constellation 13. Give us a random headcanon 14. Give us a random song lyric you think relates to your muse 15. This one isn’t a question. I just want to show my love <3

More Asks For Munday | Accepting | @wexarethewalkingxdead

Excluding music, my favorite sound to write to would probably be rain, or a gentle thunderstorm. Though during the summer, I also really like having the windows open and hearing the birds chirping and kids playing and people doing yard work and whatnot. It’s a very nostalgic set of sounds for me.

I honestly have no idea what Negan and I would do if we had to spend a day together, we’re just so different and I’m not an exciting or adventurous person. He can kick my ass at some video games or teach me how to cook something I guess lol.

My favorite constellations are the Big and Little Dippers or Orion’s Belt. Because those are the only ones I can actually point out in the sky and I don’t know the names of many others.

Random headcanon: Negan got into a confrontation with a father on school grounds after he witnessed the man hit his kid, one of his students. He only intended to tell him off, but the parent escalated it into a physical altercation. Negan was forced to take a brief leave of absence while things were investigated, but was ultimately able to keep his job. He’s an asshole, but his heart’s usually in the right place when it really matters. He doesn’t tolerate people hitting their kids.

Since I was listening to it on my way home from work yesterday, here’s lyrics from Blaqk Audio’s Graphic Violence that give me certain Savior Negan vibes: No more conversation / I know who you are / Let's take this no further / Or I may go so far / As to keep you from leaving / I would like to see / You begging, barely breathing / Bleeding on your knees

And thank you, you’re awesome! <3

#wexarethewalkingxdead #✘ || I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ( ᴏᴏᴄ ᴀsᴋs )#✘ || Lᴇᴛ’s ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ! ( ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ )

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ashes-in-a-jar · 3 years

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Tma relisten Episodes 16-20

Things are picking up! Martin is gone, we meet some Flesh statements with all of their disgusting glory, finally find a skeptic (pretending more like) Jon in Vittery's case and then the story of father Edwin...

A warning, the last two episodes here are a confusing mess of thoughts that I have no energy to orginized so you're welcome to read but beware to remain confused. And add your feedback if you want. I'd love to understand what the hell father Edwin was going through.

16 Arachnophobia

Things are picking up. Oh boy vittery is here!

His description of his fear of spiders kind of reminds me of my experience as an emetophobic. I can read about it, watch it on camera (cringing but still can) but near me? Nope.

Major Tom! Love the pet naming system Jonny came up with.

"Our building had acquired something of an infestation of some sort of insect I didn’t recognise - small, silvery worms, almost like maggots, but slightly longer -" uh oh Jon. Jane is already there. I stand by my theory that the web set up vittery's case where Jane was because they wanted the institute to eventually come in contact with her. Specifically the Archivist. Another way the Web helped mark Jon to help bring the apocalypse.

Pfft his whole interaction with major Tom in this story is sending. "go get that spider" Major Tom "no I don't think I will" and saunters off never to be seen again.

Why are his descriptions of spiders so graphic my god. He likes to dwell on his phobia way too much for his own well-being.

Nice aim with the coffee mug. Especially while panicking.

Don't you just hate that you get used to your phobia because a worse version of it comes up? He managed to kill little spiders no problem from then on and I just... Feel for him so much.

"Can you be haunted by the ghost of a spider that destroyed your childhood?" oh. That one must have hit Jon hard right where it hurt.

"I officially gave Major Tom’s paperwork to the family on the ground floor he decided to move in with" lol cat live be that simple.

Commenting on Jon's hard denial specifically of this case and even thought there is so much obvious evidence supporting the supernatural. Just alot of suppressing fear on Jon's part. I feel so bad for him.

"But as I told Martin earlier, he was there for over a week, so there is very likely a perfectly natural explanation for the fact that his body was completely encased in web" sure. Told Martin. Betting it was a full blown argument from which Martin stormed off to prove him wrong. Jon please get your act together.

17 the boneturners tale

Ah Jared my man making his appearance. The bully next door who picks up and becomes a victim (in a way) of a Lietner instead of the statement giver. Where have I heard that one before...

Michael crew checked out the bone book huh. Saw the Flesh and was like mmm nope not this one either.

Archivist interrupted! We don't get much of these later on, when statements become way more compelling and can't be stopped in the middle.

Ewww and the first other institute staff we get is Elias. The sound mixing is really weird he sounds so strange lol. He hasn't polished his 'I'm an even more posh version of Jon' voice yet.

He takes live statements when Rosie's equipment doesn't work? So basically all of the supernatural ones that want to talk and not write. Those are always more special than the ones written. The statement giver felt the need to talk to someone not just write impersonally.

Elias asks about Martin. Once again fuck you Jonah.

Also Martin is missing the story is picking up! I saw at the end that he was in charge of follow up for this, a library statement. Was probably fun for him seeing he's an ex library worker.

"Blessed relief" no Martin he doesn't really mean that.

Jared experimenting on everything including small animals and his own family is all sorts of bad.

"All I remember clearly is the line “and from his rib a flute to play that merry tune of marrow took”." he took a rib and used it to whistle. Jared took Jon's rib and in 171 he whistles. Hmmmmm

So either reading the book did end up killing the guy or Jared eventually caught up with him. Either way poor soul.

18 the man upstairs

Not alot to say about this one except I oddly really like it, my first listen and now. Something about how gross it was really fascinated me. And boy it's super gross.

The meat creature in the end has eyes! Is it eye aligned in a way? Interesting...

Was this an attempted mini ritual of a sort to bring a meat creature into the world? Did it work? Perhaps that creature housed whet used to be Toby Carlisle who left his original body to become this thing.

Btw Archivist has lunches confirmed!

19+20 confession + desecrated host

The only double statement we have ever. A very unusual thing but also Jon explains it that the second half was misfiled nearby and perhaps was taken out and put back haphazardly. By who? Gertrude looking up. Rituals? Jonah looking up multiple entity rituals? Very ominous.

I feel so bad for father Edwin he really didn't deserve what happened to him.

I'll be honest i wasn't really listening to this one the first time. I was busy doing something else and always tended to half listen to exorcism horror. This is facinating to me as if I'm first hearing it.

Its interesting how Jon records his inability to utter words of belief. Also was this an interview? If so, where is the recording. He couldn't have written like how Jon was stuttering at those words. I need a clarifying answer about these and why Jon needed to record an audio of it when clearly there should be a recording of an old live statement.

It wasn't about God the fact that he couldn't say it anymore. It was about his comfort and denying it.

I think the first thing that marked him was the Slaughter. But now listening to it, it seems like what possessed Bethany moved into his mind because it want to suck out and replace faith and father Edwin had much more of it. How does one replace faith? Introducing the faithful to all the fears. It didn't really work tho since he stubbornly remained faithful.

This nurse Annie figure sent him in the direction of both Bethany and Hilltop Road which makes me very suspicious of her.

“I am not for you. I am marked.” oooh first time hearing those words. Perhaps the entity or what wanted to bring them about refusing to give him to the Desolation?

“Behold, thou hast driven me out this day from the face of the earth; and from thy face shall I be hid; and I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth; and it shall come to pass, that every one that findeth me shall slay me.” the entities talking? Or warning father Edwin of his fate? Still sound alot like the Slaughter.

So when he leaves to walk the streets to the place he performs the religious service after being told all of his sins by something pretending to be father Singh, I count the Distortion, the Lonely, Stranger, Corruption? And flesh.

This one is still confusing as hell, I was surprised by breekon and hope's appearance in the end, having been the ones who delivered the stole.

Maybe the entities were trying to collaborate to create a religion of their own? Trying not to enter the world separately as a whole being but living in it as worshipped gods?

Whatever they were they decided to exclude the Desolation and the web from the project since they definitely didn't like Hilltop Road.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #jared hopworth #tma the flesh #Tma hiatus liveblog #Im sorry for the mess

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nikatyler · 4 years

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Felt like doing some replies the ~ old fashioned ~ way. I should be packing, but I don’t wanna. One good thing about this semester is that I don’t have classes on Monday morning, which means I don’t have to go to Prague on Sunday. But I’ll be once again going home late on Friday -_- Oh well. Maybe I could skip the lecture every once in a while to go home on Thursday afternoon.

I’m scared. Not really of what I’ll have to learn because I know that even if it’s difficult, I’ll probably get it in my brain in the end. Somehow. I’m more scared that once again, I’ll be left alone. I haven’t really found a stable friend group. I mean, I talk to some people sometimes, but I wouldn’t call it a friendship. One friend that I thought I could rely on doesn’t even bother saying hello to me anymore. I don’t know what I did to him, he just stopped talking to me. But maybe it’s for the best. Even when we still talked, I couldn’t believe how judgemental he was, and I often wondered if he talks about me like that too when I can’t hear it. He probably did. Oh well, I’ll see what I can do. I hope I’ll run into someone who is kinda like my best friend from high school.

As for sims stuff, I know I still owe some things to some people and I feel bad about it. You’ll get it eventually. I’m actually looking forward to doing it too. Makeovers are fun. I’d also like to release some more sims, I have one more sim dump and then some old legacy characters I want to share, plus some BC contestants that didn’t make it. They like to get eliminated in the first rounds.

Also, thanks for the comments on my mental health update post. I’ll see how this turns out and if it doesn’t get any better (I’m kinda hoping that better weather brings better mood, it worked before), I’ll start looking for a therapist or something. No offense to my parents but talking to them about this didn’t help in a slightest. They just don’t get it. And I swear I’m not reverting back to the “I’m an edgy misunderstood teenager” phase. Even though “edgy misunderstood teenager” is an aesthetic I still live for. Whatever that means.

And thanks for the tips on the laptop post. I’ll keep them in mind and I’ll probably ask again when the time comes and I actually buy a new one.

Ahh...I guess that’s it? Replies under the cut. As per usual, they’ll probably be the shorter part of this post, but oh well.

abysims replied to your photoset “Let’s find Lilith Vatore some love! In my game, I’ve had Lilith in a...”

Honestly Cassandra and Lilith would be amazing (... In my Glimmerbrook Academy story Cass is actually gonna have a huge crush on Lilith so I'm voting for that, yas!)

Ooooh that sounds great! Also, I’ll have a post announcing the results of the post coming up later, either today or tomorrow, but...spoiler alert: Cassandra might have won ;)

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Simmer - Get to Know”

Lol this thing with Mermaids made me remember that when my friend and I were like 12 years old, a 6-year-old made her a "proposal" and we answered him that she'll marry him when he buys her a house by the sea in Prague

Omg sea in Prague sounds kinda cool, my faculty would be so close to the beach *-* Haha but at the same time it’s kinda terrifying, where would the sea come from? From the north? From the south? Would that mean my home doesn’t exist? Or, actually, considering my town was built on a big hill, would that mean I live on an island? And which part of Prague would be under the sea and which one would stay?

Sorry, I got distracted thinking of this AU where my country actually has access to the sea :D But we used to have it, back in like I think 12th or 13th century. We’re wayyyy smaller now.

amuhav replied to your post “Me, looking up some specs of my current laptop: you're...you're...”

If it's anything like me with my first 'gaming' laptop, the store clerk basically straight up lied to me about how good it was, and I was too young and naive to know better �� sims 3 almost burnt that thing to a crisp ��

Lmao I have a similar story with my first laptop, we were told that it has this super amazing graphic card...and it wasn’t amazing at all, as I later learned when my laptop broke.

amuhav replied to your photoset “Sims Moodboard Challenge I was tagged by @blurrypxls,...”

Oh no... don't make me want to go back to pinterest and do more of these �� They're ADDICTIVE

THEY ARE! I haven’t done much today, but I’ve spent a lot of time there all through this last week.

amuhav replied to your photo “I need to stop. This is more addictive than scrolling through memes....”

Pssst, not to enable or anything, but Picasa 3 has this nice feature where you can take a bunch of pics and it makes them into a nice collage. That's how I made mine, and then used them as my desktop backgrounds ��

I think I’ll use Photoshop, like I do for everything else, but thanks for giving me an idea for my new background! I used to have my sims or some other characters set as a background, but now that I take my laptop to school I feel a bit uncomfortable with that, so since October I’ve had this kinda boring background and I’ve been meaning to change it into something nicer, I just didn’t know what to put there. Now I do.

fataleromeo replied to your photoset “Sunset: “How dare you pretend you’re Father Winter?” Father Winter:...”

Holy crap, Sunset is a lot more buff than I ever realized. Those arms! ��

Yup. That’s because she has to get her Athletic skill higher for work. I think her muscle slider might be at max, actually!

fataleromeo replied to your photoset “Father Winter: “That’s it! You’re going on my Naughty List. Your...”

How could she not with with muscles like that?? Damn his Christmas magic!

Next time we should just call Caleb. I mean, he defeated Grim Reaper with no problem, surely Father Winter won’t be any more difficult for him!

fataleromeo replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Okay, cool. You won’t give us gifts but I have a special one...”

Lmaoooooo, get him, Sunset! ��

He deserves it

asplashofsims replied to your photo “~ daylight”

Cute picture! ♡ I hope you feel better soon and omgg winx club, it's my guilty pleasure for sure hahah all the childhood memories��

I love Winx Club so much. It’s a little ridiculous and the plot holes are terrible (and don’t let me talk about anything after season 4, those are not my Winx D:), but I can’t let it go.

blubrich replied to your post “I forgot how traumatizing Toy Story 3 was ��”

Especially the ending! ��

YES. I remember the whole cinema was crying.

Also, Toy Story always unpacks this weird guilt in me haha. Because as a child, naturally I was like “I would NEVER abandon my toys, I’ll keep them forever!”. And now...they’re in boxes...under my bed and in the basement...some of them I gave away or to my younger sister, who then also gave some away because she’s fifteen now. I still have my plushies and teddy bears in my bed though, it would be too empty without them :D

silverspringsimmer replied to your audio post “(via...”

I love Within Temptation and they got me into heavier music later, too!

I don’t even remember how I found them. I was just bored of the music I was listening to all the time back then, so I clicked through playlists and stuff on Spotify and somehow I landed on their page, I guess. And I immediately fell in love.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your audio post “(via...”

Oh this song was the first song of this bad which I heard! It was also 5-6 years ago.though I do not listen to them often these days.

I think the first song I heard was What Have You Done, which I liked and still like very much, but then I heard this one and went kinda crazy because it just sounded so epic and exactly what my poor slightly depressed fifteen years old soul needed. In one day, I completely switched from pop to metal and it took me a few years to appreciate my old favourite music again. (I know that I say all the time that I’m a Taylor Swift stan, but actually I only really started LOVING her music again last year.)

I’ve always thought that it’s kinda funny that in my Music class, for the first semester I prepared a project about Taylor Swift. In the second semester, that changed, the old pop loving Ronnie was dead, and my new project was about Within Temptation :D But I remember that I was actually upset that day, I chose to show my classmates the video of What About Us and they didn’t appreciate it. And then after me, my other classmate had a project about some singer who had this weird song about getting high. They wanted to replay it. I was so bitter, in my head I was like “this song that I showed you has an interesting meaningful message and you’d rather listen to a song about drugs, how dare you?! You’re absolutely terrible!”

Yeah. I mean, I get it today, but I was so, so bitter.

amuhav replied to your audio post “(via...”

I recently found out they had a new album out (and Nightwish had a new single out too ��) and early 2000s emo teenage me immediately surfaced and threw money at my screen!

Ahhhh I’ve basically had Noise on repeat since it came out, I love it so much! And the video is cool too. I can’t wait to hear the whole album. Nightwish never disappoints, I hope I’ll one day get to see them live. I’ve had a few chances but then it never worked out.

#replies #abysims #tiny-tany-thaanos #amuhav #fataleromeo #asplashofsims #blubrich #silverspringsimmer

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Any tips for a college kid who wants to earn a little bit of extra cash? I was considering selling bracelets or something but idk if that’d work

Selling bracelets is an option, but starting up a small business like that takes some time to really start making some money, so it might take a while to see some good profit from that. But it’s a possibility! I’ve looked some things up on google and came across this article...

100+ Real and Honest Ways to Make Money in College

It has some good ideas on there! And I will say that I’ve done two of those myself in the past — Fiverr and transcription work. The transcription writing was a lot of work, but something to do on the side for sure if you’re desperate enough and are good with transcription (which is just listening to audio and typing it out). I’m horrible at that so that’s probably why it always took me forever 😂

But I’ve had a lot of success in the past with Fiverr! Which is a freelance site for pretty much any services you have to offer. For example, I did music stuff and offered to sing on people’s songs. So they’d send me a backing track, an example vocal track for reference, and a lyrics sheet, and I’d record myself singing and sent them an audio file of my raw vocals. This was actually how I ended up unexpectedly on Spotify a few times lol. But I’m getting off track here. Basically if you have any sort of hobbies like music, film editing, graphic design, or something along those lines, you can make a lot of money on this site. But again, there are several other kinds of services you can offer that are more than just artsy things like that if that’s not your thing, you just have to get creative! Also, I will note that they take out 20% of your earnings, which is common with freelance sites. I still made a pretty decent amount of side money as I was doing this.

Hope this helps!

#asks

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Hey ya PR! I've been wondering abt Gael's patreon but couldnt find an answer anywhere so i'll ask you since that would be better (i was kinda shy to ask in the first place😓) but i want to ask abt his patreon, is it a monthly payment or payment per audio? 😮

Aw ♥ Don’t be shy! I almost never bite!

It’s a monthly payment. It’s so insanely ridiculously cheap for what you get that’s why I’m always mentioning it. It’s like… crazy amazing. Lemme break it down for ya ♥

♣ All Patrons

Anyone on any tier can ask questions on the rambles. Gael has rambles every so often where you can ask him to like - moan your name, sing or do push ups (yes he did push ups once lol) and there is no tier restriction. He likes to include people as much as possible. The rambles alone are worth more than the price.

♣ $1 / month

You have access to all of Gael’s audios on Patreon which right now is….(checks) “83 Erotic, 41 Work Safe, 35 Rambles“ - for a buck lol. When it comes to the newest audios, this tier has to wait a week to hear them but you still get to hear the newest stuff after that week has passed.

♣ $2.99 / month

Access to all the audios (of course) and when a new audio drops you get to hear it right away.

♣ $4.99 / month - Requests Tier

Everything I just mentioned - ANNNNND you can add your personal suggestion to the Workshop Thread.

By personal I mean - if you have a fantasy you want to hear, tell him and he will record as many as he can. Would you like a personal meditation? Do you just want him to talk to you while he’s cooking? Do you want some rough and tumble lovin!? It can literally be anything you want. (within his comfort zone ofc)

He chooses audios that inspire him and he feels will be good for the most amount of people.

♣ $10 / month - Ringtone Tier

Allll the stuff I’ve mentioned PLUS ringtones! You see those little graphic I post now and then with a little saying on them? Well there is an audio version of those!

Gael takes listener requests and records little ringtones to enrich your living experience!

You also get to offer suggestions for full length (heh) audios on the Workshop tier as well!

♥ The Community ♥

So we all know Gael is incredibly kind and lovely.

Well lovely people attract lovely people. So the Patreon has like… 900 people in it right now. In the threads you’ll see daily questions, people sharing their worries and other people supporting them, general naughty banter and an overall sense of awesomeness all day every day. Truly I’d pay to stay even if Gael wasn’t the head of it.

The quality of his community is something Gael is SO proud of. There are no trolls or toxic people just a lot of really kind, supportive people enjoying sexiness and laughs together.

If you want break up advice or suggestions on a good vibrator - you literally will find it there lol. He calls them “Lovelies” for a reason. ;)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So yeh that’s why you’ll hear me saying GO FOR IT literally all the time. A White Chocolate Mocha (venti) at Starbucks here is $4.99. $10 would buy you a delicious burger... when $10 will also give you a....will you judge me if I say beefcake?

I mean a month of sexiness, comfort, relaxation, laughter AAAAAND an amazing community full of friends.

It’s really just the best :)

Come Join Us

#Patreon #Gaelforce #asks #anon #faqs

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thotyssey · 6 years

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On Point With: Whatevra

This Dallas-born visual artist and hand-sewing seamstress has been turning some fascinating looks, set pieces and numbers in Brooklyn venues these past few years. But this week, it’s the West Village’s Rockbar where she’ll make her show hosting debut. Thotyssey worships Whatevra in her vert first nightlife interview!

Thotyssey: Whatevra, hello! how are things going?

I’m good! My sis Poison Dart Frog was just here; we were planning for our show tomorrow! My first hosting gig as well! It’s all happening so fast, LOLOL! (The LOLs are because I’ve actually been doing drag for over three years, but it’s been a slow rollout!)

Congratulations! That's kinda normal now though, probably... there are so many queens in this city all vying for the same handful of gigs. If you stick around long enough and keep getting more amazing, you're bound to get your break, eventually... right?

Yes! And honestly, I just wanted to do drag just to do it at first, you know? I started with turning looks, and it was a while before I felt like I could tackle performing. Unlike a lot of queens, I don’t come from a performance background at all!

Interesting! So it was always about design and looks for you in the beginning?

Yes. I’ve made art for many years--like, art that hangs on the wall--and always used textiles and hand-sewing. So it felt natural to extend that to reworking things I’d thrift by hand into looks.

And then you became the canvas!

Let's just backtrack a little bit first... where's your hometown?

I’m originally from Dallas, TX, but I’ve been in NYC for more time than I grew up there at this point. So I kind of think of here as my hometown now--no disrespect to Big D!

What brought you to NYC?

I went to college in Westchester and made a few friends from the city, and wound up moving in with them after graduating. My parents were teachers, so it was important to them that my sister and I go out of state to be “wel-rounded.” AKA, to get rid of us, lol!

Were you studying art?

A little bit, but my parents didn’t want me to go to art school--so, just a few classes. After I graduated though, I wound up going to FIT to get another degree in sportswear, which I did for like five years before transitioning into graphics for a fashion company. Which is why I’m confused about why I won’t get back on the sewing machine--as of now, hand-sewing is just more fun for me.

Cool! I guess it's therapeutic, and maybe a little more intimate?

Yes absolutely you nailed it! And I like a “homemade” touch. As Adore Delano said, I’m polish remover! Although I have had a few glamorous moments, lol.

At what point did you discover drag, and realize you could apply your art to that?

Well, so...I had always been aware of queens, and was super-intimidated and intrigued by them. I remember seeing Tandi Andrews in San Antonio in college, and just being floored. But it wasn’t a regular thing for me to go to drag shows.

But then RuPaul’s Drag Race happened, and I became obsessed. I was working in graphics at the time, and started following all these NYC queens on Insta and kept saying “if I just didn’t have this damn job, I’d totally be doing that!” to myself. And then I got laid off, lol! It was like life called my bluff.

Life can do that! I saw you perform several months ago at Bizarre with Chris of Hur’s show, PURSUNz. At first I mistook you for Hur, cuz you two had a similar color pallette.

That is not the first time I’ve heard the Chris of Hur comparison--and it’s always an honor, she is the best. I live my life for earth tones and so does she!

That night you also had this sort of transparent uterus thing strapped on to you, that was filled with these tiny objects that eventually bursted out... it was amazing!

OMG, thank you so much! Those were packing peanuts and confetti, by the way, lol!

Simple, yet so effective! Do you usually incorporate those elaborate prop pieces in your looks?

Yes, almost always! I’m doing one number tomorrow with zero props, and it’s the one I’m most nervous about. They can be so effective, but they can be a crutch too. So I’m still learning how to best employ them. I love making them so much, though!

As far as your song or mix selections in your performances go, what generally inspires you?

I have always been obsessed with music, and belong to this total geek music forum where we dissect and rate pop music and treat it really seriously--which is so often not the case. So, often I’ll try and sneak in a song I’m obsessed with by adding to it with props, or YouTube audio clips, or whatever helps sell it. My favorite thing is if someone asks me, “what was that song?!?” after I perform. And when I find that the song lends itself to an issue or feeling I care about only as I’m making the mix, it is super awesome.

Something tells me you won't be using that new Christina song any time soon.

I haven’t heard it, which I’m totally ashamed of...did you remember that I actually used a Christina song in that PURSUNz performance you saw!? But I added this dance mix of chickens clucking in the middle, haha!

Yes! I do remember now... that’s probably what made me think of it! And PS, take your time listening to her new one, you ain't missing much!

So how did you enjoy participating in the Mr(s) BK pageant? It seems like emotions ran high with the climax of that one!

This year was a little rough for me, to be honest, but I am so so glad I did it again. Just to share the stage with so many amazing queens--and the judges are some of those legends I would follow on Iinsta before I’d ever seriously turned a look, much less performed.

I would love any tea about the climax, by the way! I honestly left before the winner was announced, because I had to be up early. I mean, of course I know who won, and figured she would. Emi was amazing! For one thing, I heard Harajuku was given some resistance by the venue with the act she wanted to do.

Wow. I felt like Harajuku really pushed the boundaries of what you could do on that stage, and can only imagine how much more crazy it would have been!

Was an earlier Mr(s) BK pageant--formerly known as Ms. Williamsburg--your drag performing debut?

I did the last two years, but did [another major Brooklyn pageant] DRAGnet before that. It was the first performance I ever did, and I made the Top 3 (this was just the preliminary weekly competition), which was so encouraging.

It seems you've mostly mixed it up in the Brooklyn venues, but you've done Manhattan as well! You were just in Rockbar recently for Precious Envy's birthday show. How did that go?

Ugh! Precious is the best, I was so glad she asked me. And Coco, Carlos and Tiffany are my sissies now, and I finally got to meet Hazel in drag! It was amazing to perform alongside and with them. Honestly, one of the things I have most wanted from drag is a sisterhood. And now you'll be back at Rockbar on Tuesday with your first-ever hosted show, along with Poison Dart Frog and Diana Dash!

OMG, I can’t waaaaait! Guess I don’t have to since it’s tomorrow! Rockbar is so amazing and hospitable, and the way I got clinked up with it is so random and in keeping with my life. I originally went to support Suburbia in the Miss Rockbar pageant preliminaries, and Angel Elektra and Shay D'Pines--who I knew from Look Queen--were there, and really pushed me into entering the next week. And I wound up making the finals! Anyways, I’ve always wanted a public way to thank them, and Rockbar!

Poison Dart Frog is such an incredible performer, and I’m gagged to be sharing this night with her! And I’m super excited my sis Diana Dash is able to join Poison and I tomorrow, because she is incredible, too!

Okay, final question, inspired by this past week’s Drag Race episode... what would your runway mermaid look like?

I have thought about this, like every challenge of course. You know that spot in the ocean where all the plastic is congregating and it’s, like, the size of Texas now, or something? I’d want my mermaid to be trapped in the middle of all of it, and dragging it along with me. I’d want it to flow over the runway, and onto the judges’ table. Thank goddess this is a fantasy, and I don’t have to give you any exact construction details!

You can have those for the RePoint, lol! Thanks, Whatevra!

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