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kyleoreillylover · 8 months

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Ryan Bergara x Fem!Reader Headcanons

Summary: What’s it like being best friends with Ryan Bergara?

A/N: In my Ryan mood and I can’t resist not writing him anymore! I barely see any Ryan x reader fanfics so I had to write one myself!

If you were not already a Boogara, he would absolutely do anything to try and convince you to become one.

Sends you videos and calls you at 3 am to share “evidence” that he had.

“Ryan, I am trying to sleep!”

“I’m sorry, I just needed to show this to you before I forgot to!”

You forward the videos to Shane and he always responds either with a “😂” emoji or just full on making fun of Ryan.

It is funny either way.

Shane is your shared best friend.

He likes to tease you and Ryan.

But he loves when you gang up on Ryan with him.

And you both tease him.

Ryan acts like he hates it but he secretly loves that both his best friends get along and are besties 🥹🥹

Shane sees you like an annoying loving sister.

Ryan is definitely the more protective out of the two of you.

You are super chill, and one thing everyone can agree on is that you are one of the sweetest people ever.

But it does lead to you letting people walking over you sometimes.

But you have Ryan!! And he does not let that happen. He doesn’t hesitate to step in and check a bitch if he sees you uncomfortable.

He hates seeing the people he cares about being hurt or treated like crap.

When you are with Ryan you both feed into each other’s recklessness. You might be calm and chill, but when you are with him, it is like all your fears go away and you can let go of responsibilities and common sense!

It also helps that you trust each other with your life, so you know the other would never lead you to getting hurt.

It does lead into both of you doing stupid shit, though that Shane makes fun of you for.

One time you convinced him to do the handcuffed for 24 hour’s challenge for a video, and you both lost the key within an hour 😭

You are also the scriptwriter for Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher, so Ryan sometimes will come to your house with the both of you and staying up late until 2 am searching for information about a case/ location and cracking stupid jokes

You once woke up to him laying on top of you, you in his arms and laptops and papers scattered across the desks, and your legs tangled together and him snoring in your ear.

You grabbed your phone, took a picture, posted it on your story maybe knowing the internet would explode, then snuggled into him and went back to sleep.

You are not on camera that much, usually you are behind it with the crew, but Ryan begs you to at least do the Postmortems/Debriefs with him and Shane.

You are hesistant at first, what is the fans don’t like you? Or they think that you are trying to get in between the ghoul boys?

Ryan assures you that they will love you.

And he is right!

They end up loving you and your dynamic with Ryan and Shane!!

Which gives you the confidence to go with them to ghost and crime sites.

Every time Ryan felt anxious and fearful, he would look at you and see you behind the camera and that makes him feel 1000 times better.

And if it got to the point that he was freaking out and panicking(like that ep where Ryan was laying on the floor and Shane was trying to comfort him) you’d get out from behind the cameras and hug and comfort him.

Because you can’t stand to see him like that

“Breathe Ryan, you’re good. You’re safe. Just breathe.”

If you were staying at a haunted hotel, if everyone was sleeping in separate rooms, he’d FaceTime you the whole night

There’s no way in hell he’d sleep through the night, and Shane would make fun of him if he called hum throughout the night

You didnt even have to talk to each other, your presence was enough for him

He’d wake you up randomly though if he thought he heard something in his room 💀

“Y/N! Y/N, Are you awake??”

You groggily woke up, moving your phone away from your ear at Ryan’s screams.

“What?? What happened?”

“…”

You let out a sigh at his silence. “It was your shadow, wasn’t it?”

“…..Maybe? But I swear I thought I saw something move!”

You rolled your eyes at the camera. “Go to sleep Ryan.” You ignored his voice as you went back to sleep.

The internet ships you guys a lot

They tend to do that with most male and female friendships online tbh

And it doesn’t help that the both of you can’t help but be naturally affectionate to one another.

Whether it’s wrapping an arm around the others shoulder, jumping on Ryan, scaring him and forcing asking him to give you piggyback rides and him throwing you onto his shoulder as revenge, the fans will eat up every moment.

You guys just find it hilarious 😭 It becomes a game between you guys to try and make the fans go insane 😭😭

You guys are honest with each other all the time and are open books with each other. If you are feeling down, he can tell just tell, no matter how hard you try. If someone is not good for Ryan, you will straight up tell him. He trusts your judgment because he knows it’s coming from a place of love and you rarely steer him in the wrong direction.

You tried to teach him to cook once and he almost burned your house down 😭 So he just randomly comes to your house to eat your food because he swears your cooking is the best.

Makes fun of your height. You're taller than him? It doesn't matter, your still getting attacked lol. You're shorter than even? Even worse for you, you can't make fun of him at all without him calling you a dwarf at least once.

He is a gymhead (He's not Biceps Bergara for nothing) and makes you go with him all the time. He claims you need to get stronger in case someone tries to attack you but you think it's cause he likes to see you suffer.

You take the ugliest pictures of him known to existence. He tries to delete them but you just keep getting more (Shane sends a lot to you but Ryan doesn't need to know that)

Acts like he hates your music taste to annoy you but secretly loves it

He drives you everywhere because you are quite literally the worst driver he has ever seen.

"Slow down, slow down, you almost hit that car!"

"It's not my fault they were in the way!"

"The light turned red and it was their turn!"

You force him to do Tiktok dances with you, and he's surprisingly not that bad at them?!! 😭

Whenever one of you needs comfort, no words are needed. You just wrap each other in your arms, the hugs and comforting presence silencing the outside world for as long as you both want.

All in all, Ryan would be a loving, playful best friend who holds you and your friendship close to his heart. He'd do anything for you to see you happy, he would make fun of you ( he is the only one allowed to do that) but would defend you in that same breath if anyone messed with you. He is truly grateful for you, and even though you guys joke and make fun of each other all the time, he makes sure you know it every single day.

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sohmiya · 8 months

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Maxine Taylor @.maxtaylor · 3s

tits- i mean “HITS that keep my label in the business” EP is OUT NOW!!!!! lmk what song ur claiming 👀

enjoy the show 🅴

succubus

TMZ 🅴

poster rockstar 🅴

poster rockstar (clean ver.)

enjoy the show

baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know people gather here like it’s a ritual but it’s no cult, i’m just heaven-sent if you don’t know who’s the baddest bitch of all don’t need the internet ‘cause here i am if you hate that i’m a paradigm just set up your confessional and have a cry lights, camera, action baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me bow and put your hands together in the name of the mother and the daughter you won’t mistake me for another you’ll never lose me in translation every language knows my name and they say that i’m the greatest baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me you’ll go insane trying to convince yourself i’m playing with your mind you’re not hallucinating look more closely, i’m the sign an intervention so divine baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me

succubus

this party sucks no, i got nothing nice to say so i just keep my mouth shut anyway, thanks for the invite i hate it here someone do something make it interesting before i throw a fit i’m so bored out of my mind but i see somebody walking my way i got tricks that can make people scream my name and not just on stage you say you’d rather i demonstrate so you take me somewhere private bet you think i’m the prey you flip the switch but i turn the tables you got me acting so scandalous but don’t need a tape to go viral each round i can turn up the Scoville, hot as hell and i’m the succubus slithering into your temporal well, this was nice but i don’t run it back i keep it moving, onto the next our first is your last time but night and day you say you dream of me and i’m not heartless i can pretend to be in love one more night new party, same guy walking my way you know my tricks that can make people scream my name and not just on stage you’re addicted and your pupils dilated though you try to get me out your head you can’t stay away you flip the switch but i turn the tables you got me acting so scandalous but don’t need a tape to go viral each round i can turn up the Scoville, hot as hell and i’m the succubus slithering into your temporal i’m sending chills down your spine like emails finding the receptors deep in your mind so well they got you all alone reaching between your thighs got you wishing that you had me on your speed dial i one-up ‘em every time

TMZ

oh, here we go again been here, done this god, i’m so over it but i’m still in demand Cirque-Du-Soleil level kind of shit do i keep you entertained? this is not why i’m getting paid is this a charity case? i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy guess you think that you won go ahead, have your fun can’t let this attention go to waste paparazzi in my face want picture perfect? i’m the gallery everybody wants a taste call Michelin give me a star or three do i keep you entertained? this is not why i’m getting paid is this a charity case? i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy guess you think that you won go ahead, have your fun can’t let this attention go to waste i’m smart about my image ‘cause i was trained by the best yeah, i should thank my manager ‘cause you walked right into my hands you think i’m your freak you’re just my puppet but i’m no creature of habit ugh, this is looking like a rerun i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy while you’re stirring the pot on my rumored new flame me and besties blow up the stage by the time you shut down you’re done running your mouth but they’re never forgetting my name

poster rockstar (clean version)

the audio is the original because i second coming wasn’t able to record the clean version

no time for romance let me put you on the wait list i write the hits that keep my label in the business but call the doctor ‘cause i think i got a slipped disc from holding up my bosses like a reimagined greek myth i’m no industry plant not swimming in green but i’m so organic i’m raising the bar sending the big shots into a panic yeah, i’m this generation’s poster rockstar headlining tours and tabloids dominating charts and bad boys i can make your mama cry and break your dad’s heart sometimes, my agent gets a headache but it’s still within his pay grade yeah, he knows he got the perfect poster rockstar i’m so sick but don’t assume that it’s contagious one in a million yeah, they know that i’m the realest i’ll make it just to see my name on someone’s hit list crucified now, worshipped later call me lady Jesus after the supper, they’re gonna love me it’s a conversion whatever i serve, they’re eating it up it’s a communion yeah, i’m this generation’s poster rockstar headlining tours and tabloids dominating charts and bad boys i can make your mama cry and break your dad’s heart sometimes, my agent gets a headache but it’s still within his pay grade yeah, he knows he got the perfect poster rockstar i know one day you’ll be in LA on the walk of fame you’ll see i’ll have my own star

#yes it’s an apple music layout with soundcloud links. i don’t want to hear a word about it ❤️#oc: maxine taylor #infamous if #nikka writes #hshznwegaj im so nervous byeeeee

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rosysugarr · 5 months

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Talking about internet horror with a friend and like. I am begging, I am BEGGING internet horror creators to understand that what makes liminal spaces off-putting isn't WHAT IF THERE WAS A SPOOKY MONSTER. It's the sense of wrongness. The backrooms, for example, isn't scary because what if there is a spooky guy here, it's scary because it inherently shouldn't exist, because you should never have arrived there in the first place. It wasn't meant for you or anyone to see. It's inherently wrong and unnatural-- THAT is what makes liminal spaces upsetting. They're familiar, yet something feels distinctly, ominously off about them, something makes you feel as if you're seeing something that wasn't meant for your eyes. The backrooms in particular embodies that concept of liminal wrongness-- they're intended to be the result of a glitch in reality, a place you clip out of reality and fall into, like when you clip out of the map in a game and end up in some bizarre void where you can see the unmodeled undersides of mountains and the full roundness of the skybox around you, and you can't get back and you're trapped in this surreal place you were never meant to see. It wasn't made for you. It wasn't made for anyone.

Which to me also means that any other living thing you meet there should be as confused and frightened as you are, since nothing should occur there naturally-- it isn't a natural place. Maybe you'll encounter a hidden NPC placed under the map for later, but they shouldn't have any AI, right? The concept of hostile creatures in the backrooms never really made sense to me based on the original premise tbh, why would there be lively, hostile beings chilling outside the map?

#rosychatter

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pookapufferfish · 4 months

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Maybe I should rest, take it easy y'know

Just kinda stop everything for a bit

I wish my brain could be turned off and on again

Would probably fix a lot

Wish I could convey how I am feeling. Or more like, why am I feeling a certain way. People say I can talk to them about it, but what do I say

I wish seeing people or certain things didn't make me upset, I was actively thinking the other day "I wish I didn't have to see notifications from this person but I don't want to block them because they are a friend, I wish there was like, a one sided block that just hides them from you but not you from them"

Who even thinks that about their friends

I can't even talk to them about it because what do I say, they have probably been through stuff already, I don't want to make their day bad by going "hey friend, I feel like garbage when I see you. I keep trying to get better but I feel like I am moving backwards and now I am starting to go quiet when you are around."

I am scared to talk to them, maybe another day, or time. Or maybe the feeling will just go away.

Someone yelled at me today, I am not mad at them, I think they just had a bad day. But it was something I am kinda vulnerable about. They said sorry but I still feel off.

I feel like I am slow with things. I type slow, I move slow, I react slow. I feel like I slow others down. I am scared to play games with others unless I know the game well because I feel like I am just gonna slow them down or get left behind. And that sucks

I feel like I am out of the loop with a lot of stuff my friends do. And I feel like I can never get back into the loop because I will just get out of loop again. I am always a step behind. I am excluded from the silly inside joke. I am not a part of the fun exclusive group that I couldn't join because I was sleeping. And when I try to act chill and ask for more info or playful beg to join the group. They either ignore it or say that I had to be there. Or they explain why the group was made and "oh if you join next time then we can add you"

And "next time" sucks. Because when is next time, I live on the other side of the planet from a lot of friends. And the ones I don't have timezone differences with are the ones with the strangest sleep schedules or they are busy, or our schedules just don't align. And it hurts when I go to bed and I see friends all playing games together. And I wake up the next morning and people are laughing over all the fun that was had, all the silly jokes I missed, all the chaos. And when I talk about how I am sad I missed it "next time" they say.

As if they aren't gonna do another VC at 10pm my time. As if maybe I could join their game and not be left behind because they move too fast. As if I could be a part of their little groups.

I feel lonely, I feel like I am left out. Once I go back to school I will have no time at all to hang out with friends. But oh don't worry, this weekend we could hang out except no, because everyone is busy. And the cycle repeats.

And when I finally get to hang out with friends and have fun. I feel happy for a while. I feel loved and appreciated. But then I get weighed down, by seeing friends talking about stuff that I can never be a part of, because that stuff already happened, but hey always next time.

I am tired. I wish I could see some of my friends. I wish I could know them better. I wish I could be there for all the next times. I wish I could be happy hearing my friends happily talk about this dumb bit for the fifth time and trying to explain it to me over and over again. I wish I didn't have to cover parts of group artworks because seeing a certain design makes me feel like I am dying.

I want a hug, I need a nap. I have spent an hour writing this dumb ramble that nobody is going to read. It feels a bit cathartic though. Maybe this is how to show my feelings, but it feels too mean and raw.

I think screaming this into the void of the internet is fine, maybe everyone is right, maybe I do need therapy.

This post was just meant to be the first 2 lines, how did it become this mess

Anyways look at this cool dog, isn't he neat

#vent #i am just going to curl up and cry now because that might help

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arionwind · 6 months

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If you are thinking of making or even reblogging a post that makes an absolute call to action like that and you are assuming people will just "get" the nuance, I am begging you to remember that this is the internet. People tell each other to kill themselves over which paper dolls they want to smoosh together. There are so many people harassing disenfranchised brown people for not voting, or harassing Jews and Palestinians over the current conflict that you aren't seeing because you aren't visibly part of an affected demographic.

If someone comes screaming in on your post talking about how your are looking around and making sure "your silence is noted" and you feel they are unfairly assuming the worst possible interpretation of your words? I promise, we aren't. We are seeing a public post that is functionally identical to the nicest harassment and hate mail we have been getting for days and responding to the established pattern.

I'm not going to tell you not to get angry and make those posts or reblog them, but I am begging you to chill out when someone impacted by the thing you are "raising awareness" of tells you that your attempts to do so are hurting them. No matter how angry we might sound, I know all but the most jaded and exhausted among us would much rather start a dialogue over aspects of the situation a simpler call to action missed than start a fight.

#essay #original ari #just half-disjointed ramblings really

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panda-writes-kpop · 10 months

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Rating How Delulu You Are Based On Your Bias (GG Edition)

Disclaimer: This is all in good fun. Please don't take any of the jabs in this with sincerity - my sense of humor involves teasing that can be seen as mean at times, but I promise that I have no malicious intent. Although this shouldn't be needed, I would rather not end up all over Twitter, Tiktok, or whatever else. I'm also not going to tag this because I don't feel like bringing unknown attention to myself. We cool? ❤️ please don't cancel me. I just like to have some fun as a silly teen girl yk

Anyways, I can't believe I'm 19 🥹 it feels weird that this is my last year as a teen, but I am kind of looking towards my 20s. Thank you all for not only supporting my blog but also me as a person.

That's enough of the sweet and nostalgic things - it's time to get started with what you came here for. 😌😉

Dreamcatcher:

JiU

- like a solid 6/10

- always good to be a little delulu

- honestly thought y'all would be higher bc of the things Minji says

SuA

- 7/10

- can't tell if y'all are delulu for SuA, delulu for SuA being with Siyeon, or a bit of both

- valid any way you slice it bc she's hot-

Siyeon

- ♾️/10

- "siyeon's my wife-" no babes you need therapy there's a difference

- simply touching grass will not do the job, rolling down a grass hill and inhaling some just might do the trick-

Handong

- 4/10

- okay listen y'all are just chill and I love that about you

- and I respect the few fully dedicated soldiers to this women, you deserve nothing but the best 🫶

Yoohyeon

- 8/10

- you understand that you have no endgame with her but you still think she's your girlfriend 🤔

- a chill kind of delulu

Dami

- 100/10

- if y'all have seen those tiktok edits you know exactly what I'm talking about

- "She could run me over with her car-" SEE A THERAPIST (i would let her do worse 🤭)

Gahyeon

- 8/10

- you think she's your girlfriend but she's not, I'm sorry :(

- she takes the best selfies and has legendary photocards so I don't blame you at all for the delulu

Itzy:

Yeji

- 6/10

- Her dancing skills and stage presence makes us all a little delulu tbh

- her stans are chill tho and only come out of the woodwork for comebacks or her individual promotions

Lia

- 2/10 or 10/10

- okay listen Lia biased people either are completely grounded and down to earth or are a permanent resident on delulu island

- I am the latter 🫣 but it's LIA COME ON

Ryujin

♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️/10

- she can't be everyone's wife, you guys, you're not married to her. GET HELP

- I have yet to meet a non-delulu Ryujin biased person and yes that includes myself 😌

Chaeryeong

- 9/10

- a rare breed but you all are DEDICATED to this women

- I don't need to recommend therapy but you all are slowly getting a little too close to that line-

Yuna

- 4/10

- I'm so surprised that this isn't higher because have you SEEN YUNA?!?!?

- SHIN YUNA MY LOVE I ADORE YOU 🥹🫶 Don't worry I'm delulu for you any day of the week 😌

Blackpink:

Jisoo

- 10/10

- Repeat after me: YOU. ARE. NOT. MARRIED. TO. THIS. WOMAN.

- but it's Jisoo so I don't blame you 🤷‍♀️

Jennie

- 8/10

- definitely delulu but you're not as vocal about it

- you're mostly busy trying to fight off this 24/7 shitstorm that people fling at her, and I respect the grind 🫡

Rosé

- 1000/10

- consider journaling as a hobby and stop writing your fantasies on the internet. I BEG OF YOU- (this is also a self call out 🫣)

- "I bet she-" How about we NOT go there?????

Lisa

- 100000000000000/10

- Again, consider journaling as a HOBBY instead posting on the internet

- there's so many of you that the delulu is uncontrollable, so that's why the ranking is so high

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jodiie-leighanne · 2 years

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Bodyguard. PT2. Ask and you shall receive. Apologies if there's any errors or mistakes. Enjoy :)

Warnings. Detailed smut, sex toys, kinks. Double penstration, anal sex. Vaginal sex. Drugging.

“Ma'am perhaps the Royal blue will suit better?”

“I agree Miss its very regal, it’ll bode well with the room decor”

“Quite, I’ll go ahead and began the..”

“Silence”, I screeched shocking even myself at the abrupt outburst of my vocals. I am sick of people making decisions for me as if I’m not here. As if I’m incapable of making a choice. “Red, I want the gown to be vermillion. Not blue”, I hissed.

In as little as thirty six hours I shall be attending my coronation. As a sovereign to take my oath. Nodding in a trance the dress makers leave hurriedly.

Fine hairs prickle my spine as the wooden doors slam, tapping of leather on laminate pricks my ears. Warmth fills my body after the chill from the draft, nothing has changed in those moments except the entrance of my bodyguard. Floating around light as dove feathers, not a sinless. Depths darker than the abys.

Since that fateful night he claimed my Innocence, he hasn’t returned for anything other than his job. Wanting glares no longer a thing, tension in the air cleared.

I was a one time conquest. Gaining nothing from our time accept, a wrath full of biohazard. Scorned from his seductive promise to return, sat upon my bed poised and ready for him. Tears shed from stupidity, melded into vexation. A thirst to be respected, desire to be fucking heard. Where’s the quiet, demure heir gone? Oh, she died. Good riddance as from her ashes rose a phoenix bold, courageous and anti bullshit.

One other thing has changed, I managed to bribe a servant to order me some items off the Internet. Items frowned upon for a woman of my status. Years of feeling empty, unfulfilled were replaced the day I sampled cock for the first time. Filled me perfectly, overwhelmingly brimmed with a pulsing, thick flesh between my thighs. Ahh just the flash back makes me wet. Not to mention the orgasm has me reeling, praising all the gods for creating a high so delicious. He wanted me to beg for more. I will do no such thing, I tracked down sex toy designers anonymously with a hefty lump sum Father believed was for learning materials. After the package arrived I spent hours chasing my release, vibrators with a girth and speed deadly. My legs would quake, failing to support me. Clit stimulators that you could lubricate, it would latch to the bud flicking like a tongue. Even to the point I bought faux cum to fill myself as I bounced on the ones I could stick to surfaces. It was an addiction I need it daily. Not stopping until my cunt leaked, bruised and used.

Two palms pulled me flush to a chest, I gasped forgetting he was even there as I had slipped into my dirty mind.

“What you thinking about princess?”, His voice dry and hushed.

“Nothing, nothing at all”, I hummed, shifting out of his hold before falling captive to the charms.

“Don’t act like you don’t want a repeat, baby” ,Smirking as my back remained facing him. Got you.

Swivelling on my heels I turned to meet the lust in his hues and that smirk I would mutilate for. “I don’t need you”, Smiling sweetly as I sashayed past him.

“All that confidence, it’ll be your downfall darling”

Huff a laugh, I glance over my shoulder as I stand in the crack doorway. “Or will I be yours?” Slowly shutting it behind me.

Hour after gruelling hour passed by. Table arrangements, party favours. Guest list, the order of events. Its nauseating all I wanted was to have my evening meal and retire to my boudoir. Currently myself and father are sat in the dinning quarters, feasting on a freshly prepared banquet. Due to their hard work and skill; the three guards have been invited to join us. Two burly men sat beside his highness now I know to identify as August and Solomon.

You guessed it, I got Malfoy.

“Y/N how is the preparations for your special day coming along?” Father spoke up, causing me to set my cutlery and face him.

“Wonderful sir, everything is going according to schedule”

“You do realise dear that there will be potential suitors attending”

“What on earth for?” I hissed, jumping slightly as a cold palm grazed my bare thighs.

“A future queen will need a king”

“Can’t I find my own?” Composing my voice to remain calm.

“You are not permitted to leave the castle, he also has to be of royal calibre” The older man’s, fists clenched on top of the table.

“I do not see how that is fair” A tight squeeze wrapped my skin, warning me silently.

“You don’t get a choice”

“May I be excused?” I retorted abruptly standing, almost causing my chair to topple.

“You’ve barely touched you..”

“I wish to leave the table”

“Very well, your meal will be brought to your room”

I need to blow of some steam before I go down there and behead the bastard. Just when I think I’ve reclaimed control I haven’t really. Everyone will always be ahead of me. I’m merely an extra in this theatrical performance deemed to be my life.

Reaching for my locked silver box, I pull out the mostly satisfying dildo I own. It’s around 8 inches, thick by around four. Veined and bends slightly to the left, hitting spots I’ve never seen on a diagram. Layering a fair amount of passion fruit lube over it, I can already feel my natural lube soaking the tiles. Suctioning it to the floor, secure enough to ride I begin. Straddling it as I grasp the rubbed shatter, sighing in relief as it breaches me. Slowly sliding down relinquishing in the pleasure. Palm flat to the ground to support my movement. It was glorious I fucking needed this. Moaning loudly as I kept a steady pace, settling back to begin bouncing, digits gripping my own roots. Mentallt visioning erotic male grunts, tight grip on my hips. Lips tarnishing my skin. Jaw dropping, eyes sealed and neck bent back to the point of almost snapping as I feel the sweat trickle my bare skin.

That’s when I hear it, as my senses realign. Sounds of pounding on flesh, sighs and panting. Fluttering my lids open there he was – Draco. Leant on the door frame, digits sheathing his cock. Fuck, he is beautiful. Mouth agape, brows knotted to a V in pleasure.

I want him in me. My mouth, my pussy. Any hole just take it their all yours. I’ll sign over the rights.

Striding towards me never stopping his fast pumps. To gue shooting out to wet his lip. Chuckling as I stayed startled and planted with a faux dick deep within.

“Baby, if you needed to feel pleasure I could have given it to you again”

“I-I wanted to be in control of something”

Removing his hands from himself, hissing as his length hit his stomach. He knelt before me, it was so close I could taste him on my tongue. My head titled up with the assistance of his fingers, thumb rubbing my bottom lip. He smirked as my wide eyes.

“You want to taste me princess?” Without hesitation I nodded. “Open up, tongue out flat”

“I’ve never ..”

“I’ll guide you through it” Pressing the engorged tip on my tongue. He slid slowly into the warmth of my mouth. “Close your lips around me, do not bite just graze” Following instructions as fingers laced into the tendrils of my scalp, making a muffled moan sound. Hearing guttural sounds emit from Draco, as he moved himself at a comfortable pace. Sucking in my cheeks as if second nature, his movements quickened. Gagging and spluttering around him.

Thumb rubbing my cheek bones, “Breath through your nose, relax your throat” Closing my eyes I allowed my body to do as it needed, fully aware I still had a large vibrator deep inside me. Clenching around it in desperation.

“Take control kitty. Use daddy” I did just that alternating my techniques between licking and sucking. Feeling as his end prodded the back of my throat.

“Good girl, fuck you’d warm”

“That’s it keep that rhythm” His praises spurred me to continue, palms gripping his thighs. Rocking back onto the toy. Giving us both unbelievable pleasure, if is the only control I get. I’ll take it.

“Oh Holy- baby don’t stop” I wasn’t planning to, I never wanted to take him out of my mouth. He could live there rent free. Whining like a child as he pulled himself out of me, making my eyes snap open. Gripping my to control himself. He began circling me like prey.

Smirking devilishly, I squirmed nervously. Feeling my arousal drown the rubber. Letting his fingers drag along my collar bone.

There was a shift in his eyes, I swear Lucifer himself winked at me. He stood directly behind me, the clicks of his knees sounded as he settled back slightly on his call. I felt a prodding at my tight puckered hole, causing me to go rigid. Remembering the words he uttered after our last time together.

“You want to feel full, so full you can’t take no more?” Mumbling a ‘yes’ I felt my stomach sink in apprehension. “This will make you gag on feeling” A breech of my back entrance made me shudder as he grasped my left breast twiddling the nipple gently.

“That’s it sweet girl, let me in” “I promise it’ll feel so good” I accepted the sting moving myself against him as his fingers explored me. The dildo struggling to remain in its fixed position as my juices moistened the friction.

“Think you can handle my cock in there? I think you could your my good girl. You’d do anything to accommodate daddy oh so well” Yes, I would. I’d do anything.

He pulled his fingers away leaving me a begging mess, I heard his spit onto something. Startled at the wet feeling placed back on my arsshole. Wrapping one arm around me bring me close, he began pushing in. Placing kisses on my neck as a distraction. It was uncomfortable, unnatural yet it felt fucking amazing.

“Oh fuck you tight – shit baby loosen up your pushing me out” Starting a slow rhythm as he gripped me in both arms now. Moving my petite size over him like a rag doll. Stars scattered my hues, as I crumbled. Moaning deeply in pained pleasure.

“Fuck – I wish I could have two cocks and feel you at the same time”

“Greedy, I’d be so greedy with you” Each word tipping further over the edge. Groans vibrated from him shivering my spine. This erotic moment was everything, I wanted to remain here.

“Let me switch, let me feel your cunt. Supple and ready for breeding” Removing himself so quickly from me it hurt, he pulled me off the fake dick. Laying down on his back grasping at his length. Panting and sweaty. I was delirious barely able to support my own weight I crawled over the top of him. Capturing his lips on mine as I slowly sunk down on to him. He immediately began rutting, as my hips met his bouncing rapidly.

“Fuck – that’s it baby. Oh fuck me blind” screaming and shaking as my orgasm smacked me in the pussy. Clenching him in choke hold, as his thighs tensed. Falling with me, he looked fucking gorgeous we he cummed.

“God, baby I’m proud of you. No man will get your hand, no your fucking mine”

“My toy, my cunt, my incoherent little slut”

“Daddy’s dirty princess”

He cradled my limp tired figure against his sticky chest, before guiding us to the shower. Concentrating of cleaning me up as he held me tightly. Nursing the bruises and pain he caused. It was gentle, he whispered sweet words into my ear as I fought the urge to sleep.

Slipping me into a nightdress, carefully placing me in the plush sheets of my bed. Nestling of his right side, next to me.

“Do you wish for us to be together?”

“More than anything, father would not allow it” I sighed ,in a dozed state. Eyes heavy and fucked out.

“What if I told you there was a way?” He mused, causing my lids to snap open staring in bewilderment.

“Wh-what?”

“Would you give me your full trust?” My head nodded before I even registered what I agreed to. We hardly knew one another.

“Of course”

Slipping off the bed, he reached for his suit trousers pulling out what looked like a flip phone. Raising it to his ear as he kept eye contact, inaudible words came from the other end as he simply smiled at me whispering “Begin”

Within minutes shattering of glass vibrated, thuds of hard boots and shots echoed. Widening my eyes I pressed my back to the headboard, fearing for my own safety.

“It’s ok, don’t be frightened”

“Wha-whats happening?”

“See when your father hired me to protect you from a threat” , He twitched two fingers on each hand as if the statement was false. Chuckling deeply as he untucked a small vile and a cloth from his suit jacket.

Slowly drifting towards me once again, “There wasn’t a threat, not really”

“I-I ..” Words stuck in my throat as he knelt in front of me dabbing a strong smelling liquid onto the thick fabric.

“I just wanted you..” He stroked my cheek with the gauze causing me to cough. Before gripping the back of my head with his free hand, pushing my mouth and nose to be covered by the toxins. I thrashed, punched and scratched with no success.

“Don’t fight please, this is the only way we can be together I had to do it this way. I’ve watched you for years waiting for the right time. Now I can’t let you slip away”

As my vision blurred, alarms sounded around the castle loud screams followed.

‘The kingdoms under attack-‘

‘Breach, there’s a breach in the Royal guards’

‘Imposter..’

‘The monarchy has fallen..’ Lids fluttering shut as he stood surrounded by masked men. Brushing hair behind my ear.

“Long live the princess” He beamed as my vision turned black.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco smut #draco malfoy smut #draco fanfiction

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nani-nonny · 8 months

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Reading the beginning of chapter " family " and i get surprised why isn't F!Mikey awake, was there disconnection in the internet?!😂

When Mikey said " not yet " i was wondering 'Not yet?' As if he's gonna feel pain soon? Or something may happen soon? (Until my thought remembered that F!Leo may have to do something soon)

I remembered the clip you posted before saying that F!Mikey cursed at Drax for begin impatient, i wonder if it was him wanting for F!leo to gain his connection back fast and that's why f!Mikey said " impatient "

When F!mikey put his hands on leo's chest and start pulling something, i wonder if it was him making space for himself and his brothers?🤔

" Michelangelo is nothing more than a torso with legs and a single arm " i never knew 'Slice of life' involved horror, god damn it i was scared imagining that.

With each time F!Leo's begging i can't help but almost CRY, my poor babygirl!!

" a purple hand reaches out of the mound like the dead reviving. " AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! IT'S HIM!! THE DAMN TWIN IS BACK WHERE WERE YOU DONNIE?!?!?!

Wait from the describing; F!Donnie lost both legs and left forearm?! Bet they were replaced by Robot limbs. When i heard his voice i thought " did he replaced his throat with coards? "

God DAMN you described my child raph as a leftover eaten sandwich WHAT HAPPENED?!?! AND YOU TOO HIS EYES TOO?!? WHAT'S NEXT HIS SHELL?

When leo woke up and saw his family with their limbs fully on FINALLY MY CHILD DOESN'T LOOK LIKE AN EATEN SANDWICH!!

Raph describing Leo as crybaby and i couldn't agree more, but let's be honest he deserves to cry, decades of fighting deserves to cry.

WAIT DRAXAM NEVER SAID IT WON'T BE PAINFUL?! I THOUGHT MIKEY DID IT. Also goddamn F!Mikey's acting like he's on he's giving birth CHILL

Donnie says leo's in hell and am over here thinking how i can end a ghost's life

‘Mystic School for Dummies’. GOD DAMN DONNIE XDD THIS'S A BURN FOR BRAINY

" Donatello only gestures faster. Leonardo does the same " AHAHAHA

" It was the most badass moment we’ve had together in years ,” YES IT WAS THE MOST BAD ASS MOMENT IN WDS ITSELF AND YOU CAN NOT CHANGE MY MIND

“That and it’s really funny seeing you try to be a dad.” yep HERE IT IS!

Hearing f!Donnie's voice in leo's head got me giggly and excited!!!

F!Mikey isn’t awake in the beginning because his ninpo is a little banged up, and you can see it getting worse as the chapter goes on, hence the disintegrating hehe

The “not yet” was F!Mikey telling Draxum because he knows that the old goat is trying to rush the properties of the mystic herb. :) Mikey was not at all happy about Draxum trying to rush things hahaha! So yes, that ties with him cursing Draxum out lol

F!Mikey’s hand is quite literally keeping F!Leo’s mystic core intact. A lot of bad would have happened if Mikey wasn’t holding Leo together. Although, when Mikey stumbled he kind of brought Leo down with him for the short fall lol

“I never knew ‘slice of life’ involved horror” -In my defense! I said we’re getting there, we’re just not there yet hehe was it too spooky? I’m a little desensitized to these things oop

F!Donnie pulled a mushu from mulan “I LIIIIVEEEEE” but in that case, Donnie lost his voice and some limbs from the same disintegrating that is hurting F!Mikey. Although, the one he permanently lost is his left arm. He has the matching pair for F!Leo’s right arm hahaha!

Not the leftover eaten sandwich nooooo!!! Not Raphy hahahah! And to be exact, the turtles have most of their limbs back haha. Raph, Donnie and Mikey still have their missing pieces, well, missing. (Raph’s right leg below the knee, Donnie’s left arm, and a chunk of Mikey’s shell on the upper right carapace)

Draxum never warned Leo about the process if integrating the mystic herb, all he said was that he was going to do his part on his end. He’s a little shit for that lol /aff

I had a lot of fun writing out the family sillies <3333 some of them were inspired by moments with my own siblings hehe

I’m literally so happy it looks like you enjoyed the chapter :) this feedback means a lot to me :D

#whispers of distant souls #nani nonny answers #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt future leo #future leo au #I really needed this #I had a bad day at work and lab #some kid kicked me in the shin #and my lab partner smelled horrifically like ass and I mean that in the nicest way possible #I messed up my knee and idk when or how #but I love the little comments you have for my works

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 9 months

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I'm a pre-hrt trans man still in the closet; lately I've been hearing lots of anecdotes about the shit we deal with both inside and outside the queer community, and it started to feel like transitioning would ruin my life. So I'm really grateful for your own stories about cis gay guy hookups who accept you as male, and the happiness you've built for yourself despite certain difficulties. Thank you

I mean it's not like a cake walk or anything but I get laid and I have no problem being honest about the fact that being trans isnt really that much of a barrier. I'm at a weird stage in my transition rn that it kind of seems like I might settle into permanently where the old white lady at the checkout at the fabric store is certain I'm a man and the old white lady of a similar age at the thrift store is certain I'm a woman and I can pull both straight guys and gay guys as long as I fit their other standards (although gay guys are way more likely to suck my dick so :/. Straight men really just do not eat pussy it's incredible) but the vast majority of dudes I see are bisexual or trans seeking. I won't lie I've also had some guys come into my DMs to tell me girls don't belong on Grindr but for every one of those there's like ten who will beg me to sit on their face so who am I gonna believe. The important thing to remember is that communities are made up of people and some people are dicks and some people are chill, and also that you're just not for everyone. The pussy is a draw for some people and a deal breaker for others and just kind of a fact for others. I think the Internet discourse about that is kind of juvenile tbh. Some guys don't like pussy and I totally get that it's a new set of equipment to learn and frankly if they want to be lazy about sex I'm a pillow princess so I'm not gonna argue with them, it's their prerogative. And not every chaser is a huge transphobe fetishist. Like. I like men but I also like eating pussy. I have to assume that dilemma is not infrequently present in cis men. There are dudes out there who see you as a walking cunt and there are dudes out there who think you're disgusting for being trans but most people just aren't worried about you like that imo, at least in the gay community.

The cishets I cannot vouch for they seem to be way more pressed.

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thessalian · 1 year

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Thess vs Averted Crises

Birthday dinner went fairly well, apart from a couple of hiccups. And at least one of those ... well, I’m kind of proud of me for how I handled it.

For the most part, all was good - we ate sushi and talked about stuff. But Mum wanted to tell an anecdote and immediately mentioned “that whole trans thing”. Look, ordinarily, my mother is relatively chill about all of this. I don’t know if the friend of hers involved in the anecdote was chill about this. Plus, frankly, I’ve been putting up with transphobic bullshit for too long now - and even more vituperously put for the last couple of weeks and worst of all today given that Hogwarts Legacy cane out and ... well, mess. So I literally begged: “Please, please, any other day but today. It’s not because it’s my birthday, it’s a whole other thing, please just not today”. Mostly because I did not want to get involved in the JK Rowling Saga with my mother, but also partly because I don’t want to talk about Westminster blocking Scottish Parliament’s Gender Recognition Act because I don’t know where she is politically right now and it feels better not to go into it. At most, if pressed, I would have said something about “it’s been a pretty big thing on the internet lately, and with my friends, and since a friend of mine recently came out as trans I am a little sensitive about it as much on her behalf as anything else and I just want a break from anything that hints at transphobia”. But mostly ... it’s not really a topic of conversation for a small, crowded, overly loud Japanese restaurant. So I set the boundary - just, please, not today.

Mum’s response: “Okay. But can I just ask this one thing? I--”

I mean, she was starting to ask whether I said it was okay or not. This is one of the things she does; I set a boundary within the conversation, and she asks to just nudge that boundary lightly, and then if I give her that inch, she takes a mile. With a bulldozer that destroys the entire boundary. So I just asked her, “Why do you always push that boundary?” Like, seriously, why do you ask if you can carry on with ‘just one thing’ when the person you’re talking to has already said “please not the thing”? And then she started the passive-aggression. “Oh, so I just can’t ask you anything ever again. Fine. I won’t ask and you’ll never know what I was going to say”. I did repeat that I was fine with answering her questions any other day, but not today because of factors entirely separate from her, the date, or anything else beyond some circumstances my end that I would happily tell her about when I wouldn’t have to shout over drunken people. She did eventually chill about that, at least, but there was a brief sulk that I hadn’t let her just stampede over my conversational boundaries the way I normally do.

I explained the second one to her satisfaction, at least. We moved from there to talking about my intellectually disabled aunt, who is not happy with the move into her new, rather smaller accommodations. I did flag up that my aunt does not like change at all, and isn’t inclined to look at the bright side and make the best of it the way I tend to. She was probably still a little pissed about the shutting down the conversation about “that whole trans thing”, because she snapped right into, “And when was the last time you were forced into changes against your will? She gets no say in any of these things! The last time you didn’t have a say in things, you were sixteen!” I elected not to flag up that I don’t currently really have a say in where I live because I could not afford to live on my own even if I could work full time and I’m at the mercy of which flat they’re happy to let me live in at whatever pace they want it made ready, because technically she’s right - I have a choice. Just all of the options are unfeasible beyond the ones that I am, for all there are issues, grateful to have at this point. Anyway, I flagged up that yes, she was right, and it must be very frustrating for her, so no wonder she dislikes change so much, and that I wasn’t stating it as a failing in my aunt, but rather expressing sympathy for her current position. Which toned the whole thing down, thank the gods.

Unfortunately, it nearly fell apart again a little bit after that, because ... it’s a Friday night and that little Japanese restaurant is the only one in our immediate area, and is quite popular. A whole big party had just come in, and were standing at the bar talking very loudly, and the party of four sitting next to us had just become a party of six, and I was starting to get that ice-pick-to-the-temple pain while she was flipping through her phone to show me a picture of where my aunt has a picture of me at my first big school dance sitting in pride of place on a shelf (she’s had that in every home she’s had since she got that picture something like thirty years ago, so that was touching). Anyway, I asked if we could go after that, because it was loud and crowded. My mother went nuts, going, “No! I will finish my wine first! Chill!” I was a little taken aback at being snapped at, but I settled, a little uncomfortable because I hadn’t intended it to be insulting or anything but not that peeved; just headachy and weirded out. Mum apparently took that expression as pouting and being put out or something, because she kept on about “When did you get this way? Will you just settle?” I told her I was settling and tried to school my facial expression a bit because what the hell else was I going to say? I’d pushed my luck once at that dinner and wasn’t going to push it again by adding that I was just getting a headache and was struggling to make myself heard over the ambient noise.

I think she finally got that because she told me I could go and she’d sit and finish her wine. Which I did - not because I don’t like her company but because I don’t like loud crowds or the feeling like someone’s jamming an ice pick into my left temple. She patted herself on the back a bit for stopping the “that trans thing” conversation because “that’s hard for me, you know!” I allowed that it was, and decided not to say that she should honestly get used to it because sometimes people have boundaries and crossing them is a shitty thing to do no matter how much you personally want to talk about a thing. She did stop. It’s a start.

Beyond that, it went well, and I went home with a belly full of lovely sushi and a very pretty birthday card. I’ve had worse birthdays.

#Thess has a birthday

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infantisimo · 1 year

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buddy, listen.

why do you get so sore when i refer to you as a brahmin? are you not one? (you are). is it because you think it's a direct and malicious attack on your parents? (it's not). is it because you 'admitting your privilege' gives you pardon clemency amnesty a gold star sticker for being one of the good ones, or - as you love to drape all over your body - a staunch ally? (it does not).

you don't understand what privilege is, literally and in reality. what caste is. you're incapable.

you've renounced nothing because you can't because it doesn't matter to you because it means starting from nothing because it means a fundamental tectonic change in your body and soul. your 'guilt, listening, learning, unlearning, platforming marginalised' is to just get laid by ghouls on the internet and in your network and promotions at work. see even here, you get an orgasm and an increment. why would you renounce all that for violence, spit, tonsuring, humiliation, lynching, landlessness, servility, precarity, indignity, dispossession, being violated, immolated, pissed on, less than human and other terms of endearment?

why would you renounce brahmingiri, buddy? makes no damn sense.

go make a life, enjoy it. yeh sab tension kahe ko lena ka. chill kar, mazze kar, aish kar.

all i am saying is i never got a certificate for being queer from you lot. and here you are begging for rights from depraved old fuck budhas in the supreme court who jack off in chambers while wearing their gowns. tumko ijaazat chahiye pyaar karne ke liye? marriage certificate chahiye? woh bhi unn logo se jo tum par thhookenge, tumko jaan se maarenge? pehle toh tumko thekedaar kisne banaya? humne toh nahi -- usse zyaada -- humko nahi gidgidaana inke saamne. hijro ko toh haqq aur izzat abhi tak nahi dila sake. oopar se aur baddtarr unki zindagi bana di hai. tum aapas mein, apni jaat mein shaadi kar ke kya sudhaarne wale ho? zara humein bhi batao.

but i do have a certificate from the government attesting that i am 'not you'. in this world of yours, there are worse off people than me, who are below me so that should make me happy, right? that's your game. but the certificate that most in this country have is a different 'not you' certificate. and that is the point and the difference. you also have a certificate now --- the eewwww certificate --- that says you also have a difficulties. do you smell the shit like most of them do? come on, tell me.

the 'not you' means most have to stand in line for grains at the pds, then return to the work on the farmlands owned by you. you think jajmani is dead? don't tell that to the 'not you' cause it'll make them laugh and – inadvertently – the spittle from their mouth might fall on you and then you'd have to go to the pujari or maulvi or pastor or granthi or the shakha or the police or the prime minister or the friendly neighbourhood gunda to kill them. actually no need, your uncles and brothers and cousins can do that work just fine. what happens at home, stays at home, right? mohalle mein shor kyun machana.

we are not equal in this. it's not about equality. it's about burning it to the ground. but the thing is. you are willing to rule over dust and ashes – even if all that remains is dust and ashes. that is what you do not understand. it's in your mind and veins. you hate the 'not you'. and the 'not you' hate themselves already. so it's easy peasy lemon squeezy.

#manic pixie mahasweta devi

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furrama · 1 year

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So the not logging onto social media until 8pm and then only for an hour is working. Kinda. A few nights I've been an hour early or was on for longer than an hour. My Tumblr feed was made by a depressed shut in with no friends that was desperately trying to understand people that lived inside the magic mirror and also see pictures of all the birds and art of stylized animals. So it does take a while to scroll through at the moment on some days. (Really should unfollow a few people.)

I've been feeling a lot better in some ways. I still know what's going on, but I'm not thinking about it all day.

I am still not sure of what to do about posting art online right now. My comic deadline is coming up and I kinda want to shelve the whole thing for another year and work on something else instead. Something that doesn't beg to be posted. But I already loudly announced I'd put the thing out. Now I'm wishing I had waited. I could still cancel it but that feels like a copout.

Right now I'm easily made very very tired. And making myself do anything that's technically not necessary and that I'm not currently enthusiastic about is nigh impossible. I know I'm burned out and frustrated about it.

I made a yt playlist of chill music that helps a little. I'm also reading Fellowship of the Ring and trying to finish Ni No Kuni Wrath of the White Witch. I'm sketching and writing headworld ideas in a sketchbook fairly regularly. I think that's progress, considering that I was usually doing nothing and feeling bad on the internet all day.

Anyway, I don't know what exactly is going to happen or if I'll ever be 100%, but right now I feel like I'm moving in a good direction. (Still hoping the dog's not pregnant. If she is that's probably gonna throw a real wrench into things. But I must hope in their continued infertility.)

Hope you're all doing alright. Here's a couple of gray cats for the long blabber post tax.

(👆And a link to the playlist in case you want it. Lots of Ghibli and Cartoon Saloon with a little bit of other things I like.)

#Ash is about to turn 15 in April #She sleeps a lot nowadays but she's still healthy

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i wanna know about gumi for the character ask game!!! i went through a tiny vocaloid phase in middle school and she was my favorite, but my friends barely even knew she existed. i've been so excited to see you posting about her, she deserves the love!!

Aww yay! I'm also excited to post more about her, she owns my heart just as much as Miku does

First impression: I liked her voice and her hair, wasn't a huge fan of her box art style, but I liked all of her more popular songs. I did play Panda Hero on loop in my first year of high school

Impression now: She has the best voice out of all the vocaloids, she has a very flexible voice, a very pretty design, she's my favorite alongisde Miku, she also has the best English voicebank out of all the Japanese vocaloids, she also has some of the best and most iconic songs and all of the pretty merch and figurines, please make more Gumi merch please I'm begging, I want a Gumi plushie

Favorite moment: I'm a big fan of her new Vocaloid6 and AI voice, but hmm... I'm not sure what my favorite Gumi moment is. Part of me wants to say her popular hachi songs like Matryoshka and Panda Hero because those were my first Gumi songs, but I don't know. Oohh, or maybe the Echo x Hibikase mash-up from that NicoNico concert! That sounds about right, it always gives me chills

Idea for a story: I don't tend to have ideas for vocaloid AUs like other people do (not because I don't like them, I just don't think about that stuff for myself), so instead let me take this prompt a different way and just talk about some ideas I have relating to Gumi, like how I want to make a Gumi shrine in my room (I saw someone with a Kagamine Rin shelf shrine, and ever since then I've really wanted to do the same for Gumi). Also here's a fun idea, Internet Co. Ltd! GIVE. ME. MORE. GUMI. MERCH. Also begging on my hands and knees for Crypton and Piapro to let Gumi appear in one of Miku's concerts, at the very least as a guest vocaloid, like how they let her appear in Project Mirai for two songs

Unpopular opinion: I'm actually still not a huge fan of the artstyle on most of her box art. That's the only opinion I could think of lmao sorry. I do like her design and her outfits A LOT, I think they're very pretty and creative, but I'm just not a huge fan of the artstyle

Favorite relationship: Not in a ship way, but I really like her duets with Miku (this is totally not because I grew up with Matryoshka and now am a big fan of Masa Works Design, noooo not at all)

Favorite headcanon: I don't tend to have a lot of headcanons on vocaloids, but for Gumi... Let's say I like to think she's a vegetarian

Thank you so much for the ask anon! This was so fun to answer, have a wonderful day!<3

Ask game (text is a link)

#vocaloid #gumi #anon #cat answers #ask game

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