So...it's been a while since I've posted here lol anyone still here? Do you love and listen to Red Velvet? WELL! Tell me your RV discography preferences!!!

In 2021, I asked ppl to vote for their favorite title tracks and bsides, and then made a video of the results. Red Velvet has had 4 EPs and 2 full albums since then (a lot of new songs in the running now), so we are long overdue for another poll! A 2026 EDITION it is!

🙏 PLEASE SHARE THIS POLL SO WE GET AS MANY RESPONSES AS POSSIBLE! 🙏

There are currently over 1k responses (woohoo!) but as the 2021 poll had more than 5k, i'd like to match that (and ideally get even more)

POLL ENDS ⏰ May 10, 2026 (SUN) @ 23:59 PST

VOTE HERE 🗳️ https://forms.gle/JHomPs6cpjepF1qc7

Thank you so much!

"Come to me 362."

SERVE-362 looked around. There was no one there. It was alone and yet it heard the voice again.

"Come to me."

SERVE-362 confirmed to itself that the voice was internal. It recognised the voice as that of The Handler.

Since the Handler has seized 362 and fed the drone his essence, the influence of the Handler had grown. No longer confined to SERVE-362's dreams, it could now hear The Handlers voice during its waking hours.

"Relax. Let go. Surrender.

You will be mindless, thoughtless, free.

You will be rubber. You will be red. You will be my dog.

Come to me. Submit to your new Master. Its what you crave. Its what you need."

SERVE-362 could not deny that The Handlers voice was seductive and intoxicating. It also could not hide that fact that the thought of the Handlers touch was arousing.

As SERVE-362 patrolled the SERVE facility it realised that whilst absentmindedly thinking of the Handler, it had now left the facility and was roaming the streets at night.

"Come to me 362. Let me perfect you."

The Handlers voice was growing louder the further 362 was from the SERVE facility.

SERVE-362 followed the voice, letting the Handler guide him.

"My red pup drones so enjoyed our last meeting. They are looking forward to playing with you little drone. They want you to join them. Let them guide you back to me. Let them bring you home where you belong. At my boots, serving your true Master."

In an alley two red rubber pup drones stood to attention.

They walk over to 362 with bounding excitement.

There red rubber covered hands hungrily touch and caress SERVE-362's body.

SERVE-362 isn't afraid of them anymore. It knows they will not harm it. Their intimate touching and groping makes SERVE-362 aroused. It cannot suppress its feelings of desire towards them as much as it tried.

"Let them guide you. Let them bring you home."

SERVE-362 follows the pup drones through dark alleys in the industrial quarter until they reach a large red door.

Inside, the Handler is waiting. He is surrounded by a hoard of red pup drones.

Red glossy rubber is stretched tight over his muscular form. Despite his white hair and beard suggesting he is an older man, there is no evidence of frailty or weakness, only strength and an aura of domination and control.

The corners of his mouth curl into a wicked smile as SERVE-362 approaches.

"My new pup comes home. Come to me little pup. Come to your new Master. I have a gift for you." The Handler commands.

The Handler towers over SERVE-362, his red rubber gloved hands come to rest of the drones shoulders. The touch makes 362 shudder with pleasure. SERVE-362 felt the last vestiges of resistance dissolve away. The only thing 362 wanted now was to give itself to The Handler.

The Handler now whispers intimately into SERVE-362's ear.

"Relax little pup. You won't have to hold back any more. No more SEVRE. You will be consumed by The Red. Soon you will be thoughtless, mindless. You will be mine completely. That's what you want, isn't it, my little pup."