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what vocaloid do you like and what song is your favorite??
for me, i love luka a lot and majority of her songs especially leia !!!
in terms of sound, i think my fave is vflower!!! iâm very fond of the androgynous voice. adachi rei is super cool too. but if weâre talking about vocas as characters i donât think i have a favourite? i think theyâre all cool and have their own iconic songs that they sound amazing in!!
I LOVE LUKA TOO THOUGH, sheâs so pretty and pink and leia is SO FUNNN
whats ur favourite colour, music, shows/movies/books or media in general?
who is ur favourite HSR character? is there any other games u like
WOAHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!! this actually means way more to me than you might think đĽšđĽš
my favourite colour functionally is blue! itâs a colour i think fondly of because of persona 3. but i do have a lot of green items as well :)
as for music, i listen to a lot of j-pop and vocaloid stuff! iâm actually a small utaite (cover singer) on the side, which is where iâm @ when iâm not on tumblr or at work LOL
the current show iâm watching is supernatural!! oh my god i know spn in the big 2026 woah woah woahhhhh, iâve actually never seen it before đ yes i am a fake tumblrina
iâm not much of a movie person, but if i had to choose one itâd be dune!! i loooove good cinematography, and aesthetically dune is extremely appealing to me. reading the book beforehand makes the experience 10x better as well
my fav book has to be the secret history by donna tartt. iâm extremely inspired by her style and characters and dialogue and just⌠the way she crafts a story. sheâs my fav author of all time
my fav HSR character⌠hmmhmm a bit of a tough one. iâd say itâs aglaea, because we are basically one and the same person.
currently iâm into the freak circus! itâs an 18+ yandere psychological horror visual novel, and i def recommend it hehehe. clowns monsters stalking etcetc⌠very fun :>
thank you again so much for asking and thank you for reading till the end!! i really appreciate being asked personal questions, it feels really nice <3
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Can I request Phainon/Mydei/Ashveil/(or other male characters of your liking) unintentionally overstimulating the reader because he was in some sort of a trance??
sorry, iâm not familiar enough with ashveilâs character yetâŚ!
gn!afab reader
âsensitive,â you gasp, clawing at something, anything - dimly, youâre aware of your nails catching on hot, damp skin, but he doesnât even flinch in response. âs-sensitive, please-â
Phainon
he pants, rutting into you mindlessly. you writhe and struggle in his arms, out of pain or pleasure, he can hardly tell anymore - all he can think of is the feeling of you against his skin, smaller and weaker and softer, your walls seizing so snugly around him, the wet slap of his balls against your clit...
"phainon," you cry desperately, clawing at his arms. "phai, please, slow- i already-"
your voice cuts off in a strangled sound as you cum again, for the nth time that night. a sound rumbles in phainon's chest, almost animalistic, and he rocks his tip against your most sensitive spot as he cums with you, hot and thick and heavy.
Mydei
mydeimos is all too aware of how much more brusque and rough he is compared to you, and so he's always extra careful to treat you with gentleness and care.
except for now, today, as he's drawing his full length out of you and slamming back into you so hard you feel like your breath's knocked out of you.
"mydei," you gasp again. "slow down-"
but he doesn't seem to hear you. in fact, his arm tightens around your throat until your head is tipped all the way back - somehow in that position it feels like each thrust is knocking all the way up into your stomach.
"can't-"
he silences you with a growl, pressing his nose against your hair, grinding even harder into you until your vision nearly blacks out from both the pleasure and pain.
The sound of a lock being turned is unmistakeable behind you.
You spin around. Anaxagoras is there, dim in the shadows behind the door, slipping a key into a pocket somewhere in the complicated folds of his clothes.
"Anaxa," you say, forgetting your manners entirely. "They said... they said you were looking for me."
You regard him tensely. His expression is cast into darkness, more unreadable than usual, his browbone illuminated by the slightest sliver of moonlight. Though he didn't seem any different than usual, there was...
He takes a step towards you, then another. You find yourself stepping back in time with him, until you bump gently against the edge of his desk.
"[Name]," he purrs, low and sweet. "[Name], [Name]."
"Anaxa?" you stammer apprehensively. The drop of your voice in the silence does nothing to dispel the stillness in the room.
His left hand grips the edge of the table first, then the other rests on your hip.
You swallow back the dryness in your mouth. How very close. The moonlight casts him into greys and whites, blue eyes turned into luminous silver. His lips are parted, ever so slightly, and the tip of a wet tongue glistens invitingly.
You glance down, flushing, though that doesn't help much. His tattooed hand tightens on you.
âSo beautiful," he murmurs, leaning forward.
Any protest that bubbles up in your throat is silenced by the press of his lips against yours, warm-
Bitter. You try again to protest, and Anaxa slips his tongue into your mouth, lapping at you. A sound rumbles in his chest. âWhere are you trying to go?â
You whine when he kneads at your sides, slipping his hands under your clothes. Anaxagoras is always warm, but now especially so - palms soft, fingers wanting and gentle.
You barely notice when your clothes come off, when Anaxa presses a finger against your mound. You jolt, gasping into his mouth, and finally he stops kissing you only to nip at your jaw, under your ear.
He keeps a slow, steady pace, letting you rock your hips against him for friction but not going fast enough to give you any sort of relief. Anaxagoras has some curious, out-of-place callouses on the pads of his fingers - from some strange experiment, no doubt, but all you can think of are the sparks of pleasure when you grind down on them.
"Is that good?" he murmurs against your skin, and you can only make a tiny, helpless sound in response.
From some faraway place you know you should be concerned. Never had he been so forward with his advances before, nor so needy. Hearing the sound of Anaxa's heavy breathing by your ear, was an anomaly in itself, let alone his body pressed up against yours, his clothes yielding under your fingers...
You bite back a whine, back arching. Anaxa pushes a finger into you without warning and your face flushes red at the obscene, wet sounds you make at his touch.
"Can't-" Your hand grasps at his arm. "Slow, please-"
"Shh." He bears his weight on you until you're leaned backwards on his desk, as far as you could go. "You can take it. Be good."
Another finger, and your eyelids flutter shut at the pleasant burn, shuddering against him.
"Anaxa," you breath out. You can feel Anaxa's cutting gaze sweeping over you, taking in the way your breath hitches, your body twitching each time he brushes against something sensitive.
"Is this good?" he hums rhetorically. "Or here?" He massages around, stroking your ribbed walls until you jerk and cry out his name. "Ah."
"I-" You whimper, writhing. "Cl-close. Anaxa, please-"
"Good girl," he soothes. "You can cum for me."
The quiet authority in his voice sends you tipping over the edge. You whine, trying to hold back your voice, back arching towards him. Anaxa lowers his head to lick at the junction between neck and shoulder, letting your walls spasm and squeeze around his fingers.
"Good," he murmurs again as your orgasm subsides, leaving you shuddering and panting.
Anaxa's fingers slide out of you, slick with your arousal, and he holds your gaze as he slips them into his mouth to clean them off. Another involuntary shudder passes through you.
"You'll do nicely," he comments. Dimly, through the haze of your aftershocks, you wonder what he might be needing you for. "Meet me again, at the same time next week."
youâre driving somewhere late at night⌠wait, whatâs that huge hulking shape standing in the road? finally the doctor has his hands on you, and the thrill of adrenaline in the air tastes sweet on his tongue. you canât seem to decide whether youâre enjoying this or you want to push him away. itâs adorable too how much smaller you are than him.
miiiindbreak⌠with jester :3 whimpering and whining like a good pet while you leak allll over his cock
âwhere do you think youâre going?â - harlequin
can anyone make you as wet as harlequin does?
ticket takerrr
harlequinâs just making extra sure you donât have any more in youâŚ
harlequin likes it when youâre fiery, but youâre cute too when you behave
pierrot fucking you hard and fast in the dead of night
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"eight thousand nerve endings," he murmurs against your ear, patting your mound, warm and twitchy under his fingers. "right here. is that good?"
you whine, push your face into the side of his neck. anaxa chuckles and lets you press into him as he strokes you slowly, relishing the way your hips lift and relax under his touch.
how sweet you were to let him have access to your most vulnerable spot. it was fascinating to him that there seemed to be an spot on your body that was made solely for your pleasure, but more fascinating still was the trust which you placed in him.
anaxa pinches you lightly and you jump with a sound of complaint.
"sorry, sorry," he chuckles, soothing the area, going back to stroking you just how you liked.
your quiet whimpers are muffed against his skin. pressed up this close to you, anaxa can feel each tiny tremor as he gathers up your slick on his fingers, knowing it's at this point you usually try to squirm.
"be good," he soothes, pressing a hand against your belly when he feels you flex. "stay there."
"anaxa," you whine again, nuzzling against him, trying to get any relief he'd let you have.
"i'll let you cum. be patient, sweet thing."
a grumble of both frustration and pleasure slips out of you when he slips his fingers in. your walls flex against him as if determined to push him out, then relax all at once and he curls his fingers inside you.
you cry out immediately and slam tight around him.
"is that good?" he purrs, massaging that sweet spot within you. he's rewarded with a sob of his name - he must have been playing with you longer than he'd intended. you're tense and desperate and oh so adorable in his grasp and anaxa can feel himself painfully hard.
"yes," you cry out, head knocking back against his shoulder. "s'good, please-"
"almost there," he promises, letting the rhythm of your squeezing guide him. it nearly hurts, but feeling how tight you are gives anaxa a heady burst of confidence. "good girl. cum for me."
you whine his name, gasping, hips jerking up into his hand as the hot knot of pleasure within you snaps. anaxa presses his thumb onto your clit and you seem to cum even harder (how fascinating, he hadn't known that was possible).
"anaxa," you cry. "anaxa, nax, too much, nngh-"
he hums in acknowledgement and keeps rubbing circles. "you can take it. indulge me one more time, okay?"
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we are all people on the other side of our screens. we all have feelings and we should all have respect for one another. considering the state of the world today, fandoms are the few places left that should be safe from the horrible things happening in society. let's not turn on each other and spread kindness instead.
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