#eyes emoji @ kamui...........

[bah-circus]

Hi could we please get a level 3 Gakupo (vocaloid) that is just. A biiig whore? A massive slut??? This is totally not inspired by Madness of Duke Venomania not at alllll (/s)

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Gakupo!!!

°·⊱ Name: Gakupo Kamui, Cherubim, Blade, Lunar, Knight, Camille, Duke

°·⊱ Age: 23-28

°·⊱ Race/Species: Human

°·⊱ Source: Vocaloid / Evillious Chronicles 

°·⊱ Role: Hypersexuality Holder, Emergency Fronter, Responder

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°·⊱ Sex: Male

°·⊱ Gender: Boyslut, Lustbodiment, Pervertboy, Bimbogender, Hypersexdollic, Degenerwhore, Purpleslut, Deisexslaveic, Prettyboy

°·⊱ Pronouns: He/Him; Lust/Lusts; Slut/Sluts; H♡/H♡, ♡/♡s; 💕/💕s; Purp/Purple

°·⊱ Sexuality: Omnisexual, Feminine Preference 

°·⊱ Personality: Slutty, Sadistic, Hedonistic, Graceful, Confident, Advocates for Self-Love

────── · · · · ──────

°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: Duke Venomania Duke of Lust, The Sluttiest Vocaloid, Purple Samurai, [Prn] Who Haunts the Night 

°·⊱ Likes: Eggplants, Sex, Alcohol, Katana / Sword Practice, Burlesque Dancing, Romance Novels, Lingerie Fashion, Perfumes

°·⊱ Dislikes: Shame, Judgement, People Disagreeing w Him, Sexual Repression, Body Negativity

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🍆⚔️🍶💜🎏

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°·⊱ TransIDs: transDemon, transVampire, permaHorny, permaFucked, trisOwner, transHeartPupils, transSnuffDirector, transMeanGirl, jokeThatMFInYourDNI

°·⊱ CisIDs: Japanese, Purple Eyes, Purple Hair, Long Hair, Samurai, Hypersexual, Extrovert, PTSD, ADHD, NPD, HPD, Aphrodisiac, 🍇ist, Gr00mer, Noble, Kidnapper, Stalker

°·⊱ MUDS: Baby Fever Syndrome

°·⊱ Paras: 🍬, 🌹, 🪢, 👀, 🩸

°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2

Throwback to the good old days of vocaloid /silly I still remember learning about this song for the first time, wild times /neu - Pest Swarm

[ozzzzzie]

[octosimpin]

"In the Crosshairs of Corruption" Golden Kamuy - UsaO - Explicit - Demon AU

Summary: As a professional hunter of the supernatural, Ogata Hyakunosuke is constantly at war with infernal foes. Some are out for blood while others simply lurk at the edge of his senses, testing the limits of his mental fortitude. With his unmatched sharpshooting skills and insufferable ego, he deflects their ruthless advances without breaking a sweat. That is, until one fateful night, when he’s met by a powerful demon which is equally obnoxious as it is intriguing. It crawls into his bed, pries its way into his life, and undermines everything he's ever known until he's fighting against the throes of his own immorality.

Read here! PLEASE be mindful of the tags!!! -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/44466298/chapters/111844654

[suaracatacat]

Heeey long time no post and S U R P R I S E it’s Golden Kamuy again sjdhajdh listen to me, I fell in love. That’s all.

[vinegar-doppio-official]

You know it’s interesting that that soldier in Edogai’s house called Ogata a “two-timing bastard” considering ‘two-timing’ is most widely used to describe someone that has cheated on a lover/spouse rather than someone that is generally just a ‘traitor’.

[hotvampireadjacent]

[quirkisms]

OFF YOUR CHEST - M. TOGATA (i)

pairing: mirio togata x fem!reader

summary: Mirio tears himself apart, and you're there to heal the pieces.

word count: 2k

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, strangers(ish) to lovers, AU where UA is college, not highschool (i dont want 2 write about minors), mirio is quirkless and is Dealing With It, slow burn, trauma and anxiety coping 

ao3

He splits another knuckle open.

It’s no different than any other exercise or training, but he’s different. He’s stronger now, and smarter but he’s still less. He punches the wall again, willing it to go through. For a second, he thinks he can feel the soft tendrils of the void past the surface beckoning him, urging him forth. It’s asking him where he’s been, that it missed him and that he’s back. For that second, it’s real. His hand is sinking through and he’s back.

But the rough texture of the wall sinks into the cuts he’s ripped into his skin and he’s pulling back, sucking in air through his teeth and withholding curses.

He cradles his right hand with his left, blood trailing down the grooves of the taught tendons on both battered hands.

Mirio’s chest is heaving, his breaths varying from deep to shallow, his heart rate erratic. The buzz in his pocket disrupts his stare at the red stains his punches had left.

TAMAKI

where r u

It hurts to curl his hand around the device, but he does anyway. He wipes the other hand on his pants before responding.

Training! What’s up?

TAMAKI

patrolling tn. just wanted to lyk

Okay - Stay safe! 😀

Mirio pockets his phone. He wants to manually rub the grime out of the cuts or even just leave them the way they are. The sting is a juxtaposition from how his life was before. No longer can he float in the nothingness, phase through infinity until he needs to come up for air.

He feels everything now.

He makes his way towards UA’s medical clinic. It’s late, past dinner at least, which means it’ll be empty save for one person. Recovery Girl doesn’t work the hours like she used to, not since you came in. The clinic after hours feels safe, secretive and his. You’re always there late, as far as Mirio knows. Since the first time he injured himself by pushing himself past his newfound limits (which were significantly less than what they used to be) you’d always been there when he’d sneak in.

Tonight, you were hunched over textbooks, highlighter dangling out of your mouth. If he could’ve, he would’ve lingered in the doorway to watch you. Instead, the few droplets of blood spilling from his hands alerted you of his presence. You peek over your shoulder at him before capping the marker and nodding for him to sit on one of the empty exam beds. It was routine.

“You outdid yourself this time,” You said as you cleaned the open wounds. He’d beaten the flesh raw, almost exposing bone and you wanted to scold him but you knew it was useless. He’d just brush you off with a shrug, a smile and tell you it’s not that big of a deal. Pain is part of getting stronger.

Mirio doesn’t respond. Instead, he chooses to let his eyes flick around the room. Recovery Girl’s absence is notable - no more jar of candy, and you’ve taken over her desk and littered it with your own knicknacks. Your textbooks, an All Might water bottle, a Kamui Woods pez dispenser. It’s cute, he thinks.

“Did you have a punching match with one of those hardening quirks?” You’re frowning as you pop a piece of jerky in your mouth. “Maybe Cementoss?”

“Cementoss,” he confirms, only because that would be the only way he’d have so much...particulate within the splits. Cementoss was made of rock, and Mirio would rather die than admit to you he was relentlessly punching a wall.

You snort, shaking your head as you chew. You both know he’s full of it, but you drop it. You always do.

A soft, blue glow escapes from underneath your hand. His hand feels fuzzy, like it's fallen asleep before it dissipates and you remove your hand, motioning for him to lift his other so you can begin the same process.

As you clean the other hand, Mirio watches you work. You ignore the weight of his gaze the best you can, focusing on repairing the skin and not how strong and smooth his fingers are. His hand is heavy in yours, and the glow of your quirk flickers as you lose focus imaging what his grip would feel like on you.

“Done,” you said, flicking your used gloves into the wastebasket by your feet. Mirio flexes his fingers. Healed. “Y’know, after all these visits,” You raise an eyebrow, “I think you owe me.”

Mirio looks up from his hands to tilt his head at you.

“Tell me how you really get these injuries,” you grab one of his hands loosely and run your thumb over the freshly regenerated skin.

He wasn’t expecting that.

Mirio gapes at you like a fish out of water, like you’re Thirteen and you’ve sucked all of the air out of the room. He pulls himself from your grip to rest his hands in his lap. He’s uncomfortable, uneasy now. He’s liked this place, liked you because questions weren’t asked that he had to give real answers to. It’s not betrayal that Mirio feels, it’s more like loss. It’s the loss that comes with the realization that you can’t outrun everything you want forever. With all the training, all the work Mirio had put in, he thought he could.

“They’re self-inflicted. The bruising, the wound placements. It’s like you’re training yourself to death.”

“It’s not like that - I’m fine, I promise!” Mirio throws his hands up in a defensive motion. He’s summoning the sunlight, the optimism and charm that swooned UA and motivated him to keep working, keep training, to save a million people. He can feel it churning in his chest, but it’s been pressed so deep he’s grasping at the edges and they don’t want to meet his fingertips.

Mirio knew you never believed his excuses - you knew he knew that and you’d been pulled thin between wanting to show concern and ask what was up and respecting his privacy. But at the previous state of his knuckles, you couldn’t drag your feet any longer.

You watch him, face soft and stoic. You’re not coddling, but you’re not cold either. He realizes that you’re just simply waiting.

“I just train too hard,” he gives in, just a little. You raise your eyebrows a fraction and he continues. “I have a lot to make up for, so I tend to overdo it!” He laughs it off - the injuries are a joke, truly. They’re funny to him.

“You get more banged up than Midoriya,” you look at him over the clear frame of the glasses you seem to only wear at the clinic. “How does your training get you more banged up than the other heroes?”

“I’m not a hero,” he’s quick to say, and it stings more than it should. He was, should’ve been, should be.

Your face is soft again, and it’s an art you’ve mastered over time. You’re good at composing your features to appear passive and static. In your many hero encounters, pity is the quickest way to lose trust. So you watch Mirio, with his soft smile and now long hair tied back at the nape of his neck. He’s analyzing you just as you are him, and you keep your eyes from flicking to his knuckles when you respond with, “Okay.”

His stomach is churning, still sour with his words but he rubs his hands on his thighs. Why are they so sweaty?

In his distracted state, Mirio doesn’t notice you scribbling down something on a notecard shaped like an anatomical heart. You hand it to him, knocking him out of his trance.

Seven digits, followed by the letters 3G, and four more digits.

“What’s this?” he asks. Obviously the first line is your number, but you lost him with the rest.

“My number,” you aren’t looking at him. Instead you choose to refold the sleeves of your white coat as you continue, “and the passcode to get into my dorm building.”

Mirio does white. The passcode? Why would he need that?”

“I can’t be staying here late every night in case you show up.” You hated trudging back to your dorm on the nights he didn’t show, both eyelids and textbooks weighing you down. “Just stop by my dorm if it’s late like this.”

Mirio opens his mouth but you cut him off.

“Floor 5F, my name is on the door.”

He closes his mouth and smiles, nodding and bowing in thanks. He doesn’t trust his voice, not right now. You’re packing up your textbooks as he exits the clinic.

It doesn’t hit him until he gets back to the 3A dorms that he doesn’t know your name.

He beats himself up about it the whole night. He wishes he could go into Tamaki’s room to distract himself, to ask him about the person who’s basically taken over Recovery Girl’s mantle. Tamaki frequented the clinic as well - used it as an excuse to get out of the heroics lessons and sleep. He’d definitely know your name, unlike his golden counterpart who visited her frequently and never thought to ask.

Mirio tried to comfort himself by thinking that maybe you didn’t know his name either. You’d never asked. But then again, Mirio is (was?) part of UA’s Big Three. The aftermath of the Shie Hassaikai was all anyone talked about for weeks. You’d definitely have to know who he was. Mirio Togata, the kid who lost his quirk. Le Million, the hero who gave and lost everything. You went to UA yourself - there was no way.

He didn’t want to be that sob story to you. But he was constantly coming to you with injuries - split knuckles, a dislocated shoulder, a torn achilles. Maybe he wasn’t exactly that sob story, but he knew you pitied him regardless. Maybe that’s why you always stayed so late - you felt bad for him.

The thoughts makes Mirio uncomfortable.

And so much so that to make himself feel better, he adds your number to his phone. Typing in the numbers, he thinks about how he likes that your handwriting was shitty. Another little thing you let him see, let him learn about you. In lieu of a name, he makes your contact name the stethoscope emoji. He laughs to himself when he saves the contact and types out a message:

How late is too late?

He hesitates, but hits send. It delivers, and after fifteen minutes, Mirio is worried he confused one of your twos for a seven or vice versa. Or, maybe he should’ve introduced himself instead of just sending you a basic question that revealed his identity in no way whatsoever. In the eighteenth minute, you buzz back a response.

🩺

Why?

Might break a bone tomorrow.

It only takes eleven minutes for you to respond this time, and Mirio hates that he’s counting.

🩺

I’ll be sure to eat breakfast then.

No later than midnight, tho.

Okay!

Seven minutes this time. He wasn’t expecting a response.

🩺

You don’t need an injury to stop by, you know.

Mirio grins. A real one.

If you insist. Still might have a scratch or two, though. 😀

Two minutes. Mirio is oblivious to the fact that you are cringing hard at his emoji usage.

🩺

don’t be taking advantage of my quirk :(

You’re right… promise you will be compensated for your time. 👍

It’s immediate.

If it’s not edible, I don’t want it.

Mirio decides he might take it a little easy when he trains tomorrow.

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

And so we start the first chapter of volume four! As well as start heading into the second event. 

[Chapter 27 - Earth-Shatteringly Fateful Negotiations]

As the first year teachers watch on from the stands, Midnight continues her speech: There’s more suffering ahead for those at the top. As you must have heard countless times since enrolling at UA, this is Plus Ultra! After taking first place in the qualifiers, Midoriya Izuku has got ten million points!

The other students stare at Izuku intensely. How Izuku perceives it?

Oof, not a pleasant reminder to have. 

Izuku’s heart is pounding as he tells himself that the eyes on him now are different from before. It was just dumb luck that he temporarily grabbed first place, but even so, there’s a lot of pressure. Up in the stands Toshinori notices that Izuku has caught on quickly to the expectations now on his shoulders.

Midnight continues on to explain the event in greater detail - the match lasts fifteen minutes. Team points are determined by its members, with the rider wearing a headband displaying the total number of points of the team. Until the match ends, the teams will compete to grab each other’s points and maintain the ones they have. Any headbands a team grabs must be worn around the neck or higher - but the more headbands they have, the harder they’ll be to manage. Most importantly, even if a headband is taken, and even if the horse formation is broken, it’s not over until it’s over!

We briefly see Monoma glance to Kuroiro and slightly nod his head as this explanation goes on, as well as the determined expressions of other members of class 1B. 

Momo and Sato consider the implications of this - with 42 contestants, there will be ten to twelve teams on the field for the whole thing. Aoyama, still not in great shape from the last event, calls it tiresome. Mina and Tsuyu also talk about it a bit - Mina notes that there’s no need to panic if your points are temporarily taken. Tsuyu points out that you can’t really tell if you aren’t paying attention to the minute-by-minute point breakdown.

Midnight concludes her explanation with the final rules of the match - quirks are allowed, making the battle far more brutal. However, this is still a cavalry battle - maliciously attacking another team with the intent of making them fall will get a team red-carded, which means they’re out of the game. The students have fifteen minutes to make their teams. 

With that, the students are chatting amongst themselves. Izuku starts thinking about his options, noting correctly that his team members’ points don’t really matter. Who he’d really like to have on his team? Well, that remains to be seen.

Also, a friendly little check in on my favorite pair of bots:

Bit characters, and yet I love them so much. 

We shift over to the staff-only break room, where Mt. Lady, Kamui Woods, and Death Arms are all on break from their patrol. Death Arms takes a drag of his cigarette as he mulls over how the UA Sports Festival is all about preparing the kids to be heroes, as a simulation of the dog-eat-dog society of heroes they’ll soon be a part of. Which sort of does track right back into my previous comment on the sports festival being deliberately designed in order to let the hero kids shine and shoving the other courses aside, which, like, uh, yikes?

Kamui Woods agrees, noting that if your agency can’t cut it, you can’t even put food on the table. The match qualifier is just like how sometimes they have to drag others down in order to make sure they have a piece of the action. Mt. Lady calls it pretty awful, holding up a hand to her nose as she asks Death Arms to stop smoking. Kamui Woods calls her one to talk, considering her debut back in chapter one. Kamui Woods then continues on with how there are plenty of cases where they need to cooperate with business rivals, like with the sludge villain incident. 

Mt. Lady tacks on to what he means - the point of the cavalry battle is that victory for yourself means victory for the team. But that takes compatibility and understanding of each other’s quirks, so it’s all give-and-take. Kind of like coordinating with sidekicks. Kamui Woods adds on that it’s also like meeting up with other agencies for quirk training. All the skills that pros need, the kids need to start learning about them now. He concludes it with a muttered ‘what a world’ as we fade back to the students in the stadium.

...honestly, UA really kind of sucks, when you get down to it. Hero society in general, too, like. You would think a career path that’s focused on stopping criminal activity and also helping people in danger would be more focused on, you know, stopping criminals and helping people instead of competing with one another. Hori really did do well in setting something up that looks nice and wonderful and flashy on paper, but as you peel back layers, you start to realize just how fucked up and rotten to the core it is. 

I hate to say it, but Shigaraki might have a point. I mean, he’s gonna commit mass murder and wants to literally destroy all of society, so I am in no way siding with him, but that doesn’t mean what he’s saying about it is wrong. Something you note with a lot of the villains in the series, honestly… it’s almost like Hori is making pointed commentary with them or something! [think emoji]

Anyways, back with the kids, we see a number of students surrounding Katsuki, trying to get him to take them on his team. The ones on-screen are Sato, Hagakure, Sero, Mina, Aoyama, and Shouji, but we can assume there might be others too? Katsuki seems a bit overwhelmed by this - until he opens his mouth and states he doesn’t even know what their quirks are. The others are more than a bit offended at this, with Sato saying to forget class B - Katsuki’s too self-absorbed to even notice his own classmates. 

Up in the stands, Toshinori notes that even with Katsuki’s personality, he took third, which is a neat two hundred points. Not surprising he’s popular, given how all-purpose his quirk is. 

Down with the students again, Kirishima makes his way over noting that Shouto’s already wrangled up a team for himself, so Katsuki would team up with him. Which I guess implies that Kirishima tried to get onto Shouto’s team first? Huh. 

Katsuki acknowledges him by calling him weird-hair; Kirishima tells him his actual name and to remember it, also pointing out that his hair’s not much spikier than Katsuki’s. He then goes on to explain how he knows Katsuki wants to be a rider, so his front horse needs to be someone who can take those explosions. Who might that be? Katsuki makes a blithe comment about someone not afraid to die. Kirishima ignores that and says it’s him with his hardening. This horse won’t break - and Katsuki wasn’t to take Izuku down, right?

Yeah, that’s not a concerning expression whatsoever. 

As Shouji walks away, Mineta calls to get his attention. Mineta’s not in a great state since he got rejected by the girls, so he really wants Shouji to be on his team. Mineta is, unsurprisingly, too small to be part of the horse, and no one will agree to be the horse to his rider. But with Shouji’s size and the tentacles, he’ll be able to hide Mineta’s entire body. SHouji is surprised by this plan, but agrees to go with it.

And with that, we’re halfway through the chapter, which makes for a good breaking point. Next time, we see Izuku getting his team together. See y’all then!

[machinistic]

@draakin | x

     Understanding. That’s how her tone sounded, how her words touched him. But he’s not quite sure if he’ll ever be able to move on from what he’s seen. His hatred might be gone, any malice he held but it doesn’t stop the hurt that makes his chest ache when he thinks back. Bright red against stark white. Even if that face were peaceful in his rest, it haunted Eve all the same. Just like the memories of his own death.

     “It’s always the same,” The machine mumbles under his breath, red eyes looking at Kamui before he shifts his gaze to the ground. Gloved fingers curl into his palms as teeth bite into his lip, “They don’t go away; the memories haunt me and I can never...forget. Perhaps now, I’ve forgiven but forgetting? It’s...impossible.”

     “Do you know, Lady? Do you know the pain of seeing someone you care deeply for dead, and yourself having no power to have changed the outcome? No matter what, it’s always the same?” His brow furrows, eyes closing as his fingers clench tighter. Should the gloves not have been there, his nails would be digging into flesh, scarring the skin of his hands.

     “I wanted...nothing more than to keep him safe. To make him happy. But it seems like no matter how many times I tried...I failed. And failed. And I can never forget how much it hurt to see so much red contrasted on white.”

[loveotomization]

EvilMuffin’s Fic Rec Post

Dangan Ronpa

Step Inside by @zenonaa (Togami/Fukawa/Kirigiri, NSFW)

tbh, although I love polyships, I never would have considered this particular OT3 without Livi’s superb writing bringing it to life. The three way (pun intended) balance between the relationship development, the (very hot) smut, and the murder mystery is extremely well-crafted.

Just for the Night by @zenonaa (Komaeda/Tsumiki)

Short, but sweet. Honestly my fav Komamiki fic. It’s incredibly in character.

Elusive by @zenonaa (Togami/Fukawa, merman/witch AU)

One way in which AUs can really shine- yet often fall short- is in the world building. This is how an AU should be, in my eyes. (I still need to read the last few chapters! aaa)

In or Out by Midnight_run (Saihara/Ouma)

Honestly my fav Saiouma one-shot of all time. Ouma is a so delightfully cat-like here. The writing style is just *a-okay hand emoji*. This is everything I could want from a Saiouma fic.

The Living Dead Fill Every Room by Inkyrius (gen, Sonia pov)

I stumbled across this gem as a part of the drabble exchange I participated in a few months ago. A series of 10 drabbles making up a complete story about Sonia seeing the ghosts of her deceased classmates on the island.

Fire Emblem

 The Dreamers  by  Cowboy_Sneep_Dip     (Soliel/Nina/Ophelia NSFW)

I had to do a double-take when I first saw this fic in the Ao3 listing. It sounded like the OT3 fic of my dreams? And then it was!  A fun adventure interspersed with some cute smut!      

 Parasite    by   going_down_to_the_riptide    (Henry/Ricken zombie apocalypse AU)      This is the fic that initially sold me on Henricken, a ship I had been lukewarm over until then. While I love zombie AUs in theory, I’m very picky with them. This one however, hits all the right buttons for me. I also recommend the same author’s Pokemon B&W Elesa/Skyla multi-chapter!

 Ideals of the Young and Faithful  by   MistressAkira   (Leon/Kamui, rated M but I don’t recall anything nsfw yet)         

If I had to link one fic to explain my style goals, this would be the one. The author’s writing style just... hot dang.

Persona 5

The Undone and The Divine by @soniagiris (Akekita)

I live for darker Akekita fics and this is one of the best! Set in an AU where Akechi had managed to murder Akira. Joker may be dead, but I am living!!

The Cherry of My Canvas    by @kleptoromania (Akekita)

My other fav Akekita fic! If I remember right, it's takes place in a AU where Yusuke has joined up with Akechi. Definitely inspiration for my own Akekita fics.

voice soft and conspiratorial by fuwaesthetic  (Akeshu, nsfw)

Look...sometimes, you don't need a better reason to rec a fic other than 'it was really hot'. I also really enjoyed the same author's Kekkai Sensen Black/Leo fic!

Yowamushi Pedal

Only by 111 (Insert)  (Komari/Yamaguchi, Komari/Midousuji)

Another one that's just huge style goals. I remember desperately wanting to scream with someone about this after reading it... It's a rarepair, in a small-ish fandom, so it makes me kind of sad that not a lot of people have had a chance to check it out!

[shamblz]

I got tagged by @femtastico :0

Colour(s) I’m currently wearing: grey and white and a little bit of orange

Last band I saw live: fall out boiiiiiiiiiii (i now have like 3 fob tshirts rip)

Last song(s) I listened to: Its gonna be (alright) by ween

Lipstick or chapstick?: a gremlin who uses neither

Last movie I watched: uuuuuuuh i know i’ve watched something since lotr return of the king but i cant remember what

Last three tv shows I’ve watched: when was the last time i even watched tv omg if anime counts then golden kamuy, jojo and overlord

Last three characters I identified with: frodo cuz i too, am completely reliant on my friends to get anything done

Book(s) I’m currently reading: ive been halfway through I Claudius, Claudius the God for like 2 years now

I’m tagging @mimi-keehl-jeevas and @nootythenoot cuz I see u both being active *eyes emoji x 17*

[vallablooded]

northfaire said: // eye emojis ….. (I've dug deeper in the bottomless canyon that is Fire Emblem, and why not go deeper with more blogs? =u=/ Honestly, it was a muse I had in mind, besides my own Kamui.~ But I shall reveal my Aqua blog's URL when things are organized on her theme and pages! ^^)

[crunchyroll--and--chill]

Tsundere Twintails x Shiki x D-Real [愛] - Just Bought a Dragon Maid Straight Cash Remix by Moe Cafe ☕ The Cafe comes with another serving of groove by our stellar @tsunderetwintails. This is a Remix of @thetmns & @4theconcept's "Just Bought a Dragon Maid Straight Cash". Soon we'll be revealing our Moe Cafe mascot and also we shall be starting a short comic about the Cafe Stories going on around here. Much love to all enjoy the groove. (Sidenote: Fan vids are encouraged for this song. Just make sure to link it back to this song and show them to us.) Original song: http://ift.tt/2sxQ2vZ Art: http://m0e.me/nzw Spotify: http://ift.tt/2y5nfPZ Itunes: http://ift.tt/2yyVsua Lyrics: Verse 1: (Shiki) Got a dragon maid like I'm Kobayashi Got a few fans out in Nagasaki Imoutos wanna ride like a kawasaki Got em acting crazy ain't even started drinking sake Niggas say I'm cocky how could I not be Making Dinero, Yen and USD Shawty drawing ero call her Sagiri, All charged up Kanna Kamui, aye Niggas think I'm playing but I'm always spittin cajun in oppai I be laying ask Lucoa I be slaying Elma outside got the keys to my ride, every time I break her off make the room a slip and slide Always be myself I don't need a disguise I'm the king in this bitch see the blades in my eyes Sharingan call me onii-san or kami cuz I'm the only one Shawty look moe and shocking like Kanna Bring her to my casa to meet my Nakama Persona I own her she my nekomata Kill em like Fafnir if they bring that drama You know I'm bout them imoutos and guala When kouhais come meet me they say it's an honor My senpai swag can convert Saikawa hit Shibuya fuck up some commas bitch Hook: (Shiki) Getting laid getting paid chilling with a Dragon Maid Step up yall can this fade, Tohru Kanna they my slaves x2 Verse 2: (D-real) Maids are stupid in love with me screaming out baka Lucoa or door well both got the knockers apartment is 2b not Nier Automata but covered in cooties of 2d persona's stroking her palace i see your arcana the cat make me sleepy oh shut up Morgana Text Kawakami my brooms hella cozy she'll sweep me up and send apron emojis hey see those weebs invite your bridal to my Eiffel bet she get nose bleeds the head of Elma ain't the only thing i see horny take your waifu for tonight she screaming kimochi sorry for ntr tagging but my stomach hungers for action Tohru serving her tail guess i'll get to snacking we fuck in our cave call it dungeons and dragons getting laid getting paid chilling with my dragon maid Kobayashi that's my hottie touch my Kanna I will slay This dragon is black either Hiei or Fafnir Flame all these jerk offs boy you can not fap here Shiki got kohai's who oppai's need splashing bukkake the party and get double dragon (nasty) Hook: (Shiki) Getting laid getting paid chilling with a Dragon Maid Step up yall can this fade, Tohru Kanna they my slaves x2