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Favorite character (that isn‘t Craig or Tweek), Go!
KYLE
If its not craig then its kyle 💔
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Favorite character (that isn‘t Craig or Tweek), Go!
KYLE
If its not craig then its kyle 💔
Does Yova has any family members? We want to know her more uwu
This turned to a yap session, pls bear with me lol Bio fam
Mom was an old-money merchant's daughter, from the 3rd wife. Yova don't know her much, cause her mom abandoned her.
Bio dad? Unknown.
Foster fam
The Uncle. Most people called him Ah Meng or Aming, the guy adopted her. A lil bit drama he was her bio mom's fiance > family from mother's side dissaprove their engagement > planned to elope > fail > stuff happened, Yova was born (NO SHE'S NOT HIS KID) > few years Yova got abandoned > Took her in out of pity. Died at some point when Yova was a teen.
1st Aunt (deceased) Ah Meng's older sister
2nd Aunt. Ah Meng's (Uncle) youngest sister. Not married, kinda a bitch physically abused her several times with the excuse "I'm discipling this kid!". Hit Yova's calf with rattan cane quite often, it left some faded scars.
Older sister & brother 1st Aunt's children, the brother died young due to pox plague. Dynamic, 1/2 get along well, 1/2 fighting. Older sister is okay, lived long enough to get married + gave birth to a daughter.
Niece Older sister's daughter, kinda spoiled. Demands to be pampered, and throws tantrum if Yova dont buy her snacks.
At some point, people from her hometown are forced to leave. So all of them had to go by ship across the sea despite the risks in this shitty world they live in. A big storm hit, Yova fell off the ship. She almost died but nah, got stranded on a random place. Ever since then the real exile begins.
Hi, I love your art style ❤️
Romantic RadioRose is like cocaine to me!
AWWW THANKS! as long as there’s one romantic radiorose shipper to enjoy my little creations, then i will keep going. radiorose brain rot. i was gonna make a drawing to post with this but i just got excited and didn’t wait😅 there’s gonna be polls here btw, this is gonna be a lengthy post (sorry) (i love getting asks!)
i know i take forever to do things but im a full time student with a job and i take care of horses, which let me just say is quite the endeavor. wouldn’t trade it for the world though! i also started running an account for my local punk community, so i have that to deal with too.
CANNIBAL STARS CHAPTER 1 WILL BE OUT TOMORROW. it’s not very long, but im almost done with chapter 2. i’ll try to update as often as i can! I now have a cute idea to draw radiorose and i really wanna do it, but i feel like people like digital better and i just super suck at drawing with my finger, idk what it is but it always turns out worse. so…
do we care if i do these ideas digitally or traditionally?
yes, must be digital!
no, do traditional!
do whatever gets it out quicker! (traditional)(can’t do digital til january)
whatever is easiest and makes you happy
i also wanna draw more of my radiorose fankid, maella. i’ll make a post here with another poll abt that too since idk what will do well
hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?
Narul hides many things about himself; his sexuality, his fears about immortality (and the mortality of those around him), etc. Chiefly however Narul hides how uncomfortable he is around most people. It's never something that he would say out loud, as his less than conventional appearance already makes it hard for him to fit in or even be around people without being gawked at. When he gets the chance he tends to stay away from other people, except for a select few of them, primarily Suru and Ninma. The reason why he feels this way is not necessarily because he doesn't like people, but because of his own deep-seated fear that he might hurt them. His unnatural size and strength mean that it is all too easy to hurt the delicate humans around him. Of course this isn't helped by the deep-seated sense of self-resentment and fear that was woven into his mind by years of mistreatment and emotional manipulation by his king and former master, Hutbari. Additionally though, Narul is slow and quiet, he likes simple things and quiet places, people are very often neither quiet nor simple. If people want to ask more of these sorts of questions here is this link!
For the ship & kiss number, I’d love Fab/Pecco and a kiss out of pride 🥹
Pecco can hardly wait for the ubiquitous countless cameras to leave them alone, giving them at least a second of respite between trying to make a high-budget expensive life-action show out of them. Marco pats him on the shoulder with a malicious smile and leaves, finally playing with his eyebrows.
"Fuck fast, kids, even the winner can't distract the journalists forever," Marco waves and laughs, hiding around the corner, followed by cheerful curses from Fabio and Pecco in Italian.
Pecco waits until all the sounds die down in those narrow corridors where they hide from prying eyes, Fabio is glad of this familiar sight: Francesco's eyes are shining, he's drunk with two sips of prosecco, as can be drunk only a person in whose veins is still singing adrenaline, his curls are tousled and wet from under his helmet, a mess on his head and in his thoughts. He doesn't look as excited as he did after the race, but that's not surprising. For him, the second place is the necessary stability, for Fabio, the third is a tortured gift of fate. He would never have thought a few years ago that he would find himself in such a situation when signing a contract with Yamaha.
Pecco embraces Fabio's face with his palms and immediately kisses him fiercely, his tongue presses on Fabio's lips, demanding, trying, convincing. Fabio is lost before his pressure for only a fraction of a second before he has time to understand what Pecco wants from him and what he wants himself. Fabio opens his lips, allowing Pecco to kiss him deeply, practically devouring his mouth, before suddenly slowing down to an unbearably languid rhythm filled with exciting sexual energy. Fabio follows him, obeys him, bites his wet red lips with his teeth and, teasingly, pulls into his mouth; he knows that there is a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones., there is a place to fight for power and there is a place for concessions. This kiss is one of his awards today, one of his well-deserved prizes, Fabio is sure that he will demand a few more later, and maybe even convince Pecco that their first podium together for fuck knows how long, even if he… is worth sacrificing their usual rule of "don't fucking in the middle of the weekend."
"I'm so proud of you," Pecco says breathlessly in Italian, Fabio smiles at him, grateful for the day he decided to learn a foreign language. MotoGP speaks Italian, Valentino showed with all his being, ignoring the silent protests of the Spanish champions, and Fabio never argued with his idol.
"Yes, I'm finally lucky," Fabio snorts, meaning only a joke, but Pecco, with all the seriousness he is capable of, insultingly pokes his finger into his naked chest.
"You did it on this Yamaha," Pecco's accent makes the change in his intonation only stronger and clearer. "You deserve this podium." He frowns, as he always does when he can't figure out how to get through to Fabio and make him drop his self-deprecating thoughts, but Fabio just grins reassuringly at him and kisses him again. He still wants his prize.
"Make yourself decent, you've been lost," Marco shouts somewhere in the distance of the corridors, and Pecco laughs, burying his forehead in Fabio's shoulder, interrupting the echo of his voice.
16 and 33 for the nosy game if i may 😉
Ooooooh 😁 hi hi anon!
16. I'll love you if... you set boundaries and respect mine (and if you bring me expensive cheese)
33. What words make me feel best about myself?
Sometimes when I first wake up I love the way my body feels, that sleepy level of relaxation where you love everything and everyone and have nowhere to be. I become the thing I love the most, squishy and soft and peaceful. Those words make me feel the best about myself.
And sometimes I'll be striding down the hallway at work, on a mission to get shit done, and I'll see people see me and move to the side so I can get past, and I feel powerful. That word makes me feel the best about myself too.
do you consider yourself a size queen?
Had to double check what that meant… and no? But I also haven’t had that much variety when it comes to size.
I will say….. My most recent favorite form of masturbation includes teasing my clit for a while before taking one of my girth-ier toys and trying/to force it inside my pussy. And fuckkkk if that doesn’t send me over the edge every time. So, does girth count?