I need your top 5 Rei songlings, top 5 Rei covers, 5 unpopular Rei songlings you wish got more attention and also please listen to my favorite Rei songling "The Seventh Dam" by "num335" and give me your thoughts on it please please please
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ok ok top 5 rei songs no particular order btw ….
heat abnormal ofc is really up there in my favs its popular for a reason.
i found this song yesterday actually, and i really love it . Its photosynthesis by hoshinoha , https://youtu.be/YX6NBEA3gRA?is=VXS2joJG1r8vc7eH
Infinite zero by asyu !!!! Peak peak peak i love the tuning in it and it sounds so peaceful
adachi rei by bytheway sato is really good, but that ones pretty popular ( also for a good reason !! )
the mechanical girl and the thirty-something office lady by ro2noki !!!! I like the instrumentals a lot .
im not sure if by rei covers you mean songs covered by rei or songs that rei originally sang that were covered so ill just give some of both ….
This rei cover of cat loving !! Sososo good methinks https://youtu.be/HCoQLA2nu-k?is=uN7F-JTLzKfe34yG
aaaugh ….. this rei cover of meltdown https://youtu.be/Rb2Wx9u4hYA?is=FPtOLuKrUEqiW5Az 🤤🤤🤤🤤 her tuning is phenomenal oh my lord
Bake no hana rei ….. https://youtu.be/0r83-rhKny0?is=qsSOQVoyyc-pZTos
kyu kurarin is one of my fav vocaloid songs , and i really like this rei cover https://youtu.be/wF-Y7Lioumk?is=UJTDIA-eHJUnV0zn
alr so this is a cover of a song originally sung by rei that i just think is so good MEATTOKKI HEAT ABNORMAL COVER . its majestic i think . Also my username and all my tags are lyrics from it . https://youtu.be/Zs0Bzi0EVUg?is=MR9yN8-W9NGcRsLP
ok . Rei songs i think need more attention . All of them ever / silly . Ok but specifically, photosynthesis by hoshinoha , and infinite zero by asyu are both CRIMINALLY underrated oh my lord .
also fuor_machinae by hypnopossum .
ok live typing while listening to seventh dam . I like the beginning a lot , silly little beat !! ooh ok its a duet okok they look so silly in the illustrations ooh little harmonies too i like this they sound so whimsical !!!! Definitely going on my playlist . I declare this peak . It was kinda hard for me to find so im gonna plop the link here https://youtu.be/9k1aq6oRKnk?si=KTSb0f2j0ND__48H
*Taps mic before leaning in close* Neora and Aroen should fuck nasty with the slayer form like their parents. *pauses as murmurs spread through the crowd* and a good dicking between the slayers would be appreciated. That’ll be all. Thank you for your time and consideration.
- Detective
YEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA SO SO TRUE DETECTIVE ANON!!!!!!!!!!
The second one will definitely happen, likely drawn by @oathbreakerapologist because I think everyone here agrees that is a sight to be seen
HOWEVER
lets bang out some tunes
In the light of the moon a week shy from full, his skin and hair appear luminous in every dappled beam. Aroen jogs through the trees surrounding the main house of the compound, shooting the occasional glance over his shoulder. He can see very little, his vision not the strongest regardless of the amount of light involved, but the glances are hardly for him.
A low bestial growl echoes from behind him, though from behind which tree is anyone's guess. She's getting closer. Even with ten minutes head start, she's barely run Aroen enough for him to work up a sweat.
Just enough for the scent of him to waft on the air to her sensitive nose. Neora sniffs at the air, the furred skin on her snout wrinkling with excitement at the scent of her impending quarry. He's maybe twenty feet off, the scent of his sweat heavily suffused with lust. Good.
Neora crouches low, her lupine slayer legs perfectly built for her to stalk him. Unlike wolves, her legs maintain their length, bringing her height north of seven feet. Claws replace her usually blunt fingernails, her fingers dusted with silvery fur that trails up her forearm just past the elbow. Where her father had taken on aspects of insect biology, she instead was all canine. An apex predator, just of a different kind.
The chuckle she lets out rumbles at a different pitch from her usual growls, twisted as it is by her shapeshifted vocal cords. She watches as Aroen twists, looking for the source of the noise. With a near silent footfall she darts forward, her prize in sight.
Aroen has no time to get started running by the time he hears the twig snap just to his left. With the moment he has, he braces for her impact.
She comes flying out of the trees with a canine leap, claws extended, lips drawn back in a sharp-toothed snarl. As she collides with her twin, he all but collapses beneath her, taking the two of them gracefully to the ground.
They land with him spread on his back, Aroen's legs framing his sister's, her hands framing his slight shoulders. She lets out a growl as he brushes one hand up her side, his fingers carding through the thin coating of silver-and-peach fur covering her midsection. With how she's held herself above her, he can see her cock poking out of the dense patch of fur around her groin, swollen already with need.
Aroen giggles as Neora lets out another growl as his hand changes direction, his nails grazing over the thin fur on her chest and abdomen. "Do you want something, puppy?" He asks, just avoiding her groin to slide his nails back to her hip. She lets out a huff in response as she leans in to lick the curve of his jaw. As she does, her cock jumps, a bead of precome leaking from the tip.
"Very well, then," he says primly as his hand leaves her hip to stray to the crotch of his panties. With practiced ease, he pulls the fabric to one side, baring his want-slick cunt for her. "Come, sweet pup," he murmurs, pressing his lips against her neck as he speaks, "breed my pretty cunt."
That's more invitation than Neora's ever needed and she sinks in to him with a quick aggressive thrust. She near shivers from the heat of his cunt wrapping around her sensitive prick, her hips bucking forward in a second quick thrust out of sheer feral need.
"Good puppy, that's my girl," Aroen sighs as Neora finds her rhythm, punishing though it is. The points of her teeth scrape over his shoulder, catching just barely at the shallow divot of scar carved into his skin. Between the teeth, the growls, and the desperate, feral pace, she's all animal right now, rutting into her mate. Her quarry.
Every thrust sends her closer to the edge, the telltale tug of her thickening knot a clear sign that she's near busting. The tightness is increased on purpose, Aroen squeezing his cunt to grasp every inch of her desperately, his own orgasm coming with ever-increasing speed.
Neora's growls turn to grunts interspersed with low keening as she loses her grip on the consistent rhythm, hammering into Aroen's cunt with desperate fervor. As she comes, she near howls, throwing her head back to stop herself from sinking her teeth into her precious doll's skin. The last couple of thrusts are sloppy, barely a movement at all as she fills his pussy with her seed, the knot of her cock swollen to stiffness keeping every drop of it inside of Aroen as the last of his orgasm courses through him. With every wave of his orgasm, it's as though he milks the come out of her, ensuring he's as filled with her as possible.
She nuzzles at the hollow behind his ear as the two of them lay in the afterglow of their orgasms, drawing another soft giggle out of Aroen. "You liked that, hm my sweet pup? Filled my cunt all up with you, bred me like your prize bitch didn't you?" He's babbling, pleasure-drunk and tired from the run, simply filling the air between them with thoughtless chatter while the two of them wait.
It would be easy enough for her to shift out of her slayer form, she's long had immense control over her powers of shapeshifting. But why would she ever give up the tight heat of Aroen's cunt, the pretty curve of his neck bared beneath her sharp teeth? There's no rush, they've got the whole night ahead of them.
14 and 15 for the ask game! Gotta balance the good with the bad
- Detective
Hello and thank you for the questions!! (ask game link)
14. Was there anything Orin and your Durge really admired about each other?
Niro admires Orin's artistry, both in the act of murder and otherwise. She has a capacity for taste in that regard that he will never have, but which he can and does appreciate. In the long run, she becomes responsible for much of the aesthetics of cult facilities and rituals in no small part because of this. No one garlands the chandeliers with fresh entrails quite like her.
Orin admires Niro's certainty in all things. As she herself is someone who tends to meticulously plan, calculate, and scheme, Orin finds his "I know what to do and I already started doing it five minutes ago" attitude utterly alien but satisfying to watch. Decisiveness befits a god among men, she thinks, and besides, it's comforting to be around someone so free of doubt in their vision for the world.
Of the traits that differ between them, those are the ones that they admire the most; of course they admire each other's bloodthirst and drive for power as well, but in those traits they are perfectly alike.
15. What did Orin and your Durge dislike the most about each other?
This one has changed over time.
When they were younger (i.e., pre-betrayal), there was a part of Orin that hated Niro for his status: the fact that his mere existence had changed her own life so drastically when she was a child, the way that without him even lifting a finger, seemingly their whole world moved around him. She envied it bitterly, how utterly untouchable he was. When she fought with him, it was almost always motivated at least in part by this.
And Niro, in turn, begrudged her capacity to feel, a capacity rarely shown to anybody other than him, a capacity that, by the standards of a normal girl, had been severely blunted by a deeply traumatic youth, but which still existed and occasionally erupted. What could he do about her sorrow, her grief, her remorse, her guilt, her shame? They were like buzzing flies he couldn't swat away from her. They were a problem he couldn't solve. And he was not accustomed to being incapable.
Time has filed away a lot of the edges of their discontents. These days, their irritations with each other are just that—irritations. Mild, albeit chronic.
Orin, by all means a normal person when it comes to energy level and need for sleep, would love it if he could sit down and relax for more than 10 minutes straight. Having Neora was a boon in this regard, as at least she could keep up with him enough to tire him out for a while.
Niro is at times insufficiently patient to put up with her relentless perfectionism and attention to detail. Surely it can't matter that much whether the altar candles are crimson or scarlet, can it?
Detective anon here. I watched a DHMIS analysis video not too long ago and I realised how much Duck was disconnected from everything that was happening. It’s the same throughout the tv show, especially, in the episode about jobs and working. It makes me question his purpose of being in the house along with the red guy. Yellow is there as a replacement for Leslie’s deceases son, but why have duck there when he seems to blatantly question the fourth wall. On a different note, I’m a red guy simp too. His voice though <3
I like to think he tries to play along with everything because of his mentality of "Well! Let's give up!" Until he physically can't do it anymore. They all have their moments of awareness but they always get ruined by something :(
I’ve stumbled upon a rather serious case about the endangerment of three people known as Otter, Nix, and Wisp.
Though previously assumed dead, they have been thoroughly checked and confirmed living with only minor injury.
Still, the person behind this is unknown and must be brought to justice. I swear it on my hat and anon glasses, I’ll catch that sick fuck and make them pay!
Love, Detective.
Dear Diary,
A man by the name of Philip, also known as Lester, Syringe, and the epithet of ‘pancakes’ is seemingly the only one capable of having done such a thing.
Though one of the injured, Otter, is prone to putting themselves in danger, authorities were unable to find any weapons on them.
In contrast, Philip had a sling shot, gun, and pocket knife on their character. Though they’ve persistently denied authority claims, they are the only possible suspect.
Love, Detective.
dear diary
it is the middle of the night so i am sorry for any erors in this page. however… I cant help but shake the feeling something is about to go down.
i am weary. but I am so. So tired.
love, detective.
Dear Diary,
Otter was found dead alongside a body who was previously known to me only as ‘Divorce Anon.’ Authorities have found him be a specimen called Wallace.
I will be unfortunately be forced to forfeit going to their funerals. Or rather, funeral. I believe they planned on having a shared one.
Still, my work takes priority and I must treat it as such.
-Detective.
Dearest Diary,
It has come to my attention that Syringe, well… bur is certainly a fella of many traits. It’s easy to tell how they’ve managed to escape justice for so long.
They’re admittedly rather charismatic. More than that, they know me. They see through me….
I hope they like what they see.
XOXO, Detective.
Dearest Diary,
I think there’s something terribly wrong. I swear I can hear my heart beating. It makes me want to-They! They make me want to sing. To dance, to take off this-this hat! And these glasses!
They make me long for a life outside of work and outside of-of everything! Just for..For us.
I read the stuff about the second lover of serp and citrine and I looked up the brightest star which showed the star "Sirius" and Robin does indeed have a character with that name.
~ 🔍 Anon.
Oh!! Oh my god, you're right!!!
When I read that answer, I focused on the 'firework of colors' part, but I was following the wrong hint! Robin's character called Sirius is white, which fits well the "snowy day" part too!
MDBFJHFS Good job Detective Anon!
Oh my god, Robin... IS SIRIUS THE OTHER LOVE??? I need answers!!!
