#gumi bear

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

how do you think megumi would react if his s/o had a nightmare? im curiouss

Okay I’m not feeling very well so this is pretty much off the dome but I feel like megumi would respond fairly calmly in this situation. I think he’s a light sleeper so he’d definitely be up before you with squinted sleepy eyes the minute you started to toss and turn. If you don’t look too bothered and you’re still sleeping somewhat soundly he’s going to let you ride it out because to him some sleep is better than no sleep. But if you’re becoming increasingly distressed he’s going to wake you up if you haven’t already woken up on your own. Ever the pragmatic approach he’s going to first, reassure you that you’re safe. Even if that means getting out of bed to pull the handle on the door making sure it’s locked and turning on the lights to throughly give the room a good sweep.

If you’re particularly shaken up he’ll bring out the shikigami and kinda just release them into the hallway, so if anything was lurking it’s not anymore 🤡

He doesn’t make you talk about it if you don’t want to, but if you do he’ll sit and listen. He’s not the best at comforting-he often defaults to problem solving-but one things learned is that it’s okay to just listen.

If you still can’t sleep and you want a distraction, he’s turning on the bedside table wrapping you in his arms and telling you stories from his childhood, stories that no one else but you would get to hear.

“Gumi, there’s no way”you snorted, and rubbed your eyes, sleep and tears still burning at the corners of them. Megumi gave you that lopsided smirk that meant nothing but trouble and nodded in earnest.

“Yeah, gojo wasn’t too happy about that”he said.

“You really brought out nue because he was late to pick you up?”you asked, snuggling deeper into his side. Megumi nodded again and when you looked up he had a little pout on his face, barely noticeable if you didn’t know what he looked like when he was sulking.

“Well yeah”he grumbled, “mother fucker was supposed to bring me to the zoo, I didn’t ace my report card for nothing!”

“You were a terror” you said shaking your head, “how did he react?”

And this time Megumi did laugh, a quiet little thing where you could only feel his shoulders bouncing.

“How would you react if a giant bird had you by the leg 100 meters in the air?”

“No fucking way!”you gasped, smacking his chest. “You sent nue after him?”

And all Megumi did was shrug. “Well he was never late again”

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[gumi-official]

[hugh-b-like]

Fun Image I made a while ago after I realized most of my favorite characters are green.

[riaki]

a spritz of peppermint | megumi fushiguro x reader

pt.6 of christmas event! cw: petnames i think idk, not proofread, there’s probably other stuff i’m missing but wtv happy birthday the prettiest king pls come back the food is cold

today is a very special day.

megumi notices that you rise early— mostly because when he wakes up in the morning, rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes groggily with a groan, he notices you’re not there. he rolls over, and smacks his face into cold sheets, devoid of your heat.

it pisses him off. so he starts his special day out as a grouch.

when he eventually crawls out of bed and makes his way into the kitchen after pulling on some sweats, though— he stops just short of the threshold to that sweet smelling cozy haven you love to spend your time in. the scent of pine needles and fresh chocolate orange wafts across the space, warm and welcoming and awfully wintery. he’s impartial to the cold— but he likes seeing your nose get red, so he guesses that’s one point positive.

“megumi?” your soft voice drifts across the open space, and the frost around his grumpy heart melts just a little; a crack in the frozen surface of the lake.

he reluctantly emerges from the shadow of the hallway, past the bundle of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. the thought causes a memory to flash across his mind— your sweet smile and your prettier laugh; a distinct feeling of fuzzy warmth like a knitted sweater spreading across his cheeks when you pulled him close by the sleeve of his shirt and leaned in—

he shakes his head, trying to dash the stray thought. he’s supposed to be mad. it has no right to be there.

“why’d you get up so early?” he sighs heavily as he joins you at your side, scratching the back of his neck and running a hand through his unruly hair. you smiled sheepishly, turning to face him and you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing lightly as a silent apology. he takes it with a grumble, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his face in your hair to bask in the scent of home before pulling away.

“it’s a secret.” you grinned, and he glares down at you, clicking his teeth in annoyance. you just laugh like the angel you are, leaving no room for guilt. you’re wearing one of his sweaters; you smell like him, and he supposes it makes up for the way you ditched him this morning.

“i expect compensation.” he grumbles, leaning against the counter as he watches you move about the kitchen, pale winter sunlight painting you like an ethereal dancer beneath the surface of misty lake water, crystal clear in your beauty. it’s mesmerizing.

you laughed, and his teeth dig into his bottom lip. “what, missed me? were you feeling lonely, gumi?” you smiled.

he just shoots you a piercing glare, the color of icicles in his eyes, but the warmth of your grin melts it away. you spend the next few moments in a comfortable silence, preparing a french toast topped with sweet berries and powdered sugar that looks so soft megumi could probably sink into it, until your lovely voice breaks the crisp morning silence.

“want black coffee?”

…

that’s weird. he never hesitates. and you know he takes his coffee black; of course you do. not because he wants to look cool, or look suave in another person’s eyes… well, except for you, of course. but not in the area of caffeine doses. and to be perfectly clear, all he needs is a dose of you to get him going.

he clears his throat. “can you make me hot chocolate?”

you pause, and he almost wants to bite his tongue off. why is he so embarrassed? but you just chuckle, like morning bird song across fresh dew on the grass.

“switching it up, huh? that’s cute.” you hum, and his face burns hot like embers in a brick fireplace. he coughs, throat scratchy like the pricks of a pinecone— but you make no note of it, simply going about your day.

he’s content to watch as you fish around in the rum-colored cabinets, pulling out a crinkly bag of cocoa powder. you put him on milk microwaving duty and he busies himself, lithe pale fingers unscrewing the carton of milk and pouring it into his favorite little painted dog mug. you were the one who’d made it; that silly little ceramics class you insisted on taking clearly didn’t help you too much in the way of smoothing down the bumps and blotches on the mug, but it holds your fingerprint, so he might as well memorize the shape of your hands when you’re not there.

megumi’s snapped back to reality when you grab a candy cane from the mini tree you decorated together sitting on the kitchen counter, smashing it up in the wrappings to mix the pepperminty dust with the cocoa powder. he eyes the pile of holiday drug warily as he brings the steaming mug over, placing it before you and leaning against the counter again to watch you work your mystery magic.

“that looks like brown cocai—”

“shh, megumi. keep your pretty mouth shut, please.”

he’s about to butt in again, lips parted before he presses them together irritatedly and resigns to sulk in silence.

you pour the hot chocolate mix into the milk, swishing it together as it forms a pretty spiral of cocoa; the color of dark chai and chocolate tart. he’s content to watch in silence, humming some christmas carol he’d overheard you listening to one gray afternoon— until he realizes you’re opening a bag of those sickeningly sweet and fluffy marshmallows he’d bought you on a whim. he only did it because his mentor told him they made the best gifts, but he’s beginning to realize it was the sweet tooth talking.

“hey— wait… are you going to put those in there, pretty?” he asks, putting a gentle hand on your wrist to stop you from vigorously emptying the bag into his poor victimized hot chocolate mug.

you glance up at him and flash a toothy grin, giving him one of those looks that makes his heart skip a beat. “trust me, gumi! you’re gonna love it.” you laughed, shrugging his hand off, and his lips curve downward. less because of the marshmallows that are toppling into his mug with a splash and more so because you freed yourself from his grasp.

obviously, you notice— your eyebrows knit together, a pinch of guilt weighing upon them like the snow on the streets outside. but it’s wiped away as quickly as it comes; before he knows it, you’re walking away with a bounce in your step, disappearing behind the counter before re-emerging with something behind your back.

“don’t look so sad, gumi. here,” you say, the cadence of your voice as soft and playful as he ever remembers it being when you pull a bunch of roses from behind your back. the bouquet is small and there’s dirt clinging to the stems— but his heart melts at the thought that you hand-picked them, prickly thorns and all, for him. “happy birthday,” you whispered, and his walls break.

“you’re not so different from them, you know.” you hummed, smiling as he takes them from you and gives you an inquisitive, quiet look. “you might be a little prickly on the outside, but you’re just as beautiful. you just have to look a little past the thorns.”

he feels his face flush; at this point, it’s probably as red as the stray candy cane shavings melting in his mug and the vibrant petals of the roses. he splutters and mumbles something annoyed under his breath, but he’s sure you can hear the undercurrent of fondness and affection weaves into each syllable like the beats of his heart, where you’re so close to. megumi thinks you might’ve just cut him open and made a home in his ribcage.

the bunch of handpicked roses for his special day sit on the marble counter dusted with cocoa powder and candy cane shavings, marshmallows bobbing at the surface of his hot chocolate like apples in a bucket as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to press his lips insistently to yours, slow and tender like the way he always loves you. his hands curl around your sides, as if to ground you there; freeze the time in this bubble of warmth, forgetting the chill outside to warm his hands on your skin. you’re so little in his arms; he wants to hold you and never let you go, to keep you under his tree and have you make hot chocolate for him instead of black coffee every morning he wakes up, because it’s fine if you’re not there in bed— as long as you’re waiting for him with open arms elsewhere.

and when he kisses you, he realizes he might not need his hot cocoa to warm his stomach— your lips are as soft and pillowy sweet as the marshmallows melting in his mug, filled with steaming hot cocoa and all the love he could ever wrap his heart in this cozy winter; his christmas gift to you.

he’s grateful today is a special day, if only because of you and his sweet little painted dog mug filled with your heartwarming love.

stop this was so close to being late my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

[gaydexvocaloid]

gumi noooooo

[mooncakegrl]

you only kno my swag. not my lore

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

could u maybe do megumi headcannons where he has a s/o with anxiety? or maybe his s/o is having a bad day and needs comfort. only if you're comfortable with writing that ofc <3 :3

Hi thank you for requesting this!! I actually really enjoyed writing this because I don’t get to write fluff very often. I hope you enjoy 🫶🏾 If you do enjoy leave a comment,rb or come yell at me! I crave interaction

-okay I feel like megumi does not get enough credit for how emotionally intelligent he actually is. He’s quiet and reserved but one thing about him is, he’s always watching he get it from his daddy

So if you’re having an off day or are feeling more anxious than usual he might not say something until you bring it up but he’s going to keep consistent tabs on you, even if you’re not with him. There have been a handful of times you’ve seen a demon dog or a bunny out of the corner of your eye walking around the training grounds or while you’re in class.

-on the topic of his shikigami, gumi is weak for you. He’s not really supposed to but all you have to do is ask and he’ll bring out the demon dog or the bunnies for you to cuddle if you’re having a bad day. They really like you and he can’t help but to be endeared by you cuddled up in his room with them.

-if you’re prone to anxiety attacks you’re gonna have to walk him through it with you the first time if you’re coherent enough for it. But as I mentioned, he’s got emotionally maturity and a smartphone, he definitely does his own research and has you doing those breathing exercises. If he’s not physically there with you he’s going to text one of the others-probably yuuji or panda-to keep on eye on you and make sure you’re safe

-if you’re got social anxiety? You better believe he’s asking blackmailing gojo to be sent on missions with you. He’s got information from gojo’s past that gojo wouldn’t even admit on his deathbed😃

-gumi is more than willing to do the talking portion of the missions. It’s gonna be tactless and rough(his soft spot is only for you,tsumki and reluctantly yuuji) so he could be nicer but that takes way too much energy.

-not a fan of pda but will not hesitate to hold your hand to guide you through crowed areas if you’re getting overwhelmed and orders for you at restaurants and stuff. He won’t tell you but it makes him feel important and needed.

-if you’ve got sleep anxiety he’ll try his best to comfort you but lets be so real he’s gonna conk out eventually. While he is still awake though he’ll let you play with the cuddlier shikigami and pad his way to the kitchen to make you some of that sleepy time tea he’s heard about.

-All in all megumi is pretty good about these things so you’re in good hands :)

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[gumi-official]

let me out!!!!!! i’ve been stuck here forever!!!!

[gumi-official]

green hair for the win!!

green hair gang!

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[jesters-stimboards]

*Gumi Stimboard!*

For: @ang3l-d1nn3r

[vocaloidsongtournament]

September 2024 Vocaloid Song Tournament

Round 2, Set 5, Match 3: Venom by Kairiki Bear vs. ECHO by Crusher

Please reblog for a bigger sample size!

Venom was covered by Nightcord at 25:00 while ECHO was covered by Vivid BAD SQUAD.

[vsynthbday]

happy anniversary to "Mane Mane Psychotropic" (マネマネサイコトロピック) by Kairiki Bear (かいりきベア)! this song came out 11 years ago today.

art by Shiomizu | youtube upload | august 23rd, 2024.

[Image description: A screenshot from the official music video for "Mane Mane Psychotropic". It depicts GUMI, holding her head with a worried look on her face. She's wearing a white short-sleeved button-up shirt, a yellow vest, a teal bow, and a red scruchie with stars. The background is a black and red gradient. Overlayed, at the bottom, is large text with a black and red gradient that read the japanese title of the song. End image description.]

[gumi-official]

lifetime ban.

*sends you to Paris*

Can I bring @kasaneteto-official?

[mars-ipan]

project sekai should have all of my comfort vocaloid songs in it all at full length forever and ever and ever

[vocaloid-song-of-the-day]

Mane Mane Psychotropic by Kairiki bear feat. GUMI

[vocaloid-tunes]

Disappearance Addiction -gate of DELETE- | Kairiki Bear feat. GUMI & Kagamine Rin