#tone rion spotted

[tonerion-spotted]

wow, another blog inspired by @miku-spotted? on MY tumblr? no way!!! (also there just so happens to be a list of blogs like me, how neat!)

anyways, this is a blog where i reblog tone rion art on the rare chance i see that!! please feel free to @ me if you see any tone rion art (and you can also @ me if you make some yourself) please please pleaaase :3 i would say i do not bite but that is a LIE

both icon + banner made by me! not the art though. the art is made by akio watanbe (tone rion v3) and yukiko joriguchi (tone rion v4)

heres the list of tags:

#tone rion spotted | tone rion art!

#tone rion + friends spotted | tone rion art but with other vocal synths!

#not rion | not being tonerion-spotted. blog updates, and other stuff like that!

#rion asks | tag for answering asks! that's about it basically

[tonerion-spotted]

tone rion spotted!!!!!!!!!!

this might sound random but can you draw tone rion if you haven’t already :D

love tone rion so i sketched her for u :3

[meowonaise]

my piece for this years @galasynth !! i drew xin hua and tone rion🐇🐻‍❄️🍰🌸

[ladybyakuya]

| THAW + GAKU. 

+cw. — fem!reader, biker au, biker!gaku, biker!nagumo, uzuki, akira, kashimo are mentioned, background uzurion & taroaoi; no fluff or smut so idk what to mention except, heavy pining, tension, first meet, and flirting. Will there be more? Lets see? 

+wc. —1.2k 

+syn.— oya? A new face in town? A new trophy to win? Perhaps. . .

+notes. — thought too much about biker!gaku while listening to Tough by l d ray and now i’m here.| redirect to blog navigation.

Gaku always ties his ace hand bandages on both hands all by himself while the spectators watch him do it, slowly surrounding him like a bevy of stars, boys and girls alike thinking what if he needs help, what if he picks one of them but he never picks someone from the crowd to do it. It is a holy ritual for him, a gesture of good luck before he secures a win against the rival gang but tonight as he spots a new face among the crowd and that too in the rival gang he can not help but wonder who might you be! 

He sees you hiding behind one of the top bikers in the rival gang, Rion Akao clutching onto her arms like it is a last stick in the sea to survive, eyes lingering all over the place with a downpour of worry and fear. Why did Akao-san bring you here? Or were you that curious that she could not dismiss your demand? Did you throw a tantrum? Oh my my! Are you the tantrum-thrower type? Kei who is standing by his side notices how Gaku’s hand movements have ceased while doing his silly habit for what he calls “a holy ritual.” 

He nudges Gaku’s elbow saying, “Oye focus.”

“Huh?” was all Gaku yielded from his chest looking at Kei and then looking at you asking, “Who’s that? Never seen her before.”

“That’s Rion. You truly need those eyes to get checked.” While Geku’s eyes still watch you from the gaps of the crowd, his eyebrows pinch at first; then he turns his head towards Uzuki exclaiming with a tone of taunt laced underneath, “Really now! You have eyes only for Rion-san but no one else, huh?” as he leans over the engine of his bike and everyone in the crowd vocally swoons in unison at his stance which certainly makes you notice that particular crowd surrounding a biker on the opposite side of the road.

Uzuki’s eyes go flat like a heart monitor of a dying patient. He can’t put up with this now! Literally can’t.Not again. The visible annoyance on his face does not go unnoticed by Gaku and hence, he decides to salt and pepper it as the announcement starts to blare, “Everyone! clear the path. The race is going to start soon. Everyone! clear the path The race. . .”

Today’s crowd is not that rowdy so Kashimo does not have to hurt his throat and lungs much. Sometimes he has to take medicine but that happens on special days, like when there is a race match between Taro and Uzuki. 

As the crowd disperses, Nagumo gets ready for his race against Gaku. The former holds his helmet in his hands as Rion whispers in his ears. Nagumo laughs as Rion steps away with a serious expression while he laughs before stating,” Sure. Sure. I will take her on a ride for sure,” looking at you. 

“I will not wear a helmet though.” You demand. One of Nagumo’s eyebrows jumps; not that Nagumo is reluctant to your choice yet feels the urge to look at Rion. Her expression does not help him much. 

“No. can’t do. Safety first lady.”  Nagumo chimes.

Now the road is occupied by the two bikers who are about to race against each other. Most of the crowd had stepped back to the pavement alongside the road. Gaku still has not completed his ace bandage, which is spotted from where Kashimo is announcing. He was just about to ping Uzuki about it but things take an unexpected turn.

Standing among the crowd, you laugh at Nagumo’s silly antics while Rion scolds him. Gaku glances at Kei before he extends his arm towards the other side of the road. The unified commotion of the crowd dissipates gradually as you finally lay eyes on him. You see the guy opposite Nagumo swallowing, the movement of his Adam’s apple is painfully visible. It takes a while for everyone to understand who is he pointing at.

Rion and Kei exchange looks. While Kei lets his fingers skim through his hair in disbelief a smile tugs up along Rion’s lips. “Go on. He is harmless,” says she swatting her hand making your lithe grip let loose. You look at Aoi who is standing beside Taro holding his hand because Rion saying ‘harmless’ is not the kind of gauging you can easily rely on. Aoi smiles at you while Taro just nods. Now, what’s that supposed to mean? You look at the biker on the opposite side of the road who is still waiting, extending his hand out towards you. 

You sigh, just once but with the silence that got clustered in this place within a few minutes your sigh sure sounds heavy. You cross the road, stand in front of Gaku, and grace him with a two-second eye contact before holding those dangling bandages. You tilt your head and inspect. There is not much to be done, except wrapping the tape around his fingers and the thumb part has already been done. It is a good thing that you knew otherwise it would be so embarrassing. Maybe he would instruct you or show you how to do it on one of his hands so that you could do the other. You secure the wrapping with the velcro ends it had. Your ears pick up a question, “Are you new around here?”

Gaku gives you his other hand with a tape coming out of his pocket. You look at him with a surprise washing over your face, lips visibly apart as your eyebrows pinch. Is this guy for real? “No. Not really,” you say inserting the loop over his thumb. You need a sort of support to achieve the tight binding it demands. A part of you wants to avoid any sort of skin contact not because he is a stranger or an acquaintance of an acquaintance but because you would like your boundaries to be protected. So, you scoot forward a little letting his fingertips rest on the leather jacket yours,  the left side where your heart resides, while holding his wrist that has already been wrapped. You start to wrap the tape around his wrist then diagonally when Gaku notices how even your heart beats. It makes him nervous. 

“What will you be doing after this race?” Your movement pauses for like two seconds and then you continue. “Are you free?” Gaku can feel your heart rate. It is not calm anymore. You tie around his knuckles, then move to wrap in between his fingers one by one taking your time while the grip on his wrist grows firm. You can feel his pulse too. It is throbbing like an old light in the attic.

“Am not,” you utter, sticking the two ends of velcro one over the other. Glancing at him once you get back to the other side of the road getting behind Rion like you did before but this time not holding her hand or Akiras who is smiling and giving you looks. 

“That was an odd display of . . . affection?” The mike is alive again. Gaku looks like he just has his pants. 

“You really need to teach him some manners Kei.”  Gaku voiced. 

Uzuki lets out a chuckle offering the most humble response, “Now why would I do that?”

[yvesssssssss]

I don't know if you write for rion, but how would she react if her sweet girlfriend is being taken advantage of for her kindness?

Kind Doesn’t Mean Weak.

Rion had always known that you were too kind for your own good. It was one of the things she loved about you—how you always tried to see the best in people, how you never hesitated to help, how your warmth made people gravitate toward you.

But that kindness? Some people mistook it for weakness.

And that pissed Rion off.

She had let a lot of things slide. The way people constantly asked you for favors but never returned them. The way your so-called "friends" made you do all the work when they were supposed to help. The way they guilt-tripped you into doing things just because they knew you wouldn’t say no.

But tonight? Tonight was the last damn straw.

She, Nagumo, and Sakamoto had stopped by your job—a small café in town—to grab some food. Uzuki had tagged along, though he didn’t look particularly interested in being there. It was supposed to be a quick stop. Order, eat, leave.

But the moment Rion stepped inside, her mood soured.

Because there you were—running around, struggling to carry a ridiculous amount of trays while your lazy-ass co-workers sat around chatting.

Nagumo whistled, resting his hands behind his head. “Man, she’s really working her ass off, huh?”

“Too much,” Sakamoto added, frowning slightly.

Rion’s expression darkened. She was already marching toward the counter before anyone could stop her.

You spotted her just as you set down a tray, your tired face immediately lighting up. "Rion! I didn’t know you were coming by!"

Rion ignored your greeting, her sharp eyes scanning you. You looked exhausted.

"Why are you the only one working?" Her voice was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it.

You hesitated. "I mean… Everyone else was tired, so I thought—"

"They were tired?" Rion repeated, her smile twitching. "And you weren’t?"

You looked away, clearly unsure how to answer.

Nagumo leaned against the counter, smirking. "Oof. You walked right into that one."

Uzuki, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. "They’re taking advantage of her," he said bluntly. His tone was neutral, but there was an undeniable sharpness to it.

Sakamoto crossed his arms, nodding in agreement. "It’s obvious."

Rion cracked her knuckles. "Yeah. Real obvious."

And then she turned, her gaze locking onto the group of slackers.

"Oi."

The café fell silent.

Your co-workers looked up, blinking as if they just now realized how much work you’d been doing. One of them opened their mouth, probably to make some weak excuse, but Rion wasn’t having it.

"You all got a problem with doing your own damn jobs?" she asked, voice dangerously light.

One of them stammered, "W-We just thought—"

"No, you didn’t." Rion took a step closer, tilting her head. "Because if you were thinking, you wouldn’t be making my girlfriend do all the work while you sit on your asses."

The group shifted uncomfortably. One of them tried to laugh it off. "C’mon, she said she didn’t mind—"

"She’s just nice. That’s not an excuse."

Your eyes widened slightly. You had never seen Rion like this—her usual playfulness replaced with something serious.

Nagumo chuckled. "You guys are in for it now. She’s really pissed."

"Not surprising," Uzuki muttered. "They deserve it."

Rion placed both hands on the counter, leaning in. "You all owe her. Big time. So here’s what’s gonna happen."

Silence. No one dared to interrupt.

"She’s done for the night. You’re cleaning up. You’re handling customers. You’re doing all the work she’s been covering for you." Rion’s eyes darkened. "And if I ever see you slacking off like this again… we’re gonna have a real problem. Got it?"

A frantic chorus of "Y-yeah!" and "Got it!" filled the air.

Satisfied, Rion turned back to you and grabbed your wrist, tugging you toward the door. "C’mon, sweetheart. You’re off work."

"But—"

"Nope." She shot you a sharp look. "You’re done."

Sakamoto, ever the responsible one, glanced at the staff. "We’ll still pay for our food, but she’s not working anymore tonight."

Nagumo clapped a hand on your shoulder. "Damn, sweetheart, you should’ve said something sooner! You’ve got the most terrifying girlfriend in town."

"She’s not terrifying," you murmured.

Uzuki, still standing by the counter, tilted his head slightly. "She kind of is."

Rion rolled her eyes before turning back to you, her voice softer. "You know I love you, right?"

You nodded. "Of course."

"Then do me a favor." She cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin. "Stop letting people take advantage of you."

You bit your lip, looking down. "I just… don’t want to upset anyone."

Rion sighed. "Darling. Some people need to be upset."

You blinked up at her.

Nagumo laughed. "Yeah, Rion's got a point. Sometimes, people only learn when you punch ‘em in the face—"

"That’s not what I meant," Rion muttered, exasperated.

You hesitated, then smiled softly. "You’re really protective, huh?"

Rion scoffed. "Obviously."

Sakamoto nodded. "She cares."

Nagumo grinned. "Too bad for anyone who messes with you, huh?"

Uzuki just hummed in agreement.

You let out a small laugh, warmth blooming in your chest. Rion squeezed your hand, her usual smirk returning.

"Let’s get out of here," she said, tugging you toward the door.

And as you stepped out into the night, surrounded by her warmth, you realized something—

Being kind didn’t mean being weak.

And with Rion by your side?

You’d never be taken advantage of again.

[tonerion-spotted]

tone rion spotted!

Pink character of the day- ★

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Tone Rion (v3)

From: Vocaloid

[gwynbleiddyn]

time is a tide that disobeys; part 2

oc kiss week 2025 prompt fill ft. Thalon Lavellan who belongs to the ever wonderful @ourinquisitorialness <3 thank you for letting me run riot with your son in the pursuit of Exploring Themes™

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loosely inspired by the 'worship' prompt because that's a doozy in and of itself, part 2 brings us to Skyhold, where judgement awaits. a direct sequel to part 1, where the days and weeks that follow Adamant begin to shape an unfortunate and long-standing reality -- that this will not be their story to tell.

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It doesn’t rain in Skyhold often, but when it does, it pours. 

The lifting summer air from the Hinterlands creeps upwards over the mountain, colliding with the sinking cold to call forth heavy grey clouds that burst as though pierced by the jagged offerings of the Frostbacks, and the deluge that follows is enough to harry most people indoors.

Except today. 

Today, the courtyard is full. Bodies stand shoulder to shoulder, faceless, indistinguishable to Rion where he stands, watching, waiting, from his spot on the wall overlooking Skyhold’s inner workings. There’s a restless ripple over the crowd, shuddering through the steady lavender tones that raindrops paint across Rion’s unique vision, his eyes working twice as hard to catch what his ears don’t. And as the restless hum widens from a dull grey into white, Rion knows they grow impatient.

As does he. 

His fingers drum idly on slick stone, hands free of heavy gloves and shoulders light with no armour to weigh him down, yet he still stands hunched - both against the rain and the shadow of Adamant, a memory that has yet to untangle itself from his waking thoughts. 

He grows impatient because beneath the steady downpour and roiling clouds, the crowds gather to watch Magister Livius Erimond pay his due. 

An empty, scarcely bloodied chopping block sits, lonely, on a dreary wooden stage down below. Erimond struggles in his restraints mere feet away from his end, a sole, looming guard his only company while they await the sword to carry out the sentence. 

The judgement had been rendered in flickering torchlight, amongst the scaffolding and skeleton of Skyhold’s throne room where the Inquisitor sat as judge and executioner, resolute. 

Rion had watched Thalon then with rapt, precise attention. He looked for every sign of conflict, a twitch of the hand or a sideways glance, anything that would give away a hint of uncertainty - enough that Rion would have used his voice as a counterweight to Thalon’s doubt, turned the tide, and placed the blame squarely on himself for the judgement. But in that hall, Thalon may as well have been a statue, caught forever in the shape of his brutal decree.

And Rion watches Thalon now, eyes fixed on his regal figure as he ascends the wooden steps with silent footfalls, the crowd’s murmur too strong for Rion to see any other sound. It isn’t a grand affair, they’d made sure of it; Erimond deserved the indignity of insignificance. It hadn’t taken Rion’s fit of rage and ruin to convince Thalon, either. The man’s fate was sealed the moment they stepped into Adamant and bore witness to the scale of his wrongs.

Words are spoken to the crowd, too far away and small for Rion to see. But Rion isn’t interested in words. He stares intensely, almost wiling Thalon to spare him a glance - just so he can see. Just so he can know that this is what he wants, and this is what he will do. And just before the Inquisitor turns to his duty, Thalon catches Rion’s eye at last, and Rion’s thundering heart slows with a sigh - relief. 

The sword does its work. The rippling hum begins to fade as Erimond’s body slumps to the wood, headless, no longer the centre of attention, and other matters of mundane means begin to fill the courtyard instead as Skyhold turns into another day. 

Rain pours, still. 

Droplets roll down the ridge of Rion’s nose, dripping down onto stone below. His hair lies flattened to his skull, his civilian attire near soaked through, and his usual vanity has tumbled from his list of priorities to lie in the muck and mud. All he has been able to think about for the last week is Adamant and its aftermath. 

My heart’s just angry, he’d told Nin. But that day, there had been a place for it. 

Today, there is room for reason. 

And reason tells him that this will be one of the nooses strung up on the gallows when the Inquisition ends. Erimond’s execution will sit at the receiving end of pointed, accusatory fingers in some far off future that Rion cannot see, but he knows it will come. They will point, they will cry, and they will call Thalon a murderer, a despot, Andraste’s herald turned zealot.

That is where his anger burns red-hot now, on this grey and dull day. 

Reverent green seeps into his vision, washing away the brown of the courtyard and turning his gaze to something kinder - Thalon, alone, approaching through the rain. His face softens as Rion turns to him, not quite a smile, but grim tenderness remains there in spite of what’s just transpired by his hand. 

“That was a cleaner cut than I would have given him,” Rion says, but his humour is hollow, carved out by something heavy. Thalon lets out a quiet hum of acknowledgement, gaze drifting to the courtyard below for a moment to see that it is nearly empty again. Erimond’s body has already been dutifully removed, but the spatter of crimson that decorates the wooden stage is a vibrant mark in an otherwise nondescript scene. 

It is surprisingly hard to look away from. But Thalon manages, after a moment, and his kind, grey eyes land on Rion.

“It had to be done. The Wardens…” he frowns, his thought left stranded in the damp air. Rion lifts a brow, plucking the thought to completion himself.

“...they would have kept him. Conscripted, probably. Too pragmatic to lose what pathetic little gain we could squeeze out of him, but that would have gone down poorly with the bastards who killed their friends under his spell. He wouldn’t have survived the first night before they tore him apart like a pack of wild dogs.” 

Rion grins, bitter and wild. A part of him would have relished the opportunity. 

“That, or he would have died in agony during the Joining.”

He turns to look back at Thalon, whose eyes are closed, and Rion knows he is resisting the image. Violence is never his first answer, and rarely is it his second or third either, but it is a language that comes all too easily to Rion’s hands. His shoulders sink with a gentle, quiet sigh, and he curls fingers around Thalon’s wrist, pulling him closer if he allows it.

“You did the right thing.” 

At that, Thalon’s pale stare is renewed, and he gives Rion the slightest of nods as a trembling breath leaves his lips. Uncertainty? Not quite. Something else. “I know. Thank you.” 

Thalon’s pulse thrums steady beneath Rion’s fingers at his wrist, and he slips his hand into Thalon’s own, squeezing. “I know you know, but I don’t believe you when you say it. What’s on your mind?” 

Rion knows he may as well ask him to pluck a grain of sand from an hourglass. Still, Thalon tries, his smile thin but appreciative nonetheless, and he returns the squeeze.

“I hardly enjoy playing the judge and jury to begin with, but this particular judgement sets a precedence, Rion. What comes after this? How far does the Inquisition reach, and to what end?” His shades of green grow a little more wilted by the word, like a great tree choked by the creeping doubt of ivy. Rion’s heart twists a little, caught on the hook of his own fears now echoed by Thalon, whose resolute spirit has kept him steady all this time in lockstep with Nin’s gentle fire. 

Unfortunately, doubt is a difficult weed to cut. It tangles and trips, and it has them bound on this precipice, on this wall overlooking the heart of the Inquisition, and the remnants of its latest bloody judgement laid clear for all to see. 

Thalon’s hand is less a gentle reassurance in this moment, and more a warning - if doubt thrives here, it will not just be one of them who tumbles from the tower.

Shaking his head free of that thought, Rion turns away from the wall, turning Thalon to face him too. The longer they stare at their choices, the harder it will get to look beyond them. 

What can he say? Rion knows in his heart that there is no end that any of them will walk away from, unscathed, unmarred, untouched by an image that is steadily being painted by the world as witness. It has already happened to him - the Hero of Ferelden fell long ago, and in his place is someone Rion doesn’t recognize, but the world does. 

He taps along Thalon’s knuckles with his thumb, as if he might find a response somewhere in the contours of skin and bone that he has come to know almost as entirely as his own. He wonders, briefly, would it would be like to step into Thalon’s skin, feel the weight that must be on his shoulders, see the world through his eyes… and listen. Would he hear the whispers in the hall? The accusations thrown across the Summer Bazaar of Val Royeaux? Where at least Rion can turn his eyes away, Thalon cannot. 

Another gentle squeeze of Rion’s fingers pulls him from his thoughts, his storm-laden gaze flitting upwards to Thalon.

“I don’t expect an answer, I just…” Thalon’s brow furrows again, words consistently - and uncharacteristically - eluding him. “It’s a strange feeling, to be so powerful and powerless at the same time.”

It’s a difficult notion to grapple with. Rion doesn’t really know where to begin with it - it’s not a problem he can attack with a sword or a well placed army, and there is nowhere on Thedas where he could keep Thalon safe from it either. Despite that thought, he moves so that he’s half sitting and half leaning back on the wall, and guides Thalon to stand in the gap between his knees, as if he could offer a moment of invulnerability with Rion between him and the rest of the world.

Just a moment.

“I wish I could give you that answer, but I’m not that clever and we both know it,” Rion offers a half-smile, hands resting at Thalon’s waist once he settles, fingers clutched tightly into the fabric of his coat. He waits until he sees a glimmer of a smile in return before he continues, reassured. “But I do know what I believe in, and who I believe in. I don’t paint you as Herald, as Lord Inquisitor, but I know that… in another time, someone else will think I did. I’ll be the tyrant swinging his sword, gutting his Wardens for a chance at life, and you’ll be the messiah that allowed it.”

Thalon winces, hands raised in complaint but Rion gently catches his left, the Anchor, and pulls it to his chest.

“But we aren’t that. What we are is Dalish,” even Rion surprises himself with that, “and we will tell the stories. There will always be people who tell the wrong one, but there will also be people telling the right one too. You know I don’t trust easy, but I trust Nin when he tells me that and I love him enough to believe it.”

A breath of relief fills his lungs as he feels Thalon’s hand at his face, thumb brushing the scars on his cheek. Rion grins up at him, leonine and proud, unable to hide his appreciation as Thalon opens his mouth to speak. “You are remarkably eloquent when you want to be.”

A sweet kiss follows, warm and comforting amidst the cold rain. There isn't much else to say, but a safe, unspoken understanding settles between them as Thalon presses his forehead to Rion's, laughing at the rain sliding down his nose. He sweeps it away with a thumb, brushes the edge of Rion's lower lip, and unknowingly anoints the Warden Commander into the belief that they will endure, one way or another.

Rion has no idea what true devotion feels like - faith has eluded him with each attempt to reach out and find it, both in Andraste, and in the Dalish gods whose colours left Rion wanting. Even now, scarred as he is by Elgar’nan’s rage, he longs for something gentler.

But he could breathe a little easier if devotion felt like this.

[voca-song-a-day]

Last year, I did a little end of the year recap of what the most featured Vocaloids and Producers on this blog were, and so here's one for this past year, too!

Since the last one was the first ever one I did, I just posted the overall numbers for this blog; this time, I'll be doing a top 10 Vocaloids and list of all producers with 3+ songs featured for 2024 specifically, and then you can check under the read more to see an update of the all time rankings for all vocal synths, and the 15 overall most featured producers on this blog so far (including ties).

Here are the lists for 2024, counting all songs posted from Jan 1 2024 through yesterday (December 31st)!

(The number next to each name is how many songs I posted featuring them in 2024, including solos, duets, group songs, etc)

(2024) PRODUCERS:

CircusP- 7

Madoi, Nejishiki, Niru Kajitsu, Inabakumori- 5

Mothy, Sasakureuk, Kikuo- 4

GHOST, Hynome, Iyowa, John, KIRA, KurageP, MachigeritaP, Nem, Niki, nyanyannyan, PinocchioP, r-906, Re:nG, Shigotoshite, SLAVE VVR, UtsuP- 3

(2024) VOCAL SYNTHS:

Hatsune Miku- 99

KAITO- 32

Flower- 31

GUMI- 26

Kagamine Rin- 20

Megurine Luka- 16

Kasane Teto- 15

IA- 14

Kaai Yuki- 12

Otomachi Una, Kagamine Len- 11

And the overall numbers for this blog so far:

(ALL TIME) TOP 15 PRODUCERS:

A name in bold indicates that producer moved up at least one spot from where they were on the top 15 list in 2023

A name in italics indicates the producer is new to the top 15 in 2024 (i.e. was not in the top 15 by the end of 2023)

The numbers next to each name (+#) are the amount of songs they were featured in on this blog in 2024, the numbers at the end of the row are the overall total number of featured songs

CircusP (+7)- 32

PinocchioP (+3)- 30

DECO*27 (+2)- 23

40meterP (+1)- 21

GigaP (+1)- 19

Neru (+1), Hitoshizuku & Yama (+2)- 18

Rerulili (+1), Niki (+3)- 16

MikitoP (+1), Re:nG (+3)- 15

GHOST (+3), KIRA (+3), KurageP (+3)- 13

Nayutalien (+0), MachigeritaP (+3), Mothy (+4), Sasakureuk (+4)- 12

*Luna (+1), MARETU (+1), UtsuP (+3), Kikuo (+4), Nejishiki (+5), Niru Kajitsu (+5)- 11

JesusP (+0), HoneyWorks (+0), Kairiki Bear (+1), Jin (+1), OSTER Project (+1), PeperonP (+2), EZFG (+2)- 10

HachiojiP (+0)- 9

EmpathP (+0), Reol (+0), Mitchie M (+0), Hachi (+0), MASA (+1), Hiiragi Kirai (+1), q*left (+1), UtataP & Tory Hitsuji (+1), Kanaria (+1), Kemu (+1), Otetsu (+2), YurryCanon (+2), Inabakumori (+5)- 8

Tohma (+0), WhiteFlame (+0), Matsubi (+1), Last Note (+1), NatsuP (+1), CosMo (+2), KEI (+2), Shu-tP (+2), Nem (+3), nyanyannya (+3)- 7

(ALL TIME) VOCAL SYNTHS:

A name in bold indicates that vocal synth moved up at least one spot from where they were on the overall list in 2023

A name in italics indicates the singer is new to the list in 2024 (i.e. had not been featured at all yet by the end of 2023)

The numbers next to each name (+#) are the amount of songs they were featured in on this blog in 2024 (singers new to the list do not have this number, as it will usually be whatever overall number they are featured next to), the numbers at the end of the row are the overall total number of featured songs

Hatsune Miku (+99)- 487

Kagamine Rin (+20)- 165

GUMI (+26)- 162

Kagamine Len (+11)- 131

KAITO (+32)- 101

Flower (+31)- 95

Megurine Luka (+16)- 83

IA (+14)- 75

MEIKO (+10)- 44

Yuzuki Yukari (+5)- 26

Kamui Gakupo (+3), Otomachi Una (+11)- 25

MAYU (+2), Kaai Yuki (+12)- 21

Luo Tianyi (+1), Fukase (+3)- 19

Lily (+3)- 16

Kasane Teto- 15

VY2 (+2), Meika Hime (+3), MAIKA (+3)- 14

SeeU (+3)- 13

Nekomura Iroha (+2), Meika Mikoto (+4)- 12

UNI (+3), KAFU*- 11

Xin Hua (+1), Oliver (+1), Xingchen (+2), Aoki Lapis (+4)- 10

VY1 (+1), Dex (+2), YANHE (+2)- 9

Yuezheng Ling (+1), Yohioloid (+2), SF-A2 Miki (+3)- 8

Rana (+1), Sonika (+1), Kizuna Akari (+2)- 7

Utatane Piko (+1), Merli (+1), Miriam (+1), Hiyama Kiyoteru (+4)- 6

Tone Rion (+1), Cyber Diva (+1), Galaco (+1), Kokone (+1), Lumi (+1), Yuezheng Longya (+1), Koharu Rikka- 5

CUL (+0), Daina (+0), Kyo (+0), Haruno Sora (+1), Anon (+1), Kanon (+1), Clara (+1), Macne Nana (+1), Ruby (+1), Sweet Ann (+1), Yuu (+1), Yumemi Nemu (+1), Zhiyu Moke (+1), Adachi Rei, SEKAI- 4

Mew (+0), Mo Qingxian (+0), Prima (+0), Wil (+0), Chika (+1), Tohoku Zunko (+1), Zundamon, Yamine Renri*- 3

ARSLOID (+0), Leon (+0), Lola (+0), Mirai Komachi (+0), Sachiko (+0), Bruno (+1), Haiyi, ONE*- 2

Azuki (+0), Cyber Songman (+0), Gachapoid (+0), Tonio (+0), Asane Ema, Po-uta, Utane Uta, Gekiyaku, COKO, Tsurumaki Maki, Chis-A, Shikoku Metan, HARU, Hanakuma Chifuyu, Saki, Eleanor Forte, KIRUNE, RIME, Makimiya Fuuki**,HAM**- 1

*2024 was the first year that I featured non-Vocaloid specific solos, but a few non-Vocaloid vsynths appeared in duets or group numbers previously, so their 2024-specific numbers are: KAFU (+9 this year, 11 total), Yamine Renri (+2 this year, 3 total), ONE (+1 this year, 2 total)

**Ham and Makimiya Fuuki didn't appear in any songs posted in 2024, but did appear on duets in a previous year, and were not included on the list until now due to being non-Vocaloid synths

[tonerion-spotted]

tone rion spotted!!

✨ tone rion ✨

[wildfire317s-oc-box]

Name: Tatsuo Aikawa

Species: Kitsune Yokai

Hair color: brown

Hair style: short, fluffy and slightly curly

Eye color: his right eye is dark blue and his left is bright orange

Skin color: tan

Age: 16

Nickname: tatsu (given to him by mikitama)

Fashion sense: he does not have any particular fashion sense and tends to wear his uniform often even if it is not needed.

Sexuality: straight

Height: 5'6

Strength: He is Hinoe rank strength but is powerful for someone in his rank

His Story: When he was younger he was friends with a girl and fellow yokai by the name Mikitama and they were rather close. However as it often does time moved on and they slowly drifted apart around the time that Mikitama had began training to become a demon slayer in secret. One night while Mikitama was away for her Final Selection He and another friend were attacked by a demon, He was rescued by a hashira who happened to be nearby and escaped with a scar; his friend was not so lucky. He later decided to begin training to become a demon slayer and this decision reunited him and Mikitama who took him in as her tsuguko.

His personality: he is very kind, silly, energetic and easy-going but he can be serious if he want's to. He is very protective of those he cares about. He is very loud but knows when to tone it down if there are people who are sensitive to loud noises around. He is hardworking and a bit stubborn and insists on his trainer training as hard as she trains herself despite her objections. He is the type of person to bottle up his negative emotions and only let them out when he is around someone he is close to.

His Inner World: having not encountered any demon's who can access it yet he has heard tell of people having an "inner world" but has not yet seen his own. He gets the sense that it would be rather chaotic though.

His Abilities: (being a kitsune he has more abilities than the average and above average human)

Enhanced strength

Fox form transformation

Minor illusion creation

Short distance flight

Temporary invisibility

Temporary dream-walking

Minor pyrokinesis

Minor electrokinesis

Temporary disguise

Extra tail creation

Fox breathing: a breathing style originally borrowed from @rion-isnot-an-ai by tatsuo's original creator that is heavily reliant on speed and is derived from water breathing and wind breathing (if borrowing this is not allowed please msg me)

Fox breathing, first form; spirit dance: the user twists and bends their blade in a dance-like pattern as they gracefully dash forward, slashing everything in its path.

Fox breathing, second form; running fox: the user dashes at blinding speed behind the target and slashes at any part of its body. The cut is clean and swift, but powerful to ensure damage

Fox breathing, third form; cold, choking wind: the user circles around their opponent while using their sword to cut them from all directions

Fox breathing, fourth form; sharpened tail slice: the user leaps up over the target, in midair, they swing their blade in 1-9 vertical or horizontal slashes at the chest, head or back, depending on when the slashes are delivered. This attack is very useful when the user is attempting to cut off their opponent's neck.

Fox breathing, fifth form; merciful spirit: the user steadies the grip on their sword and decapitates the opponent with one clean cut. The attack is used when an opponent surrenders

Fox breathing, sixth form; fox in the wind: the user uses blinding speed to move to various spots around the opponent while slashing them with their sword. It is difficult for the opponent to counter-attack, due to the speed the user is moving

Adopted from: @larz-barz

Breathing style originally created by: @rion-isnot-an-ai

[synthesizershowdown]

Round 1 Has Finished!

Thank you all for voting! Some of the results are not what I expected while others are exactly what I thought they would be. Either way, it was an exciting time.

If you would like a breakdown of each winner along with occasional bit of commentary, it will be below the read more. Otherwise, the next round will start in a few days!

Macne Nana (87.5%)

Koharu Rikka (62.1%)

LUMi (60.6%)

Camui Gakupo (70.5%) - I’ll admit, I’m a bit surprised how low in votes Kiritan was. She’s decently popular in Japan, so I kinda thought it would translate here.

Sweet ANN (81.3%)

Kevin (69.7%)

Yamine Renri (59.5%)

COKO (73.9%)

AZUKI (53.8%) - Really now. Zunko lost to Azuki of all vocals.

Rana (82.4%)

Maika (93.5%) - For the longest time it’s was 100% for Maika, which made me laugh when I saw that.

Kizuna Akari (57.7%) - So, apparently it’s ZHIYU Moke. I had his photo saved as Zhiyun, autocorrect says Zhiyun and I have always referred to him as Zhiyun. I’m so sorry Zhiyu Moke fans, I’ve failed you.

flower (80%)

Otomachi Una (77.5%)

Macne Papa (69.6%)

Chis-A (79.2%)

Marie Ork (62.5%) - This was probably the most obscure face-off.

galaco (84.8%)

Tonio (79.3%)

An Xiao (58.3%)

RUBY (70%)

SeeU (88.2%)

BIG AL (53.1%)

CUL (51.3%) - This was such a close match, the lead swapped a few times. I think the difference might only be two votes. 

Lily (54.7%) - I love Lily, but I really expected all the Crypton vocals to pass at least the first round.

Yuezheng Ling (59.3%)

IA (86.2%)

Sato Sasara (68.2%)

DEX (80%)

Chiyu (92%) - I had to be reminded of Ginsaki’s existence when making this blog. I remembered the Vocalina girls more than him, which probably says something.

YOHIOloid (61.5%) - Of the two controversial Vocaloids, I did think Lapis would be more popular because of her design at the very least.

Kotonoha Aoi & Akane (71.9%) - I’m a little sad I couldn’t separate Akane and Aoi into their own spots on the bracket, but they literally have the same voice. It’s arbitrary which one is singing, which always saddens me.

Xingchen Minus (81.5%)

SF-A2 miki (87.9%)

Tone Rion (51.5%) - I wish they never changed Rion’s design. I loved the moe idol maid look. And the purple hair.

Natsuki Karin (67.9%)

Ryuto (82.5%)

Sachiko (65.8%) - Kinda surprised the enka vocal beat the versatile English male vocal, but maybe Jun is just too obscure...

Megurine Luka (85.7%)

AiKO (85.7%)

ASTERIAN (83.8%)

OLIVER (78.8%)

YUU (66.7%)

Kaai Yuki (75.6%) - I love how, of all the AHS vocals not named Yukari, Yuki is the vocal that gets new songs on NicoNico. And she’s the child vocal.

Tsurumaki Maki (56.4%)

unity-chan! (71%) - Is it because she has a design? Because I literally don’t think I’ve ever heard a song with her.

Genbu (60%) - This was the first tie. Kinda didn’t think that would happen until a later round.

Fuiro (53.7%) - Really?! I’m absolutely baffled by this result. Is there just an appeal for Fuiro’s edgy look?

Mo Qingxian (78.6%) - Kinsaki has even more votes than Ginsaki and yet I also forgot about her.

Cong Zheng (59.3%)

Mayu (85.7%)

Hatsune Miku (73%) - Poor Nemu never had a chance. The vote was closer than I expected though.

AVANNA (91.2%)

kanon (77.4%)

Yuma (51.2%) - Why was this so close?

Hiyama Kiyoteru (72.2%) - How did I get his name backwards? I checked the wiki and everything...

Haiyi (51%)

Kagamine Rin (77.1%)

Prima (77.4%)

Luo Tianyi (92.3%)

MEIKO (81.8%)

Chika (78.4%)

Yuezheng Longya (65.7%)

VY1 (86%)

MEIKA Hime (79.1%)

Nekomura Iroha (76.3%) - This actually shocked me. KAFU is so popular on NicoNico, she gets at least one new song in the top 20 every week. She’s even getting a SynthV! Iroha, to my knowledge, never had that level of popularity. The NicoNico-Tumblr disconnect really shows sometimes, huh?

Kagamine Len (65%)

Kasane Teto (88.7%)

GUMI (83.6%)

SONiKA (51.9%)

SOLARIA (90.2%)

Po-uta (85.4%) - ... Is he actually popular? As someone who doesn’t like Porter Robinson really follow YouTube original songs, I don’t see him pop up on my feeds.

ROSE (54.8%)

VY2 (60%) - I put VY1 in the poll itself. I’m an idiot. I really hope that didn’t actually effect the vote. Also, kokone is probably my favorite vocal design. I don’t really know why, but I really love her appearance.

MEIKA Mikoto (88.7%) - I actually forgot to capitalize the MEIKA for both of the plum siblings. I’m such a fake fan.

YANHE (95.7%) -  None of the V5 or V6 standard vocals passed this round, which probably indicates how well liked they are.

Yuzuki Yukari (75.9%)

Haruno Sora (65.3%) - Surprised about this one, but I’m also glad I won’t have to copy that weird N thing with ONE again. Copying the unique symbols in some of the vocals really is something I don’t recommend.

Utatane Piko (88.5%) - If you haven’t heard AiSuu, it’s a unique experience. Her voice is so not what I expected when looking at her design.

Mirai Komachi (56.3%) - The only isotope vocal to continue on is COKO, who I think is the least popular of the four released vocals. Fascinating.

Eleanor Forte (69.5%)

Xuan Yu (80%)

L♀LA  (65.2%)

Fukase (75.8%) - I know ALYS is an obscure vocal from an obscure engine, but still. I expect the pretty lady to beat the burnt boy, not get destroyed in the vote.

[vani-candy]

trust nobody, not even yourself

[tonerion-spotted]

tone rion spotted!!!!!!!!!

Got reminded of this lovely lady recently and drew her again

[henqtic]

Can’t Be Morning

paring: the darkling / aleksander morozova x reader

summary: a soft morning with the aleksander where he tries to get you up, not that you and any reason to be in the first place.

word count: 662. 

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you woke up to the feeling of light kisses getting place onto your jaw, nothing but mere flutters— lingering as he’d press his lips to the soft skin before moving onto the next closest square inch. he’d whisper a light wake up every so often, moving you closer and closer awake from the possibility of telling him that you already were.

there was honestly no reason for you to, not an inch of sun calling out to you both, effectively smothered and blocked from pouring into the room by way of the dark curtains that were hung in front of the windows. 

and either way, it wasn’t uncomfortable laying in one spot with him— arms loosely wrapped around your bare waist, pale legs intertwined with your browned ones, becoming much darker from the activities of the recent summers season— he, however, wasn't exactly being a fan of anything that involved him not wearing his black kefta.

his duties for the king had even been lightening up this past month, leaving you a full two hours that were free for you to just lay down and do absolutely nothing so you had no idea why he was so adamant in making you be up.

“morning,” he whispered, noticing your eyes cracking open by the smallest amount, quickly squeezing your middle and nuzzling his head further into the crook of your neck to get something out of you that wasn't a tired groan. 

and he did, that sweet like honey light coming from your throat, short, joyous but ending the moment you processed the seven lettered word that came out of his mouth.

“oh but it can’t be morning aleksander,” you whined in deniance, turning over from your spooning position so that you could face him instead of the walls— his arms not failing to take you in again as he hummed in agreeance to his last statement.  

his hair was slightly ruffled, turned up in different directions from how much he would stir in his sleep, dark eyes having slims of sleepiness in them and of course, he was shooting you that lazy smile. 

it was nice to see him like this.

“ah but it is, if i were to pull the curtains back you’d be blinded by the light,” he said with mock sympathy, tapping the place between your eyes with every syllable— your nose scrunching up at the feeling and the fact he'd think to bring that up. 

up until you convinced him not to anymore, that was exactly how he would wake you up. you didn’t know if it was because he disagreed with your plans to sleep in every day instead of going on a walk or just because he liked to see you pile pillows over your face in an attempt you block it all out. but you did know if you were suddenly thrown into a cold shower, it wouldn't be any worse. 

“don’t joke about that, i’m scared from the whole experience— i can’t even look at these windows the same.”

he quickly cleared his throat and fixed his posture as much as he could while still making eye contact with you. the only support he had on the bed being his folded arm and asked, “oh how will i ever make it up to you my darling y/n?”

his tone sounded not too far from of some lovesick fool in the fifteen hundreds. 

“stay in bed with me for the extra forty five minutes we have left and don’t try getting me to laugh again, i’ll just hold it in,” you threatened, his eyes rolling as he put his head back down on the soft pillow right beside you.

“maybe i’ll just get alina in here to do her thing.”

“i’ll actually break up with you if you do that, I'm serious,” you scoffed, taking the plush from under your back to hit him in the face with it.

“oh yeah, now i really am.”

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REQUESTED: "Hii may i request a draco x reader where they’re bestfriends atm but they both have feeling for each other and none of them is willing to tell anything. it’s winter, then they end up under a mistletoe. But the key is that the mistletoe only spawns above those who both love each other."

SUMMARY: y/n and draco find themselves under some mistletoe.

WARNINGS: none!!

WORD COUNT: 797

A/N: i'm not sure about this one, i've been feeling really unmotivated and uninspired... idk

"You're really not gonna tell her?" spoke Blaise incredulously.

"Of course not, i'm not gonna make a fool of myself." said Draco haughtily, but it was evident there was a touch of fear in his voice.

"You already are a fool, might as well ask her out." added Theo Nott from his bed.

Draco shot him a deadly glare before deciding he was ready to descend the stairs towards the common room.

"You should just tell him, y/n!" said Pansy, her tone slightly annoyed at your stubbornness.

"You know i'm not, you can stop telling me." you declared, sitting on your bed waiting for your friends to get ready.

It was the final day of school before the winter break; that meant saying goodbye to all your friends as if it was the last time you'd see each other forever, only to see them again in january.

You finally reached the common room, at the same time the boys did. A fortuity.

You caught Draco's gaze before everyone else's, always so calm and collected. He smiled at you, a rare occurrence because the boy's face never showed particular signs of happiness.

You smiled back, the joy of having finished the tests until next year showing through the bright grin directed to the boy.

You opted to talk to him, not to confess your feelings, you wouldn't have. It was nothing but a crush, one that didn't need to be revealed.

He saw you approaching and the thought of disclosing his love crossed his mind, but he wouldn't have. No, he wouldn't.

"Off to Paris, Malfoy?" you started jokingly, knowing about the Malfoys' usual 'common and boring' trips, as Draco frequently described them.

"Italy, most probably, it's much better." you giggled and you would have continued your casual conversation hadn't it been for your friends calling you.

"Y/n, Draco..."

"Yes, we're coming."

"No..." you stopped yourself to stare at your friends but they simply pointed out a spot just above your head.

You and Draco looked up to find mistletoe, mouths slightly agape at the unexpected coincidence.

You let out a laugh that sounded more like a heavy breath as you kept on staring at the plant above you, utterly scared of what might happen if you crossed his stormy eyes instead.

He seemed to have the same idea, keeping his gaze on the mistletoe, jaw clenched.

"Maybe you should... y'know..." started Pansy with her usual shrilly tone that only appeared when something exciting was happening.

Draco finally looked at you, but you didn't dare lower your regard.

"We shouldn't-"

"It'd be just a kiss, bad things happen to those who break traditions..." uttered Theo much like a prophet, interrupting Draco and his weak attempt at restraining himself.

"It'd be... just a kiss, right?" you finally spoke, barely audible, but Draco's ears understood your dulcet voice perfectly.

"Only if you want." he stated clearly, but you both wanted it. You had wanted it since the day you had met. But the courage to actually make the first step always seemed too weak in comparison to the will to maintain your friendship, the fear the sentiment might not have been reciprocated.

You tentatively closed the distance and he followed gladly. Lips finally touching after so much longing.

It was an instant you wished last forever, but under the curious gazes of your nosey friends you deemed it best to stop.

His cheeks were now scarlet and your own certainly felt hot after the searing moment you had just exchanged. You blamed the sudden heat on the observers, but you both knew the real reason.

"Well?" asked Daphne, leaning towards the two of you almost as if she was watching the most important scene of her favourite tv show.

"Well what? It was nothing, just- a friendly kiss, wasn't it?" you replied, staring at Draco once more.

"It would have been, but that is magical mistletoe." stated Blaise, pointing to the plant hanging above you. You lifted your gaze and noticed it had considerably grown since the last time you saw it, red berries adorning its every branch.

"And?" asked Draco, an eyebrow raising up in question and slight annoyance. Typical, but you couldn't help but love it.

"It only spawns above those who love each other."

At that point, your body was like on fire and you felt your limbs suddenly go rigid. You wanted to do something but it was impossible.

"Very funny. Hilarious, really." continued Draco, trying to play it off, but his eyes displayed something else, uncertainty.

"Try moving, it'll spawn there too." spoke Blaise, incredibly amused.

"I swear i would have told you." you suddenly said, catching everyone's attention. "At some point."

"No, you wouldn't." shrieked Pansy.

He smirked, "Then good thing this happened."

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Can you do where the reader is singing in the shower and stefan walks in and hears you sing for the 1st time and he's just obsessed 🥺💖

(Btw love your writing 🥺✨💖)

yes, this is such a cute idea! and thank you so much :))

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pairing - stefan salvatore x gn!reader (tbh i was gonna include something that would make it fem, but after i got done writing it i realised i didn’t include it at all, so i made it gender neutral!) 

type - fluff

warnings / includes - mild language, you getting embarrassed and throwing deodorant at him. italics is your voice when stefan is listening 

————

“Baby you’re highlight of my lowlife. Take a shitty day and make it all right.” You sang softly as you lathered your body in soap, scrubbing your skin so it was clean from all the supernatural activities you had taken apart of. 

“Oh, in every circumstance. Yeah, you make the difference. Baby you’re the highlight of my lowlife.” You finished the song with a little riff you had made up on the spot. You rinsed your body, basking in the warmth, letting the water relax your muscles that you had been using to throw arrows and knifes. 

“I got a man, but I want you. I got a man, but I want you. It’s just nerves, it’s just dick. Makin’ me think ‘bout someone new…”

Stefan furrowed in his brows as the dulcet tones of your voice awoke him. Of course, he didn’t know it was you specifically. He sat himself up on his elbows, using his vampire hearing to try and single out your voice. 

“And you’re right. You’re right, I got my guy. But I, I can’t help it. I want you…���

His eyes widened in surprise and he got up, following your voice to the bathroom. He creaked the door open, quickly closing it so you wouldn’t see him. But you didn’t hear the noise, your music, singing, and the shower all drowning out the sound. He nudged the door open a tiny bit, poking his head in and setting his eyes on you. He smiled widely as you saw you dancing and singing, using the loofah as a microphone. 

“But this sex would cloud your memory. A couple strokes to put it in, then you belong to me...”

His brows raised in pleasurable surprise as your voice carried off the note so smoothly. Your voice raised a few pitches, going off into the next few lyrics. He didn’t do anything else but lean against the door frame, staring in awe as you sang the next song. 

“Oh, I’m scared if I look into your eyes, I might see your soul...”

The rich, sultry tones of your voice resonated through the bathroom, bouncing off the walls and flowing through Stefan’s ears like a lullaby. He fell into a trance then, paying no attention to Elena, who walked into his room, looking for some makeup that you had borrowed the other week. 

“Hey, Stef, do you know where Y/n put my eyeliner?”

Stefan didn’t answer her. He just waved her off as he listened to you with a star-struck smile. 

“Stefan?” Eleną frowned, walking over to him and poking him. “Did you hear —”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s somewhere,” Stefan spoke quickly, not tearing his gaze from you. 

Elena raised a quizzical brow, peering into the bathroom, her mouth coming into an ‘o’ shape in realisation. She smiled and awed. “She has a beautiful voice, right?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe I haven’t ever heard it before. And we’ve been together for a year. And I’ve known her for three.” He turned his attention to Elena for a few moments. 

“She usually sings in the car with the girls and I. I wonder why she’s never shown you. She’s very proud of her talent.” 

“Well, I found out. Nothing she can do to hide it now,” Stefan grinned, turning back to you. His dead heart soared in his chest as he saw your head tilt back into the water. Your mouth opened, singing softly, but also projecting. You looked and sounded like angel. Stefan was sure had never been so obsessed with someone before. 

Elena smiled at him, walking away quietly to leave you two. You still hadn’t notice the two, much less Stefan, standing and admiring you. You were in your own little world, pretending you were on a big stage, singing to all your fans. Your friends would be in front, cheering for you the loudest out of everyone. And Stefan would be next to you on stage, taking advantage of his dance classes he took as a boy, spinning you around and singing with you as his voice was also a treat to listen to. 

“When you told me you didn’t need me anymore. Well you know I nearly broke down and died…”

Your voice changed from silky smooth to raspy and more free. You sang the Beetles’s “Oh! Darling”. A song that Stefan didn’t think you would ever sing because of the soft, controlled, and clear voice you had been projecting all this time. But here you were, impressing Stefan even more by doing a completely different genre, and crushing it, of course. 

You reached down into your throat, growling on some of the words, adding riffs and making the song fun and filled with emotion. You were using your whole body to perform, spinning around, stomping your feet on the ground, bowing your head down and bringing it up to make the song more dramatic. Your voice was still clear and controlled, impressively so. You hit each note perfectly. The high-highs and the low-lows. 

This was one of Stefan’s favourite songs from the 60s. He didn’t even realise he had started singing with you, accompanying your voice in harmony, when you stopped singing. Your head turned to his, eyes widening to fear and shock as you hoped he hadn’t been standing there the whole time. Stefan stopped singing at once, his face twisting in confusion as he didn’t hear your voice anymore. He looked to you, pulling an apologetic smile together. 

You opened the shower, immediately wrapping a towel around your body as you stepped out. 

“W-Where you listening this whole time?” You asked. 

“I was,” he nodded. “You shouldn’t be ashamed or anything, I —”

“Get out!” You yelled, pointing to the door. Your body was hot and shaking with anger and embarrassment - mostly embarrassment. Your grabbed a bottle of deodorant, throwing it at him in hopes that that would get him out. But of course, it didn’t. He caught it with ease, setting it down beside him. 

“Y/n, I swear, I —”

“Stefan, please!” You begged. 

Stefan shook his head, walking up to you. He took your wrists into his hands firmly, but gently, bringing you close to him. You rolled your eyes, adverting your gaze from him. He put one of his hands under your chin, lifting your head so your eyes would meet his. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” He asked softly.

“I dunno,” you mumbled. “It’s not something worth telling.” 

Stefan scoffed, not believing your words. “Liar. Elena said you were very proud of your singing voice.”

“You talked to Elena?” You brows raised. “Only for a second. She came in to look for something. Anyways, why are you being so modest?” He asked. 

You shrugged. “I guess I just get shy around you. I don’t know.” 

Stefan grinned at your explanation, thinking you were the cutest thing in the world. “You’re usually not, you know.”

“I know, but this is different.” 

“Well, I don’t think so. And I think you sound beautiful. Like, seriously. I don’t know if you noticed, but I was practically drooling.” 

You giggled, “I did notice. Your reaction gave me butterflies, you know.” 

“Well, good. You know, if you ever want to sing me to sleep or something, go ahead. I don’t care. Or sing while I’m doing work. That would be good, too,” he suggested. 

“Hm, alright. You gonna pay me, though? I don’t sing for free. I charge a hundred dollars per song.” 

Stefan laughed, “How about a hundred hugs and kisses?”

You pursed your lips, pretending to be deep in though. You looked into his eyes, smiling widely. “I guess that could work.”

“I’m glad. Now, I need to shower, too. Would you like to be my music?” Stefan asked. 

“I would love to.” 

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