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Dear friends,

A family member of mine has passed away. I will spare you the details.

I'll be gone until the end of the week or so.

See you then,

Lorei

#update #personal

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Celebrating Theodorus van Gogh!

May 1st is fast approaching, the birthday of my dearest darling Theo. This whole week I'll be accepting SFW asks from everyone to celebrate! If you wish to send in NSFW asks, you must be off anon and have your age marker in your bio! I will not be putting a limit on how many asks one person could send.

I've scoured Tumblr for lists of asks to send in and this is it! Please be sure to specify which list you're picking the ask from along with it's relevant number/emoji. (Example: OTP asks, number 5. // Random asks, ☘️)

Asks for OTPs and Self-Ships

Angsty Self Ship Asks

Random Self Ship Ask Game

Spicy Self Ship Asks

I'll be reblogging this occasionally. The deadline will be 4/30/24 9PM EST. I'm looking forward to celebrating with you!

#boost~

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after keeping it a secret for a few weeks, i can finally share the drawing i did for @keithsandwich’s bday 💗

maeve, (both) keith and myara’s cats 💘

chuchu, i’m so happy that you liked it! i had a great time planning and drawing it for you (keeping it a secret sucked tho, lol)

#STUNNING #OTP OTP OTP

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HIS FACE. PRICELESS.

Comte A4 and E5 please! It would be so funny to see him loose it

Hello! Thank you for requesting Comte, he was so fun to draw! I had a lot of fun drawing him in these expressions!! I love this silly man so much.

Hope you like him as well!

Expressions requests are open

General requests are open

Commissions | Kofi

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Nokto's route, chapter 18! >:)

Coming from Licht, this hurts especially much.

#... i got more consistent with annotating my screenshots as i started to post more of them 😅🙈😂

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Happy Birthday @keithsandwich!!

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victor with a high ponytail. rb if you agree

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victor with a high ponytail. rb if you agree

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victor with a high ponytail. rb if you agree

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I probably wouldn't use "smiled" as a dialogue tag (I'd probably go for an action tag instead), but I see nothing wrong with "laughed" being used that way?

Depending on the situation, you can probably combine it... Something along the lines of "she snark-laughed", "she snarked, bright laughter softening the sharp edges of her words"? 🤔 "Tit for tat, she bit back, laughing all the while"?

What are people’s thoughts on using smiling or laughing words as dialogue tags? I know it’s not correct but like,,, how else would I convey that someone laughed out a retort of some kind or some other situation? It just doesn’t have the same vibe as “she said, laughing” or “she said while laughing.” But also, I might just not be good with words and there’s probably some way to phrase it that would meet the same vibes I’m looking for but I just don’t know how to write it 🧐🤔

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I can't believe I missed Rio's birthday! 😡😭 I've been waiting months since finishing both of his routes to post this and wanted to specifically post on his birthday.

The pen I used was too thick so his mouth came out weird but I like it. 🧡🧡

I bought a new set of colored pencils for this drawing.

Because I really loved the pose from that CG and really loved the outfits from the other CG so I combined them.

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I will also be forever mystified by the fact that she didn't kick Nobunaga either. SHE HAD THE PERFECT CHANCE. 🤣

I greatly admire and respect Ikesen MC for her will power. Cause let me tell you, I would have banged Masamune the very first night, like the hoe that I am...

#chatting

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Blessed

William x f!Reader Smut ~1k

Who let the robin out of the cage?

Contents: control, masturbation, corruption, vaginal sex, mirror sex

“William.” Fiery scarlet eyes pierce through you, each a window into the hell of his soul. The devil itself could embrace you. A faithful sinner, you partake in the communion of his hands, the back of his fingers stroking your cheek with sweetly slow diligence. William seizes you by the chin. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, leaves your lipstick just short of being smudged. “Force me out of my hesitation. Just this once. Please.” “Be utterly shameless,” he commands, consumed by the blaze gazing back at him. “Take the lead, my darling robin.”

“You are yet to shed your shame completely? Ha…”

“Will —”

Raining affection washes his name away, a gentle spring mizzle turned summer storm. His lips pressed to yours, William coaxes you to part your mouth, greedy and growing only greedier. The scent of roses envelops you, those long fingers tapping away a crescendoing melody at your spine. You clutch at the lapels of his coat, pull him down by his cravat…

“William.”

Fiery scarlet eyes pierce through you, each a window into the hell of his soul. The devil itself could embrace you. A faithful sinner, you partake in the communion of his hands, the back of his fingers stroking your cheek with sweetly slow diligence. William seizes you by the chin. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, leaves your lipstick just short of being smudged.

“Force me out of my hesitation. Just this once. Please.”

“Be utterly shameless,” he commands, consumed by the blaze gazing back at him. “Take the lead, my darling robin.”

The mattress dips as you push William back. He needn’t order the obvious. But he has, so obey you must, fierce heat raising to your face as your legs straddle his lap, hands cradling his face… for your fingers to slip through his silver moonlight hair and force him to look up. To see you. To admire his tyrannical depravity and your lust, his searing gaze contradicting his blissfully saccharine smile. Selfish, William plays you like an instrument, each touch delivered to your thighs reverberating through your body in harmonic cacophony as your skirt rides up, and up, and up —

Is this a good thing?

Is this a bad thing?

You do not know, but you devour him all the same, your tongue slipping past his lips and sliding against his. Crimson fingernails press into your flesh, thoroughly unimpressed with the dress you still wear. You push his cloak off his shoulders, pull his coat down his arms… Sample him, over and over again, until a field of poppies blooms over his ivory skin, discarded petals marking a path down his neck, his pulse quickening whenever you draw near. You drink him in like sacramental wine. Buttons give in to you, newer and vaster plains being unveiled, there to be shrouded in the intoxicating mist of your breath. Oh, you love it, and you love it when his body quakes as you slide down his toned torso, past his stomach, further down his navel, when you dust affection to the skin at the border of his pants. And you love it when you withdraw.

You are gone, a queen standing tall, proudly staring down her defeated king. Palpable excitement sizzles between the marks you have scattered over him, burning only hotter as you beckon William closer, tempt him, lure him into your snares. Is it the curse…

“Sit.”

… or is it you yourself?

Compelled by your trills, William obeys your orders. Molten desire churning in the pit of your stomach, you shrug the straps of your dress off your shoulders – and yes, red suits you so well, but it is even more beautiful when it adorns the floor of his bedroom. William stares at you in complete adoration, appreciative of your every dimple and mole, every curve, every sweet nook for his kisses to pool inside of. You are free, free to do with him however you may please. You have spread your wings, soared so high, so far away from him… taken a dive, pecked his lips, those devilishly soft and enchanting, poisonous, lips.

Fingers entwined, you lead William away from the bed and towards the armchair. You push him into it, follow in his steps, his engorged need pressing against your back as you make yourself comfortable in his lap. A soft grunt is released; your eyes set on the mirror just a few paces ahead of you, you spread your legs apart. Slowly. Intentionally. Your body needs to be sure he is watching you, that he cannot possibly avert his eyes. Otherwise it would all be for naught.

“William…”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I…” you hesitate. “Give me the command.”

Your eyes lock in the reflection for one painfully long second. Your heart drums, conducted by his smile. “Is that your desire? To be bound?” His whisper wafts by your ear, and like Eve lured by the snake, you give in:

“Yes. It is.”

Scarlet eyes seize you, entrust you with the sin of knowing. “Pleasure yourself for me.”

You cannot resist it.

You do not want to resist it.

You question whether William has even charmed you at all as you watch yourself through half-lidded eyes, your very own hands cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples to then descend to the junction of your legs. You let a finger slip inside to draw out your nectar, add another one… Pump them, in and out, in and out…

“That’s right… That’s a good girl.”

William joins you. You need no further encouragement. Not then. Not when his hands replace yours, when he strokes you so expertly and your tender moans struggle to drown out the irrefutable squelching. Not when you unbuckle his belt, not when you grasp his shaft, stroke it, and not when you let it slide over your slit, wet it with your own desire… sink onto it, all the while watching as it is accepted into your body, filling you so delightfully. The silver mirror does not lie. You move your hips, so mesmerised by your reflections, by the shine of the rings that adorn his fingers as they grasp at your flesh. William caresses your breasts, his touch flowing down your sides. You are blessed. You truly are blessed, you realise, as he begins thrusting into you. Your voice loud and clear, you swear you will give all of yourself to him.

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I personally don’t feel comfortable tagging people under the occasional suggestive / smut stories I write. I hope you understand.

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#william rex #ikevil william #ikemen villains william #ikevil #ikemen villains #ikemen series #starlitmanornetwork

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What is this Cybird?

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Fiery scarlet eyes pierce through you, each a window into the hell of his soul. The devil itself could embrace you. A faithful sinner, you partake in the communion of his hands, the back of his fingers stroking your cheek with sweetly slow diligence. William seizes your chin. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, leaves your lipstick smudged. “Force me out of my hesitation. Just this once. Please.” “Be utterly shameless,” he commands, consumed by the blaze gazing back at him. “Take the lead, my darling robin.”

~ Blessed; William Rex x f!Reader; smut

In case you were wondering how I'm doing.

I'll be normal once I'm done with this. I swear.

#william rex #ikevil #ikemen villains #ikevil william #ikemen villans william #ikemen series

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— eyes: william rex.

— notes + warnings: william rex x harriet crawford ( oc ). no warnings. a little something written solely to treat myself because i've almost reached a point of a burnout. yes, i am playing something by cybird again. — word count: 429

your eyes betray you, robin.

she walked erect; proud and unbeatable, a monarch with no war lost. sometimes, her lips seemed to press shut as if honouring an oath that allowed no slip-ups. something tremendously heavy lurked in-between the thick hairs of her eyebrows and appeared to warn that a step too close could be fatal. it was the mock-authority; a seal on her heart. a fortress greatly guarded.

but her eyes. oh, her eyes; the pools of warm hazel like forest grounds basked in sunlight. like ferns and moss and penny buns and tree barks. a pair of traitors overwhelmed with curiosity, clouded by wonder so profound it almost pierced a veil of reality. akin to little thieves, they stole their glances at whatever called out to them; a dress shamelessly displayed beyond the boutique's window, a handsome man made mysterious by a fedora, a steaming pastry resting underneath a generous layer of powdered sugar in the bakery, and – whenever they thought they were particularly slick – a certain villain. 

they seemed to attempt to strip him off of something; to plunge deep underneath the gloomy waves of his mind. it was a tenacious, burdensome endeavor, it seemed. the type to leave one empty handed. 

william relished in getting crumbs of such attention. bold, yet utterly shy, reeking of interest despite the best efforts to remain subtly unnoticed. it spoke volumes of a desire – dark and velvety – kept under a lock and key. he recognised it as a cry for help. a plea for attention. an unspoken prayer for him to make the walls of her fortress crumble into nothing but dust. 

and it was loud.

william heard it across the vast sea of chitter-chatter and clinks and clanks. his crimson eyes – sharp and smiling – trailed off a man who’s just bid him the most cordial farewell, and met hers. she devoured him and found him hard to digest, it appeared; a notion that made his smooth smirk deepen with an unspoken promise. she stripped him of both clothes and facade, and he remained certain that she ached to have her hands on his skin and herself beneath it. 

your eyes betray you, robin. they’re begging you to give in, tempting you to trust.

but ever so stubborn, she looked away, wholly unaware of how her thoughts leaked from out of her pores; seeping. her gaze drifted elsewhere, once more hazed by a heavy thought. a wonder. a decision in the making. 

you know what they say, my little girl – stare into the abyss, and the abyss stares back at you.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

#swooning #kicking feet #kame we are falling #kame save me #kame please #swooning harder