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🍠Locally grown Lincolnshire potato🍠 Art enthusiast and himbo enabler 24 she/her/scrimblo-bimblo

[mariamauva]

Xiao gets a new shirt for… reasons. The reason is definitely because the mesh is cooler for summer. No other reasons I promise.

(No but fr I saw a mesh embroidered shirt in an ad and thought ‘yeah Xiao would look extremely bbg in this’ so-)

[syn4k]

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microsoft wordart maker (REALLY annoying to use on mobile)

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[mmelete]

[carby]

[kazumist]

FOCUS FOR ONCE .ᐟ

✩ — request: so, look: xiao, scara, and lyney whos crushing on reader, but then reader is a bit (cough cough very) dense. how’ll they get their feelings across to reader?? also, do feel free to take your time!! no rush <33 thank you in advance!

✩ — includes: lyney, xiao, and scaramouche x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 335. reblogs and feedback would help me a lot !!

✩ — note: this has been in my inbox since july 20. it's literally november 8 as i finally wrote this request. uhm. title is based from focus by niki yay?

lyney had always been a bit of a flirt when it came to you. yet you would always dismiss it as his usual antics. but it astonishes him how dense you can actually get. although he was a keen liar when time called for it, he could never lie to you—he wouldn’t even try. yet even after numerous rainbow roses handed to you, you just can’t seem to get the hint. so the next time he would hand you a small bouquet of rainbow roses, he attaches a small note to it. je t'aime, it says. blush then creeps to your cheeks as you read the note, knowing very well what it means. 

xiao would enter the denial stage before he could even bring himself to confess. it doesn’t help that you’re also a really dense person, unfortunately. he tries to express himself through simple ways: shoulder to shoulder, letting you in his personal space, and more on skin contact (however, he doesn’t reach the point of holding your hand). but when those don’t work, he finally slips his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers together. when you look at him in surprise of his actions, the look in his eye is obvious enough for you to know what it means. so you hold his hand a bit tighter and give it a small squeeze as a response to him. xiao simply smiles at that.

scaramouche is getting frustrated. have you not noticed anything at all? he could only facepalm himself at your denseness sometimes. he treats you differently from others, for archon’s sake! why can’t you notice it? everyone else around him has probably noticed his feelings for you—everyone else except you, to his dismay. so when he finally, finally places his lips against yours, you were stunned. but you liked it. you liked the feeling of his kiss a lot. so when he pulls away, you kiss him again. and that was enough for kunikuzushi to know what you actually felt for him.

[imviotrash]

📘A surprise visitor🫖

[rayosechi]

Janeseth is in mind 24/7 and I can't get enough of them

I hope they interact more in the upcoming story 🥺 I will be drawing more of them till then

[stingray-art]

Weston College P4 “Drudges”

[icantdothistodaybruh]

Close ups under ↓

[heizouz]

begging for sub lyney + praise kink i'd do Anything

nsfw sub!lyney + gn!reader, praise, lots of praise, dumb lyney

this isn't my favourite piece but lyney is all i can think about recently so i just had to get this out as fast as possible. thank u SM for this req bc it's just made me think abt how much of a praise kink he'd have lorddd... n e way i hope this is okay!!.. <33

"you did so good today."

lyney thinks he will burst if one more compliment falls from your lips. you're close—too close. your hands are all over him, teasing the buttons of his shirt, tugging at his belt loops, tracing along the lines of his jaw. he's so flustered, worked up, adrenaline still flooding through his body from his previous performance.

his hat and shoulder cape have been discarded on the makeup desk behind him, your eagerness not giving him any time to take a breath as you'd hurried him into his dressing room and painted his face with needy kisses. lyney had laughed, pushing you away to cheekily ask if you'd enjoyed the performance that much; his cockiness soon fading once the praises started tumbling out between desperate kisses against his skin.

your thigh is between lyney's parted legs, his back against the makeup desk; hands fisting the material of your shirt at your shoulders as he grinds against your thigh. he's whimpering, soft and embarrassed—a complete switch to his usual confident on stage persona and you can't help but feel the wave of pride at the way lyney can't seem to look up, fixated on the way he moves so obediently for you.

"look at you." you sigh, head tilting as you watch him fall apart against your leg. your eyes are soft but dark, taking in the desperate cant of his hips and pretty gasps with every movement.

you're not even doing anything. lyney does all the work—working himself along your thigh, fingers curling into your shirt, eyebrows furrowed with concentration to make himself finish.

he'd been so stressed for his performance, so it'd been your plan all along to let it be known how well he did. the relief of finally getting his act done was clear as lyney was so accepting to relieve himself, to let you reward him for such a good show.

"just like that," you whisper. your hand tilts his head to finally look up at you, his eyes glassy and needy, "my pretty lyney."

lyney flushes at the praise, breath hitching, "st-stop, please." though his thrusts never seem to slow, hips only stuttering a little.

you take note of that, eyebrows raising when you flicker your gaze to his desperate grinding, "you want to stop?" you press your thigh harder against him, leaning impossibly closer across body, "but you're doing such a good job for me, darling."

"mh-hah-" lyney whines, loud, at the feeling of your thigh pressing hard against his cock straining against his shorts. he doesn't seem to realise how pitchy he's getting, brain fuzzy and too focused on you and your close body and the praises and his need to show you how even better he can be.

lyney can't think when you press your hand over his mouth to stifle his increasing moans. your chest presses against his and although he never seizes to slow the movement of his hips, your close proximity and the weight of your body pressing him hard against the makeup desk forces his eyes to roll back at the friction of your thigh against his cock. he can feel himself dripping against the material of his shorts, so incredibly close to breaking from just the press of your thigh alone. the thought would've flooded him with embarrassment if he could think properly.

you force him to keep eye contact, his eyes lidded and glossed over, the only thing separating you being your hand covering his mouth. your eyebrows furrow a little at the halt of his hips, "hm? don't stop, dove. you're being so perfect for me."

he feels so hot, his throat is closed up, unable to form a coherent word except the muffled whimpers and whines. his brain is muddled, the previous anxiety of a bad performance completely erased because now he's being good for you, he's so perfect, he's doing such a good job.

and to top it off, you lean in close when he starts to rock his hips at your command, whispering the words, "good boy." and lyney could cry.

lyney's eyes threaten to close, eyebrows scrunched and pretty breathy whimpers bleed past your hand over his mouth at the words, hips stuttering against your leg. purple irises gloss over with tears of pleasure, everything all too much and all you can do is smirk a little at how fucked out the usual suave and charming magician is.

"'m gonna-" lyney mumbles behind your hand, breath quickening and he pleads with his eyes, words stopping halfway to moan noisily.

"ah-ah!" you rip away his chance suddenly, hand dropping from his mouth and you back up slightly so you're no longer situated between his legs. lyney whines, bucking into the air at the loss of friction, eyes pooling with tears.

"n-no, please, please." lyney's desperate, voice broken and whiny.

"not yet, dove. 'need to get these off." you play with the belt loops of his shorts, tugging him a little closer. you smile wolfishly, going to pull the material down, "i need to reward you properly."

[mrsvnk]

now her turn

(it’s inspired by Yana’s art Cielizzy)

[luchigeon]

Have you ever drawn eric and allan? I miss them..... (happy pride month btw!)

I don't know much about them, I wish I could see the musical...

[lunar-beauty]

cielizzy x orpheus/eurydice parallels

[thegracefulknight]

I love this omgg

[wormyowo]

metal is surprisingly fun to paint

[questtneo]

Monochrome Kiss

[imviotrash]

Wooooahhhh the new Kuro cover looks great!

Anyways, did you know that Joanne was supposed to be on a cover, but didn't make the cut? Well, we can dream

[joanne-harcourt]

Doodles him. The sweet gentle marshmallow.

[cherry8maiden]

During this Hiatus madness some friends and I came up with an Idol Au where Nina convinces Joanne, Mey-rin, and Doll to form a group called the A3(the androgynous 3) and she creates gender neutral outfits for all of them.

We think they would perform gothic V-kei type music and switch between fem and masc outfits depending on the song…

Anyways I’m obsessed with them 😭😭

[imviotrash]

Regarding my last post:

Tmw the gang goes to a music festival and didn't discuss a dresscode.