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[REPOST, cuz I forgot some characters...]

Them having a crush

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Not my feminist king Jude telling Nika:

No I'm not gonna 'give' you Kate because for one - she's not mine. And for two, it don't matter who she's hanging around with she's her own gd person 🤬

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Hello! Please help me choose what eye color the kids of Gilbert and my oc should have! I want all of them to have different eye colors but dont know who suits best with which eye color. Ethan is the oldest, then Dahlia and Iris is the youngest.

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rip the event gives both cards as a reward

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cybird when I catch you cybird

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Breathes Heavily

I am so thankful for POVs ✨

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Secret Acting Instruction - Keith Howell

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

nsfw, minors dni

Emma: Prince Keith, you did well on your performance today. Cheer!

Alter!Keith: Cheers.

The light clinking of glasses resounds and Emma, who sat beside me on the sofa, takes a sip of the clear alcohol.

By the way her eyes widened, she thought it was good.

(I didn’t expect Emma to throw an after party)

I followed Emma’s lead and took a sip from my glass; the subtle sweetness spread throughout my weary body.

Emma: By the way, you were really cool.

Alter!Keith: Yeah, yeah, thank you. Think I heard that 100 times before getting back to my room.

Emma: Saying it 100 times isn’t even enough. Unlike last year’s performance, this one was about friendship and I thought you were a really great fit for your role. I’d read the original work multiple times, so I could imagine you in that role… But you were so much better than I could’ve imagined…*sigh* I should’ve asked for an artist to paint you.

Emma’s eyes lit up like the sun as she continued.

(Not a bad reaction. If I didn’t get into it, then there wouldn’t’ have been a point in going through all that trouble)

After Emma and “that guy’s” first performance thanks to their favorite author, the director unexpectedly took a liking to them and a second offer came.

Initially, I thought about rejecting it for “that guy” since he’s a pushover, but ended up changing my mind and so here I am now.

Alter!Keith: You looked pretty good too.

Emma: This time I was just a fill-in for a side character though?

Alter!Keith: Don’t be so modest, Miss side character who loves me so much. You almost changed the genre with that look of love on your face.

Emma: Uh…

It looked like she was aware of the fact, given how she looked away, ears red.

(It was a pretty realistic performance—)

~~ Flashback ~~

This time the performance was the classic story about rewarding the good and punishing evil where my character and his partner infiltrated an evil organization, exposed its injustice, and rescued the weak.

Emma played a low-level grunt of the organization, an upstanding “young man” who was the first to become an ally during the infiltration.

There was a scene depicting the beginnings of conflict within the organization.  

Emma: ‘Please wait! Your clothes are a mess.’

Alter!Keith: ‘Oh, it was quite the fight back there.’

Emma: ‘Are you hurt?’

Alter!Keith: ‘Getting hurt by those kinds of people would be such an embarrassment that I wouldn’t be able to sleep.’ ‘That aside, are you sure you want to follow me?’ ‘It seems I was mistaken for a traitor.’ ‘A weakling like you will die if you stick with me.’

Emma: ‘...I know. But I still want to.’ ‘Even if the path I’ll walk with you is harsh and full of thorns.’ ‘Even if corpses pile up behind you.’ ‘I will follow you for the rest of my life.’

Alter!Keith: …Stay in character.*

Emma: !!!

~~ End flashback ~~

Emma: Please let me explain. …I was captivated by your flashy action scene that came before.

Alter!Keith: So?

Emma: I forgot I was acting and fell in love.

Alter!Keith: Quite the adorable excuse.

Emma: A-at any rate, I didn’t expect you to take on another acting job! You could’ve refused. Did you perhaps fall in love with the stage…?

I shrugged as Emma blatantly switched topics.

Alter!Keith: As someone who loves me, do you think so?

Emma: …No.

Alter!Keith: Good answer.

Emma: Then why…

Alter!Keith: It’s thanks to you knowing the original story and helping me rehearse that I was able to put on my best performance. It was refreshing being instructed for once. Yeah, I probably liked that.

Emma: …You’re hiding something.

Alter!Keith: And you’re not?

(I’m not nice enough to tell you everything)

Unconvinced, Emma kept her eyes on me.

“I want to know” was written all over her face, and I knew she wasn’t going to give up until I told her.

(If that’s the case—)

Alter!Keith: Hey, let’s do it again.

Emma: Do wha—...Mnn.

I set the glass down on the table and kissed Emma.

I took her glass, placed it next to mine, and pushed her down onto the sofa.

Alter!Keith: Acting instructions. Want me to be wicked? Or do you want me to be nice? I’ll act however you want.

Emma: It seems like there’s a different goal in mind…!

Alter!Keith: Don’t worry about it. Come on, tell me.

I squeezed her breasts through her blouse like I usually do.

When I purposely pressed against a sensitive spot, Emma, whose eyes were shining with innocence just a moment ago, now exuded a sensual aura sweeter than nectar.

(You’re just as much of a pushover)

I continued playing with her chest while ignoring how she was rubbing her legs together.

Emma: …off.

Alter!Keith: Hm? Didn’t catch that.

Emma: …Clothes…off.

Alter!Keith: Is that your first instruction?

She nodded, face even more flushed than it was on stage.

Following her “instruction”, I stripped her, revealing perky nipples.

Alter!Keith: Next?

Emma: …Do I have to say it?

Alter!Keith: Of course. You’re giving me acting instructions, aren’t you?

Emma’s face grew redder as I kept staring at her nipples.

(This is why I can’t stop acting wicked)

Emma: Do what you usually do…

Alter!Keith: Be more specific.

Emma: …Please rub them with your hands.

Alter!Keith: Like this?

I asked as I gently traced around her nipples.

Alter!Keith: I’m rubbing them like you asked.

Emma: Here…

She took my hands and brought them to her peaks.

I smirked when I noticed her shaky fingers.

(You’re so easy to read)

Emma: …

When I gently rubbed where she wanted me to with my fingers, Emma’s brows furrowed in frustration.

She still wasn’t satisfied.

Alter!Keith: You were better at instructing than this. Be serious.

Emma: Then…I’ll tell you the most important thing.

Emma sighed wistfully and then grabbed my cheeks before kissing softly.

Emma: I…don’t like you playing a role. I like you as you are.

Alter!Keith: Meaning?

Emma: During times like this, just like you…I want to be loved with genuine feelings, not with acting.

(...I see.)

It was like there was a tight grip on my heart as she looked at me pleadingly.

(Definitely “serious”)

Alter!Keith: Isn’t it also because you’re too embarrassed to say more?

Emma: …There’s that too.

Alter!Keith: It’s good to be honest.

(I’ll stop being mean)

Emma: Huh…Ah…Nnn

I captured a nipple in my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue like she wanted me to.

At the same time, a hand traveled up her leg to her wet core.

Emma: So…sudden—

Alter!Keith: You told me to do what I wanted. No taking it back now.

Her hips jerked as I rubbed along her slit.

My fingers grew wetter with her slick and as Emma fell into pleasure, she seemed to forget I was avoiding something.

Emma: Aaahhh…

While I slowly fingered her, I thought back to the book the performance was based on.

When we got the second offer, both the other guy and I realized that it was based on a book Emma loved.

(The original work was Emma’s favorite, and she’d often recommend the other guy as the cool lead)

(If it became a play…)

(You might’ve called whoever played the lead “cool”)

(Would you have?)

I pulled my fingers out, released her nipple, and pressed down against her.

(You can only call us “cool”)

I thrusted into her and when I brushed her hair away from her face, regardless if she’s on stage or on this sofa, love was written all over her face.

*Here, Emma used the wrong personal pronoun for her line. She said ‘watashi wa’ (her pronoun) and then Alter!Keith reminds her that it’s ‘boku wa’ (character’s pronoun).

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Playing with Death

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Art by @dicenete

Screaming crying throwing up LOOK AT THEM. Look at gilberts blush ARAGAHAJGH. In my mind im pretending shes jerking him off thank u thank u thank u

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I don't even know what to say! 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️ I'm so happy, @dicenete, you have no idea!

Just look at them 🥹🥹🥹

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I love this silly and adorable man 🥺

A compilation of cute Clavis moments during the current event cause why is he this cute? I can't handle it

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Queen Michel & Lady Leticia

So after knowing how the former Rhodolite king actually looked... I really wanted to draw all these mothers with no luck in men.

First are Queen Michel and Lady Leticia, two tragic friends.

Judging from Chevalier's looks, his mom would be the most beautiful among the Rhodolite king's women. I headcanon she had the most aristocratic noble beauty. Clavis' mom was said to be playful one, so more lively figure yet she still got a noble charm I assume.

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Choose Your True Love - Azel Radwan (part 1/4)

This is the from the 4th anniversary event

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. 

I somehow wound up becoming Tanzanite’s God’s slave. Today, I made my way to the desert, full of energy.

I’ve recently grown used to God’s harsh way of  treating people that worked for him— 

Azel: You’re late.

Emma: ?!

The moment I returned, Azel, who had been waiting for me, hugged me with an arm.

Making me drop my package.

Emma: Wha…what do you think you’re doing?!

Azel: Huh?

Emma: Don’t “huh?” me! Let go!

(He never usually does something like this, and he’s not one to wait for me!)

Although he’s a living god, he has the appearance of an adult male.

I could feel his surprisingly toned body through his clothes and quickly pushed him away.

Emma: Is this some new form of harassment?!

Azel: What’re you talking about? You harass me like this every day, so I thought I’d get back at you.

Emma: I don’t ever recall harassing you.

Azel: A lack of self-awareness isn’t a good look.

Emma: You’re the bad one here, Prince Azel. Anyway, please don’t hug me out of the blue!

(Something feels off)

(It’s like he’s the usual Azel, but not)

Emma: More importantly, I have the thing you wanted me to get.

I went to pick up the package I dropped to hide my agitation, but before I could, Prince Azel had picked it up.

Azel: Thanks. Wait, when did I ask for something this heavy?

Emma: Huh? But I bought exactly what you wrote down, didn’t I? I even double-checked to make sure because I’d have to run to the city and back if I got it wrong.

When handed the paper to a puzzled Prince Azel, what followed was a loud silence.

Azel: Curious.

Emma: What is it?

Azel: This and that. By the way, aren’t you forgetting to say you love something or someone today? …Not that I'm expecting you to or anything.

Emma: Love? What do you mean?

Azel: …I see now. This is a dream. Just a dream.

Emma: Dream?

Azel: This conversation.

(That’s a pretty scary face he’s making…)

Emma: I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I should get back to the city. It’s getting dark and I’m scared of making my way through the desert by myself at night.

Azel: Stay here for the night.

Emma: …

Azel: Why do you look so surprised?

Emma: By any chance, are you feeling unwell?

(Only some of the rooms in the temple have been restored, and there’s no guest rooms)

(I’ve heard that if you wanted to stay overnight, then your only choice was to use Azel’s room…)

Even if that wasn’t the case, Azel preferred being alone.

He was the sort of malicious god that would kick you out the moment you were finished with your business, regardless of the weather.

I had a feeling that something was off, but perhaps this situation’s much more serious that I expected.

Emma: Should I call a doctor?

Azel: Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine.

Emma: Then that really was some new form of harassment—

Azel: Right, the new form of harassment.

(He’s doubling down!)

Azel: Are you serious? Your head’s as empty as ever.

Emma: I’m sorry. I’m glad you’re back to your usual self, Prince Azel.

(I never thought there’d be a day where I’d find comfort in that coldness)

Emma: I’m heading back then. Good night, Prince Azel.

Azel: …

Azel had a sour look, but said nothing.

Something still didn’t sit right with me, but I paid it no mind and left the temple.

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Tonight, the moon was so beautiful that I just wanted to stop and look up at the sky.

Ruffian: Miss, it’s dangerous walking alone in the desert at night. We’ll escort you back to the city. Come.

(When I stopped…)

The moonlight shined on what looked like a caravan.

At first, he looked like any ordinary merchant, but—

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Azel (polite): Should a caravan approach you in the middle of the night, it would be best to ignore them. Those men are bandits who prey on tourists by pretending to be friendly. You look like an easy target, so do be mindful about giving your money to anyone but me.

~~ End flashback ~~

(If what Prince Azel said was true, then this is bad)

I felt my heart shrink as I found myself surrounded by multiple men.

Emma: Thank you for your concern. However, I’m used to taking this path. Now if you’ll excuse me.

I wanted to run, but my paths were blocked.

Ruffian: No need to be so on guard, miss. Don’t you know there’s bandits around these parts? Look, see that figure over there? They got their eye on you.

(They’re probably with these guys)

(They lie about me being targeted by bandits, and as soon as they escort me back to the city, they’ll demand money—)

(Just the thought of it makes me shudder. I should probably head back to the temple for now)

(But they’d catch me immediately if they chased me)

(Ugh…please save me, God)

I sent out an honest prayer and started backing away from the men.

Luckily, they didn’t try to go after me.

Their previous bravado faded and their eyes were so wide, it looked as if they might pop out of their heads.

(Is there something wrong?)

I noticed the moment my back hit something.

Azel (polite): We have 1, 2…3, 4 fearless men here…Tonight will be a fun night, won’t it?

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HOLY HOLY HOLY SHIIIET. So far, this might be the prettiest cg of clavis😍😍😍😍😍😭😭

AHHHHHH IT'S SO PRETTY

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vic really loves his cursed boys

- mod kibby

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whats their problem