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[infected-rpd]

Rentry frames !

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[pink-sugar]

╰┈❥ Masks !! ♡₊˚⊹

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[regretevatortism]

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[julls]

The masquerade ball with Gortash we all deserved!! (they're probably gossiping about the nobles...) gorgeous Enver Gortash x Durge Juria comm from yec_yourz ♡

[limjiyeon]

MASK GIRL 마스크걸 (2023) dir. Kim Yong Hoon

[eroticlamb]

F.O.A.D , 2019 ₊˚⊹♡

[edenfire]

☕️💞 made with love 💞☕️

goro just can't resist kurusu-chan's coffee♡

[mukuberry]

"King of the masquerade"

I've seen quite a few people use this phrase as 'proof' that Kazui is secretly egotistical or proud of what he's done, so this post will be me breaking apart what I think he actually means

A king is the male ruler of a country, or in this case, the man who rules over the masquerade that Kazui lives by. A good king is strong, commanding, dominanting, someone who leads others and protects everyone within his kingdom. Someone who is respected and admired by all and feared by those who challenge him or threaten those he protects. In other words- a king is the height of masculinity. A strong provider.

Kazui is someone who, on the inside, has failed to become the ideal masculine man. On the inside, he priorities his emotional safety above others, he's timid and weak, he's manipulative to those closest to him, and he wants to be cared for rather than being the one who cares. Unfortunately for him, he isn't allowed to be anything other than the 'perfect man'. Even before he was born, he's had the expectation of being a strong man forces upon him, regardless of what he truly wants or needs. He isn't naturally manipulative, but has had to become so to protect himself. He lies and 'follows' the ideal of masculinity (the king) until he can become it himself- even though it's something he can never truly become.

But he's not just following the king in order to become like him, he's following him to get the king's protection. As said before, a king rules over and protects all those under him. A good king will look after his citizens, and as long as Kazui is under him, Kazui is given the safety he isn't allowed in his normal life. Kazui isn't just following any king, but the king of the masquerade- as long as Kazui lives under a mask, he is granted protection. He's only allowed to be safe if he hides behind a performance of masculinity. Kazui said it best himself, lies are "ways to live without getting hurt", and he will "lie until it gets better".

Even if the things I've just mentioned weren't true, even if they were Kazui flexing his ego or something similar, it wouldn't matter. I can't subscribe to the idea that this man is proud of what he's done because more than anything, what Kazui wants so deeply, is to be freed of his lies. To stop following the king.

Kazui is a man who has been torn between two desires his entire life- the desire to be safe, and the desire to be accepted as his true self. He cannot have both, if he wants to be safe he has to hide who he is, and if he wants to be true to himself, he has to put himself at risk. It's only after 39 years that he's finally made his choice to try and live as himself, but he can't just quit lying as he pleases. Dropping his mask means tearing down the kingdom walls and exposing himself to pain. He would have to live without the king's protection for the first time in his life and he is rightfully terrified to do so, he needs to be given patience and help in order to live freely.

TLDR: Kazui hides behind the masculine ideal. This isn't something he wants to do, but feels it's the only way he can be safe.

[untitledlez]

Halloween.

Want to share the Halloween celebrations with my pretty girl by breaking her back out whilst I’m in my ghost face costume. Have her over my lap n slip my fingers in her wet cunt knuckle deep, striking her ass with my palm every whimper she makes.

Flip her over n breed her deep with my cock, not making any sounds or conversation. Just fucking her senseless like she’s my toy, the mask looking deep into her eyes, n seeing how scared n intimidated she is with my hand gripping her throat, clueless to what I’ll do next n clueless with how I’m reacting behind the mask.

I’ll ruin u bunny, u think i really care that it hurts or it’s too much? That’s what makes sir feel good. So deal with it or I’ll have to hurt u more. And don’t even think about wriggling away.

 (not me in the photos, just a reference)

(this is about lesbian sex. cock = strap. men dni)

[infected-rpd]

Random masks by me !

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[emomanswhore]

wake up it’s halloween and i want this man

[limjiyeon]

LEE HAN BYUL Harper's BAZAAR Korea, september 2023 issue

[cnnmairoll]

Could I request Jing Yuan's fem!s/o visiting him at work to bring him lunch?

The General's Lunch

Pairing : Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : Sure thing anon! just a little something short n cute before I go to sleep :thumbsup: Also three Jing Yuan fics in a row, love this guy

You stood at the entrance of the Xianzhou Luofu's military headquarters, a delicate bamboo lunch box in your hand, and a warm smile on your lips. Jing Yuan, the general known for his meticulousness and indolent appearance, was your beloved, and today, you were paying him a surprise visit at work. You had prepared his favorite lunch, carefully wrapped in a silk cloth, and couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you showed up unannounced.

As you stepped inside the bustling headquarters, the soldiers snapped to attention, acknowledging your presence with a nod or a salute. You were a familiar face here, and your relationship with Jing Yuan was no secret.

The headquarters was an organized chaos of scrolls, maps, and officers hurrying about their duties. You navigated the maze of activity with ease, heading straight to the general's office. The door was slightly ajar, and you gently pushed it open to reveal Jing Yuan, perched behind his desk, deep in thought.

Jing Yuan glanced up at the sound of the door, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of surprise and delight as he saw you. "Ah, my dear wife," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

You stepped inside and placed his lunch box on his cluttered desk. "I thought my hardworking general might be in need of some nourishment," you replied with a grin.

Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, a slow, lazy smile playing on his lips. "You, my beloved, are a sight for sore eyes," he said, reaching out to take your hand and pull you closer. He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles before opening the lunch box. "And you've brought me lunch. You spoil me."

He carefully unwrapped the meal, revealing a delicious array of dishes - his favorite dumplings, a mound of perfectly steamed, fragrant rice glistened with a hint of sesame oil and scattered sesame seeds, and a selection of pickled vegetables. The aroma wafted up, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his pleased expression.

"Well, someone has to take care of you, my dear husband," you teased.

Jing Yuan's eyes crinkled with amusement as he continued to enjoy his meal. "I do appreciate your care, my beloved," he said. "It's a chaotic day, and this is a welcome respite."

You reached over and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, your touch gentle and affectionate. "I know you work tirelessly, Jing Yuan," you said softly. "But I also know that you're more than capable of handling anything that comes your way."

He turned to look at you, his gaze warm and filled with gratitude. "You always believe in me," he murmured.

"Of course," you replied. "You're my hero."

Jing Yuan set the empty lunch box aside and stood, pulling you into his arms. His embrace was strong and reassuring, and you melted into it, relishing the closeness. "You're my anchor, my beloved wife," he whispered against your ear.

You held him tighter, the world outside fading away as you focused on the man you loved. Moments like these, stolen in the midst of his busy day, were your secret treasures.

[doveish]

　 I love him so much, it just turns to hate ...

DOVEISH. ⸺ CLOSED.

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