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livin la vida locaaaa

devil works fast but i work faster 😼

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Gotta show off that face card, Sol : )

Just a quick sketch(*^‿^*)

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GREEN.

the drawings:

Ur special power is green.

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I am (surprisingly) still alive. : )

Can’t get this guy off my mind recently,,,( ᐛ )

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sapphire gaze print club is lads themed for June, click here to join!

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[ID in alt]

I still don't know what to do with their designs but anyways I'm trying to make a new PFP. I'll probably redraw them in their SQH and SQQ forms for now until I figure out what to do. Or like. Stop accidentally making them semirealistic instead of chibi.

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onychinus filed for bankruptcy, we turning to onlyfans now

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What’s on your mind , pumpkin ? Focus ... only on me .

（Really proud of this piece! Gonna share it here too~）

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Airplane: "Y'know what, actually? Go fuck yourself, Cucumber-bro! I'm tired!" Shen Yuan: "Why don't you come fuck me yourself, you cowardly fucking hack?" Airplane: "Of course you'd want me to fuck you, you-" Shen Yuan: "Continue that sentence and I'll-" Airplane: "You'll what, bro? Kiss me to shut me up?" Shen Yuan: "You corny little shit, of course you'd think-" (Arguing continues for some time before they inevitably start making out sloppy style.)

Bonus:

Mu Qingfang is waiting quietly in the background. He has to check on them because these two got into another "incident" on a "two player quest"--whatever that means-- again. This is the 4th time in the last month.

He later learns there's a betting pool on whether they're courting (or will begin courting). Wei Qingwei and Qi Qingqi have their bets on 'they're defintely hate-fucking.'

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smoll yanderes want kisses

give them kisses 🫵🫵

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smoll yanderes want kisses

give them kisses 🫵🫵

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Just because I remember that smut used to be called lemon back in 2011-2016??, I think that fem!Shen Yuan would definitely use Peerless Lemon.

That would cause the whole internet calling her small tits? Yeah. A pic of Peerless Lemon's not-so-small tits was leaked "by mistake" with a mini Luo Binghe tank-top stretched taut over her braless breasts? Yeah. Would the internet go crazy over Peerless Lemon and the fact that she doesn't have litte lemon tits and heart-pierced nipples? Yeah.

Of course that's also the only pic fem!Bingge has to find Peerless Lemon, after falling into a universe where for some reason she is male ??? and married to a Shen Qingqiu ??? (surprisingly also male), who just sighs as if the fact that random Luo Binghes (plural) falling into his garden is an everyday occurrence, he sends his husband to put the kettle on, and gives her the long list of information to keep in mind to finding her soulmate.

And, since this strange Shen Qingqiu has never been a woman, he just can theorize, but for Luo Binghe finding the "Shen Yuan" of that world is extremely easy even without the Peerless Cucumber ID — There's a Peerless ID, foul written language, and an obsessive fanaticism for... well, her.

So, Luo Binghe only has a pic of pierced tits (because the fabric is so stretched it could almost be transparent), an ID, and the hope of finding Shen Yuan and finally being treated with the devoted love she deserves.

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it's been awhile since :)

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i'll start posting again but it won't be as recent as i used to 😋 i have more free time due to the holidays sooo

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save a cow ride a boy or what um save a uh ride a horse no its save a uhh guys who we saving

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love languages for each lads guy

rafayel

G (giving)

R (receiving)

words of affirmation (R)

it's reassurance. it is verbal communication. he loves it, he needs it, he craves it. it's how you figure out so many of the pet names that get him going. he can't get enough of it. when you tell him how soft his hair is, how breathtaking his eyes are, how perfect his skin is. even if he's heard it a million times before (and he has), it's different when you tell him. it's real, it's true when you say it. how gorgeous his work is, how unparalleled his talent is, how no one else can compare. it stems from his past, more specifically his past with you. he needs to know the nights you spend together mean just as much to you as they do to him. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he didn't care. but you did know better. and he did care. you could see the way something in his eyes shifted when you praised him, like he was waiting, expectant. he'd glow the rest of the day when you blurted out how pretty he was, how sculpted his body looked. your words were motivation. sometimes he'd ask you outright. "what about this one, cutie? like it?" he grins at you, his eyes crinkling as he asks you. he tilts his head like he already knows your answer. he knows you'll say yes. but his heart still swells when he actually hears it. and then you point out the pigment he'd worked his ass off to make, the brush strokes that made rafayel's work his, his eyes narrow a bit. you have all of his focus now. he was watching you very closely now. you weren't just throwing out compliments, they were genuine. when you finally turn to him, you notice the intensity in his eyes. suddenly, you're worried you've said something wrong. "good eye," is all he murmurs, gazing down at you through dark lashes. and you have to look away, barely getting out a thanks.

quality time (G AND R)

he needs to be around you. like a puppy, he follows you around. and when you aren't within arm's length, he actively seeks you out. "there you are." his shoulders relax once he sets his eyes on you. even if he doesn't show it, he needs to make sure you're safe and he won't let anything hurt you while he's there. it's like you can never get rid of him. you're not sure if you even want to. he absolutely loves spending time with you. having romantic dates at home. you teach him how to bake something while his favorite music plays in the living room, swiping frosting on his nose and taste-testing the finished products together. he helps you with a painting, but one thing leads to another and suddenly you're both covered in colorful fingerprints and brush strokes. your bodies littered with all kinds of shades. everything feels so easy with him. one afternoon, you find yourself reaching out a spoon of food to his lips. he doesn't show his surprise, simply taking a bite like it wasn't as intimate as it felt. instead of simply picking you up for a date, he's coming earlier and earlier to watch you get ready. to lounge on your bed, watching you style your hair. sometimes he tries to do your makeup, dusting your cheeks, your lips, your eyelids with pigments he's picked out. sarcastic jokes are exchanged often. and never a boring moment between the two of you, not with his theatrics and your obvious love for his drama. "i think i deserve a kiss for each day you've been gone." he looks to the left, offering his cheek so you can give him a peck. he can get clingier after some of your lengthier missions, but you don't mind it one bit. and if he ever is missing you, he'll make sure you know it. "i've been so lonely without you. . ."

physical touch (G AND R)

rafayel maintains his mask well, a disguise of a man full of sunshine with endless smiles to give. it took some time to undercover what was beneath the surface, but even now, you found yourself forgetting that he's not just full of joy all the time. he uses this to his advantage. when his many innocent touches stray too far down or too far up your body, you're left hot and bothered while he continues on with his day. you can't look at him, trying to hide your flush, feeling stupid for thinking such thoughts the whole day. it's when you catch his sly little grin later that evening, "what's wrong, cutie?" that you finally understand his intentions. you forget he's just as needy as you, if not more (it's definitely more). it's evident in bed, when he can't help but push you over the edge again and again and again. you forget that an artist like him cannot paint passion in the way he does, without having something (or someone) to be passionate about. it's always sudden. while you're in a bath, after a bathroom break at the gym, he thrives on keeping the thrill alive in the relationship. and he's good at it. and he loves it when you're mad at him. more of an excuse for him to drag you back to his arms. "aww c'mere, where ya going?" you throw insults at him but he only smirks, watching you get angrier. if there was one thing he loved better than a kiss, it was a kiss when you were this pissed off.

acts of service (R)

he never thought about it before, how much he admired the way you went out of your way to help others. whether it was by feeding a stray cat outside your apartment building or by comforting a friend crying in your arms. he never realized how much he appreciated it when you did it for him. when you made him breakfast in bed, attempting to draw a heart with maple syrup on his pancakes. when you found him sitting in front of a blank canvas for hours and you forced him to get up, to watch a movie with you and bought his favorite ice cream flavors. when he has to go to an art exhibition and you help him get ready, to encourage him. but when you button his shirt up, drape the overcoat across his shoulders, tying his necktie ("do you even know what you're doing?" he teases), he only wishes the moment was longer. you inspire him so easily, without even ever knowing it. when you're showering together and you're shampooing his hair for him. when he repays the act, going through your complex hair routine and admiring the way you look before him. the love he has for you is overwhelming and every little thing you do for him only strengthens the feeling.

gifts (R + G)

he loves it when you give him a gift. he doesn't even care about the gift. he just melts at the idea of you, thinking of him and deciding to give him a present. and he doesn't know if you feel the same about his gifts, but he tries. his paintings, of course, thomas manages to somehow steal away to a local exhibition or a famous art gallery. but he gets to keep each picture he takes of you, each drawing in his sketchbook, each painting he hides well enough, no matter what thomas does. those are all for you. yes, you have your own personal photographer each time you need him, but when he makes a collage of your eyes, your skin, your hair, your nails, a testament to your beauty, you can't help but sit in awe. when you peek into his sketchbook and find doodles of your name, your essence is in every building, every flower, every curve drawn. as if he can't get you out of his mind, no matter where he goes. you'll constantly find canvases littered around your apartment. one pushed underneath your bed on your birthday, one hiding in a kitchen cabinet on valentine's day, countless images to show you how rafayel sees you. how perfect you are in his eyes.