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lilyseed · 2 years

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MLQC CH: 翔鸾游龙

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#ooohhhh my god these are so pretty 😍#mlqc

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lilyseed · 2 years

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My friend codes!

Every so often I clear out inactive friends, so feel free to add me in-game! I’m also always looking for active event allies!! :D

Ikemen Sengoku: P27S87MX0

Ikemen Vampire: P4B8GRB36

Ikemen Revolution: P9ZJ7Q9FR

Ikemen Prince: P4VNLWNJP

Obey Me!: 3633771477 (no longer active)

Tears of Themis: 200207651 (on pause)

#okie updated this to match lol #gdi i just realized i should have put slbp too.....

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lilyseed · 3 years

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Comte de Saint Germain Route PV

Out on December 26th!

Chapter 2 has officially begun~ See Le Comte and Vlad’s relationship! ☆

CV: Kazuma Horie

#maybe im drooling a little #eeeeeeeee so excitedddddd #le comte de saint germain #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire

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lilyseed · 3 years

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Ikemen Prince: P4VNLWNJP

Tears of Themis: 200207651

My friend codes!

Every so often I clear out inactive friends, so feel free to add me in-game! I’m also always looking for active event allies!! :D

Ikemen Sengoku: P27S87MX0

Ikemen Vampire: P4B8GRB36

Ikemen Revolution: P9ZJ7Q9FR

Obey Me!: 3633771477

#woohoo feel free to add me~ i have plenty of spots #i no longer pay OM tho #i need to edit this part on my computer lol

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lilyseed · 3 years

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Pseu!! MA’AM !!!!!!!!!!!! I am so sorry it took me days to leave feedback on this- I seriously read it as soon as it came out and then promptly blacked out and walked around in a warm, fuzzy stupor for far too long!

I just !!! *gently holds* cannot believe I am reading this T^T I had a thought and then you breathed life into it 🥺 thank you so, soooo much! 🥰💜💜

(now for the unhinged review) I WEEP whyyyyyy am I not on the receiving end of Shigezane smoochies?!?!? Whyyyy must life be cruel! You’ve made him so warm and soft and everything I could hope for 🥺 can I ask to be pixelated in my next life and thrown into this game??? gah I know I have a favorite line you wrote in here somewhere but I can’t see it through my tears of happiness! Just know I love every single letter you wrote here!!

It’s fabulous. Thank you. 💜💜💜

Pseu! 💕 may I request a drabble with Shigezane kissing mc? I'm talking about those goooood slow, I've-got-nowhere-else-to-be-except-right-here-against-your-lips kisses that are in no hurry to stop or even escalate into ~more~. Those kisses where each one steals every bit of your breath and you're left wondering how on earth you're still functioning 😌 *sigh* I could go on lol. Just some lovely smoochies with this man would be nice 🥰 you can add spice to it if it takes you in that direction! (I certainly won't complain hehehe 🤭). Thank you very much! 💖💖💖 - lilyseed

LE GASP, the most 🥺🥵💕 ask!!!!!!!!! Thank you for this, Lily, omg what a wonderful thing to imagine! Please please please enjoy. 🙇🏻‍♀️💜 Because there’s so much time for kissing in this, I made it modern, but we all know he’s smoochin’ you 25/8 in his heart no matter the time period!

(Requests are open through May 1!)

You will never get over his softness and the way you love finding it, even on the strongest parts of his body. He’s just so nice to touch. He is not puffed up or too big or swollen, he is simply strong and kind, even his body is kind, and it shows in the way his skin is so pliant over all his strength. Shigezane’s hand is a bit rough but it touches you with the gentlest sort of kindness, especially on your cheek where he rests his palm so lightly, his thumb making little up and down rubs that touch your lashes. You don’t know if he means to do it, but it is the most tender, romantic thing you have ever experienced and you are adding it to your list of things to tell him you like.

He has heat, but mostly he has the best warmth. Being near him feels like being cradled by loving hands even when he isn’t touching you. When he is touching you, like now, with that hand on your face and the other resting just as gently on your hip, you feel a safety you have not known since childhood, bone-deep and calming. Empowering. Like that safety will always exist for you, even when you have to break away from one another. That’s love, doll, he’s told you. You make me feel that way, too.

You ever just want all the clocks in the world to explode? he’d asked one day, mid-makeout. I’m happy with you, I don’t want time to exist. Let’s not go back to our dumb jobs, okay? At the time you had giggled and said that would be nice, but you were the one to eventually pull away and whisper that you both really should get back to what people were expecting you to do.

Now you know that this is what people expect you to be doing, and that makes you laugh into the kiss, gives you a few seconds to appreciate the sweet way he keeps breathing you in, giving you his own breath in return, warm on your lips with a perfect summer sunset kind of fullness. In the tiny break he slips the hand on your hip behind your back and squeezes you the small bit closer you can get. Being pressed to his body is the best because you can get so much of that hidden softness, feel the give of him in so many places. Feel the places he doesn’t give, too.

Then the smooth slip of his tongue is back, bringing you sweetness and mint-- he always chews gum before he picks you up-- and the gratification of the gentle way he coaxes you to open back up for him, and the whispered Please that always makes you toes squeeze tight at the joy of being so desired, the happiest you’ve been until you say Yeah and he says something like Aww man, thank goodness in relief, and then your love for him hits you all over again.

It’s been awhile, a few minutes at least. But you find yourself hoping all the clocks in the world spontaneously explode, or that, at least, the two of you will stay like this a few minutes more. Even if glass and numbers fell around you like confetti, you wouldn’t give up kissing him for anything but air.

#replies #pseudofaux #slbp #slbp shigezane #fic rec #cries im so happy ;;;;;;;;;#i've been sitting on this request since feb lol #you are TOO AMAZING !#this will be my bedtime story for many many nights heh #if i had done this review on mobile there would probably be an emoji after every few words lmao #anyway from the bottom of my heart thank you 💜#this is perfect 💜

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lilyseed · 3 years

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candid photos: victor ♡

more mr love art here

#oh...this is......Oh #victor #mlqc #mlqc fan art

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lilyseed · 3 years

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Thank YOU for the absolutely perfect pun! 🤣🤣💜

Oh gosh, that blush !!!!! it has me doing something similar to below every time :)

Bless you for that Harr fic 😫 I totally lost myself like a mad woman when his route came out...he......yeah 🤤 I don't even know what I want to say in this ask I'm still woozy from reading 🥴 lol thank you for your magical, wonderful mind and talent 🥰 - lilyseed

LILY 🤣💜💜💜 Thank you for this. 🙇🏻‍♀️💜

He’s really special! And potent. 🥵 That blush and that upper body could power an entire town, I’m sure. Harrwatts! ⚡️⚡️⚡️

(Harrwatts the matter, why are you still wearing the tight-fitting turtleneck, honey?)

#replies #pseudofaux #doing cartwheels all thru the magical forest #fun fact: puns are an immediate way to my heart <3 #harr

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lilyseed · 3 years

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MLQC CH: 盛宴热响 PV

hotter than hot~ (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

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and it’s wish tree! ♡

#okay but miss ma'am mc looks HOT #and the men too ofc #gavin.....i am Looking with desire #mlqc

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lilyseed · 3 years

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Thank you for opening up requests! May I please request a drabble that features Harr with a breeding kink?

screams a totally, completely normal amount 🗣 YESSSSSSSS!!!

You may, you may, I totally smiled when I saw this one. Thank you! I can tell this is going to be passionate but soft and tender and he’s probably a little conflicted about the whole thing, because he’s Harr. I’m excited! I really hope you will enjoy this.

(Requests are open through May 1!)

“I just...” He’s shaking his head slowly, like he is trying to dislodge a thought. “I want to... make... magic with you,” he says, frustrated with the way he bumbles his own meaning. He looks down at the shabby settee and resolves to tidy up as soon as they are through this conversation. If it will even be a conversation.

“Harr, you do,” she tells him sweetly. She is always ready to come to his defense, especially against himself. She touches his cheek and he knows she is trying to catch his eyes so the sureness of her smile reaches him. He has no doubt she means every word. No wonder he’s consumed with wanting her the way he does.

“No,” he says, and then when he sees her face fall he clarifies immediately “No— I don’t mean at you. No. I’m not being clear.”

She slides her hand into his and he squeezes on reflex, their five squeezes: I-love-you-al-ways. A different kind of spell that takes nothing and gives so much. “What do you mean, then?” she asks kindly.

His face is hot, but they are alone and she deserves his bravery. She has been so brave for him. Even as he commits to telling her, he finds he doesn’t have the words, which feels ridiculous— how can he ask this of her if he is so squeamish? But the desire snakes around him, vines of pleasurable imaginings wrapping over his mind’s eye, and he jabs his hand forward between them because he must move or his lust will choke him. He is careful to gentle the way his palm touches her belly, and very careful with the tingles of magic floating beyond his hand. He suppresses a groan, just imagining her full, of a child, of him before the child forms, of trust for him before they even begin.

“This,” he says carefully, looking her right in the face as she deserves. “I want this.”

Her recognition shows itself in wide open eyes and a quiet gasp. The smile that follows has all the perfection of a single apple blossom on a May branch, fresh beauty gracing the world without regard for what is deserved by lustful wizards. She is that glorious, that good. When she says “Oh... me, too, silly, was that what all this is about?”, he does not suppress his groan and he does not keep his mouth from hers.

Harr dared, in his wildest dreams, to think that if she were amenable to his fantasy they would prepare and then come together in the night, but after they kissed one another dizzy on the perfectly fine (lovely, actually) settee she pulled him to their bedroom, and he was, as usual, powerless against her. He long ago made his peace with that. He can see her better by midmorning light, anyway.

It is a frantic tangle of kisses and fabric just inside the door to their room. Everything has to come off, off. Now. If he is not against the skin of her legs in the next minute he will die before he can ever attempt to... Ah, his face is hot all over again, but his intent is stronger than his embarrassment.

“I’m going to take you to bed,” he says onto her mouth. The words feel like they are plodding out of him but he has to say them, has to tell her as best he can. “And I am going to make us both happy.” It is a solemn promise. Something to bind him up before he gets any further out of control. He wants to follow where his lust leads them, but not at the expense of her happiness.

She slows down and smiles. “I know,” she says simply. “Go right ahead.”

Her chemise is still on, but he scoops her up and places her on the bed anyway. It’s important to keep one’s word. “Off,” he says. “Please. Get rid of it. I want to see you.”

She hums and shimmies it up and off, but puts a hand on his chest, naked as hers is now, and the rest of him goes still immediately. “Harr,” she says. “I’m not going to run away. This is what I want, too. We don’t have to rush. And...” she swallows as if to fortify herself, “We can... umm. We can do this as many times as we’d like,” she whispers.

The way she is so conspiratorial about this inflames him and comforts him at the same time. No wonder he wants her. No wonder he’s been unable to deny this urge.

Yes, something-- it’s him, this is all him, as uncouth as it is-- hisses in his head. This. If you love her you need to fill her up, need to pump her full until there is no empty space and it bubbles out around you while you push the rest in. You need to fuck her, Silver, and put a baby in her so her tummy goes soft and tight, out and round, full. Full. Fullfullfullfull—

He leans over her on their comfortable, homey bed, and kisses her again while he shucks off his trousers. Already is he hard, probably a mess, hanging between his legs and aiming where he wants to go. A tight, wonderful curl of pleasure squeezes his belly so hard he shudders. Definitely a mess, he can feel the way a drip falls from him, seeking a fertile place to land.

“I’m ready, really,” she breathes between kisses. “I want it, too, Harr, won’t you please try?”

He wants to listen to her, but he knows what it is to be at the mercy of overwhelming need, and how foolish that can make a person. He traces a hand down her full, lovely cheek; her throat; the graceful bump of her collarbone; the swell of her breast. Put a baby there, a smokey voice whispers as he rubs her nipple in a circle the way she likes, but first you have to put it inside. He trails lower, drumming gently over her ribs, continuing the movement to tickle her and make her smile again. He curves out with her body to cup her beautiful hip, then comes back to her midline to find that yes, her body is plenty ready. Midlines are important in magic and hers is the most important one in the world.

He gives her one more quick kiss and presses his cheek to hers, then sits back on his knees to be able to see.

Her fingers part her folds for him, shy but sure. “I love you always,” he whispers as he watches. A spell that takes something but gives much more. When he glances up at her face, her grin makes him feel like he has, for once, said exactly the right thing.

And then it’s another frenzy and she is gasping, laughing, moaning his name. That’s perfect. Keep her happy and come in her, change her, change you both. He loves her, so he is careful to keep her in mind despite how the fit of her body empties him of most rational thought. He wants it to empty him of something else.

What thoughts he has left seem to subsume the rational ones anyway. He knows he is speaking the words and does not even feel embarrassed when he pushes her legs to her chest, slams his hips to hers with a deliberate angle, and says, clear as day, “Get. Pregnant.”

Her shuddery breath—it leaves her mouth open— and the way her eyes shine with need show him what he needs to do.

“Did you hear me?” he asks gently, slowing down to something more like their usual pace, warm and slow. The magic of summer. “I want you full, Alice,” he tells her, sliding his hands down the backs of her thighs and then right back up. Her eyelashes are fluttering and she is fluttering around him, too.

“Is this something you like?” he asks, and because this is a situation removed from everyday life he doesn’t feel bad for asking a question he knows the answer to. Her tight nod is very gratifying, just the same. “Tell me what you like about it,” he says, trying to tease and feeling like he misses the mark a bit... But that’s alright, he feels so much calmer now, still well in the grip of the desire to make her a mother but also stable in the thought that it is ahead of them.

She stutters over the word “Everything,” and it makes him smile so wide he has to hide it in her shoulder. She must be able to feel the heat of his face, but she can’t see him, so he feels emboldened to say “More, then?” as he hits her particularly close and deep. He thinks maybe he can feel the entrance to her womb and he groans so loudly into her skin he would miss her answer if it were anything less than what she gives: a throaty, desperate assent, and a squeeze of his back.

He wants to splash all over her, her womb, her entire sex, her entire being.

He gathers her so close to him it feels like their bodies will fuse and create something entirely new, the way the deep parts of the earth collide and become truthful stones and sought-after gems. She is clinging to him just as tight as he is pressing into her, and her little sigh of his name, passionate and gliding on the crescent of tension and bliss, tips him over. The first spurt feels more like a loosening, it flies out of him so fast. He concentrates better on the ones that follow, purposeful and direct. Take, he thinks, take root. The satisfaction sends pins and needles down from his back to his ankles.

His cry is hoarse in his throat and it feels thick, like something is leaving his body with the air. Maybe it is this mania. He’s not sure if he will miss it or not. He sits back on his knees again and puts his hand over her breast so his fingertips touch her heartbeat before he watches his last few thrusts, coated in white like livery.

They do nothing by this for the rest of the day.

#i HAVE to rb this because whhheeeeewwwww y'all need to bless your eyes with this too #hhnnggggg i am weak for this man #i will give u as many tiny harrs as u want sir #just toss off that turtleneck (or keep it on idc it's sexy) and let's GO #harr #ikerev #harr fic #fave

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lilyseed · 3 years

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keiji maeda ☆

more ikesen art here

#ehem......ti....ddies.......#ikesen #ikesen fan art

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lilyseed · 3 years

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Concerned/Angsty Question Prompts

1. “Should I call someone for you?”

2. “Did you take anything?”

3. “Do you want to tell me happened?”

4. “When was the last time you ate anything?”

5. “Can you walk?”