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Due to Twitter's new policy, I would like to note that I'm not any of the artists I post, this account isn't affiliated with any of them, and I don't have any sort of connection to them in any way.That said, the views and opinions of the muse does not reflect the views and opinions of the artist being portrayed.Also, photos, videos, or any form of media posted on the muse's account are not mine and are used for aesthetics and roleplaying purposes only.Lastly, this is a role play account and is used for entertainment purposes only.

Lyzandré

Name: Lyzandré Antheunis Forrester
Face Claim: 2PM's Lee Jun-ho
Birthdate: January 25, 1990
Age: 31 years old.
Artist / Incubus AU
nsfw / mdni / bi / dom

ENG/FIL
Semi-Lit to Lit/Mirrored Lit
ENTP-A
Taurus (ic)
GMT +8

Before you follow: I post nsfw contents (explicit tweets, porn, triggering prompts), heavy profanities up ahead, and direct messages will be slow and sporadic.Do not interact/follow: If you’re a minor, you’re not an rp account, and you fit all the other basic dni criteria.

Likes: Iced tea, literature, Sudoku, Pokémon, horror movies, true crime documentaries, spicy food, pastries, music (no specific genre), Studio Ghibli, and sleeping.Dislikes: Dairy products, political talks, roleplay issues, and all the basic pet peeves criteria.

✥ English is not my first language so grammatical errors will occur, I have the worst typos, and I’m bad with dms.✥ The muse’s operator is of legal age and is already working, so replies and interactions will be very slow and sporadic. Dipping may also occur, please bear with the admin. Pestering the admin to reply quickly will result to a hard block.✥ Muse is multiverse, but single ship. Any plots done with the muse will all be platonic.✥ The muse's lit is in third person's point-of-view and is in present-tense.
My muse usually gives the starter and it is in semi-descriptive to descriptive lit. If you find it not fit for you - you can reply in your preferred lit, I will mirror it, and we will go from there. With that being said, all types of lit are welcome here.

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A smile was etched on Zandré’s face as he gently pushed two fingers in the tight opening, the gasp he heard raised goosebumps on his skin as he pushed it in deeper. Ah, this feels like the first time he held a paintbrush and realized that this was what he was meant to do. This is what he loved doing.
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Create passion. Invoke emotions. Produce masterpieces.
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He took his time, as he would with molding clay - starting slow and steady, biding his time. Works like these were meant to take time, never rushed. A chuckle slipped out when his live canvas let out a loud moan. He looked up and stared, totally in awe that his artwork was tinted red on pale skin.
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Beautiful. Perfect. A masterpiece.
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He quickened his pace, hungry for more, as he rubbed his thumb on the small nub just above his canvas’s core. Wet digits sliding oh-so easily as his masterpiece’s music provide the needed noise in his tiny four-walled studio, urging him to drive his gem to the edge.
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While creating the perfect little model, he suddenly remembered the first time he painted. He recalled the way the brush would mix in colors from hues of red, blue, and yellow. The way it would produce the most beautiful of shades. The way her lips opened wide in a silent scream when he curled his fingers just right.
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It was magical - how she could arch her back as he continued to work with his hand. His smile never left its place as the live canvas cried out, whined, whimpered, and moaned.
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And with another flick of his fingers - it was done. A scream echoed around the room as he completed his work.
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Euphoria.