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menherafication · 4 months

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gonna draw the whole cast eventually =w=

#paradox live #paralive #kantaro misuji #kenta mikoshiba #hokusai masaki #kei miyama #im just drawing people in no particular order ^_^ having fun.

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fleuraward · 27 days

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PARANEKO + CHARACTERS

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froqpi-art · 5 months

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you poor thing

#sorry idk captions #paradox live #paralive #1nm8 #kei miyama #miyama kei #rokuta #itsuki #i’ve been listening to the drama tracks during lunch #my art

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yatonokami · 6 months

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paradox live textposts || (3/?)

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arklayraven · 2 months

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Paralive Dope Show 2024 illustration dropped!!

Here's the characters illustrations transparents that I got and edited from the official site.

#;little raven speaks #paradox live #paralive #;my edits #allen sugasano #saimon naoakira #kanata yatonokami #shogo yamato #yuto inukai #kei miyama #dongha yeon #long post

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paraliveimaginesblog · 24 days

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Kabedon Maybe a little suggestive, with shion shogo kei and itsuki

Itsuki:

Itsuki always had the tendency to get too close. He thought he saw a touch of something else to your face, paler than normal or perhaps a touch of color that wasn’t usually there, and it worried him. He didn’t tend to use his words in moments like that, instead invading your personal space, a gentle but firm hand on your face as he felt how warm you were or inspected any marks he saw closer. He never seemed to think about the intimacy of how close he could get to you without questioning it, especially when he had you backed up against a wall after suddenly approaching. There’s another change on your face that has his brows knitted in concern, mumbling out a question about your health while you avoided telling him the reason behind your flustered appearance.

Kei Miyama:

Sometimes, Kei just wanted to be close to you. The skin-on-skin contact brought a sense of peace, like you were a safe haven that protected him from the pain of the outside world. It wouldn’t do for him to lose himself completely in you but the temporary relief is what allowed him to continue walking forward, giving him a chance to gather his thoughts. You found, however, that when Kei was lost in his thoughts he didn’t seem to realize what he was doing, his fingers tracing along your lips, your jaw, and occasionally along an exposed collarbone. He had you fighting to catch your breath, transfixed on his beauty, the way he just seemed to glow when he got close to you. It might make your heart feel like it’ll leap out of your chest but you treasured these moments with him, where he allowed himself to be a little more human.

Shion Kaida:

Shion can’t help how he yearned for you when you were gone. With his movements still limited, the only time you had to spend together was scheduled, and it was minimal at that as he was always kept busy trying to prove he could be a productive member of society again. When he sees your face again he can’t help but feel like a ravenous beast, knocking you back onto the softest surface nearby, having his hands on either side of your head as he looked down and admired how pretty you were underneath him. His hair tickled your nose and left you giggling despite the mood he was trying to set, and even Shion had to chuckle, sweeping his hair out of the way as he couldn’t let you stay distracted.

Shogo Yamato:

Shogo hadn’t even realized you were home, and came to greet you like an excitable puppy who had no concept of how long his owner had been gone but what he did know was that he missed you dearly. In his excitement he did happen to forget that he was wearing only a towel around his waist, fresh out of the shower, and the sopping wet look did a shocking amount for his sex appeal. You feel your heart clench in your chest as he greeted you with enthusiasm, your back to the wall as you tried not to look down; there was no harm in appreciating your boyfriend’s body but you wanted to at least enter the house before getting frisky. You don’t know what possessed him to get so close and demand your complete attention, but you weren’t about to complain.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Itsuki #Shogo Yamato #Kei Miyama #Shion Kaida #Itsuki x Reader #Shogo Yamato x Reader #Kei Miyama x Reader #Shion Kaida x Reader

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withoutzeuzey · 2 months

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EGOlution.................................. my beloveds

(i do not have the time to draw the details on their clothes sorrynotsorry)

I also do not have the time to color so i just made a monochrome drawing and added gradient map lol it needed more contrast so i was editing it but csp doesnt let me save it so in the end the values arent good,,,,

#paradox live #paralive #fanart #1nm8 #kei miyama #rokuta #itsuki

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idolstitching · 27 days

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⫽.♡ › renders!┊paraneko illustrations — 2/2 ✂️ ˖ ࣪⭑

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yatonekoami · 3 months

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Take my hand, don't let me go.

Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami, Nayuta Yatonokami, Kei Miyama, Shion Kaida x GN! Reader.

What does it feel like, to hold his hand?

Tags: romantic fluff, headcanons.

♡ KANATA YATONOKAMI

— His hands are considerably svelte, despite the roughness and calluses brought by a life of hardships.

— Just as the rest of him, he really doesn’t pay much attention to them, and yet it’s undeniable they are pretty.

— You wonder, how come his skin is always silky smooth when he doesn’t bother with hand creams and has no qualms with getting his hands dirty to protect the ones he loves (read, you and Nayuta) or get his job done.

— You pout as you ask him exactly that, as you walk hand in hand through the cluttered neighborhood in the slums; the last rays of crepuscular light filter through the buildings, clothes hanging on a drying thread decadently beautiful when they sway on the wind.

— Kanata was always beautiful, but, in this light, he looks nothing short of an angel. A fallen angel, discarded by lady luck and the fates, now descended into your arms, his decaying tainted wings soaring to sunnier skies by your side.

— “Not fair… Why are your hands so soft?” You ask, lips scrunched up as you come to a stop and slot your fingers between his.

— Cozmez’s elder blushes at the contact of your two palms.

— “Adorable.” You think, closing your fingers around his.

— “It’s not like they’re that soft.” He grumbles, looking to the side, locks of silver lilac blooms merging with the dusk sky.

— “They’re pretty too…” You trail off, gently grasping one of his hands in between your two, as you tenderly caress the protruding tendons and veins.

— “H-hey, stop it!” Your boyfriend wails, face not unlike the ruddy hue of the setting sun.

— You smile softly, putting his warm palm against your cheek.

— “Your hands are so pretty, Kanata… Just as you are.” You mumble, leaving a kiss to the inner side of his wrist.

— And because Yatonokami Kanata was easily flustered, despite the frown he showed the world, he takes the back of your head and leans you close to his chest.

— His heartbeat is wild, much in the way he is, a rose with steel thorns and midnight petals, some of them wilted; yet to those who approach it with care and true love in their hearts, it awards them with the sweetest scent and a whimsical view.

— You’re never letting go.

♡ NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

— Like Kanata, has naturally pretty hands.

— Slender than Kanata’s, with veins slightly more marked in color, the blue hue reminding you of the skies he called “not as beautiful as you.”

— Sometimes, you give him your bow hair tie to keep it for you. And of course, your lover likes wearing it around his wrist. You can’t resist holding hands with him when he does that, swinging them happily as you walk. It’s adorable how he chuckles every time his eyes inevitably focus on your smile.

— You find it so cute how Nayuta’s hands get easily red with the cold.

— And because he definitely has a mischievous side, he always adored holding your face when his skin was freezing.

— You gasp, a whine of “Nayuuutaa!” escaping you, his cute laughter enough to make you think you would let him put his freezing hands beneath your shirt.

— “You always warm up my heart and my hands. You’re cute.” He says, effectively leaving you speechless.

— Your face buries in your boyfriend’s chest at the remark, he really is going to be the death of you.

— Other times, when you two are just hanging out on the rooftop, you love seeing his fingers splayed out against the bright blue sky.

— As if reaching out, hoping to catch a drifting dream, you love to stretch out your own hand next to his, pinkies touching.

— It’s funny, how the gesture is enough to make your own heart flutter, when you’re the one who initiated it.

— Your cheeks burn, not unlike the blinding sunshine above, when you realize Nayuta’s lavender gaze is set on you.

— Because who cared about blue skies and sunny days when he had you by his side?

— Not him, that’s for sure, the moment his lips tease the corner of yours.

♡ KEI MIYAMA

— All of him is the embodiment of perfection; a picture perfect angel, seemingly descended upon this earth just to grace you with his candid light.

— And the way he holds you is no exception.

— His hands are soft, gentle; the hands of a man born to create melodies, light dancing at the tip of his fingertips with every added note.

— You adore his svelte fingers entwined with yours, the memory of wintry leaves swaying across a sunny sky so vivid when his hands hold yours.

— The way his phantometal bracelet envelops his wrist makes you jealous at times, prompting you to slip your fingers beneath it, caressing his peachy skin in that area.

— Your lover’s reactions are demure, elegant, much like everything he does, but you never miss the rosy blooms flowering on his cheeks when you two are intimate like this.

— It’s undeniable 1Nm8’s leader has beautiful hands, and you love making him try on your own accessories.

— Maybe you’re a fool, but you can’t take your eyes off his slim fingers when you put one of your silver rings on them; you hope one day, you’ll wear matching ones.

— “My love? Is there anything wrong?” He asks, when you fall silent, those slate eyes framed by the rays of sunrise searching for your gaze in concern.

— You start, hand squeezing his with tenderness.

— “Nothing, nothing…” You trail off, a subtle smile tugging at your lips. “Just thinking about the future I suppose.”

— He returns the smile, turning your hand around in his soft grasp.

— “I hope you saw me in it.” He utters, thumb running over the back of your hand.

— You wonder how someone's touch can be so affectionate and leave your stomach all knotted up, the trajectory of butterflies over aurora skies aflutter up your heart.

— You finally nod, playing with your ring still around his finger.

♡ SHION KAIDA

— Mans is canonically attractive; let’s not forget he seduces men and women of all ages.

— And, of course, he will use his hands to charm you, among other things.

— You were drawn in by his otherworldly aura at first, that ruby gaze fixated on you, half-lidded, as if you were the only one that existed to him in that moment.

— And well, how could you resist him? Not when his tall frame slightly bends over to whisper in your ear how pretty you are; not when his voice lures you in like a siren’s song.

— Not when his manicured hand trails over the edge of your jawline, dark polished index nail delicately tracing the edge of your painted lips.

— You know he is danger spelled in shades of moonlight over pomegranate seeds. And yet, you can’t resist his pull.

— The way his hands, lean, yet stronger than they look, hold your waist while his lips fervently lock with yours drives you crazy.

— You love trailing the contours of his sculpted bones when you two are just relaxing, the phantometal piece he wears on his left pinky hypnotizing you.

— And not only that, but on occasions like this, he often manages to leave you flustered; sometimes it’s him tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, fingertips lingering on your cheek for longer than necessary; other times it’s him putting his claw-like ring on your middle finger, whispering “for my rose” as he leaves a kiss behind your ear.

— Your favorite, however, are the tranquil nights in which you can relax together, his more vulnerable and sensitive side coming out in deep conversation while you paint his nails.

— A starry sky awaits for you just outside the window, but you’d rather lose yourself in the moonstone hue of his long fingers and the constellations he strings together with the emotions only you are privy to.