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My take on dragon Sylus, fresh out of prison

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i need to know what was in that. picture…… but inmy head. kid zayne has a bowl cut

herez little zaynie and da post yayqyy

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Rafayel has earned unlimited access to claw machine enrichment time as a reward for coming home early and listening to his wife

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thinking abt boyfriend!caleb...

boyfriend!caleb who fixes everything without you even needing to ask. drawer sticking? already taken care of. lamp flickering? rewired it. he doesn't tell you—he just watches as you notice it later and coyly grins into his coffee. 

boyfriend!caleb who claims he's not tired after a long mission, only for you to find him half-asleep on the couch, boots still on and one arm curled around a pillow. His mouth is slack, just barely drooling onto the fabric, grumbling something unintelligible as you try to take off his shoes for him. 

boyfriend!caleb who never talks about his nightmares, but you know he has them. sometimes you wake to find him already staring at the ceiling, eyes tired and fingers quietly tracing his necklace. you don't press—you just reach for his hand under the covers, and he squeezes back like that's all he needed to fall back asleep again. 

boyfriend!caleb who always insists on carrying the groceries, your bags, or even your water bottle if you're out walking together. “what kind of man would I be if I let you haul this on your own?” he says, smug—but you catch him sneaking glances at your smile every time. 

boyfriend!caleb who brushes your hair behind your ear while you're half-asleep just to get a better look at your face. when your eyes flutter open, he’s still staring, mischief in his voice as he mutters, “would you look at that—i’m still not dreaming. guess i’m really stuck with you after all, pips.” 

boyfriend!caleb who likes it when you sit on the counter while he cooks. Not because it's helpful, but because he likes having you close, swinging your legs and stealing tastes while he pretends to scold you. “that’s for the plate, not your fingers. …okay, one more.” you’re lucky you're cute. 

boyfriend!caleb who doesn't say he's jealous, but suddenly gets a lot clingier after someone else makes you laugh. an arm slung around your waist, chin hooked over your shoulder, voice low and casual as he asks, “new friend of yours?” as much as you tease, he just hums and pulls you closer. “didn't know I needed to remind you who you belong to.” 

boyfriend!caleb who hates fighting with you—not because he can't argue, but because he refuses to let it wedge between you. even if he's still annoyed, he'll find you in the dark, sliding his arm around your torso, voice firm. “we’re not ending the night like this. i’m mad, you're mad, fine. but i’m not losing sleep over something we can fix. not with you.” 

boyfriend!caleb who pouts when you steal his jackets, but always makes sure the next one you take smells freshly laundered and has something tucked in its pocket—a wrapped candy, a scribbled note, a folded paper star—something small. something tender. something that’s his. 

boyfriend!caleb who doesn't flinch when you're angry because he wants you to feel safe expressing anything with him. he lowers his voice, softens his expression and says, “okay, hit me with it. no shields.” and he listens. 

boyfriend!caleb who dreams of a small life away from the fleet, from Ever, from everything. a place where no one knows his name, where the two of you can be ordinary. even when you blow off the prospect, he’s already mapped it out in his head, blueprints and all. 

boyfriend!caleb who doesn't let you see how much it kills him that he's part machine. but every time your fingers brush the metal of his arm, and you don't flinch—every time you press your lips to the cold and say, “still you”—something in him stitches back together. 

boyfriend!caleb who can't stop watching you when you're distracted. reading, cooking, tying your shoes, it doesn't matter. he stares like you're the most fascinating thing in the world. and when you catch him, he just shrugs. “what? can't look at my beautiful girl?” 

boyfriend!caleb who says “mine” under his breath when he kisses you. it’s not about ownership, it’s about fear. like he still can’t believe you chose him. like if he doesn’t say it out loud, the world might steal you back. 

boyfriend!caleb who has contingency plans for if you go missing. not because he doesn't trust you (at least, for the most part), but because the world is dangerous. he's memorized every route of town, planted caches, and learned the faces and names of potential threats. you’ll never know how deep it goes. 

boyfriend!caleb who keeps a photo of you hidden behind the inner clasp of his uniform, its surface creased and edges softened by time and touch. no one knows it's there, not even you—but when the world turns brutal, pressures high and hands bloody, he’ll press his fingers to it like a lifeline. and sometimes, when no one's looking, he unfolds it—just for a moment—and allows his eyes to soften in a way his subordinates never see. you’re his axis. his anchor. his only constant in a world of smoke and lies. he’d crawl through fire, through blood, and through everything he hates about himself just to come home to you. 

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Rafayel’s equivalent of “You cheated on me in my dream”

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sculpted his lover's face just to be able to touch it again :(

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250613 NCTsmtown Twitter Update

"2025 DOYOUNG CONCERT [ Doors ] with #진지도 #GOT7 #박진영 #BLACKPINK #JISOO"

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Insatiable - Sneak peak

I promise I haven't forgotten to write the next chapter! I just went back to school and was hit with assignment after assignment, especially since I took a week off. The chapter is coming along, I decided to include a special part about Caleb's birthday since it's his birthday month (yes I got the card and yes I will be implementing it into this story, I'd be crazy not to but that's for the future).

Small spolier for the chapter but every love interest will be in it! Which means it's probably going to be long, I'm still on Caleb's part right now but I'm close to finishing it. I think I should release it by Thursday or Friday. Depends on how fast I finish it. I also have to write chapter two for Salvage and get started on Sylus's version of Miseria since he dominated the poll.

You remain frozen at the contact but your stiffness doesn’t stop him from moving his lips in a frenzy. It’s unlike the first time he had kissed you, back then there was an element of control to it but the alcohol still in his system has left him anything but. 

Caleb’s eyes are closed as he works against you and you can’t help taking him in. He’s in a messy state, his entire face flushed red but you’re no better. Your heart is practically beating out of your chest and the kiss feels so…nice. You’d be lying if you did it without thinking but you close your eyes and kiss back. Your response has him whining into your mouth, hands trying to desperately move you closer. Your hands sneak up from his back, curling into the ends of his hair and you tug, which only makes him groan. 

He pulls away and you swear his eyes glow in the moon’s light. One of his hands comes up to caress your cheek. “I love you, [Name],” he confesses before dropping his entire weight on you, getting comfortable into your chest. “Even if this is just a dream,” he whispers, falling asleep unaware of the state he leaves you in.

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I GOT WOO’S SIGNATURE RAHHHHHH THANK YOU KPOP GODS FOR SHINING DOWN ON ME 🧎🏻‍♀️

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...Dragon!Sylus whose tongue is so very long and forked and lined with rows of tiny backwards-facing spines, same as a cat's, except several times larger. Useful for stripping every scrap of meat off the bones of his prey. Absolutely not so good when he gets the constant, irresistible urge to use it on you at all hours of the day.

He's able to manipulate the spines, somewhat, to lay them a bit flatter, but it still feels like coarse sandpaper being scraped against your skin.

In the mornings you wake up to his generous grooming, licking your face and neck thoroughly to clean every bit of dirt and grime off of you, making sure not to leave anywhere untouched, unmarked.

In the afternoons, after a successful hunt, he beelines to you with the singular intent to give you his affectionate greeting-licks—you fight him each time, hollering things like please kindly wash your mouth of that bison's blood before you do that—and the abrasions leave you feeling rather tenderised.

And in the evenings, when you're tangled up with him in your shared nest, little more than a mess of limbs, wings, claws, fangs, and that tongue of his, well...

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──── 𝑺𝑼𝑩𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑬𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺𝑬

╰ 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: SUBMERGED ECLIPSE

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The way he's holding her 😭

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Little Mermaid Rafayel rkgk ⋆｡°✩𓆝

sketch commisions are open btw dm me ( • ̀ω•́ )✧