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how else could every expression of yours be so enchanting?

[ordinarytraces]

ㅤㅤ ⸸ㅤ shua ㅤtwenties ㅤseasian ㅤshe/they ㅤaroace ㅤㅤ

[oakmiilk]

god of annihilation nd abysm sovereign,,, big ears on zayne

i wanna draw dragon sylus realllyyy big at some point,, like maybe 1.5x his actual size. anyways wouldn’t they b cute?

[daturabloooms]

Won’t you come and dance in the dark with me .

[3ardnpc]

this is the dumbest thing I've ever made but I couldn't help it

[signsenough]

tf is going on in your prison dawg😭

[grungenova]

Sweet overdrive ~ 💜🌌 Rafayel solo !

[simplymeghana]

pair programming, let's say he is working on upgrades for Mephie!

recently learned that a lot of Sylus mains work in tech so thought this old joke would be funny as a software engineer myself

[read left to right, top to bottom]

[pixeldeeer]

art trade 🖌️✨🐉

[gattapotatta]

He is used to being alone

That is what he keeps telling himself at least. But the truth is - he has to get used to it again every time he has to wake up to a cold, empty bed. And it becomes more and more difficult every time now, that he knows how it feels when he's not alone. When there's someone to talk to, care for, to trust a secret with. When there's someone to hold when he wakes up from another nightmare.

And he doesn't want to get used to the absence of all of that once again.

[niurd]

instagram.com/p/DLf0-SSo_3t/?igsh=MXczemNoaWhndTBjbg==

[gachapains]

??? HE'S SO ???

[laidenbreecatchall]

What if he was just a little more dragony 👀

[xinyuehui]

˚｡⋆ ❀ ˖ SPRING & FLOWERS ˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚

[muelor]

[ 🌹 ] Sylusㅤ-ㅤValleydream Bloom Love and Deepspace

[thalwri]

aria.

angst and comfort. a doting serenade from rafayel for those whose hearts ache.

rafayel sung to you. he held you. sung a melody of flowers and serenity to guide you out of the storm your mind trapped you in.

his love engulfed you like a harmless flame tickling your skin. his sighs and grasps for breath tickled your skin. his voice lulled you to calm when you believed you would drown.

in the darkness of your room, you were curled. shivering, mumbling, crying he found you and he swiftly held you without judgement. he said no word other than that of his aria just for you.

he did not question your hurt. did not stop your tears. but rather allowed it. encouraged it.

his symphony did not drive you to drown but instead raised you to the shore, encouraging you to swim slowly but surely.

he sung of your favourite flowers in a tongue foreign to all ears but yours. jasmine. rose. tulip. the endless list of flora that lay scattered gently in the water, flowing around you both to greet you as they glided along.

his fingers combed through your hair, lips pressing reverent love on your flesh. the tears stained to your skin were washed away by his godly decree and devotion— no being could make you feel so deeply in such agony. not if he had anything to say about it.

for his beloved bride must not shed tears— if not for joy, then never mayst you cry.

[lifemod17]

bro she just sent me her location wtf is this

[wanderrghost]

As a fellow creative, Damocles just... hits different.

For anyone who creates and shares art with people, whether that be through music, drawing, writing, etc, there's always a nagging thought:

What if this thing I'm working on now isn't as good as what came before? What if the spotlight has passed? What if I've already reached my peak and it's all downhill from here?

There's also the flip side of it: Who am I if I don't do this? When the lights go down, when the engagement is no more, what's left?

What's left of my legacy? What's left of me?

How long until everyone forgets me?

Have they already?