#dearstvrcress

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WHAT THE FLIP!!!! omg guys…ur so sweet… thank u for 200 of u :3

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at what point do u start to think something wrong when ur heart keeps doing a thing…

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staricore ⟢ ꩜

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headache has fully formed but thinking about sylus (what’s new)

i want to try to expand/change my writing so i’ll work on that and hopefully have something up soon in the meantime !!

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i want to dm people sometimes but it’s like dear lord…..i do not make friends well….

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tw: …headbutting sy, this is suggestive towards the end bc sylus seduces me

dragon!sylus knew there would be very obvious differences between your cultures. a human and a dragon. humans didn’t have the wings or tails to communicate micro expressions–something he had to pay attention extra hard for

it’s inevitable really, spending so much time together and entering a relationship long after. you were bound to pick up each others mannerisms and habits along the way. dragon!sylus finds himself cradling your smaller hands, lips pressing kisses against your lovely skin

you displayed your own version, face nuzzling against his own and his neck like you were trying to scent him, your hands subconsciously raking through his hair and down his back, fingers scratching scales and cleaning the earth from his skin

all these things and more was just the progression of your relationship and you both felt that trickle of pride when you realized the other was doing something of your own. but there was one thing dragon!sylus never expected you to do. headbutt him when you were frustrated at him

.ᐟmore under cut.ᐟ

dragon!sylus watched your stiff movements. the muscles on your back tight, fingers tightly curled around furs before you practically slammed them onto the ground–something that made his body still. he never liked you standing in your nest with that look on your face

dragon!sylus could feel the frustration roll off of you in crashing waves. that heat that slowly builds and encompasses your body. the skin between your brows furrowed, his sharp eyes watch as your eye lightly twitches

he knows humans have big feelings and that they tend to keep them inside, much to his chagrin. he waits for you to speak first, waits for you to express yourself on your own time, for you to come to him. so he hovers near the edge of the nest, tail stiff and still behind his back, his body isn’t hunched but he’s not standing tall

it was a silly argument, nothing serious enough for raised voices or terse words but one that feels like the icing on the cake. that hot streak of misplaced irritation about something small, something you can’t even remember right now. maybe you stubbed your toe on a stray crown, woke up feeling too smothered by the furnace you call a mate

it didn’t matter, you would come to talk it out soon enough and the weight would leave your chest. you’d come to him and he’d listen to your issues while nuzzling against your face, a soothing purr would leave his chest, maybe you’d feel dampness across your cheek from him licking you

so when you abruptly turned around to face him and made your way towards him with sure steps, he was ready. body loosening and back curving down to match your height, his dragon brain buzzing in excitement, waiting to make up with you

what dragon!sylus didn’t expect was for you to grab his horns and bash your forehead against his. surprise and shock shot through his body, slitted eyes widening as he stared into your determined gaze. it wasn’t as harsh or aggressive as dragons normally would be but it left his forehead warm (in a weird way). your forehead came back onto his and your hands shook his head lightly, a little grunt leaving your lips

lighting erupted inside of his body, his inner dragon practically screaming at him in satisfaction and something a little more intense curling inside his tummy. his tail coiled around your waist, keeping you close. “tell me, little dragon,” he descends onto his knees, clawed hands curling around your thighs, his face nuzzling against your stomach. a deep purr rumbles through his chest as he takes in your scent, eyes slowly opening to meet your gaze, “how can i make it up to you?”

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it’s me and 500 commas against the world

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i had a dream i was writing for caleb but i don’t write for him and i can’t remember what it was…me thinks it was sexy..