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It's kinda late but anyways... I LOVE YOU RAFAYEL💘

SHE'S GORGEOUS😭😭😭😭💘

Rafayel is a sub my ass

downloading lads

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH😭😭😭😭

If you believe Rafayel is 100% a “switch”. I will just say that he has successfully mind f*ck (manipulated) you. Rafayel loves make it look like you have control then pounce and pin you down. His whole "play" process is like this: act weak first then devour them. We can see this in alot of his cards such as intertidal zone, the sea god, heatwave torrent, and ignited echos. The position we always find ourselves in with Rafayel is one where we worshipfully look up at him ONLY. This obviously grants him easy access to nibble on our necks all the while he is still in control.

Do you like Caleb because he’s handsome, sweet, a sunshine, and has a puppy personality or do you like him because you’ve never had a reliable male figure in your life, and you wish you could rely on someone so badly since you’ve been independent for so long? WHO SAID THATTTT

@kampungphilos 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

*ladff zayne x mc , arranged marriage Tidak ada perubahan yang mengusik dengan menikahnya aku. Mungkin karena Zayne orangnya. yang mau lihat kehidupan pasutri formalitas ini tinggalkan bunga untuk ditag 🌼

NNAUUUUUURRRRRR

I love you Rafayel❣️

SylusMC - "A Warm Nest" ──────∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ synopsis: Sylus holding his newborn daughter in the middle of the night. ──────────── Tiny. It was the only word he managed to form between his lips when he found himself holding that little squirming bundle, wrapped in a soft cotton blanket. She had arrived on a spring day, while the air outside the hospital smelled of flowers, fresh breezes, and new perspectives. And now, she lay in her father's arms, seated beside the crib in the large nursery they had prepared for her months earlier, its walls decorated in soft colors and flowers of every kind, a strong contrast with the rest of the building's rooms. From the first moment he saw her, it seemed inconceivable to him that such a small body could produce sounds so loud, while her arms flailed clumsily, discovering for the first time such freedom of movement. It wasn’t new for objects and people to seem minuscule in comparison to him, given his size and presence—traits that certainly never allowed him to go unnoticed in any situation. Maybe that was why he couldn’t wrap his head around how something so tiny and innocent could have come from him somehow. The little one opened and closed her fists almost rhythmically, while her eyes were half-shut, just barely revealing ruby-colored irises, unmistakably the same as her father's. It was quite endearing yet new, to see on her a part of him—something that, over the years, he had almost begun to associate with negativity. His red eyes were a warning sign to the world; after all, the very color served as a warning of something potentially lethal, whether in the animal kingdom or among plants. And he was no exception. To the world, he was almost like an unstoppable, invincible beast; the mere sight of his eyes was already a signal—to enemies and allies alike. And yet, on her, it wasn’t like that. Something that frightened the world became, on her, something unique and precious—like nature had gifted two gems and set them into her features, bringing together in one being the two things he loved most. Her hair in fact, instead of being colored of a brilliant silver like his, was just tiny tufts hidden beneath a soft hat, the same color as the hair of the woman sleeping just a few steps away. A few days had passed since the little one’s birth, and her body was still recovering from everything while adjusting to the rhythms of that new life for all three of them. Of course, having a husband with nocturnal habits definitely had its advantages in that situation, where sleep was not only precious but essential. It had therefore been natural for him to make sure she could sleep as much as possible at night, both then and in the weeks to come, so that she could recover as quickly as possible. Despite her initial protests, just two sleepless days had been enough for her to accept the offer, letting him take care of the little one, with the promise that he'd wake her immediately if he needed help. In truth, even though he had offered to take care of her entirely through the night, he felt conflicting feelings inside. He didn’t know—or perhaps didn’t really want to admit to himself—that he was scared. Terrified, in fact, was the right word. He wasn’t exactly the textbook definition of someone delicate, nor the kind of person one would immediately associate with caring for a newborn. His hand was almost as big as the tiny girl; a single wrong movement would have been enough to hold her just a bit too tightly or crush her. At first he had tried to smother those paranoias, not giving them too much weight and focusing on helping her mother during the previous months; but now, in the silence of the night, those thoughts grew louder and more relentless. Was he truly fit to be called a father? continues on AO3 ⤵️ archiveofourown.org/works/73560326 #Sylus

Yo i'm crying😭 i've been thinking about retirement lately and this one hit me so hard like😭😭😭😭💔

@kampungphilos Pair myth

Kalian majang card apa aja disini gais? *ladfess

I want to nom him😫☝️

"Make sure you don't miss this part, cutie"

Caleb hnghhh🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

@rafayelpainter Iya sayang

remember im here

FUUUCKKKKK😭😭😭

Same here, this is exactly what i feel lately😔