Different suits Rafayel owns.
[[MORE]]
Text
bloom gaze: birthday headband project (pt.iii) results of today’s session!🥹🎉
doing trials for the patterns and felt cutouts were helpful; i am satisfied with these pieces. my problem now is the cake piece and mermaid-rafayel-in-a-teacup. rafayel seemed more manageable but the cake is little more complicated…eh, i’ll figure it out tomorrow!
Text
Rafayel Plushies✨✨
Hi everyone, it’s been a while since I last made plushies, but they’re really so cute! I just couldn’t resist making them😍 I hope you all enjoy it!
⋆ • ✦ ⋆ • ⋆ ☾ • ⋆ ✦ ⋆ ┈︎┈︎┈︎
Object Information
- 5 Plushies, each with 4 swatches
- High poly (16k-45k)
- Base Game Compatible
- Search “rafayel” to easily find in-game
⋆ • ✦ ⋆ • ⋆ ☾ • ⋆ ✦ ⋆ ┈︎┈︎┈︎
⋆ • ✦ ⋆ • ⋆ ☾ • ⋆ ✦ ⋆ ┈︎┈︎┈︎
Patreon
Text
𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂
by @fishylemurian
🔞🔞🔞
You were slumbering on my bed, a welcoming sight once I got home from my week-long trip away from you. You were ethereal, glowing like an angel as the sun hit your porcelain-smooth skin, making me second-guess whether it was really my house or if I had been transported to heaven.
I sat beside you, carefully brushed the stray hair away from your beautiful face, admired you for a while before teasing your exposed palm, tickling it to wake you up, then kissed your face multiple times to get a reaction from you. When I realized that you were awake already but pretending to be asleep, I whispered in your ear, “Why is this painting misplaced here in my bed?”
Your giggles, how your body trembles, trying to prevent yourself from laughing while still putting on the Sleeping Beauty act, it melts my heart, makes me wanna kiss you relentlessly till I raise my Cutie Hunger Bar. Once you were able to calm down, eyes still closed and never moving an inch, I started kissing your shoulder, removed the strap of your night gown using my mouth, then went to your neck to suck on it and left a small red mark. I touched it, looked at it, feeling proud that only I could do that to you, but still jealous of the sheets of the bed since it clung to you for the whole week. Then, my kisses transferred to your forehead, nose, cheeks, and eventually your lips, taking my time and savoring your taste.
“A true love’s kiss can break the spell,” I whispered against your mouth before taking it again passionately while positioning your body so I can press mine over it. Moans would come out of your angelic lips, letting me swallow them, but your eyes are still closed so I did something that I thought would garner a reaction from you—rubbed the stiff peaks of your breasts over your night gown before exposing and sucking them like a hungry baby.
Finally, you opened your eyes, my drowsy Princess. Mmmmm… oh I love those eyes. The way you gazed at me, aroused and needy, made the heat in my heart scatter all over my body. While still enjoying the feel of your nipples on my tongue, I slowly slid my hands from the side of your thighs to your hips, lifting the hem of your nightie to expose the treasure in between your legs.
“Hnnngghhh,” I groaned once I saw that you’re not wearing anything under it. “Cheeky little seductress,” I whispered before feasting on your core, slurping, licking, sucking, anything to make you moan, gasp or scream my name. I played with your folds, teased your love bud, my tongue made love with your entrance while my fingers teased the tips of your breasts’ peaks.
Ohhhh, every time you moan, when your hips would violently jerk up to meet my mouth and how your body trembles when you cum for me, it makes me forget that I’ve been away from you. A week, yes, it made me suffer. So I will do my best to make up for it. To make you feel pleasure so you’ll forget that we were apart.
I don’t know how long I feasted on your glorious fountain of orgasm, but all I know is that you won’t stop calling my name, and when we’re done, the birds were chirping happily outside while you rest on my chest, legs limp and asleep once again.
My dear Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened not just by a kiss but by the pleasure that I brought, sleep well and rest fully. For when you wake up once more, I will give you another week’s worth of love, bliss, and passion.
Text
If you designed an outfit for Rafayel themed off of the deep, deep sea, what would it look like or contain? Think shipwrecks, anglerfish, jellyfish, octopi, etc..
Text
Every time I listen to Elastic Heart by Sia, I think of Rafayel and Caleb ice skating together. It’s THEIR song, guys. I can’t explain it, but it’s THEM.
Text
Rafayel had me sad for 2 seconds and Xavier came running right after LOL
Oh but Abysswalker is R2 now! Yay 🙌🏼
Text
[PRE-ORDER] Love and Deepspace - 2026 Rafayel Birthday Merch
Deadline: March 14, 2026
How to order
- If you’re a new joiner, please Register first!
- To order, please go to the Order Site, select the ‘Pre-Orders’ category and browse for the item.
Reminders
- This is a pre-order item and may take several months to get to you. Thank you for your patience!
- The prices on the Order Site do not include any shipping costs. Once your order is ready to ship to you, you’ll be given a quote for your second payment, which covers all shipping fees.- The status of all group orders can be found on the Status Page.
Text
Rafayel’s palms are stained with blood. The victim in front of him was ruthlessly stabbed and eviscerated with a butcher’s knife from the kitchen. He can still hear the cries of that Lemurian child she had tortured. It aches him and drives him mad. Rafayel smears the blood of the human on his face as he desperately tries to claw his skin off. “No more! No more!” The screams of the child grow louder, more intense. Rafayel is in agony as he screams along with them. His slacks are soaked, his cotton shirt welcomes dark splotches of red.
Rafayel was an assassin, a cold killer, leaving no trace of his presence wherever he went. But this time was different. He had snapped as the woman’s arms wrapped around his waist, as her breath, which reeked of red wine and cigarettes, invaded his nostrils. She was laughing as if she hadn’t killed his own innocent kin a few hours prior. By the time Rafayel’s hands wrapped tightly around her throat, he was gone, and every action he had done afterward completely lost to him.
The murder weapon had disappeared, and so did he.
