#dylas rf4

[cyberwormss]

*smoothies your horseboy*

[sevxra]

MY ROUND 2 TEST PRINTS ARE HOME!

I will change the color on Xiao Pai’s clasp for the final design. I didn’t realize the color I picked was the gray metal. But other than that, everything looks AMAZING!!

Sorry for crappy lighting and I refuse to remove the protective packaging.

If you'd be interesting in buying one day (and are in the US), please feel free to reach out to me with your interest so I can consider maybe selling/opening pre-orders!

reblogs appreciated!

[othercombee]

Warning: A really poorly made comic about the Frey/Dylas relationship experience down below

That’s it, that’s their relationship.

[hug-kiss-marry-kill]

[kindlystrawberry]

hey ben :) if you're up for it, how about a platonic dylas and margaret for [ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection ?

different ways to kiss someone inbox game (accepting!) Hi, sorry this took me so long!! I've had a busy week. That being said, I've been SO EXCITED for this because I absolutely ADORE writing platonic Dylas and Meg, and I don't feel like I do it enough. So here you go, hope you like it!

"I don't need to be babied!" Meg protests, her own voice sounding way too nasally and petulant for her own ears. To be fair to her voice, her nose is currently stuffed with what feels like ten tons of mucus right now, not that that means anything for her overall health thank you very much.

"Uh-huh," is Dylas's response above her. His ear twitches with obvious annoyance, but otherwise he doesn't say anything as he readjusts the way his arms are looped under her knees and back.

"Will you just--" she tries to swat at his chest, but misses because there's suddenly three Dylas Chests swimming in her field of vision and the elf can't manage to hit any of them. They sway as he finishes climbing the stairs of the restaurant, and Meg is suddenly hit with a wave of nausea, making the rest of her sentence come out weakly. "Set me down?"

"Gladly." Dylas pushes open the door to Porcoline's room with his shoulder and sets her on the bed.

It's an awkward shuffle as Dylas tries to pull the sheets out from under her and then settle them across her shoulders, all while Margaret tries to shove him off. It's childish, she knows, and in a few days when she thinks back on this moment with more lucidity and less feverish haze she'll absolutely be mortified at her own behavior.

For now, though, her muscles ache, her skin burns, everything feels absolutely awful, and her head feels like she's swimming through an ocean of Wooly cotton.

She's also feeling absolutely horrified at the idea that she's forcing Dylas, of all people, to take care of her, that she's leaving so many people alone when they need her.

"I need to--" Margaret starts trying to crawl off the bed, but with firm hands Dylas presses her back into the mattress. His serious face comes swimming into view, messy eyebrows pinched with what she knows is a look of both anger and concern.

"Will you just lay down and rest?" His voice comes off harsh, but the worried pinch gets deeper in his brow as he lays a palm across her forehead. "Gods, you're burning up. Let me go get a bag of ice from Porco..."

"Porco needs my help," Meg cries out, though her voice is already getting softer as exhaustion pulls heavily at her eyelids. "Too many customers... he needs... I need to..."

"You need to rest. Come on. You're not gonna be any help if you puke in people's foods." He adds, with a grumble, "Even if that guy at table 4 deserves it..."

Meg lets out a whining noise that she's barely aware she's making, and then is surprised to feel a broad palm stroking her hair.

She just manages to glance up, and sees Dylas making the most awkward expression known to mankind. And elvenkind. And dwarven--

"Just-- will you relax?" He huffs through his nose, the noise sounding quite horse-like. "You're always taking care of us. Shut up and let us take care of you now. Arthur'll be here with Jones in a few minutes with some medicine, alright?"

She opens her mouth to protest again, but is cut off by a slightly wet sensation on her forehead. Dylas is pressing an achingly gentle kiss to her forehead.

For just a second she's six years old again, crying in Daria's lap that she's ruining their parents big dinner party because she got sent upstairs for looking absolutely awful, skin clammy and feverishly hot. Daria's sitting at her bedside, claiming that she needs Meg to lie still so she can paint her; A Study in Rainbow Fever, she claims she'll call it, her ultimate masterpiece. Later on, Meg realizes it was just a ploy to get Meg to lie still enough that her body could fall asleep. At that moment, though, it worked. And just as she was drifting away, she felt her sister pressing a kiss to her forehead, as sweaty and gross as she must have been.

Time swimming around her like thick soup, Meg blinks.

Dylas is pulling back from her now, the blush dusting his cheeks that always shows up whenever he shows any sort of affection to his family. But there's something soft there too, a sense of care laced through that worry, and it's the last thing she sees before Meg finally manages to drift off.

[dynastesdyke]

rip Dylas RF4 he would've loved Mitski

[sevxra-arts]

Just a repost of everyone together

[gloriium]

[bagwormy]

Horse…

[jiusannn]

😘

[cilorine]

the love triangle trio

i love how frey can tease these two back in the dialogues lol

[zorosdimples]

totally normal thinking about men who tie their long hair up before going down on you

[artsy-alice]

☕️ #OctKofiRun24 Day 2 for @ryuuseirune ✨

Dylas and Lest, dancing in the moonlight 🩶🩶

[bugjjuice]

quick vishnal drawing, missing a lot of details but i’m too lazy to fix it. rune factory characters outfits are too detailed.

[reverieofreveria]

Playing RF4 for the first time and this is what I've gathered about Dylas so far.

[mieutwo]

oh i’m sorry? am i interrupting something here?