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That old man should be grunting and sweating on top of me right now what the fuck
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He just forgot to put his shirt back on.
Tav is wearing it.
"Indulge me, and at least hear me out."
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A note to the hotd fandom, since apparently people are being doxxed, not for the first time if my memory serves.
Advice from my sister who is in the FBI:
Never use your real name for any social media account. Better yet, don't have many social media accounts. Once someone finds your real info, it becomes quite easy to find other things like your address or phone number.
I never thought malicious people would strike within what is intended as a safe fandom space.
Here's a groundbreaking idea. If you don't like someone, block them and move on with your fucking life.
#hotd fandom#thoughts#never experienced a fandom more viscous than that one#thats why i wont be returning
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Thank you so much for reading and the lovely reblog! I'd adore to continue on this theme, explore it a bit more. This piece was really just me trying to warm back up to writing for him.
Echoes of Orpheus
I wanted to write. It's been a while! Exploring the idea that after Tav dies, Raphael isn't okay with just letting their immortal soul slip away.
Raphael x Tav!reader (gn)
The Hero of Baldur's Gate they had named you, dragging you time and again back into the spotlight of a fame you never wanted.
Survival.
That was all you had wanted. The will to escape the worm inside your head had evolved and taken on life of its own until you were teaming up with angels, devils, druids and warlocks to take down an Elder Brain.
With glory and infamy alike you had lived.
Just like every mortal, your body grew weak around the soul it harbored and eventually passed on.
Like a gossamer thread, your soul was freed from its mortal coil, slipping into the next world gratefully. You felt light and young, strong again.
Echoes and shadows surrounded you, an inexorable pull drawing you down into unknown space and time.
Stars whirled around your vision, hues of azure and lilac danced and merged to create a midnight sky. Up ahead, you saw a white light and knew that was your destination.
But something was wrong.
The gravitational pull guiding you to safe harbor lessened, another sensation arose. You heard your name whispered behind your ear, turning your head to see only a vast abyss that drew fear into your heart.
A familiar smell, a purple light replacing the white-golden rays up ahead. You willed yourself toward it, apprehension and excitement roiling through your being.
So close now. You reached out and a large hand wrapped around your wrist, dragging you forward with a great heave.
"Raphael." Your first words uttered since your death. In his ironclad grip you felt almost alive again, awakening the tethers to your mortal life. To him.
He wore the crown of Karsus, the source of that purple glow. The silver metal twisted perfectly amongst his sharp horns, his eyes familiar and blazing hellfire-gold.
"Not even a word of farewell?" Raphael did not relinquish his grasp on you. "I taught you better manners than that."
You did not know what to say, shock holding your tongue as you fought to understand how he could interrupt the natural course of your spirit. "The crown." You whispered.
Raphael nodded. "I understand death has not dulled your wit." He intoned dryly, then tugged you a bit further into his plane. "Nor will it succeed in taking you from me. We still have work to do, you and I."
"You have no right to my soul, I made no deal with you."
"Therein you are most grievously in error." Raphael smiles, dangerous and sharp, the touch of his hand becoming more heavy and real with each passing moment you stayed in his presence. "I am your past. I am your present. And I am your future, little mouse. No mortal frailty will alter that law."
Another tug, the draw to him inescapable as it had been in your previous life. Your palm found the front of his chest, pressing until you could feel the fabric of his velvet tunic.
Raphael tucked a finger beneath your chin and raised your gaze to his once more, his tone softening to that familiar sultry purr. "I will give you life anew, more than any god could offer. You were mine since the moment I laid eyes on you, little mouse."
The old nickname sparked a flame within you, defiance and desire. "I will not be trapped in one of your gilded cages, or placed on a pedestal to be drooled over by your incubus."
"There you are." Raphael squeezed your chin before releasing you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Already coming back to yourself, it seems. And no, dear...you will be put to use, not shelved with my other prizes." He held out a hand. "Now come. Worlds anew wait for us to conquer."
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It really tickles me to see Raphael swearing for some reason. I just know that he was holding back when he called us “pipsqueak” because he wanted to stay professional. I would love to see that scene with Raphael saying “listen here you little shit” instead.
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I will not be shamed or silenced
#lmao#im grateful#but also a lil sad#but its my fault for simping for one of the 4 characters that are unfuckable
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Do you know if cambions can be an offspring of any devil and any race of mortal or does it have to be a certain race? I got an idea for a dragonborn devil mix and i wonder of it would be possible? Like an ice devil and a blue dragonborn would be bad ass.
I've been so bad about answering my inbox 😭
But my dude, yes! I never thought of that before but a dragonborn/devil hybrid would be absolutely badass. Woahhh...wait I need to know more about this now cause if they have wings I'm sold.
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Lovin' the Arwen icon 😙👌
Thank youuuu she's just so pretty
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Yeah...respectfully it makes sense if you try to understand for a second.
There's escapism in the act of fleeing if one romanticizes running away constantly.
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Mystra looks like her name should be Ashley.
Bard casts vicious mockery: “Hag-shouldered scum-vestige!”
Graphic designer casts vicious mockery:
[Another 100% fake cover to go along with the first one. Note, no burn intended on Withers here! He’s currently the most sought-after party planner in Faerun.]
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[reach for your weapon | draw your weapon]
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...ya know..."sticky" and "slimy" are descriptive words one would typically use when feeling such sensations. Just saying. So yeah I agree with OP. And also Raphael is a cambion, guys, who has more than embraced his devil heritage. I know not all of us have played DnD. But there's really no fudging around the fact he is dictionary definition evil.
Lawful.
Still evil.
Going to go out on a limb here, but while I understand folks have different tolerance levels and have every right to be put off by something, people losing their minds over a line that's been in a game for almost a year is a bit silly. I'm sorry, but this is yalls fault for babygirlfying this man in the first place.
#i appreciate people trying to give him the benefit of the doubt#he does too lmao#yikes#didnt know that line existed#house of hope
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"Rent should be no more than 30% of household income" is a really funny and roundabout way to say "property owners as a class are entitled to 30% of gross wages"
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Echoes of Orpheus
I wanted to write. It's been a while! Exploring the idea that after Tav dies, Raphael isn't okay with just letting their immortal soul slip away.
Raphael x Tav!reader (gn)
The Hero of Baldur's Gate they had named you, dragging you time and again back into the spotlight of a fame you never wanted.
Survival.
That was all you had wanted. The will to escape the worm inside your head had evolved and taken on life of its own until you were teaming up with angels, devils, druids and warlocks to take down an Elder Brain.
With glory and infamy alike you had lived.
Just like every mortal, your body grew weak around the soul it harbored and eventually passed on.
Like a gossamer thread, your soul was freed from its mortal coil, slipping into the next world gratefully. You felt light and young, strong again.
Echoes and shadows surrounded you, an inexorable pull drawing you down into unknown space and time.
Stars whirled around your vision, hues of azure and lilac danced and merged to create a midnight sky. Up ahead, you saw a white light and knew that was your destination.
But something was wrong.
The gravitational pull guiding you to safe harbor lessened, another sensation arose. You heard your name whispered behind your ear, turning your head to see only a vast abyss that drew fear into your heart.
A familiar smell, a purple light replacing the white-golden rays up ahead. You willed yourself toward it, apprehension and excitement roiling through your being.
So close now. You reached out and a large hand wrapped around your wrist, dragging you forward with a great heave.
"Raphael." Your first words uttered since your death. In his ironclad grip you felt almost alive again, awakening the tethers to your mortal life. To him.
He wore the crown of Karsus, the source of that purple glow. The silver metal twisted perfectly amongst his sharp horns, his eyes familiar and blazing hellfire-gold.
"Not even a word of farewell?" Raphael did not relinquish his grasp on you. "I taught you better manners than that."
You did not know what to say, shock holding your tongue as you fought to understand how he could interrupt the natural course of your spirit. "The crown." You whispered.
Raphael nodded. "I understand death has not dulled your wit." He intoned dryly, then tugged you a bit further into his plane. "Nor will it succeed in taking you from me. We still have work to do, you and I."
"You have no right to my soul, I made no deal with you."
"Therein you are most grievously in error." Raphael smiles, dangerous and sharp, the touch of his hand becoming more heavy and real with each passing moment you stayed in his presence. "I am your past. I am your present. And I am your future, little mouse. No mortal frailty will alter that law."
Another tug, the draw to him inescapable as it had been in your previous life. Your palm found the front of his chest, pressing until you could feel the fabric of his velvet tunic.
Raphael tucked a finger beneath your chin and raised your gaze to his once more, his tone softening to that familiar sultry purr. "I will give you life anew, more than any god could offer. You were mine since the moment I laid eyes on you, little mouse."
The old nickname sparked a flame within you, defiance and desire. "I will not be trapped in one of your gilded cages, or placed on a pedestal to be drooled over by your incubus."
"There you are." Raphael squeezed your chin before releasing you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Already coming back to yourself, it seems. And no, dear...you will be put to use, not shelved with my other prizes." He held out a hand. "Now come. Worlds anew wait for us to conquer."
#8 hr reblog#thank you for reading and for the lovely tags and comments omg#love yall sm#raphael x tav#raphael bg3
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reblog if you'd make dinner for prev.
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Tfw he looks at you like you're the dumbest pos he's ever laid eyes on <3
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