#MrFancyfoot

[mrfancyfoot]

I've always especially adored snarky Barb and NB is bringing it.

[mrfancyfoot]

Evie's fond of a lot of things she isn't sure exist in Faerun, yet, since she's really only been in the wilderness there so far with very occasional access to traders and whatever the group manages to forage or hunt.

With Gale being the only other person with any kind of cooking skills or culinary knowledge, Evie ends up doing the majority of cooking for the group because Gale (canonically) doesn't believe in cooking/eating vegetables. Plus, being "modern," food safety and nutrition concerns her with them being in the middle of nowhere for so long.

She's a big fan of carbs. Pasta. Ramen. Bread. Cereal. Pizza.

And cream.

And butter.

And sweets.

Chocolate.

Chicken nuggets.

Mac & Cheese.

Microwave meals.

Difficult things to come by now.

Can never have enough cheese.

She tracks and stretches their food inventory as she can.

'Measures garlic with her heart' kind of person.

Has a secret stash of spiced black tea and sugar from trading with the tieflings.

She cooks a lot of stews and soups while they are travelling since they're easiest to feed a large group. Also makes portioned rations for when they're away from camp.

No-one's getting scurvy or food poisoning on her watch!

However, she won't eat anything prepared that she didn't cook herself, actively watch someone else prepare and cook, or was made at a professional facility (restaurants are a toss up). She has very singular exceptions.

Not a particularly picky eater but has a hard "no" list of foods and certain textures.

She hates coffee but some think she really has a thing for it because she'll chug multiple cups of it for the caffeine when Gale makes it.

Astarion brings her snacks (berries, fruit, nuts, etc) he knows she'll eat in exchange for letting him 'snack' on her.

Evie makes it difficult for Raphael to show off and play host the way he wants to, much to his consternation, since she won't eat most of what he offers.

She misses her herb garden.

Once they get to Baldur's Gate and beyond to post-game, she spends a lot of her time trying and cooking new foods. Considers "inventing" pizza to get her fix whenever without having to make it herself but doesn't want to run a restaurant herself.

Tav Question

What sort of foods does your Tav like?

[fiadhaisteach]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @oxygenforthewicked​ & @noire-pandora​

I mixed up WAY too much black resin for the jawbone mold and had to scramble to figure out what else I could make with the leftover. 😝

tagging: @himluv​, @mogwaei​, @queenaeducan​, @sidhelives​, @elvensemi​, @dreadfutures​, @rosella-writes​, @jessitasquirrel​, @serial-chillr​, @faerieavalon​, @bubble-bones​, @psalacanthea​, & @mrfancyfoot​

[coldturkeyshivers]

OC in 5 Gifs

Tagged by @beckily.

Tagging @mrfancyfoot, @heldpeach, @blarfkey

So, without further ado, here’s Ellie in 5 gifs! (I don’t know what i’m doing)

[mrfancyfoot]

Evie's Pickup Skills

Her: Spontaneously wanted to see if she could lift the devil.

Him: Baffled, yet amused.

Sometimes Evie channels 8 INT Tav, she's just lucky Raphael's quite fond of his little fox.

[mrfancyfoot]

Another thing I think should be noted is human ingenuity. The Human World is vastly superior to both the Celestial Realm and Demon Realm in terms of technology. The only reason the Demon Realm has any advancement at all is pretty much from Diavolo's efforts to improve it/hijack tech from the Human World, but even that is very piecemeal and he seems to have a focus on communications (which makes sense for his goals) + things that are just fun. There's a lot of very basic technology that hasn't been fully adapted in the Demon Realm (things like plant sprinkler systems, dishwashers, clothes dryers, etc). This could be because they have magical means of doing things similarly, but that takes energy and a primary purpose of most tech is to lessen or eliminate the effort certain tasks require. Some of our favorite boys have commented more than once that having some piece of tech would make their lives so much easier. Poor Barbatos, of all demons, doesn't even have a lot of the appliances that would make his life so much easier, and he's likely considered one of the more open-minded demons.

Headcanon time: If the Human World didn't have some method of defending itself from the demons of old, it would have just been taken over or laid waste to, so I do think humans have some level of inherent magical ability, but that's likely been eclipsed in the current day by modern technology providing more accessible means of doing so. Magic's become more of an untapped resource now in those capable of it. In short, demons (and possibly angels at that) probably aren't immune to methods of modern warfare and I don't think having 'ultimate forms' changes that.

Add to that, the angels and demons we interact with are outright the most powerful in the realms, so it's easy to come away with the sense that they're all like that...but they aren't. The majority are probably more on par with the average human in strength. The students that make up RADs population, and those in the Devildom at large (if you look at the Devildom being more like a capital ruling city of the Demon Realm), are more likely to be stronger elites/nobles, but that's not a large population of the whole.

Demons and angels simply, in a broad sense but with individual exceptions, don't have much if any drive for advancement or progress (Diavolo, again in particular seems to be a notable exception). They are comfortable in their ways and largely don't see reason for change. With how long they live, there isn't any sense of time being short or 'running out.' Humans on the other hand, live comparatively very short lives, so are continuously seeking improvements in order to better enjoy the time they do have. This led humans to make societal improvements incredibly quickly - on practically a 'blink and you'll miss it' scale of time to angels and demons. Which is probably terrifying when you've never seen such things before. Add to that, humans are very curious, have insane drive, likely far out-reproduce demons/angels, and we have a past filled with violent colonialism and high risk taking. Humans come of age within a couple decades but demons/angels seem to take several centuries to millennia. The other two realms could be equally terrified of humans invading them.

i dont think im that big a fan of demons/angels having a big BIG form thats unlike anything human. dont get me wrong, i love the idea of big snake levi or bodyhorror asmo etc but in my opinion it messes up the entire deal with equality between realms.

the entire point of the student exchange program (with its many flaws it has) is to bring everyone to the same level, showing that it is possible for everyone to be viewed & resected the same. if demons and angels have this super-rare third form, and humans don't, equality could never be reached. humans would always be less powerfull then the others.

which means that either 1) no one has a bigger biggest form (bringing them all the more closer to humans) or 2) humans also have a form that isn't normally seen (theres soso many posibilities here!)

[asoulonfire]

My Current list of Drop-Everything-To-Read Dragon Age Fanfiction

There are SO MANY amazing fanfictions out there, but there are always some that I find will make me drop everything to read. This can change, sometimes it’s because of how long it is between updates, or because of some particually tense cliff hanger from the end of the last chapter. Sometimes it’s because I know the author’s always comment on my fic and so I want to comment on theirs. 

Whatever the reason, these are the stories that currently make me drop everything I’m doing as soon as I see there is an update:

Unqualified - by coldturkey

Synopsis: Modern Girl who only knows about Dragon Age through her best friends smutty Solavellan fanfiction ends up in Thedas and decided to take on the task of saving the world. Nothing can go wrong, right?

The Half-Life of Element Zero - by GraphiteGirl

Synopsis: Helen Trevelyan joined the Andromeda Initiative to get away from an unstable and controlling ex. She expected to wake up in the Andromeda Galaxy. She DID NOT expect to wake up Thedas with radiation poisoning and then to be blamed for the deaths of thousands. She is tired, and frustrated and no one here knows anything about basic hygiene. From her perspective, if Asari, Salarians, Turians and Humans can work together, why is it so hard for the people in Thedas to do the same?

NOTE: There are AMAZING renders of the scenes that go along with it. Including one of Solas in Alliance armour. Chapter 19. You’re welcome.

A Whole New World - by @roguelioness

Synopsis: Researcher Samarra Bayart ends up in Thedas. As if that isn’t crazy enough, she ends up with visions and foresight of events to come. Add that to her already extensive knowledge of the Dragon Age games and people are quickly calling her “The Oracle”. She tries to do everything she can to help the Inquisition and save Thedas. But the Dread Wolf has caught her scent... 

Some Assembly Required - by @mrfancyfoot​

Synopsis: Two MGiT. One with the mark, one with strange powers of foresight. At least they understand each others jokes, right? Both of them strive to try and figure out what on earth (or Thedas) is going on, how they can get home and most importantly how not to die.

Lathbora Viran - by @aeyemenethes​

Synopsis:  This story is told in First Person through Solas as he is swept into the Inquisition and more importantly, in his growing feelings for its Inquisitor. Also, there is a possible fan theory on the events to redeem Solas after Trespasser.

Savior of the Damned - by @littleblue-eyedbird

Synopsis: Post Trespasser. An injured Fen’Harel is found by Anise Lavellan, sister to the Inquisitor and, despite her better judgement, is taken back to Clan Lavellan to keep him from dying. But perhaps there are things even more powerful than Fen’Harel to be afraid of...

The Two Commanders - by @agentkatie

Synopsis: After defeating the Reapers, Commander Shepard and Liara are transported to Thedas by Corypheus in one of his attempts at godhood. Shepard, a biotic, is found by Knight-Captain Cullen Rutherford outside of Kirkwall. After that everything goes topsy-turvy. (Goes through Kirkwall years and then into Inquisition).

The Reluctant Alchemist’s Guide to Thedas - by paradigmfilter

Synopsis: Margo is an academic who studies botany. When she finds a book that references odd plants she doesn’t think much of it... until she wakes up in Thedas in a body that isn’t hers. Now she has to find a way to survive here, mostly by keeping Leliana from torturing her for information the previous bodies owner had. Doesn’t help that she’s starting to get butterflies in her stomach over a certain bald elf.

[mrfancyfoot]

~WIP Whenever~

Preview of a WIP piece for Plots & Prosody! :D

And a preview of upcoming chapter 19 (no CWs req'd):

She had to think exceedingly carefully about this.  Accepting meant that whatever terms agreed upon would be binding.  She wasn’t exactly thrilled about having anything tying her to the incubus.  But they were presently part and parcel to Raphael’s world and if she chose to stay in it in any manner, she could need the protection he was offering.

The NDA looked boiler-plate.  If she spoke of Haarlep to any but the listed entities - mostly made up of Raphael’s circle it seemed but she didn’t recognise all of the names or entities - or the existence of the contract itself, their contract and any terms within would be null and void.  She could essentially continue as-is without any further burden but have assured protection through her own terms.

“Question: is ‘Haarlep’ their actual name and/or is this fully enforceable if not?”  She had never seen it spelled out before and now that she had, her brain was seeing a curious pattern of letters.  An anagram?  The incubus had a version of his skin and evidently even his name.  A dim light lit up in a tiny corner of her brain as it tinkered away with the little bits and pieces she’d gleaned over the time she’d known them both.

“How astute.”  Was she right?  “I assure you that, with the proper terms, it is fully binding as an Infernal contract.”

She couldn’t help but feel as though this was some kind of test.  ‘Proper terms,’ yeah…

“I don’t get it,” she huffed.  “If you actually cared about me saying anything about them, this would have come up months ago after I first met them.  Why now?”

[mrfancyfoot]

Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Evie (f!OC)

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- A Gift of Heart-

"To a devil, gifting the heart of your enemy (for free, no less!) is practically a confession of love.

Evie contemplates getting a spray bottle to spritz her murderous cat of a devil friend."

Happy Halloween! This prompt is slightly thematic for the holiday (in a, uh, horror kind of way - sort of. More along the lines of Addams Family kind of "horror"). 😈

Did not quite succeed in getting both prompts out for October, but I should have my Kinktober prompt out very soon (and unlike this one, I have spent far more time on it than two sleep deprived nights). :)

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Rating: M / NSFW-ish

Word Count: ~1.2k

Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon

Tags: POV Evie; She/Her Pronouns; Raphael Referenced; Housemate Astarion; (Dark) Humor; ...Fluff?; Dark Romance; Evie is a Bit Socially/Romantically Naive; Some Mutual Pining; Devil Courtship; The Devil is Smitten; Raphael probably off strutting around like a tom cat so proud of himself

Warnings: Gore (Dismembered Body Parts...As Gifts); Referenced Murder; Implied Eating of one such part (Astarion); Evie has found herself a surprising degree of okay with most of this

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List (contains related prompts)

[Quick Context: After being isekai'd by the nautiloid, Evie spends most of Plots & Prosody Part I (Game Events) “befriending the devil,” yet denying him her soul.  Once things settle after game events, Evie goes about her new life kick-starting her business and re-inventing modern-day things. She remains oblivious to Raphael's attempts at courting her and chalks many of his more questionable behaviors up to cultural differences.]

Part of my devil courtship series.

❤️ Thanks for reading! :3 ❤️

Being friends with a devil was very akin to being friends with a particularly mischievous, deadly cat.  A cat that sometimes left little unsettling gifts in the middle of her dining room table to show its fondness.

It was mid-morning when she woke and readied enough to drag herself downstairs for breakfast.  The glint of shiny, gaudy wrapping paper had been quick to catch her eye.  The ribboned cube was about the size of a hat box and she recognised who it was from upon sight for Raphael had a set of preferences and this was far from being the first.  Crimson paper, gold ribbon, occasionally switched up when he was feeling extra pretentious with gold paper and crimson ribbon or with a navy accent.

As his cherished, self-appointed best, and only, friend - though he was certainly putting effort into getting her to agree to the forever ‘forever’ part - the word that came to mind for this behavior was ‘lavish.’  Raphael had begun to lavish her with gifts.

Exotic spices, rare books, furs with magical properties, trinkets from his travels, fine clothing, expensive jewelry.

Which wasn’t at all what she had expected several months ago.  Her goal with ‘befriending the devil’ had started out as purely self-preservation as a means to stay on his good side if he was as adamant about getting her soul as he claimed.  Perhaps they’d occasionally have tea and trade book recommendations, catch a play at the theatre...  Actually succeeding was not something she had foreseen.

But though she insisted that he didn’t have to gift her anything, let alone such finery, he insisted that he did.  His friend had a place of high honor in his life that deserved it.  And to show that he could - protecting and spoiling her these ways was another display of his power and status.

Those were the innocuous gifts, at least comparatively - she wasn’t sure she wanted to know where they all may have come from.  The gifted body parts were…less so.

A behavior that she was still parsing.  Being friends with a powerful devil meant having to make some concessions and strive to understand their culture.

She supposed it was how he showed he cared.

At least he wasn’t yet leaving her half dead things to tell her that her own skills needed honing.

Evie thumbed the bow of the pretty, sleek ribbon and slipped the tiny card out from under it.  The back was signed with a simple, scripted initial R.  It carried his distinctive, warm scent that she took in fondly.

He never wanted there to be any question as to who the gifts came from.

“Ooo, another present, I see.  Isn’t that the second this tenday?”  Having come from his own room, Astarion sidled up beside her and gleefully peered over her shoulder.  “Now, what do you suppose is hidden within this one?  More jewelry to match?  A nice set of ears?  Oh, I know!  A stunning pair of earrings still attached to the lobes.  Do hurry up, I’m dying of anticipation!”  He giggled to himself.  Earlier this week was an enchanted bracelet.  Not attached to anything.

His question was somewhat rhetorical given his heightened sense of smell, so he would at least know if it was ‘organic’ or not.

“Hmm.”  She lifted the box and gave it a gentle shake.  “It has an odd weight.  Bit more oomph to it than I would have thought.  So…I’mma say some unlucky soul has been relinquished of…something.”

Guessing the contents had become somewhat of a game between them.  

Evie pulled at the ribbon and flipped the top off the box.

She leaned over the box and squinted, her head tilting.

A heart.

Lovingly nestled within tissue paper splattered with still-wet blood.

Astarion bent closer and she heard him inhale deeply.  “Oh, my.  A bit engorged but it does look delicious, darling.”  He stepped aside and scanned her, asking, “Did something happen?  I cannot wait to find out which poor sap crossed you the wrong way to deserve this.”  As though he didn’t also contemplate the same thing.  There was once a time that he bemoaned Raphael ‘beating’ him to dealing with certain problems.  It was a cute little rivalry between her bloodthirsty gremlins.

She would like to say that it bothered her, but trying to keep her workers safe was such an immense burden with how troubled and unsafe the Gate was, especially at night and especially in the Lower City.  Thugs, sharks, drunkards…dandy nobles able to bribe guards and magistrates to get their way.  She could fend for herself, but many of her women and younger employees couldn’t.  With her hired security only able to do so much above water if the proper authorities refused to act, it was little skin off her nose for the lowest of scum to find their way to the Hells.

“No, nothing comes to mind for this one.”  She sighed, a wry smile pulling at her lips.  “You can have it if you don’t drool on me, Asta.  Please put it on ice if you don’t plan to do anything with it right now, though.”

He snagged the box with an eager, ‘Don’t mind if I do.’ and walked off, disappearing down the hall.

She’d have to dispose of it anyhow so having a vampire housemate made that easy.

Hopefully the authorities wouldn’t come pounding on their door after finding a body - if there even was one - but she feared if Raphael kept threatening and picking off her enemies and those who had done her wrong, someone out there was bound to make the connection back to her as a common denominator.

A drunken fishmonger had mysteriously lost some fingers after inappropriately grabbing her and finding himself thrown into the bay.

A set of eyeballs from a disgustingly lustful trio of gangsters thinking they’d cornered her in an alley near her warehouse.  She had dealt with them, as well, but apparently Raphael felt more needed to be done.

The tongue of who had once been her daily catcaller on her way to work.

Occasionally, Raphael felt the need to posture and share the origins of such offerings, though often it was a few days or even weeks until they learned who the bits came from.

Raphael had once shared the deplorable things a visiting noble had said of her to him while at a gala.  Decorative beads had been made from his bones and Raphael was having them sewn into a dress for her to wear to an upcoming event in the Hells.

He, of course, would never dirty his own hands within the Material Plane, but he had plenty of agents and those in his debt to carry out his orders.

As this one had not been handed to her, it was more likely that they’d be hearing of the potential cause and prior owner at some point from the news or street gossip mill.

As amusing as it was to imagine spraying the devil with water in the same way one would attempt to alter the behaviors of a cat, she doubted it would be so simple.  But, thinking like a devil, maybe she would have more luck getting him to cease the morbid gifts from the angle of conveying that she felt insulted by the assumption that she could not or was not handling these things properly herself.

Her stomach rumbled and she decided to think on it more after breakfast. She palmed the tiny gift card and made her way to the kitchen.

[kannra21]

@a-nuisance-called-sam thank u for the tag lovely! I like idkhow as well! ☺️ great song~

Last photo in camera roll is something personal and I don't want to share but I'd like to promote a very talented artist bc I rly like this picture 🎶

Art by- おぼ玉 (@juju_net) on Twitter

Tag: @mrfancyfoot @stellamancer @mammonsmommymilkers @cosmicstarlatte @gigi-beans @aasouthteranoswife @satans-my-spirit-animal 💖

tagged by @arkhammaid & @keqism ty both beloveds <3

you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. who/what is it?

tagging! (no pressure): @grxywxrrxnn @namodawrites @sipsteainanxiety @baeshijima @seisitive & anyone else who wants to join in!! <3

[mrfancyfoot]

Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Evie (f!OC)

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- Bite of Cold -

"Just because Raphael must dispose of the many enemies standing between him and his rule of the Hells doesn’t mean he needs to be wasteful.

Or: Raphael presents Evie with some nice, new hides of his enemies furs to fight off the chill of winter that has come to Baldur’s Gate."

Prompt: Warming the Chill

Happy Solstice! I’ve been ill (again) and wanted to write something warm and seasonal between some other stuff.  This installment swings kinda wildly from dark power fantasy to cute fluff to dark/very suggestive romance. :)

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Rating: M / NSFW

Word Count: ~2k

Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon

Tags: POV Raphael; Evie (She/Her Pronouns Used; Has Fox Features); Hellhounds; Dark Romance; Fluff; Indulgent Schmoop; Date Night; Story Time; ❄️ Seasonal Gift Giving 🎁; Raphael’s Theatrics; Raphael Has a Praise Kink if You Look Close; Raphael's Thinly Disguised Size Kink; Devil is Smitten; Only Soft For Her; Devil Courtship

Warnings: Violence & Gore (Skinning an Animal); Murder; Possessive Raphael; Voyeurism; Highly Suggestive Sexual Content (Referenced PiV and Oral - No Sex "On Screen," but Raphael's gratuitous in his language)

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List (contains related prompts)

[Quick Context: After being isekai'd by the nautiloid, Evie spends most of Plots & Prosody Part I (Game Events) “befriending the devil,” yet denying him her soul.  Once things settle after game events, Evie goes about her new life kick-starting her business and re-inventing modern-day things. As somewhat of a demi-ro cinnamon bun, she remains oblivious to Raphael's attempts at courting her and chalks many of his more questionable behaviors up to cultural differences.]

Part of my devil courtship series.

❤️ Thanks for reading! :3 ❤️

It wasn’t often that he fouled his own claws with the mind-numbing task of dispatching pitiful devils but a pair in particular had caught his eye as they skulked about through the shadows, searching for weaknesses and information among his forces to take back to their master.

Winter was blanketing the City of Baldur’s Gate and through the strife and ruinnous magics, a brutal cold had descended upon it.  He recalled the frequent shivers and complaints of the chill from his little fox. Until it was safe to do so with Avernus fully under his reign, he could not move her more permanently into the heat of his home and embrace.

But…

Being a provider of warmth in another manner was the next best option as he continued to woo her.

“You should feel honored.  Your pathetic hide shall now grace another - a gift for the future Archduchess!”

Snapping jaws and sharp claws were no match for him.

He admired the dense, rippling fur of the hellhound within his grip, its toothy maw wide and long tongue lolling about in a manner belying more life than its owner.  Its brethren lie broken and motionless at his feet.

With a surgically careful claw, he sliced and rent the hides from pungent, bloody flesh, uncaring of what became of the mass of slaughtered carcasses dropped to the dirt.  Thrilling, though, it may have been, to skin them alive and shrieking, he decided against chancing anything less than perfect for his gift through their struggles.  Raphael now thought only of how best he should present them to her.

The only challenge due him in this battle had been in avoiding unduly marring the hounds as he struck them down.  A successful endeavor for the hunter!

He had his spoils delivered to a skilled furrier.  After three days' time, he paid them a visit to inspect and collect the final products.

What awaited him were two glossy, soft pelts of midnight black fashioned into a pair of blankets and a scarf that retained their hellish heat and would repel even the harshest of winter chills.

He ran a hand over the finished furs.

Magnificent.

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Wishing to bypass the tedium of being made to wait in her receiving room by her housekeeper, yet still invoke that mystique of a courtly suitor, he arrived, instead, just beyond her balcony doors.  With the curtains drawn open, he was able to silently spy inside her bedroom.

Evie was seated at her vanity readying herself with her back to him.  For their evening out, she had donned a conservative, green, velvet dress and blackened, sheer stockings.  The sash around her slender waist was bowed above the dense fur of her tail, the tip of which swayed just above the floor.  Her fingers worked quickly to thread strands of curling auburn hair into a braid, pinning it behind her ear with a matching bow.  

She did like her pretty collection of hair bows and clips and combs.  

They lent to the air of flirtatiously chaste innocence that he knew merely guised the seductive vixen beneath.  He would look forward to peeling away the layers like gift wrap to reveal the pale flesh beneath later.

Now, as practiced…

He rapped sharply on the glass causing her to whip around in surprise.  The fox lept from her stool and rounded her bed, unlocking the bolt and twisting one of the knobs to push open the door.

She looked up at him with a bright smile and waggle of her tail.  “Hi, there!  Come in, come in.”

“Good evening, my dear,” he returned as he took the door from her and closed out the chill behind himself as he entered her room.  

“A bit early today, yeah?” she teased as she returned to her vanity and prised open a small tin.  “I was just finishing up, though.”  Her finger rubbed a balm into her lips.

A quiet sound directed his attention to an odd contraption sat upon her bedside table that hadn’t been there when he visited the prior tenday.  A large glass container was filled with gently gurgling water and misting it into the room at intervals.  “A new apparatus of yours?”

“A humidifier!” she exclaimed with pride.  “My skin’s gotten so dry with the cold, and I picked up a bit of a morning cough from the dry night air.  It’s helped quite a bit!  Keeps the plants happy, too.  Since I don’t have a giant pool in my bedroom and all.”

He smiled at the ribbing but frowned as another thought occurred to him.  Avernus was inhospitably dry and his pool of restoration served multiple purposes to create comfort within his home, but her bedroom provided there was isolated from it.  His hospitality could not be found wanting by his intended.

“It is a clever thing.  Next you visit my House, let us devise a solution for your quarters.”  Though he could merely provide himself, he did love listening to the unique ways her mind worked.  And allowing her to aid in such decisions bonded her closer to all that would soon be hers.

“It is pretty dry there, too.  I can just make another,” she shrugged.

“I believe we can do better for a more permanent fixture.”  He regathered himself and straightened.  “But that is a distraction for another time - I did arrive early for a reason.”

“Oh?”  Evie canted her head, curiosity piqued.

With a grin, Raphael strode to stand in front of her fireplace, closing her curtains with a snap to set the desired atmosphere.

He heard her quiet gasp, “Story time!”  She picked up her vanity stool and moved it closer to watch raptly.

“As the Avernal sun cast shadows about the desolate land, sneaking from between the depths of ruddy mountain and cliffside, I did spy a pair that moved,” he began his captivating tale.  “Hellhounds!  Intelligence gatherers working fleet on their feet for Archdevil Zariel.  Monstrous canid devils with coats of blackest pitch and glowing maws that spit and drool fire.”  The fire behind him sparked forth embers with his words and she jumped, her eyes wide.

“I, of course, could not allow such beasts to cross the line of battle and weasel their way around my forces!  Away, I lured them, to an outlying crag, whereupon I descended in ambush from the very shadows through which they moved.”  He dimmed the fire and drew forth a clutch of flaming embers into his fist held up in mimicry of one of the hounds’ flaming mouths.

“Though they howled and thrashed their claws about, neither was any match for my might.  But!  As I fought, I took the utmost care to preserve them whole.”  He dropped the embers from his hand and they fell glowing to the floor as they extinguished.  “My enemies were soon crumpled - dead at my feet with nary a scratch upon them thanks to my diligence.”  Arms spread wide, he dipped into a brief bow to signify the end of his short performance and heard her begin to clap.  He then held a finger aloft to pose his question that halted her applause, “And whyever should I have bothered to expend such effort, you may ask?”

He approached Evie, falling to one knee as he brought forth one of the furs with a flourish.  Her lips parted in shock as he draped it about her shoulders.

Dainty hands rose to clutch and pet along the fur in wonder.

“For you, my dear, to chase away the bite of the harsh winter chill that has befallen this city.”

She looked from him to it, appearing unsure.  “For me?  This is…them?”  Torn on the gift?

Smirking at her form swallowed within the dark fur, he replied, “It is, indeed!  Hellhound hides retain their magical properties to produce heat.”  His hand rose again and the rest appeared neatly folded upon her bed.

“Better than letting them go to waste, I suppose,” Evie reasoned to herself as she eyed them, a means to justify acceptance of the gift.  Silly woman, were animals not routinely hunted for their furs and hides and any other parts deemed of use?  These curs should be honored to be repurposed thusly! She brought the fur to her nose and inhaled contentedly.  “It smells like you.”

Inwardly, he thrilled at her obvious approval.

With the fur cloaked around herself, she stood and walked to the bed.  Standing in front of the other furs, Raphael watched as she pitched forward and planted her face into them.  “So warm!” she crooned happily as she rubbed her cheeks against the furs.  “We should go before I fall asleep like this,” Evie warned.

With reluctance, she stood and shook her head.  Pivoting on her heel, she marched to him and threw her arms wide.

Though he was becoming used to her affectionate mannerisms, her sudden embrace was still unexpected.  But not unwelcome.

“Thank-you for the gift and thinking of me, Raphael,” she said into his chest.

“But seriously, we need to go before I doze off.”

He pushed the pelt down from her head. “Mm, should you look closer, there is a scarf atop that pile, so you may still enjoy it when we step out.”

“A scarf!”  Evie pulled away and bounded back to her bed to properly inspect the others.  She unfurled the hound fur from herself and laid it out on the bed.  Picking up the scarf, it was quickly wound around her neck.  “You thought of everything!”

Brimming over with fiery pride and ego, his eyes followed her as she flitted about her room adding rings to her fingers, a bracelet to her wrist, grabbing this and that to shove into her purse - all the while continuing to be very vocal with her praise.  If they did not soon depart, there would be another reason they would not be leaving this room.

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Raphael tipped his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the crackle of the fire and the quiet of a city blanketed by snow.

Beneath the warmth of pillowy covers and new furs, the softness of her bared body pressed against his.  He yet felt the phantom touches of her lips upon his neck and the scrape of her claws across his scalp; heard the echoes of her whimpers and cries; tasted her essence on his tongue.

Impatient was he for her to rouse once more.  His hunger and thirst for her had not yet been sated.

This had been an eventful night of dining, music, and coaxing the fox into the lively steps of a dance.  How he had revelled in the surreptitious glances of envy, lustful stares, and covetous glowers that his date drew.  He commanded her attentions; those bright, glittering eyes ever upon him.  Did she know the desires and appetites she stirred within others?  That every giddy shake of her tail, twirl of her skirts, and murmured moan of delight around the fork passing her lips hardened another member, wetted another sheath?

He could hardly restrain himself to wait until they had returned to this room to lay his claim to her body.

Evie slept soundly at his side, ignorant to the growing number that approached him for her favor, for her access - to use and abuse.  Ah, the wicked and craven fantasies that deluged their tiny minds!

His fingers slid absently through the mussed curls of her hair as he mused personally acting on some of the inspiration gleaned.

They would never know the aroused blush of her heaving bosom, the prick of her fangs, nor the pulsing squeeze of her quim. It was his name she called as she writhed impaled.  It was his seed that now painted the walls of her sacred vault and soaked the sheets beneath them.  None but he would know her softness.

For he was a possessive devil.

[mrfancyfoot]

Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Female Tav/OC (Evie implied)

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- Caress -

"She arrives at the House of Hope to find a grumpy, stressed devil in need of a nap.  AKA: Despite himself, Raphael succumbs to some of his more human needs."

This prompt was: ‘A simple caress’

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Hey..hey, you!  Go drink some water/hydrate yourself. ❤️

Some soft Raphael, cutesy shmoop ahead!

This one, while written for my OC, Evie, uses only she/her pronouns while she remains unnamed, so can mostly be read as a generalized Tav/OC (only caveats being that there is brief mention of her fluffy (fox) tail and claws and a bit of backstory).

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Rating: T / SFW

Word Count: ~1.9k

Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon

Tags/Warnings: POV F!Tav/OC/Evie; Fluff; Comfort; Cozy; Slight Alcohol/Drug Use by Raphael; Raphael’s Only Soft for Her; Cuddly Devil; Devils Can Purr; Some Slight Charitable Reimaginings of HoH Architecture; Devil Courtship

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List

Related Prompts: A Blank Page , Good Morning

[Quick Context: After Evie spends most of Part I (Game Events) “befriending the devil,” yet denying him her soul, Raphael makes an alternative offer: the Orphic hammer in exchange for her time - specifically, a mandatory number of days every month for a span of two years.  He procures his Crown by other means.  Evie goes about her new life kick-starting her business and re-inventing modern-day things. Unbeknownst to her, Raphael is using what she obliviously believes is a “contractually mandated friendship” period to court her as his future Archduchess.]

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The evening when she arrived, it was obvious from the deeply etched scowl straining and pinching his face paired with the agitated drumming of his fingers that something had happened - but Raphael was in an unusually untalkative mood.  His greeting was short, his responses clipped and distracted.  He appeared stuck between summoning her out of obligation to their contract while his attention was needed elsewhere and wanting to shove away everything that was preventing him from utilising their time together.

Seeing his stress and knowing well that he would share the details later if he wanted to, she suggested a quiet evening by the fire, simply enjoying the presence of one another.

She would have suggested that he could keep working if he needed to, but she had a feeling that it was work that got him into this mood and maybe a break was warranted no matter its importance - or perhaps even because of its importance.  Raphael was the sort to keep going at something until he hit the wall of exhaustion - either of his energy or of his options, and not infrequently, both.  Anything less was seen as wasteful.  And so, Raphael repeatedly pushed himself to his limits.

So before he could voice any disapproval, she wandered over to a bookshelf and plucked the partially read anthology of Gnomish short stories residing there from when she had time to fill during other visits.  Taking a seat on the chaise near the fire, she beckoned him to the armchair nearby.

He stood from his desk with a roll of his shoulders and massaged his neck.  Circling around to its front, he leaned on it and let his eyes scan over the many shelves of books around his office as he brought his hand to his chin thoughtfully in consideration of his own choice in literature.  But his shoulders slumped minutely from a sigh and she could see his eyes unfocusing as his mind drifted back towards whatever he’d been thinking on before.

Pursing her lips, she reckoned that she’d be fighting uphill on this one.  She asked him if whatever was on his mind was something that needed his attention at that very moment.  At the reluctant twist of his lips and partial shake of his head, she followed up by stating that it would do him some good to get out of his office.

Hooking her arm around his, she made an executive decision and brusquely pulled him from his office.  Despite how he sputtered and tsk’d and harrumph’d in protest, he still allowed himself to be led through the silent halls - if he didn’t want to be moved there was no way in the Hells she’d be able to budge him.  Unsurprisingly, the servants had already made themselves scarce.  She detoured to drop him off at the boudoir with a push, telling him to go relax in the bath for a bit before turning on her heel and continuing to her destination.

She bounded all the way up the spiral stairs of the tower and pulled open the heavy door to the bedroom Raphael had decreed as hers a scant few months ago that had seemingly passed in the blink of an eye.  Her ‘home away from home’ twice a tenday thanks to their contract.

Though they were friends, drawing presumptions from said contract and the prior ones that he had attempted to get her to sign, she could only further conclude that he wanted her presence around as the occasional distraction from his work in some kind of contract-enforced capacity, as evidenced by the amount of discretion that he allowed her.  And if that was what he wanted, she would thusly also be the force ensuring he was taking proper breaks and getting enough sleep when he got like this.

Plus, he could have rescheduled, as per a mutual clause in their contract…yet he didn't.

The room was bright from the open curtains allowing in the ever-shining sun of Avernus.  She admired the fresh cut flowers vased upon a table, then set about creating a soothing atmosphere.  After lighting a few candles and the fireplace, she drew them tightly closed and plunged the room into a cozy, dim ambiance.

She poured herself a glass of water from the fresh pitcher on her nightstand, changed into something comfy from her wardrobe, and got settled in with her book on the sofa.

An estimated thirty to forty minutes later, Raphael poofed into the room in a bright cloud of smoke and smelling strongly of his bath products - cherries and musk - and a hint of the smoke.  He had changed into only a pair of loose lounge pants, and, while he still looked tired, the agitation and irritation from earlier had significantly softened across his features.  In his hand was a glass and a bottle of something with a curious shimmer that she would bet was awfully strong.  Though ‘mortal’ alcohol didn’t affect devils, there were some substances in the Hells that could affect them similarly - she’d eat the book in her hand if that bottle didn’t contain at least one of them.

He was quick to spy her and sauntered over, pulling the top from the bottle.  He filled his glass and immediately downed the contents.  His eyes closed as he savored it.  The glass was then refilled and the bottle loudly plunked down on the nearby coffee table as he turned and sank into the sofa.  

Reaching over, his finger tipped her book up enough to glimpse the cover.  He allowed his head to fall against the back cushion and demanded that she read to him.

She asked if he would like her to start from the beginning.

Raphael replied that ‘from where’ didn’t matter; he simply wanted to hear her lovely voice.

And so - feeling a little awkward at first as this wasn’t something she had ever really done outside of school classes - she picked up where she left off in the middle of a silly lesson story filled with cooking mishaps.

After that story came to a close, she noticed that he was battling keeping his eyes from closing.  Most of his drink was gone, the glass balanced precariously on his thigh within his slackened hold.

He waved her off when she suggested that he could take a nap but either didn’t notice or didn’t care when she slipped the glass from his hand and placed it on the table before she began reading aloud the next story.

Yet it wasn’t long until he was twisting around to impishly rest his head on her thigh, under the guise of needing the rest of the sofa to stretch himself out.

It struck her that the way he fought against his need for sleep - for this wasn’t the first time she had seen him push himself to this point and refuse to allow himself actual rest - was likely another manifestation of his denial and detestation of the human, mortal part of himself.

Seeing him start to lull and yearning for a little bit of payback for the hands that always managed to find themselves threading through the fur of her tail that he’d pulled over his chest, she began running her fingers through his hair, her claws light against his scalp.

With a startled grunt, his hand reflexively shot up as though to stop her, but he caught himself, his fingers curling tensely inches away from her own that had halted, as he seemed to reconsider the objection that was quick to ignite his actions.  His narrowed eyes stared up at her beneath the pinched furrowing of his brow.  She kept steady, her own gaze calmly returning to her book, as though trying not to scare off a wild creature that may interpret eye contact as something predatory.

Slowly his arm lowered again to rest over his stomach and she saw the tension leave his neck and shoulders.  She resumed playing with his hair.

He said nothing of the exchange, as though the interruption never happened.

His hair was soft and smooth with the slightest curl at the ends.  It had obviously just been washed but he must have magically dried it.  It left the slightest residue of some product on her fingers and her movements once more scented the air tartly with cherries.

By the time she finished the second story, his eyes had closed again and his belly was rising and falling with the deeper breaths of sleep.

Truly, even a devil needed his moments of peace.

How many others did he allow to see him so vulnerably?  Knowing that couldn’t number many made her feel both pity and privileged.  That would only become exponentially unlikely as he chased his ambitions and brought the Hells under his power.  He couldn’t afford to allow himself to be vulnerable around others.  The amount of trust he placed in her - despite not even having control of her - brought a sense of awe.  Their friendship was something she had come to cherish so fast.

But she couldn’t fall asleep here on the couch like this herself or they’d both be waking up later with sore necks and complaining.

Closing the book, she contemplated how successful she’d be in coercing him into going back to sleep if he woke up even for the brief moment to relocate to her bed.

Her fingers gently caressed the planes of his face, so much softer in sleep when not pulled and twisted by the scowls and exaggerated masks he wore during the day.

A boop on the nose didn’t wake him as she thought it would.

So she poked his cheek and threw on her ‘no nonsense’ voice, telling him to get up.  His eyes fluttered slightly, but he resisted until she stood and his head dropped back to the sofa.

The jolt did the trick to wake him and she used his momentary confusion to try to pull him to his feet.  He jerked his arm away but sat up with a growl, all the while, looking like he was about to tip over.  With a roll of her eyes, she bent forward and grasped his hands, attempting to haul him up again while advising that they should go to bed.

Begrudgingly, he relented, finally standing and following her guidance the short distance to her bed, his hand still in hers.

She pulled the light cover back and slid to the other side.  He climbed in after her with a yawn but veritably fell to the mattress.  With hardly enough time to pull the cover over herself, he shifted to close the distance between them, slinging an arm over her waist as he pressed his face to her side with a content rumble that morphed into a deep purr.

Within a few breaths, Raphael was once more asleep.

She let out a quiet laugh - forever giddy since discovering devils and tieflings purred - and covered her own yawn.  Getting as comfortable as she could with a deceptively heavy devil now using her as a teddy bear, she closed her eyes and felt the soft haze of sleep overtake her.

Part 2...?

[mrfancyfoot]

Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Evie (f!OC)

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- A Blank Page - "Evie starts her contractually mandated courtship friendship period with Raphael and he presents her with a gift."

A short, (uhm, mostly) cute and fluffy prompt piece for Part II of Plots & Prosody. Part II begins post-BG3 events wherein Evie begins making a life for herself in Baldur's Gate, and Raphael is making good on his plans to conquer unite the Hells...while also trying to court her (of which she is completely oblivious).

This will probably be absorbed into Prosody in some form in the future when I get to the appropriate place officially, but for now, it will live on Tumblr. :)

Thank-you, anonymous friend, for spinning up a prompt!

Prompt Rating: T / SFW Word count: 777 Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon Tags/Warnings: POV Evie; POV Raphael; Raphael x Evie; Fluff; Friendship; Stalking; Obsession; Dark Romance

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List Related Prompts: Good Morning , Caress , Supreme

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“A gift, my dear,” Raphael declared as he held out a book - a journal - to her, “to commemorate the transition to a new chapter of your life.”

Wide-eyed, Evie accepted it and ran her hands over the soft, reinforced, black leather cover.  It was embossed with her name in a golden script between a trio of tiny, glimmering gemstones arranged into a fanned shape with golden scrolling.

It was the first thing he’d given her without the expectation of receiving something in return.  She almost questioned it, though he had deliberately used the word ‘gift.’

“Oh, gosh, this feels almost too nice to use!” she exclaimed as she paged it open.  High-quality binding, pages that were thick enough that ink wasn’t going to simply bleed through them.  

He smiled smugly as she lifted it to her nose and inhaled the delicious smell of new leather and paper.  And not muck and mildew like her current one...

“Are these…opals?” she asked in awe.

Raphael nodded with a gesture, his eyes flicking between her ears.  “I couldn’t help but notice that you appear to have a preference for the gem.”  He then frowned, his brow raising in question.  “If that is incorrect, I can have another placed instead.”

Evie shook her head emphatically.  “No, no!  It’s one of my favorites.”  She self-consciously brushed a hand over her ear realising that she did wear a number of them, even if they were small and minimalistic.

“The journal is enchanted to repel the grime and spills of daily happenstance,” he informed her knowingly.

“Easier to be careful when you’re not travelling and living out in the wilds for months,” she justified as she fought back a blush of embarrassment.  “But thank you, I very much appreciate the consideration!”

“Ah!  Not to be forgotten, there is something else.”  His fingers rose to snap and a small, oblong box dropped into his hand that he also passed to her.  “I have seen that you are making strides in your endeavor to render quills obsolete, though in the meanwhile, I thought a fresh plume was warranted.  This one will take dictation.”

Slipping the journal into the crook of her arm, she carefully lifted the lid off the box.  Inside was cushioned a fine, white quill with a pearlescent sheen that reminded her of the opals.  She was mesmerized by how stunning it was and knew, again, that she would be hesitant to use something so nice.  

And she could use it for dictation?

“Oh, wow…  You really didn’t have to!”  The thoughtfulness that went into it genuinely touched her.

Today marked the first day of fulfilling her side of their contract - in exchange for the Orphic hammer, she had agreed to spending a minimum of six full days with him every month, for a period of two years.  It was really just more or less a continuance of their meetings from before…in contract form.  An easy thing to agree to, all things considered at the time.  And he still got his Crown, so almost everyone was happy in the end.

Though, from even before then, it had increasingly felt like Raphael was afraid of the possibility of losing her presence in his life since she repeatedly refused to sign over her soul to him.  He clearly saw her time as at least equal in value to the hammer.  It was cute, in a ‘contractually mandated friendship’ kind of way.

Raphael would probably, absolutely never admit it, but it was clear as day to her that the human part of the devil needed real affection and affirmation.  And so, she would gladly help to fill that need.

“May I hug you?” she slyly asked with a grin.

While he looked mildly surprised for all of half a second, he removed his hand from his hip and held his arms out.

She excitedly bounded forward to wrap her arms around him and felt him mirror her.  “I do love them, thank you.”

“Think nothing of it, my dear,” he smoothly replied with a chuckle.  “I am merely happy to see that you are pleased with them and in knowing that they will assuredly be put to excellent use.”

He couldn’t fool her.  Raphael might have been cool as a cucumber on the outside, but his heart was now beating up an awful racket in his chest.  She bit her lip to keep from giggling.

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As he returned the fox’s silly, giddy embrace, Raphael eyed the gifted journal’s twin - where within her ink would be duplicated - nestled surreptitiously between other books upon the shelves nearest his desk.

Another way to keep a close watch on his intended.

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~WIP Whenever~

Who wears that silk doublet?

Another teaser process pic for "The Devil's Flower." I've been adding a lot of background details and working out shading and lighting. I've redone her eyes completely like 5 times. Her ears still need a ton of work. This is probably the most detailed piece that I've worked on in many years, so it's fun and very satisfying (if occasionally frustrating along the way) seeing it coming together cohesively. ❤️

[mrfancyfoot]

Fancy's Baldur's Gate Master List

I write and create works that frequently toe the line between serious and absurd. I like to explore many of the "between" moments, "what-ifs," thought experiments, culture clash, and slice of life. While much of my content runs the gamut of ratings, it is very much intended for an adult (18+) audience. My WIP "Plots & Prosody" (info below) is my current focus.

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▹Main OC

Evie Felicien: Character Reference └── My "modern girl nautiloided into Faerûn" OC found in the below works.

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Raphael x Evie (f!humanOC/Tav): └── Evie's Pickup Skills

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▹Patchwork Plots

Astarion x Evie (f!humanOC) | Rating: E/Varied | WIP | AO3 Chapter 1

Summary: An indulgent, often humorous drabble/snapshot series for my merry little band of murder-hobos led by someone with little sense of self-preservation.

▹Plots & Prosody

Raphael x Evie (f!humanOC) | Rating: E/Varied | WIP | AO3 Chapter 1

**I am in the process of cleaning up the links for the tumblr posts of chapters to add here.

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Summary: All’s fair in love and war. Plots & Prosody is the equally indulgent Patchwork Plots spin-off drabble/snapshot (mis)adventures of Evie, set during the main events of BG3 and after, as she makes a new life for herself in Baldur’s Gate. And the devil attempting to court her while he takes over the Hells. . . Things are bustling in Baldur’s Gate as the city rebuilds. Life is looking up for Evie who has ambitions set on her (re-)inventions and business ventures as she juggles a certain vampire’s budding political career, the unwitting godhood bestowed upon her by a clan of fanatical fish people, and the increasing attentions of a devil who she believes woefully has no other friends.

Prosody diverts from Patchwork in Act II when Astarion decides instead that he needs to focus on himself first and isn’t ready for a relationship. He and Evie remain very close (platonically). For undisclosed plot reasons (that would spoil Patchwork but aren’t so relevant here), this occasionally features a (softer) version of Ascended!Astarion. This, of course, opens an opportunity for someone else to stir up drama in ways only a cambion with a budding obsession over an oblivious AuDHD-modern-girl can.

It is recommended for context and the character development, but not wholly necessary, that you read Patchwork Plots first. :)

Prosody Prompt Fills and Shorts

A Blank Page: "Evie starts her contractually mandated courtship friendship period with Raphael and he presents her with a gift." | Raphael x Evie; Fluff; Friendship; Stalking; Obsession; Dark Romance

Good Morning: "Raphael has turned into Evie's unexpectedly enthusiastic guinea pig as she's wrapped up in the grueling project of (re-)inventing cell phones and the internet. Turns out the devil likes 'Good Morning' texts." | Raphael x Evie; Fluff; Humor; Fantasy Tech; Raphael Learns How to Text; Raphael is Down Bad; Devil Courtship; He's a Silly Devil <3

Caress: "She arrives at the House of Hope to find a grumpy, stressed devil in need of a nap.  AKA: Despite himself, Raphael succumbs to some of his more human needs." | Raphael x Unnamed F!Tav/OC (implied Evie); Fluff; Comfort; Cozy; Slight Alcohol/Drug Use by Raphael; Raphael’s Only Soft for Her; Cuddly Devil; Devils Can Purr; Some Slight Charitable Reimaginings of HoH Architecture; Devil Courtship

Supreme: "Evie reflects on Raphael's chosen title as he commences with his plans to take over the Hells." | Raphael x Evie; Humor; Fluff; Silliness; Modern Girl in BG; Pop Culture References; Befriending the Devil

A Gift of Heart: "To a devil, gifting the heart of your enemy (for free, no less!) is practically a confession of love. Evie contemplates getting a spray bottle to spritz her murderous cat of a devil friend." | Raphael x Evie; Dark Humor; ...Fluff?; Dark Romance; Evie is a Bit Socially/Romantically Naive; Devil Courtship

A Bite of Cold: "Just because Raphael must dispose of the many enemies standing between him and his rule of the Hells doesn’t mean he needs to be wasteful. Or: Raphael presents Evie with some nice, new hides of his enemies furs to fight off the chill of winter that has come to Baldur’s Gate." | Raphael x Evie; Fluff; Dark Romance; Violence & Gore; Only Soft for Her; Gift Giving; Sexually Suggestive

Raphael is a Romantic - Headcanon

▹Requests are presently open for Prosody-universe prompt, headcanon, etc fills!

▹In The Works

Plots & Prosody - Chapter 19: "A contract is signed."

Prosody Kinktober Prompt Fill - Body Worship: "Victorious in battle, there is only one thing on Raphael's mind: seeing his fox and claiming his prize." | Bathing, Humor, Body Worship, Smut

Prosody Prompt Fill - Soup & Crackers: "Evie falls ill and Raphael opts to spend the day in bed with her." | Illness; Comfort; Fluff

Prosody Prompt Fill - Taxes: "Tax season is nearing and Evie is anxious about fulfilling her civic duty correctly. Astarion and Raphael argue over what paperwork does and doesn't need to be filed and paid until they end up just doing it themselves." | Humor; Fluff

Latest WIP Whenever: A sneak peak at artwork "The Devil's Flower" and Prosody Ch.19

▹Certain prompt fills are presently Tumblr-exclusive for Plots & Prosody (if/when they can be officially added to the main story, they'll be posted to AO3 as well). If you would like to be tagged when story updates or prompts are posted to tumblr, please drop me a comment or DM. :3