#character study // haarlep

[loyalborn]

demi sexual haarlep who still loves sex

demi sexual haarlep who can see that people are attractive

demi sexual haarlep who has never been genuinely sexually attracted to someone

demi sexual haarlep who's so in denial

[dark-and-kawaii]

bg3 men of your choosing and kinks?

Notes: Yummy!!! I got you dear anon xoxo

⟡ Characters: Halsin - Gale - Zevlor - Haarlep - Raphael - Wyll - Rolan

⟡ Content: NSFW - Kinks - Lots Of Kinks

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Zevlor loves a good creampie. Like, please let this old man cum deep within you!!! It will literally make him go insane, his tail thrashing around behind him as he fills you so full of his seed. Especially if you let me do it after only just meeting. It’s been so long since he’s felt such warmth envelop his cock. Gods, and when he sees the way his white milky substance leaks out of you afterwards… it’s enough to keep him hard and wanting to go at it again. Maybe it’s part of the breeding kink he has, the dire need- of wanting a family to call his own. And you just look so pretty like this- with your legs spread and his cum spilling out.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Haarlep is an incubus, a demon- a chaotic being so of course dacryphilia. Whether you’re crying from his cock stretching you or crying from the way this creature overstimulates you- he relishes in it. Haarlep adores taunting you, always adding a hint of mockery to his coos, “Awh my little Dove, does it hurt?” Before leaning down to lick away the tears running down that pretty face of yours he loves so much. “Or is it simply too much for your mortal body to endure?” As he lets out a wicked laugh, flashing you his infamous smirk.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Rolan not only enjoys overstimulating you, but also craves being overstimulated himself. This grumpy tiefling wizard has more depth than meets the eye. He’s so pent up from studying and perfecting new spells that when he finally gets his hands on you he’s using your body as a means of release. He unleashes all his frustrations on your tight little fuck hole, pounding you relentlessly with his cock. Bullying that body of yours until you’re nothing more than a babbling mess with your tongue lolled out, until his body gives up on him, collapsing on top of you, gasping for breath. The slightest touch sending his body into shock.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Raphael is a cocky bastard, and everyone knows this. Gets off on denying you your orgasm. Loves being in control of your body, mind, and soul- the devil will wait until you’re begging for him to give you your release- begging for his cock acknowledging that only he can bring you such intense pleasure. Telling him that no one- nor anything matters, only him. Once you’ve pleaded enough, he’ll express how satisfied he is with your obedience and will hint at granting you that long awaited release.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Wyll adores praising you, worshipping you in your intimate moments. He genuinely worshiped every aspect of you, even finding all your imperfections incredibly beautiful. Especially if you have a scar, no matter how small or large, he’ll lovingly kiss along it. And he takes such delight in receiving the same level of adoration from you, as you worship his cock, the very cock that causes your toes to curl and your body to writhe beneath him.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Listen, Halsin sometimes involuntarily shifts into a bear, and he always apologizes for it. But if you accept him for who he truly is, Gods he’ll be utterly smitten with you. As things start to get a bit more steamy his body begins to glow as he transforms into his bear shape. But, if you playfully giggle at him and start to run, enticing him to chase you by wiggling your finger, oh yes, it will not only arouse him further to chase you, but also show him you’re open to some unconventional foreplay. Being a bear he’ll eventually catch up to you and pounce on you as gently as he can. It’s so endearing to him how you softly plead, “oh no~ plllleeeease~ someone help~” as your fingers run through his fur.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Gale is so cute, he just absolutely craves the sensation of your fingers tugging at his hair while you ride his face. He always smiles while probing you with his tongue when he feels your nails digging into his scalp as his stubble tickles between your thighs. And when it comes to your hair, well you best believe this man takes joy in giving a gentle tug here and there. Not too rough, but enough to crane your neck back so that he can lock eyes with you before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

[mslanna]

Secretly pining Raphael reacting to Tav saving his life. When he asks why they did so and/or what they want in exchange for saving him, Tav very clearly almost admits that they did it because they care about him, but they catch themself and, even though it is very obvious that the both of them know exactly what Tav was just about to say, the adventurer "corrects" themself ("I did it because I- Because you're my ally."). Tav then quickly tries to excuse themself; poor thing feels awkward and embarrassed because the cambion has not made his feelings for his little mouse clear at all.

they/them Tav without body configuration character death (not Raphael or Tav) of screen death, blood read it on AO3

Tell Me Why

"They were my incubus," Raphael growls.

"I know," Tav replies flat.

"They have shared my life and bed for over two centuries."

"I know."

"And you killed them."

Tav only nods. There is nothing to add. They did indeed kill the incubus. The body lies on the tiled floor of the boudoir, red blood looking like just another ornament in the room. It is a shame, Tav thinks. It was nothing personal. Tav holds out the dagger they used to kill Haarlep to the cambion. "Enchanted," they say as if it is an explanation.

Raphael takes the dagger and scrutinises it closely; more closely than he looked at the body of his incubus. "A rare and precious item," he comments. "Few are strong enough to enchant weapons against incubi."

"It cost me a pretty bit." Tav shrugs. It cost its former owner his life so an assortment of sprains and bruises doesn't feel worth mentioning. And nightmares. But there are always nightmares ever since the elder brain.

"How much? Asking as an interested investor."

Tav shrugs their tunic off one arm and displays the scar curving around their shoulder before vanishing into the small of their back. "Nothing a good potion and healer can't mend."

The devil's eyes burn along the scar, flaring bright when it vanishes from view. "I can remove the scar, you know."

"It's a good reminder to be careful." Tav smiles wistfully. "And it was worth it."

Korrilla and Tav pieced together information painfully over the last weeks. Testing if there were alarms connected to a portal opened through Helsik had been touch and go. Sending a rat with a message attached to its foot had been close to suicide.

But they had found the alarm and where it went. And who benefited from this delicate information. The incubus had their own network of spies and indebted souls. And like Raphael, they had ambition. It is a shame. Tav prods the body with a foot.

"Here." Tav hands Raphael a bundle of letters and notes. That is more explanation than the dagger, or at least explanation of the why instead of the how. The cambion hasn't attacked or otherwise threatened them yet. Tav wants to keep it that way.

Raphael picks through the papers. Every now and then, he harrumphs with displeasure. He looks up when Korrilla bursts into the room. She catches her breath and stares at the body.

"So I am not too late. Good. They gave me the slip in Cania." She walks around the body as best as possible. One if its claws still grips the silken sheets of the bed, fingernails ripping at the soft fabric.

"Cania?" Raphael's voice is cold at the eighths hell's wastes.

"Haarlep planned to take over the House of Hope," Korrilla explains. "With a little help from their – sugar daddy."

The temperature drops at the mention of Mephistopheles.

"Better check up on any recent arrivals," Tav says into the silence. "Haarlep smuggled in their people for a while now. A list of those we could discover is among the notes."

Raphael picks out the paper and studies it with narrowing eyes. Finally he looks at the two mortals. "Good work."

"On to more pressing matters." Korrilla bows curtly and leaves the other two with the corpse.

Tav looks at the door. They should be going as well. They shouldn't be here to start with. But it is what it is. "Well, good to know I was in time." They smile brightly. "Should get going."

Raphael reaches out and stops them in their tracks. His fingers burn long marks into Tav's skin through their tunic. "One more thing."

Tav's smile turns brittle but stays in place. "Yes?" It was better than the automatic "anything" that bit through their lips. You do not toy with devils. And much less do you let them know how much you like them, especially when they do not return the feelings. Which devils can't. And Tav is deep enough into their own undoing to allow Raphael to hasten it with even more smouldering looks and lingering fingers.

"Why?" Raphael paused. "Your contract is fulfilled, little mouse. You are free. And yet you return. And now – this." He gestures at the corpse between them.

"It was you who called on me." Tav smiles at the memory. A dinner worthy of kings and queens. An evening they would never forget, getting pampered by the devil they knew. Unfortunately, not a devil they were allowed to do.

"I promised we'd dine." Raphael returns the smile. "It was only logical to repeat such an invigorating experience."

Invigorating. Not the word he used back then. Tav always suspected he enjoyed himself from the start. To finally have confirmation was encouraging. "It was nice," they agree. "Is."

"Isn't it just." Raphael hones his charm in on them. "But it is nary enough to warrant such – engagement."

If only. Tav sighs inwardly. They can't think of any good argument that doesn't look spun from thin air. Not to mention they'd all be. The devil has them on a leash whether he knows it or not. "Well." Tav tilts their head.

"Well?" Raphael moves around the corpse with predatory anticipation.

Does he know how? It isn't impossible, the devil is close to reading minds the way he puts together minuscule clues. And if he knows, what is it to him? Tav regards his hungry visage. "Maybe it is?" they volunteer.

"Still bribable with food?" He raises a brow.

"It was a good first move." Tav smiles at the memory. "I like where it led me and, well, also I car- cannot lose such a valuable ally." Tav chickens out after the last second.

For a moment it seems as if Raphael's face falls. Then the wolfish grin is back on his face. "Far be it from me to bereave you of that." He puts an arm around Tav's shoulders. "And one good turn deserves another, does it not? Let me prepare something special for our next meeting."

Fire creeps into Tav's cheeks. The devil's tone is innuendo and temptation. Hot desire shoots into their crotch. Maybe they should have said something after all. Well, there was always next time. "That's not necess-"

Raphael interrupts their squeaked reply. "My treat. You deserve. Trust me."

[bitethedevil]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love 💚

I have only written three longer fics, so some of them will be oneshots

Living with The Devil You Know (AO3 Link):

It's probably my favorite that I've done. It's getting rather long but we are nearing the end soon. It's at 14 chapters right now. It was supposed to be a very light-hearted fic but it has turned pretty dark.

Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge. Tav gets chained to the House of Hope with constructs similar to those of Prince Orpheus'. When her friends eventually come to save her and brings him back his Orphic Hammer, Raphael will kill each and every one of them in front of her before claiming what is rightfully his: her soul...

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

The Devil's Dinner Party (AO3 Link):

This one has a special place in my heart because it was the first fic I ever showed anyone! It has a bit of a dark twist that I won't spoil too much. It's three chapters and it's a finished work.

Summary: Tav accepts Raphael’s invitation to a dinner party after she had handed him the Crown of Karsus. None of her companions show up, so it is just her, Raphael, and a bunch of Raphael’s favored clients. Raphael is suspiciously kind to her, but everything might not be as perfect as it seems

More Than Our Fathers (AO3 Link)

I love writing this one so much. It's a Raphael x Demigoddess!Reader fic. It's probably my most planned work to date and I have read so much lore for this one. It is still ongoing but there are currently four chapters.

Summary: It was in the years after the Fall of Netheril that fate decided to push the two of you together: the daughter of the God of Divination and the son of the Archdevil of the Eighth. An unlikely pair, but you learned throughout the years that you had more in common than you thought: you were both driven by ambition and you both longed to become more than what your fathers made you.

A Portrait of a Cambion (AO3 Link)

This was a 'character study turned fic'-kind of situation. It is basically my headcanon about why Haarlep is with Raphael and why he hates his father. It's a story of how he once loved someone and how he learned the consequences of getting distracted by those feelings. It's a oneshot. (Fun fact: I consider it as canon in Living with The Devil You Know too, and when Raphael tells Tav about his previous love, this story is what he is talking about.)

Summary: Raphael rejects his icky mortal feelings for Tav because he remembers what happens when one is distracted by matters of the heart. He reminisces about a woman who taught him how to paint and who stole his non-existent heart over a thousand years ago.

Good Little Mouse

This is just pure depraved smut but I really liked writing it. It's pretty short. It is also pretty fucked up so remember to read the warnings.

Summary: Reader/Tav did not give Raphael the Crown but it ended up in his hands anyway. You become Raphael's pet as revenge and he uses the Crown of Karsus on you to keep you docile.

(Thank you so much for the ask! I love the idea of spreading self-love like this. It can be hard to remember to appreciate one's own work I feel like.)

[y-rhywbeth2]

My trip to Baldur's Gate: Vampire the Masquerade AUs has haunted me all day.

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The Dead Three aren't going to translate neatly and should probably be split into different characters covering different aspects of the originals. The Clan of Death is the neatest fit for them overall, but they don't all fit. The Giovanni fit Bhaal best (the Endless Night is basically his ideal, then there's the family money, the fucked up family shit). The scholarly bent of the Cappadocians with the aesthetic of the Harbingers of Skull is Myrkul and followers. Myrkul and Bhaal are too tied to death and undeath, if you take them out of here you lose something. Bane, frankly, is Ventrue with a splash of Lasombra; which does take us out of the box and the succession thing. Luckily their antediluvian is dead as hell as far as anyone can tell, so that's free real estate.

Withers is a fragment of Cappadocius; 'retired' and his one church/clan split in three (they might be pawns though god knows who of); mostly forgotten in the modern nights; seems benign on the surface and then you look closer and he's the world's least trustworthy motherfucker. Jergal has never schemed to eat Ao's soul as far as I know, but I sure wouldn't put anything past him.

Failing that he's the Capuchin... assuming those two are so unrelated, although I'm pretty sure the Capuchin is Lazarus.

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Haarlep is hosting the succubus club. I will overlook how much it annoys be that 5e stopped the succubus being strictly tanar'ri for the bit.

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Durge: Extremely low generation Giovanni neonate... or Baali, if you want to go ultimate edgelord. Enjoys the principle of Taboo in their necromancy work too much.

Gale: Has an Oblivion-tainted chunk of Mr 'I Can Totally Eat God's Soul and Replace Him' in his chest, so Cappadocian, I guess. Formerly awakened, but he ignored his avatar when it warned him not to touch The Thing and here we are.

Astarion: World's Worst Tremere Wants Dark Thaumaturgy. So he doesn't have to actually study hermetic mysticism to get the rewards of blood sorcery. And also to be free of the pyramid. Cazador should not be a regent, but alas, he won his certamen against Velioth. And also diablerised him. And made a pact with an Archduke of Hell.

Shadowheart: Setite by faith, Lasombra Abyss Mystic by lineage. Is actually kinfolk to the Children of Gaia, but she neither knows that nor would it help her to know that in any way.

Karlach: Abandoned Gangrel fledgling is taken in by Kind Older Vampire who is Going to Show Her the Ropes and Definitely Not Scheming; This is heart-warming and definitely not going to be tragic. (The horns and tail are permanent frenzy mutations).

Wyll: I got Toreador vibes over here. He's got an insanely high humanity rating, but Mizora's a diabolist and Wyll's caught in the net. Haven't decided whether Mizora or, if I stretch, Ulder is his sire. It's probably Mizora.

Lae'zel: Still thinking on that one, but I do get Sabbat crusader vibes. Ventrue antitribu? I think that fits. She's had heavy modification from a deceased Tzimisce pack mate.

[seraphimaa]

Haarlep character study/further Headcanons

Some more word vomit that nobody asked for about how I perceive Haarlep and what it would look to love him in the ways that you can.

Warnings: a bit nsfw, unhealthy relationships(?)

Available under the cut!

A wider look at his general character, to begin with …

- haarlep lives in the boudoir, starved of everything that gives him purpose, power and fulfilment in life. His existence may cater to base comforts, he does not live in danger because Raphael would not risk killing him in fear of what may replace him. This does not mean, however, that does not make it a happy existence. He is starved of sex and intimacy, the very thing that he was built to live for. His enjoyment of flirting, and charming, and experiencing the “chase” of those he lays with is all but stripped from him too, spending hundreds or thousands of years trapped alone with only himself for company. This means that Haarlep’s life inside the house of Hope is very like that of a caged animal in a circus. He performs tricks when told but when he’s not needed to entertain, he is left to pace in a tiny cage that is built to meet none of his needs. He has lost any power and purpose he once had, it slumbers inside of him while he sleepwalks through existence.

- It only gets worse when you consider what Haarlep is. As an incubus, he is the embodiment of hunger, much like a vampire, but he feeds the source with sex and intimacy instead of blood. He is always in a state of need, never fully satisfied or fulfilled and always manipulating and corrupting others in order to fill the endless void that screams for more, day and night. He will never know what it feels like to live without this consuming curse and the purpose of his existence is to simply feed it as much as possible. So while in the house of Hope, Haarlep is starving every. single. day. His nature would be screaming at him to feed and he would have nothing to do other than stay in that room becoming more and more feral and driven half insane. Much like Raphael tortures Hope because he despises everything that she represents, I think Haarlep is in a similar situation. Raphael looks at this creature who thrives off of affection and intimacy and hates it because to him, that is a weakness. The solution? Make it suffer an eternity, only giving it enough of what it needs to survive and then it, like Hope, may suffer the same hell that he existed in. There would be no need for weak things like Hope or intamacy in his house.

- on the topic of his incubus nature, I think everything from his smell, sickly sweet but poorly hiding the predatory and carnivorous musk beneath, to the way in which his demonic eyes mimicked that of a reptile wearing a flesh suit, would cause him to feel undeniable uncanny underneath his charming surface. Incubi are masters of understanding mortal emotion and motivation enough to mimic them, usually masters in the art, but remembering that Haarlep has been locked in isolation for an unimaginable amount of time, with the exception of the occasional pragmatic exchange with a visitor, it’s not hard to believe this this would be less masked in his presentation than one would usually expect. When he moves, he slinks and prowls around like a giant demonic tiger, muscles taught and always looking ready to pounce. His face would contort to all of the correct responses, but his expressions would always have a manic intensity to them that looked unnatural and more like what an actor would do on stage. His eyes would stay the same no matter the shape his face made, always dark and piercing you with that uncanny intensity, never leaving you once. Under the mask, you were making eye contact with the dangerous predator that lived underneath.

What it look like when you came along?

- When you encounter in him the boudoir, you give him everything he had spent so long without. You bring a spark of chaos that he’d forgotten the feel of to begin with - if nothing else, a little entertainment for once, but you don’t stop there. You blush and shy before him, you fall for his pretty words and you follow his every demand and for the first time in so long, you finally feed the screaming hunger inside. He charms and flirts with you until you climb under him and all but spend yourself to make him feel good and to serve his every desire. For the first time, he remembers the power that he has and what he was built to do. You, for a moment, make the hunger disappear and give him total satisfaction. A new breath of life. If that wasn’t enough, you also gift him a new form to wear, something he’s also been denied by his master. You waltz into his little cage and where you easily could have cut down the strange creature lurking on the satin sheets, you instead give him every single thing he had been denied for almost his whole existence. You liberate him from his sleepwalking and he becomes fascinated with you for this.

- when alone, Haarlep would now have something interesting to do. He’d love to use your form and just play with it. I know it already mentioned this but I can’t overstate how much I love the idea of Haarlep viewing this form as a fun “doll” to experiment and ‘practice’ with. Brushing your hair, washing it, putting it up in different pretty ways. New and exciting hair. Trying on makeup. Learning what suited your features and how to put it on without making a mess. Your face and all the ways it moves. Siting for hours in front of a vanity mirror, smiling, crying, frowning, that little O your mouth made with your eyes rolling back just like when you’d cum for him for the 4th time that first day…They all looked so delicate and different to his other face. At first, they’d been all wrong and he’d even unsettled himself seeing your face contorted into such hard angles but he had so much time to practice. Using your voice and all the noises he could make with you. The soft chiming of your made sounded too sulty when spoken with his tongue, something else he could improve over time. It was fun to scream and wail and all sorts, they sounded so cute when he was you. He mimicked the moans and gasps you’d made for him as you’d panted and whimpered beneath him the most because those were his favourites. He’d hum and murmur phrases over and over again as he paces around his room, moments of boredom or silence broken by depraved whines and giggles. Your body would be extremely fun to learn. Nobody would know you as intimately as Haarlep could. He would know exactly how you liked to be touched and where, the exact amount of pain that would still allow you to revel in the throes of pleasure, and exactly how your body hurt and jerked in response to crossing that threshold, how to make you cum at his very whim, how to edge you for hours and days at a time, every depraved little kink that caused a jolt of heat to spread in your loins. I think the absolute fascination with being you would only grow his obsession. It was like he wanted to be you, and have you both at the same time.

- this would lead to Haarlep being desperate for you to continue returning to him. Not only can he study you in the flesh, fascinated by every word and move you make, but he can also continue establish a consistent way to feed his incubus cravings. Not only does he want you to come back and let him use you again, but he wants you to stay longer every time. ‘You should bathe with him, little mouse.’ ‘Before you go, tell me about how exactly you managed to drop a spectator flask in the middle of a a tavern.’ ‘But, surely you must be tired, no? The master will be gone for weeks. You could just sleep here.’ Don’t get me wrong, he likes you. You feed him and you make him feel good and you like him so why wouldn’t he? He likes your face and your body and your voice and your hair. Anyway, it lets him know you better. Use you better. Yes, the days spent fucking, or lounging in the bath or bed, or listening to him tell you that you were special and he just loved being around you weren’t lies as far as Haarlep cared, he meant every word of it. Your mistake would be to assume that this means that it’s noticed by love.

- as discussed, incubi are alien in their culture and experience to us. Haarlep is not capable of applying love to his range of abilities, at least not how mortals would usually expect it. He can obsess over you, desperate and possessive. He can like you, and need you, and feel empty every time he isn’t feeding, but you will never be his equal. Whatever flavour your relationship takes, be it predator and prey, pet and master, or shiny toy and owner, to be clear Haarlep will always prioritise his own needs above your own, even when it appears he is being thoughtful, the logic will always loop back to being something that also benefits himself too. Your relationship and favour with Haarlep does not extend past your usefulness to him. He ‘loves’ you because you give him life and power by submitting to him. As soon as you deny him his nature and needs then he would be simply incapable of having interest in you past that, unless it was to force you back into submission. He, by his nature, would want you to see him as your sole purpose in life. He needs you to love him, and need him, and think about him, and fear him and he needs you to feel hollow and empty whenever he is not there. Love is devoting yourself to this cause and wanting nothing but his happiness, and reducing yourself to something that can’t exist without him. The way he would return this love is by trying to treat you well and keep you happy too. He would recognise your needs and desires and as long as it didn’t conflict with his own, he would humour you any time he could. Again, you’re valuable to him, a souvenir of his new life and a reliable source to feed from, and he likes you. There would be nothing to gain from being bad and deliberately cruel to you, unless you pushed him into it. He wants you thriving and all the more eager to give him whatever he wants, when he asks. It may manipulative and selfishly motivated, but again, that is just his nature. He would love you very deeply and consumingly, but like a possession or a useful toy.

- On that note, loving Haarlep would not be a pleasant, easy experience. First it comes with accepting that loving him is inherently destructive. While you spend your time filling the void in Haarlep, he would spend his moulding the emptiness inside of you to only fit him because he had to ensure that you would never have a reason to leave or deny him and he had to make your needs fit only what he could provide you. He would convince you that only he could make you happy and that nobody would ever compare to him, and he would sow a deep fear inside of you that if you disappointed him, he’d leave you and you’d be alone and have nothing. Think about it, incubus are kind of the embodiment of unhealthy, toxic, and destructive relationships and the kind of romance written about in Shakespearean epics that always ends in tragedy. Again, he does very much love you in his own way but that doesn’t mean it translates as such. Give him everything he wants? Good, he’ll treat you like a perfect little doll and he’ll be so doting, and loving, and soft, and kind for you. Try to deny or escape him? He will use fear and suffering to convince you back into his warm, “loving” embrace.

- on that note, I think another tragic element to this romance comes from the fact that what Haarlep genuinely views as kindness, isn’t always perceived as such. Your relationship would destroy any passion and enjoyment you have for life outside of your bond to him, as his nature intends. This means that the fuller he feels, the emptier you often feel and the only cure and comfort you can find, by his design, is himself. Say he sees your spark slipping more every time you come back, your eyes more dull and tired with every visit. It would make him feel distressed. He didn’t want you to be unhappy. He wanted to make you happy like you make him happy. What was it you needed that he want giving to you? If he took your soul and left you a mindless doll, then surely then you’d be happy and stop crying? You’d not even remember any other needs, you’d be like him. The only hunger you would feel anymore would be to be used which is perfect because he always hungers to use you. Wouldn’t this be the kind thing to do? He’d do it for you, because he cares. It would make them both so happy. He’d hiss into your ear as he rode you frowning at the tears slipping onto the sheets. “It would all be over so quick. You wouldn’t feel anything. You’d never be sad again. Let me do this for you.”

- on a lighter note, for all the extreme oppressive lows of loving him, there would also come the incomparable highs he’d be able to make you feel that kept you returning. I mean, if you’re someone who struggles with loneliness and connecting to others, those issues would be long forgotten with him. He would know you inside and out better than anyone ever could. Your fears, your desires and everything that made you ‘you’ would be engraved into his memory. Like a little subconscious, he’d exist at the back of your brain, a constant companion. You’d feel his awareness of you and your activities at all times and sometimes you’d hear him reaching out to you, begging for you to return to him. With Haarlep, for better or worse, you’d never know what it felt to be alone or have privacy of anything anymore. Everything that you had and that you were would be his too. As long as you could cope with the uncertainty of what he was capable of feeling for you, knowing how much of the act came from truth, he would play the role of whatever you wanted him to be. He’d build a little world where the only things that existed were both of you and you would never be alone or unhappy as long as you just stayed here in it, with him.

The ‘happy ever afters’…

- I can see it ending multiple ways. Firstly, there’s the chance that he simply grows bored of you after you get old or he simply finds something newer and more exciting. Perhaps he drains you of all your passion and fun and then has no use left for you. Either he’ll convince you to give him your soul as a final act of devotion to him and move on, or maybe he’ll just forget about you and leave you behind, so broken and alone. The emptiness he made inside of you would no doubt consume you and you would be left a lifeless husk regardless. He wouldn’t feel bad about it per say, he would always value everything you gave him and he had genuinely enjoyed the time spent with you but this was the inevitable conclusion, he guessed. You were by nature his prey, and as enjoyable as the feast had been, your meat smelt rotten to him now. Had you expected anything else, really?

- the second scenario I can see is that he keeps you around for as long as possible. His obsession with you, fed by his dark and consuming nature, would lead him to always be able to feed from your hand. His entire existence would become dedicated to both of your hedonistic pleasure and to milking everything he could take from you. Any time he wasn’t feeding from you, you can bet he’s out there somewhere enjoying life through your eyes. Any time you are not with him he’s haunting your mind and begging so sweetly for you. Like a treasure, he’d want to display you to the world and he’d want nothing more than to preserve you. He knew that you needed love and softness to thrive so he would deny you none of it. He would worship you and you would serve him so well in return.

- This is totally silly but I also just love the vampire and incubus dynamic. Creatures lead by the same beast but who tame it differently. I know it’s totally self gratifying but I love the idea of incubi having the ability to either turn someone into a vampire (something like older DnD lore) or Haarlep finding a way to immortalise his obsession in this method.(“ Hey, ascended Astarion, please turn me into a spawn so that I can have a dark parasitic love with my demon boyfriend.”)

Like think about it, he’d be able to corrupt and reduce his obsession to something more like him. Something he could better understand and fulfil the needs of. It would seem like the perfect solution. They would be able to let him use their body forever and feed from them as much as he ever could want. In turn, they’d be stuck to his side by the promise of as much fiendish blood as they could ever want. They’d doom each other living like two leaches attached to one another, both giving and taking in return and incapable of leaving, lest they risk starving. They’d be able to fill their needs in each other forever and their depraved idea of love would become a poetic and self fulfilling prophecy.

A/N: thanks for reading. I do take prompts and requests too. Idk if I got the right about of ‘dark’ in the ‘romance’ captured here or if I went to far in either way for it to be enjoyable but I hope you liked it. I think Haarlep is so hard to write for because when you’re trying to describe and explain the emotions and motivations of an incubus and look at the world through their lens, it mostly gets lost in translation, so to say lol.

[vacantvisage]

Filigree Welts

Gortash/Raphael (pining, implied) Gortash/Haarlep Gortash/Durge Mature, 3k words

SUMMARY:

Short vignettes of Enver's stay in the House of Hope. Gortash had been tortured by Raphael for decades. At times, he secretly uses Haarlep to relieve his frustrations. In secret, he wishes the Bhaalspawn's claws on his back were Raphael's.

TAGS: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied Sexual Content, Torture, Blood and Injury, Blood, Implied Relationships, Pining, Character Study

[arach-tinilith]

I do love delving into character study over like, the most insignificant details bg3 has. So I'm gonna talk about Haarlep and specifically the Archduchess form because I have a feeling they're pretty excited to be in a female form

They offer both forms out of tav's comfort (if you have a preference)

If you say you don't have a preference they stick with the Archduchess form but not before mentioning they only get to use that body if Raphael is feeling "particularly experimental"

Which leads me to believe that the Archduchess form is rarely used and they're excited to bust it out for literally anybody

They're an incubus so I don't think they prefer any gender so long as they're having sex but based on that interaction and basically everything they say about their sex life with Raphael, they want to add variety

[ineadhyn]

This weekend I'm going to start posting two wildly different fics, but can't decide which should come first.

Copper hearts: Francys X Astarion romance, completed, edited, fun, but also a serious character and relationship study in a way, hurt and comfort, dealing with trauma, all these things

DHL: Raphael managed to get himself killed by Tav so he's sent to our world and forced to work a minimum wage job as a punishment. Haarlep seeks revenge on a personal level. Very silly and very explicit at the same time, no beta, ongoing.

[bharv]

Haarlep knows of all the souls that pass through into the hells. They know of every contract, every default, every move of the bead of an abacus. The boy is a relatively new addition, perhaps a decade into his stay, long enough to have cracked edges but not enough time for the light to have died completely.

“Gortash. My name is Gortash.”

“Ah, Gortash.” An affected name; the true name is burned into the parchment and is eternally inescapable. “Of course. And why are you in the Master’s chambers, dear Gortash? What brings you into the heart of the nest?”

The boy juts out his chin. It is weaker than he thinks it is. “I want to learn from you.”

“Learn from me?”

“Yes. About. Well. I want to learn about sex. I want to learn from you.”

They laugh, they can’t help but laugh, and honestly they would feel bad about it if it wasn’t just so funny . The boy’s lips turn into a soft snarl, and Haarlep tries to regain themself. “You want to learn about sex? Why, surely there are other prisoners whose groping touch you could seek? There are penitents of all kinds whose hands are never far from their own bodies, I’m sure some of them would happily share in kind.”

“I want to learn from you. You exist for pleasure, isn’t that right? I don’t want to rut on the floor of a dungeon. I want to learn how to… give pleasure.”

For the DVD commentary meme

Answering this director's cut question... about my fics!

Oh, Clever Boy. So this is a kinkmeme fill that has grown out of control. I saw it and thought ah, a soulmate, because I had previously made a very, very brief mention of the idea of Gortash escaping hell with the aid of Haarlep in my character study piece Even if Love. It's now planned to be five parts long...

In this bit I was really interested in highlighting the discrepancy between what Gortash thinks he knows about Haarlep, and what Haarlep really is. They may be crafted for desire, but they are really all about power. They feed on people's lust, their greed, their vanities. Ostensibly a gift from daddy Mephistopheles to his wayward son, Haarlep is truthfully a spy, an information broker, the true power behind the throne. He is a true devil after all, where Raphael is a mere cambion, and it is an agreed upon relationship that Haarlep indulges (surely?) because there is a higher purpose to it.

So for little Enver Flymm... apologies, Gortash... to walk in and say I want to learn about sex? Which is the basest, most naïve interpretation of what a being like Haarlep truly trades in? Ridiculous. But for Haarlep to see the potential of this boy to learn about true desires, to learn about power and the trading of status? When they realise that is what the boy really wants to know? Now that is delicious.

Incidentally, I've had a blast writing Haarlep. I wasn't sure how it would go but I find it so utterly enjoyable with every line. The undercurrent of malevolence mixed with the sheer enjoyment of it all has been so yummy. There's basically no stakes for them in this. What's Raphael going to do? Cry to daddy? Haarlep will have their fun, and that is that.

[loyalborn]

thank you to this picrew for allowing me to make some designs!!

The first image is Haarlep's true form! What's not included is their secondary horns which are the classic small, curved devil horns that sit below and overlap with the larger ones.

The second image is Archimedes, Haarlep's first master. He bought them at an incubus/succubus auction and named them Vashti. I would never describe a slaver as kind, but Haarlep certainly enjoyed themself more while with him. The sex was fun and wild. Vashti was often lent to Archie's friends and allies.

[halsins-herbal-underpants]

I'm shamelessly stealing this idea from @autistichalsin lol but -- presenting, a list of the upcoming fics I'm working on. Plus if I put these down in black & white now I have to make them happen.

1. Dayan (my Tav's) full multi-chapter story of the game's plot, with an interim flashback of his time in the Underdark with Halsin. This is the big fish. I want to do short comics from this alongside.

2. Slight angsty smutfic of Astarion & Halsin helping Dayan through some particularly difficult-to-ignore aftereffects of sleeping with Haarlep.

3. Fluffy piece with Dayan taking Astarion someplace special back home.

4. Shortfic of a scene from Dayan's childhood, with his twin.

5. Heatfic (not omega) fea. Wyllsin; Wyll discovering his devilish form's new biological needs. Halsin is kind enough to help him through it. Some touches of pred/prey in there too.

6. SLOW 👏BURN 👏OAKWEAVE 👏 pre-tadpole & AU where the orb rejects the parasite

7. An oakbloodweave character study

8. Halstarion canon diversion where Halsin, unbeknownst to the group because of Orin shenanigans, gets taken by Cazador and made a spawn before the Cazador fight, and the fallout from it. Very angsty, very dead dove, I will probably cry a lot writing it.

[dvilsdesire]

// Just as a heads up, my purpose here isn't to actually write Raphael as a character, as this blog definitely focuses on Haarlep and not Raphael. However, due to the nature of their relationship, and if I don't have a Raphael I'm Rping with (or you don't), then I absolutely will 'attempt' my hand at him if the thread calls for it, though I would rather not focus entirely on him. This is only if he happens to be in the room or Haarlep calls for him etc.

Because of Haarlep's relationship with Raph, I will also share art and pics of Raphael, because... he's an important person in Haarlep's life of course :) But if you're looking for an actual Raphael to RP with, I'm definitely not that person, I don't think I have the eloquence to write him properly, and I don't have the confidence. Haarlep came to me by pure surprise and I'm having a blast with him, but I think Raphael has a much deeper character that I'd have to purposely delve into and study, whereas Haarlep just comes without study. :'D

On that note, if you DO know any Raphs... link me!? I'm so eager to write with a Raphael <3

[thishouseofhope]

Raphael, as I write him… // @raphaelapproves // Part One of ???

He is a highly charismatic and very clever—but not always very smart—individual. He is a being of contradictions and juxtaposition of seemingly impossible things.

He presents himself as a hero and a savior and as Better Than… He is self-centered and thinks he deserves the world… while simultaneously being rather harsh with himself within his own mind, constantly pushing to compete with an image of who he thinks he should be… all while doing his level best to live up to everything a devil should be.

He is honest but can be deceitful through misleading, not unlike the Fae.

He is vain and parades about as though he's the most Beautiful thing in existence and yet how many mirrors are in his House? As opposed to statues and paintings where he can look exactly as he wishes to look. Why is Haarlep not only a YOUNGER him, but an altered him, without the things he perceives as flaws—not that he would ever admit that.

He cares for no one… and yet collects misfits, and—depending on the verse and writer involved—holds varying degrees of tolerance/affection for Haarlep despite the fact that he must know his purpose. He accepts a child into his House despite having exactly zero use for him, and—in my own slightly AU canon created with a friend of mine I write with on discord who doesn't Tumblr™️/with anyone else who wants to play with the idea here—Raphael sees enough of himself in the boy's demeanor, circumstances, and overall character to take a keen interest, to even take him on as a protege.

Raphael rides an almost constant rollercoaster of euphoric highs and catastrophic lows. In the former he is an unstoppable force, making deals, composing poetry and music, barely sleeping, everything is on 20 [ very much what we would consider Manic ]. With the latter, he is erratic, moody, unstable, quick to anger, occasionally self-destructive and destructive of things like rooms in the House, and not easily soothed. Everything is wrong wrong wrong and it will never be right and he'll never be good enough and there's nothing he can do to fix this— Which will range from rage to utter despondency. He does not often throw prolonged tantrums—the ten year one with Mephistopheles was rare—but sometimes he simply loses his carefully crafted performances and his very intentionally maintained control.

He is clever and charismatic, witty, but in a way that is very practiced. Several instances he's seen as rehearsing or practicing an exchange before it happens, reciting poetry to himself to be certain he's memorized it because he certainly can't suffer failure. He is Perfection.

Raphael is, to my thinking, first and foremost a Bard… who took on a more combat-based role because being a Bard was unacceptable. He threw himself into studies of arcana, of making deals, of all sorts of things. He treats his poetry and music like just little things he does to amuse now, rather than what he pretty much lives for��pushing all else aside in favor of proving that he can be better than his father and do what he never could, after so long being mocked and mistreated as lesser.

He is entirely capable and even delights and excels in cruelty… yet seemingly only if provoked or crossed. He would much rather be reasonable and make a deal after all. Cruelty brings momentary joy and relief. But a soul or a contract or a debt? That is power.

He is an utter bastard… and yet one that most people can't quite entirely bring themselves to hate.

[1000punks]

meet me.

hello, get to know me. 👇🏻 (fanfic masterlist at the bottom!)

name: mephi (they/them)

age: 29

i'm agender, bi and i'm poly; and i love screaming about my husband and my boyfriend. i'm also autistic and disabled. it's fine, lmao.

i old school tumblr- this isn't a dedicated fandom blog or anything, so some interests:

i run a bg3 discord server with @neckromantics as well! join here if you're chill!

ttrpgs: mostly d&d (2e, 3.5e, 5e) and pathfinder

video games: zelda, assassin's creed, ES, baldur's gate 3 (mostly stems from the interest in d&d), fallout

art: i do art, i have art but i haven't posted my art on tumblr as of yet, i do commissions and all that

literature, gender studies and queer theory: the bisexual trinity

folk magic and folklore, and practicing it

k-pop: nct, shinee, exo, super m, tvxq!

vampires- i have a deep investment in the lost boys, that pale elf from that one game, wwdits, iwtv, castlevania, vampire folklore... throw a stake at it, i probably like it

the crow (1993) starring brandon lee

mcr i ran a dedicated mcr blog back in ye olden tumblr

supernatural unfortunately

writing: i can't be sure i'm very good but some people like the things i write so that's fine by me

vanity tags.

.txt: me chatting shit

.jpeg: photos i post

"fic: xyz" : my writing

"oc: xyz" my original characters

others ocs: other people's original characters

baldur's gays: bg3

i'm all pointy ears: astarion

sympathy for the devil: raphael

your favorite incubus: haarlep

bloodweave: two old gays, one is an elf and one is a wizard

hey hot stuff: karlach

the blade stands at the ready: my guy wyll

one with the weave: hello i'm gale

i am fury i am death: lae'zel

wits and blades: shadowheart

release the bats: anything vampire-y or goth of center

speak friend: LOTR

warded bond: destiel ffs

synth.mp4: 80s and synthwave-y of center stuff

let's vapor these waves: vaporwave

k-pop biases: mmmh (jongin), minnie (taemin), bubu (taeyong), man this is sweet (mark lee), fighting heyadwae (lucas wong), we are need coffee (yuta), not my problem (johnny) and yes i'm allowed four biases if nct has 23 members

i wanna be in the sequel: dedicated scream (1996) tag

the santa clara diet: dedicated lost boys (1987) tag

nothing is trivial: dedicated the crow (1993) tag

did i mention i'm autistic? no? you probably figured that out if you got all the way down here

FANFIC MASTERLIST.

bonding. (Astarion x named!Tav)

Of Paradise For Hell (Raphael x Haarlep x named!Tav)

A Wilderness Of Sweets (Raphael x named!Tav)

⚪ all of the banners, dividers and graphics i use in my fanfic posts are by @saradika-graphics! please check out her blog!

[dev1lsden]

#𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ! independent and selective. introducing haarlep , archduke / duchess raphael, the devil's incubus. summoned by ren. ⁽  ˢʰᵉ  /  ʰᵉʳ    ⁾  18+

DISCLAIMER. haarlep is an incubus ! this blog will contain explicit and mature themes. i will tag it as #nsft. / #tw. canonically haarlep uses they/them pronouns, and i will be doing the same. most of the time their default look will be a younger version of raphael unless stated otherwise.

INFO. low activity. if i'm not here then i can also be found at 9hels or demonwebs. this blog is for entertainment purposes. and for pure chaos. oc , multi and duplicate friendly !

INTERACTION.    this is a mutual's only blog. i've gone completely iconless. i use small/regular text. you never have to match my style or length. occasionally i'll post a starter or meme call. memes don't expire and you're always welcome to turn them into threads. or you can message me if you'd like to discuss a plot. i prefer to plot over on discord. i should mention that sometimes i do take time to respond to messages don't think i'm ignoring you. i will reply when i can.

RULES.     please follow the basic rules of roleplay.  no godmodding, metagaming, etc.  *  &  don’t be- rude, homo/bi/transphobic, racist, sexist and toxic.  no hate, discrimination or drama you’ll be blocked. 

 LINKS.   character study. memes. sideblog.

 INTRODUCTION.     hi  i’m ren,   her/she ,   over 21.   ♡ discord is available upon request.