#desires: raphael

[diioonysus]

bows in art

[sky-kiss]

A/N: Blatant Asmodeus propaganda. After betraying Raphael in the HoH to save Baldur's Gate, they steal his corpse back from Meph and entreat Asmodeus. Also. A Dracula gif. To push my agenda.

Raph x GN!Tav: A Pact Struck, A Contract Sealed

Ages have passed, and empires have risen and fallen since a mortal last attempted to bind his Aspect. Asmodeus feels a tickling in the back of his psyche, barely a drag at his near-infinite energy. His awareness fragments and then shifts, searching for the source of the petition. The words come second, the feelings first. 

Desperation. Pain. A soul-deep grief. Physical hurt, too, but it's a stinging afterthought. The Lord of the Nine Hells cocks his head to the side, eyes closed. They are petitioning his avatar. They whisper in the darkness. A chill winter breeze howls around them, bowing the branches of dead trees. How fitting, he thinks, that this little creature should surround itself with such things. They wear death like a shroud. 

He is not in the habit of entertaining such low-hanging fruit…but there is a touch of something in their desperation, a sweetness Asmodeus has not sampled in many years. It amuses him. And he is not above indulging his amusement—the Archdevil motions with his right hand, passing a fraction of his awareness to the Aspect. The darkness of his throne room fades in favor of a moonlit night—the sickly sweet tang of blood colors the air. 

Ah, and there is his petitioner. They sit with their back pressed to an ancient white birch, skin badly frostbitten. Cania's stink lingers across their skin, brimstone and hellfire marrying together. They curl around their prize, clutching a badly mangled figure to their chest. Asmodeus hums, kneeling. Its wings are broken. So many bones shattered. 

"Tell me, child." His voice is low and pleasant in the chill air, a warmth chasing along the baritone. "Do you know whose name you have called? The attention you would court?" 

They nod, grip tightening on their prince. Tears cut through the mess of dirt on their skin. Crying, he thinks, and what a charming little oddity. Who shed tears for a devil? How curious. How delightful. "Lord Asmodeus, Prince of the Darkness. Lord of Lies." 

"Indeed, I am. Pretty titles, aren't they?" 

"I thought…" they catch themselves. Asmodeus notes the tremor in their right hand and the way they struggle to stay upright. His presence is overpowering at the best of times; the wounded little creature is fighting valiantly not to succumb to darkness, mind breaking under the weight of his Aspect's attention.

"My apologies, little one. It has been some since I treated with your kind. Allow me." He reaches out with one clawed hand, tapping his nail to the center of their forehead. The ward will protect them from the worst of it. They blink at him. "Continue, please." 

Their right hand tightens in the corpse's dark hair. "My Lord, I had hoped to make a deal with you. I know…I am beneath your attention…"

"Most are. The benefit of being a god, I suppose. But it has never stopped me in the past." 

Despite themself, they smile. Shuffling, the adventurer turns their burden outwards. Though badly burned, cheekbones shattered, he recognizes the features—so much of the father in the son, an agony to both parties. Mephistopheles' boy stares blankly forward—a hollow shell of himself, a waste of potential.  

It pains the Prince to see so promising a resource wasted. 

"I made a mistake. I…" they swallow. "There was something that had to be done. And it came at a cost. Raphael…” 

"The boy is known to me, child. If I may?" They hesitate. Asmodeus forces his temper down, the air around them heating. He is a god and not in the habit of being denied. But the Hero of Baldur's Gate relents, shifting their burden into his arms. The Lord of the Ninth cups his hand over the pretender-king's mouth, his forehead. Asmodeus shuts his eyes. "Such a waste." 

"Can you help him?"

"Do you doubt me, little one?" They shift back, dropping their eyes at the sharpness of his tone—a warning, barely veiled. "Mephistopheles has devoured that which he gave—the infernal. The mortal soul…is uncontested. Lost somewhere in Avernus. It could be located…for a price."

"Anything." 

Asmodeus chuckles. He is not ignorant of the sudden rush of color in the little creature's cheeks or how the sound makes them avert their eyes. This guise is pleasant, after all, tall and angular and dark. The wind catches in the blackness of his hair, the long strands falling well below his shoulders. "How dearly naive. I've half a mind to take advantage of such generosity." They shiver under the force of his stare, reality undoubtedly going dark around the edges. He hums. "But…the alternative could prove a more pleasurable distraction still." 

The Lord of the Ninth stands, holding out his hand. The hero, Tav, sets their palm in his. He helps them to their feet, settling his other hand on their shoulders. So close, he can feel the weight of their exhaustion and desperation rolling off them, an ambrosia. The depth of their affection for the boy-king. Interesting and useful. Asmodeus touches their cheek. 

"I will treat with you, little one, and more fairly than I ought. Your dear one's potential: a few more centuries, a stern hand, and Raphael might have made a powerful piece on the board. His sire is…" Asmodeus tapped his chin. "Increasingly irrelevant. Immutable and tiresome." 

Tav stares up at him, such a little thing. And there is potential there, too, the ability to warp and mold this boy-king into something suitable to his grand design. He touches their cheek with a claw. "I will give the means to locate Raphael's soul. In retrieving it, you will prove your worth and dedication. I have no use for the faint of heart. Is this clear?" 

"Yes, my Lord." 

"Clever pet, very clever." He smiles, chucking them under the chin. "You bring the boy to my court in Nessus, where he shall be given the means to decide his fate. Is that clear?" 

"Yes."

What an amusing twist of fate. He bends, collecting the Prince's mangled body in his arms. Tav looks ready to protest, to fight for their dear one (and again, how delightful; Asmodeus cannot help but feel charmed), only to remember what precisely stands before them: a god in truth, the Lord of all the Nine Hells. Asmodeus smiles at them, bowing his head. "I shall keep him for you, little one. You have my oath. Collect his soul, and we will meet again." 

He leaves them without another word, a touch of the dramatic, a hint of mystery to whet their palette. Asmodeus inspects the corpse in his arm. 

Sweet Prince, broken and bloodied. 

Asmodeus will make him whole again. 

[sneglectual]

I'd like to lay on our sides, noses touching, palms to blue palms to burning blushing cheeks.

Giving eachother hot, sleepy, laugh filled kisses. Our legs locked at the knee.

All until it feels I'm breathing out and in my antidote of choice, purely so.

Exhale filled lungs, stretching and expanding. Mine of yours, yours of mine.

My smoke, our nitrous oxide, your red wine. My archangel baby's-breath, Rafael.

[im-out-of-it]

part 7 of season 2, episode 15 continued “a problem of memory”

77. Aline is here!!!!!

fake Sebastian: oh fuck this wasn’t part of my plan!

78. I’m here to watch Izzy and aline bond, move over

79. ah shit Sebastian, you better form a new plan

also can we talk about how Alec was the first to feel odd vibes from Sebastian and now he’s convinced Alec to trust him so much to do security for valentines transfer? DUDE IS EXCEPTIONAL AT MISCONCEIVING ALEC. and sometimes I feel they had Alec do stuff that was so out of character for Alec

80. I love the character of Aline and I wish we would have had more of her on the show. I like the second actress more who played her but this one is still beautiful. I love the strong woman that aline is

81. he is gorgeous

82. well aline has just given the fake Sebastian a warning and time to prepare

83. real Sebastian doesn’t have a choice if murder is on the table

84. I feel bad for real Sebastian. imagine just living your life and some demon kidnaps you and holds you hostage and then murders you

85. Clary: I’m ready to get Simon back

I mean Simon wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone

86. Luke: yeah I don’t think you’re the right person to help. I also want to give Luke a shoutout for having Simons back. the gif is with the last part I believe with the Izzy content but it makes me happy seeing Luke protecting Simon. the issue with Luke for me is he’s 70/30 help clary at all times no matter what and actually be there for downworld. and he seems to risk the lives of downworlders more for clary’s sake than actually protecting them

87. full offense to clary but there is nothing she can do that will amend his broken heart. and the last thing Simon needs is clary popping up everywhere. imagine someone you’re dating hurts you in the most incomprehensible way and then they start popping up everywhere. yeah I’d be real mad if someone hurt me and then wouldn’t leave me alone

while I do understand she cares about Simon and wants to help him- I’m sorry but learn your place. Clary’s problem is she does whatever she wants instead of thinking what the other person would want

88. I love when Raphael speaks Spanish

89. it’s funny Raphael says “hey I’ll help you if you help me” and I feel for him. he only has his sister left in the world while he can’t see her anytime he wants. he has every right to want to be a daylighter like Simon. I’ve spoken before how Simon has unbelievable support but Raphael doesn’t have that. he has Magnus and his clan. he can’t see his last relative whenever he wants. Simon has all the support while getting to see anybody he wants at anytime of the day. I definitely understand Raphael wishing he could be a daylighter or a mundane. he didn’t ask to be a vampire

I feel like a lot of Raphael’s valid concerns get pushed to the side because of that one thing he did. did he make a mistake? yes but I genuinely believe Raphael is a good person. he’s always looking out for his clan, putting them first, and how many times has he helped Simon? he allowed Simon to believe Raphael turned him when he didn’t. Simon owes jace nothing but somehow in Simons mind he acts like he owes jace his life. I was going to use another gif but it didn’t format properly and I couldn’t take it. my mind said no we are not doing this today or else it would ruin everything. but this goes about how downworlders get killed for breathing but shadowhunters can get away with killing: (also makes me want to redo season one so bad lmao)

and I’m not trying to excuse any of Raphael’s actions, but I feel like his actual concerns and Raphael’s life gets pushed to the side and they focus more on the bad that he does. and also- downworlders are more likely to be in prison and killed than shadowhunters are. Valentine was able to go forward with his plans for so long but holy hell a seelie kills a few shadowhunters and an all out war almost happens. Magnus says in season one that shadowhunters didn’t believe that one of their own could ever deceive them

the only shadowhunter I saw being arrested was clary and jace and that lasted for a second and they left them all go because hey it’s clary and jace and they shouldn’t ever pay any consequences for any of their actions let them do whatever

I’m just saying rant over because how long was valentine in power and the clave doesn’t seem to do much about it except believe he’s dead? while they are so severe with a downworlder breathing. so I’m saying Raphael did something bad but he shouldn’t be thought of just that one action. and yes it does make me mad how shadowhunters in general aren’t held accountable

I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN HOW UNDERHILL TREATED MAGS IN SEASON THREE SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE WENT OFF ON HIM SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY BUT HERE IS RAPHAEL

fuck that as all 89? hell I can’t ever shut up but stopping at 90 for part 9 I think nope WRONG part 8 coming up stay tuned

[lotus-duckies]

There's something about the scene in return to new york when they scout out the lair and seeing them sneak around and try to be silent in a place they had known as home for most of their lives, seeing the rubble on the ground and yearn for that life again, missing their father and missing their home

[lucky-clover-gazette]

unfortunately i am writing fanfic about the house of hope.

[seagull-scribbles]

“I’m a bit of an alley cat too” - S3E8

[bugablu]

This is an incomplete thought, but my mind keeps wandering back to that scene at the beginning of part II in Angels Before Man by @nicosraf in which Lucifer is caught admiring his reflection in the water, evoking the image of Narcissus. Thinking about how Narcissus, in most iterations of the story, was cursed by a god for refusing another’s romantic advances. And something about both of their undoings being marked with a flower.

[mimzaucracks]

Silly little Oz AU

I wanted to create something silly for Spooky Season, so I did.

(Click for better quality)

Leonardo is not Dorothy. The idea is that this would be like an actual episode of the show; he'd get Wizard of Oz'd into, well, Oz, and the episode would play out like an abridged and heavily toned down version of the The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900). Which in turn means that the others are not the other three Turtles, either. They are, however, styled after and voiced by the other three. So, instead of saying something like "Donatello", I'll either use "Donatello-as-the-Tin-Woodman" or simply "the Tin Woodman" (which of course also applies to the other two).

The idea of the Scarecrow, the most intelligent character in the main cast in the book, speaking like Michelangelo does in the show was too funny not to implement!

I imagine the dialogue in the scene where Leonardo and Kiki meet him would go something akin to:

“I'm going to the Emerald City to find the wizard to help me back to New York.” “You suppose that wizard dude could give me some brains?" "Yeah, I'm sure he can!" "Mondo tubuloso!”

Not sure if I want Leonardo to be outed as knowing the fact that the wizard is a fraud, though...

I put Leonardo in the silver shoes from the book, since I heavily doubt anyone would've cared for fighting MGM for the rights to use the ruby slippers. On Discord while sketching, we did joke that I could put him in silver Birkenstocks or ruby Crocs. Sadly, Crocs weren't invented until 2002 😔

I debated a lot who to cast who as. Leonardo in the role of Dorothy and Raphael as the Cowardly Lion were easy enough, but which one of the other two brothers to cast as the Scarecrow and Tin Woodman? Both Michelangelo and Donatello work for either, since the book characters' main traits are intelligence and empathy respectively, but I finally settled on the casting that I did. Like mentioned above, the Scarecrow with Michelangelo's speech pattern is absolutely hilarious, but I don't think that Donatello-as-the-Tin-Woodman's hilarity should be understated, either; especially since his canon name when he was human (turtle?) was Nick Chopper, which does fit Donatello's general strategy of repairing things in the TV show by hitting or kicking machines strangely well.

While sketching, I also joked that Raphael-as-the-Cowardly-Lion looks like Raphael just finished a Cats the musical rehearsal but hadn't told anyone and just got busted sneaking back into the Lair. I also accidentally coloured him piss yellow when I coloured the flats, which I suppose is fair. Yellow is actually a colour associated with cowardice (even though the Lion wasn't actually a coward at all, but we'll set that aside).

Speaking of colouring mishaps, when colouring the Tin Woodman's base colour, I decided to look up images of tin to find a good rough match. Well, it then hit me to double check whether tin actually does rust or not. And guess what, it doesn't. Thus, I got around the problem by making his bolts, screws and joints made of iron instead. He has to rust somehow; you cannot have a Wizard of Oz "adaptation" without [Dorothy] and the Scarecrow oiling him upon meeting him.

The Toto situation was a tricky one, since TMNT isn't really known for its prevalence of dogs. The only actual noteworthy canine characters I can think of in any iteration are Rahzar and Dogpound, and as funny as it would've been for me to cast Rahzar as Toto, truth be told I had honestly forgotten him and Tokka even existed in the cartoon. I briefly considered having April be Toto (somehow), but I refused to entertain that idea even more than I already had. Instead, I got around the Toto problem by just drawing a dog (here a Scottish terrier, like how I pictured Toto in my head) and then renaming it. And thus, Kiki! And I love her.

Also, fun fact, the Scarecrow actually wore blue in the book!

[tavyliasin]

Evolution of a fanfic writer~ Haarlep lives in my mind, always. They whisper such delightful ideas, my beloved muse has yet to let me down when they're there. Of course sometimes they take a break, or I lend their services to my other darling degenerates...and in exchange, there appear to be more words written to satisfy my own whims~ fics and drabbles, every treato I devour with gratitude~ I adore my incubus muse~ I do hope they can inspire more and more from all of us. Especially when they get to be the star of the show.

[sky-kiss]

Raphael: And what do we say when this happens? Sticks and stones may break my bones but…?

Orin: But—

Haarlep: Chains and whips excite me!

Raphael: Be silent. I am imparting wisdom to my heir.

Raphael: As I was saying. Sticks and stones may break my bones. But the torment nexus is forever.

(Please know. Good lord. I opened my inbox and this made me snort laugh so hard. It is. So. Aggressively. Haarlep. Bless them. And you lolol.)

[harrycollins]

In general, thinking about Raphael and Gortash and how Raphael affected his ward prisoner, how he shaped his worldviews, manners and way of thinking makes me insane.

[fabuloustrash05]

So I've written a Shinirai oneshot.

I've written a Slalopex oneshot.

I've written a Caseynardo oneshot.

I've written MULTIPLE RaMona oneshots.

I need to do a Renetangelo oneshot at some point soon...

[merelyplxyers]

for @ragtagrunaways based on THIS (NSFW)

Raphael had been locked up in his atelier and worked like a maniac. Social contacts were limited to the few times he actually managed to remember to eat and ordered some take out for himself. These spurts of creativity weren't new or even rare, but having them last this long only happened once in a blue moon. And now that he had finished his newest painting and was finally content with the way it looked, there were other needs that grew in his chest. Needs of a more carnal nature, so he gave in, jumping the first person he saw, tangling his limbs with his, fingers tangled in his hair while he rode the other's lap, feeling how hard dicks were pressing together, only parted by a very annoying layer of fabric.

"Fuck… I need you baby. Pretty please"

[rosecreates]

I think one of the funniest parts about the Unholy Trio is the fact that there is one thing they without a doubt all unanimously agree on: They should spite Raphael whenever possible, and that is the sole reason any of them go to the House of Hope. Pure spite. Freeing Orpheus is...they're all pretty meh to it. Sylve cares the most about it (because Lae'zel cares about it) albeit is unsure, whilst Nim and Raven are just like "Who cares. Spiting the devil is more imporant". I mean Nim of course cares about freeing Orpheus a bit for Lae'zel but...she does not think Lae'zel should swear herself to ANY master at this point. Not Orpheus, not Vlaakith- Lae should go live her life freely not underneath someone in Nim's mind so she's a bit less intent on freeing Orpheus as such.