#devil Tav

[wellthebardsdead]

Minthara: *silently watching Lucy as she sits with the tiefling children, helping them with learning to read and write, all of them in fancy clothes she’d had made for them* …

Lae’zel: *standing beside her silently watching as well* …

Halsin: You’re both broody over her as well I see.

Minthara: her prowess in battle had already captivated me, but her presence as a matriarch is, astounding.

Lae’zel: how can hands that have so ruthlessly spilled blood, hold a child with such loving and gentle care? It is, magnificent…

Halsin: I’m pleased to see you both so infatuated and in agreement with each other.

Astarion: They’re horny, Halsin.

Halsin: love comes In many forms.

[corelle-vairel]

One more dance

[antlersish]

Perks of dating a goblin rogue: him stealing enough jewelry and trinkets to make you feel pretty again (even with the new horns)

EDIT: faces :)

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

Tav methodically kicking some poor cultist while murmuring: "Stupid. Sexy. Devil" with every hit

Raphael breaking the third quill while writing furiously: "Obnoxious, unbearable, vicious creature"

[deardarlingdevil]

Imagine Raphael feeling a twinge of tenderness whenever he sees you.

Imagine Raphael denying to himself the protectiveness that washes over him at the sight of you.

Imagine Raphael tossing and turning at night, unable to sleep well because Korilla didn't have any new information on you.

Imagine Raphael writing feverishly in his journal about the new dream he had about you.

Imagine Raphael's panic when Korilla reports that you've been captured, and his relief once he knows you're safe, because he sent Korrilla to save you.

Imagine Raphael thinking that perhaps, he can be what he claims to be, and be a savior to you.

Imagine Raphael talking Korrilla's ear off about his plans for you, and it becomes painfully obvious to the warlock that he is deeply infatuated with his favorite misadventurer.

Imagine Raphael starting to believe his own words when he tells you that he has grown fond of you, or that he likes you.

Imagine Raphael realizing that the farcical "love" that he gets from an incubus pales in comparison to that unwanted feelings of love for you that continues to grip his dark heart.

Imagine Raphael, a half-devil, learning to embrace his mortal side, and all the messy feelings that comes with it, love included.

Imagine Raphael finally learning to love anyone other than himself, and he loves you. And he cannot spit it out.

[misscoet]

baby, you're the devil i know

better than the devil i don't

[thoselittleboats]

BG3 text - Raphael (9/?)

[devils-little-mouse]

Naughty Pet

[itsafreetrialofdeath]

actually so normal about this

[dark-and-kawaii]

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — you find yourself once more in the devils home, the house of hope, seeking refuge from the cold caress of Faerun. ⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — this is a gift for my lovely @octarinecat xoxo tis the season to seek warmth from a devil ♡ ♡ ♡

Your body trembled, flakes of snow still clinging to your skin and cloak as you made your way towards the figure seated by his grand fireplace. Raphael, the devil you came to know… Perred up from the contract he was revising, his gaze sharp yet tinged with amusement, “Ah, so the mouse seeks shelter from the bitter cold,” his voice was like velvet, caressing your skin, his lips twisting.

You shivered.

Not because of the frigid temperatures, but rather because of the way Raphael seemed to look right through you, as though he could read all of your innermost desires. It was as if he knew all of your darkest secrets, the things you wouldn’t even dare to speak aloud…

With a smirk, he observed that rosy hue tinting your nose and cheeks, “And here you find yourself in the fox’s den once more.”

Despite the warmth that radiated from the fire along with being in Avernus, you could not quell the shivers that wracked your flesh. Your teeth chattered, rendering you mute momentarily as you approached where your devil sat.

With the gentlest of touch, you push the parchment in his hand aside, a silent demand for his full attention. And with the cutest pout, you slowly straddle his warm lap, seeking his embrace, wanting to be engulfed in his fiendish warmth.

Raphael tuts, his expression growing stern, a hint of annoyance flickering within his gaze, “Is this how I taught you to ask for what you wish? I believe we have discussed the proper way to make such reques-“

“Mmn’s-so cold… Raphael.”

Raphael arched a brow, his hands coming to rest upon your hips- his contract still in hand. A shudder rippled through your form, a sigh escaping your lips, the warmth from his hands seeping through the material of your frostbit clothing and skin. You even wiggle your hips, grinding against him in an effort to steal more of his warmth.

A low growl rumbled from his throat, his tone laced with mock concern, “I suppose it’s a fortunate thing you burrowed your way into this hole. The winter depths of Faerun can be unforgiving to those ill prepared, little mouse.”

Instinctively, you nestled into him, your icy nose pressed beneath the crook of his jaw. He smelled like cherries again, and you breathed deeply, savoring the calming scent.

Raphael allowed you a moment, his gaze falling to the parchment before him once more before flicking his wrist having it vanish.

As your lashes fluttered closed, you could feel how his arms encircled you, enveloping you in his embrace. A sense of peace washed over you, your breathing slowing to the steady rhythm of his heart- each rise and fall of his chest lulling you to sleep.

With a softening gaze, he held you close, his own long lashes sweeping his cheek with each blink as he watched you, “You look so at home here, in the embrace of a creature you should rightly fear…” His words were spoken in a whisper, a tender murmur against the top of your head, “it’s almost endearing.”

A fleeting thought crossed his mind… He could so easily consume your soul, rip it from your body and use it as a means of entertainment. Yet, the mere notion of your warm form lying vacant and lifeless caused an unfamiliar ache to bloom within his chest.

Such foolishness, he chided himself.

Pushing aside the unsettling sentiment, Raphael allowed his eyes to slip shut, his hold on you never faltering, “Sleep, little mouse. For when you wake, I will remind you how best to make a proper request, should you find yourself so desperate for my touch again in the future.”

[wellthebardsdead]

Zhalk: we- fulfilled your request too madam. On the drider?

Lucy: *covered in blood after Marcus arrived* oh good, where is-

“MAJESTY PLEASE! SAVE ME! SAVE ME!!”

Lucy: *looks over and drops her towel in shock as the cambions pull a very frightened drider over in ropes* Oh my god! Let him go that’s horrible!!! *runs over and hugs Kar’niss tight* Oh honey I’m so sorry I should have thought this through- here- *holds up the artefact as she cuts the rope, the truth being revealed to him and his mind becoming clear*

Kar’niss: I… you… you saved me… those cultists they… the absolute… I-

Lucy: shhhh, it’s alright. *cuts him free and pulls him into a warm, kind, gentle hug once more*

Kar’niss: *hugs her back and begins to sob* majesty… my new majesty…

Lucy: I- wait- no I’m just your friend, your-

Kar’niss: my majesty, you saved me, you are royalty, my queen even if the hells call you duchess you… are perfect.

Lucy: … *snaps her fingers turning him back into a drow before grabbing his pretty face* I. Am. Your. Friend. Not your better.

Kar’niss: *looks down at his now elven lower half and begins to sob even harder as he holds her hands to his face* you are magnificent! A goddess! My true queen! You are so much more!

Lucy: ooooh no I made it worse- someone get him some pants!

[azotho]

Raphael doodles😈🔮✨

Baby Raphael👶 Kinda wanna know the story of his Cambion origin

I wonder do devils cry👿💦

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[mellomadness]

everyone’s already talked about how welly boots by the amazing devil was definitely written while joey was reading the witcher books and working on the show, and how geralt and ciri’s relationship are definitely influential in the song’s creation but like. has anyone talked about the song as is?

it’s from the perspective of a too-soon dead father, telling a story to—presumably—his living daughter whose ears can no longer hear his words and yet he continues to tell the tale. and as she grow up he continues to speak to her, always in her corner, even and especially when she breaks down and screams her hatred toward him in her grief—“I’ve been so scared, you left me here behind, do you not care? how the fuck am I supposed to carry on… without you here?”—he is still there, willing with everything he has left that she will still feel his love, feel the comfort in the ghostly hand on her back, feel his strength and take solace in him, even though they are worlds apart now.

and as she stands in the grass outside her childhood home she feels the wind whip at her, enveloping her as the storm rolls in. she turns to go back inside and freezes.

a brand new pair of scarlet welly boots sits on the front porch. just like the last pair her father bought her before he died. and she finally knows.

he never left

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

The meeting of Raphaelites aka The High Council of Dark Mice :

[br0ps]

[alwachart]

Day 1 - villain outfit swap

The only thing I could think of for this prompt: putting Raphael in the necromancer leathers my tav Corali wears, wasn't it a great idea? Just look at that tight ass and tiddies. Everyone (but him) is happy

Prompts by @bg3villain-halloweek