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[octarinecat]

You know what irritates me? When I type "raphael" into the search engine and only ninja turtles come up 😾

[dark-and-kawaii]

I warned you!

YOU FOOL!!!!! YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME!?!?!!!!!

*runs to my tablet to draw you a wiener*

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

[sakharine-den]

Another one 😈

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[red-dead-sakharine]

Tickles

gn!tav, RaphaelPOV, humor, sfw until Haarlep shows up, ace, body worship Cover art by the wonderful @octarinecat!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 & 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

"And what did-ihihihihi!" he paused, confused. He looked down at Korrilla, who was just reporting to him. She stared at him with a bewildered expression, "Boss?"

"Yes? I don't-teeheeheeheehee!" he clutched his side, confused, irritated. What was this? What was- "Hhhhahahaha!" the laughter escaped him, despite his best efforts. It felt like something was poking his side. It was irritating. It was... it was.... "Heeheehihihihihi!" he giggled. This was embarrassing - he hated it!

Korrilla stared at him wide-eyed, then looked around. Searching for someone who might be casting a spell - but there was nobody nearby. They were alone in the devil's den. "Eeheeheeheehihihihi!" his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, snickering and giggling. He couldn't help himself. This was ridiculous! What in the hells was going on!? He flinched involuntarily as he felt his side poked particularly hard, and another laugh escaped him.

He looked at the dwarf and she looked at him - it hit them both at the same time: "Haarlep", they said in unison. Followed by another particularly strong giggle from Raphael.

"Go and stop, whatever he'sheeheeheeheeheehee!" He screamed in rage at the involuntarily giggles.

"I got it, boss." Korrilla assured him and vanished.

The minutes following dragged on like an eternity, interspersed with soft giggles and violent laughter, so debilitating that it left him prone on the floor.

"I'm going to kihihihihihihill him!" he screamed in rage, not even able to utter a threat without being interrupted by laughter.

What was taking Korrilla so long!? His sides hurt. After some time Korrilla appeared again,... smirking?

"What are you-hoohoohihihihihihihi! AHHRR! What have you been doing!? You didn't fix it!" He would've lashed out, if he'd been able to get up for long enough.

"I am very, very sorry, boss." Korrilla exclaimed, walking over to him, "I fear you'll have to see for yourself." she offered herself to help him up, and he looked at her with murder in his eyes. Then he giggled like a little school girl and dismayed.

"GRAH fine! Bring me to him!" he demanded, and used her shoulder to push himself up, then he doubled over in another fit of laughter.

One enlarge spell later, the dwarf was just tall enough to be a serviceable crutch, as they teleported back to the House of Hope. Never before had the walk from the entrance, to his boudoir felt so long. They had to stop multiple times, because his knees gave in, as another strong attack of giggles befell him.

"I'm going to kill Haarlep and whoever he's with!" he growled ...and snickered.

After an excruciatingly long walk, they finally reached the boudoir. Rounding the pool counter-clockwise, he noticed a few figures standing to the left near the bed. And they noticed him.

"Well, here he is. It was nice, knowing you!" he heard the vampire spawn's voice from across the pool. "Chk! I hope this was worth it." the githyanki's voice added. Then he saw the gathered companions hurry towards the exit, keeping the pool between him and them.

That's right, he thought, the moment I have control over my body again, I'll shred you all to pieces! Run as fast as you can! His inner thoughts were disrupted by another silly giggle, and he growled in rage.

"There you are. Finally!" Tav was straddling Haarlep on top of the large bed. An impish smile on their face, Haarlep below them with tears of laughter in their eyes and a big smile on their face. They were still clothed, and the incubus was still wearing their leathers.

Raphael's face was the opposite of Haarlep's. Red from anger - and laughter - contorted in rage to a furious grimace. He let go of Korrilla and stood up tall to stare Tav down. They smiled at him mischievously and poked into Haarlep's side. Haarlep snickered, Raphael flinched with a grin. No! This was not what he wanted to be doing! He hated not having control over his body. These involuntary happy noises coming from his own mouth made him sick!

"Cut this out at once!" he demanded.

He could see Haarlep's tail swish across the bed in excitement. Just you wait, he thought, you're in just as much trouble as they are!

"Or what?" Tav replied, grinning from ear to ear and poked Haarlep's side again several times. Both, the incubus and Raphael started snickering.

"STOP!" Raphael commanded in between giggles, but Tav didn't listen. His knees were buckling again and he ended up on the ground, clutching his side. Korrilla shuffled away from him and the bed, towards the exit. Not leaving entirely, but she got out of the danger zone for now.

Eventually Tav stopped, looking back to him as he sat on the ground. Clutching his side in a hopeless attempt of stopping the tickles. But it wasn't his body that was being tickled. He's never felt so embarrassed, so powerless, so... helpless. He tried to catch his breath and glared at Tav with all the fury of the nine hells. He's going to flay that grin off their face for this humiliation!

"Alright. You don't like being tickled, I get it." they eventually said, as if it hadn't been obvious before, "What about this?" He inhaled to tell them to stop whatever they were planning to do, but before he could say something, Tav bent down over Haarlep and gently sucked on one of his nipples. Raphael took a shuddered breath. No! He would not be manipulated like that! He got ready to push himself up but froze when he saw - felt - Tav's hands run gently across Haarlep's - his - chest. Lovingly. Adoringly. Kisses followed - from one nipple, across the chest to the other. Now this one was being loved, gently sucked. Caressed by Tav's tongue. Raphael couldn't get himself to stand up. Haarlep wriggled slightly underneath the mortal intruder, clearly enjoying themself.

This wasn't right. He shouldn't be enjoying this! He hated this! He hated being manipulated. His body being misused like this. Never mind, that he had thought of Tav in this manner before. But he should be the one initiating. Not Tav. Not that filthy creature Haarlep. He felt Tav's hands caressing his sides - no more tickles, only love. And kisses trail down his chest towards his bellybutton. His brows pulled together and he leaned back involuntarily, enjoying the sensation. And then it stopped. He blinked to refocus, and looked to Tav and Haarlep on the bed. That stupid mortal was looking at him, smiling. They'd seen that he enjoyed this. He felt exposed.

"You know," Tav began, "the tickles were just meant to get you to come here. Because," they got off Haarlep and sat beside them on the bed, facing Raphael, "I'd much rather be doing this with the real thing." Raphael shuddered slightly. He wanted them for a long while now, though he's been hiding it behind flirtations that were too obvious, too over the top, to be taken as genuine. He never expected that his favorite misadventurer would actually think of him like this. Think of him the way he thought of them.

He pushed himself up and began moving towards the bed. Haarlep crawled up into a sitting position, grinning with mischief. He shot the incubus a death glare. It got the point across and Haarlep slid off the bed and moved towards the exit. "Have fun," they whispered as they passed Raphael, who just growled in response.

Both the incubus and Korrilla made themselves scarce now, to leave the other two to their devices. They knew Raphael wanted, nay, needed this. He had been talking about Tav nonstop, after all.

"I should flay you alive for your insolence," Raphael growled as he came to a stop before the bed. "Then I wouldn't be able to worship you, though." Tav replied matter-of-factly, then added "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to come here." Raphael wrinkled his nose in anger. He wanted to scoff and be angry, but he couldn't quite manage. Not with Tav sitting on his bed in front of him. "Worship me?" he echoed, raising a brow in question. Tav simply pat the bed next to them in response.

[mood music]

He hesitated. He didn't want to relinquish control - ignoring the fact that he never had it in this situation. After a moment, he relented and climbed on the bed where Haarlep had been before. Tav smiled at him and his insides melted. Damn this stupid mortal! His frustrated thoughts dispersed into the void when Tav's hands appeared on his shoulders. They had crawled up behind him and their arms were snaking their way from his shoulders to his chest. Wrapping him in their embrace as they found the buttons of his doublet and started opening them. Slowly, one by one. It was exciting and agonizing at the same time. He wished they'd hurry up, but he didn't voice it. He just closed his eyes, feeling Tav's chest press against his back, and their arms around him, and their hands working their way through the buttons down his chest.

The doublet came off, then the shirt. Kisses on the back of his neck. He got goosebumps and cursed that his body was betraying him like this. He could feel Tav's smile as they kissed him again, and he knew they noticed. They trailed kisses along his shoulders and down his shoulder blades; their hands gently roaming across his chest, his belly, his sides. This was nothing like what Haarlep did to him. Haarlep would do foreplay if commanded to, but it was never with love nor care. This... this felt different. He felt... appreciated.

The bed shifted and he opened his eyes to see Tav crawl in front of him now. Hands on his chest, on his side. Kisses in the nape of his neck, on his chest. They ran their nose through the fluff of hair on his chest. He sighed. Damnit, he didn't mean to! More kisses on his chest. His nipples - o they were being spoiled. Sucked and caressed with a tongue. Not like Haarlep. Not rough and bitey and angry. This was unlike anything he knew. This was soft and caring and wonderful. His brows drew together again and he lifted his head involuntarily. This was nice. He felt appreciated. Kisses on his sides - where the annoying tickles had been before - yes good. An apology to his sensitive flanks. He accepted it. Kisses snaking towards his bellybutton again. He couldn't help but lift a hand to run it through Tav's hair. Soft. So soft. More kisses. He felt good.

Kisses up his chest again, paying taxes to his nipples in passing, going further up. Kisses on his neck again. He moaned. Gods be damned, he didn't mean to! A nibble on his ear, his breath hitched.

"Do you trust me?"

He nodded. Should he? His mind was fuzzy. He wanted more. More worship. That's what they called it, right?

He felt the buckle of his belt open, felt his fly unbutton. He opened one eye, looked at Tav. They gently pushed him to the side and onto his belly, sprawled across the bed. He was confused, but complied.

His pants went down. Why was he letting himself be exposed like this? He should be the one in control! He should be the one- hands on his bum. He paused. A kiss on his right butt cheek. He let his head drop onto the bed. A kiss on the left. Hands caressing his rear lovingly. He was dead and this was heaven.

More kisses up and down his butt. Then up his spine. He shuddered. Loving hands caressing his back. Kisses on his shoulders again. He could feel Tav's body brush against his rear, their legs against his, as they loomed over him. Worshiped him. Kisses up the back of his neck. A hand in his hair. He hummed in pleasure. A kiss on his cheek. He felt hot. He was sure he was blushing. Damn his body. Damn this mortal! He never felt like this with Haarlep.

Hands gently running over his torso. Another gentle kiss on his temple. He stifled a sigh. Hands trailing down his back again. Stroking his butt. Stroking his thighs. Kisses following them. A gentle lick on his right butt cheek. He shivered. What was this mortal doing to him. His little mouse. His little-- Another lick. His mind flew away to someplace else. More kisses on his rear. Loving. Caring. Not rough. Not savage with lust. Just affection. Not like Haarlep. Not possessive. Not with a single goal in mind. He grabbed the sheets, balled his fists and shuddered. This was all too much. Too much gentleness. Violence he knew. Rough he could handle. Bites and scratches and hungry humping, he knew. That's all he knew. Not this. Not these hands that stroked his body like it was a holy icon to be praised. Another kiss between his shoulder blades. Another moan escaped him. He pushed his face into the bedding, embarrassed, exposed. He should kill Tav for seeing him like this. Causing him to be like this. A hand in his hair again. A kiss on his temple. "Shhh," they whispered in his ear, and stroked his hair. Another kiss. So loving. So caring. He didn't know what to do with this affection. This gentleness. "I can't touch your wings, when you're in human form." a barely audible whisper in his other ear. He whined into the bedding in exasperation. Most mortals shied away from his true form. Were scared of it - found it monstrous. But his little mouse wanted to see it. Love it. He acquiesced and relinquished his human guise. He felt Tav dodge the wings as they appeared.

"Magnificent," he heard them breathe in awe. That's right, he thought, I am. Hands on his back. His thoughts flew away again. The hands felt smaller, now that he was bigger. But they felt just as good. As kind. They roamed up his back and towards his wings. Kisses following them up his spine again. At the base of his wings.

He felt the bed shift with Tav's weight as they climbed off him and to one side. Caring hands slowly ran along his wing. From the base up to where the joints connected, then down on the outermost spine. He shuddered at the gentle touch. It was wonderful. Too wonderful. It made him feel fuzzy. He stretched his other wing out to compensate. Kisses on his wings. He moaned. More kisses followed. Up and down the spines. Gentle hands stroking the membrane in between. This was bliss. This was rapture.

The weight in the bed shifted again, and he felt hands on his other wing. He was being tortured. Tortured with love. He didn't know what to do with it. With the affection. It was maddening and wonderful.

The hands and kisses repeated their ministrations on this wing, then moved towards his torso again. Gently wandering down his back. Like they couldn't just move to another place without touching and loving every bit of his body between here and there. A kiss on the base of his tail. He gasped, clutching the sheets more tightly. The reaction was not lost on his worshiper. Another kiss. Lips gliding down his tail, hands stroking it, kisses following it. A gentle lick. His body shook with pleasure. He couldn't think anymore. His brain had left his body. More gentle kisses. Another lick further down the tail. Hands gently kneading his tail muscles. He moaned again. He didn't care. A kiss at the very tip of his tail. A gentle suck. He was sure this wasn't reality anymore. Lips and hands working their way back up to the base of his tail, then down next to it. Another kiss on his right butt cheek. Then on his left. Hands roaming over his body. He was shivering uncontrollably now. He didn't know what to do with all these wonderful feelings. He wished someone would punch him. He knew what to do with pain. He didn't know what to do with love. Tav sank onto the bed next to him. A hand still caressing his back. He looked up - looked at them. His little mouse. They were lying next to him, head propped up with one hand, while the other was still stroking his back. He looked at them and he was powerless. They smiled at him and leaned in. A kiss on his forehead. On his nose. On his cheek. On his lips.

He could cry from bliss.

He's never been loved like this.

👉 Part 2

[luniidae]

Luvihael: They're both jealous and possessive, but also ambitious and passionate (like very passionate sometimes). They share several common points and complete each other by their differences. They love chasing each other and pushing their buttons until it drives one of them completely mad, but they also can be extremely romantic. With a good diner and a fine wine 🍷

Luviaarelp: Despite Haarlep's nature and the beginning of their relationship, it ended up being soft and tender... Their encounters are not always about carnal pleasure only and they occasionally meet to simply snuggle together. Also, Haarlep loves listening to Luvia's voice and she could easily read anything to them.

Thank you @octarinecat for the tag 🥰

I tag whoever wants to do it 🖤 no pressure!

@avani-telvanni @winterhartarts @adevilyoudo @belzebuth-s-crown @bitethedevil @callmesimplyflo

Here is the blank version ✨

[octarinecat]

Mlem

I'm feeling like painting characters from BG3 is giving me super artsy powers. I'm painting like crazy. And I see development too...

[dark-and-kawaii]

"Like every other day, Octarine was strolling through the woods, that were surrounding Baldur's Gate city. The sky was blue and the birds were chirping. Wonderful weather for meditation and relax. Wind was gently swaying tops of the trees, giving her calming hum. But life is not a fairy tale! Suddenly she heard strange noises, that were coming out from the nearest bushes of lavender. Her ears twitched and she stopped in the middle of the walk to hear better.

She took out her blade and carefully crouched, moving step by step to the source of noise. Her heart started pulsating, raising the tension. She took a deep breath and with her free hand she moved away the high grass in front of her.

Big black eyes pierced her soul. Greyish fur was shining with magic. And these little noises, she swear that this thing wanted to end her life! "BRING ME TO MY MASTER OR I WILL EAT YOU ALIVE."

THE END.

*spits out my drink* (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)!!!!! Oct this is beyond excellent!!!

Please tell me why I could see this in a bookstore somewhere?! It’s perfect and so adorable!!! The question is, do you take the little guy back to his master or do you stay and fight???

I won’t lie, I’ve seen how this little fellow fights and it’s quite dirty… He’s full of surprises. I hear he’ll also throw sand at your face and that’s when he strikes for the finishing blow.

Thank you for this lovely lovely little story!!! I couldn’t believe it when I saw it, the way I grinned so big hahaha AMAZING!!! I’ll read it to chinchin later and see how he likes it (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖!!!

I’ll tell him his ciocia Oct wrote it xoxo (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜 & chinchin

[gamergerb]

The Night Sky

TW: Possessiveness, coercion, references to abuse and torture.

Written from a prompt from @octarinecat "Write a story that is happening in the middle of the night" Thank you for inspiring me!

Tav woke with a start, eyes snapping open. She was sure something had stirred her, a loud noise, a shout perhaps, but it was lost in the moments between sleep and wakefulness. She yawned and stretched, rolling to her left, feeling for the warmth and bulk of Raphael to cling to. However, her searching hands only found cool silken sheets, void of even a lingering feeling of his infernal warmth. Raphael had not come to bed yet.

Raphael often worked into the early hours, ensconced in his study, quill in one taloned hand and a wyvern whiskey in the other, poring over contracts or, if he was feeling inspired, penning a line or two of poetry or prose.

However, he always made sure to join his little mouse in bed for a few hours of rest. He didn't need sleep, not in the same way she did, but he took great pleasure sliding in beside her, draping an arm possesively over her slumbering body and pulling her gently towards him. She was a light sleeper and often awoke when the cambion climbed into bed, but soon settled back to sleep, comforted in his warm, powerful embrace.

Tav had never woken this early, and the empty bed unsettled her. The House of Hope was silent and still. She rolled back over to her right side and pushed herself up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and into a waiting pair of delicate satin slippers. She felt her way around in the dark, hands clutching at the thick velvet drapes that surrounded the four-poster bed. The floor, a highly polished mahogany, was slightly slippery underfoot, and she feared falling. Carefully, she crept across the room and towards the balcony, squeezing through the thick curtains that separated their bedroom from the crimson wastes of Avernus.

It was still nighttime. The normally red, firey skies of Avernus were a deep black, scattered with glittering stars. The sky had been a gift. One of Raphael's many gifts, countless boons and indulgences, all lavished upon her. But this gift, when she first saw it, had elicited such wonder and joy in her that even Raphael seemed taken aback. When she agreed to join her Love in the Nine Hells, she feared she would never see the stars again. She had turned her gaze up to his, eyes brimming with tears of joy reflecting the newly minted constellations. He had grinned, delighted with both her reaction and his own genius.

When Raphael had claimed the power of the Crown of Karsus he had swiftly evicted Zariel from her throne as Archdevil of Avernus, and set about creating the order he promised, reshaping the plane as he saw fit. One such change was the night sky. She wondered whether this was an enchantment or whether Raphael had torn the sky from another world, leaving a void in its wake. When she asked him about her gift's origins, the dark chuckle he had given in response made her fear it was the latter. Such tenderness for her, such ruthlessness for almost everyone else.

She walked further out onto the balcony and sank back onto a plush chaise longue, staring up at her beloved sky. She had intended to check the balcony for Raphael then, in his absence, make for his study. However, the stars had eased her fraught mind and fatigue was beginning to overwhelm her. She felt her eyelids flutter shut, once, twice...

"Little mouse..." he purred into her ear "I do appreciate how much you enjoy my gift, my dear". He kissed her neck slowly, tracing his tongue up towards her ear, and continued in a lower, more dangerous tone. "However, I would rather you slept in our bed. I want to know my prize is safely tucked away, ready to unwrap at my leisure."

She must have dozed off under the stars. She turned her head to answer, and found Raphael kneeling by the chaise, eyes intently fixed on her and a lacivious grin playing around his lips. He was dressed in his bedtime attire, a black silken robe and pyjamas that were often discarded upon entering the bed itself.

"I'm sorry, there was a noise..." Tav was befuddled, still half-asleep. "I woke up and you weren't in bed. I went to check the balcony and must have dosed off."

"A noise?" Raphael raised an eyebrow "Ah. I was engaged in a little unexpected...re-education this evening. I do hope I didn't worry you my dear." At this, he took both her hands in one and stood up, pulling Tav with him and into his arms. "Now, plenty of the night remains. To bed. I will join you."

Raphael picked Tav up effortlessly, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling into his shoulder. He strode back into the bedroom.

She was comforted by his presence, but had a nagging feeling. She began thinking about the implication of Raphael's words. "Re-education" And the noise earlier...a shout? Or, a cry of anguish? It certainly hadn't been Raphael's voice. It hadn't sounded human, or cambion for that matter. She felt a deep sense of dread simply trying to recall it.

Raphael laid her on the bed, swiftly joining her, and as if he could detect her thoughts, began to whisper in a low voice. "Certain Archdevils need the occasional reminder of the new order of things." He pulled her towards him, with more force than usual, and gripped her waist possesively. "The art of true power is knowing when to exercise it." He gripped harder, his claws lightly nipping her skin through her thin nightdress. She gasped. "These...exercises were not meant for your eyes, or ears for that matter. They will not disturb you again. The bedroom door will be locked and warded with a noise dampening spell." She was again comforted, then slightly perturbed. He would lock her in? She didn’t like the sound of that, and was about to ask why when he lessened his grip and rolled her to face him. He cradled her face in his palm and smiled, the points of his fangs glinting. "Only the sweetest of dreams for my little mouse." He kissed her tenderly and pulled her down onto his chest, where she sighed in pleasure. Any frightening thoughts of torture, screams or locked doors evaporated. She began to drift back to sleep.

She dreamt of a sky full of stars, and a clawed hand on her shoulder, heavy and possessive.

[bitethedevil]

Will Raphael celebrate Halloween? What will be his costume?

On Halloween Haarlep insists that they swap outfits for a day.

I also really like this version of him as a pirate made by @octarinecat

[hydropyro]

Nine (bwahahaha) People I’d Like to Know Better Tag Challenge

Tagged by @octarinecat

Last song I listened to:

Currently watching: my hand move across my iPad while I try to write

Sweet/savoury/spicy?: Savoury

Relationship status: married (9 years this month)

But in love with Raphael

Current Obsession: BG3, Raphael, and budding Abdirak

Tagging: @bonjeacon-peakdeak @dark-and-kawaii @dmagedgoods @eeveenicks @firlionemoontav @gufu-vire @dude-wheres-my-ankheg @tavyliasin @infernal-coffin

And anyone else that wants to play

[red-dead-sakharine]

Tickles Masterpost

Tags:

Raphael!POV. soft!Raphael, lots of body worship, hurt/comfort, Raphael x gn!Tav, asexual relationship

The Story:

Part 1 Raphael is tortured with tickles and then worshiped for the first time in his life

Part 2 Raphael makes a mistake

Part 3 & 4 Raphael lashes out in pain & Raphael tries to fix things and fails

Part 5 Raphael tries to repay the worship

Part 6 Pains and worries

Part 7 Raphael visits Tav in the night

Part 8 Raphael bathes the mouse and the mouse bathes him

Tickles AU:

Tickles - The tragic timeline 1 (drabble)

Tickles - The tragic timeline 2 (drabble)

Art:

Tickles fanart by @octarinecat

& colored version (the "Tickles cover")

[luniidae]

OC Smash or Pass

Thanks @nyda-the-tav for the tag 🖤

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

~ Luvia ~

Luvia is a Dracanist (yeah, I invented it 😂), an ancient and no longer existing people capable of using blood magic and turning into blood dragons.

She's considered a sorceress and a bard.

Stats

Height: 175cm

Gender: Female

Age: 33 years old

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Devils (joke aside, she's probably bi-curious but mainly attracted to men)

Pros

Smart and ambitious

Plays organ and violin, dances and sings

Seductive

Good at murder

Loves taking care of herself (long baths/showers, uses perfumes and wears fancy stuff...)

Regenerative power

Cons

Touch starved

Possessive and stubborn

Mostly submissive in bed (not really a cons except for those who expect her to step on them. Girl is tired of handling everything daily)

Loves disasters (Ex: The Fall of Netheril)

Has something similar to "Stockholm syndrome"

Has difficulties controlling her power if she absorbs too much blood (wants more)

I tag: @avani-telvanni @winterhartarts @taveliara-as-in-tav @octarinecat @juimondraws @alwachart @devils-little-mouse @firlionemoontav 🖤

[octarinecat]

Welcome, stranger!

~This blog is not safe for minors~

💜About Me💜

Hello, I'm Octarine Cat - small digital artist, which is currently sitting deep in the Baldur's Gate 3. I am posting here my art and re-posting anything that I like too. Sometimes I'm writing fan-fiction.

Main topic of this blog: Raphael from Baldur's Gate 3.

💜Commissions & support 💜

Current status of commissions: OPEN

Commission info, prices -> my carrd.

Other media? Hero you go, little mouse: my carrd. Twitch: octarinecat.

Fan-fiction masterlist and links to my favourite fanart below the cut.

💜Masterlist💜

I'm a planning monster, so here it is, my tiny masterlist. I'm mostly drawing, but sometimes writing little fics.

Tav x Raphael fanfiction, headcannons:

⭐"Lost poems": Part 1 (chapters 1-5) and Part 2 (Chapters 6-10).

(words: 4600, Raphael x female Tav, fluff, SFW, poems)

⭐"What bloody man is that" or "Blind date with a book"

(words: 777, Raphael x female Tav, modern AU, SFW, Shakespeare's plays and you don't need to know anything about it)

⭐"Sing for me"

(1450 words, NSFW, smut, Raphael x female Tav, soft Raphael (?), biting, singing (?), grand piano for grand... venture.)

⭐Sleepless night

(980 words, NSFW, smut, Raphael x female Tav, biting, night steamy cuddles)

⭐Raphael and love

(607 words, SFW, angst & fluff, Raphael x female Tav, soft Raphael)

⭐Tav is sick

(1063 words, SFW, Raphael x female Tav, confused Raphael, Raphael is taking care of Tav)

⭐A challenge

(1845 words, NSFW, Raphael x female Tav, TW: a lot of alcohol, foul language,minor violence, choking, mention of noncon)

Favourite Raphael fanart:

Priest Raphael, Silly Raphael, Sad Raphael, Raphael on Vogue magazine, Sleepy Raphael (+poem), Raphael from the Opera, Raphael & Haarlep in A.Mucha's style, Raphael lost the bet, Cowboy Raphael, Raphael in his regency era, Raphael on vacation, Raphael with a rose, Regretful Raphael.

💜Fuchsia - my Tav💜

Art & info about her: Pensive Fuchsia, Raphael x Fuchsia for 'make Raphael romance-able' event, My favourite art of Fuchsia x Raphael, Fuchsia's romance chart, Fuchsia's approval post, First art of them and oops.

💜Playlist💜

...with songs that remind us about Raphael (collaboration with tumblr mutuals) SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

[dark-and-kawaii]

Raphael The Cambion ♡

Gift For @octarinecat

[silkandsulphur]

Kicking off Silk and Sulphur Staff introductions is our lovely Art Coordinator, @octarinecat!