#rafaele

[uroboros-if]

I keep forgetting to share them here!! Here's art of Nero and Rafaele! ✨🍂🌿

Drawn by the ever-talented Sayayabweh on Instagram! 💕

[my-midlife-crisis]

[painted-bees]

A quick, sloppy little comic about Magritte

[OC's]

(image description under the cut)

[Image Description: It's a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee.

 (First panel): There's only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag's strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: "Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn't- uh..."

 (Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: "wouldn't forget.... Hang on, it's not on it's usual pocket. Haha." The last is a nervous laughter.

 (Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: "It's definitely here-! It's the one thing I never forget 'cus I never take it out of my bag!" Rafael says, firmly: "Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?" The letters are bolded, with the word "back" underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: "Give me some credit, there's no way I'm that stupid." The last three words are underlined for emphasis.

 (Fourth panel):  The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger's side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf.

 (Fifth panel):  Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte.

 (Sixth panel):  The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about." Magritte says: "I can literally feel your disappointment."

 (Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: "Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-" Magritte interrupts: "You'd think I'd be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I'd at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that's not where I was going with this...”

(Eighth panel):  Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It's not like I've got anything more important rattling around in my brain.  But, for some reason, if it's not my music, or like.... food or something, then it's just not a priority. I can't make myself care enough to make it a priority!"

(Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: "I'm an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I'd be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I'd probably forget to even breathe if it weren't for the..."

 (Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:"... why are we parked?" Her noticing this stopped her rant.

(Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: "Margie." Magritte says: "Oh." Magritte's inner thoughts are written around her. "He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don't be a child about this. He's disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-"

 (Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with "I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense."

 (Thirteenth panel):  The perspective switches back to the driver's side profile. Rafael says: "A poor memory isn't synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It's gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it's not the end of the world. We didn't forget things on purpose. So let's take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?" Magritte says: "Okay... c-can we um...."

 (Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they're running down her cheeks.  Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte's back. Magritte says: "Can we get some ice cream on the way back?" Rafael says: "O-of course!" End of description.]

This description was written and provided by Hiwi.

[feral-ballad]

Rafael Alberti, tr. by Ben Belitt, from An Anthology of Spanish Poetry: From the Beginnings to the Present Day, Including Both Spain and Spanish America; "Paradise Lost"

[Text ID: “Across centuries / and the void of a world, / sleepless, I seek you.”]

[flexscene]

Rafael Villar via Instagram

[zanephillips]

Daniel di Tomasso and Rafael de la Fuente Dynasty 3.10 "What Sorrows Are You Drowning?"

[imagine-darksiders]

Optimus discovers humans.

Had a vision after remembering this amazing post by artist, Lomonte

[orions-hound]

Transformers: Prime | Studio Trigger - Transformers 40th Anniversary

[pritong-baboy]

the quiet ones.

[uroboros-if]

🫶💕 Hamps is the president of the fan club!!! More banger art 🥹!!

Tiny papas from @uroboros-if

I volunteer as the general of the daddy fan club

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Rafael Olbiński

[uroboros-if]

How would the ROs + parents react to you putting a flower crown on them?

All of these depend on the circumstances, but I'll just imagine you surprise them with it! Also, grouping these together, so answering both ROs and parents :)

NERO AND RAFAELE. It doesn't matter whether you're in a young form or an adult form, you're always be their child in their eyes. Rafaele will still burst with joy and be brought to near tears at your gesture. They have the most wonderful child in the world! He will stand up and quickly start looking for any flowers he can pick so he'll make one for you, right then and there! He probably goes around parading himself, chin held high and showing it to everyone who asks (and does not ask, but so much as glances his way).

I haven't answered these asks yet, but a LOT of people mentioned giving crochet/paper flowers for Nero! He would still adore and appreciate any flower crowns you give him, regardless if they are real or not, but he will be deeply moved if you are aware and accommodate that he prefers they were not. He smiles wide and genuine for the first time in a long while, and proudly put it on his head.

SALVATORE. They'd gasp and ask if it's really for them?! When you affirm, their hands are trembling, trying to grasp onto the flower crown gently while resisting their excitement to quickly throw it on. They lower it onto their head shakily, slowly pull their hands away, and beam. How do they look? (The flowers appear to blossom more in their radiance.)

Once they have free time, they'll start learning how to make a flower crown as well. Would enlist their mother, Edvige, as the goddess of the earth and harvest. They would absolutely not be a quick hand at it, and Edvige almost gives up on them entirely, but given enough time and patience, they'll do it. They'll make a dilapidated, but pretty flower crown, and what it lacks for in steady craftsmanship is made up for in abundant meaning, clearly made with love.

LUCIEL. Their eyes widen as you present it to them. If you're not averse to touch, they bow and let you place it on their head. Otherwise, they ask if they can take it, and reverently receive it from you. Though they appear calm on the outside, a soft smile graces their lips, as well as a blush high on their ears. They quietly thank you, and wear it for as long as it lasts—even if that may be an eternity.

The flowers in that crown start to blossom in small corners of Lucidio, humbly sprouting along the side of paths and greenery just out of the way from too many eyes. They do not speak of it, much like a mortal never speaks a god's name in vain. Its sanctity is best upheld with devoted silence.

CIOCANA. If it's a real flower crown, it'll probably wilt at their touch. At that, they laugh lightly and try to assure you that they appreciate the thought—truly appreciate it. Though they do not say it aloud, it is not something that happens to them often; inwardly, they're choking with emotions, trying to grapple with the idea that someone holds them in such... high regards.

If you persist and make them an artifcicial flower crown, they will be... overcome. They make a light, joking remark, but only after having been shocked still for a good while. Even then, it has half their usual playfulness; their attention is somewhere else, turning the crown in their hands, staring at it intently as if waiting for it to collapse. It never does.

ALESSI. They grin at you, gesturing at you to hand it over. They throw it on their head and hold their chin up high, asking you if they look dashing. After another round of laughter, they muse how awfully mundane it is for a deity. They adore it, of course, but it's amusing and endlessly endearing. It's such a simple gesture, and yet it feels so profound. They fall silent, contemplating on everything that's happened that let them sit with you here—all the suffering you both must have endured to fight for this peace. Yet, they don't regret you.

They will fashion a flower crown in return, with any of the wildflowers they can gather and the ones that they grow themselves. Whatever they craft will be beautiful and vivid, because it reflects what they see in you.

I hope you liked this, I had fun answering this!!! 💕💕 Thank you so much for sending an ask!

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Rafael Romero Barros (Spanish, 1832-1895) Still life with oranges, 1863

[nobitchs-world]

Me after explaining the multiverse of different people and characters where I have different ocs in my head to my sisters

[anthonysperkins]

Mark Anthony, Rafael Perez and Pedro Pandilla The Anchor Hotel (1997) dir. Kristen Bjorn

[feral-ballad]

Rafael Guillén, tr. by Sandy McKinney, from I’m Speaking; “Splintering”

[Text ID: “I love you. / Silt. Bone, tooth, / cheek, melting away, caving in, and I love you.”]