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Refusing to live in fear. In my lane, unrepentant, doubling-down, criming-harder, thriving.
the pool in the House of Hope cannot cleanse my sins
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I want to add even more to it:
If we end up taking the deal and hammer and play him by giving the crown to Gale or Mystra, pookie comes back to you and says 'I was mad, but I was pondering about it and it's all fine now'. Like, you are so forgiving for a devil?? Aren't you going to punish me for it? 'I should snuff you out and make a coin out of your soul. But it will be more amusing to let you see the consequences of your actions.' Thank you kindly? You're so sweet, truly
And about Hope: yes, I do feel for her, I always did, but I have a feeling that her being there is related to Korrilla. I was thinking for a while now how drastically different they are, not just in personalities (for as little insight as we have into that) but also in their power level. Hope is a very potent cleric and Korrilla lvl 4 (was it?) warlock. I was wondering if Korrilla, because she had some abusive dwarf master before working for Raphael, made some kind of deal with Raphael and this is why he even knows of Hope.
Anyway, I always give him the crown, I think he totally deserves it and I want him to succeed in Hells. I only killed him once and looking into the orb broke my fucking heart, I had to reload my game that day
Rambling about Raphael again: I’m getting more and more convinced that stealing from Raphael is an asshole move no matter what.
I just killed Raphael for the first time yesterday. I had gotten the scene where he comes home before but that was way back in my first playthrough and I chickened out back then. The battle itself was awesome, don’t get me wrong but it felt…unsatisfying? Sad even.
I’m obviously not excusing anything he’s done to Hope, but we don’t really know anything about Hope before we have already taken the decision to go to his house.
I found something in the House of Hope that I hadn’t seen before (it’s on the ground in the main area where the fireplace is iirc):
Like yeah, we know that we don’t really need the Orphic Hammer if we’ve played the game before and all that. But does Raphael? It seems like he genuinely thinks it’s a fair trade. Dude lives in the Hells. I’m sure he really does expect the worst from people (especially someone like the Emperor). So he offers us a deal that he really believes is fair, and what do we do? We go robbing his house, fucks/kills his incubus, meddles in his business and essentially spits him in the face. Bonus asshole points if the last thing you ever say to him is that he’s a shit at sex.
Raphael is evil, no doubt, but he hasn’t really done anything to us. If you don’t take the deal, he simply leaves you alone (unless you refuse the Emperor in the end…in which he essentially calls you a dumbass but still helps if I remember correctly) even though that deal is the closest he’s been to the crown in millennia.
Which brings me to his reaction. Obviously, he seems angry right before the fight, but mostly I got the feeling of a man who has been utterly humiliated. His quote that went along the lines of: “Take away their free will and they’ll call you a tyrant. Let them indulge in it and they become tyrants” is kind of stuck with me. I think that Raphael could have potentially treated us a lot worse if he wanted to, but he chose not to (obviously that’s also to get us to trust him, but still). Which is why it stings even more when we fuck him over.
Think about his diary entries. The man has nightmares about us besting him. Imagine how stupid he must feel when that fear turns out to be true and that he shouldn’t have trusted us to keep our word.
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My fav romance so far 😭❤️🔥❤️🔥
the act two romance scene with Lae'zel is actually so funny the more cringe of a character you are
because like she's nearly fucked you to death at least once at this point and could have gotten over whatever lust had she for you if it was just lust. like she even basically tells you this is a one time (and maybe two time) thing to sate both of your desires
and like there's not a hint of anything different for the longest time. she doesn't flirt with you. she doesn't hint at wanting to sleep with you again. she doesn't make any real comments about the fact that you have. you're just going about your tasks like whatever
and then she just wakes you up in middle of the night and tells you that she's been OBSESSING over you and she can't take it anymore. like there have been NO hints of this, but apparently she's more distracted by thinking about you than she has about the tadpole in her head, her people trying to kill her, and her entire worldview falling down on her. she's literally like "I can't stop obsessing over you. I need you to beat me up right now."
and like the specific phrasing she uses to describe her obsession is WILD
so just remember every failed roll and fuck up you did between fucking Lae'zel and this moment because the whole time Lae'zel is like seeing that and like OBSESSING over it all. like your ass gets knocked down in battle and your face hit the ground and she's just seeing that like "I wish that (the ground that your face hit) was me..."
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Yesterday, I shared fic. Now, I share meme
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I am so bloody honoured to be receiving this. Thank you so so much, this put a smile on my face and tears in my eyes. I'm so grateful 🙏 I love all the details here, the color scheme, the whole 80's fantasy vibe. It's truly amazing ❤️🔥❤️🔥
I made a small picture for one wonderful fanfic that’s made by @certifieddilfenjoyer
Thank to the author for their responsiveness, erudition and attentiveness. If you like Raphael, like a well-thought-out world, slow burn and empathetic, complex characters - go and read it, it's gold.
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This makes me physically ill. I could cry my eyes out
Oh yeah I'm gonna be So Normal about this.
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sorry if you don't like discourse talk - but what're your opinions on the discourse surrounding Raphael on twitter/tiktok as well I think
(for context, it's mostly about what Raphael did to Hope , and people being shocked abt what he did)
Hello!
I am glad you reached out to me with this, because quite frankly, I am very much surprised that this is even a debate.
Nevertheless I did my own research, contacted a few people including Andrew Wincott himself to ask for his insight and opinion and decided to make a video out of it. Here's the link
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Wow.. I am totally fine with the one with his mother 😃🔫
Raphael doodles😈🔮✨
Baby Raphael👶
Kinda wanna know the story of his Cambion origin
I wonder do devils cry👿💦
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Hiii! Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (sorry if you have received this already feel free to skip it if so! ❤️)
Hii!
No, I haven't gotten one, thank you for asking 🫶
5 things I like about myself:
My brain. I really like my own company and I'm very rarely bored and don't know what to do with myself.
How passionate I can be. I feel like this is one of those factors that make life both harder and easier, but I'd never trade it for anything.
People told me that I'm kind of pure and I treat that as a compliment and really like it as well. You can view me as childish but a part of me protects the undiluted essence of me - my inner self who is capable of cherishing small things.
My development. I've come a long way and I can say that I'm really proud of who I am and who I have yet to become.
My music taste! I used to keep myself stuck in one/two genres but now I listen to literally everything that I just find pleasant to my ears.
Thank you for the question, it's very lovely of you 🥰
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I LOVE THISSSSSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A Devil's Lament
Summary: Raphael brings Tav to an abandoned chapel, hoping to complete one final task before he begins his conquests of the Hells.
Notes: I was inspired by my friend Mark Choi and his announcement of a new piano arrangement of "Down By The River." I desperately needed to see Raphael playing not just a piano, but a pipe organ. And what would suit the occasion? Our favourite Devil playing a song he had composed over a millenia ago, after he first lost the Crown of Karsus...
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There once stood a magnificent chapel along the road to Baldur’s Gate. Mortals came from far and wide to bask in its glory, seek refuge from whatever sorrows afflicted them, and pray to the deity it was erected to honour. However, like most beautiful things on this plane, it was slowly worn down from one conflict after another, until it merely stood as a dilapidated relic of a time gone by.
On a particularly humid evening, nearly one year after the Elder Brain’s assault on Faerûn, Raphael found himself with Tav on the outskirts of the chapel, staring fondly at his old stomping grounds. No place was off limits when it came to his Devilish business, and the various religious structures scattered across the realms always proved to be the most lucrative. Raphael partook in his favourite game of hunting mortals in the very establishments they trusted, luring them into his traps with fanciful proposals of fortune and glory.
The Devil never settled on the weaker creatures unless there were no other alternatives, but it was the clerics and overly righteous he craved. There was nothing more joyous than watching their resolve slowly decay after his cunning verbiage and skillful charms got under their skins. Their potent souls were simply delectable, and worth all the time and effort to acquire them.
“So what are you planning?” Tav asked, stopping Raphael from reminiscing any further. “I thought you said we had no time to waste.”
“Walk with me, if you will, there is a final task I must complete before we are to continue.”
Raphael had already started on the path ahead and Tav quickly jogged to keep up, the stones crunching beneath her boots. He smiled to himself at the notion of her, the Hero of Baldur’s Gate, running after him.
As Raphael strode through the remains of the toppled structure, he searched for something far more valuable than the achievements of past meals. Raphael was after the heart and soul of the old chapel, the instrument responsible for the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard in his lifetime. The chapel’s pipe organ.
He heaved a sigh of relief to find the instrument still nestled at the far end of the rubble, under a canopy of overgrown trees. He had not been back since the fight against the Absolute, and in truth feared for the worst. Raphael would never let that spectacular creation suffer the same fate due to the failures of mortalkind, but he too had neglected it; spending the last few months muddled in the intricacies of reforging the Crown of Karsus.
The Devil had often argued with himself about whether or not to bring the pipe organ to the House of Hope. He had an idyllic place for it on his atelier balcony, overlooking the River Styx and barren wastelands of Avernus. But doing so would open him up to countless interruptions and he’d lose what he valued most: his precious solitude. He would never risk it.
“A marvel…” Raphael whispered, tilting his head up to admire the towering organ, the 3,000 golden pipes glistening in the darkness.
His eyes attentively moved across the pipes, carefully inspecting every surface for signs of damage. It was no secret that Raphael cherished the instrument, nearly as much as the Crown he had desired for over a millenia. It was Raphael’s own toy box, it could imitate nearly any orchestral instrument with just a few minute actions unnoticeable to the common mortal. The organ could do wonders above and beyond any grand piano, or even any symphony. With this tool, Raphael was his own maestro, having the power to freely weave his own melodies into existence and escape into the futures he so desperately desired.
“This hunk of junk? It’s practically falling apart.”
“I will not hear another peep from you.” Raphael hissed, turning to face Tav. He raised his finger threateningly towards her, as if scolding a small child.
Tav raised both of her hands apologetically, though there was still a hint of impishness in her smile as she took a step back.
“Sorry. Carry on then…”
Raphael sniffed sharply, in an attempt to keep his infernal flames at bay. As powerful and useful as that mortal was, she was a constant irritant; pushing Raphael closer and closer to his boiling point the more time he spent with her. And yet, they were inseparable since Tav had gifted the Crown to Raphael. Of all the creatures, in all the wretched planes, that little mouse had to be the one to fall into his claws, leaving a lasting effect on him.
He quickly redirected his attention to the pipe organ, brushing off the rotten twigs and dirt from the three keyboards. He snapped his fingers and a leather bench appeared, replacing the one that had broken long ago.
Raphael eagerly took his seat, lightly running his feet over the pedalboard to test it was still functional. He then prepared the various stops along the edges of the organ, choosing his intended octaves for the serenade to come.
After a few more minutes of fiddling with the organ, making sure all the divisionals were arranged accordingly, he was ready to begin.
With another snap of Raphael’s fingers, sheet music took shape before him. The chosen melody had been etched into his memory for a thousand years, yet he still brought out the yellowing sheets of paper whenever he dared to play it. Like the ruins surrounding him, the pages were close to deteriorating, slowly withering away at the edges.
The music notes were barely legible, the ink having faded a century or two earlier. Raphael dared not handle the pages by hand, as they would crumble at the slightest touch. Seeing the pages again were oddly comforting to the Devil, a sign of how far he has come. As painful as it was to revisit the meaning behind the music, the moment would always be part of Raphael, no matter how often he tried to consign it to oblivion.
The Devil took a deep breath and pressed his fingers against the keys. His exhale matched the roaring bellow that emerged from the pipes. Energy surged through his hands as he played the beginning of the piece, his feet moving to a completely different rhythm against the pedalboard. The low notes coming from his feet accompanied the lighter ones from his fingers, creating a flawless harmony.
The sounds of the pipe organ soon filled the air, echoing around him like lost ghosts wailing in the dark. It was haunting, exquisite, and a perfect representation of his internal strife. It was Raphael’s lament - the anguish, vexations, and seething hatred from all the years of his existence poured through his own spirit into the instrument. The reverberations from the pipes shook the trees above Raphael, causing the leaves to fall like snowflakes.
These same feelings had fuelled Raphael’s drive and ambition since he was a young Devil. He was discarded by Mephistopheles and left to rot in the deepest, darkest parts of the Hells; forced to suffer for a sin he had not committed. Raphael still found his way, against all odds, and survived every obstacle thrown at him. He learned how to rely only on himself, to play the game of the Hells, and quickly rise up the ranks by tipping the scales in his favour. He had ruthlessly betrayed allies and levelled entire cities, and he would do it a hundred times over if it meant he was closer to fulfilling his destiny of uniting the Nine Hells. He would show his father how powerful and capable he truly was.
As Raphael continued, he let himself get lost in the tempo, not questioning where his hands went next, which stops he pulled, or where his feet would take him. He soon found the keyboards were wet, had it begun to rain? He closed his eyes, a lump forming in his throat as decades worth of repressed emotions started to bubble to the top. He felt his fingers slip on a key, and then another, causing him to miss a few notes, but he quickly amended the mistake. He opened his eyes in fury, only to realise that he was crying. He clenched his jaw, causing the tears falling down his cheeks to quickly evaporate as his body sizzled in anger; resenting himself and the situation, always such a fool to let these fleeting emotions get the best of him.
He wasn't sure how long he had been playing, but his fingers throbbed as they continued to press against the keys. He wanted to continue, to replay the song again and again, to make sure it was perfect, but it was coming to its natural conclusion. He would need to leave it as is.
Raphael played the final notes, holding his fingers to the keys for an extra beat as the sounds slowly faded. He snapped his fingers and a small flame appeared in his hands. He lifted it up towards the music sheets and let the edges of the papers catch fire. The pages were devoured by the flames within a matter of seconds. Let the ashes of his lament stay within the ruins of the chapel.
“Gods…” Tav whispered, her voice choking with emotion. “Did you…?”
“I have never played that in front of another mortal. The first and last time you will ever hear such a piece.”
“It was remarkable.”
“I know.” Raphael responded, rising from the bench.
He flicked his wrist and the Crown of Karsus materialised before them. He caught reflections of himself in the Crown as he stared at it, his visage splitting into broken shards against the material of the relic. Different versions of Raphael stared back at him, as if from alternate timelines, offering a range of glimpses into his future. He smiled at the reflections and the thought of what he might look like donning the Crown, fighting against Zariel and her forces, in all his glory.
“It was a fitting farewell and one I had been looking forward to for a considerable amount of time. Now onto new beginnings, come.”
Tav didn’t wait for Raphael to create a portal, she jumped towards him, latching on to his arm. On previous occasions he would’ve shooed her away, like an irksome mosquito, but he let her stay clinging to him. Just this once, perhaps for his own comfort.
Tonight Raphael would write a different composition - one of celebration and conquest, that he would play throughout the decades to come, solidifying his reign.
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I love this post 😭
I have two exams that I have to hand in before the 30th that I haven’t started on yet and really can’t be bothered to start on.
How did I cope? I wrote 10 pages of Raphael fan-fiction in a day instead. Procrastination is weird.
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Literally winning - Better call Raphael
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This remains one of my favourite posts and fanarts of Raphael ever
'in their face I saw they had the best of me.
In waking, my courage has firmed. (...) I am Raphael. I am not easily bested.'
Last night I dreamt of a river
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He thinks he’s a big deal when in reality he’s just a cambion who sleeps like a mortal and is terrified of his own father
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