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I don't know when I'll finish this. But this has been a banger on Discord.
Accidentally turned the face layer off last night while I was working and have been losing my shit since.
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I felt like posting this again because it's very dear to my heart. This was the very first piece of fan art ever created for any of my work and it was created by the wonderful @raavila .
This was made for my very first fic in 7 years 'Loose The Arrow'. Writing that fic was one hell of a white knuckle ride, as I wrote it during the tail end of chemo and all through my radiotherapy appointments.
What was supposed to be a one or two shot (yeah yeah I know, you've all heard that one before) ended up spanning 50 chapters and a Christmas special and another book. The amount of support from commentors was fucking mind blowing.
Then this amazing piece of art landed in my lap and I have to say its one of my most beloved things ever because @raavila captured the essence of Verlaine so perfectly I almost fucking died on the spot when I saw it.
I love this fucking picture!! That is all!!
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all of the glitched name cards from this week’s game changer for your convenience.
(transcripts and timestamps in the alt text)
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it's hilarious how if you do any amount of research into life or death melee combat the prevailing themes that emerge are that
you're gonna get tired very quickly
tired leads to injured, injured leads to tired, tired leads to—
you're not gonna be as composed as you expect
humans are more fragile than you think and also more durable than you think. both are true and neither stop them from dying of an infection later (DO NOT GET BITTEN)
DO NOT GET STABBED (generally good life advice)
DO GET A SPEAR
knights are faster than you think
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knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)
Chapter 1, In Which You Install The Mod
FOREWORD: inspired by this post
SUMMARY: Careful which mods you install for BG3. Did you read the terms and conditions carefully?
TAGS: meta romance, psychological horror, smut, the character is the player, Raphael is after you, you wanted him, you invited him to our world, he accepted your invitation
RATING: explicit
AO3
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You hesitated for a moment before downloading this “Devil Wears Nada” mod. It felt slightly inappropriate, absurd as it may sound. There was something disrespectful about making Raphael deliver his final monologue in the nude.
Well, you would have to live with offending a bunch of pixels because you do want these screenshots. You put the salt and vinegar Pringles out of the way and wiped your fingers on a napkin before committing this digital sin.
Clickity-click-click. You dragged-and-dropped the mod where you wanted it to be and launched Steam. Now to load the saved game where you made the deal with the devil and gave him the crown of Karsus… pretty much any saved game really.
Raphael had been spared in each one of your playthroughs.
A sigh escaped you when the devil still appeared fully clothed in the game; had something gone wrong? You double-checked, only to realize that you'd forgotten to activate the mod - odd, since you clearly remembered doing so. Leaving the game, you dragged the mod back into place.
On your phone, in the Devil's Den discord chat, you informed everyone of Raphael's stubborn refusal to undress.
MAKE HIM! came the immediate reply, followed by STRIP THE OLD MAN, accompanied by raunchy gifs. Couldn't help but grin at that.
Back in the game, you loaded an earlier save file and sank into your chair to watch Raphael emerge from the flames, clothed once again. “You son of a…”, you muttered to yourself. It was getting late anyway; this would be your last attempt before calling it a day. Tomorrow is Tuesday and thus another work day.
“It won’t be long before you come knocking at my door”, Raphael said, looking straight at you from the wide screen. This wall-breaking sequence was brilliantly executed—you had to admit it—very eerie.
Raphael let out a deep, hearty laugh, head thrown back, pearly teeth glistening in orange-red lighting. You didn’t see this animation before. They must have added it with the latest patch, so you moved in closer.
Handsome as sin, this devil - if he asked for your soul, you’d hand it over on a silver platter.
Suddenly, he fell silent for several seconds, staring directly at you from across the digital divide. You reached for the mouse to check if there was a glitch in the cutscene when Raphael's voice sliced through the silence.
“You are quite eager to see me naked, aren’t you? Naughty little mouse,” Raphael taunted.
What the fuck?
WHAT THE FUCK!?
You recoiled in shock and slammed your laptop shut. A shriek must have escaped your lips, but you were too stunned to notice. It took a moment for your heart to settle and for you to remember what date it was today.
A quick glance over the watch on your wrist confirmed: it was the first of April. April first, two thousand and twenty-four.
It was an April Fool's joke from the modders.
Oh, fuck. Having recovered from the initial shock, you cautiously opened your notebook, only to be greeted by the familiar "ta-ta" outro. Oh, fuck. This is some kind of really fucked-up prank. How did they get this voice line?
AI, probably. Not probably. Definitely. There was no way they could have involved Andrew Wincott.
You scanned the game screen for any other surprises, but found none. Picking up your phone, you opened Discord and began recording a long voice message - your fingers too clammy to type.
The replies came soon after.
Haha, this is so fucked up, did they really do this?
Hm. I have to try it myself.
RECORD IT, RECORD IT PLEASE!
You stared at the loading screen but couldn't bring yourself to replay it. Instead, you searched “Raphael naked mod April joke” and clicked on the first Reddit thread that popped up. You didn't even bother to open it; a quick glance at the preview comment – “crazy I almost had a heart attack” – was more than enough.
Enough for today.
You quickly brushed your teeth in the bathroom and changed into short pajamas before glancing at the laptop on the other side of the room, its camera eye peering at you from across the room. You closed the shutter.
“Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you”, you read somewhere.
You tucked yourself into bed, phone in hand, blanket between your legs. Was it time for a quick stroll through selected Raphael / Tav bookmarks?
No. Well, maybe. The threesome with Haarlep, just a quick re-read to help you fall asleep quicker. You were creeped out, but not that creeped out. You’ve heard of such meta jokes before. Black & White did it, Metal Gear Solid did it, too.
But still… they really should tag this sort of stuff.
Your nightly reading was progressing nicely; things were getting interesting - “the ridges of his devil cock stroking your sensitive walls” interesting. Your hand slid into your underwear, working your finger past your hair down to your clit. This scene was very well written, you could almost feel it, picture yourself spread open between Haarlep and Raphael.
The smut got better and better right until your phone vibrated in your hand, and you dropped it on the blanket.
Unknown caller ID.
Don't answer it, came the panicked, irrational thought as it grabbed you in a chokehold.
You stared at the screen - the call went on and on - and pushed it aside. Swiped to the right in one quick motion and heard an automated female voice:
"This call is from Europol. We would like to inform you that your identity card number has been misused. For further information please press 1."
You hung up immediately, recognizing this as one of those scam calls that had been making rounds recently. Your mum had received one too.
Nothing to lose sleep over.
You put the phone down and turned your back to it, trying to calm down. Screw the fanfic, you were not in the mood anymore. Well, you were, but…
Another time.
It took some time before you could relax, your gaze fixed on the blank wall in front of you, re-playing that cutscene all over again in your head, occasionally wandering to the large window looking out over the courtyard (what a pitch black night).
Eventually, you did.
As you drifted off to sleep, a voice whispered in your dream:
“You are quite eager to see me naked, aren’t you? Naughty little mouse”.
The silky soft voice was so lovely; it made you feel less alone. A small smile crossed your lips as you slept.
Yes, Raphael. Very eager indeed.
Tomorrow. You’ll try again tomorrow.
NEXT: Chapter 2, In Which You Meet A Tall Dark Stranger
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Me about 100 times a day.
Later, when I read my notes.
#LOL#this is the same for my initial sketches#they're just fucking scribbles#what was I thinking about?
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How did I miss this!?
Can't wait to settle down with a cuppa and read the first three chapters
The Red Right Hand [Rugan & Original Character]
Chapter 1: The Savage Daughter
So I clearly haven't managed to dislodge the Rugan brainworm, and decided that I loved his and Yvie's dynamic enough that they deserved a full blown fic.
Just a heads up that this will be a slow burn start, but I promise I'll make it worth the wait of setting up a half decent narrative!
Oh and this chapters title was inspired by this song....
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He hadn’t noticed her yet, and after performing a silent halt that left her wobbling on one leg for a fraction of a second, she attempted an equally silent backstep. This plan pretty much went tits up the moment the factory’s whistle announced the opening of the main gates, allowing the line of workers to march in like lethargic ants. The big brute turned to the sound and spotted her easily, revealing a grin that was sickly sweet enough to tell her that this ugly bastard really enjoyed getting his hands dirty.
“Ello love, where’s your mummy?”
With the water to her back, Yvie had one of two very bad choices at this point. She could go for trying to get past the slab of beef with more tattoos than teeth, or she could risk jumping into the Chionthar while praying she didn’t emerge with a list of diseases. Quite apart from the fish guts and oil, the docks also had a distinct smell of urine, because most households around here thought that hygiene was opening the window before you emptied the piss bucket.
Neither option offered much in the way of success, but the tail of that thought allowed her eyes to quickly dart to the side of the now splintered doorway, where a second bucket still waited for the night soil cart to collect its contents. Her lack of answer didn’t seem to disturb the thug much, in fact he seemed all too glad to close the distance between them, his eyeballing less than professional. Yvie let him get one step further before she drew her foot back and kicked the bucket hard.
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Is it more Marxist to be a sadist or a masochist?
FROM EACH ACCORDING TO ABILITY
TO EACH ACCORDING TO HIS NEED
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2024 is the year I keep painting naked men until my arms fall off.
January: Rugan
Feburary: Gortash
March: Raphael
April: Dammon
May: Wyll Ravengard
The clothed pinups I've finished already are below the cut.
#male pinup#pinups#bg3 art#rugan#gortash#raphael the cambion#dammon bg3#wyll ravengard#halsin#astarion#he who was#gale dekarios#haarlep#true soul nere#zevlor#digital art#artists on tumblr#raphael bg3
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Sometimes I just want to play fight with halsin. I like to imagine he would let me win 80% of the time
Most of the time it would be a back and forth, playing and rolling about until he "admits defeat" and bargains his ways out of you on top of him with kisses and affection (and often some great sex)
but when you catch him in a horny mood? Expect to end up pinned to the ground or bed, face down ass up, his large form over you, dwarfing you and him in your ear whispering "is this what you wanted? to pick a fight with a bear and accept the consequences of losing?"
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