#I'll turn Raphael into a cat
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thanks to my head, which thought what if the devils were molting. (if we consider the skin of the cambions, then they have scales)
• you lived in the house of hope for a long time and seemed to know all its features. although, you probably should never say that you know everything about devils.
you returned from the balcony in the archive and did not expect to see an incubus here. Haarlep was sitting with his legs over the armrest and reading a book with an extremely bored look, flipping through the pages with one claw. how could this personification of feline nature leave the cozy bed of the boudoir? And why?
"Oh, Haarlep, why are you here?"
"Hello little mouse! Well, I'm obviously not here of my own free will." he was very inspired by your voice. "Perhaps you will find the answer to this question in my former place of residence." his eyes took on their usual cunning gleam, causing you to distrust.
"And what am I going to find there?..."
"Oh, you haven't seen him in his period yet" he let go of the book and made a gesture of quotation marks "Go, go, I'm impatient to find out how everything will go" he waved his hand towards the doors and you headed the same way.
Along the way, you wondered what could be the reason for Raphael's unexpected mood. Anyway, you haven't done anything wrong, so why should you be afraid of his anger, right?
The boudoir barrier let you through, and from afar you saw Raphael sitting with his back to you and fidgeting erratically. His housecoat was held on his hips by a belt, and his upper body was naked. He diligently moved his wings, even tried to scratch their hard edge against the horns, as well as scratch his shoulders with his hands and tried unsuccessfully to reach the base of the wings.
"maybe I can help?"
You said hesitantly. Raphael didn't even notice how you walked from the entrance to the edge of the bed. He looked at you briefly with displeasure.
"and this is you. go ahead and try it."
He turned back and waited for your actions. you swallowed and hesitantly stroked the base of your wings.
"No mouse, use your claws," Raphael barked back at you.
you started scratching the shoulder blade of the wings with your short nails and it did real magic to him. He let out a sigh of relief and tilted his head back a little. such a reaction was more than enough to make you do it for hours.
• This was just the beginning of Raphael's molt. the symptoms are a bad mood and scabies. while the various stages of his molting were going on, he always lingered on the first one - denial. He hated this time. Raphael was too sensitive and imperfect during this period. Everything should always be perfect in it, both appearance and endurance. But this rare period spoils all his plans.
during the molt, he canceled all his business and did not leave the house of hope. without you, he used to wait it out alone in the boudoir, moving around in short forays from there. it is better not to catch his eye at this moment.
However, with you.... he won't say it, but molting with you has become a pleasant vacation. To you, he grumbles nonstop, like a very big moody child. but your presence changed everything... you scratch his back and wings, smear him with moisturizer, (gently stroke his shiny new scales and admire his beauty? yes, please) sit by the pool while he soaks and only his head sticks out of the water.
you will timidly help him with the removal of dead skin, asking if it hurts him. (imagine how much work his wings need)
• You also became the devil's personal pillow during this period. He just won't let you go a step away from him, with the rare exception when you need to leave the boudoir and bring him something. it's better not to linger chatting with Haarlep, it can cost you dearly.
since his diabolical work was suspended, he switched from contracts to fiction and read it in tandem with you.
He was going into cat mode. Today, practically the archdevil wants to spend the day in bed, and you pathetic little man will be my pillow and a scratcher and bring me a book or soothing tea and I'll eat your soul if you disobey, yes.
• Raphael is horrified to realize that he has been scratching the skin surrounding the horns several times a day. this means that after the back and wings, the skin on the face will be renewed... Oh, how he doesn't like it. the mouse does not stare at him, you are on thin ice and now he will obviously spend more time using you as a pillow so that you cannot stare at him
• it will be strange when this ends and the former strict and perfect Raphael returns to you, and he will never bring up this topic. however, before the next molt, he will send you an order to come to the boudoir and it's good that you already know how to help him.
#raphael x tav#raphael bg3#raphael x reader#moult#It's such a funny thought.#I'll turn Raphael into a cat#but I'll justify it.
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Glimpses (Baldur's Gate 3 x reader)
A collection of x reader snapshots as follows: Astarion, Shadowheart, Gale and Raphael. Part II will have more!
"Careful darling, I bite."
"I don't think most people know what you fully mean by saying that, Astarion." You whispered to the Elven vampire spawn as you made your way to the tavern table, flickering firelight making the bustling atmosphere cozy and warm. "It's hardly an appropriate disclaimer."
Astarion's red eyes flicked over to you, a self-satisfied smile curving his lips. "You sound jealous, my love. Don't be, my fangs are all yours."
"I'm thrilled." You deadpanned, your gaze drifting back to the barmaid Astarion had definitely been flirting with. "Do you chat up everyone or were you just trying to get discounted ale?"
"You are jealous!" Astarion chuckled and you squeaked slightly as he pulled you by the waist to sit next to him. "Now, don't go off in a huff." He leaned in and you smelled his familiar scent of cloves and iron. "
"I'm not going anywhere." Your familiar words caused Astarion to still, his hands softening their teasing grip on your hips.
"Darling..." Astarion murmured. He hesitated and then you felt his soft lips touch your neck, no scrape of his fangs against your skin this time. He buried his nose in your hair, and you heard him inhale deeply.
"Like what you smell?" You teased gently.
"Mmm." Astarion murmured, kissing your neck once more before moved his face away again. "Like wine and death."
Moonlight filtered silver through the latticework windows, turning the stained glass to broken shards of ice against the starry sky. You heard footsteps approaching you, soft upon the deep carpet of the hallway. You turned, your breath catching in your throat as you saw Shadowheart walking to you dressed in a gown that seemed to be made of the shadows themselves, hugging her every curve.
"You look beautiful." You said, the words leaving your lips feeling like they did no justice to how your heart was skipping.
Shadowheart looked uncomfortable, pulling at the edges of the fabric that draped so elegantly over her hips. "I can't remember when I last wore something so impractical." Her green eyes met yours. "But thank you for your sweet candor."
You closed the distance between the two of you and touched her hands, coaxing them away from where she was tugging at the dark dress and pulling her into you. You pressed a kiss to her forehead and brushed your nose against hers, feeling her body begin to relax at the familiar affection.
"We must make our required appearance at this gathering, and then we can slip away." You promised, your hand ghosting up the side of Shadowheart's neck until your fingers tangled in her long thick hair. "Get into something more comfortable."
"Can we indeed?" Her voice lilted, always an edge of playful teasing to her words. "I suppose it'll do."
You pulled her in by the nape of her neck and kissed her plush lips, dragging a small groan from the woman you'd grown to love deeper than the shades of Night Orchid blossoms.
"Now let's go show Faerun how lucky I am to have you at my side."
"She is the most darling little thing I have every laid eyes on." You spoke fervently, but kept your voice soft as you looked down at the winged cat sleeping in your lap.
Gale approached quietly, his smile fond as he looked at the two beings he treasured most in the world. "She's quite taken with you."
"And I with her." You looked up at him and smiled, it was always such a pleasure to hear his voice and share his company.
Gale crouched down beside where you sat with Tara, his hand reached forward and stroked the Tressym's feathers gently and scratched her sleeping head. Tara yawned widely, showing off her sharp white teeth before she tucked her head beneath a wing and went back to sleep.
You pouted a Gale as he continued showering affection his sleeping friend.
Gale caught your eye and chuckled. "I'll pet you too, if you ask nicely."
You snorted but your expression softened when you felt Gale tuck his fingers beneath your chin and tilt your face back up to his. He leaned forward and placed a loving kiss on your cheek. He moved his lips to press against the top of your head and lingered there for a moment. "You'll never know how grateful I am for you." His voice was as gentle as Mystra's weave, it carried notes of magic and the promise of safety. "
"I love you too, Gale."
You grumbled in frustration as yet another wooden match broke in your fumbling fingers. "Gods above..." You muttered, yanking another from the box to try again.
"Not quite." A familiar voice said, and you turned to see a well-dressed noble with dark hair and eyes. He gave you a devious smile and clicked his fingers.
A spark of fire, the smell of sulphur, and your campfire burst into flames that quickly took purchase on the sodden logs and warmed your face pleasantly.
"Ah." You grimaced, fighting down the feeling of elation at seeing your favorite cambion. "Raphael...thanks for that."
"You're most welcome." Raphael said dryly as he approached you, glancing over your bedraggled figure. "Did my mouse get caught in the rain?"
You rolled your eyes, smirking at the familiar needling banter between the two of you began. "What does that make you? The cat, making sure its meal is warm and dry?" You grinned at him as he stepped even closer, pushing into your personal space. "A guardian devil as it were."
You felt his hands dig into your waist, the sharpness of his claws growing more apparent as Raphael slowly dropped his human guise. "You should know better by now." He rolled his shoulders, stretching his wings to their full extent, the flames of your campfire dancing wildly in the gust of wind the motion created. Your hand slid up between his shoulder blades, the heady scent of musk and cherries filled your nostrils as you felt his teeth on your neck. The devil's voice sent a vibration to your heart. "The fox, rather...luring you in inch by inch until you belong to me."
#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#astarion x reader#gale x reader#shadowheart x reader#raphael x reader#raphael bg3#astarion#shadowheart#gale bg3#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 x reader#baldurs gate 3 x reader#fluff
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RAPHAEL X TIEFLING TAV
So again, don't think it is dubcon because Tav wants it but she is too ashamed to admit it. 😩
I NEED THIS DEVIL 🫠
You had finally set foot in Baldur's Gate, after all these weeks of fighting the cult of the Absolute and searching a cure for the tadpole in your head, your group was still at the starting point.
For now, you were visiting the city again. It changed a lot since the last time you were there, before been abducted on the nautiloid. You passed merchants, citizens and animals until a building catch your eyes. "Sharess's Caress?"
Something seemed to strangely pull you towards it. Wyll seemed to sense it. "A brothel? I think we should find a place to rest instead for now."
Astarion laughed dryly next to him. "You should learn to relax from time to time for a bit of fun."
"You and I know both well that we have a different kind of fun, Astarion." The warlock respond uncomfortably.
Karlach didn't respond anything yet but you knew she didn't look too fond of the idea of entering. You turn to them, persuasive. "It can't be that bad, can't it?"
Oh, how wrong you were.
You were immediately welcome by the owner of the brothel the second you pass the door. She suggests you a selection of people to have a good time with but you weren't interested.
"Are there anyone else?" You asked curiously, feeling your compagnions eyes behind you.
There was a pregnant pause as she gazed upstairs, then turn to you with a grin. "It seems that the devil's den is not occupied anymore. You would have a great time with him." The woman eyes you up and down and you feel naked despite wearing your armor. "He is truly a charming fellow. I am sure you would have a great time."
You thank her, wondering who the owner was talking about. You had a little idea and that made you even more drawn to find out. You walk upstairs, searching for the room she mentionned and opening the door, you were met with the githyanki general leaving the room in angry steps, then the devil's eyes on you.
"For fuck sake...Are you kidding me?" You could hear the other tiefling grunt.
You feel trapped when his eyes met yours. He was in his human form, knuckles under his chin in false thought as a smirk graced his lips. "My, my, the little mouse finally crawls to the cat claws, time and luck ran out. Have you finally lost all solutions after all this time?"
Did you? You know you tried. Nettie, the hag, Halsin...All of them couldn't help and although your vampiric friend decided with happiness to use the tadpole powers (for selfish reasons, you didn't judge) you weren't and Raphael was right, you were lost, but that wasn't the first thought on why you entered the devil's den.
You frown and your tail sway, knowning he could easily read you like a book. You turn to your compagnions with sweaty hands. "I'll join you guys later. I need to talk to him in private."
They all seem to disapprove beside Astarion. You knew how he would go for a deal with a devil than returning back to Cazador. The others however, Wyll and Karlach, weren't on the same side. "Don't you fucking dare sell your sould to that cambion!
You try to calm the stronger woman. "Karlach..."
You hear a clap. "Now, let's talk about the deal." The smell of sulfur passes your nose. Raphael had changed in his cambion form. He cracks his head and rolls his shoulders back.
"I never agreed to make a deal." You frown and cross your arms. "And even if I was, I still don't know what you want in return."
He walked closer with a grin. "There was something." The devil pauses, flamed eyes looking at you. "but changes happened." His vague response only makes your brows crease deeper and he laughs at your expression. "Don't look at me like that, little mouse." He snaps his fingers, transporting your friends elsewhere, probably outside the room. "I already found another way to retrieve it." You still didn't know what he was talking about. "As for you," Raphael places two fingers under your chin. "I have grown found of you—in my own devilish ways. I want you to serve me."
What? "Serve you? Don't you have damned souls to do so already?"
The cambion let out a devious chuckle. "Let me rephrased it." His grip turns rougher, claws slightly scratching your skin and his voice threatening. "You will serve me." His face returns neutral.
You stay immobile with wide eyes, your body getting warmer. You couldn't believe you were liking this in the bottom of your mind. Raphael seems to sense it, a smug smile on his face.
You sigh. Your compagnions will hate you forever if they know about this but you would lie to yourself if you say you weren't drawn to the devil since the first meeting. "On one condition." Raphael's listening, so you continue. "You give me the hammer to free Orpheus and let me save Baldur's Gate." You loved the city and you didn't want weeks of efforts to go in vain.
"Such autority." Raphael let go of your chin with a sneer. "You have a deal." A contract appeared in front of you, the fire illuminating the room. You read the infernal lines carefully before signing and the paper disappeared.
After it did, the devil didn't waste time. He snakes a hand in your curved horns and tug. You whine, eyes directly at him with a glare but he only looks nonchalantly at you. "On your knees."
"You could've asked—" You let out a moan involontary as Raphael tugs again on it, your face closer to his now.
"And where is the fun in that, little mouse? The cat is hunting for what he chased." His smile faded a moment as he says his next words. "On your knees."
You kneel while never breaking eyes contact with the devil. Raphael's glowing eyes looks down at you and a part feel natural, to be below him. A unholy dream that was coming true. One you never told anyone. To be at the devil's mercy was intoxicating. His hand caresses your hair, then your face and he hums. "Mortals are normally so boring but you? You are certainly not, little mouse." He snaps his fingers and you feel cold. The bastard undressed you.
"Seriously?" You watch him, embarrassed.
He tut when you try to hide your parts. "Do not hide yourself." You see him drink you up and down. "Seeing you like this is far more refreshing than with that poor excuse of an armor." Raphael swat his hand like he was talking of junk. The devil works his magic, his naked form now in front of your own kneeled one. Your body goes rigid as his cock appears in eyes level. You gaze at him.
Hells. How were you suppose to put it in your mouth? Astarion was big but it wasn't the same. Raphael's member was of a devil, red with veins and bumps. You're confused when he walks away to sit on the end of the bed. His legs are opened and he curls his fingers towards him. "Come."
You get up but stop in your tracks. "Oh no, pet. On all four." You blush, flames pooling inside your lower regions and you crawl to Raphael's lap, between his legs. This was so humiliating, but so worth it.
You palm his erection and stroke it gently, then start to lick the tip while looking at Raphael. His eyes full of flames watch your ministrations with silence, a few groans there and there but he doesn't seems to be the vocal type. You wrap your mouth around his cock, chocking as it touches the back of your throat but hum, closing your eyes.
"Good....You know what you are doing after all." Raphael lets out a relieved sigh mixes with controlled pleasure. "Is it the vampire spawn? Or perharp another of your compagnion? Not that it matters. You are mine."
You don't respond, bobbing your head as you suck and roll your tongue around his shaft. The devil grabs the back of your horns and move you to his own pace, your nose touching the hair. Raphael chuckles, trapping you in your position. He groans as cum slides down your throat. Even finished, he doesn't let go of you. His eyes glares at your form when he sees you are not drinking his cum. "Shallow." Tears appears in the corners of your eyes with the lack of air and you drink every drop, gasping to breathe when Raphael lets go of you, smirking.
Your body is trembling in arousal when the cambion orders you to lay on four on the bed. You look over your shoulder, your tail flicking back and forth. He walks closer to your form and grips your ass cheeks. You let out a whimper when his lips are close to your face, his voice lowering above a whisper. "What a naughty little mouse. To think you would do such a thing when your compagnions are outside." Raphael didn't feel sorry, that was for sure. "With a devil no less." There was a smack, your body moving forward with a cry.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
You nod, but he only smacks your ass harder with a glare. "Y-Yes, Raphael."
"Good girl." The devil spreads the skin, your pussy in view. "My, my."
You face the sheets, flustered and embarrassed. Gasps leave your lips however when you feel Raphael rubs your folds. You were already soaked and he barely touched you yet.
He hums, entering two inside. This earned a whimper from your part. "Too much already? How disappointing." Another finger came in, not bothering to know if you were truly enjoying yourself or you just couldn't take more.
"Can you—ah!" You stop mid-sentence as the devil pumps three fingers roughly. He relishes in your moans, looking at your helpless form under him, your clawed fingers grabbing the sheet while trying to not let sounds out. This made Raphael frowns. He wanted to hear you scream, beg, cry, anything but dead silence so the devil's fingers go their way deeper.
"Raphael!" You couldn't hold your voice, moaning his name for your friends to hear.
Your skin was shining with sweat, tail down in submission. The devil continues his assault on your plump walls, biting your ear. "Louder."
You scream his name louder, and even louder when he enters you with his cock. Your pants fill the devil's den and you didn't care anymore if your compagnions could hear you. You want to satisfy your craving for this immortal being. Raphael lifts your bottom higher, going deeper in your pussy. "Such a tight little mouse, mine to toy with now." His shaft rumbs each corner of your walls, making you see stars.
You were begging for release for what seems like hours when he came on your butt, slapping it soon after. You were exausted, head dizzy and heart pumping out of your chest. The matress squeaks under you, meaning the devil left the bed and you could see him in the corner of your eyes snapping his fingers, clothed once again.
"I enjoyed this little adventure between you and I." He turns with a smirk. "Not that it will be our last."
You get up with shaking legs. "So do I have to go to Hell with you now?"
Raphael laughs. "No, not now. You still have a mission to accomplish, do you not, little hero?" He approaches your naked form, grapping your face. "I'll come for you when time runs out." Then the devil disappeared.
The door behind you immediately burst opened with a furious Karlach and your two other compagnions.
"Fuck...."
#i love him#bg3#bg3 tav#bg3 spoilers#raphael bg3#raphael x tav#raphael x oc#raphael x reader#tiefling#tav#karlach#astarion#wyll#fanfiction#smut
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The devil you don't know 2
Part 1 / Part 3
Waking up next to your loved one is always something you'll cherish and be grateful for.
He's curled into himself while your arms slung around him, your nose buried in his neck, taking his natural scent which surprisingly always smells like sulfur and cherries. Making you wonder if he takes extra care of his scent for it to stay on him for this long
Tightening your arms around him to pull him closer to yourself even though he is much larger than you, you still like to be the one to hold him. Basking in his warmth, nuzzling him from behind while you tangle your legs with his.
With a sigh leaving your lips, you try to engrave this moment into your brain to never forget it, running your hands over his chest and belly, taking ever little curve and muscle into notice.
You close your eyes again as a sudden wave of sadness and guilt overtakes you. Have you done something to make him feel like he's a bad person?
He's always so respectful and polite. He often helps you around the house even if it's something as little as taking the trash out. Sometimes he'll also cock dinner for the two of you and bring a very expensive bottle of wine.
He also never arrives empty-handed to your home, always having a flower bouquet, a new book, or something that you've needed for a while.
Your lips slowly kiss down his neck to his shoulder, causing him to growl, to which you can only smile.
Raphael slowly turns on his back, stretching his limbs before putting them around your waist. "Good morning, little mouse." he greets you with his low morning voice.
"Morning," you reply before giving his cheek a kiss and resting your head on his chest.
Your hand comes up to comb through his bed hair, and he only hums to the feeling while his eyes remain closed.
"Raphael..." You whisper as if you're about to say something forbidden, "I've been thinking about yesterday"
The man finally opens his eyes, and you immediately see the sadness and hurt in his eyes to which you hurriedly sit up and put both your hands on his cheek. "Nothing bad, baby, it's just..."
His own hands grab your wrist while he leans into your hands, waiting for you to continue. "I just wish you could see how good of a person you are. You've been nothing but a blessing for me. So please, if there is anything I can do to make you see your value, then don't hesitate to tell me"
Raphaels lips are pressed in a thin line while sitting up as well, taking your hands off his face into his palm.
"You don't understand..." it's clear to you that he has trouble to voice his thoughts, but you don't want to pressure him.
In your mind, he's just like a cat. Don't make any sudden moves, or you'll scare them away forever. That's why you only squeeze his hands while staying quiet.
"I've been lying to you this whole time," he confesses. "I thought if I hid it from you, perhaps I could be truly happy," he avoids your gaze and takes deep breaths before continuing, "but I'm too scared to tell you, you'll leave me and I'll be alone again, raging about my damn father"
Gulping you think of the best way to react to such a confession, however, Raphael is quick to keep talking. "My whole life, I've been thinking of ways to overthrow my father, and soon my chance will come. The only thing I need to do is to wait now,"
"But isn't that good?" You ask him quietly so as not to scare him off, "I'll have to show you my true self then, little mouse... and if you don't accept me, I don't know what I'll do... I don't want to be alone..."
Your heart breaks at the sight of his teary eyes and how his voice keeps breaking down. You can't help but pull him into your shoulder, petting his back while he fists your shirt.
"No matter what happens or what you've done that you're hiding from me, I'll never leave you. You're the only one for me, Raphael."
I really want to turn this into a fluff / angst fic now 🫠🫠 because I'm having a lot of fun writing this
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Party Favours - Raphael Santiago x female reader
Summary: One of Magnus’ parties leads to the unexpected
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: beginnings of a panic attack
Y/N’s POV
Alec’s dragging me through the door of Magnus’ apartment, his grip firm but gentle, drawing a sigh of resignation from me. I don’t put up much of a fight, not because I particularly enjoy parties, but because I love Alec so much.
He’s always been there for me, a constant presence in my life. Two years older than me, he’s not just a brother figure, but also a father figure in many ways. His protective instincts kick in whenever he senses my hesitation or reluctance.
I squeeze his hand in reassurance, offering a small smile as we step into the vibrant chaos of the loft. The music pounds in my ears, the chatter of voices blending into a dizzying hum. Downwards and Shadowhunters mingle together, their differences monetarily forgotten in the revelry.
Alec leads me further into the room, his expression a mixture of determination and excitement. I follow along dutifully, trusting him to guide me through the sea of unfamiliar faces and overwhelming sensations. Despite my reservations, there's a part of me that's grateful for Alec's insistence. He knows how much these gatherings mean to Magnus, how important it is for us to show our support for him.
We weave through the crowd, catching glimpses of familiar faces – Izzy's infectious laughter, Jace's cocky grin, Magnus' sparkling eyes. They all seem to be in their element, revelling in the festivities with a sense of abandon I can't quite muster. But, Alec is by my side, his presence a grounding force amidst the chaos. And for that, I am grateful. With him beside me, I know I can face whatever the night may bring, even if it means stepping out of my comfort zone.
As we navigate through the crowd, Magnus slinks over with the grace of a cat, his eyes alight with mischief as he greets us. His magnetic presence draws attention wherever he goes, and tonight is no exception.
“Ah Alec, my dear boy,” Magnus purrs, his voice laced with amusement, “Might I steal you away for a moment? There's someone I simply must introduce you to.”
Alec glances at me, silently seeking my approval. I offer him a reassuring smile, nodding my consent. Magnus and Alec share a unique bond, one that transcends mere friendship, and I would never dream of standing in the way of that.
“Of course , Magnus," Alec replies, turning to me with a gentle squeeze of my hand. "I'll be back soon.”
As Magnus leads Alec away with a flourish, a pang of loneliness tugs at my heart. I watch them disappear into the crowd, feeling a twinge of envy for the easy camaraderie they share. But I quickly push aside those feelings, reminding myself that Alec deserves to enjoy himself, especially in the company of someone as captivating as Magnus.
Alone now, I shift uncomfortably in the too-short dress Izzy insisted I wear. The fabric clings to my skin like a second layer, its tightness making each breath feel constricted. The pulsating energy of the party presses in on me from all sides, overwhelming my senses with a cacophony of noise and movement.
As the minutes tick by, the intensity of the crowd becomes almost suffocating. Conversations blend into an indistinguishable buzz, laughter rings in my ears like chimes in a storm, and the kaleidoscope of colours and faces whirl around me in a dizzying blur.
Panic begins to gnaw at the edges of my consciousness, a cold knot of fear tightening in my chest. I feel like I'm drowning in the sea of people, struggling to keep my head above water as I desperately search for an escape. With trembling hands, I push my way through the throng, each step feeling like an uphill battle against the tide of bodies. My heart pounds in my chest, a frantic rhythm matching the pulse of the music that reverberates through the loft.
Just when I feel like I can’t take another moment of the overwhelming chaos, an icy grip clamps around my wrist, drawing me sharply from the crowd and into the hallways with lightning speed. Instinctively, I try to wrench my hand free, my heart hammering in my chest as I spin around to confront my captor.
But before I can even form a coherent thought, I find myself face to face with Raphael Santiago, his dark eyes searching my face with an intensity that takes my breath away. Relief floods through me like a tidal wave, washing away the fear and panic that had threatened to consume me only moments before.
“Raphael,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper as I practically collapse into his solid chest, seeking refuge in the safety of his embrace.
His arms wrap around me instinctively, holding me close as if to shield me from the chaos of the world outside. For a long moment we stand there together in the quiet stillness of the hallway, the only sound the slightly muffled thumping music in the next room.
Feeling a sense of calm wash over me in Raphael's embrace, I let out a shaky breath, allowing myself to relax for the first time since arriving at the party. With his steady presence by my side, the overwhelming panic begins to ebb away, replaced by a warmth that spreads through me like sunlight breaking through the clouds.
As the tension slowly melts away, Raphael gently guides me towards the spare room I had been heading towards earlier. With each step, I feel a sense of gratitude welling up inside me, grateful for his unwavering support and understanding.
But as we step into the dimly lit room, my cheeks flush with embarrassment when I catch sight of myself in the mirror. The black dress Izzy had insisted I wear barely reaches past my ass, leaving little to the imagination, while the plunging neckline barely covers my cleavage. Paired with the knee-high boots that add a significant amount of height to my frame, I can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable.
I tug self-consciously at the hem of the dress, trying in vain to cover a little more skin. I can feel Raphael’s eyes on me, his gaze warm with amusement as he takes in my discomfort.
“You look beautiful Birdie,” He murmurs, using the nickname he gave me the first time he met me, his voice soft but sincere as he steps up behind me, eyes meeting mine in the reflection of the mirror.
His hands cold as ice, settle on my hips, their touch sending a shockwave of awareness through me. There’s an eerie chill to his fingertips, a stark reminder of his undead nature, as they trace delicate patterns on my skin. When his lips press against my jugular, there’s no warmth, only what should be the unsettling sensation of death brushing against my skin but it’s Raphael. My pulse jumps beneath his touch, his lips curving into a smirk against my neck.
Flushed with heat, I feel a rush of flustered embarrassment washing over me. It’s not just Raphael’s proximity that sets my heart racing, but the realisation of the feelings I've harboured for him for so long. Despite the impossibility of it all, the boundaries that separate our worlds, I've never been able to shake the ache in my chest whenever he's near. Shadowhunters can’t date downworlders and the law is the law but sometimes laws have to be broken. Izzy’s been sleeping with Meliorn…
As I stand there, lost in the intensity of Raphael's gaze, my thoughts drift to Alec and Magnus, two souls who could be so happy together if not for the unjust laws that govern our world. The bitterness of the truth sends a surge of frustration through me, and before I can stop myself, the words spill out.
“Fuck this…” I mutter, my voice laced with defiance as I spin around in Raphael's grip, determination burning in my eyes.
Before he can react, I grab his face with both hands, pulling him into a kiss I've wanted for so long. His initial surprise is evident, his body stiffening for a moment before melting into the kiss with a raw, unbridled passion. For a moment, time seems to stand still as our lips meet, the world fading away around us as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. His kiss is electrifying, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through me as I lose myself in the sensation of his touch.
Suddenly, I feel myself falling, the sensation of weightlessness overwhelming me as I land on the bed with a soft thud. Raphael hovers over me, his eyes dark with desire as he leans down to capture my lips once more. His kiss is fierce and possessive, a silent declaration of the longing we've both denied for so long. In that moment, as our bodies entwine in a tangle of limbs and desire, I know that there's no turning back.
As our lips remain locked in a fervent embrace, Raphael's kiss becomes a whirlwind of passion and longing. Every brush of his lips against mine sends sparks flying, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. But just as I feel myself becoming lost in the intensity of the moment, he breaks the kiss, allowing me to catch my breath.
I inhale deeply, the rush of air filling my lungs as I stare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes, dark with desire, bore into mine with an intensity that steals my breath away. And in that moment, as our bodies remain entwined on the bed, I realise just how long he's been waiting for this.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion. "But I needed to wait for you to make the first move.”
His words hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning and unspoken desire. In the silence that follows, I feel a surge of warmth spreading through me, knowing that he's waited for me all this time, just as I've waited for him.
With a shaky breath, I reach up to trace the contours of his face, my fingers trembling with anticipation. His gaze softens at my touch, a flicker of tenderness in his eyes as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“Better late than never.”
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TMNT Splinter and Raphael Moment
Like how Raphael has a bug phobia.
Splinter has a cat phobia.
I like to think Splinter was always scared of cats for reasons...no one really knows and not just him developing the fear when he turned into a giant rat.
When Mikey brought home ice cream kitty, I imagine Splinter having a hard time.
Short story.
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Splinter was on his way to the kitchen to grab himself a snack. His favorite. Cheesecals! He smiled as he went to open the freezer but just as he was about to reach for his favorite treat, different flavors of ice cream began to form, shaping itself into a cat that got Splinter's eyes to wide.
Ice Cream Kitty titled her out and gave a cute, "Meow" which caused Splinter to let out a startle scream and slam the freezer door shut. He panted, as his heart raced. 'I had forgotten about her.'
Splinter growled to himself, hating that he agreed to let Michelangelo keep his new ice cream beast of a friend but with her being a mutant, they could not just let her wander around now, can they? And by the time Donatello comes up with a cure, Michelangelo would grow far to attach to get rid of it and Splinter never had the spin to break his youngest's heart.
"Why did it have to be cat? Out of anything else in the world. Why did it have to be a cat?" He muttered to himself, still shaken until he sensed someone behind him and turned to see his youngest son, looking at him wide eyed with his mouth agape.
Judging by his expression, he had seen everything, and Splinter began to look absolutely flustered. "M-Michelangelo!" He cleared his throat and folded his hands behind his back, trying to regain his posture. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Papa..." Mikey breathed before his face turned into a smile. "You're scared of kitties!" If Splinter did not have fur his face would be red by now. "No!" He yelled too quickly, out of reflex and Mikey grinned. "This is awesome! I didn't think you were scared of anything."
Splinter glared at his son sternly. "I am not afraid, Michelangelo, I was just...I was getting a snack, and I just changed my mind. That is all."
"Suure~" Mikey stretched out teasingly, causing Splinter to scowl. "So, why are you scared of cats? Is it because you're a rat and your scared they'll eat you?"
"Michelangelo, I don't-"
"Or were you scared of cats before you mutated?" Mikey asked, sincerely curious. "Michelangelo-!"
"Oh! Wait till everyone else hears about this! They'll be so shocked!"
Before Splinter could respond, Mikey got slapped upside the head by Raph who just appeared out of nowhere. "You ain't going to tell anyone!"
"Ow! Raph, what was that for?!" Mikey pouted but Raph just glared at him. "Shut it and get lost, and don't you dare mention this again or else, I'll tell Renet you still sleep with a teddy bear because you're too scared of the dark!"
Mikey gasped and quickly dashed out of the kitchen. Once he was gone, Splinter let out a breath of relief. "Thank you, my son."
"Eh, don't mention it," Raph brushed off as he went to the freezer to open the door, which caused Splinter to jump back. Raph paused to look at him and smiled. "You really are scared, aren't ya?"
Splinter frightened eyes turned to a glare as a defensive growl was threatening his throat, but he froze when Raph went into the freezer and grabbed a cheesecal from Ice Cream Kitty. He gave her a couple pats on the head before closing the door and handing the frozen treat to his father. "Here you go."
Splinter slowly took the cheesecal and smiled, letting out an embarrassed chuckle. "Thank you, Raphael." Splinter sighed to himself. "I can not believe, after all these years, I still allow myself to be frightened by a small animal."
"Join the club, Pops," Raph joked. "I am scared of things much smaller."
"Ah, yes, your bug phobia." Splinter nodded, remembering the times he has heard Raph scream and gotten tease by his brothers because of his fear of bugs. "I never did discover what awoke that fear."
"Do you want to tell me what awoke yours?"
Splinter thought about it, remembering how he became afraid of cats in the first place and immediately shook his head since it was quit an embarrassing story. "No."
"Then we're on the same page," Raph said as he began to walk away but stopped briefly to look back at him. "You don't gotta worry about me telling anyone and I'll make sure Mikey does not spill the beans either."
Splinter smiled. "I appreciate it, my son. Perhaps one day, I can help you through your phobia."
Raph snorted. "I think you gotta worry about working through yours first before you go hungry. I won't always be around to get your cheesecals for you."
Splinter sighed, knowing that was true. "Hai..."
Raph chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll get through it. Just remember she is not a normal cat; she is not a cat at all, she is...ice cream." Raph shrugged and then went off to watch TV with his brothers.
Splinter frowned, looking at the freezer from the corner of his eye. He slowly raises his hand to open it to a small crack but before he could open it wider, he heard another, "Meow!" and quickly shut the door again.
"Perhaps another time..."
#tmnt 2012#tmnt fanfiction#tmnt headcanons#tmnt splinter#tmnt raphael#father-son moment#phobias#cats#bugs
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This is a personal project that I'll be embroidering and sewing by hand.
Okay so I'm planning the 20cm test before finishing the 10cm tests just because it takes a while to polish off the digital planning. Gives me something to do when I can't access my embroidery stuff. I have three characters in mind just because I'm currently limited to yellow/blonde hair + pale completion with fabric. I'm only gonna pick one to do for now. Doing an established character just in case I grow a pair and decide to sell it if the project turns out okay. Three different characters from three different fandoms+ rambling under the cut. I'll most likely be posting progress for whoever is picked like with most of my projects so if there's any bias for who anyone wants to see lmk. The possible test subjects are Satan (OBM) Raphael (WHB) and Nazuna Nito (Enstars)
Used my fandom blogs @ for the drawings out of habit. Oh and these all have some type of animal ears because I think it's cute. I wanna use snaps magnets or velcro to hold everything in place but I'm not sure yet.
Satan - Obey Me
The only one who looks halfway decent because I've been drawing him since 2021. My goal is to make a large scale Thirteen plushie with a lamb theme similar to the middle Satan. I also really don't like it when people delude Tanny to cat guy but I am a cat guy so he's most likely getting optional kitten ears if picked. The plain bows would just be plain embroidery but if the lamb design is picked I'll be embroidering fabric on top of fabric. I don't know what the methods called. I'm not a professional. I have an idea on how to make Satan's tail but would be weird to explain??? Possibly my favorite but that's just because the Obey Me brain worms run deep. Also the only one I feel confident in making clothes for.
Raphael - What in Hell is Bad
Look. We aren't gonna talk about why I'm playing the horny demon game. I don't understand why I play either. Anyway. I love Raphael's design too bad I wanna choke him in the most violent lest sexual way possible. This design would involve a lot of sewing fabric on fabric which I really don't mind. I have an idea on how to make little bandages that a kinda wanna tryout. The only thing is I'd like to add beads to the embroidery for his piercings. A bit of a price to pay for only doing one eye but I think it's worth it. This one specifically will also be good practice for using metallic embroidery thread. I'm torn between bunny and the fake horns??? Raphael is just annoying angry rabbit chewing on power cords coded. The only problem is I'd probably wanna make the other two dick heads eventually and *vague choking gestures* why are those freaks so damn pretty. Overall a lot of fun different textures to play with. The only thing is I probably won't post much about making him aside from helpful design components because dude is from a R18 game.
Nazuna Nito - Ensemble Stars
I actually already own a few Enstars plushies and plan on making both Jin and Akiomi for the larger scale tests. So. Yea. I don't think I need anymore??? The first is the easiest with the whole bunny thing. Probably gonna sew the fabric for the stomach art on and embroider around it. Second is loosely based on Nazuna's first 5* event card. It was the event that was going on when I started playing Enstars. Trying to figure out the game while playing Love it Love it still haunts my nightmares. The final one is based on his recent scout 5* I need to work on coloring gemstones but I think it'd translate nicely to embroidery. This design is gonna be the easiest out of this bunch. The most complicated thing will probably be color matching embroidery thread.
#I'll decide to add fandom tags later#do I want the main tag to know my sins? probably not.#🐑 screaming into a cave#angy eepy
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MC: *peering from the side of the table* *sneakily reaches for the roasted chicken*
Simeon: *swats their hand*
MC: *snarls* I just want to give it to Luke!
Simeon: *smiles* I know. But why not call him to come here? It's almost dinner time.
MC: ...
MC: *sad frowns*
Simeon: Haven't apologize yet?
MC: *scratches the table post* I don't have a gift... So I can't.
MC: I tried giving him a snake, but he didn't like it...
Simeon: *cracks up*
MC: ...
Simeon: *clears his throat* I'm sure Luke will appreciate your apology with or without gifts.
MC: *their ears twitched* Really?
Simeon: Really.
MC: Okay. But can't I really have that? I can exchange it with this mouse. *places it on the table*
Simeon: Uh... MC, we can't eat that.
MC: Okay. I'll just eat it myself.
Simeon: No-!
Luke: *pouting*
Luke: *sigh* Maybe I was too hard on them. *hears a knock on the door*
Luke: Who is it?
MC: *opens the door* *looks hesitant* Luke?
Luke: ...
Luke: Come in.
MC: *walks inside* *kneels in front of him*
Luke: *scratches them behind their ears*
MC: *purrs*
Luke: Are you here to apologize?
MC: *nods*
Luke: Okay. I'll hear it.
MC: *looks at him with dilated pupils* I won't a dead bug in your bed ever again.
Luke: *cracks a smile* Apology accepted.
Luke: *hugs them, then smells something weird*
Luke: Ugh... What's that? You smell like a dead mouse.
MC: ...
MC: That's just your imagination, dad.
Luke: *looks at them and frowns*
Luke: MC.
MC: *helping Raphael in the kitchen*
MC: *pounding the garlic hard with their fist*
Raphael: ...
Raphael: You're doing a great job.
MC: *turns their head at him*
Raphael: ...
MC: ...
Raphael: *sigh* Alright. Here's your cat treat.
MC: *purrs while they devour it*
Raphael: But you need to continue in helping me.
MC: *looks at him with a frown*
Raphael: ...
Raphael: *smiles*
Michael: *enters the kitchen* Raphael! I found a snake under my bed! *looks happy*
Raphael: Okay. And?
Michael: That means MC finally loves me! *cries*
MC: ...
Raphael: Hm. I think it depends with the snake. What did they give you?
Michael: A rattle snake!
Raphael: ...
Raphael: *turns to look at MC*
MC: *stares at him back*
Raphael: MC, that's an attempted murder.
MC: He's alive though.
Michael: Eh?
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The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 22
Warnings: angst heavy, mentions of torture, fear, arguing, Astarion being himself
Summary: Trust is hard won.
Notes: An angsty one today, folks, but they make up for it in the end. I'll fully admit, the editing on this one was a bit half-assed (going through some health issues yet again), so if anything stands out to you, feel free to point it out! <3 -D
Read on ao3 here!
Previous chapter | First chapter
Stopping just outside their room door, Astarion takes a moment to just listen.
And he hears nothing.
Granted, he’s not totally sure what form her anger would take-she’s not angry often. Or at least, she’s not angry outside of dealing with assholes they’re trying to kill, anyway.
Would her anger be a soft, silent, tense thing? Pursed lips and doing tasks a little more forcefully than strictly needed, curt words and eyes darting anywhere but at him? (Like with Nere, he thinks.)
Or would it be a storm this time, shouting and throwing the most breakable items she could get her hands on?
He almost snorts out loud. No, that last one isn’t like his kitten. Still, he hates it when she’s mad at him. It makes his guts all squirmy.
Taking a deep breath, he opens the door and steps inside.
His eyes immediately find the small black cat curled up on one of the pillows on the bed. Sighing softly as he closes the door, he pulls his boots off and crosses the room, climbing onto the mattress and sitting with his back against the wall. “You’re not yelling, so I’ll take it.”
His tadpole wriggles faintly, and her voice filters into his mind. No point.
“Oh? Why’s that?” he asks softly.
Because it won’t change anything.
His brow furrows. “What does that mean?”
She’s quiet a long moment. Then, she sits up, her hazel eyes staring up at him as she makes nervous biscuits on the pillow. When I first got up here, I was so angry. I remember after we met Raphael for the first time, you were proud of me for turning down his offer. I thought that meant that you didn’t want anything to do with what he could offer us. But down there…my first thought was of how hypocritical you seemed. You wouldn’t take the offer when we all benefitted, but if it’s just you, no problem?
He can’t help a wince. “Darling, I-”
No, please let me finish.
He falls silent, lips pursed, watching her as she stares at him.
Then I realized that you’ve probably been thinking about asking him about your scars since we met him. He’s a devil who deals in contracts; if anyone would know what yours is for, it would be him.
“...you’re not wrong,” he says slowly.
I get it. I really do. Your reasoning makes sense. But you…you never told me. You never mentioned once that you wanted to do that, to try and make a deal for that. Why?
Guilt is roiling in his veins. “You have so much already on your plate, kitten, I didn’t want to add to your worries.”
Her eyes narrow. Some of the scruff on the back of her neck rises. So instead, you keep me in the dark and then spring it on me? You think that’s any better? Don’t bullshit me, Astarion. The reason you didn’t tell me was because you were worried I would have tried to talk you out of it.
“Wouldn’t you have?” he replies, crossing his arms. “You’re not exactly the kind for taking the choice that’s anything less than good.”
Her look turns into a full-on glare. And I’ve told you why that is! Back in the forest, weeks ago, I told you why I do my best to stay kind!
“Yes, you did, and trust me when I say it’s one of the things I admire about you,” he all but spits. “But not all of us have that luxury! Not every choice is going to have a good outcome!”
You really think I don’t get that?! Once again, being kind doesn’t mean I’m naive! I’ve seen my share of shit living in Baldur’s Gate. But the right and wrong of your decision isn’t the gods-damned point!
“Then what is?!” he snaps.
Her form ripples, and in a blink Sable is herself before him, eyes overbright with tears and a deep, aching sadness. “The point,” she whispers thickly, “is that you don’t trust me enough to tell me about your plans.” His eyes widen. “You don’t trust me to have your back, no matter what I think of your choices. After everything that’s happened so far, you still don’t trust me.”
He stares at her; a tear streaks down her cheek, and she dashes it away. “I…kitten, I…of course I-”
“Don’t. Don’t keep trying to bullshit me, Astarion,” she says, her voice small. “Because I get it. After two hundred years of being tortured, I wouldn’t trust easily either. But…you’ve gotta learn how to trust people again. Or else, when all of this is over, you’ll end up completely alone.”
He stares at her. His lips part, but no words come out. She’s not wrong, but he can’t force himself to say out loud that she’s right. Because where would that leave him? Taking the plunge into trusting someone like that terrifies him to the point of…of…
But that’s it, isn’t it? He can’t speak…but he could feel.
Which means so could she.
His hand shoots out, cupping around the back of her head, and he pulls her to him. He pushes his forehead against hers, and pushes into her mind through their tadpole link.
“Astar-”
His name cuts off with a gasp as sensations flood into her.
If I follow his orders he says he’ll give me fresh rat tonight but if I fail he’ll flay open my chest again but the last time he said that he changed his mind and flayed me anyway just because he felt like it. The remembered misery of his skin being cut off in strips makes Sable choke and writhe on his lap. Can’t know which one he’ll pick but I can’t disobey either. Can’t trust anyone in this house not to turn me over to him if I disobey about anything, and no one can trust me because I’d do the same. The only thing I can trust is that there’ll be pain pain pain pain PAIN-
She shrieks as the agony of centuries of torment and torture is pushed into her mind, and she breaks away, slamming the mental connection shut and throwing herself off his lap. She all but cowers in the corner, curling up trembling and covering her head with her arms. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so sorry,” she gasps over and over.
“Words are so easy, aren’t they?” he sneers, rage and terror and guilt, so much guilt, warring within him. And the guilt just pisses him off more. He stands, staring at her, his hands balling into fists by his sides. “You can tell someone what to do until you’re blue in the fucking face, but actually doing it?” He shakes his head, and he gestures to his chest. “I want to trust you, Sable! More than anything, I want to trust you. You’re the first person in two hundred years at least that I’ve let in at all! I’m so sorry if my progress isn’t fast enough for your liking!”
He storms out, slamming the door behind him. But he doesn’t make it far enough away before his enhanced hearing picks up his kitten bursting into tears.
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The cool night air stirs the ends of Sable’s hair, cools her overheated face and sore eyes. She sits on the edge of a balcony, her legs through the rungs of the railing, her forehead pressed to one. Even though it’s the middle of the night at this point, she can hear various Harpers moving around, working on various tasks.
But Sable just stares off into the dark, not really seeing anything. She can’t stop replaying what happened earlier, over and over, in her mind. She feels awful. Guilt writhes in her guts, in her veins, like snakes through burrows.
He probably hates me now, she thinks miserably, closing her eyes. And I don’t blame him. I knew he’d suffered, but I didn’t know it was that bad…He never let on that it was that bad…
She’s not sure how long she sits there, how long she wallows in her pain. Eventually, a voice cuts through her thoughts. “Why are you not asleep?” Jaheira. “You have much to do tomorrow.”
She turns to look at her, and the older woman stops dead in surprise. Red eyes holding an aching sadness, tear tracks, blotchy, flushed face under the freckles…”S-Sorry, Jaheria, I-I don’t think I’ll be sleeping.”
“Little one, what has happened?” Jaheira asks, quickly coming over to sit beside her.
Sable’s chin trembles as she fights not to try again as her all-but-adopted mother gently rubs her back. Slowly, the story comes out, from the time that she met Astarion until now. “...and I-I’m just a fucking idiot to say something like that to him,” she sobs.
Jaheira sighs heavily, wrapping her arms around the young elf. “Oh, my child…you’ve chosen to give your heart to an incredibly complicated man. Anyone involved with Szarr knows nothing but pain and despair. They must fight and plot and scheme just to avoid worse than they already get. A man like your Astarion, after so much time under that yoke, would have all but forgotten how to love.”
Sable shakes her head, pulling back and looking earnestly up into the older druid’s eyes. “He can. He can! I’ve seen it! He wants so much to heal. But it’s going to take more time than what he’s had so far and I…I pushed him. I pushed him on it instead of letting things go at his pace and…and…”
Jaheira’s eyebrow raises. “You may have pushed him, but he’s trying to make a deal with a devil. You are only trying to protect him from that.”
“I know…I know, but…” She swallows thickly. “But what he chooses to do should be his choice. I don’t have the right to take that away from him.”
“You’re not wrong, my smart child,” the Harper leader says fondly. “People must be free to make their own choices, even if the consequences will later bite them in the arse.” She brushes a fond kiss over Sable’s hair. “Your heart was in the right place, though, and that matters. I think he was much too harsh on you.”
Sable thinks about it, and she shakes her head. “I don’t think so. What he’s been through…it honestly can’t be described.” She shivers, remembering the pain pushed through their connection. “Without the tadpoles, no one else can really know what he’s been through. But I felt it. I…” She shudders, hard, words locked behind a sudden lump in her throat.
Jaheira gently shushes her, stroking her hair. “I believe you, my child. I can only begin to guess what horrors Szarr put him through.” She pauses, looking down at the younger druid. “The question now is, what do you want to do?”
Sable sighs, rubbing absently at the tear tracks dried onto her face. “I don’t know. I want to talk to him, to apologize, but…”
“Ah, there you are.” Both women turn their heads to see Astarion standing there, a very small smile on his lips but his eyes wary. “You weren’t in our room anymore. I…” His eyes widen when he sees the state Sable is in, and he drops his gaze. “I’m…well. I’ll leave you be.”
“No, you stay. I was just going.” Jaheira gives Sable a gently stern look, then stands and walks inside. As she passes Astarion, she gives him a similar look, before disappearing into the inn.
Astarion swallows as Sable scrambles to her feet. The vampire approaches, slowly, stepping up beside her but looking out over the river. “I was…worried when I couldn’t find you. I thought I’d scared you off for good.”
Her breath catches, and she shakes her head. “No. You…y-you won’t get rid of me that easily.”
He barks a humorless laugh. “You thought that was easy? You’re either brave or stupid. Possibly both.”
She smiles faintly. “Probably both.” His lips curve, unable to help the fond look. It’s quiet for a bit, the two looking out over the water, at the shield protecting this place from the darkness. “...Astarion. I’m so sorry,” she finally whispers. Her hands tighten around the railing. “You’re free to make your own choices. And while I’m also free to tell you exactly what I think about those choices, I want…I want to be there for you. No matter what you choose. It’s like…when we were in the Underdark, and you told me that having someone around to tell you the unsavory options is important. Well, the opposite is true too. But…” She swallows thickly. “But I went about it really badly. I’m so sorry for making you think you weren’t healing fast enough. That isn’t what I thought at all! The fact that you’ve let me in-”
“Sable.” She turns her head to look up at him, just in time for his lips to press gently to hers. This kiss is tender, gentle in a way he’s never been. It’s almost chaste in a way his kisses never are. She shudders, and she’s not sure why. Relief, maybe? Relief that he doesn’t hate her.
He pulls away, and he smiles when she leans forward, almost chasing his lips. His fingers travel softly over her jaw. “Apology accepted. I’m sorry too. I never should have shown you.”
She shakes her head. “No, I…in a weird way, Astarion, I’m glad you did. Because I understand you better now.”
“...still. I never want to hurt you like that. Most people I don’t give two shits about. But you…” His eyes soften, depthless crimson pools. “I’d burn the world for you.”
She smiles, offering him her hand. “How about you help me save it instead?”
He blinks at her, before he laughs and takes her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Oh, I suppose. A lot less fun, honestly, but since it’s you asking…”
She smothers a giggle, and she lays her head on his shoulder, feeling the weight lifting from her chest. She hasn’t said half the things that she wants to, but…she has a feeling he understands.
“You know, I think we’re good for each other in that way,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing softly over the inner edge of her hand.
“Hm?” she replies, her eyes closed, exhaustion beginning to set in.
“About choices. Seeing all sides of a problem.”
Sable smiles. “Will you be the devil on my shoulder, Astarion?”
He grins, pressing his lips to her forehead before answering, “Only if you’ll be the celestial on mine.”
She laughs and wraps her arms around him. “Deal.”
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Y'all, MALUS THORM. JIMINY CHRISTMAS.
It's been a long, long, long time since I got squeebed out by eye stuff, but him poking himself right through the ocular into his brain legit made me grimace. Gross, Larian. Fun gross, but gross. Not even Volo's eye thing was that bad.
In other news, I'm well into Act 2! I've fully explored the eastern half of the map and am working my way through the western side north-down, since Moonrise seems to be at the bottom left of the map. I've really, REALLY been enjoying this game--the combat, dialogue, characters, and plot progression are something I've been missing since probably DA2 days, and aside from a few early missed camp conversations, I feel confident I'm seeing as much of the game as I can, which is what I wanted. (Some people from Early Access had been posting saying that if you long-rested, you could seriously affect the outcome of the druid grove/goblin camp stuff, so I was avoiding resting as much as possible. How tragic!) This is exactly the kind of map structure I wanted from Inquisition and Andromeda; please don't lock parts of an "open world" map behind a level cap. Just make it linear and big and scale the enemies and make the higher-level stuff behind doors or later in the game. Don't give me a sandstorm I can't enter with no clear game context clues that this is a "COME BACK LATER" portion of the map, especially if you're determined to put quest markers within it.
The plot of this game still has me guessing! I'm so intrigued by this dream visitor who seems to want only the best for me but encourages use of the worms. I've only consumed one, but I've had it strengthened regardless by a few in-game choices (the illithid in the Underdark was a big one--the sound I made when he floated onscreen!). Lae'zel is currently undergoing a crisis of faith, and I strongly suspect Shadowheart's not far behind. Astarion is determined to make a deal with Raphael which I think is dumb, but Wyll, Karlach, and Gale all seem to be in great shape aside from their individual ticking time bombs inside them. I want to be able to add this His Majesty cat to the camp party and it's KILLING me I can't.
Romance: Astarion, no I don't know why, no I don't really think he's that similar to Fenris aside from the superficial background, yes I know the master and scar stuff and trust me that's not the source of the pull. I think I'm more interested in the thread (which I assume will come to fruition) of teaching the sneering peacock how to be sincere. The slavery stuff is incidental. Stop LOOKING AT ME.
I did somewhere trip a Karlach romance flag and finally had to let her down after her second piece of infernal iron, which SUCKED. God, I ain't felt so bad in a video game since...I don't know. Virmire, maybe?
I'll post screenshots shortly, but I'm playing a rogue (irony) named Tavish Gale (double-irony, sorry Gale), and I've REALLY been enjoying sneak attack and poisons and lockpicking. I hardly ever play rogues in games like these, but here we are! She has the criminal background, but also has red hair and freckles turned all the way up, so in terms of the Astarion romance structure in my head I'm playing with some contrasts between someone who has spent their whole life trying to hide in the shadows vs. someone who's spent two hundred years trying to crawl out of them.
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~ The Encounter ~
Chapter I
Note: Hi everyone ! I'm trying something new here... I really don't know where I go with this, but I'll give it a try. I still need to find a name for this story. There's nothing spicy (yet) or anything as it is the very beginning and some background for my character, and I'm sorry for this short chapter but this is the first time I do that kind of thing, so..... 🫣 Anyway, hope you'll enjoy !
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You could say that Luvia didn't have a childhood like others, but actually, she didn't really have the time to have one. The little girl was only 6 years old when she crossed paths with a certain Korilla. And it was this meeting that would change the course of her life, perhaps one day for the better, but above all for the worse. And young Luvia had no idea...
While on a mission for Raphael, Korilla stopped at the Sunken Flagon of Neverwinter as night fell. But she didn't intend to stay, because the boss's business doesn't wait. She still took the time to relax with a good beer before hitting the road again. It had been a long day, and the night was going to be just as long. A few chats and a pint later, it was time for our golden dwarf to get back on track with her mission. As she left the inn, she suddenly felt like she was being watched. She scanned the surroundings and caught the eye of a little girl who was staring at her from the roof of a neighboring house. There she was, sitting near an open window that probably overlooked her bedroom. She didn't move an inch and silently observed the passers-by from the darkness. Her eyes, like two rubies, sparkled in the night.
Korilla wondered at first if she wasn't a vampire, but it was a completely different aura that she perceived. Something ancient with latent potential.
She observed her for a few moments, intrigued by this little being who seemed to hide her game well.
Could she be a...? No... This species has been extinct for ages. And Neverwinter wasn't really the kind of place you'd expect to find them. But the more she looked at her, the more she was sure she had made a most interesting discovery. She then hastened to leave the city in order to continue her mission and return as quickly as possible to inform Raphael.
A few nights later, at the House of Hope.... Korilla came to find him.
“Boss, I think I discovered something that you should really like…” the dwarf stepped forward confidently while the devil had his nose buried in his paperwork.
"Is that so ? Tell me everything. What did the cat bring us ?" he raised his head, resting his chin on his fist.
"I think I found a Dracanist*. And surprisingly, she's quite young."
Raphael raised an eyebrow, surprised and skeptical.
"Really ? Just like that, in the middle of Neverwinter ? It seems quite... Implausible to me. Are you sure you haven't drank too much ?", he sneered.
“It seems that there is no need to look very far after all.” Korilla replied without dismaying, “If I remember well, you were looking for particular elements to build your army. If this kid is what she seems to be, I think we can make something of her.”
Raphael thought for a few moments. The Dracanists were a once powerful people whose horns possessed extraordinary healing properties. They also mastered blood magic, a dark power capable of the worst madness but also of the greatest feats, and having this type of individual at his side could be very useful in his conquest of the Hells. Unfortunately, they had been extinct for centuries, but it would not be unlikely that the lasts of them had masqueraded as Tieflings over the years.
Regardless, Raphael trusted Korilla and her judgment. After all, she had very rarely disappointed him, unlike her sister, Hope. And even if she was wrong, he could still get rid of the girl.
“Bring her back here” he finally said, “We’ll see exactly what it’s all about.”
Korilla nodded, satisfied, and turned on her heel, heading back to Neverwinter. Tonight, the House of Hope would have a new resident..
Be continued....
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*Dracanist: it is a fictional species I've created.
Fun fact: The Sunken Flagon is a reference to the game Neverwinter Nights 2.
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Raph and Ali get rescued and Ali gets her name. aka chapter 2
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"Geez, why is it so freezing?"
"I'd give you an answer if I thought you actually wanted an answer"
"FOUND HIM"
"Is that..Shredder's attack cat?"
"Um..guys? They're both really really cold"
"Not good, we hafta warm them up, let's hurry and get them back to the lair"
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"Awwe, she's so cute! Look at her"
"Mikey-
"Can I keep her?"
"Mikey you can't just keep a mutant"
"Especially not if they're one of the enemy's"
"Leo's got a point, besides we brought her here for questioning not to make friends"
"Good luck with that, Hello Kitty there doesn't do much talking" Raph snorted as he awoke to his brothers bickering. "Raph! You're awake!"
"Uh-huh, and how's your 'hostage' doing?"
"Um...good? She kinda just has been sitting there, quietly." Leo pointed over his shoulder. Raph leaned over to see around him. "So, my brother's annoy you to death yet?"
"No"
All three of his brothers jumped "OMYHOLYCHALUPA! SHE SPOKE"
"not fair We've been trying for ten minutes and she responds instantly to you?" Raph smirked. "Too bad, I tamed her first." "Am I clear to move, Don? I happen to be starving, and I'm sure Hello kitty is too."
"Wait, you wanna feed her?"
"I thought making friends was Mikey's thing not yours"
"Who said anything about friends? I just thought she looked hungry-you know what nevermind I'm just gonna go get food, cmon hello kitty." Raph pushed past his brothers, leaving the medbay and heading for the kitchen. 'Hello kitty' hopped of the cot and followed Raph without a word. "Seriously!? Raph she tried to kill you!" "Then how come you didn't tie her up?!" Raph shot back over his shoulder as he rummaged in the fridge and cupboards. "So we got three options here, rice, noodles, or scrambled eggs, watcha want?" Silence. Then a quiet hesitant voice "Eggs?"
"Eggs it is then" Pulling a fry pan from the cupboard Raph cracked some eggs into it while turning the burner on. "I know I've been calling you Hello kitty, but you've probs got your own name; mind telling me what it is?"
"Name?"
"Yeah, mine's Raphael, most people call me Raph though."
" prototype test subject failure dissapointment is what called" Raph turned around in disbelief. "None of those are a name, I knew Shredder was a jerk but this is a whole new level. Erm, how about you choose your own?" A head cock. Great, based on her 'names' she had no say in anything before. "How bout I list some and you pick what you like?"
"I have always thought Elicia to be a beautiful name" "Dad! You gotta stop sneaking up on us" Raph grumbled. "Elicia?" A tail twitch "Ali" Splinter smiled "Ali it is then. Raphael I believe the eggs might be burning" Shell. Raph whirled back to the eggs quickly turning off the burner. "Eugh yeah don't let Raph cook"
"Move over bro, I'll make the food" Raph relinquished the pan to Mikey. "You probably should, scrambled eggs don't seem to be working for me today"
"Raphael why don't you show our guest around while I have a word with your less welcoming brothers"
"Cmon Ali, I wanted to grab something from my room anyway"
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"There, you should be less cold now, yknow your furs not very insulating is it?"
Raph stepped back from helping her put on one of his extra hoodies. She seemed surprised by this gesture. Examining the hoodie with interest. "Ya like it?"
"Ali likes"
"Good, you can keep it"
Leo appeared in the doorway
"Raph...and Ali, foods done"
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#AliCat#feral Ali au#tmnt raphael#mikey tmnt#leo tmnt#tmnt 2012#donnie tmnt#my fic#tmnt fic#tmnt oc#oc#tmnt#i like turtles mkay#what else do i tag
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Cat and Mouse
"See, I was dead when I woke up this morning. And I'll be dead before the day is done." -Seven Devils, Florence and the Machine
Raphael x reader (gn)
Cause how could I not write something to go with this gifset?
Your blood had run hot as you’d shared passion in a devil’s den. Simmering beneath your flushed skin as your fingers traced his fiery veins.
Your blood now pumped cold, dread and fear following wherever you ran, leading him right to your every hiding place.
Your blood would run red upon the ground if he caught you. The betrayal rotting bitter upon his tongue. Turning hope to an acrid ash that he would choke you with.
You heard your name again, spoken with the force of expelling a deadly toxin, behind you. Again, you thought to the events taken place not hours ago.
Raphael on his knees before you, defeated. The bodies of his devilkin scattered and strewn like so many crumpled and brittle leaves. His eyes barely able to open, he made to plea for his life, no more honeyed words to try and sway you.
Your sword raised high, paused. You looked down upon the devil who had committed no trespass against you. It was your fault, this aching sundering. Your careless blundering.
“Shit.” You said, lowering your weapon. You knew time was short. Raphael would lash out, sensing weakness like a shark smells blood clouding the water.
Your companions were already jumping desperately through the portal, you saw Astarion calling for you, unable to hear beyond the steady thrumming in your ears. Your world tilted as you staggered sideways, fighting to remain conscious long enough to retrieve the health poultice from your pack.
“I won’t allow him to have you.” You wondered if he heard you, his bright eyes met yours and you knew he understood.
You threw the poultice at him, turned and staggered for the sparking doorway back to your dimension.
Your name, snarled from within the dark ruins brought you back to the present. To the situation you’d custom made for yourself. Raphael had caught your scent, try and you might to avoid the inevitable fate.
He was powerful once more, perhaps more so than last you’d seen him. You turned, unable to run further, your feet useless as blocks of ice supporting your weight. Your fingers numb upon the cold stone column you leaned against.
A plume of orange fire lit the very back of the old temple, the bright light momentarily blinding your wide eyes. You heard heavy footsteps approaching, unhurried, purposeful and intent on your destruction.
Leathery wings stretched wide, lit scarlet by the inferno. The glimmer of eyes slowly gave way to the familiar angles and ridges of a hellish face and curving horns.
Something metallic glinted in the flickering light, sat in regal splendor upon Raphael’s head.
“No.” You whispered in horror. You’d given it to Gale.
“Out of touch with reality, as ever.” Raphael’s large hand took a fistful of your hair and pulled, yanking a cry of pain from your throat. “I gave you every opportunity and you squandered it all like a petulant child.”
Your breath was ragged, the freezing air scraping through your lungs like daggers. The crown of Karsus mirrored the natural curve of Raphael’s horns, like it was tailor made just for him.
“Gale…”
“Is in pieces spread from here to Cormyr by now.” With an insulting ease, Raphael tossed you by the hair to the ground.
The air left your lungs and you gasped in vain to regain breath, struggling like a fish out of water, trying to drag yourself away from his approach.
Raphael rolled his shoulders, the bonfire far behind continuing to blaze at his command. He circled slowly, waiting for you to regain your feet, like a cat playing with an injured and frantic mouse.
“I spared you.” You hissed in pain, clutching your side as you struggled back up.
“You doomed yourself.” Raphael answered, the edge of his voice seeming to take physical form to cut your very soul.
His arm moved and something small clinked upon the ground, rolling to rest against your foot. You looked down, your lips twisting into a grimace as you recognized the health potion.
“How generous.”
“With you, my dear, I am lenient as ever.” Raphael waited for you to restore yourself, his wings folding slightly, but his posture remaining tense and ready. “Now we will finish what you started.”
#raphael bg3#post game#gale blew up I guess#raphael x reader#raphael x tav#raphael baldur's gate 3#drabble#raphael fanfic#bg3
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FEA character mini-analyses: golden deer as wonderlandians
Here is part 3 of explaining why I cast characters the way I did in FEA (my ongoing 3H/EAH crossover fic)! Part 1, about the Black Eagles, is linked here, and Part 2 on the Blue Lions is here.
So the Golden Deer are special... in that I had to make up a third category for them (since apparently Roybels were never made a real thing, thanks for nothing Poppy). I call them "the Wonderlandians" but only half of them are from Wonderland... It matters not.
Without further ado, let us begin!
Hilda as Kitty Cheshire: you can't look at Hilda Valentine Goneril and tell me she wouldn't make the perfect Cheshire Cat. Kitty excels at getting people to do what she wants them to do, and though Hilda's brand of manipulation isn't quite the same, it's close enough. She's more exuberant than sly, but she's also lazy. See? Everything balances out.
Lorenz as Lizzie Hearts: just turn up Lorenz's voice to max volume, make Riddlish his first language, and there ya go. Overbearing, arrogant, and noisy, all in one go! Replace red roses with red hearts and you've got a man. Okay, but really, Lorenz would take his destiny very seriously--and no doubt be a subject of Claude's relentless needling for it.
Marianne as Rosabella Beauty: what more needs to be said? Our sweet, animal-loving little lady + the curse of the beast = daughter of Beauty and the Beast. There is nothing more to be said.
Lysithea as Ginger Breadhouse: with such a major sweet tooth, Lysithea couldn't be anyone else's kid. Okay, she could have been Hansel or Gretel's kid, but I wanted her to have Edelgard parallels so being the daughter of a witch makes more sense. No, I couldn't include her backstory in this setting, but did I give any logical explanation as a replacement? ... Also no.
Ignatz as Bunny Blanc: Ignatz has bunny vibes. He doesn't seem anywhere as anxious as the White Rabbit, but his shyness suits the image of a rabbit. They even have the same spectacles!
Leonie as Jillian Beanstalk: Leonie has that scrappiness that makes me think of Jack, so... let's say Jeralt in this AU was a famous giant-killer...
Raphael as Tiny: first of all, Tiny deserves more appreciation, and second of all, I couldn't think of any bodybuilding fairytale characters. Raphael is genuinely such a sweet guy who just wants to live a good hearty life, and that's what I imagine the giants are like before they go all fe-fi-fo-fum.
And that, my folksies, is that! Okay, I'll admit I was even less logical with this group of castings... but can you blame me? It's the Golden Deer.
Lastly, but definitely not least: the house lords, Rhea, and other miscellaneous characters!
#fire emblem three houses#ever after high#golden deer#fe3h au#hilda valentine goneril#lorenz hellman gloucester#marianne von edmund#lysithea von ordelia#ignatz victor#leonie pinelli#raphael kirsten
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[2k12 Mikey Casey]
"Heyyy Mikey, yanno how yer my favourite Turtle."
Lies. Everyone knew Young Savage was his favourite Turtle, followed by Raphael. He dropped the act quickly,
"A'right look, I need a favour," Casey cuts to the chase, "Raph an' I were s'pposed to head out t'morrow night, but Angel's babysitter cancelled an' I can't fin' anyone last minute for Saturday night."
Look, Mikey and Angel are a lot alike, so, he's sure this will totally be okay,
"Sooo, cause yer an' Angel are well, like, the same, I was hopin' yer coul' maybe watch her t'morrow night so I aint gotta cancel on Raph?" He asks, "Yer can talk 'bout those teenager magazines yer like an' all that junk."
He has a feeling he's going to get a no. Sigh, he'll sweeten the deal,
"I'll pay for all yer Pizza's for two weeks."
Why does it feel like he's going into lifelong debt,
"What d'yer say Mikey? Think yer coul' d' me a solid?"
| Muse Interaction
Mikey was already resting on the floor with his well he guesses sort of nephew? Casey and Raph didn't treat the turtle like a pet they kind of had a more paternal thing going on Mikey noticed? Raph tended to baby this little turtle a lot compared to how he was with Spike at least. Spike was a different story had them from when they were a kid still. Savage was different, cause they came from Casey their boyfriend. Which of course Mikey had to tease his older brother over any chance he could. It was nice though, he liked Casey for Raph, pinned down Raph crash the second he first saw Raph give them a certain stare. Was a bit sad that Raph was so CLEARLY in love but choose not to say a thing. Nah Mikey figured it was due to the April stuff. But well he was happy for Donnie and April. Mikey was just waiting for the moment Casey turned his attention to Raphael finally. Oh and the moment Mikey noticed Casey started to? oh Mikey was just on pins and needles waiting for the confessions to come. They were so fucking obvious it was near maddening even!
Mikey wasn't expecting Casey to make this big display of dipping out to the woods and coming back with a turtle to ask out a turtle? Not even Mikey could follow Casey's logic. Slightly turning the little turtle over to his shell so he could rub at their plastron. Also meant Mikey got to play with the cutest little turtle ever, yeah Raph mellowed out some what for sure since Casey came around, he never would have like Mikey do this with Spike.
"Heyyy Mikey, yanno how yer my favourite Turtle."
Mikey's face fell a second normally he greeted his human friends with the widest grin his could. It was the obvious lie they were given he didn't like. "And your my favorite human. Right After Renet, April, Mr. O'Neil, Master Splinter, Leatherhead, Ice creme kitty-" Mikey went on to list just about everyone he knew even if they weren't ever human once to sort make a point. "And then you," he smiles back at Casey making it clear buttering him up wasn't going to get them very far with Mikey. "Now what do you want, I got three brothers dude ya' know how often they pull that trick? or how often I pull it even?" He moved to sit up setting Savage into his lap so to give Casey his attention.
"A'right look, I need a favour,"
"oh you want something uh? hmm see should have started with that." Mikey offers as he waits for Casey to continue on.
"Raph an' I were s'pposed to head out t'morrow night, but Angel's babysitter cancelled an' I can't fin' anyone last minute for Saturday night."
Ohh Mikey could see where this was going now, thing is he was going to outright tell Casey ya sure he help them out. He liked Angel and from the bit he has heard about her he was sure they get along just fine. Sides the lair was full of cool things to do. They had thier games, the ice creme cat. Heck Mikey was sure stuff in his own room would be up her ally, she painted Raphs nails so maybe they could do that even. But before he can have a chance to open his beak and tell Casey as much they continued on.
"Sooo, cause yer an' Angel are well, like, the same, I was hopin' yer coul' maybe watch her t'morrow night so I aint gotta cancel on Raph?"
Nha Mikey wouldn't want that either cause sure Raph would understand but then they would have to deal with Raph's mood afterwords. "Casey." He tries to cut in with they didn't need to sell him on the idea,
"Yer can talk 'bout those teenager magazines yer like an' all that junk."
OH! Mikey hadn't thought about that even! Finally someone who will willing do those with him? He always had to twist his brothers arms. Sure they all gave in at some point but it was still not meant with the ethuism Mikey would like. Tail gave a slight wage as he moved to stand up now "Casey," he tries once more to get their attention to tell them he'll do it.
"I'll pay for all yer Pizza's for two weeks."
"Casey you do-" Wait.. Pizza for two whole weeks?
"What d'yer say Mikey? Think yer coul' d' me a solid?"
Two weeks of pizza uh? only his pizza at that Mikey's positive Casey has no idea how much Mikey on his own could eat, it was his favorite after all. He lifts a hand to stroke at his chin as he hums closing his eyes and knotting up his brow as if he hard to consider this that much before giving an answer. "I mean, it is last minute luckily I was planing on staying home. New comic book day but I guess I can push the reading back." he offers a shrug of his shoulders moving to hand Savage to Casey now, sure their other dad would like to hold them even if the tiny turtle had a habit of biting Casey. "And I did find more of those magazines, new even okay well like a few months but heck I aint gonna whine be nice to have someone with good taste around the lair too for a change." aiming his stare at Casey as a way to say Casey had none. He hums once more and then dose his best to act as if hes not too excited but still good with the idea. "Fine but you best get your check book ready Casey, I do like my pizza. I'll make it easy one ya though make sure there pineapple on it at least." He smiles feeling he won. Poor Casey he really only had to ask after all. "now gone on go see Raph and get your date in order, cause if I have to deal with Raph sulking about not getting to kiss his boyfriend I'll take it out on you myself. Im sure Angel can help me make you take all those quizzes since your such a good big bro to her." he taunts a bit before pushing them away. Doing his best not to laugh at what Casey didn't know.
Besides in the end he just liked seeing them both happy and they seemed the happiest together as Raph ventured out after speaking with Leo it seemed. The way Raph's eyes lit up the second he saw Casey, the way Casey smiled at Raph in turn? Mikey just smiled. "Aww you guys are so gay!" he teases well aware of the glares hes gonna get and beating from Raph for sure
#muse| hamato michelangelo#madamkezzie#alfockoffeathers#[ rokin and heads a rollin’ aflockoffeathers]#muse interactions#ic reply#((I mean yeah it was cause he likes angel and pizza but his real reason? he supports rasey uwu))
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OK CONTINUING. baby turtles are actively mutating, lou jitsu is actively mutating into a rat, draxum is pissed and big mama is nowhere to be found. lou jitsu manages to escape back to the human world (new york city specifically) where he hides out in the sewers with the baby turtles, who he adopts as his sons. he also takes on a new name: splinter. he tries to reconnect to his hamato ancestry due to heavy emotional toll the whole Turning Into A Rat thing caused him, but its not working too well. hes also Trying to train his sons to be ninjas but that is also Not Working Too Well since he doesnt actually know what hes doing all that much. the turtles grow up completely unaware of why they were mutated, who their dad used to be and what the purpose of their family is (worth noting bc it becomes relevant: the turtles are technically hamatos by blood, since it is splinter aka hamato yoshi's dna that turned them into what they are.) either way, the show actually starts when the boys are teenagers, since, yknow, its teenage mutant ninja turtles. the eldest of the brothers, raphael (raph for short) is 15, the twins, leonardo and donatello (leo and donnie) are 14, and the baby, michelangelo (mikey), is 13. the boys have made a habit of stealing some of splinters ancient weapons and sneaking out of the sewers at night to hang out with their human friend, april, but one night Some Shit Ends Up Happening. to sum it up, they find a cat-like yokai who is running away from people working for baron draxum, their weapons all get destroyed (except donnies, bc he built it out of high-grade titanium), they find a portal to the hidden mystic city underneath new york, get new weapons that have mystic powers, fight baron draxum themselves (still completely unaware of who he is) AND end up releasing oozequitoes, ooze-carrying mosquitoes whose only purpose is to mutate humans, onto new york. the show follows a basic structure for a good while of the boys fighting off mutants who use their newfound powers for evil, but it starts getting more story and character-focused after a certain point (which i'll pick up on in another ask bc i already wrote a LOT here lol)
HELP. WHAT IF WE ACCIDENTALLY UNLEASHED OOZEQUITOES ONTO A WHOLE CITY (AND WE WERE SIBLINGS)
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