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"I've grown quite fond of you, you know - in my way."
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What if Raphael sent Tav an embarrassing gift? Something he'd definitely find pleasure in, but Tav would be mortified to receive? xD
LOL. Thank you for sending me this one. I died writing this, had me grinning from beginning to end. x
Summary: Raphael gives Tav, his very favourite client, a generous gift after she signs his contract.
Notes: Some suggestive imagery from the devil we know and love.
Link to my other work in the Devil's Archive.
The Devil's Muse
(Image via keylana-dragon)
“I beg your indulgence. A brief word, before you depart.”
Raphael spoke in a low rumble, intending his voice for Tav but unperturbed whether or not the other companions overheard him.
Tav hesitated, her ears perking up as his voice shattered the silence. She hovered near the door of his suite in Sharess’ Caress, halfway through the threshold as she attempted to make her leave. Shadowheart, Astarion, and Karlach waited on the landing outside, the companions lingering like flies on a rotten corpse.
Raphael casually leaned against the desk, resting his hands on the smooth, rich rosewood. He lightly tapped his fingers on the surface, warming up his digits before the second performance began.
The little mouse was always the last to leave his company, lagging behind her companions. It was only for a moment, but that was long enough for Raphael to take note, keeping a detailed record after each encounter.
She tried to play coy, never giving Raphael the satisfaction of losing himself in those dark delectable eyes. He could often feel Tav’s gaze on him as soon as he turned his back to her, those eyes burning through his very body and spirit.
Despite her attempts of acting aloof, with her crossed arms and narrowed lips, she remained at the forefront of their conversations. Raphael would catch her leaning towards him, edging closer as he spoke his rhymes of wisdom and warning. Tav in turn spoke softly when she addressed Raphael, her words blunt yet voice cracking with emotion.
That confounded mortal fanned the flames of his desires the more detached she presented herself. She was becoming a nuisance; occupying every waking thought and following him freely into every dream. Raphael had an insatiable longing for carnality, his chest overflowing with passion. He had been reduced to his primal instincts, letting his lust for that woman lead his motivations instead of his ambitions for the Crown. He would need to be more cautious.
“There is one thing I wish to show you… now that the contract has been signed.”
Tav raised an eyebrow, biting her bottom lip as she watched Raphael, waiting for him to continue.
“What in the flaming Hells does he want now?” Karlach shouted, shoving her obnoxious face through the doorway. “C’mon soldier, we need to leave.”
Karlach placed a hand on Tav’s arm, trying to lure her outside. Tav remained cemented, grabbing Karlach’s hand in return.
“Hold on a minute.” Tav responded, ��let’s hear what he has to say.”
“It would be in your best interest, little mouse, if it was just the two of us.” An edge of warning in Raphael’s tone.
“Oh, go on then, devil.” Karlach sneered.
“Come now, Karlach, no need to be unpleasant. Can we not speak with civility?”
Tav regarded the situation with curiosity, her intense stare shifting around the room. Raphael could just about hear the rusted cogs turning inside of that tadpoled infested brain of hers.
Tav nodded, walking to the centre of the suite.
“Alright, Raphael. I’m not interested in any more secrets. Whatever you have to say or show can be done in front of everyone.”
Karlach stomped her way into the room, standing close behind Tav. The Tiefling's infernal engine roared, the flames in her chest growing more chaotic as she shot Raphael a scathing glance. Shadowheart and Astarion shared a few hushed words as they followed Karlach, shuffling reluctantly back inside the Devil’s Den.
“So be it, if you insist.”
Raphael snapped his fingers and a large painting sizzled into view, suspended above them. The entire party gasped in unison.
“A gift for my new treasured client.”
The painting showcased Tav reclining on a leather chaise lounge against a dark grey backdrop, her body bending with pleasure. She was draped in a red robe, the sleeves falling loosely off her slender shoulders, stopping just above the hill of her breasts. Her eyes were closed and her lips wore a savoury smile, as if she was on the cusp of release. Her dark wavy hair poured off the edge of the furniture like a waterfall.
Raphael beamed, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he savoured the painting in the very presence of his muse. He had painted Tav’s likeness from memory, hoping he would be able to do her justice by capturing her unique beauty on the canvas.
Whether Tav signed Raphael’s contract that afternoon was debatable, he would’ve delivered his gift to the little mouse regardless of the outcome.
He had worked diligently behind the scenes since their last rendezvous in the Shadow-Cursed Lands; sketching mockups, painting, re-painting, one failed canvas after another, until he successfully recreated the image that plagued his mind for what felt like an eternity.
Raphael knew it would never be perfect, he still found flaws as he stared at the painting; minor errors in the brushstrokes, a few shadows that could’ve perhaps been blended better. He only hoped it added to the charm and the little mouse would not notice.
Raphael returned his attention to his guests, immediately observing Tav. She was frozen in place, her eyes wide and fixed on the painting, as if she was hypnotised by it. There was something different to her face now, something Raphael always yearned to see from the mortal. A faint gleam in those eyes, a playful smile slowly crawling up her delicate lips the more she stared at the artwork. Had he stirred something in the little mouse? At long last?
“Perhaps, at a later time, we can admire it together, once the Crown is in my possession, yes? Until then, it will remain in my House of Hope. For safekeeping, naturally.”
“This has got to be a fucking joke, right?” Karlach shouted, getting in between Tav and Raphael. “I told you he was a creep!”
“I don’t know, it does capture her essence... in a drab, lifeless kind of way.” Shadowheart murmured, her cheeks blushing as she continued to gape at the painting.
“And here I was thinking only his poetry was questionable.” Astarion whispered, giggling like an ill-behaved schoolboy.
“I often forget how ignorant you mortals are. A pity.”
Raphael straightened his posture and kept his chin held high. He tightly clasped his hands behind his back, imagining what it would feel like to have his fingers around the companions' brittle necks, ridding them of their pitiful lives. Those foolish twits would feel his wrath in due time. Perhaps one, or two, would perish when they fought the Elder Brain. Yes, that would be most preferable.
Raphael instead approached Tav, ignoring the companions and their onslaught of criticisms. He turned to face the painting, standing beside her. Raphael could see Tav out of the corner of his eye, feeling the warmth radiating off her body as she continued to stare at the artwork.
“I never took you for a painter, Raphael.”
“I occasionally dabble in mortal amusements from time to time, when I’m feeling inclined.”
“And do you always give your clients such risqué gifts? These types of things are open to suggestions.”
“It’s an innocent gift, I assure you. But now I am most curious, what does this painting tell you?”
Raphael crossed his arms, his fingers trembling as he raised a hand to his chin, anticipating her answer.
“A promise of what could be? Maybe what more could be offered?”
“Very astute. I have been known to provide exceptional entertainment when certain deals have been met.”
Raphael tilted his head, taking an opportunity to lean towards Tav. It was a subtle gesture, but their bodies were now touching, linked together. With his arms still crossed, he removed an index finger from his lower extremity, lightly caressing Tav’s exposed forearm. The little mouse did not flinch at his touch but he saw her smile grow.
“One note though.” Tav whispered.
“Go on?”
“I think my jawline is a bit off, don’t you think?”
Raphael bit his tongue, unsure whether he wanted to incinerate the little mouse or take her by the neck and violently kiss her.
Raphael had Tav's signature but he’d only praise the occasion when that little mouse bestowed the Crown to him. Her contract didn’t amount to a hill of beans when compared to his grander schemes. Raphael would not rest until he had succeeded in his plight to unite the Nine Hells, until he faced Mephistopheles, and claimed his birthright.
Raphael had once made a promise to himself not to allow any distractions. It was too perilous, opening him up to failure and eternal punishment. But that damned little mouse found a way through his defences, crept through the cracks of what he thought was a sturdy foundation. The woman had caught Raphael in her snare. Until he held her in his arms, until she was his, she would continue to plague his dreams. Perhaps along the road to ascension, he would add Tav’s heart to his list of conquests.
“I will make sure to keep that in mind for my next piece.” Raphael noted, turning to face the rest of the party.
The silence was heavy, the awkwardness weighing on the companions. Raphael stared at each of them until they looked away, unable to handle the intense heat of his gaze without melting.
“You may take your leave. The room is getting far too crowded for my tastes.” Raphael waved the party off, walking back to his desk. He left the painting floating above him.
“Gods, I thought he’d never ask. Fucking prick.” Karlach whispered, practically sprinting out the room.
“Tav, you owe me a damned drink.” Astarion groaned.
Shadowheart had no words, but she curiously eyed the painting a final time before trailing after Astarion.
“Don’t disappoint me, little mouse. The fate of the world, our very futures, hang over your shoulders.”
Tav remained in the room, staring amorously into Raphael’s eyes. He held his breath, relishing the seconds he was allowed to devour her magnificence.
“Thank you." Tav mouthed, and quickly made her exit.
Raphael released a sigh, resting a hand on his desk to keep himself from combusting. That damned woman.
The curtain had fallen on this act, but it was not yet the finale. Change was brewing, mists of uncertainty clouding Raphael’s judgement, and for once, he was not fearful of what was to come.
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Make Raphael Romanceable
We are actually doing it, we are going to send an email to Larian and ask for a Raphael romance.
It will look like this:
Dear Larian,
firstly, we are grateful for your hard work and willingness to listen to fan feedback. Few developers are in touch with their communities, and we are very grateful for these efforts. Integrating Haarlep showed that you respected feedback received in Early Access requesting additional Raphael content. While Haarlep is dear to the community, and much appreciated, he is not the devil we know. We adore and love Raphael and it is him we urgently want to romance.
Therefore, we are writing to you in the hope that you will give us a Raphael romance, either implemented in the game or as a DLC. Most of us are willing to pay the full game price again just to have this wish fulfilled.
What we are hoping for in detail:
options to flirt with him
one or two camp scene(s) with him
at least one romance scene with him (not Haarlep)
the option to kiss him like the other companions once he's romanced
the option to spare him after the battle (no matter if romanced or not)
the option to have him as a permanent member of the group like Halsin if we work with him
his assistance in the final fight if we don't betray him
the option to visit the House of Hope without sneaking in if we sign the deal
Attached, you find posts asking for it on tumblr.com, and a petition with the signatures of fans sharing this wish.
Yours sincerely,
A big group of Raphael-enjoyers
But to make this work, I'll need to collect a few voices first.
Please, if you're interested in a Raphael romance, more content with him, or just want to help us achieve our goal:
you can sign the petition here. 💖
Also if you know ways to show this to more people, go ahead!
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Hello, I made a mod as my contribution to the Make Raphael Romanceable event.
I don't know what else to say because I don't use Tumblr unless a friend links me to specific things.
Please enjoy, thank you. 💜
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Reminder that @/dmagedgoods' petition to make Raphael romanceable is still up!
Help us gather signatures to give more weight to our request to Larian!
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“I’m not safe with you, I think.”
“You are absolutely, not.”
My Tav and Raphael. Based on a scene from Poor Things.
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Fiendish Rewards
Summary: Raphael appears at Withers' party, hoping to finally collect the Crown of Karsus from Tav. However, an unexpected turn of events causes Raphael to re-think his plans.
Notes: Featuring growing tensions and light angst. I always wondered what would happen when Raphael wore the Crown for the first time. This might be a wee bit too long but I initially intended this to be another submission for @dmagedgoods Raphael romance collection.
Link to my other work in the Devil's Archive.
(Image via raphael-ancunin)
Raphael knew he was intruding. He had no business attending Withers' party, yet he arrived fashionably late all the same. He would never show his face, grace the companions with his presence, merely to exchange pleasantries. As tempting as their tadpole-free souls were, the simple minded mortals had no meaning to him now that the Elder Brain was defeated. That evening Raphael’s only desire was to collect the Crown of Karsus. And perhaps, converse with that little mouse, if time allowed.
Thus, the Devil did what he knew best: lurked from the shadows of the wings and listened for his cue.
Raphael had abided for over a millennium after he lost the Crown to Mephistopheles, lashing out with such violent anger in the first century that he nearly eradicated an entire plane. That initial taste of defeat never left his memory; the bitterness, that rotting feeling he felt deep within his core still haunted him. It was his first introduction to failure and the last.
He eventually learned how to forge that frothing hatred for his father, his revulsion at the cursed cards he had been dealt with, into a far more superior weapon: knowledge, his greatest strength. Raphael researched, manipulated, and opened up the recesses of his mind to devour the ins-and-outs of the Hells. He painstakingly plotted, weaving his schemes into the very fabric of fate itself, planting the seeds of prosperity for what he hoped would eventually gain him a win.
Despite all Raphael had endured since the collapse of Netheril, the last 6 months had been the most excruciating. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. There was no longer an Archdevil in his path, but a mere mortal. His hunger for power grew rampant as he watched Tav continue to elude him, to harbour the final piece of his victory as she tried to reclaim what was left of her old life. That selfish creature.
To Tav’s credit, she had been quite remarkable on the battlefield, showcasing her strength and resolve as she smited enemies and climbed through the carnage to her destiny. She left a sea of corpses in her wake, the mortal rubble alone was unlike anything Raphael had ever seen. Out of all the calamities he had been fortunate enough to craft and witness, being a spectator during the fight against the Netherbrain would forever be a highlight.
When the Crown fell into the River Chionthar, Raphael eagerly watched as Tav spent weeks fishing it out, taking her precious time as she retrieved each broken piece of his future. He restlessly stormed the halls of his domain, cursing the woman for attempting such an arduous task alone. He could have aided her, sent in Korrilla as a last resort, but he refused. He would not give Tav the satisfaction, she would have to work just a little more to complete her end of the bargain. Besides, there was something endearing about watching Tav work so diligently, the determination in those eyes reminded Raphael of himself.
The little mouse was Raphael’s greatest investment and he’d be damned if she failed him now, or if he let his sudden affinity for her overtake his true purpose. Raphael’s ambitions for the Crown had somehow intertwined with his infatuation for the woman, and he was just as much to blame.
He had let this farce go on for long enough. Raphael would not stoop so low in his final moments before he rose to glory. Once Tav crowned him, these foolish emotions would cease and he would continue with his grand plan. He was a Devil and he would not let these cursed mortal emotions falter his intentions any longer; he would never allow anything, anyone, to destroy his work. Raphael’s blood, sweat, and tears would not be in vain.
Cheering suddenly came from the camp as Tav and her companions raised their chalices in celebration. Withers' speech had finally ended, much to Raphael’s delight. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could’ve listened to the monotonous dribble. The monologue was indeed rousing, but Raphael could’ve done better, if given the opportunity.
One by one, the group of heroes slowly disbanded, until only Tav remained. She made her way around the camp, stopping by each empty tent. It was as if the little mouse was paying her respects, bidding farewell to the ghosts of her past.
When Tav was done she wandered to the lakefront and sat down on a mossy rock, staring into the sparkling evening sky. The light in her own eyes vanished, leaving a dark cloud looming above her.
Raphael took that as his signal. He quietly removed himself from the cover of the treeline and began his entrance, approaching Tav with a swagger.
“If it isn’t the hero of Baldur’s Gate. My, how far we’ve come! It feels like only yesterday you fell from the skies, tadpole and all, and began your little adventure; slowly scurrying your way to triumph.”
Tav smiled at the sound of Raphael’s voice, turning to greet him. They locked eyes, her expression brightening. That look pierced through Raphael’s defences with such ease, a slight chill crawling up from the base of his spine. He stopped in his tracks, quickly recovering by placing a hand on his hip. It had been too long since they were alone, when he had last gazed into those cursed eyes. Careful now.
“Raphael, always the poet.”
“The little mouse is no longer, but now a ferocious lion. Congratulations are in order.”
Raphael gifted Tav with his most flourishing bow, hoping the gesture would distract from his earlier misstep.
“Now do tell, how does it feel to be the victor? To have saved the world? Is it as the bards have sung?” Raphael rose, taking another step towards Tav.
Tav merely shrugged, her lips quickly returning to a frown.
“Dunno.”
“I would have thought a hero to be more eloquent.”
“I'm still waiting for that ‘ah-ha!’ moment, but if we’re being honest tonight, I’m not really sure what it means to be a hero.”
“You will come to understand eventually. It’s the very nature of your existence.”
Tav remained silent, pulling her eyes away from Raphael. She stared down at her hands, studying her scarred palms.
“May I?” Raphael inquired, gesturing towards the available space on the rock.
Tav nodded and Raphael sat himself beside her, intentionally leaving a minimal amount of space between them.
“You have something that belongs to me.”
“There it is,” Tav said, through a faint laugh, “You know, I was expecting you to come sooner.”
“I’ve often found the best persuasions are the ones that aren't forced.”
Tav looked up at Raphael, her eyes moving over every inch of his guise, stopping briefly near his lips. He was close now, so close. To the Crown. To his objectives. And to that damned woman.
“May I see the Crown, please?”
Tav smiled, moving towards Raphael. For a split second, Raphael expected a kiss. It was only natural for mortals to attempt such a distraction in times of distress. Infuriating as it was, he wouldn’t have been opposed to such a notion. Tav instead reached down for her backpack lying in the sand, placing it on her lap.
She pulled open the straps and yanked out the Crown, handling it as if it was but a petty trinket. Raphael suppressed a sigh, he would not let the significance of this moment be soiled due to the mortal’s lack of formality.
“I managed to reforge it, to the best of my abilities, thanks to the Annals of Karsus. Though I haven't tried it on yet to see if it worked.”
“A wise choice.”
Tav held the Crown out towards Raphael, but he raised his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the Crown floated out of Tav’s grasp, slowly moving towards him. It was just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more so. It glistened under the moonlight, calling to him. Soon. Very soon. He let the Crown hover, spinning delicately, for a few more seconds.
“Do you need me to remind you of our terms? The deal was that you are to crown me. I would’ve come to you long ago if I could simply put it on myself.”
“Gods. Really, Raphael?”
“Truly.” Raphael donned his notorious smirk in response.
“Fine, are we to do this here then?”
“I couldn't think of a more fitting location.”
Raphael rose, walking towards the middle of the lakefront. He snapped his fingers, and a luscious red silk pillow appeared. He shifted it slightly in the sand and bent a knee, preparing himself for the crowning.
“Come, it is time.”
Tav stood intending to grab the Crown, but before she could reach it, Raphael beckoned it towards him. Tav quickly followed, positioning herself above Raphael. He raised his head to gaze at the magnificent sight in front of him. The moonlight framed Tav perfectly, she was silhouetted against the dark sky, glowing. The Crown and the little mouse, side-by-side, as it was always destined to be.
Raphael took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He absorbed the scents and sounds around him; earthy tones, a hint of wetness, mixed with the fresh woodland air. Faint chirping from various insects called out to him, the leaves rustled slightly against the warm summer wind. His heartbeat intensified, growing more rapid, adding an extra drum beat to the night’s symphony.
“Let’s get on with it then.” Tav spoke.
Raphael opened his eyes and watched Tav grab the Crown, lowering it on top of his head.
When the Crown touched his forehead, it reformed itself to accommodate his size, shrinking to provide a snugger fit. It hissed into place and then in an instant, everything changed.
Pain, pleasure, fear, anger, confusion; every possible emotion tore through his very being. He was ripped in two, three, four… millions of tiny little pieces. His head throbbed with information, so many secrets, so much… he saw and felt everything, what could’ve been, what might come to pass… it was too much. Too much! Too fast!
He fell forwards, his hands digging, ripping through sand. He was alone, always alone, darkness surrounded him. No. There was light, light flooded in from the top of his skull, projecting into every possible direction. He was the light. He was the dark. He was all-encompassing.
Raphael screamed, his voice echoing into the abyss around him. He had never read about such a reaction, in all his years of researching, how could he have missed… could it be because… NO. He will tame this. He will persist. He will…
The sand beneath Raphael turned to liquid as the newfound power continued to surge through his limbs, burning his veins. He tore at his own flesh and bones to rid himself of the agony, but it wouldn’t come to an end.
“Raphael!” He heard a voice shout, such a familiar tune. But who? He couldn’t quite place it.
Raphael erupted, his devilish wings tearing through the skin in his back. There were flames all around him, growing hotter, thicker. His chest melted, his ears ached from the thunderous explosions. Whispers, whispers everywhere. He heard so many, and the cries, the screams. Would they never cease?
Something tore at his head, pulling the Crown away from him. The Crown. NO! He cannot lose it again. Raphael raised his hands attempting to fight back, but he was grasping at nothing. It was over as fast as it had begun. There was now silence.
Raphael’s vision cleared. He was on his back, looking up at the stars. Tav stood over him, holding the Crown in her hands. She eyed him with concern, tears flooding down her cheeks. He raised his own hands, his claws trembling. Raphael tried to think but his mind was vacant, every thought achingly bounced back. His skin burned, bones ached. There were deep lacerations all over his body, his own hands were covered in blood. He gasped, looking at Tav’s body but found no abrasions. He let out a disgruntled sigh. If he had harmed her in his rage, in those brief seconds of failure… would he ever forgive himself?
Tav threw the Crown aside and helped Raphael to his feet. His eyes followed the artefact as it landed on top of the sand, taunting him still. How?
As if reading Raphael’s mind, Withers' voice cut through the silence as he appeared before them.
“Thou hast succeeded but are not yet ready. Take care that thou are not too hasty, thine pursuits will lead to plights.” There was a long pause as Withers continued staring at Raphael, looking straight through him. He met Withers’ expressionless gaze, waiting for him to continue. “The pattern has been woven and all circumstances interlaced are as fate decided.”
Raphael never imagined the consequences of his premature investiture. He was always going to reforge the Crown himself, in his own image. How could he possibly trust a mortal to handle such a relic successfully? But in the heat of the moment, and in the fine print of the very deal he crafted, he had opened himself up to carelessness, becoming the very thing he despised.
His eyes darted to Tav, searching the woman for any excuse against his actions but he could only look at her with veneration. He would not blame her for everything. His vanity, eagerness… his obsession for the Crown and that cursed woman nearly brought him to his untimely demise. Let this be a lesson to Raphael to heed his own warnings. The Devil would need to cool his heels in preparation for the battles looming ahead.
Raphael turned to face Withers, but the curious being had vanished. Instead he hummed thoughtfully, looking at Tav.
She stood next to him, her body trembling. Tav's eyes were fixed on Raphael, still full of worry but there was something else present, another emotion he thought he’d never see from a mortal again.
Tav’s expression sent a sudden stabbing pain through his chest as a wave of nostalgia washed over him. There was another mortal who had once looked at him with the same kindness and understanding. He had buried it deep within his subconscious, but it was rising back to the surface, like a blooming flower. He would NOT allow himself anymore turmoil this evening.
“I owe you my thanks.” Raphael whispered, his voice on the verge of cracking.
“Raphael, I don’t understand, you were nea…”
“If you value your life, you will hold your tongue. There will be no talk of this moment again. Ever. Have I made myself clear?”
Tav’s eyes widened at his sudden change of tone, but she nodded nonetheless.
“I must return to my House of Hope. For healing and reflection. There is work yet to be done, as you have borne witness to this evening.” Raphael snapped his fingers, a raging portal materialised behind him. “You may join me, if you so wish.”
Raphael extended his arm, welcoming her acceptance.
“Would you consider our deal completed then?” Tav asked, apprehensively.
“You have upheld your end of the agreement, exceptionally well, might I add, bar this evening's hiccup. Now please, let me show you my appreciation.”
A dash of colour appeared on Tav’s cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears. She grabbed her backpack, placing the Crown inside. She swiftly reached for Raphael’s hand, squeezing it tightly. Raphael nodded in acknowledgment and led Tav through the portal.
Indeed, their deal was complete, but Raphael wasn’t done with Tav yet. She would continue to prove a valuable ally and more in the months to come.
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Raphael Nation Rejoice!
1000 signatures for our beloved cambion!
Let's celebrate and also show Larian how much we adore Raphael and want this romance!
I thought of a little event that may help our request and if not, it will at least show our appreciation for our favorite devil. 😌
Until the 31st of May, create an artwork, edit or little scene/story of something you'd like to see in a Raphael romance, something you are comfortable showing to Larian.
Rules [updated]:
The piece must include your Tav, Dark Urge or OC of choice and Raphael (not Haarlep alone, though of course, Haarlep can be part of it).
Not more than 1500 words of writing.
No NSFW, no gore.
No dead dove topics, no insults.
No AI-created writing or art.
Post it with the tag makeraphaelromanceable and at me in it (dmagedgoods) so I don't miss it or just send it to me directly.
The last day to send your entry is May 31, 2024.
I will make a google doc with our collected pieces and send it to Larian via the known channels I used for the petition too.
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900 Signatures for our Raphael romance petition after the amazing Streamily interview with Mr. Wincott. 🎉 Thank you all so very much. What do you think, can we make it to 1000? 👀
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Our Raphael Romance Petition Is Sent
The deed is done, it is out of my hands. Larian received the letter in their forum, via mail, and in their discord server. Now it's all up to them.
It has been an honor to put this together for our amazing Raphael fandom. Thank you again for signing and passionately sharing the petition, for your feedback and information, and for your help and enthusiasm. 💕
I'm adding the letter the way I posted/sent it. Or you can see it in the Larian Forum here.
"Dear Larian,
thank you for your hard work and willingness to listen to fan feedback. Few developers are in touch with their communities, and we are very grateful for these efforts.
Integrating Haarlep showed that you considered feedback received in Early Access requesting additional Raphael content, and while Haarlep is dear to the community and much appreciated, he is not the devil we know.
We adore and love Raphael and he has a very active, enthusiastic fandom and it is him we urgently want to romance.
Therefore, we are writing to you in the hope that you will give us a Raphael romance and some additional content, either implemented in the game or as a DLC. Most of us are willing to pay the full game price again to see this romance happen.
The core of the Raphael fandom even signed a petition for you to see that it's the wish of many. (We are at 420 signatures at the time I'm sending this.)
You can find it here: Our Petition
What we are hoping for in detail:
Added content in general:
the option to spare him after the battle (no matter if romanced or not)
the option to have him as a permanent member of the group like Halsin if we work with him
his assistance in the final fight if we don’t betray him
the option to visit the House of Hope without sneaking in if we sign the deal
the dinner he promised us
his appearance during the epilogue party
Romance specific:
options to flirt with Raphael
one or two camp scene(s) with him
at least one romance scene with him (not Haarlep)
the option to kiss him like the other companions once he’s romanced
Thank you for taking the time to read and consider our ideas.
Yours sincerely,
Sphinx
in the name of
a big group of Raphael-enjoyers"
#larian#larian studios#baldur's gate#baldurs gate#bg3#baldur's gate 3#raphael#raphael bg3#bg3 raphael#raphael the cambion#makeraphaelromanceable#dmagedramblings
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Raphael Romance Event
Reminder: To celebrate the 1000 signatures for our Raphael petition some weeks ago, there will be the Raphael Romance Event.
WHAT IS THE TASK?
Create a romance scene/moment between Raphael and your Tav/Dark Urge/OC of choice.
It doesn't have to be romantic in the very sense of the word. Of course, it can be, but there are many options. Make it sappy or make it bitter, make it happy or sad, sweet or heavy, a bit spicy or very vague, make it a cocky exchange, something dark and threatening, anything that works for you. Is he only toying with the MC? Manipulating them? Struggling with genuine feelings? Showing a softer side? Something else entirely? It's up to you!
Once I have gathered the submissions, I will make a google doc with our collected pieces and send it to Larian via the known channels I used for the petition too, showing them how much we love that devil, thanking them for giving him to us and maybe inspire them, who knows.
I will also post it here on tumblr for anyone to enjoy. 💕
UNTIL WHEN?
The last day to post it or to send it my way is May 31, 2024.
HOW DO I SUBMIT SOMETHING?
By posting it on tumblr, using the tag makeraphaelromanceable and tagging me, or by sending it to me directly, either here on tumblr or straight to my Discord account.
WHAT FORMS OF SUBMISSION ARE ALLOWED?
stories (around 1500 words maximum, please not much more to not overwhelm them with text)
paintings, drawings
comics (not more than an A4 page of content)
edits (not more than an A4 page of content)
videos made from in-game material or using mods
WHAT ARE THE RULES?
The piece must include your Tav, Dark Urge, or OC of choice and Raphael (not Haarlep alone, though of course, Haarlep can be part of it).
Originally, I said one submission per person but I think we won't be too many to handle the material, so you can submit a second piece if you can't decide.
It doesn't matter if you already posted or published your submission anywhere else or how old it is.
Not more than 1500 words of writing.
Not more than an A4 page of content for comics and edits; I know this is vague, I don't want to limit things too much but I also try to keep things balanced.
No NSFW, no gore.
No dead dove topics, no insults.
No AI-created writing or art.
Post it with the tag makeraphaelromanceable and at me in it (dmagedgoods) so I don’t miss it or just send it to me directly here on tumblr or on Discord.
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#raphael#bg3 raphael#raphael bg3#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#haarlep#larian#larian studios#makeraphaelromanceable
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"I believe celebrations are in order, little mouse."
For 666 signatures on our petition! Or 705 by now, but I promised to make a little artwork when we reach the 666. 💖
#raphael#raphael bg3#bg3 raphael#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#bg3#my art#dmagedart#larian#larian studios#bg3 spoilers#makeraphaelromanceable
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666 signatures, there they are. 🔥 I'm so happy.
I had to tease Larian back on Twitter.
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WE MADE IT TO 300 SIGNATURES FOR THE RAPHAEL ROMANCE PETITION!!
That's a convincing number, I'm so happy. Thank you all for the amazing work!
But of course, we still have time and keep gathering for around 2 more weeks. Keep sharing, keep signing, the more signatures the better after all. ❤
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Tomorrow, I will send the letter to Larian.
Use this last chance to help and sign our petition for added Raphael content. ❤
Also, please make sure to confirm your email address after you signed or your vote may not be counted. A few people told me that it was necessary, some said it wasn't for them, but better check because for some reason the page doesn't remind you of it in either case.
Wish us luck, we did our best, and I'm so happy about all the great people in the Raphael fandom!
#makeraphaelromanceable#raphael bg3#bg3 raphael#raphael#baldur's gate 3#haarlep#bg3#dmagedramblings#baldur's gate
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When I made this petition, I would never have thought I'd see the 666 happen. Now we're terribly close.
The video really made it more famous and I think after this post by Larian, we can assume that we're being seen. 😂
666 and I'll make a little post teasing them back about patch 6.6.6.
#raphael#raphael bg3#bg3 raphael#haarlep#larian#bg3#bg3 spoilers#makeraphaelromanceable#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3
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