Raphael Romance Event
Last reminder: Circa one week left!
To celebrate the 1000 signatures for our Raphael petition a while 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 on tumblr and twitter 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 on tumblr, twitter (dmagedgoods) 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 much 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 on tumblr, twitter, or on Discord.
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18+ BELOW THE CUT!!
definitely not thinking about sitting on the couch, reading a book, josh laying near you. however he starts to get bored with just watching tv, so he turns to you and decides he wants you. he crawls over to you but you are so lost in your book, not noticing his movements yet. however, his hands trail up and stroke your thighs, catching your attention. you look at him, his eyes dark with lust and want.
“what are you doing, baby?” you ask. he hums and leans forward, spreading your legs a bit.
“i wanna love on you, baby. can i?”
“josh, i’m trying to read.”
“you can still read, i just want my mouth on your pretty, little, pink pussy.” his words send a shiver up your spine and you let out a shaky sigh. “can i?”
“yes joshy.” he giggles and blushes at the name before he lays flat, getting comfortable between your legs.
he takes your shorts and panties off, and by now, it was very hard to keep reading with him between your legs.
but you continue on as he kisses your inner thighs.
“i don’t wanna distract you, darling. just keep reading, okay?”
“you’re making it hard already.”
“and i’m already hard just thinking about it.”
you giggle and shake your head as he settles in, placing his lips right on your center. in the small amount of time, you had already been aroused enough, so he was absolutely a mess already.
“mm, taste so good, baby. as you always do,” he mutters against you. the sounds of him eating you out filled the room, making you even more worked up.
at this point, it was impossible to continue reading. but you tried your hardest. however, when he locked up into your hole and then up to your clit, your head lulled back, after reading the same sentence three times over.
“hm, you’re not reading anymore,” he points out, having looked up at you quickly.
“i-i cant, josh,” you moan, reaching down to grab his hair and push him further into you.
“but you can. don’t mind me, i just needed to go down on you, like i needed air.” he continues talking through it, pausing to say something dirty or suggestive.
“mm, i love the sounds you’re making. sound so sexy for me.”
“god, you’re so wet. do i make you this wet, honey?”
“gonna come for me, pretty? hm? come all over my face, yeah?”
you had made sure to put your bookmark in its place before dropping your book to the ground to focus on the beautiful man between your legs, currently licking you to orgasm like his life depended on it.
“josh, please, oh god,” you whimper, your back arching slightly, your hips grinding into his face. “‘m so close, baby.”
“yeah?” he opens his eyes and looks up at you, loving to watch the way you unravel and fall apart for him. “cum for me, baby. come on. you’re so close, i can feel it.”
he shuts up and sucks your clit into his mouth, shaking his head side to side while stimulating the bundle of nerves with his talented tongue. within seconds, your orgasm washes over you, your legs shaking as they snap around his head, keeping him in place.
josh was making noises of his own, pleasuring you was always something he enjoyed, no matter what. your whimpers and whines mix together in the otherwise silent room.
josh’s tongue laps up at your leaking hole, drinking up every last drop of your orgasm. you push his head away when the feeling gets too much, and he gets the signal immediately.
pulling away from you, his cheeks are tinted pink, lips plump and coated in your juices, his chin in the same state. his mouth was slightly agape as he tries to control his own breathing.
his beautiful brown eyes were blown wide with lust, wanting nothing more than to stay between your thighs for the rest of his life.
a smirk graces his face the moment he notices your blissed out expression.
“what happened in the chapter you were reading, huh?” he giggles, pointing to the discarded and forgotten book on the floor.
“fuck off, josh,” you chuckle, bringing him up to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on him still.
“i’d like to fuck you, now.”
“go on then, now that we know i’m not reading anymore right now.”
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Thinking tonight about Caelus, and the nature of his loss and his grief after the Everything that went down in Penacony during 2.0.
Because Acheron, Black Swan, and Misha kind of knew of Firefly, they at least met her, but they didn't like really know her, and Caelus never even got the chance to introduce her to the rest of the Astral Express Crew. The only person who would have talked to her much was Sparkle, who is. Probably not really someone Caelus is interested in grieving with skznmsks
Anyway, all this to say, I like thinking about how alone poor Caelus is in his grief, because he was the only one who knew Firefly. He's the only one really mourning her. There's no one to talk about her with. There's no stories to trade or memories to reminisce with anyone over. It's not as though he knew her for long, but still. No one else knew her at all.
And I love the thought of all of this coming bubbling up, hot and acidic and bitter, during a conversation with Sampo, who Caelus just so happens to run into in the Golden Hour. Poor Sampo is kinda blindsided, he knew shit was going down in Penacony, but yeesh. And he just. Isn't quite sure what to say about it all, because he's never really encountered this before. His feelings about the Masked Fools are...a mixed bag, but he's been a part of them for a very long time, and when you're with a close organization like that, it's hard to feel alone, in grief or otherwise.
So Sampo sits there on their little bench that the two of them have occupied, and he thinks of his old friend April, how she'd died in his arms cackling and spitting her own blood after a heist gone wrong, and how after he'd dragged himself back to the World's End Tavern they'd all held a Fool's Funeral- which is basically just a big party where everyone gets really really drunk and reminisces and toasts the dead and celebrates their life.
He still thinks about her a lot, and he remembers how the time he'd most keenly felt her absence was on Jarilo-VI, the one place where he couldn't talk about her because he couldn't say anything to give himself away as an alien. The Fools still tell stories about her every time he goes back to the Tavern. His first toast of the night is always in her name. Even now, all these years after she'd died, Sampo is still learning new things about her. He's never had to grieve her alone.
Caelus doesn't have any of that.
He might never have that. As they speak, Caelus has no proof that Firefly was even her real name, or if she dreamt with her true appearance. He might not ever find out who she even was.
And just imagining that kind of loneliness hollows out a strange little pit, right behind his sternum, deep between his ribs.
So Sampo claps Caelus' shoulder and offers him a deal. Come find him outside of the dream. He knows a guy who can get them a lot of beer for really cheap-
("Is that guy you and your five finger discounts?" "Whatever do you mean, dear friend, I don't even know the meaning of the phrase, hehee.")
-and they can hole up in a bar or a hotel room or something, and get completely shitcanned. Tell him all about Firefly, tell him everything, and he'll tell Caelus about April and everyone else he's ever lost. Sampo will carry Caelus' memories of Firefly with him, and at least this way, Caelus will be a little less alone in remembering her. And the next time they cross paths, Sampo will be the one to bring her up, and to tell her stories, and Caelus can get to be the one listening. He won't have to be the only person to talk about her anymore.
Caelus rolls his eyes when Sampo avoids another remark about sticky fingers, but...ok, yeah. That sounds good. Nice, even. Thank you. Caelus bumps his shoulder against Sampo's. Sampo bumps back.
(They find each other again the next day, and true to their word, get themselves completely and utterly shitcanned. Caelus talks more than Sampo has ever heard him; every minute detail, every word choice, Firefly's every odd little mannerism and habit. Because Caelus wants to make sure this will outlive him, that even if the Stellaron dwelling within him finally burns him to a crisp and he really does up and kick the bucket, or even, godforbid, if he forgets, he wants to make sure someone remembers her. She deserved that.)
((And it takes quite a while, after that. Caelus doesn't see Sampo again until after everything has settled down. On his last day in Penacony, he finds the guy slinking out of a seedy back alley and all but runs right into him. Sampo happily leads him to some dive bar in an even seedier back alley that Caelus has never even heard of, and Sampo raises his glass. "To Firefly! Who sounds like she probably would have hated me at first, but I would have liked to have met her anyway."
And Caelus stares at him, almost looking startled, long enough that Sampo worries that he's read him wrong and brought this up too soon. He's halfway into planning how to talk himself out of this situation when Caelus finally throws back his head back and laughs, tells him that yeah, Firefly would have politely called him out on every lie he told, and all their conversations would take twice as long with the way Sampo is so full of shit.
And he can see it, the same way he watches and sees through everyone, that Caelus' eyes have a tightness to them, his knuckles are nearly white around the handle of his mug. But he smiles. He hits his glass against Sampo's far too hard and throws it back and gets foam everywhere like he does every time they drink because the guy's about as elegant as a raging bull, but those things don't lessen the genuineness of his smile.
The grief is there, but so is the elation, and those emotions aren't a sliding scale between one or the other. It is all of both and both at once, and that's what contents Sampo enough to throw his own mug back when Caelus makes a toast of his own, "to April!!".))
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