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starlettechild · 4 months
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𝔏𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔯𝔢 à é𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔢
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CONTENT: Raphael x Aasimar!Tav. Even while Raphael is an infernal being, he still has an admiration for divine creatures. The human within him worships them in his darkest moments. He’s become an unholy acolyte, especially for one angel in particular.
⚠️TWs⚠️: Religious(dnd) dynamics, obsessive behavior, religious(dnd) themes. Act 2 and slightly 3 spoilers!!
A/N: Reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The aasimar in this version of the story is moralistic, but I’m considering making an opposite version of this for fun. Also, Raphael is 100% a bard. It’s just in him to want to follow something, and what better way to do that than to become a follower of Tav?
“And if the devil was to ever meet you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” - Farouq Jwaydeh
The human blood that courses through Raphael has always longed to make itself known. Those pathetic mortal urges that sometimes fleet across his mind had always made him grimace. He would never admit it, but it was his human side that fueled his campaign against his father. The longing for justice and revenge was a mortal urge. Surely, it’s his human side now that makes him give into such a strange thing. Worship. Devotion.
He would never partake in such weak things in his home. Not with peering eyes that always turn to him. His home wasn’t even a home. It was a stage - one he constantly ruled. Putting on his best shoes and displays. His best lies and smiles. No.. he needed somewhere different. Quiet and somewhere only he would be. With the shadow-cursed lands clearing and the adventurers on the way to Baldurs Gate, it’s a perfect place for such secrecy. The lingering darkness provides him with comfort, and the sights of corrupt corpses would scare off any wanderers headed towards this treeline, no? Only the shadows would see, and even they slither away from him in fear.
There was something about Tav that racked and shook the shelves of his mind. An unspoken part of him that wanted to bow in the face of holiness, but another part that wanted to laugh in it. A battle between his two different lineages. But of course, with each heroic deed from them and each glimpse of those great white wings of theirs the battle within was coming to a conclusion. The blows from his human blood began to overpower everything else. His secret wants and admirations were pushed in front of him each day. It became hard to work and manipulate, with such wants unsatisfied. Like a spoiled child his human half demanded to be obeyed, and finally, he gave in.
Deep within the shadowlands is the statue he carved of them in stone. Great wings extended from their back and their hands beaconing forth the weary and weak. In his artistry, he had spent days trying to perfect each finger and feature. Sometimes, destroying the whole thing in a fit of rage and frustration, but then kneeling in-front of the ruins in shame. The last thing he wanted was for such a holy being to be ruined. He wanted them to be perfect. His own deity. A private religion that consisted of only him. Their most loyal acolyte. A flurry of snow begins to fall from the dark sky, frost creeping up the long-dead wood of trees. The flakes slowly make themselves home on his statue of Tav, and apart of him becomes jealous. Small and pure things worthy of touching the statue he made of them. But he isn’t. Even while sculpting them, the thought of ruining Tav with his unholy hands disgusted him, and he had to wear gloves. The replica of his private deity looks astonishing in this wintery mix, despite his personal feelings of the snow. While it decorates them like jewelry, it sizzles off of his skin. Another reminder of the divide between him and them. The holy, and the unholy.
He kneels in the thin and growing blanket of snow in-front of the statue, bowing his head and shutting his eyes. In his mine, he thinks of every curve and edge of them before him. How would they look down upon him? For they could not even gaze at him in their meetings, desperate for separation once more. Perhaps this is Raphaels way of earning just one glance or nod from them. Repenting in-front of an idol of them. He conjures their judgement. Those wings and those eyes that will finally meet his own, and see him as the man - not the devil. They are the only person he wishes to be truly seen by. Every fiendish instinct is shoved down in their overwhelming presence, leaving only the bare and utterly human Raphael. Would they look then, if he spilt his own hellish blood at the idols feet? Would they forgive him for his limitless sins if he spent hours before the idol, his head bowed in shame? How many nights of repentance must he go through, until he finally thinks himself worthy to run his bare hands along the stone image of them? Perhaps centuries, till he thinks himself worthy to press his lips against the stone. But he’ll never be worthy of the real thing, because he bows in-front of them, only to sin again when the daylight comes.
He does not know how much time passes as he sits there kneeling in-front of the statue of Tav. The snow has piled up around him, the heat that radiates from him no match for the furious cold. When he opens his eyes, it has blanketed around Tav, amounts of it still clinging on top of them. He rises, and a bare hand reaches out to brush some off, only to end up being lowered.
For these unholy hands will stain his angel, and if he were to touch them, he’d have to bow and repent again.
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sanguinsin · 5 months
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Caedes, my good Aasimar pally durge deciding if she wants to help Gale or eat his hand. But she's trying to be good. She's all full on murder.
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halluciniwaynia · 5 months
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i think the funniest bg3 drama that nobody’s talked about is that the creators of the two most popular custom race aasimar mods fucking hate each other and accuse each other of stealing code constantly over what was basically a friend beef before
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bloodlessdeity · 20 days
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truth sworn, honor bound.
please do not steal, or use elsewhere, thank you! 🩷
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fuckitwebhaal · 8 months
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might i present you all with rasmus morningstar - aasimar and sword of Lathander? he/him - paladin+cleric - finally not a durge ❤️
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a-decoy-soul · 5 months
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Sirius
My aasimar durge!
Hes a paladin/druid (wacky classing but it fits him)
Oath of Vengeance and Circle of Stars
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moriphile · 26 days
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My... My boy...
He's J from my earlier post I play him in my BG3 game lol. Got a baller aasimar mod for him. His eyes are wrong but I couldn't get them right so whatevur.
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(I'm back to BG3 if that's not obvious. Astarion was calling to me,)
Also technically he should have 3 pairs of wings but dgsfej yeah a mod for that doesn't exist.
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adalwolfgang · 3 months
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🕊️Ophelia🕊️
(Finally learned how to use mods)
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ladysiryna · 7 months
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The Nightsong is no more.
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snarkspawn · 5 months
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nightsong
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mooreaux · 5 months
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Huevember day 20 with Dame Aylin… or should I say daaaaammn Aylin 👀
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bugcowboyart · 8 months
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Is she.. y’know… a Selunite? 💅
Bonus Live Shadowheart Reaction:
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Canon fact: her hand actually only hurts if she thinks about kissing girls
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sanguinsin · 5 months
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She decided to not eat Gale but she might later. I haven't decided who to pair her with yet. Also Idk what's up with her reaction but it's very hilarious. lol Also...Gale looking like a snack
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astrariums · 3 months
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coltonclay · 9 months
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It’s part of how I accidentally screwed up act 1 to an insane degree, but I’ve never had Gale in my party to where I’ve had to use him in combat. This unintentionally made him the funniest bitch in the game. He’s some bum that just hangs out in my camp lamenting about his ex, talking about how much he loves his cat, and asking for very expensive items with no material benefit to the team. World’s most unemployed man.
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fuckitwebhaal · 8 months
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lots of fun screenshots from act 1 tonight with bedivere :)
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