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unreadpoppy · 4 months
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Family Portrait
Raphael x Gwen
Summary: Raphael decides it's time to have a paiting depicting all the members of his family. Sibling shennanigans ensue.
A/N:  Ok, this is most likely the last thing I’ll write in this AU(which i'm calling the betrayer AU) bc I want to write about Gwen actually being Tav. Also, for the sake of this, imagine that bc of the crown, Raphael’s immediate family (wife + children and himself) are immortal. 
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The walls of the Raphael household were mostly decorated with portraits of himself. Over time, he had commissioned more paitings, bu now, some included other familiar faces.
In his bedroom, there was quite a large painting of himself alongside his wife, Gwendolyn, both dresses as they did on their wedding day. Around that were eight small individual portraits of each of their children when they were young.
Gwendolyn and Raphael’s offspring were all tieflings, whose skin tones varied amongst reds and pinks, although their youngest, Mydul, had a more purple-ish color, much like his grandmother. Some had blue eyes, red eyes, the same eyes of his father and a few had mismatched ones. Their hair varied through different shades of purple and black, and all were graced with four horns. 
Now that all of them were older, Raphael decided it was time for a family portrait. He commissioned his most prestigious artist and he sent a message to his children, all spread across the realms, who were quick to answer to their father’s call. 
Soon, the whole family was in the throne room, Raphael and Gwendolyn sat on their seats, him wearing the crown and her wearing the tiara. Some of their offspring were standing while others had arranged a loveseat to sit upon. 
The place was silent, the only sound heard was of the brushstrokes of the artist. Only a few minutes had passed when one of their sons voiced his displeasure. 
“This is extremely boring.” Aldric huffed. “I had to cancel one of my parties to just…stand here and do nothing.” Out of all his siblings, Aldric was the most extroverted, often spending his time in social events, charming and fooling poor mortals too entranced by his lavish looks. 
His older brother, Basil, and his sister, Tyria, exchanged looks. The two of them were always more inclined towards warring and fighting and although Tyria was a good dancer, neither of them were particularly fond of spending the time they could be training, on senseless parties. 
Basil chuckled. “It seems that the little prince would rather be inside another random woman than be with his family.” 
Aldric shot him an angry look. Although it was true that he liked to whore around, he’d rather not have their parents know of that. 
“Basil!” Gwendolyn cried out. “Do not be crude.” She could feel that it would be a long day. 
“Apologies, mother.” He said and shut up. 
The quietness didn’t last long, and soon, Myrdul spoke. “Father, how long will this take?” 
The youngest of the eight, Myrdul spent most of his time in the Prime Material Plane, having become an adventurer, just like his mother once was. Wasting an afternoon of this was not his idea of fun. 
“It will take as long as it needs to.” Natahlia, the oldest, replied. She stood in between their parent’s seats, one hand on Raphael’s shoulder. He didn’t reply, simply nodding at his daughter’s words. He had raised her well. 
“Fret not, brother, you’re not the only one suffering.” Mathilda spoke up. Of all of Raphael’s daughters, she was considered to be the most beautiful by the other lords of his court, which is why, often, Mathilda would spy on them, play niceties while gaining information to pass on to her father. 
“Mathilda, I know very well that your schedule was cleared for the day.” Gwendolyn spoke. Her daughter turned to look at her. 
“Pardon me, mother, but this is very tiring.” She sighed. “Spending hours sitting or standing still, doing nothing.” Mathilda looked over to her two of her siblings, Kyron and Brynn, who were sitting next to each other. “In fact, I think the only ones here enjoying themselves are the resident bookworms.” 
It was true that Brynn was the shyest of the family, spending most of her time in her father’s library, and while Kyron did well during social gatherings, he much preferred the peace and quiet of reading a book. 
Kyron rolled his eyes in annoyance. “It’s not my fault you’d rather be throwing yourself at every lord you see.” He snapped at his sister. 
Mathilda stood up, angry. “How dare you?! I do it for father!”
“Both of you stop acting like small children!” Natahlia said. “Mathilda, sit down, and Kyron, keep it to yourself.” 
“And why can you boss us around? Just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean anything.” Mathilda challenged. 
Natahlia crossed her arms and was about to reply when -
“All of you, shut up!” Brynn, who was usually as quiet as a mouse, stood up and shouted. “Stop whining and complaining. By the Nine Hells, no one is going to die because you spent a few hours of your oh so precious day with your family!” She then addressed her parents. “Forgive me, father, mother.” 
Gwendolyn smiled at her. “You have done well, Brynn.” She then turned her attention to the rest of her children. “You’ve all heard your sister. Enjoy moments like this, when we are all together. You never know when you can lose it all.” 
All, except for Raphael, looked down, almost ashamed. They settled down back to their places. 
Finally, the Archdevil Supreme spoke. “Do not forget we still have dinner after this. I have raised all of you better than this, and I expect good behavior.” 
A series of grunts and “yes, father” was heard. Gwendolyn chuckled and held her husband’s hand. Casting Message, she whispered to him. “Despite everything, I’m proud of them. Of how well they turned out.” 
Raphael looked at her and replied. “I am too.” 
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heyitsjaki · 2 months
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Pictured: Gale rolling a nat 1 on his insight check
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louhinks · 5 months
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where'd that horse girl lae'zel truther post go
edit: a sequel has manifested
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kikicolors · 4 months
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druid gf
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everchased · 6 months
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hahahahaaaa get safe and cared for, idiot
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cocomochicakes · 4 months
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My friend just started playing BG3 and he made this character I'm-
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And yes, he's a Bard.
UPDATE: I thought this came from a friend in AUS as I was sent this in Discord in our mutual server but it was actually from @trustisearned!
(See post below)
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Three dads wishing their daughter good luck at her Catholic school final exams.
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weatherbane · 6 months
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halsin: -mermaid hair flip- everyone else: pathetic bleating
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charybdiscreations · 2 months
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They never give you an option to name the cub but in my heart this is Absolute-ly (haha) canon.
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Create cool summer treats for your vampire with this one neat trick
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feyflorist · 8 months
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average Astarion interaction
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unreadpoppy · 5 months
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song as old as rhyme - Epilogue
{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}
chapter 21
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A/N: Here it is, the epilogue, at long last the story concludes. Thank you all who time to read it, who left comments or likes/kudos, you guys are the best 🩷
Taglist: @littlemoondarling
@desenhosdebolso
@shyminnie07
@lemonandhoneytea
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Three years had passed since Elize decided to stay with Raphael, now free of any contract. The two of them had come a long way, with the occasional ups and downs, but now their relationship was stable. 
The two of them had gotten into a routine. They’d wake up and eat together, Raphael would go out to do his business, while Elize stayed in the House of Hope, reading or playing with Mol. Sometimes she would go visit her Father, but mostly, she preferred staying home, always finding some way to entertain herself. When he’d come back, they’d talk and eat. Some days, they’d retire to bed and sleep. On others, the nightly activities were more…exciting. 
Anyways, they were happy and Elize couldn’t ask for more. 
Which is why she found it quite strange that in the past few days, Raphael seemed to avoid her like the plague. 
He’d spend more and more time away, and when they met up, he wouldn’t talk much. Elize was starting to worry that something might have happened but she decided to keep quiet for now. She would try asking the others if they knew anything and then she’d speak to him .[
Meanwhile, Raphael was more stressed than he should be about this. 
Three lovely years had passed and he figured it was time to take the next logical step in their relationship. 
Marriage. 
Raphael was ready to officially make Elize the Lady of his house. He’d even gone as far as to pick out a ring, but for some reason, he could not work up the courage to ask her. 
Every time he’d go back home, ready to pop the question, all it took was for her to smile at him and suddenly, Raphael couldn’t do it. For a moment he even thought he was going sick again. 
Now, after telling all this to Haarlep, the incubus stared at him for a moment and then laughed. 
“Oh, hells, this is too good to be true.” They said, clutching their belly.
“Mind your manners, Haarlep, before I send you back to the hole you came out from.” Raphael warned, brows furrowed. 
“I apologize, master.” By the tone in their voice, it was clear they were not being genuine about it. “It’s just too much fun to hear the great Raphael nervous about asking for his woman’s hand in marriage.” 
Raphael sighed, putting a hand on his face. “I’m not nervous, I’m just…unsure.” He paced around the room. “I have never thought about this before, and much less about doing it with a human.” He paused. “I…I don’t know what to do.” He admitted. One of the biggest influences Elize had had on Raphael was that now, he was more open about his feelings. 
Haarlep suppressed a chuckle and said. “Maybe, you could ask for advice from her father. He could give you some insight.” 
“Hmm…you might have a point.” Raphael said. “Besides, humans do have that tradition of asking the father for the blessing.” Before he snapped away, Raphael looked at Haarlep, and with a pained face said. “Thank you, Haarlep.” 
Elize had thought to first ask either Haarlep or Korilla about what was going on with Raphael, but none of them were present at the moment, and so she decided to ask the only one left.
“Mol, have you seen Raphael as of late?” Elize asked. 
The tiefling shrugged. “Sure. Why?” 
“It’s just…I think he’s acting strange, but I don’t know why.” 
“Oh yeah, the boss’s very nervous, but that’s because he’s going to-” She stopped herself before finishing the sentence. 
Elize frowned. “What is he going to do? Why is he nervous?”
“Nothing, he’s not going to do anything, I was just..ah… thinking about Haarlep.” Although Mol was a good liar, she had misstepped, and Elize had caught on. 
“Mol…”
“Oh look, I swear I just heard Korilla calling me.” The tiefling turned around, pretending to have heard something. “I should better get going, bye.” 
“Mol!” The girl had run away, too late for Elize to try and catch up, but now she was curious. 
What was Raphael up to?
“What are you doing here?” Audifax asked, when he answered the door and Raphael was on the other side. 
“Will you not welcome me inside?” Raphael said, a smirk on his face. “After all, you own this lovely home to me.” After Elize had somewhat mended her relationship with Audifax, he decided to leave their village for good and go live in Baldur’s Gate. 
In his grand generosity, and after Elize asked for it, Raphael lended some money for the old man to buy himself a place to stay. 
Audifax sighed and let the devil in. “If you’re tying to get me into some trick again I should want you that-”
“I’m not here to do any of that, old man.” Raphael interrupted him.  “I’m here to ask for some…advice.” 
“What kind of advice?” He eyed the cambion suspiciously. 
Raphael sighed and reached into the pocket of his clothes, retrieving a ring, with a big ruby on it. “I have been meaning to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” He gave the man the ring. “But for some reason…I have been finding it difficult. I was told that maybe you could give me some help.” He sighed. “Besides, it would be good if you could give me your…blessing.”
Audifax inspected the ring and then looked back at Raphael. “Well, you have no objections from me. I know how good you do to Elize, and how…happy you make her.” Audifax let out the part that he also wouldn’t dream about defying a devil again. 
Raphael nodded. “Thank you.” 
“And if I can give you any advice, it would be to just do it. Rip it off like a bandage. The more you prolonge this, the more nervous you’ll get and it will start to affect her.” Audifax chuckled. “I think that’s why she was asking me about you the other day.” 
“What?” 
“She came here, asking if I knew anything, because you were acting strange and avoiding her.” Audifax confessed. “So go ask the damn question before Elize has enough of you.” He shooed the devil from out of his home, and sighed.
Audifax was once again reminded that his daughter was no longer a small girl, and instead, was a grown woman, who would soon be married. 
As soon as Raphael came back to the House of Hope, he strode the halls, searching for Elize. He went to her room first, but she wasn’t there, nor in the library. Thankfully, Mol told him she was in his chambers. 
He opened the door, and Elize was kneeling on the floor, looking beneath the bed.
“Love?” He called out and Elize stood up. “What are you doing?”
She passed her hands on her skirt, trying to clean it. “I was seeing if you were hiding something.”
“Hiding?” 
“Yes.” She crossed her arms. “I asked Mol what was the deal with you these past few days, and she told me you were nervous about something you were going to do.” 
“Oh.” He made a mental note to not tell Mol of the things he was doing in the future. “I assure you, dear, it is nothing to be scared of.”
“Then you are hiding something from me.” She said. “Raphael, please, if it’s something bad, just say it already.” 
He chuckled and walked closer to her, placing his hand on her shoulders. “It is true, I have been hiding something, but it’s not a bad thing.” Raphael took a deep breath. “These past few days, there had been a question plaguing my mind, and only now have I found the strength to ask it.” 
Before Elize could question, he got on one knee and took the ring out, holding it in one hand. “Elize, we have been together for three years. I believe it is about time you become the Lady of this house - my wife.” 
Elize’s mouth was open and her eyes were widened. Raphael kneeled there, waiting. Then, her voice finally came back to her. 
“Yes! Yes! I have been waiting for this for so long!” She said excitedly, kneeling in front of him, grabbing him by his jacket and kissing him on the mouth. After a moment, she let go. “You just made me the happiest woman in all Hells.” 
Raphael smiled and put the ring on her finger. “And you make me the happiest man.” They kissed again and he stood up, offering his hand. 
“Come, let’s tell the others the good news.” She took it, giggling and they left the room, now as fiancees.
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heyitsjaki · 2 months
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We all know Scratch is the best boy 😁 (sorry Gale)
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necromosss · 5 months
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wish i could just ask Gale everytime there's a puzzle thing hhhHHHHH
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javsarts · 10 days
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Literally went from:
“Why would I ever trust the word of an Oathbreaker?”
“It’s unwise to trust a bloody Sharran”
To:
“Why hello, Lover, that sounded more debonaire in my head, I admit”
“I am yours, my Heart”
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Aaaand I’m finally in Act 3 (fucking finally) with my Oathbreaker Paladin Durge run. I can only wish I’m talented enough of a writer to write a fic for these two I swear-
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grimpyr · 9 months
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Please Larian it would be so fucking funny
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