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It may just have been worth it all, to see the Archdevil sneer and rage, but it was also a thought Haarlep never thought he would be concerned about when it came to the safety of another. Whatever it was that Alaara had done to him, he hated it. This odd feeling inside him that made him all tight chested at the thought of her ever being mutilated and killed by Mephistopheles. It would happen quick, too. She was no match against an Archdevil. Not even Raphael was.

"How devilish of you," he teased, eyes brightening just a little. But of course she would miss him, and Haarlep would have it no other way. The incubus was such a presence. Even for those at camp that rolled their eyes and said they would be happy when he was gone would miss him. He brought so much fun and excitement to the dull and boring camp life.

"Believe me, darling, I will visit you with a thousand faces, and then a thousand more, just to see if you can tell it's me," he purred with a smug look across his face. "You'll never quite know, and that's what will make it exciting." His hands gripped hers, a look of delight across the fiends face. "Perhaps I will even send you cryptic love notes in Infernal. Dare I say the eyes that read it will surely blush."

"If I haven't upset someone, then I'm not living true to myself," Alaara said. She bared her teeth in a wild little snort of a laugh. "Oh, but I simply cannot help poking the bear. Sometimes it begs to be poked. This is half the reason I end up in trouble."

Alaara knew full well just how dangerous Haarlep was and could be, and yet oddly did not care. She was so sure of herself that she did not fear him; he was an amusement and friend alike. It was an unlikely friendship, and she cherished it for its rarity.

"Would I admit to missing you?" she asked, grinning slyly. "In my fondest writings, perhaps so. But never aloud. Think of my image!"

Again she laughed, this time in a rich, full way that bordered on sounding like a song on the breeze.

"You'll have to come visit me in all manner of guises to shake things up. Just for fun."

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#RELENTLESSGRIEF

💀 Carrd 💀

relentless, adjective: showing or promising no abatement of severity, intensity, strength, or pace grief, noun: deep and poignant distress caused by or as if by bereavement

Connor, an undying warlock, and an undead aberration. Standing at 7 feet tall (2.13 meters), with four arms and tendrils, this creature is of neutral good alignment and desperate to make friends and form a connection with anyone willing to understand them. Explores themes in the cycle of life and death, love, learning to do better and be better, redemptive justice, and religion. ALL CHARACTER ART ON THIS BLOG IS PERSONALLY COMMISSIONED BY ME. Please do NOT use it.

D&D based character, with verses for Dragon Age, BG3, and unaffiliated.

Written by Steffu, 30s. Based on my character from a real life ongoing campaign since 2018. 21+ only.

graphic credit | artist

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? (For harleep)

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'Let me fuck you in that bestial form of yours. I want to feel your claws rake down my flesh and your teeth at my nape. Pin me there and have your way with me. You're allowed to, sweetling, I can survive much harsher things.'

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'Quite possibly the worst cretin known to devilkind. An utter gremlin of chaos and carelessness. An uneducated buffoon, a filthy hound, unworthy of the ground I walk upon. Oh, Father, why have you forsaken me? You know exactly what you are doing, forcing my hand in marriage to such an uncouth beastie. I detest the both of you.'

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'As delightfully handsome as the creature is naked, he really would look positively delicious wearing my outfit.'

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" Tell me, Haarlep. Do you tend to use that tail of yours as a whip? "

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"Oh, darling, this tail can be used for many pleasures, as much as the pains," the fiend purred, that little smirk at his lips. "Does a daughter of grief wish to experience an incubus' delights? One need only ask, my pet." The long, red tail flicked from behind Haarlep's legs, swaying back and forth. In his true form, it was even longer, even more like a whip, tipped with fiendish barbs.

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// Oh btw, Haarlep would absolutely fuck Malcanthet in the most unholy of ways, and despite Meph being his Archdevil contract, he doesn't actually worship Meph. As a rebellious little fiend, and someone who was forced to be contracted to Raphael (a lawful evil devil of the Nine Hells), Haarlep took great pleasure in being the 'enemy' (as the Hells and the Abyss are at an eternal war with one another), and absolutely pisses off Raphael when he speaks of Malcanthet--the Succubus Queen. (:

Anything to annoy his little duke, because Haarlep takes great pleasure in annoying Raphael.

I'm sure Raphael, after a time, FORBID that name anywhere near him and would be sure to lock Haarlep in the boudoir with no bed partners for a month if he continued.

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Lilith statue in Malbork Castle, Poland

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drawing raphael until larian lets me romance him

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you'll cry tears from your pretty eyes and your soaking cunt when i'm done fucking you silly

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stabbing as a metaphor for penetration is great but when are we going to talk about pressing down on where someone is wounded to disarm them or just to be cruel while fighting. does nobody else care about the perverse intimacy of knowing exactly where to touch to overpower someone. the grotesque vulnerability of it. especially if you're the one who wounded them in the first place.

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“My love”

“My darling”

“My good girl”

“My princess”

“My baby

“My pretty bunny

“My beloved”

“My pretty girl”

“My dearest”

“My beautiful doll”

“My sweetheart”

“My babygirl”

“My gorgeous angel”

“My everything”

“My world”

“My wife”

“My pretty puppy

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"Haarlep, I know you're there. If you're going to come in, then so so. Don't loiter on the threshold." (Hi ❤️)

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A lowly chuckle rumbled from the incubus' throat, tail swaying from side to side behind long, red legs. Well, apparently the elf was rather good at sniffing him out, or perhaps Haarlep's intentions had never been to actually stay hidden. A creature such as them, why should they?

Long, black claws trailed down the wood of the door, dragging, the sound of them echoing in the room as Haarlep pressed the door open and stepped inside.

"Perhaps I was simply enjoying being a voyeur," he whispered sweetly. "As much as I love a good performance, there is something so delightful about all guards being down. And you, my dear, do have such high walls. A fortress that surrounds you."

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Like fire, hell fire...

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// Raphael is indifferent if people call him 'Raph' behind his back or informally (though he GREATLY prefers being called RAPHAEL as it's his actual name). But he is aware of people like Mol calling him "Raph" as she's... Mol... (and he sees her as an uneducated urchin of a child). Anyone who calls him Raph is basically an uneducated buffoon in his eyes, though he will not correct it unless he's making a solid point of displeasure towards someone, he can overlook it (begrudgingly).

But by the gods, if you call him RAFFY...

He will want to kill you.