#rafal mistral

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Hello.

How would Rafal feel about someone putting makeup on him?

Someone being me...

I think he would be driven to seek out revenge of some kind if you did that, simply due to the fact that he's petty. Though, he might have the self-control to not murder you, if you didn't humiliate him in the process.

If we're thinking of Good Fall Rafal, he might just chastise you, but not resort to severe violence. And, psychological warfare is still fair game. It always is.

[deadlynightshadeunderthestars]

Okay so uh if there was ever a movie or a show about the SGE prequels, I would like it to be a musical one.

I don't know why, but an SGE related musical would be fun. Not just already existing pop songs but original songs too.

I mean the prequels have Peter Pan and pirates, villains, and twin angst, so why not?

[amistillreallyalive]

Lesso: I'm 50% murder, 80% gay, and 70% evil.

Rafal: That's 200%

Lesso: I'm twice the man you'll ever be.

[wisteriaum]

unfinished thing of rafal.

i really like this one and wanted to finish it, but i woke up with the worst cold ever today and couldn't go along with my plan to finish it over the course of the next few days. still, i really enjoy this piece, and wanted to post it anyway.

[harmonyverendez]

Rafal vs Rhian ( Parenting / Parents Debate )

Rafal would be the time to be alarmed if his children cough. I feel like he would be the type to always monitor and make sure his children are okay, he would always be up to date with his children. Like Rafal children would love him so much, that they'll come to him for anything.

Rhian on the other hand, I feel like he just doesn't want any kids. Like he'll be the type to leave his children in the house for days and come back and realize that his kids are there. He'll be neglectful and just... Forget.

Now his children would be close to Rafal's children if they had them together, they would have a bunch of sleepless and fun holidays together.

I also feel like Rhian would be the type of parent to teach them to be bad, like do evil things and such.

Rafal would be the type to read his children bedtime stories and kiss their forheads goodnight.

While Rhian would be the type to scream at them to go to sleep or some evil shit like that.

I also feel like there would be a difference in how their children would come out.

Rafal children would be spoiled, but they would know the difference between good and evil.

They would be obedient and never talk back, only one time did that happen.

Rhian children would be entitled and feel like everything belongs to them, they would immediately belong to Evil and this time without hesitation and they would not bat an eye at that.

Rhian and Rafal children would get along up until the point where they go to sge school and things would change.

They would go their separate ways.

Which would cause problems between Rhian and his brother Rafal.

They would not understand what the issue would be... Until everything is in the open.

Now I feel like Rafal would name his children after God's and Goddess.

That's just my opinion.

And Rhian?.

Just random ass old boring ancient names he found from Google or some shit.

But everyone can have their own opinion, I'm just stating mine.

What do everyone else think?.

Everyone/anyone can comment their own opinion ------->

@thescarlettshrimpernel @liketwoswansinbalance @abeehiltz1159

[rosellemoon]

In honor of the great Walrus vs. Fairy debate, I must ask the SGE prequels fandom:

[anobody277642]

Fingerglows

So, has anyone noticed that Soman didn’t actually confirm Rhian and Rafal’s fingerglow colors like he did with Agatha and Sophie?

Literally all we got in Rise and Fall was “Sharp Glow” or “Frosty” or “Warm.” Like we never got an actual color??

However, in the original series he has said Sophie and Agatha’s fingerglow colors MULTIPLE times. Agatha’s is orangeish gold, and Sophie’s is hot pink. This is common knowledge. Based on my interpretation, I think Rafal’s fingerglow is like a frosty kind of blue, and Rhian’s is golden. These two colors match their “souls” which Soman did kind of specify during Fall. Even during TLEA we never got a color for Rafal’s glow. Haven’t seen many people talking about this, so any thoughts?

[just-a-simple-sapphic]

I hope (for all of yall's safety) that I do not come across a Lesso x Rafal post anywhere

[bakerstreethound]

Evil’s Undying Kiss

Relationship: Rafal x fem!reader

Warnings: Implied smut & making out

A blurb inspired by Kit Young’s character Rafal in Netflix’s The School for Good and Evil, not the books. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my work to other sites. I only post here and on A03)

Disclosure: Also again, as this is inspired by Kit Young’s version of Rafal, I’m going to say Rafal is 25 or presents as 25 (Kit is 27 irl) while you the Reader are over 18. Yes, this is a consenting relationship inspired by the Netflix movie. 

Lastly, I present this to the lovely @frostandflamesfanfic​ who got me hooked on to Kit Young and the characters he portrays. Safe to say I died a few times watching this movie along him as Jesper in the Shadow and Bone series that is also on Netflix. 

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“Join me” His voice echoes beacons to you, drawing you from your slumber. 

A shiver travels down your spine at the thrill of it all and in an instant, you feel the darkness surrounding you, caressing you and you are greeted not with the sight of your bedroom, but of him. 

Him

Oh, how alluring, powerful, seductive he looks standing there in the middle of the tower, his long coat draped over him, collar upturned, his gaze boring into your own, the faintest twitch of a smirk crossing his lips. 

“My love…” The breath catches in his throat, his gaze falling over your form and you find yourself crossing your arms almost embarrassed even to be in front of him in your night clothes. 

You take a step closer to him, swallowing your nerves, “Rafal…you called?” 

“No need to be embarrassed, my queen,” he closes the distance between you, not giving you a chance to respond before his thumb trails over your bottom lip, his unfathomable gaze sweeping over you as his other hand caresses your face oh so gently. 

Such a man of power and beauty before you and yet here he was holding you like the greatest treasure. You were in a way, though he wouldn’t dare admit it out loud, not even to himself deep down. 

Your body responds to him in kind, leaning into his touches, and all the caresses he bestows. His towering frame is comforting, his whole being surrounding you, protecting you. When his lips brush against yours, goosebumps scatter along your arms, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. 

His orbs glint red in the moonlight, hungrily searching your face memorizing you, his queen, the only truly evil one for him, you are his only weakness, the one tugging at the threads of his shriveled eons-old black heart. 

When your lips touch his once more, you feel the pounding of your foolish heart increase in your chest, your skin flooding with warmth. You might as well be begging on your knees in front of him asking to be touched. 

A cold metallic taste falls along your tongue when you pull away, gasping and panting, his eyes a beautiful haunting red. They always are when he looks at you. 

“What is it, my love? You can’t wait for me to kiss you, make you mine again, is that right? Do you want the entire school to see us together as one, the harbingers of chaos?” He growls deep in your ear, your heart skyrocketing further, the insatiable metallic taste on your tongue growing stronger. 

“Yes Rafal, I want you, always, my dearest prince. My true Evil love.” You groan nipping his lip harder, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. You tug the lapels of his glorious crimson coat drawing him to you closer, wanting to feel him and be seduced by his darkness once more. 

For you have been too long without him. 

His hand around your waist tightens as he sets you fully up on the table, pressing up against you more earning a gasp from you and you bite his lip harder. 

The sinful moan that falls from his beautiful lips is the perfect hell, dripping in ecstasy. Oh, how you want more, want to plead to the deepest darkest pits of darkness for more, for only he made you like this. 

Made you his and his alone. 

“I’ll always protect you, remember? My beautiful enchantress. So powerful and mine,” he gasps, lips latching onto your neck and peppering more along your jaw. 

He teases you further and further, lips and touches so near and yet so far away, twin planets powerful, circling each other in orbit. You can’t help but squirm, his hand on your waist not loosening up in the slightest, pinning you harder to the table. 

“Easy, love I’m here…” 

“Yes Rafal, and you’re mine,” you practically purr, meeting his desperation with a heated kiss of your own, the perfect balance of evil upon evil unmatched, untamable, unstoppable. 

Pure chaos. 

In a whirlwind you have him pinned to his bed hidden beyond the expanses of his tower and you love it the way he looks up at you, eyes glowing in the pitch-black darkness, the only light the faint glimmering of the moon from the poor excuse of a window on the opposite wall.

“You’re stunning, love.” 

A low growl falls from you when you pin him harder, pinning his wrists above his head a fraction. An evil glint crosses his eyes and in an instant, you’re pinned under him, your shirt absent due to his skillful hands, his lips trailing kisses along your collarbone and chest. You groan, gripping the sheets for dear life, your skin red hot and burning from the outside in.

“Hmm yes, that’s right. So far from good,” he all but purrs, drawing a whimpering moan from you.

A shudder also follows in the wake of his words, your fists gripping the sheets harder you’re sure your knuckles are white both from his lips and praises, struggling to maintain your resolve. 

Even then you try not to squirm when he tugs off the rest of your clothing leaving you bare and completely exposed to him and his beautiful chaos. His lips trailing along your chest send dangerous hellfire coursing through your being and all you want is for him to quench it, to claim you and make you his once more for eternity. 

“Rafal…my prince…please…” 

That’s all it takes those words falling from you in sonorous beautiful darkness, incandescent. He obliges then, taking you to the sweet bitter darkness beyond. 

The metallic taste never leaves your lips, making you hunger for more, more, more of him, your Prince of Evil. 

For you are his forever more beyond time and eternity never after. 

******

[joeykeehl256]

HI SGE

I was scrolling around on twitter, facebook, discord, and even the forum on wiki but never seemed to find any active people! And now I'm here there's suddenly a huge community I'm speechless! The happy kind of speechless 🫶✨️

I read the School for Good and Evil first time in 2018, and the series was so captivating it never left me. I never joined any fandom before so it just always kind of danced around in my mind for a few years.

What seriously made me fell in love, though, was the Rise and Fall series! All the plot twists and drama and easter eggs to the main series, I'm in love with everything!

So glad to see the SGE fandom still active somewhere! If anyone sees this post, I'd really love to get to know you all and share our thoughts and idea and love for the series!

Looking forward to meet lovely people in the fandom!

Btw I made this sketch of the infamous scene anyone who read Rise of the SGE would know - I die for it every day 😭🫶✨️ i sketched this a while ago when I was reading the book for the first time but never got to show it to anyone

P.s. I've also been editing the fandom wiki to make things presentable since last time I checked it was a mess up there given the twists between Rise/Fall, so many things happening at once.

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Facts about The One True School Master of Vault 41

Tedros and Japeth-related things would entail too many major spoilers, so this is probably all you’re getting for now:

Rafal confesses to Sophie that he breathed part of his soul into her toward the end of the second Great War.

Rafal reads his own obituary. And also sees the multitude of vandalism that accompanies it.

Rafal attends a rather depressing, actually, positively dismal Ever tea party. Agatha insults him, despite the fact that he has better table manners than her. They mock each other. And he chokes on his finger sandwich. (But, I suppose genocide weighs more on the morality scale, in terms of minor infractions and major transgressions that will send Pollux rolling in his grave like a roast pig on a spit over subjects which mustn’t be discussed at tea parties.)

Agatha unnecessarily feeds her savior complex and plays chaperone.

Sophie is fashionable and traumatized. Business as usual.

Agatha commits a burglary.

Rafal trains the Nevers in classical dance. (I promise it’s vaguely plot-relevant.)

Agatha trains the Evers for war.

Sophie performs an archival search and reads Fala and His Brother.

The fic is still largely unwritten, so things may be subject to change later on.

[deadlynightshadeunderthestars]

warning: extreme violence!!!

Why couldn't Rhian just release his anger by killing Fala in a much more brutal way? Stabbing? Nah. How about hit him first multiple times and then bash him in the head with something until his skull is crushed and he dies? I want the blood and brains and the screaming. Rhian, make even Rafal scream. Make your dragon fire worth something.

[xx-state-of-mind-xx]

Dovey *furious*: Why the fuck are you doing this all the time?

Lesso *frozen in motion; confused*: What do you mean?

Dovey *gesturing aggressively*: This entire suicidal behavior of yours!?

Lesso *looking at Dovey and raising an eyebrow*: We are heroes and villains, we are constantly on suicidal quests.

Dovey *clenching her teeth*: That's - That's not what I mean!

Lesso: Then, what then?

Dovey *now really furious*: IT SEEMS LIKE YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE.

Lesso *silent*

Dovey: Why...?

Lesso *quiet and emotionless*: It's not that I want to d-

Dovey *suddenly exhausted*: Please don't bullshit me, Lady Lesso.

Lesso *looking away, doesn't say anything*

Dovey: Leo...

Lesso: I'm sorry...

Dovey *slowly raising her hand, carefully touching Lesso's arm*

Lesso *flinching*: Clarissa-

Dovey *cutting her off*: No, I'm sorry Leo. *pulls her into a hug*

Lesso *biting her lip with such a force until it started bleeding, trying to fight back the tears*

Dovey *stroking Lesso's back*: It's okay Leo. I'm here. Always.

[wisteriaum]

“Rhian was the Good twin. Rafal was the Evil one. Of course he was. Father Sader had confirmed it! He’d said it in his prophecy under the sea— ‘The Pen senses a restless soul, Rafal. Questioning whether a brother’s love is enough…’ Rafal’s gut twisted. He never said the soul was Rafal. Because it wasn’t Rafal. It was never Rafal.”

IT'S FINALLY FINISHED!!! this took me about 8 hours over the course of a week. Rafal angst heals my soul lmao (despite hurting his), so drawing this was so much fun.

[harmonyverendez]

OH MY GOD!!! THIS REMINDS ME OF RAFAL MISTRAL. LOOK AT THIS EVERYONE. THIS IMAGE IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

Rafal Mistral.

[amistillreallyalive]

Rafal, pointing at Dovey and Lesso: Do you know these gays? These gays, they are trying to murder me.