Hachapre-sona for my heart and soul! She doesn't have a set name for now, but I'm thinking something like Cure Wordy because she focuses more on my love of language as her powerset.
ID: drawings of the artist as a Cure from Happiness Charge Precure. She is a medium-dark skinned hijabi with brown eyes and dark brown eyebrows. She wears a dark vest with gold accents over a pale turquoise shirt with long puffy sleeves. Her hijab is a vivid turquoise, same as her belt, and she has a long soft turquoise skirt that only covers behind her as well as dark green pants. Her boots are white with gold accents and turquoise bows. She has gold earpieces with green hearts on them.
On the left is a fully colored full body of the design, standing with turquoise rectangles in the background. On the lower center is her with a wider stance, with her fists to the sides and covered in pale green magic fists. Lower right corner is a close up of her face; she is smiling. Top right is a chibi of her with fists up, yelling. A magic pale green speech bubble crushes the two Choiarks before her. End ID.
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Hiii I love finding another big fan of Raphael and love all your posts! I noticed you and another person I follow mentioned Raphael hates children, is there a specific scene where he said it? It interest me especially to do with his dynamic with Mol. Does he say it in reference to her?
Hey there! Happy you found me!
For clarity, I assume the text you're referring to of me mentioning it is from here?
Apologies if it wasn't clear, but it wasn't in reference to Mol. Raphael's behaviour in regards to Mol is IN SPITE of him mentioning he hates children. I take him saying it along with the lines "litters of kittens" to be a very general "grinch" moment since he's a devil and all.
Anyway, the scene where he says it is from your confrontation with him in House of Hope in the third act/Baldur's Gate. I've personally uploaded the scene and you can find it here: https://www.tumblr.com/molinaesque/730269326106624000/raphael-bg3-hd-scenes?source=share
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"forced proximity prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ — “what if y- “¹ “if you seriously propose that i sit on your lap, i will kill you.”² " For Willy?
Tricks woke up groggy. Groggy and confused. He groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was confused, eyes lazily scanning the features. "I didn't... Fall asleep here?" He said aloud.
His voice carried oddly, and he wondered if he was still asleep. Wasn't there something about that? "You can't think in dreams. No... That isn't right. Ugh, it's something."
As Tricks continued walking, the scenery started to morph. Flickers of what he was used to, to something else, to nothing to, a room? Certainly this was a dream now.
"Did you miss me, Tricks?"
He knew that voice. His heart sank. His hands are clammy. As he turned, Willy Stampler sat on a stone throne. Legs spread, arms resting on the sides, a grin on his face. "It's been a long time."
"I--" Tricks started, losing his words as soon as he breathed again. "You got locked up. I heard it through the grapevine. You can't be doing this."
"Don't tell me you actually thought those idiots would win. One of their dumb grandkids let me out. I thought you'd be happy to see me." There was a glint in Willy's eyes that Tricks hated. A soft, purple haze colored them darker than he remembered. Willy becomed him closer, and, despite now wanting too, Tricks found himself stepping closer and closer to Willy.
"I was better without you in my life. We're done."
"Oh we are not done." Willy sat up straight, his eyes glaring at Tricks. "We have so much to do."
"Absolutely not. I'm leaving here. Wherever here is!"
Willy scoffed, crossing his arms. "What if y-"
"If you seriously propose I sit on your lap, I will kill you. You don't control me anymore."
Willy was silent for a moment. As he stood up, Tricks immediately regretted it. He took a step back, then two, then three, as Willy followed him. Willy grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer. "I know I've been gone, but you can't speak to me like that. I think you forgot what you are, Tricks." Willy was talking in his face. Lip drawn in a snarl. Tricks squirmed, desperately trying to get away. With his free hand Willy grabbed his face. "I own you. We made a deal. Even you know the rules of a blood contract."
There was a flash in Tricks eyes that made Willy's grin grow wider. "You remember what'll happen if you break it?"
"Willy..." Tricks started, as Willy let go and shoved him backwards laughing as Tricks fought to keep his balance.
"I'm not done with you. You're going to help me get what I want. Seems like you need to be trained again. Typical. I'll see you soon. And Tricks? That collar looks real good on you." Willy snapped his fingers before Tricks could interject.
Tricks bolted awake. His blankets were a mess, kicked off and bunched. He was sweating. His eyes wildly looked around. Willy wasn't here. Willy wasn't here. Willy wasn't here.
He sighed, running a hand over his head, as he dragged his hand down his face, his thumb brushed something around his neck.
Willy's collar was still firmly locked around his neck, just a bit too tight, as it always had been.
Tricks suddenly felt cold. Willy was out. Willy was out and he couldn't do a thing to escape.
It was over. He'd lost.
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