#raphael delico

[aakipple]

stinks of sewer rat

[vampptized]

STOP EVERYTHING NEW OFFICIAL ART JUST DROPPED

[ananiel]

You, the one who moves like a whisper through the world, your presence both a fleeting dream and an unshakable omen. You are a shadow cast beneath the silver glow of the moon, slipping between the cracks of reality with the quiet grace of a fox who has long since learned the secrets of the unseen.

Your hair,weightless as woven starlight, spills down like the threads of night unraveling into dawn. It shimmers with movement, kissed by the wind, adorned with ornaments that mimic the delicate swish of fox tails and the quiet bloom of ethereal flowers. The kimono you wear is a canvas of twilight, shifting between the dying embers of autumn and the pale hush of early winter, a living reflection of the seasons’ endless dance. You are neither one thing nor another, caught between realms, belonging to no single moment in time.

Your eyes, molten gold and knowing, do not merely look—they see. They pierce through the veils of deception, stripping illusion to its bones, unraveling lies with a single glance. There is no place for falsehood in your presence, no refuge for secrets. Your voice, soft yet unwavering, is a blade of its own—every word precise, weighted with meaning, revealing truths that others dare not speak.

You are not a warrior, though you know the taste of battle. You are not a saint, though you understand suffering more deeply than most. You do not fight because you must; you fight because you understand—because you have walked the path of pain and seen what lingers in the dark corners of the human soul. You do not exorcise spirits out of duty, nor do you slay them in blind righteousness. Instead, you listen. You acknowledge. You grant them the release they were too lost to seek on their own.

Your blade, bound by Form, Truth, and Reason, is more than steel—it is a promise. A promise that no shadow can exist without light, that no suffering goes unseen, that every wound, no matter how deep, has the right to be understood before it is silenced. You wield it not as a weapon, but as a judge, a storyteller, a final whisper to those who have long since forgotten their own names.

You, the fox who walks between worlds, the healer who sees beyond flesh, the phantom who slips through the cracks of fate, unbound yet ever present. The one who does not seek, yet always finds. The one who lingers, long after the last embers of twilight have faded.

[casvalrei]

Delico's nursery Blu-ray&DVD extra

[maomaojinshi]

Delico family🫶🏻A moment that could have happened if only their story is not tragedy

[niyoriix]

Just look at this dumb slouchy idiot😤

Sigh this is a post for reqs of delico's nursery btw🤤

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hi! Can I ask the four protagonists of Delico's Nursery to react to the fact that their partner always becomes a bit distant whenever the children address or call her "mom", because she doesn't want to replace the real mother? I apologize for any mistakes in English, it's not my native language.

Despite Dali’s outward appearance of being aloof and nonchalant, not much got past him. He first noticed [Y/N]’s uncomfortable behavior of Ul calling her ‘mama’ when he started speaking, but brushed it off as just the babble of babes. However, when Raphael started doing it too, she was visibly uncomfortable. Not to the children, but clearly shaken.

After putting the children to bed that night, Dali decided to address the situation. “Why do you not like the children calling you Mama?”

[Y/N] turned to look at him with a surprised expression. Her face not clearly as coy as the rest of her. “I didn’t--! I never--!”

“You didn’t have to say it. It’s written all over your face.” He told her. “If you’re not comfortable with it I can ask Raphael to stop.” Though, it did hurt his heart to think that she didn’t think of his sons as a maternal figure.

“No. Don’t do that. This is my problem.” She told him with a sigh as she pushed her hair back. “It’s just….I don’t want to replace Frida.” It was Dali’s turn to be surprised. He hadn’t been expecting that. “They’re so young, and it happened not all that long ago. I just feel bad that I’m replacing her, and the boys won’t remember her. Their real mother.”

Dali stepped forward and wrapped his arms around [Y/N]. “You don’t have to worry about that.” It was a noble thought, and a rational one. Dali also worried sometimes that the boys would forget their wonderful mother. Her pictures were still around, but he didn’t talk about her nearly enough. “Being there for the boys would be what Frida would want. She knows they would need a mother in her stead, and I’m sure she couldn’t think of anyone better for the job than you.”

That night, while the rest of the house was asleep, Dali was sure he felt a breeze come into the room and brush against his face. The scent of jasmine in the air. When he woke up he looked to Frida’s portrait in the hall and told her, “I’m glad you approve.”

“Theodore called me mom today.” Dino paused in cutting his meat and looked up across the dinner table. “I just…thought you should know.”

“Why?” He asked as he sat his silverware down. Sensing that this was going to be a longer conversation than he hoped.

“I don’t know…” She replied as she fidgeted with her fingers. “You’re just always such a stickler for things being proper. I thought you would want to know.”

It was true. Dino liked things to be as they were, and proper. He and [Y/N] were courting, not married. Yet even with his other wives Dino had never forced Theodore to call them mother, and he never had. Until today it seemed. “Theodore can call you what he wishes, so long as it is with respect.” He told her before sipping his wine. “Do you object?”

“No! It’s not that.” [Y/N] assured him. “I’m just….well, I’m not his mother. I didn’t give birth to him.”

“That boy should have been born from an egg for all that mattered.” His mother never paid much attention to their boy after he was born, though to be fair Dino hadn’t either until recently. Still, it didn’t stop her from leaving to parts unknown and never reaching out to see if the child she pushed out of her nest was doing well. “If you have no objection then neither do I. Please discuss the matter with Theodore, if you wish.”

He picked up his silverware again and continued to eat. [Y/N] smiled a little and picked up her fork as well. Dinner remained quiet for the rest of the evening.

“Papa! This cake is delicious!”

“How would you know?” Henrique asked with a smile as he looked at Elena & Lucia. “You got more on your faces than in your bellies.”

“Here. Let me.” [Y/N] said with a chuckle as well as she wiped the girls faces. “There! Perfect again.”

“Thank you Mama-[Y/N]!” The girls chimed as they scooted off their seats to go play.

Henrique giggled as he watched them dart off, but his smile fell when he looked at [Y/N]. “Oi, what’s wrong?”

“They…They just called me Mama.”

“So?” Henrique replied with a shrug.

“Don’t you think that’s…a little inappropriate?” Henrique thought about it for a moment, and he guessed she had a point.

He and Kate had separated. They would never divorce as neither society nor their families would accept that; and honestly Henrique didn’t have the heart like Dino did. They parted amicably to pursue their own passions. He had found his with [Y/N]. “Well, they have to call you something.”

“I don’t think Kate would like it….”

“Why don’t we ask her?”

When Henrique began his relationship with [Y/N] and knew it would be serious, he introduced her to Kate who approved. Not that he needed it, but it was nice to have. Sharing the children was also a part of their agreement which meant that the girls spent a lot of time around [Y/N]. They came up with the name on their own. “If she says no then we’ll have the girls come up with something else.”

They return the girls to Kate that evening for their time with her and explain what happened. Being with Kate for so long, Henrique knew she was miffed but let it go. “It’s fine.” She told them.

“I still think I’m going to talk to the girls.” [Y/N] said as they were leaving.

“Awww….but it’s so cute!” Henrique insisted, but agreed maybe a new name was best.

Gerhard usually doesn’t like parties, but he would make an exception for Angelico’s birthday. Or at least he would this year.

In the past Angelico’s birthday was past over with littler recognition or acknowledgement. Much like his own birthday as a child. But with this new plan Dali had thrust upon them on being more active in their children’s lives, it seemed that they had to make some sort of showing for the day. Gerhard wouldn’t let his own son be shown up by Raphael’s party.

“He’s completely tuckered out.” [Y/N] whispered as she carried Angelico to his bed with Gerhard in toe.

“He should be.” He commented. “I don’t think he sat down all day.”

[Y/N] smiled and tucked Angelico in. Petting his hair softly in affection. “Goodnight mama…” Her hand stopped and flinched away when the boy spoke in his sleep before going back to soft snores.

“D-Did you hear that?”

Gerhard shrugged and told [Y/N] that he didn’t know what she was talking about, even though he heard it too. “He called me ‘mama’.”

“He must be dreaming.” Gerhard reasoned. Although, he didn’t know what Angelico would be dreaming of his mother. He never knew her and had no memory of the woman. And he had no interest in bringing that woman up in their lives. “Let us go to bed.”

[Y/N] hung her head but followed after Gerhard. The conversation ended as he didn’t want to talk about it, and [Y/N] did not seem brave enough to question on Angelico’s birthday.

[v3rmin-l0rd]

The Delico Family portrait (circa +0000)