#so much more...

[cryybabyycatzz]

im so frustrated i need something very specific

[ikaishere]

i have no idea how to caption that.

[tavyliasin]

Raphael Aftercare - Extract from ATG 10: Cat? Claw

The following is the ending of ATG chapter 10, "Cat? Claw." (The full work is here, and the chapter before it with just Haarlep and Tav is here). It's the second half to a 2 part scenario, where f!Tav enters the House of Hope for the first time in desperation, seeking help to find a lost companion. All she finds, however, is Haarlep. Unfortunately, the all-too-bold Tav is too eager to be with someone who looks just like the demon who has been trying to seduce her, and takes in far too much of the aphrodisiac saliva in Haarlep's kiss. This chapter, ATG 10, begins with Raphael walking in on Haarlep toying with his Little Mouse, to relieve her of the problem she has caused for herself, and he has a decision to make. At first he just watches, feeling the connection to Haarlep's twisted mirror of his body, but he cannot stay an observer forever... This extract is from the end, Tav is well and truly spent at last, thoroughly "tended to" by the Master of the House and his incubus. Usually, Raphael has no use for aftercare, it would almost be an insult to him. However, Haarlep knows he can be pushed into caring for the client he has been obsessed with as of late, even if he denies it at every turn. So here, enjoy some "Soft Raphael", probably one of the few times I have him slip into this more comforting action. But he is capable, and much to his surprise he doesn't hate it either.

Extract from ATG 10 - Cat? Claw.

“You went too far.” Raphael snarled, pulling Tav’s body towards him and leaning her against his chest.

“I went as far as I had to go. I told you, she took too much from me because what she really wanted was you . I gave her that much. You also seemed to enjoy yourself quite thoroughly~” Haarlep laughed, stepping off the bed and walking a little ahead towards the wide open bathing pool on the other side of the room. A small power move, tail swishing happily as they swayed their hips in a mockery of seduction.”She will be fine, bring her over.” Without much choice in the matter, the fiend scooped the exhausted elf up against his chest, tail guiding her weak arms to wrap around his shoulders. To an outsider, it might’ve looked like a lover’s carry, tender arms hooked under knees that had long since gone limp, one hand holding her head against him as she made soft noises now, a barely conscious mess in the aftermath of unbearable lust.

Clawed feet clicked on the hard stone floor, careful footsteps finally arriving at the water’s edge. It was cool, soothing, from the first moment his toes broke the surface. The cambion lowered himself gently into the bath as his incubus scattered scented petals through the water, preparing soaps, oils and salves.

“Such a beautiful canvas, don’t you think? And so wonderfully painted~” Haarlep purred happily, completely satisfied, as they sank into the water beside Raphael. They caressed the hair of their new favourite toy with a smile. “Next time-”

“Next time? Have you forgotten whose home this is? Whose-” The angry snarl was cut off by a sigh from within his arms. The water was beginning to do its work. “Now, now, you can bicker with me later .  Now how about you take proper care of your Little Mouse ?” They stroked the wounds they’d inflicted on the cambion’s own back, digging a talon in one moment and soothing the swollen welts with balms the next.

For his part, the master of the house was carefully holding Tav in his lap, letting the healing pool slowly do its work, watching as wounds knitted closed and allowing her to relax further until only her head was above water.  “I could so easily just drown you right here, Little Mouse, and you’d never even know.” He mused, mostly to himself. There was as little chance of her hearing him as there was actual intention behind his words. “Oh you would never.” Haarlep laughed, not letting the chance to mock their so-called master slip through their clawed fingers. “Let her up a little again, that filthy hair needs a wash. Even a Little Rat should get clean now and then.”

“Rat,” Raphael tested the word, deciding it felt entirely wrong on his tongue, “where did that come from?”

“Never you mind about that,” they deflected his comment easily, pouring a little scented soap into their hands and working it into Tav’s hair, carefully massaging her scalp. “Just was her body down, and use that salve on the bruises, if you please.” Her eyelids fluttered a little, but he could feel her body had yet to regain its strength, muscles completely relaxed in the most dangerous place she could possibly be…and yet she could also be no safer than held between two fiends in the middle of Avernus. The irony might have amused her, had she been able to form a thought yet.

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Tav was somewhere. Drifting, her consciousness afloat in another space, barely aware of the soothing feeling of gentle hands and healing waters. One by one, her senses returned to her. She moaned softly at the feeling of claws gently combing through her hair, the scent of the soaps warm and delightful. The other warm thing was the…pillow? Wall? Whatever soft and firm thing it was that she was laid against. “A lost little mouse, scurried through the house, looking for all the things she should not find. Footsteps, tippy tap, the mouse tripped the trap, leaving all her dreams behind.” The rumbling of the deep voice vibrated through the wall…no, the chest, her head was leaning on. Her eyelids fluttered, the world still a blur of ambient light, the feeling of cool water becoming clearer as she moved her fingers to test if they were still there at all. All present and accounted for , she thought, relieved. There were places on her body that stung and ached, but this seemed to be dissolving away. “Slowly, Little Mouse, do not run too fast. Trip now, and the fall could be your last.” The voice was closer now as she became more fully present in her body. Tav suddenly realised who it belonged to, a swell of panic rising up from her guts as that little part of her mind that had been screaming danger for hours finally made itself heard. Oh fu- “Drink up, Thief. You might as well enjoy the spoils of your adventures to the full~ Oh, and consider the deal on hold, for now.” The owner of the second voice came into view, holding out a large chalice. “Drink first, there’s food after. You did so very well, I’m almost impressed.” They understated their satisfaction, unwilling to give too much praise to a mere scrap of a mortal…yet not withholding their smile either. “We can discuss exactly what in the hells you were doing here later. I look forward to hearing your excuses, Little Mouse, so do make them entertaining.” His voice was cold and flat, yet his arms remained around her, not yet willing to cast her aside even though she was recovering. ---

[ashleyv6661]

Okay so...

I've been writing stories for like, a really long time. And by stories, I mean fanfiction. I've written for so many different things and I always have like, really great ideas and then like, lose ALL motivation to keep writing it... So I'm thinking of just posting all the fun stuff I've ever written, finally, after years of just holding onto it. And see what happens.

[gratuitous-aesthetic]

Took my mother to a radiologist this morning and now I'm just sitting in a waiting room listening to daytime talk shows and ready to claw at the walls

[yureimotos]

me when i think abt my ships n they make me happy.

[xx-hail2theking-xx]

Duke Valefar, a being who's constantly able to maintain absolute complete composure while the great love of his life is off fighting gods, does not strike me as a person who loves him half as deeply as you.

A being who doesn't experience conflict, grief, doubt, and worry, to the point that it reveals itself now and then, as his court faces war, loss, and starvation, is one who doesn't see them as people, but resources. It's not strength to show no sign of uncertainty or desperation, it's lack of loyalty, and lack of compassion.

The fact that you have maintained as much composure as you have is impressive. But being perfectly honest? If you were someone who didn't grieve the losses, fear for his husband, and worry for his court, as well as his ability to serve them, you would not be you, and I don't think you would be someone I respect half as much as I do.

That...

You are correct in that. Once again, you are correct.

My sincerest apologies. I am usually so much more composed than this.

-Duke Valefar.