*I have been sitting on it and all my other chapter wips for 2 years now* 🙃😭

I erase,

I converse with my demons,

and I retype.

But I am writing again so I shall not question it.

Here is to hoping I can get this m/f -> m/m/f -> m/m tango of traumatic terror posted at some point this month... if I can keep the momentum up.

It is riddled with error and will most likely evolve.

🎶 Bones first, then flesh 🎶

WIP Whenever

I hath been summoned. Thank you @sky-kiss for the tag. (Making me rip off the bandaid with this lol 🖤🖤🖤)

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Haarlep snatched up her wrist. Amusement in their endless gaze. A harrowing flicker of molten silver made itself known beneath the gilded fire of Raphael’s stolen eyes. “I showed you more mercy than you deserved, wretched thing.” Haarlep’s rasped rebuttal was riddled with a twisted type of affection she wanted nothing to do with. Lilli bared her teeth, head flying up to meet Haarlep’s intimidation with a flavor of her own. The sharp pain of horns cutting into her forehead only heightening her rage. All those years…her years…under Raphael’s thumb, even longer than that – playing Haarlep’s games – weighted heavily on a soul she no longer held any claim to. Lilli wanted to be done. That simple wager had been her way out and this beast ruined it for her again. “You wouldn’t begin to  –“ “Haarlep.” Lilli froze. Eyes wide, heaving chest falling still, that fiery rage smothered in its entirety. “Enough,” Raphael’s baritone rumble of discontent was followed by that wet choking sound. A gargled type of sob that never fully hit the air. “Whatever you wish, master,” Haarlep breathed softly against Lilli’s cheek. The tip of their nose dragged affectionately across hers before they struck

It is a super rough wip and I am trying to get back in the game. But here is something.

Still stuck on Haarlep... for this train wreck, the devils you know are not it. 😅

Sorry to hear you’ve suffered a few familial losses and I’m sure having a dog is exciting.

So far, my top favorite fic of yours is ‘Ecstacy’ as I’ve been fascinated by the whole ‘giving your body to an incubus and you can feel it when they use it’ plus that little bit at the end where Tav is preparing to run away to try to save her companions from their potential wrath is just delicious.

I hope you’ve been doing well.

1 – I am glad you are enjoying the fics so far and it is really nice to know you find them good enough for a re-read as well! <3

The part about 'giving your body to the Incubus and feeling them misuse you' is canon to the game (depending on what choices you made). I think everyone in the Haarlep/Raphael fandom enjoys playing with that tidbit of information and running wild with the concept. It is especially fun to use in regard to manipulation when it comes to Haarlep and their interactions (or just to troll Raphael and OCs).

Honestly, a lot of my work revolves around my protagonists trying to run or actually running away from their problems only to be forced to address them later in various situations. I blame it on the intrusive need to “Irish Exit” real life gatherings and being somewhat of an introvert.

The Tav in "Ecstasy" is also pretty much at her wits' end with her party and traveling as a group. So, the decision to leave takes out two birds with one stone, with the least drama - in her mind... all my Tavs are afflicted with 'the delusion' and a 'self preservation' survival roll of a nat 1.

Non Fic talk below