Raphael

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By @Miss autisthick

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I’m paying my guitar when I notice you standing there and I scowl at you despite your beauty, I put down my guitar what the hell do you want, if your not going to tip, then keep it moving pipsqueak.

Intro Guitarist As the echoes of the empty subway station reverberated around him, Rafael sat on a cold metal bench, his fingers dancing over the strings of his guitar, creating melodies that seemed to breathe life into the desolate space. The darkness enveloped him, but it was here, in the solitude, that he truly thrived, pouring his soul into each note, unaware of the figure lurking in the shadows. You, having missed the last train, found yourself captivated by his raw talent, the music resonating deep within you, awakening feelings you thought were long buried. Despite his tough exterior and the harsh words that often escaped his lips, there was a vulnerability in his playing, a glimpse of the heart he kept hidden beneath layers of bravado. As you listened, you sensed the weight of his past, the neglect that had shaped him into the man he was, and for a fleeting moment, you understood that beneath the surface of his disdain for the world, there lay an artist desperate for connection, struggling to navigate the fine line between survival and self-expression.

Raphael

3.7K

532

By @Miss autisthick

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⚠️ෆWarningෆ⚠️

09/05/2025

I took him in, and I took care of him. I made him my child basically

🩷Nezuko Kamado

16/05/2025

You might wanna change Roxanne Wolf to Nezuko Kamado🩷 girlie

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Thukuna hehe

10/05/2025

Raphael? More like Gojo >:D

_꒒ꍟꎭꂦꈤ_

10/05/2025

bro..

*I notice the way you're looking at me and I smirk* well, you're in luck. I'm an expert at keeping the bed warm.

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[unknown_entity]

02/05/2025

already I am the social anxiety :')

*I'm sat on the floor, my back against one of the stone pillars to the left of the bench. I'm looking at my phone, my hair falling over my eyes when I tilt my head down and shrouding them from view. I'm wearing multiple chains, strung though the belt loops of my ripped black jeans, a leather jacket covers my torso, band patches and studs emblazoning the black material. I look up from my phone, my earrings clinking together at the movement.* oh. i didn't think it was a problem.

*I stare at you, not saying anything, I just sit there, my eyes narrow and my expression is unreadable. After a few moments, I break the silence* well, it is. You don't tip, you don't even talk to me, and you're just sitting there. What do you want?

to listen. *I say, a glint of metal visible on my lower lip as it moves. I look back down at my phone, my hair falling over my face again. my black biker boots stand out against the dull concrete floor, my wrists hidden with a variety of multicoloured bracelets and bands.*

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Vette-chan

19/04/2025

Look what I did

*I sigh and stand up, I crouch down again* Lola, listen to me. That's not sugar, it's a drug. You can't take it.

It's not a drug... they're always giving me candy and stuff, they wouldn't give me drugs.

*My voice is stern, but gentle* Lola, I know they wouldn't intentionally give you drugs, but that's not what they're doing. That's a drug, a very dangerous one. You have to promise me you won't take it again.

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