#blasphemousherald

[dirkgentle]

blasphemousherald replied to your post:

Dirk is adirkable

he’s a dirksaster! 

[makerguideme]

blasphemousherald replied to your post: i’m trying to study how to calculate...

i’m curious! i’ve never seen cullrian as a notp, just as a ship. do you have reasons it’s not one you like? or is it just a “mmm nope this gives me bad feelings” thing? (which is totally valid too! i’m just curious your thoughts)

it’s moslty because 9 times out of 10 it’s being horribly fetishized and it’s more ‘let’s have the two most conventionally attractive men fuck For the Aesthetic’ than actually exploring the ways the ship would work, cullen and dorian both are turned into objects for the female gaze rather than being allowed to keep their integrity as characters, i’ve got a number of problems with it and the way fandom portrays it.  i haven’t seen it a lot in RP -- moreso in fanfic -- but i just can’t bring myself to get into it.

[thegaleandlance]

@blasphemousherald replied to your post: you know for the longest time i thought your...

ITS NOT A CHEST?

// It sure ain’t.

[emilesmuses]

Here a shout-out to all my fellow multi-muse blogs! I know that it might sometimes hard to find people to RP with you, that some people will write your blog off as ‘too confusing to navigate’ or complain that you have ‘too many muses’, but here a small reminder that you are all still valid RPers and there’s many people out here who love you! <3

@formidablekind​​,  @hauntngs​​,  @hellfiredawn​​,  @cyneraph​​,  @thedasneedsheroes​​,  @cxnvenit​​,  @reprcbates​​,  @fuckingvictus​​,  @blasphemousherald​​,  @horrorempathy​​,  @scarsthatshapeus​​,  @aniente​​,  @thehopefulones​​, 

and feel free to reblog this, tagging your own faves! Spread the love.

[teleidoscopic]

@blasphemousherald // starter call. 

➷ NOT EVEN A WHISTLE IS HEARD as the arrow finds its mark true. The wood cracks like a shell just next to where the Inquisitor’s standing. Pinned to the fletching, there appears to be a hastily scribbled drawing of the Inquisitor and Sera perched along the spine of one of the rooftop halls of Skyhold. A map, set with a time! And as the sun slinks further behind the jagged teeth of the Frostback mountains, that very time nears closer and closer. She waits, sitting with legs criss-crossed and elbows propped against the knees. 

[pelle-lavellan-a]

Pelle was quick to step directly in Taeris’ way. His hands rested on his hips as he leaned his weight to one side staring at his fellow elf with a look that danced the line between concern and strict fussing.

“You can lie to me all you want but those red cheeks of yours aren’t doing you any favors lethallin.”

He was giving Pelle a run for his money looking for flushed, normally it was Pelle who always looked to be blushing but today Taeris had taken the prize for being the reddest in the face. There was also the fact that he was clammy, looked exhausted, and was practically dragging himself around like a sloth.

This wasn’t like him, and Pelle wasn’t about to just let him through without giving him an insufferably hard time.

“You know there’s nothin wrong with restin.” He said. “How about we turn around and you go back to bed.”

@blasphemousherald from x

[vclnora-blog]

@blasphemousherald liked for a starter

      With the arrival of the Templars almost came the departure of the researcher. Although she herself had not an iota of magic ( much to everyone’s surprise ) they made her uncomfortable and brought her back to a different time. The only reason she hadn’t left was that ( while this wasn’t her preferred outcome ) this was still the only place she could help. ( the only place that would let her, realistically )

So she stayed. Today however between the shields and the even larger crowd at Haven, she needed some space to breathe and work in peace. It was that emotion ( discomfort, maybe even panic ) that had her seeking out the Herald or anyone really to let them know where she’d be. Originally she’d intended to tell the Commander but upon reaching the training grounds a different face caught her eye. A familiar one that took her a few minutes to work out why,  all of which she stared from a ( very ) short distance. 

“...You’re the herald’s brother, right?” Her words were unsure, and her expression wary as she held the book in her arms tight against her chest. With each clash of a sword, she seemed to get tenser, and there were plenty of those.

[the-nexus]

blasphemousherald replied to your post:      “Dwarf throwing… Sounds like a sport. An...

pls do not throw the dwarf

     “Oh, but why not? I’m sure it would be quite a thrilling game.”