#blasphering

[smouldring]

Gives you marketable rykard plushie

"Wow! This Praetor Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy™️ plush is so big and soft! The detail is done in embroidery, and the eyes are plastic with super shiny beads! It's sixty inches tall and can be used as a pillow! I can't believe you can buy this on Erdsty!"

[umbrclflame]

@blasphering: liked for a starter (Rykard) (pre-shattering)

The few times that Radahn stepped foot out of his castle was either to head to the capital, or to visit his mother: accompanied by no less than at least one company of his knights and his trusted second in command, Ogha. This visit was... a new one, to say the least, and the only time where he went alone: Ogha disagreed, getting him to stay behind at Redmane was a damned miracle. 

‘You’re our General, everyone knows what you look like. What’s to say that there isn’t going to be some bold assassin who aims to do you in when you are beyond our eyes?’

He shakes his head, partly from amusement and partly from exasperation:  They’d have to be exceptionally stupid to attempt on his life, even without considering his greatswords (currently strapped to his back alongside his trusted bow), his sorcery (how did so many manage to actually forget that he was a sorcerer?) - 

An insistent whinny brings the general out of his thoughts. Leonard nudges at his leg. Ah, right, Rykard would be expecting him soon. 

[smouldring]

Rykard vc: and this is the salad fork.

nice try, but salad can't eat.

[smouldring]

i'll kick his ass for you, king.

[the27percent]

"It is a bit burned, but our cook decided to use lava to roast this meat."

"That sounds like a genuinely interesting cooking technique. I suppose the lava burn would bring a unique taste to it. Thank you still for being so willing to share some of this with me." And it still looked fairly appetizing to them, so Atieno was glad to partake in this meal.

[nullcanary]

hey i don't know if your a rp blog or not since i can't really tell. i'm slightly blind so i miss something. but do you have a muse blog or something?

No! This is my main blog where I reblog and post whatever is overtaking my thoughts at the current moment 💕

[ordervessel]

@blasphering continued from here.

𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. In his head are there the compositions of letters he might send to her had he the courage, the willingness. The same sentences writ within his mind and scratched away by a more cynical hand. What point is there? The damage has been done. Her heart broken. No pleas nor words of remorse could hope to mend what he has shattered with his own hand. He hurts himself and he hurts her in turn to act on such selfish whims.

‘Tis the price he must pay for a world in order — to be reviled by the ones who hold his heart. The same sacrifice he would place upon the altar again and again if need be. Thus if they would choose to tear his heart to pieces then he would not begrudge them the decision. ‘Tis theirs by right. If anything would he be better off without the wretched thing to curse his existence with such misery.

“‘Twould be a pointless endeavor, I need not for thee to play messenger when I’ve resources and those within my service to convey what words I might have for thy mother. And should she have need of mine attention well she knows where I presently reside.”

A single letter, mayhap the only one among many to have survived the journey, yet he’d kept it all the same. Hidden within the depths of his desk though long years later has he yet to break its seal. “Now, is talk of what is done and buried what resides upon thy mind or wouldst thou speak of another matter?”

[the27percent]

gives you bubbly wine.

"Ooh, bubbly wine. A treat. Thank you so much." They accept the glance, raising it to him as a form of thanks before starting to sip from it.

"How refreshing, honestly."