#therafofgod

[bureauofbadass]

BoB has meant a lot to me over the years, and I'm starting a project of printing+binding my favorite fics. would y'all be okay if I did that with this one? It'd be for personal use only, the most I would do is post pics of it on tumblr/tiktok as I document my project!

we're, ahem, a little excite. yes, very much yes. our only requirement is that you send us the tumblr post of the finished project so we may reblog it and show off your good good work, my dude!

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

therafofgod ha respondido a tu set de fotos “@mocha-writes I can absolutely see that tbh! Ñsldjkjfskdjlsjdkl....”

varric's description of hawke is just "ah yes, hawke humanman mchuman. who is a human. who cannot do magic. because he is a non-mage human. yes. This Is The Truth, Why Would I Lie To You Scary Lady With A Sword?"

“Let me tell you the story of Hawke Humanman McHuman, a human man, he woke up one day in looked in the mirror, where his real human reflection looked back at him. He then did not do magic, because he was not a mage. He then proceeded to not do crimes all day as he walked though Kirkwall, where everyone who saw him thought “Wow, that is a regular human man with no magic, I bet he sings the Chant of Light every day and all his friends are law abiding citizens!”. And they were correct in their thoughts, but he did not know their thoughts because he had no magic to do so. He walked humanly to a respectable Tavern in which he met up with his Law Abiding friends for their weekly discussion of the Chant and how none of them are mages or criminals. They all walked humanly together to pay their taxes after singing the Chant of Light. This is all 100% Truth, yes, please put the sword down.”

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

abjid and [sky], for the drabble thing!

Abjid looked up at the sun warily, pulling their cloak tighter around them. In the few times they had ventured back into civilization, they had always struggled to get used to the sky, to the sun.

Their tiny hut was miles into thick woods, far from people, deep enough that the trees clustered together and blotted out the sky. And they were fine with that, they liked that. They liked the cool shade, the darkness. Alone, they hardly ever lit a fire- they didn’t need warmth, didn’t need to eat much, certainly didn’t need it to see. They didn’t need light to chase the dark away or keep them warm while they slept- they didn’t need to sleep.The dark didn’t frighten them, the twisting, haunting forms in the shadows didn’t faze them anymore.  Occasionally they lit a candle or lantern, summoned softly glowing orbs to dimly illuminate the mossy clearing of their cemetery. 

But when they left the woods- something they rarely did, that they never did of their own volition- they couldn’t avoid the light. Molly had joked once that maybe their parents had been drow what with their ears and the way they shied away from the light.

The sun didn’t hurt them though, wasn’t uncomfortable really. And that was the problem. 

In the light, under the sun, they felt warm. Their slightly cold and clammy skin warmed, the stiffness of their bones melted away, the sickly pale gold of their eyes and markings warmed to a vibrant, shining gold. They could look up at the sky, it’s bright open expanse and they felt something.

Warm, alive, soft, feelings that were alien and wrong to them. The sun didn’t burn their skin, the light didn’t make them uncomfortable and that’s why they hated it. And on top of that, the feeling of the wind gently blowing, the sight of the soft hues of the sky made them ache. It made the hollowness in their chest feel tighter, turned the apathy they always felt into a tender pain, into a yearning for a time they couldn’t remember. A nostalgia of memories they didn’t have, that they tried to reach for but always slipped through their fingers like water in cupped hands. 

Looking up at the sky, the scarred stumps on their back hurt, atrophied muscles ached for a time when they were whole, when they could move. They ached with the desire to unfurl wings they no longer had. Wings they never remembered having. 

Sometimes the whispers in their head told of a different time, showed them flashes of memories in their mind, shattered fragments of the past in their dreams. But every time, they felt nothing. They could not remember. The faces they saw were unfamiliar even though they knew they should feel something. They had thought that was the worst, having to watch memories but unable to feel or recognize anything. 

This though, these emotions they felt but couldn’t tie to a memory, the longing for things they didn’t remember, pain from wounds they didn’t know existed. This was infinitely worse.

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

ur like a 3 on the intimidating scale, just bc like, you have mischief vibes? like i'd absolutely believe you'd make a pact with some eldritch diety to cause chaos and mayhem in my life for funsies, but also like, you look like someone gave a teddy bear a knife. but like specifically a teddy bear with the >:3c face

I was gonna argue but yeah you know what that’s fair. This is me, huh 

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

therafofgod replied to your post: I’m trying to remember the DA elvish greeting but...

Anderan A'tishan

unfortunately the RAM in my brain for remembering that greeting has already been taken up by As-salāmu ʿalaykum. so as far as my brain cares, elves are muslim

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

🌶 listne. u know what u did. can u hear the gun cock behind u? brb.

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therafofgod replied to your post: 53 for all of your dnd beans?? I just lov spells...

“she doesnt have magic but she does have gun” i love Azrael “im a vampire but i still like guns” lastname

Some vampire: Azrael, you know that we can do magic right?

Azrael: Yeah w/e I’m going to spend my immortal life mastering Gun

Some vampire: Would your wife have approved of you using guns?

Azrael: My wife is the one who taught me how to make them

[bureauofbadass]

This might be a long shot, but I finally had to retire my BoB shirt because it was too worn out--would you ever consider putting the shop link back up for folks to purchase from?

So I (Kaitlyn/mice) think I could relaunch it. The issue is, I'm not sure I still have the art files anymore. I'm out of town at the moment, but I'm setting a reminder to look when I'm back. I, at least, have a solid guess which hard drive the files are probably on.

Stay tuned.