#totyranny

[relentlessgrief]

BALDUR'S GATE IS UNFAIR! GORTASH IS IN THERE! STANDING AT THE CONCESSION! PLOTTING HIS OPPRESSION!

[unagreeablegirl]

immediately sentenced to death by 10000000 arrows to the face.

[freedomscall]

@totyranny | inquis!anders starters

❝ TYPICALLY visitors don't go about wandering the depths of the fortress, you know. Much less foreign mages whose arrival already has several of my men up in arms. ❞ Voice echoes in dusty corridor, another length of Skyhold's underbelly left mostly unoccupied and unexplored. It is a curious thing, the sensations the mage feels: the continuous sparks of pain in left palm, the disbelief that still lingers in him as body trails after familiar stranger in their request to come with them for just a moment, the anger of it all that still pulses in his chest of being tricked in such a way. To know now what it feels like to grieve for that which you thought dead only for it suddenly enter your life again with no pleasing explanation.

❝ In fact, most like to stay well above ground. But you never were that sort, were you ENVER? ❞ Anders could still remember, as how could he not, being dragged by the other's hand--- down into the maze of tunnels beneath Kirkwall through sheer whim alone. He supposed this was much the same, though with potentially much less serious consequences... Depending, of course.

His joints would have much more preferred just sitting down to talk.

[rubistella]

' tell me, does the blood taste differently depending on the god? bhaalists, probably, they are what they eat and that tends to be corpses. but what about other gods? does worship change the flavour? '

@totyranny || unprompted

“Do you honestly think I’d waste my time asking someone’s religion before sinking my teeth into them?”  How dreadfully anticlimactic that would be. “I honestly couldn’t care less about such things.” 

And yet, Gortash’s musings had a way of rooting themselves in Astarion’s mind. Shadowheart’s blood, with its subtle sweetness, the Dark Urge’s, viscous and heady. Creed or kind, species or sacrament… was it their god or their very nature shaping the taste?

Astarion’s lips curved, the thought twisting into curiosity.

“I have, however, noticed a few delightful little nuances. Blood types, for one. Each with their own quality.” Pale fingers twitched, as though tracing the veins of memory. “Hydration, now that makes a difference. You’d be surprised with what a few extra sips of water can do for the flavour. Blood’s far less... sludgy when they’re diligent about it.”

Leaning back into his seat, Astarion recounted the memory as if speaking of fine wine pairings.

“Herbal remedies, though? Eugh, those tend to leave an absolutely vile taste behind. It’s like licking the bottom of an apothecary’s cupboard.” People really ought to consider their diets more carefully, the vampire thought.

And the Bhaalists? Astarion spared a glance toward their favourite draconic murder machine. “Well, as far as the blood of divine cultists goes, I’ve only had the pleasure of tasting that one.” Canting his head sideways a touch, crimsons narrowed in playful scrutiny. “Either he hasn’t been near a corpse in a while, or cannibalism does surprisingly little to alter the flavour. Curious, isn’t it?”

[idolbound]

Idk if there's a specific reason that were telling you you're amazing but I'm down.

You are fucking amazing, the love and care that you put into building up this powerhouse wlw asshat is unparalleled. Every single time you post a thought, theory, or headcanon I'm beyond thrilled to read it.

When I came back to the rp sphere and da rp in general I knew there would be a lot of dead blogs and people I would miss seeing around, your blog was on that list and I was SO happy to see you around and still kicking ass.

Overall 10000 / 10, im rooting for you in the corner while trying to think of a way to clink our muses together like haunted antique porcelain dolls.

@totyranny hello hi! It was kind of part of the @darpadvent2024 event which is run by the wonderful @valorcorrupt !! but also I've been sending out things to everyone on my dash just because.

Gosh, this is so nice, I truly am glad y'all enjoy my insanity and essay writing on Meredith!! It's so nice to have this community and so many different muses in it.

Please, I DO have a baldur's gate verse - it's not fully fleshed out since I haven't done much in her PT but she is a lawful evil oathbreaker paladin who will be stanning the Absolute so, there's plenty of options!!

[archonoclasm]

@totyranny asked: ❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: still accepting.

"I always have something to say. It's what makes me so popular at parties," Dorian replies, the pluck in voice so painfully exasperating. He should school himself a little, better to knot his pretty tongue like some cherry gone cantankerous with a willful stem. He'd delight in it, too, should ever this nudnik suggest as much. Think: Pondering on my tongue that imaginatively, are you? he'd jest. Huff. I'm impressed, but you've always (repeat, always) thought yourself a visionary.

Dorian's a bloody menace. Dorian's more thorn on his gentler days. Moving, the mage thumbs his chin for some scholarly affectation. Yet, vexing, of course, is where he lands. "You'll have to be far more specific, I'm afraid. Are you perhaps referring to the knot in my sculpted brow, or to the inquisitive line in my tensing jaw? The former suggests I'm thinking seriously of supper. On the other hand, the latter illustrates how I'm weary of you."

[devi1ishdetails]

@totyranny ;; a letter

I hope this letter finds you well. It would be regrettable if we were fated to share in life's difficulties simultaneously.

As I'm sure you're aware, the situation between the Inquisition, Ferelden and Orlais has reached a boiling point. They've decided a meet is required. In summoning me, they dare to voice their thoughts: my Inquisition is no longer needed. The world is saved. Our purpose is resolved; and the army sitting at their border is a terror, not aid.

Their claims vex me. The rift is closed, yes. If the world was as small as one tear in the sky Thedas would be whole and I would be its savior. But things are never that simple. Stability and tyranny are two sides of humanity that never disappear. I do not wish to be swept up by squabbles I could just as easily end with hushed whispers or a militant fist. There are matters that need attending and my resources remain superior.

I do not mean to insult your intelligence by rehashing the simple politics of the South. Perhaps that is not charitable to my neighbors, but charitably is lacking as of late and I cannot bring myself to mince words.

Ferelden is openly our opposition. They wish to see us disbanded and my contributions to this world forgotten.

Orlais remains defferent. Choosing the course of their monarchy is hard to forget, it seems. My intelligence says their opposition to the Inquisition is minimal, although in the right circumstances that could change.

I won't be coy. Holding firm to my convictions will start a war.

I begin my journey to the Winter Palace at sunrise. The closer I get to leaving, the more this letter becomes necessary. I won't sleep knowing I didn't ask.

Your resources are formidable. Anything within your power to stop this, I'd like you to do it. The Inquisition cannot end here. There is something brewing. You may laugh, but the air has changed, and I can't put my finger on it. The unknown cannot be left to leaders who cannot look in, let alone out.

I trust you'll hold this letter to your heart. Playing it safe will be required. No one can know this resistance comes from me.

I ask this of you as not only allies but friends. I know of your ambition, and I would do the same in return.

Warmest Regards,

P.S.

Josephine told me I wasn't allowed to open a formal request for aid with Darling. I'm sure you understand, no offense was intended, business and pleasure and such.

[azzagrazt]

@totyranny rolled 64 for a Spotify wrapped starter — Burn Your Village, Kiki Rockwell

Deep within Wyrm’s Rock, a mirror was doing something it should not have been. Basic principles of light and reflection should have mandated that the polished glass simply reflect the room back to itself, as mirrors were known to do, but its surface had gone strangely dark and murky like the harbor waters at night. It was a dark darker than dark, that seemed not to reflect but consume the light around it, and only when the very newly-coronated Archduke of Baldur’s Gate entered his office would it change.

          Graz’zt seemed to dissolve out of that blackness, eyes glowing and his face marked by a lazy grin.

          “You are very good, Your Grace.” The honorific was not quite a sneer; the man had earned it in spades for being clever and bold enough to claim it, but the question wasn’t in the claiming. It was the keeping, and that was going to prove much harder. It always did when gods and monsters were concerned, and Enver Gortash had entangled himself thoroughly with both. The Brain was stirring, and he was losing control.

          “But your grasp on the situation is… slipping. And you are running out of time.”

          The Prince disappeared from the surface of the mirror, and then there was Luz in the flesh, emerging from an inky corner in black silk and fine leather boots. Two different faces, but the same eyes—the same smug, unbothered smile.

          “As much as playing the hero suits you… three days. Three days is all it will take to untangle everything you’ve worked for. And your Lord leaves you scrambling like a rat in the dark while the Temple of Bhaal collapses on itself.” Thorm dead, Orin now followed. It would be Gortash they came for next, but he already knew that.

          “Whatever could your plan be?”

[relentlessgrief]

Proceeds to pick up @silvertiefling and @totyranny by the scruffs of their necks.

[freedomscall]

@totyranny

Drops a small orange and black kitten into the man's lap as soon as he looks away.

He'd been wanting another cat. For years, even, with little luck. Not that there was a lack of trying on his part, of course, Anders having set out Maker knows how many dishes of milk over the time he'd spent in Kirkwall with the hopes of attracting one. He had even been known to scour the Lowtown Market looking for strays, especially when Merrill would let him know she's seen one, yet still they would allude him. And after a certain point… it became easy to give up on the idea even if he'd continue setting out saucers. To simply just focus his attention else where: on writing his manifesto, on tending to his patients, on dealing with whatever messes Hawke pulled him into, and on eventually taking in a very different type of stray.

Enver certainly wasn't a wayward kitten that looked up at him with big, sad eyes that just begged to be taken home, but he WAS just as pitiful and scrawny as one when Anders first came across him. Thus it was only second nature for the mage to offer the young man respite in his clinic, to shelter and feed and tend to and watch over as they slowly regained their health. Then, as a reward, got to see the other mage well enough to become a little terror: hiding away in places Anders couldn't find him, getting into things he shouldn't, and antagonizing Templars. (Strangely close enough to having a cat though, if the healer allowed himself to think on it.)

It isn't surprising to find that Enver had snuck something into the clinic right under his nose. But what is surprising is just what it was. That and that he had managed to hold it close and still enough to not attract the mage's attention and ruin the surprise until the time was right, without it making a single sound. The pair had been seated somewhat close, after all, Anders rambling on about some subject that would suddenly become irrelevant over one of his grimores--- his full attention on that of the other only for the brunet to mention and point to a passage in the tome, purposely adverting Anders' focus for a moment long enough to deposit a near weightless kitten into his lap. A kitten that immediately afterwards would let out the loudest mewl upon being freed.

❝ I--- W-what? ❞ Strange stutter and stop, Anders peering down and into the face of the tiny calico before attention once more turns to what could only be the source of the small creature. For once the mage appeared to be at a lost for words, awed and stupefied in a way, but not for very long as a hand moves so that he could pet at soft fur.

❝ You brought me a CAT? ❞ He totally didn't look like he was so happy he could cry.

[postmortiem]

SPOTIFY WRAPPED starters

@totyranny : 23

       ❝  Where  we're  going,  we  don't  need  glue. ❞       At  least  not  your  everyday-baby-crafting-glue.  HAH   !   He  looked  a  little  like  these  kids  eating  that  stuff  religiously.  Opening  her  mouth  but  stopping  herself  before  words  stumbled  out  of  her  mouth.  Better  keep  that  for  yourself  for  now.     ❝ UnLESS  you  have  a  spare  bottle  of  bone-glue  at  your  quarters   ?   (  Never  mind,  why  would  you  have  that.  ) ❞

Was  rearranging  animal  skeletons  together  a  good  bonding  activity   ?   Kiki  herself  would  enjoy  the  sentiment  greatly,  should  anyone  invite  her.     ❝ .  .  .  Or  are  you  one  of  these  people  who  like  to  go  grab  a  drink   &   talk  about  their  exes  all  night  long   ? ❞

ෆ Gift Horse — IDLES

[deathratled]

🌿

He doesn't notice the little plant at first, his eye instead fixed on the lord himself seemingly leaving Wyrms Rock. Gods, he'd just wanted a moment of peace outside this blasted city hellscape.

"I wasn't intending a visit, I know better than to show up empty handed." He starts with, recalling Gortash's words regarding the party's little alliance against the shapeshifter.

"We wanted..." His voice trails off as he cocks an eyebrow at the other man, following his gaze upward to... oh.

He wants to roll his eyes, as he regards the mistletoe. "Your steel knights won't behead me for touching their master?" He can't deny the hint of amusement at the thought of kissing Gortash of all people. He'd kissed plenty of people that he'd ended up stabbing later, after all.

"In that case, in the name of... tradition." The cleric would step forward, pressing his lips to the newly appointed dukes.

Just another meaningless kiss to throw into the pile, but at least he'd have the bragging rights to say he'd kissed the chosen of a god.

[nobodyexpectsthe]

spotify wrapped starters: 71, the other side - greatest showman

Were they not so desperate, were their need not so great, the first shipment of armaments would have been turned right back and returned to their generous benefactor. Though the Inquisitor is new to the ways of human nobility, he is no fool. He did not need Vivienne in his ear, breathing caution, to recognize someone using their cause to uplift their own standing.

Creators knew he had enough of those begging for his eye in the hold already.

Yet they were not in a position to decline any aide. Not when getting help from Ferelden and Orlais was like pulling teeth. Entrapped as Lord Enver Gortash's aid was, it was still aid. He told himself they would deal with the strings when they decided to pull taunt.

"Ser Gortash?" The name comes out as more of a question than he intends it to. A sideways glance is cast to the attendant as if to confirm the identity of the man before him. "... My apologies, I did not realize you were set to arrive today."

Or at all. Never could he have imagined that the request to visit would be made good on. He had asked, of course, but nearly all of their benefactors would as a courtesy. Then they would send an envoy, pat themselves on the back for their good deed, and return to however it was they filled their days.

The elf's smile is calm and courtly as he rises from his throne, not a whit of the unease he feels with any who hail from Tevinter slipping through the cracks.

"Skyhold welcomes you, friend. Please allow me to show you the grounds."

[veilblade]

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

@totyranny

It felt like she was glaring at that stupid plant for minutes on end, hoping to glare it out of existence. Not that Enver was... bad to look at, because he was not! It was just... well, she was not sure what it was. The smug stupid face of his? Maybe. A quiet whine of protest in her throat followed as she warred with herself how to proceed or if she even should... Yes, she should. She could not have anyone think her a coward for backing out of this! Besides, he wasn't... too bad...

Raena decided now was the time. She stepped up onto her tiptoes, a hand placed to his stubbled jaw to still him, whilst she pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth-- unintentionally, her aim had been a little off.

[saccageurs]

👀

send 👀 or ( ‘EYES’ ) if you want to know how I see our muses interacting or how they could interact in the future. bold all that definitely/currently applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Kiss/Make out: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Have drinks with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Have dinner with/cook with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Do a heist with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Make a mixtape for: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Resolve a mystery with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

[archonoclasm]

@totyranny asked: for some reason , you're involved . so be involved . / 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑅𝑌 ⅋ 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: still accepting.

That is as bare a call to action as ever he's heard it. After all, Gortash is a thinker, a careful man WHOSE words out his mouth always scrupulously chosen. They've been trading quips for ages, Dorian never once offering a scant crumb of trust, and maybe, just maybe, this man's close to snapping.

—of course, that Dorian thrills at all says more than a little.

"Can you blame me? Whenever the matter involves you, I can't seem to help myself," the shamed altus returns with daring. It's true. Tirelessly digging his nose into a soon-magister's requests? At this point, it's him, not Leliana, that's ought to play his shadow. But imagine how how miserable it'd be following in the drip of whatever sordid dealings this schemer pursues? Dorian's very much not reading his very open book. Sights on the ink, his utter attention lays regrettably (very much) stolen. "All that remains now is to determine just how entangled you want me. I can be thorough."