Too Pretty To Die

"Look at this profile. Isn't it incredible? I picture it in marble." indep. dorian pavus from dragon age: inquisition multiverse & multiship low/sporadic activity penned by jw, 18+ follows from justwanderingmuses ; est. apr 2020

[altuspavus]

smiles. imagine............... if i come back for realsies this time

[justwanderingmuses]

Haha.... comes back to tumblr.... tentatively...... and brings my ffxiv muses to my multi probably

[an-established-butt-dent]

Dorian Pavus, present age

Over a period of 10 years I imagine Dorian to have collected quite the library.

[larkoneironaut]

Sometimes Magister Dorian Pavus also needs a break from his duties, during which he thinks about those who mean the most to him

[altuspavus]

“I’m here to set things right. A l s o ? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult.”

※ 18+, semi-selective and low activity RP blog for Dorian Pavus

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[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY DORIAN PAVUS

ASSORTED DIALOGUE FROM DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION

what a perfect way to ruin our day.

so wonderful to see old friends.

perhaps we should search around a bit?

take that, you filth!

i could do this all day!

i’m too pretty to die!

and everything was perfectly serene until they disturbed the ancient altar.

just once, we should enter a cave and see normal-sized spiders.

is it me, or did the temperature plunge as we stepped inside?

kind of makes you want to retch, yes?

we’re going to get lost and starve to death, aren’t we.

where do you suppose those riddles lead?

i’m not made for the wilderness. i’m more taverns and big cities.

this place gives me a headache.

well… try not to touch it or anythng.

at least the walk back will be easier than the walk up.

that’s… depressing. i’m not sure why.

well, this is cheery.

what do they call this? a bog? lovely word.

i read somewhere you can sink into sand. just… whoop! down you go.

doesn’t seem to have harmed you.

does that noise ever stop?

thank you. that makes so much more sense now.

and here’s where the magic happens.

can we get away from the water? i’m feeling seasick already.

you can’t be serious.

they’re not harmful… i don’t think.

something doesn’t feel right.

if i had something to say, i’d say it.

i’d expect no less from a brutish thug.

when did i do that?

my reasons for being here are the same as yours, thank you.

you must be joking.

people who say that to me are usually wrong.

i didn’t like that life.

ah. that clearly worked out well.

it was fun to goad you. you get this little knot between your eyebrows.

i knew you’d come around.

i always smile. people like my smile.

i’m imagining what you would look like… in a dress.

how do you want to be remembered?

i’m curious about you.

i’m going to regret this, aren’t i?

sometimes… sometimes love isn’t enough.

never mind. forget i said anything.

watch where you’re pointing that thing!

i have no idea what you’re talking about.

discretion isn’t your thing, is it?

now we can live together in peace and harmony.

drinks and insults later?

i realize there’s more to you than that.

what’s this whole look of yours about?

for what it’s worth, i’m sorry.

you’re a special and unique snowflake. live the dream.

[fruitzbat]

i just got here but sincerely what is wrong with dorian pavus. he’s a necromancer. he helped invent time travel with his phd supervisor; this is never touched upon again. he comes out to you in front of his homophobic dad by going “sex. with men. ever heard of it”. he’s canonically so good at magic that he can keep up with god in conversation about it. constantly complains about the weather and all while he has one tit out at all times. his backstory is that he’s simultaneously a delinquent and a girlboss. he’s an alcoholic. his facial hair is completely fucking indefensible. h

[altuspavus]

Okay so I have to dust this blog off properly now don't I

[justwanderingmuses]

Barely even back (intending to actually respond to MONTHS OLD threads at some point) but ..... what if I finally have a muse from FFXIV.... what if it's Hythlodaeus......

[altuspavus]

tentatively....pokes the blog.....

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART SIX

leave us in peace and we shall leave you in kind.

cut the crap.

we just want to go home.

enough of this charade.

i'll not play pretend anymore.

you'll soon learn what it means to ally yourself with the likes of this garbage.

i'm free now, and i'm never going back.

fuck them.

felt good letting off a little steam.

if i burn any hotter, i might explode.

don't get too close until i've found a way to calm down.

it's a bit early to be getting into tragic backstories.

let's save the scar-show for later after we've worked up an appetite for tragedy.

in the grand scheme of things, i'm inconsequential [to her].

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

it had the makings of a good stage show, but i did not want to be one of the players.

torture, bloodsport? or perhaps just a good old-fashioned walloping?

you owe me nothing.

i could extort you, if that's what you want.

you're teasing me now.

ignorance is alive and well it seems.

don't make me get the wooden spoon.

you'd best have one hells of an apology for me.

if you think your precious little god holds any power here, you're in for a surprise.

do you treat all your guests so poorly?

i don't like busybodies.

you are as thick as they come.

are you telling me you made love to a goddess?

i shared a bed with a goddess and yet i wasn't satisfied.

shall i share the story behind it or would you rather head straight to its sordid finale?

how are you still alive?

we've come this far together and we'll continue on together.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i'll rip your spine out of your asshole.

i'll use your blood to spice my stew.

i'll keep you alive until i've sucked the marrow from your bones.

killing me is a waste of time.

you bastard, you ruined everything.

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

a slap is all you deserve.

a hag was never going to help you.

they don't help anyone but themselves.

that double-crossing, filthy, lying hag.

focus on the positive.

forgive the aroma.

perhaps that is why i have survived so long where more fearsome peers have not.

your loyalty is admirable but misplaced.

his kind have charm beyond our mortal means to resist.

who'd keep a secret like that from his friends?

you can't trust anyone these days.

even in the middle of nowhere, he can reach me.

why do you insist on exhuming the past?

people think the biggest threat to a vampire is a cleric with a stake.

they're scheming, paranoid, power-hungry beasts.

i am what i must be, says what i must be.

how does it feel to be a devil?

i can't tell if you're being silly or serious.

you have to admire the man's ambition.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

you kept me by your side despite the menace i am.

i learned quick how to stay alive.

to feel invincible again.

this isn't where i thought i'd end up.

maybe when this is all done, you can show me where you came from.

i'm not normally one to begrudge someone their secrets, but..

i'm already blessed to have you at my side.

don't you cut a fine figure.

i am not some lower city coinlad offering you a tumble.

there is nothing so depressing as learning one's true value.

i could use someone with your skills.

they're ravenous predators with fangs like daggers.

it's hardly an irrational fear to harbor.

you've been decent to me, so far.

everyone's got their own fears.

maybe that's what i like about you.

all of this was for nothing.

if you're here to help, get to the fight quickly.

gods, i thought you were one of those beasts.

i'm not chasing after it, if that's what you're thinking.

the little beast's charming once you get accustomed to the smell of rotting flesh.

[mystralweave]

*taps mic* this thing on? sorry for the accidental hiatus y'all, i should be back now

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@altuspavus

He snorts laughter, echoing so within this bear-smelling pocket; the cave wonderfully exhumed from the Inquisitor's hand in the aftways a'fore minding their backward steps, but the bones of its former supper still riddled and stained with old drool and its months-long offal.

Roland's nose doth curl with it, borne worse from the dampness of this torrential rain. "A panicked ride from the Giants what make 'rounds through that stone'd garden, the herds of brontos what graze directly beside the feet of those man-eating beasts? The skimpy lengths of the cliffs and scattered stones for cracking boulders?" And Roland laughs hard, ragged in his ruggedness of mud stains and dripping clothes, his satchel hanged like a pristine charm o'er one shoulder.

And yet he hums, and watches the beauteous rain through his dripping bangs. "Am I indeed tempted to sprint through that lightning to make merry within the rain, a cold and a sickening bone to be damned 'twards future Roland. Naught art thou too fond of the outdoors?" asks he, leaning against the side of the cavemouth; close enough to feel that cold, chilling spray. He beams.

[altuspavus]

The mere reminder through words alone of such things as cliffs and the risk of falling from great heights down to an inevitable death sends a chill to Dorian's very core. Yes, though the rain and the cave are dreadful enough, they could be in far more dire straits. Suddenly the cave seems to be almost an enviable vacation spot.

Even still, he glowers at his own thoroughly-soaked robes, grabbing some of the loose fabric in a pitiful and fruitless attempt to wring it dry. It has become painfully obvious to the mage that his present company does not share his same feelings towards and reservations against the weather which they are being tormented with.

"Should you decide to run out into the downpour, I won't be the one running after you to save you from any dangers which will befall you." It is a lie, of course, his heart too golden to allow someone dear to him to face risks without sufficient protection. Even if that risk is something as small as slipping and injuring himself in the mud brought about from the rain.

"Is it so obvious that I can't help but detest nature and all of its horrible whims which I'm far too frequently faced with now?"

[whalefelled]

“There are-” Bull confirms with a hum as he adjusts the Qunari sized blanket he had wrapped about Dorian. “You might owe me if I tell you where it is though,” The Iron Bull teased, flashing his teeth and wiggling his eyebrows at the mage mischievously.

Iron Bull, of course, meant to indulge and spoil Dorian as much as the other might allow as his payment in kind.

“I’m pretty easy to convince to share that particular secret with you though, Dorian.” he admitted leaning into Dorian once more, dropping his voice lower.

[altuspavus]

Dorian snuggled even further down into the fabric which absolutely threatened to swallow him whole. It would hardly be the worst way to go, he mused to himself, wrapped in a blanket that smelled of Bull while in the company of said Qunari. The only problem, truly, was their present location. Snow, truly, such a horrid invention of nature.

"Whatever could I do to repay you for such knowledge, hmm?" His voice was slightly muffled by the heavy fabric covering the lower portion of his face, but he was well enough spoken that he was sure his words were still understandable enough.

"Perhaps a promise that I would never visit such a place without a.... capable chaperone? One who has already proven himself to be so capable as to save me from the guaranteed death of freezing myself solid?" And though he tried to keep his tone light and teasing, his body shivered involuntarily — this time not from the cold surrounding them but rather the tone Bull's voice had taken on and the easily picked-up upon implications found in his words.

[altuspavus]

Dorian snuggled even further down into the fabric which absolutely threatened to swallow him whole. It would hardly be the worst way to go, he mused to himself, wrapped in a blanket that smelled of Bull while in the company of said Qunari. The only problem, truly, was their present location. Snow, truly, such a horrid invention of nature.

"Whatever could I do to repay you for such knowledge, hmm?" His voice was slightly muffled by the heavy fabric covering the lower portion of his face, but he was well enough spoken that he was sure his words were still understandable enough.

"Perhaps a promise that I would never visit such a place without a.... capable chaperone? One who has already proven himself to be so capable as to save me from the guaranteed death of freezing myself solid?" And though he tried to keep his tone light and teasing, his body shivered involuntarily — this time not from the cold surrounding them but rather the tone Bull's voice had taken on and the easily picked-up upon implications found in his words.

[ode-of-odr-archive]

Valor lingered at the surface. Raserei's blood still raging and perhaps the spirit felt it was easier for it's host to control that rage, that hunger for blood and flesh when it was was in control. Because while Valor knew no fear, it understood this gnawing hunger and rage if not contained would destroy him and Raserei both. What would be left in the ashes of that burnout would be terrifying to behold. An abomination of great power and destruction.

"You force spirits out of the fade and into corpses, yes, I am aware. I feel your pull when nearby. Nipping and snatching smaller spirits nearby one's without enough power to anchor down and refuse your demand." again there was no real inflection in the spirit's tone to indicate how it truly felt, if it did at all.

Valor looked Dorian over and those around them. Yes, this was going to be hard to explain. Avvar did not much care about spirits consentually merging with a mortal. But the nuance was lost on those not of the Avvar. Mostly.

There was a pull, something yanking at the spirit pulling it away. It was Raserei wanting control back because of worry of those around him. Those who will need explanation.

Valor faded, and also the transformation of the dragon's blood. Now standing before everyone was Raserei as they normally saw him.

"Well. Shit." was all the Vashoth could really say.

[altuspavus]

Dorian couldn't help himself, he grumbled quietly as a scowl took up residence on his face. Oh, if only his mother could see him now, could tell him off for scowling as he would develop wrinkles prematurely. Such things felt leagues away to the mage, now. If he lingered too long on such thoughts, an ache took up residence in his very core. How distracting, how irritating, how utterly time- and place-inappropriate.

Still, though, it did bother him, the implication that he manipulated spirits, forced or goaded them into his service. That he was no better than the worst of his fellow countrymen. It was untrue, of course, but he could hardly make the argument at that moment. There were too many nuances to explain, how he invited the spirits forth and never simply forced one to take control of a corpse or skeleton for his own bidding.

He tried his best to force his face back into something more neutral. Or, at least, into something that appeared solely to be disgust at whatever viscera was so unpleasantly decorating his attire at the present moment.

"That's a word for it," Dorian huffed, trying and failing to wipe the sticky substances off of his arm.

[mystralweave]

will be getting to proper writing and such later today or tomorrow — but i did also just update my super unused multimuse so that i can take a rather minor character in bg3 and make him my muse as well now (sebastian is mine larian you can't have him anymore) if anyone's interested