Bianca, you minx. That was beautiful!

"Me? Please, I'm just a storyteller with a penchant for mischief. A businessman, if you will, but perhaps not the kind you're used to. You see, there's a fine line between being a criminal, and running a business. That's a line I like to skip over at least once a week." [Independent Varric Tethras roleplay blog. Formerly silvertonguecunningwit. Please read rules. Icons of Nicolaj Coster-Waldau by maimedlion. ]

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

Someone should let Varric lay his head in their lap while he goes over his latest manuscript and tries not to scream....

[rlmjob]

“you always have to be right dont you??”

well im not gonna fucking argue about something if I think im wrong so yeah

[hawkesvarric]

[emmavakarian-theirin]

–> this user still supports bioware and what’s to come from them <–

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

World building

B A S I C S

full name: Varric Tethras

gender: Male

sexuality: heterosexual

pronouns: He/Him

age: 40

race: Dwarf

class: Rogue

O T H E R S

family: Andvar Tethras (father, deceased), Ilsa Tethras (mother, deceased), Bartrand Tethras (brother,

birthplace: Kirkwall, in the Free Marches

job: Author, spy, bard, businessman, informant, etc.

phobias: becoming his parents.

guilty pleasures: any book by Brother Genitivi, aged cheese, a good Antivan wine

hobbies: writing, bullshitting

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Chaotic Good

sins: Desire / Despair / Envy / Fear / Hunger / Pride / Rage / Sloth

virtues: Charity / Chastity / Diligence / Humility / Justice / Kindness / Patience

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close minded / open-minded

calm / anxious

disagreeable / agreeable

cautious / reckless

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower

empathetic / unemphatic

optimistic / pessimistic

traditional / modern

hard-working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Hawke x Varric , Varric x happiness

Acceptable ships: Quizzie x Varric, Harding x Varric

ot3: n/a

brotp: Bull x Varric , Bianca(crossbow) x Varric

notp: Bianca(dwarf) x Varric, Cassandra x Varric

Tagged: @crimebosscadash

Tagging: anyone. Everyone? Anyone.

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

Popping back on Max. I'm also playing DA (Tal-Vashoth Inquisitor) so, I'll be slow, but... hit me up on D¡scord (@Raptor#1104), we can talk shit there. ^^

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

🗑

Send 🗑 to find a letter in my Muses garbage addressed to yours!

@xchampionxthxjustCurly, Hey, no hard feelings about the other night, right? Full disclosure, I didn't think clothing was going to get involved, but Ruffles seems to take things further than I thought. It's something to keep in mind for next time, I assure you I won't soon forget. Don't let that deter you from playing with us more, Commander, most of us don't bite. We might not have gotten to know one another in Kirkwall, what with some of my friends having been mages and all, but I enjoy what little company we keep, Curly. Keep me posted.

The letter ends there, but is still crumpled in a heap atop his rubbish bin. There's at least one more there starting in a similar fashion, but no more after that.

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

🗑

Send 🗑 to find a letter in my Muses garbage addressed to yours!

@foppishdandySparkler,Found a good bottle of Antivan while on the road out here, and we've got a couple of good stories to share when I get back. Shit. You won't believe the crap that's going on. Again. Sand dragons, a massive vault that is apparently what those shards are for, giants and an oasis that none of us quite trust... This shit makes me miss Kirkwall, and I'm not talking the comfy, quiet Kirkwall I grew up with. Hawke Kirkwall made more sense than this. I really don't know what to do with this shit, Sparkler.

The note is crumpled up at the bottom of Varric's pack, where it pretty much lives for most of the rest of their journey.

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

🗑

Send 🗑 to find a letter in my Muses garbage addressed to yours!

@nyssatrevelyanNys,Shit, you should see the chaos here when you’re gone. It’s like someone left ones of those giant nugs out and loose, and people are trying to catch it. And it’s invisible. And probably ate something unpleasant. Anyway, hurry back. Skyhold needs you, you know.

The rest of the letter is struck out with thick black lines and angry blotches, and it had been crumpled and discarded deep inside his rubbish bin.

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

Should I answer asks that have been in my box a year? Or should I answer asks that have been in my box a year?

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

I'm still super impressed that people are still consistently following this blog. It warms my cold little heart. <3

[kavtari]

Reblog if you RP using Discord

Message me if you’d like my username.

[pxperhearts]

cunningstoryteller

There was a moment of tension, and Varric sighed into his drink as he dipped the tankard back, finishing his ale. He smirked back at the woman.

His look faltered when her hand reached across his shoulders, and he stuffed a shudder at the simple touch. He scolded himself silently, shed touching him often enough that his reaction was bizarre. “I suppose I should respond in kind, right? Fuel their little game just a little more.” His hand slipped under the table, his hand resting gently on her thigh. He’d definitely give them something to talk about, alright.

And perhaps something for him to berate himself for later.

Kaitlyn inhaled softly, steadying herself as his hand rested heavy on her thigh. Maker save her. Her hand began to play along his neck, stray hairs curling through her fingers.

“Their little betting pool is going to be thrown off entirely,” she murmured, the words coming out a little lower than she meant for them to. Her leg lifted, hovering closer toward him and allowing his hand to move along it as he pleased. “Thinking we’d get together, that’s… “ silly, is what she meant to say, but her eyes had found his and the words failed her. Maybe he’d finish it for her, confirm what she was thinking. This would never happen. 

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

Her fingers curling through his hair felt fantastic, and he forced a straight face as he tried in vain not to think about it. He grit his teeth, forcing a smile before pulling his empty tankard back to his lips.

Oh, he was done for.

"I hope so. Betting on our lives..." He trails off, her movements hiking his hand up a little higher. Varric paused, keeping a calm look to his features, his eyebrow raising in a silent question. Two could play that game. He grabbed her hip opposite him and lifted her, pulling her into his lap, her legs now on either side of him. "It's ridiculous." He breathed, catching her blue eyes and smirking just a little. Hiding the jump in his throat with a squeezs the hand still at her hip.

[pxperhearts]

cunningstoryteller

@pxperhearts from ask

He’d had more ale than she had, but his tolerance was higher, either due to his race, his weight, or both. His tongue was far tighter than Kait’s, but that was far too often the case when one got her drinking. She wasn’t sloppy by any means, but much more open to talking about things that might otherwise bother her. It was how he got a good many of her stories when they weren’t together. A tighter tongue didn’t mean, of course, that honest truths didn’t slip out from time to time. But, it never hurt to be honest with your best friend, right?

He hid the slight jump in his heartbeat when she nudged him with her elbow, and he smiled mischievously back at his partner in crime. “Ah, my dear Kaitlyn. Now why would I throw away a perfectly good scheme? We got to give them a little hope, right?” He wagged his brows, and returned to his tankard. Of course, private thoughts clearly felt something more than friendship .

But I don’t need that hope, she thought while at the same time craving it. Especially when they were so close. At this distance, she could feel his warmth radiating toward her. 

“Something to string them along,” she asked jokingly. “What do you think they would make of me doing this?” Her hand rested on his shoulder then slid up and over, traveling along the curve of his frame until her hand rested on his neck. Sitting down, there wasn’t too much difference in their height, but she still leaned over. Across the room, she was sure their friends were watching, or at least taking note.

It was all a game, right?

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

There was a moment of tension, and Varric sighed into his drink as he dipped the tankard back, finishing his ale. He smirked back at the woman.

His look faltered when her hand reached across his shoulders, and he stuffed a shudder at the simple touch. He scolded himself silently, shed touching him often enough that his reaction was bizarre. "I suppose I should respond in kind, right? Fuel their little game just a little more." His hand slipped under the table, his hand resting gently on her thigh. He'd definitely give them something to talk about, alright.

And perhaps something for him to berate himself for later.

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

[silvertonguecunningwit-blog]

@pxperhearts from ask

He’d had more ale than she had, but his tolerance was higher, either due to his race, his weight, or both. His tongue was far tighter than Kait’s, but that was far too often the case when one got her drinking. She wasn’t sloppy by any means, but much more open to talking about things that might otherwise bother her. It was how he got a good many of her stories when they weren’t together. A tighter tongue didn’t mean, of course, that honest truths didn’t slip out from time to time. But, it never hurt to be honest with your best friend, right?

He hid the slight jump in his heartbeat when she nudged him with her elbow, and he smiled mischievously back at his partner in crime. “Ah, my dear Kaitlyn. Now why would I throw away a perfectly good scheme? We got to give them a little hope, right?” He wagged his brows, and returned to his tankard. Of course, private thoughts clearly felt something more than friendship .

[dacadaca]

vawke commission i did for khemi! thank you so much!!