#totyranny

[relentlessgrief]

Give me one of your spare bones, please and thank you.

"There are no such things as spare bones, Enver. Each one has a function, and exists for a reason."

"What you are asking is for me to sacrifice a bone for you."

@totyranny

[fiendishfinesse]

Anonymous? No.

I want to cut you off at the knees and then shove your own legs down your throat.

Yours In Faith, Lord Enver Gortash

Tell my muse what you want to do to them on anon or not.

Ah, Enver. My prodigal impulse buy son. You always did have a flair for the dramatic, didn't you? One might think you're trying to impress someone. Or compensate.

But tell me, dear boy, have you forgotten who taught you to walk?

Yours in sin, Raphael.

[devi1ishdetails]

throws a bigger fucking rock

"You know what? I'm taking your rocks away. No more rocks."

[unagreeablegirl]

immediately sentenced to death by 10000000 arrows to the face.

[thxwxlf]

🍒 + circlefled / duete (wherever tf simon is)

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

Simon and all 500 of his blogs /j

I love SImon, I think he's so fucking cool and I'm glad he made that server where I got to meet him and everyone else. He writes all of his characters on point and captures each and every one of their personalities amazingly. The Miracle and Illario are def my faves so like, I gotta give them both smooches forever and always

@circlefled / @1sttalon / @duete / @axquitas / @mournraised / @hewanders / @totyranny

[saccageurs]

throws a rock at his face

wait no i didnt mean it

[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.

[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."