VALOR CORRUPT. Canon-divergent human dual-wielding warrior Hero of Ferelden. Written by Merc. Not an anti-hero, just not a very good hero. Heretic and savior all in one. Join us, Brothers and Sisters. Join us in the Shadows where we stand Vigilant. Maybe we'll have a party while we're here.
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I don’t want to interact with anyone under 21, sorry I’m old, find cooler friends.
Some stuff!
> No transphobia/homophobia/misogyny/racism/etc. It’s 2024. Act like a person. TERFs fuck off.
> I try not to post “political” things on my RP blog but where “political” intersects with “humanity” you’ll see some opinions from me. If that’s not your thing that’s fine, but that is what it is. Don’t complain at me about it, I will not change.
> I rant about game lore sometimes. If I happen to mention a character that you play, I’m not talking about your version I’m talking about how I see a character in my own view of the game.
> I tag my ooc as “I forgot my ooc tag”, I talk a lot block the tag if you don’t want to see it.
> I only write with mutuals, and with RP blogs. No personals. It’s not personal (lol) I just want to keep my dash good.
> That said, if I follow you it does not necessarily mean I need to write with you or that I’m waiting on a follow-back. Maybe I just like your writing or opinions and want to read stuff. It’s not a grating thing for me if there’s no follow back. If it does bother you, I encourage you to soft block me. And if I follow again, it’s not because I did it on purpose, it’s bc I went “oh I thought I followed them” and followed. If you do it twice I’ll probably definitely notice. I am not ever trying to press boundaries, I’m just forgetful. If you don’t follow me and I like some kind of starter or meme call on mobile that wasn’t meant for me, apologies. I try to double-check.
> I may block or soft block for many reasons. I’ve been in the DA fandom a lot of years and I’ve seen Some Stuff and there are things that I just prefer to not have in my orbit.
> If you see me rb or share something from a shitty person please let me know, I don’t spend much time on Tumblr outside of DARP so I’ll likely just kind of miss it if someone is horrible. I’ll try to do the same for others.
> I write a lot of fanfiction, so I’m not here for y’all to fulfill my fantasies. I just want to write with other people and have fun! So most of my blog “decisions” are subject to change, come plot with me I’m very flexible.
> I LOVE MULTI-WARDEN VERSES.
> I usually send multiple asks / memes when I submit, it’s not a demand that you answer all of them it’s so you have options. If you only answer one, or if you answer none, that’s fine. Nothing I send is a demand. It’s just an option.
> In kind I tried doing asks in a separate post and I'm old and hated it. You can always ask to turn an ask reply into a whole thread. But I'm gonna continue to answer asks in the ask format.
> If we’re mutuals you are always free to be like “hey merc can you send me some character questions” and I will do that because it is a thing I love doing. Request “no angst” specifically if that’s how you feel at that moment bc otherwise there’s gonna be angst. Sorry.
> RP is for fun. I’m old and I’m tired. Don’t be pushy about replies or ships or anything or whatever please.
> You can IM me or send me asks or contact me on Discord at merkality.
> My tags are very simple. NSFW is tagged with #nsfw tag. Triggers are tagged with #[thing] cw
He feels her press further against him and wraps his arm more tightly around her.
"It could have been something like 'Does my snoring bother you?' or 'Would you still love me if I were a mabari?'" he jokes, his tone light for a moment. Truthfully, however, his question had dissipated with any urgency as soon as she'd snuggled closer to him and entwined their fingers. It didn't much matter anymore, just the feeling of her against him.
He settled a little more deeply, running his free hand through her hair and bringing their held hands up to kiss hers. "I know, though. How it feels. I'm yours too."
"You might snore slightly less if you were a mabari," she estimates, grinning as his lips grace her hand.
Her grip on his hand strengthens, and she bends them to her own lips so she might kiss each of his fingers in turn. He's so cute when he's flustered, and she cannot resist looking up at him with warm eyes.
"But you'd drool more. And I don't think I have enough nightgowns for that."
"That's not - " Alistair stops and takes a deep breath, tilting his back so he can close his eyes and focus on his breathing for just a moment before turning his attention back to her.
"You knew what i needed," he tells her emphatically, though there's no heat in the statement. "You can't kill a father but he killed mine. Right before my eyes. You knew that and you still spared him - rewarded him for it." Alistair grits his teeth, the anger still fresh he no longer seethes with it. "I was so angry about it. I'm still so angry. But I - I didn't know what losing you would feel like then. I didn't know how much more that would hurt."
He scrubs a hand over his face, his other arm still wrapped around himself. "Everything still feels so raw. But I care about you too, and I don't - Losing you is still the worst part."
Inara shifts slightly, and though she frowns it is a soft expression.
"Loghain did not kill Duncan, Alistair. The darkspawn did. Cailan did," Inara says softly, though she knows that it might make him turn away from her again. "I know that you can't see it the way that I did. That I do. I know that it hurts. But I..."
Her head tilts to the side as her eyes search his face. A face she'd resigned to never seeing again. A face she'd thought had turned from her once and for all.
"Every hurt, I would sacrifice for you. But I can not change who I am. I am only human. Even if I never apologize for Loghain, do your feelings remain?"
Shiny boy? He grinned at her, not complaining about his new nickname, fitting perhaps, it definitely wasn't the worst thing he'd been called, though it was perhaps more impressive how she finished both of their glasses, earning a chuckle from him as she put her hand in his.
Dorian pulled her up from her seat, "good, nothing like the dance-floor for a private conversation," he told her as he led her there. People couldn't listen in when you moved out of their way, and they moved out of yours, but he had saved her from a horribly dull conversation, and a smelly one at that.
Once out there he stepped closer, a hand on her waist at an appropriate height. "I know you're good at leading, but unless you want people to gossip I hope you can follow as well," he continued, and it took him a moment to listen in and find the rhythm before he started leading.
"I'm great at following. I'm what you might call a switch," she says as her arm hooks a little tighter over his shoulder. "At least, with the right leader. But don't be too soft with me, Shiny. Otherwise I'll take over."
In truth, she enjoyed dancing very much. Nathaniel was always consumed with the steps being just so, and she didn't like that. But with a partner who gave her the room to sway, well. The fabric flowing off her hips, the music fueling the twirl of her hair. It felt... nice.
She could almost ignore the nobles all around them.
"So what thrilling conversation do you have to offer me, hm? I'm sure you don't just want to spin and help me ogle new lovers."
The response is quick, at least, so he at least doesn't have to be quite so embarrassed for his palace's lack of security. Two large armored soldiers are standing before them in just moments, and Alistair feels himself scowling further.
"We'll need a lock up for this one here," he commanded, making sure to keep his eyes on Inara as he spoke. "Nothing in the basements, but she isn't to leave."
He hates this. He hates so much that he's somehow become somebody some of his closest companions can no longer apparently trust, and he's not sure why or how. It makes him feel more alone than he's felt in a long time, and the feeling settles uncomfortably in his chest. "And find my scribe. I'm going to need to reach out to the Inquisition and find out why we're receiving acts of aggression."
He says it pointedly as he watches her, lips still downturned.
She averts her eyes from him, keeps her head up as her gaze finds something, anything in the walls that she might pretend is interesting. What he wants is a reaction, she suspects. What he wants is for her to bargain, or try to buy her way out of it. But she's sat in cells for less. She will be fine.
She sighs a little as the guards grab her, one at each arm, and forces herself to relax. She could run. That might be amusing. But ultimately, it will not serve either of them.
She lifts her hands, drops the soapy rag to show she has nothing in her fingers. Nothing to hide.
Alistair wants to comment that there's no flattery involved in truth, but her mouth is on him before he can speak and the words dissolve into a strangled groan instead.
Heat and wetness and suction make his hips jerk involuntarily, and he has to grip her thights harder to steady himself.
He hears her murmur something, soft words that he can't quite make out over the blood pounding in his hears and the overwhelming sensation of her lips and tongue working over him. It sounds important - he can just catch the tender tones of her voice - but he doesn't have the wherewithal to even acknowledge that she spoke.
Instead he lifts his head to bury his face between her thighs, his tongue finding her slick heat and tasting her properly for the first time. The taste of her is exquisite - something tangy but sweet, warm in a way that makes him crave more. He moans at the first taste, and thankfully the sound is muffled in its desperation.
Lips wrap around her clit to suck briefly before pulling away so that his tongue can delve between her own lips again. Alistair's hands come up further to grip her around her ass, pulling her down more firmly despite her careful hovering. He wants more of her. He wants to drown in her taste and scent and pleasure even as she works him the same from above.
She cannot help but falter just a little, though she intends to suck him all the way into the back of her throat. It feels so good. Not just physically, but... something more. Something she has not come to associate with sex, in her past.
It's like... trust. Like... something more. It makes her shudder, inside and out.
It scares her.
But it's hard to be scared too long with such a wonderful cock in her mouth, salty precum dribbling. And she turns herself into enjoying it, savoring it as his head slides over her tongue and her fingers squeeze at the base of him.
He smells... divine. His skin is smooth and soft and warm, and trembles so nicely. His cock feels good. Beneath her fingers. Atop her tongue. As her curled tongue presses into his tip, she pictures everything that could be in a flash. His cum down her throat, his child in her stomach. She's... enamored by it. What could be. What might come.
But first, she supposes, he needs to cum. Her fingers slick up as her lips sink down over him, and she hopes that she is on the right path.
Another night of no sleep. The sun sickness is eating me up. Its on my arms now too. 😭 But I'm having trouble convincing myself it's okay to call in again
I called in sick to work but it is unfortunately because I'm sick and my body feels as if it is on fire. Hopefully I'll feel better at some point today
I called in sick to work but it is unfortunately because I'm sick and my body feels as if it is on fire. Hopefully I'll feel better at some point today
