#tryvyalsynnes

[gallusrostromegalus]

Hi! I just read what you wrote about people with inactive urls and lots of side blogs being banned/suspended? I need you to please share more about this and what is happening, if you would be so kind? I am one of Tumblr's many roleplayers, our community has a lot of blogs and side blogs and urls per person, sometimes one blog or sideblog for each muse we RP and this is very concerning news for us.

@stupidsexygiskard AKA Glumshoe had about 12 blogs of varying acitivty levels- from some that only had drafts saved to their main with +30K followers, and yesterday all but a few of thier blogs were shut down and deleted with no warning, and they have been unable to contact @staff about getting any of them restored.

My guess is that this is related to the Woody’s Roundup communtiy anti-trolling effort last year where people would sieze and hoard the URLs of the nastier blogs on this site in an effort to bully them off. Recently another very popular blog- the Aquafresh parody blog and one of the lead members of the Woody’s Roundup group- was booted off the site with a similar lack of warning and has not been able to restore their blog either.

This could also be an anti-bot measure gone sideways, but the inability to use the Support email system has been very disturbing.  Right now, I’d advise saving as much of your data as possible and consider moving your RPs to different sites like Discord.  Remember to continue to regularly back up your data! 

I am disabled and use the audience I’ve built storytelling on this site as my primary means of income since I can’t work conventional jobs.   If something were to happen to my main, I’d be up shit creek, so I am extremely not thrilled with this turn of events.

Other places to find me if things get wierd:

Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/gallusrostromegalus

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CryptidChicken

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gallusrostromegalus/?hl=en (it’s mostly food ngl, I’m gonna work on that)

Pillowfort: https://www.pillowfort.social/Gallusrostromegalus

#Tumblr #again with this nonsense #tryvyalsynnes

[midnightprelude]

@tryvyalsynnes

The Free Marches were very much like Ferelden, albeit soggier, drearier, and altogether more miserable. Dorian spent much of his days by the fire, trying to keep his hands warm and his socks as dry as possible. Conversation with the slavers he was accompanying was as dull and vulgar as would be expected, mostly about whoring and killing, not that Dorian judged terribly harshly—he’d done his fair share of both—but these men found a way to make the most sensual and gruesome things sound mundane. Besides, he’d eat his own boots, buckles and all if even half of the stories they told were true.

It was be springtime in Tevinter, flowers blooming, birds singing, people wearing even less clothing than they had in the past few months… And instead he was trekking around in the middle of nowhere, no silks, no wine, no comforts to speak of. He’d filled his flask with brandy at the last inn they passed through for supplies, but the last drops were long gone, disappearing quickly during a particularly ribald and far-fetched tale of a drunken dwarven maid and her seven brothers. Dorian was thankful he couldn’t remember much more than that. He couldn’t even say whether it was a tale primarily about whoring or killing, but it had in all likelihood been an unpleasant mixture of both.

Next time, he promised himself, we’ll have Mae wandering the armpit of Thedas and I’ll stay behind, eating grapes and chocolates and complaining about the Minrathous humidity.

The thought of Maevaris Tilani forsaking her ball gowns for riding leathers was almost enough to bring a smile to his face. Almost. It was an important mission, trying to discover the routes the slave trade in the Marches were taking, but it was an irritating one. They’d lost nearly a dozen spies, butchered with the rest of the caravans, before Mae had decided one of their own needed to finish the job. A Magister wouldn’t be so easy to kill.

That night there was arguing. A few of the brutes had gone missing—likely wandered off for a piss and gotten mauled by a bear or found their way into and were abruptly kicked out of a brothel—but it had set the rest of the men on edge. Dorian wasn’t particularly phased. They tried to get him to intervene, to go check the woods after night had fallen, but he waved them off. He was there to protect the ‘merchandise’ as they so lovingly termed the group of young women and girls they had captured, mostly elven. They had pleaded with Dorian at first, but had grown quiet after a few days, realizing their predicament. He was hardly eating anything, the whole endeavor was making him ill, and often would slip his bowl of stew between the bars of the cages when the rest of the men weren’t looking.

The men didn’t sleep particularly well that night. They’d established more watches than usual, to try and prevent any more losses. They weren’t sure the other men were dead, but the more hours that passed, the more likely that outcome was looking. Dorian remained by the fire through the night, setting wards to warn him of anything that would try to approach, crawled into his tent, and caught a few hours of sleep.

Before the first rays of the sun emerged, Dorian was awake, starting a fire for breakfast. There was a flurry of activity as the men began to organize a group to look for their comrades. He waved them off. He could protect the slaves on his own. They left a man behind with him, just to be sure, and bounded off to the forest.

Dorian heard footsteps behind him, so light they were almost imperceptible. His staff was lying on the ground nearby, but he didn’t need to hold it to harness its power. He cast a lightning cage towards the direction of the sound, releasing enough to paralyze the unseen target if he tried to leave, but not enough to injure or kill.

His eyes met a tall, slender elven man with snowy white hair and covered in lyrium tattoos. “Interesting...” he muttered.

“I suppose I should have expected to see one of the Champion’s former companions this close to Kirkwall,” he said, smiling, addressing the warrior. “Hello Fenris. Your reputation proceeds you, and it seems your colleagues did not exaggerate your competence. Tell me, how is our friend the Viscount doing these days? I haven’t written to him in months, at least, been busy, unfortunately.”

#tryvyalsynnes #prince of tevinter #undercover magister

[orsino-the-enchanter]

“I suppose I do? I like cats. I had a cat once, Ser Pounce-a-lot; he was an orange tabby.” Anders smiled, his eyes unfocused, remembering. “He almost got ripped apart by a genlock once, swatted the bugger on the nose—drew blood too. I had to leave him in Amaranthine, he—it was for the best, he wasn’t safe in the Deep Roads, honestly.”

Anders looked sad for a moment, and then shrugged, returning to the present, smiling again, at Orsino. “You can’t be suggesting we steal the Knight-Commander’s cat? I’m all for unhinging her, but honorably, by exposing her. Perhaps the cat will do her some good. Besides, Ser Pounce only survived because I got him as a kitten. I trained him to stay with me; he rode on my shoulder and slept in my pack or my collar. Meredith’s cat wouldn’t survive long in Darktown. There’s never enough to eat; if it got away it would end up in a pot.”

He grinned. “I’d much rather take in a stray mage.”

@orsino-the-enchanter​

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“Actually, that is exactly what I am suggesting.” Orsino looked up at the blonde mage, vaguely amused at the fact that Anders never thought that him of all people would consider such a thing. “Don’t misunderstand, I am not discussing this in order to stirr Meredith’s ire -granted, she’s not going to be happy either. I am doing this for the poor cat. If Meredith asked I could always argue that it is within their nature to search for more accommodating environments -and better owners. I never said anything about taking her to Darktown with you; but I could imagine her roaming Kirkwall freely, knowing there’s a plate of food for her, and safe place for her to sleep. Believe me when I say, if it were easy to expose Meredith with all the support she gets from Grand Cleric Elthina, I would have done it ages ago.” Sometimes, belonging in two of the most hated groups of people in the entire Thedas would end an argument before it even started.

Nonetheless, Orsino grinned back at that. “Unless you can guarantee their safety -which you cannot-, I fear that the stray mage will end up in a pot too. So to speak.”

@tryvyalsynnes

#orsino speaks #anders #tryvyalsynnes

[storybookhawke]

I can't tell you how much I enjoyed your halloween event, it was great!! You did a wonderful thing this month, you must have put in so much work! It was a wonderful way to spend the evening! I loved each piece so much!! Thank you for putting this together!!

Thank you for this message and the support! It made me so happy to bring joy and halloween spirit to others today!

#sbh ask #tryvyalsynnes #gorgeous icon btw #sbh halloween event

[fandom-age]

text overlaid atop the dragon age logo that reads "@tryvyalsynnes is a terrific writer and an incredible lore researcher. Their in-depth analysis of Fenris and Anders personalities, thought process and possible fate avaiting both characters never fails to impress me. It’s a great privilege to rp with them and have them as a friend in mischief!"

#tryvyalsynnes #👀👀 #is that a buddy i spot as a focus of a submission good shit op #dragon age #dragon age fandom #positivity #fandom positivity

[awaari]

You are one of my favorite artists, I always love to see a reblog of your work on my dash :) You put such humanity and humor into your work. I sometimes wish I could find your illustrations on greeting cards :)

Sorry for the late reply but thank you sm!

#text post #tryvyalsynnes

[ghiblisdaily]

I just followed you recently and I am so glad I did! I enjoy seeing the gifs you make of my favorite scenes on my dash very much. Thanks for making them.

Thank you so much!!! I’m glad you enjoy this blog! 

#asks #tryvyalsynnes

[loptgangandi]

@tryvyalsynnes liked for a starter

When Loki entered Kirkwall, he hadn’t been expecting to meet Anders -- much less look for him specifically. He remembers the name from the Bad Days, when he was just a child -- both of them imprisoned at Kinloch Hold -- and he thinks, if he could only see his fellow apostate again, he might be able to place name and face together somewhere in the shadowed depths of those memories.

“Anders...?” The murmured name is foreign on his tongue, though he knows he has used it before. Sparks dance lightly around his fingertips and slowly grow to flame, and he holds the burning torch of his hand close enough to his face that Anders can see him.

Some of him, at least. A thick, sable cloak conceals most of his willowy form, and a heavy hood hides his hair and ears, and casts his forehead into shadow. The only part of him that is truly visible above the cowl wrapped around his nose and mouth are his eyes -- a bright, piercing green in the firelight -- and a few graceful lines of ink painted beneath his pallid skin.

He appears to be weaponless, apart from the magic dancing on his fingertips. An illusion -- his cloak could be concealing all manner of lethal objects, after all -- but he is not, at the very least, holding any of them in hand.

“I come in peace,” he assures calmly, though a slight hardness in his level voice betrays his own apprehension. He lifts his free hand to his face, and draws the cowl down around his neck. “Your Dalish friend, Merrill... she told me I might find you here.”

#| v: the truth is what sets them free || (Dragon Age) #tryvyalsynnes

[the960writers]

Happy Birthday :)

Thank you!

#tryvyalsynnes

[dalishious]

Do you have any hc, lore or canon info about who in the Circles does all the cooking and cleaning? My first guess is Tranquils, but in some lore, mages who are taken away for their Harrowing or to be made tranquil are never seen again. I can't find any references to any Circle having staff that isn't either Mages or Templars. I can't imagine Templars doing it, and mages are often described as being unprepared for the real world and having no life skills, so it's not them either? I'm stumped :/

The Circles do have staff, we just never really see much of them. In DA:O during the Broken Circle quest, there are “crazy chef” and “crazy cook” NPCs that will attack you, though.

Debatable in terms of what is and isn’t canon, but also in the IDW Dragon Age comics, it’s mentioned that the main character’s adopted brother has accepted a job in the Circle’s kitchen. 

I also imagine the Chantry sisters/brothers stationed at Circles (like Lily for example) might do some of those tasks.

#tryvyalsynnes #ask

[trivialsins]

Update

Hi! :) Hey followers, wow, you people are still here? I marked this blog as deactivated a while ago. This blog has been marked as nsfw by Tumblr staff, and I don’t know what’s going to happen to it after Dec. 17. I have already stripped the art out and made a personal backup, and I’ll be spending the next few days stripping out the meta I collected here. I have another sfw role play blog, https://tryvyalsynnes.tumblr.com/ where I rp Anders and Fenris from Dragon Age 2. If you’re still interested in contact, follow me there. Important: I will most likely not follow you back unless you are an rp blog, but I’d love to hear from you and catch up :)

#ooc #mun #tryvyalsynnes #update #deactivated

[midnightprelude]

A Serpent in the City of Chains

For my dear @tryvyalsynnes, who is responsible for this idea in the first place, and will hopefully, one day, write our beloved Fenris’ reaction (and maybe Anders’ too, if we’re very, very, very lucky).

Hawke watched Fenris approach the red-haired elven woman sitting alone at a table in front of the Hanged Man cautiously, just a few steps behind him. Her eyes were darting across the area, looking for any signs of the trap she was almost certain they were walking into. It was for Fenris that they were there, though, and she knew that the warrior wouldn’t feel satisfied until he knew for certain whether any of the flashes of memories he saw were real. Fenris might have a family. Hawke knew more than most how much of a difference that made.

As soon as Fenris was within arm’s reach of the woman, Hawke heard the heavy clank of armored boots against stone. Straining, she imagined there were half a dozen men on their way to try and bring Fenris back to Tevinter. Her entire body tensed as he looked back at the others before placing an arm on Fenris’s shoulder. The elf sensed there was something wrong too, but he seemed too stunned by his sister’s appearance to react.

“Dear brother, it seems you’ve attracted quite the gathering!” Varania said to Fenris, standing slowly, facing the group of heavily armed men descending the stairs. Her voice had a pleasant lilt and she sounded almost happy about the development. “It’s almost like they were trying to…”

The sky around the Hanged man darkened as the slender elven woman raised her hands and cast, lightning springing from her fingertips, creating a cage that enveloped all of the approaching thugs. It may have been a trick of the light, but it seemed like her eyes shifted colors for a moment, a pale blue glint before resolving to green once again.

“Spring a trap.” She slipped her hand through the bars, touching the beard on the cheek of the mage that led them, smiling wickedly.

“Danarius,” she said, almost tenderly. The Magister tried to pull away, to escape the confines of the spell, but he was rooted to the spot, frozen from the neck down, as were his men. “Do you know who I am?”

She laughed, lightly, her voice ringing through the rapidly emptying streets. “Oh, but of course you don’t! I seem to have forgotten. I laid a little trap of my own, you see.”  

Varania snapped and the illusion dissolved, a golden amulet on her chest glowing; the elven woman was replaced by a tall, muscular man with copper skin and an elegantly curled mustache. He reached into the pocket of his armored robes and pulled out a shining twig, shaking it until it expanded into a full staff, triplet dragons at the end, amethysts where the eyes should have been.

“Is that better? She’s got a pretty face, but it does feel good to be myself again. No place like home, or something like that.” He returned to face Danarius, standing little more than a hair’s breadth away. “Oh, you sweet thing, thinking that you could get away with sending assassins after my master. The bloody fools, you’ll be happy to know, had your signed orders in their pocket. Not to worry! I dispatched them, thankfully, without so much as singeing my robes—you really should do a bit more research when looking to murder someone—and then I followed you here! What a lovely reunion we’re all having.”

He turned to the small group behind him, eyes fixed on Fenris. “I apologize for the deception. The real Varania is fine, I’ve set her up nicely in Hightown for the time being. She’s probably eating chocolates or something, with guards to make sure this one doesn’t try anything…” The man cocked his head towards Danarius.

“But I’ve been terribly remiss.” The mage extended his hand to Hawke. “I’m Dorian Pavus, Enchanter of the Minrathous Circle, Scion of House Pavus, probably some other assorted noble titles given to my father to stop his winging, et cetera, et cetera. And I believe at least one of you has more than enough reason to kill this man.”

Dorian turned to Fenris, shrugging. “I leave them in your more than capable hands. I’ve wanted to see this desiccated excuse of a human being gone for some time—his sort gives the rest of us Imperial mages a bad name, not that we need much help with it. The others...” He sent a jolt of lightning from his staff, causing one of Danarius’s guards to crumple to the ground.

The corpse was surrounded by an eerie purple light, which made its way back towards Dorian, who sighed as his skin began to glow. “Ah, much better.”

The strange mage assumed a guarded pose, staff held out front. “I believe we can take the rest of them once you’ve dealt with the Magister.”

#tryvyalsynnes #prince of tevinter #serpent in kirkwall #midnight writes

[orsino-the-enchanter]

Escape - Find my muse trying to run away from something or someone. For either Anders or Fenris, pls!

“How dare you! I am not having any of this!” The Knight Commander’s yell was so loud that Orsino was certain anyone in the tower would have no issues hearing it. “First you publically brand me a despotic, power-hungry dictator, then this?! You dare alert the chantry for a hypothetical dealing with a dwarf who is long dead?!”

“You brought it to yourself, Knight-Commander” Orsino replied stoically. “And I see no reason why this would make you so upset if you did not have anything to hide. How is it, by the way? The taste of your own medicine?”

A growl was the only answer to Orsino’s sarcastic inquiry, and before he could react, Meredith had him pinned onto the nearest wall, gauntlet tightening dangerously around his throat. Orsino gasped in pain at the rough collision and fought back, however, Meredith had always been stronger -even more so when in the middle of a tantrum. Neither Orsino’s tiny built or elven race were to his advantage, and the sparks of magic died on his fingers as the oxygen began to run out. 

“You are forgetting your place, mage.” Meredith spat with venomous rage. “If it were up to me, you would be in chains; all resistance beaten out of you. The Maker would be so grateful. Mark my words; one day soon I will erase your lecherous little family of blood mages from history and I will finally have the pleasure of breaking you. Enjoy your sarcasm while you still can you filthy knife-ears, I bet the sign of the Chantry would look wonderful on your forehead.”.

She abruptly let go of him and watched him coughing as air filled his lungs anew. “If that’s all, Knight Commander...” he eventually said once he regained his composure “I will be taking my leave. By all means, do enjoy the investigation of your personal quarters. And give the Grand Cleric my regards.” He managed to slip out of the room just in time before a bottle smashed on the part of the wall he previously occupied, and slammed the door shut behind him. He hadn’t seen Anders standing right behind him and bumped against him as he turned to head back. “Oh. Anders. I... am sorry, I did not see you there.”

#orsino speaks #anders #tryvyalsynnes #feat. meredith

[shysweet-hellhound]

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Send “!!” to meet an OC || SUPER Accepting || @tryvyalsynnes��

PETRA VITSINYA DOES NOT BELONG IN THIS BODY. This fleshy thing, with blood and bones and remnants of sweet songs sitting beneath her pink tongue -- it is not hers. She is blackthorn and teeth and and the slow, gentle death that comes with Siberian snow, and the vicious death between the maws of wolves -- her beloved companions, her loyal children who once gave their pelts to shield her from a cold she did not feel. She is the guide and gatekeeper to the world beyond, and she is not warm or soft or kind. She is Zhatka Motlyeka, the Moth, who guides souls to the world beyond.

And yet this boy, this arrogant, self-obsessed child of a thing has folded her up and stuffed her into this soft, mortal cage, and forced a mortal name down her throat until she cannot speak her own. She is hungry and tired and too hot or too cold and if this body’s death was not tied to his, she would have eaten him long ago.

Age: ???

Setting: Varied, Originally from an Original Russian-based Fantasy World, this 1x1 was heavily inspired by Deathless.

Related Tropes: True Neutral, Toxic Relationships, Literal and Figurative Ghosts, All-Powerful Beings in Mortal Forms, I just love my grim reaper who ends up being mystified by the color of autumn leaves in the snow and never got to write her.

#petra #muse #ooc #answered meme #tryvyalsynnes #Ask

[felandaristhorns]

Cute fact about Fenris: He has a LOT of animals living in his mansion with him besides spiders and rats. There are also hives of bees and wasps, mice, cats, bats, and every kind of small lizard and snake. He likes living with them, has tamed some of them and harvests honey from the bees. He once fed a scarred, ancient, mangy, antagonistic rat a piece of Orlesian cheese and when it passed out he took it to Anders for medical attention. He's proud that it lived and went on to make many baby rats.

Send Fox cute facts because working Super Bowl Weekend is bullshit!

...Oh no, this is precious.Fenris just surrounding himself with all manner of assorted critters, setting up something of an odd little colony in and of itself. Does he bring them in himself, or do they just sort of wander in and make themselves at home?

#ooc; #tell fox cute things; #//always here for fenris just getting along well with animals #tryvyalsynnes

[emilesmuses]

(Me responding to all responses to my 300 Follower Forever.)

@pcrseverance

You're amazing and I adore you

I adore you as well! <3  Remember that you’ll always be my favorite.

@thegirlfallsfromthesky

Congratulations, thank you, and I am 110% on board for Andrew to fuck things up B]

Good.  Because he will.  (He always does.)

@worldevoured

Congratulations, sweet pea !!! It's a great milestone to hit and you deserve it ❤️

You’re -- too kind!  Thank you so much!

@cardshcrp

Congrats!!

@hellfiredawn

amazing !!! well done !!

@doyoufearthescarecrow

Congratulations 😊

@horrorempathy

<333

@tryvyalsynnes  

Happy 300 XD <3

@youngshct

congrats on 300 and thank you for mentioning me !! :D

#under the cut is just me responding to and enjoying all the love #you guys are amazing #pcrseverance #thegirlfallsfromthesky #worldevoured #cardshcrp #hellfiredawn #doyoufearthescarecrow #horrorempathy #tryvyalsynnes #youngshct