God King

[coryphcus]

Corypheus from the Dragon Age series. LOW ACTIVITY.

Written by Steffu. 30s. 21+ ONLY. Follows back from @relentlessgrief.

NAVIGATION PANEL: Headcanons | Memes (always open) | Verses | Consent Checker

Stuck in the Fade with: @prophetries

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DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT AHEAD! PLEASE READ RULES BELOW BEFORE FOLLOWING!

CONTENTS OF THIS BLOG

Themes will revolve around a lot of violence. That's pretty much the dead dove. No incest, underage, or noncon will be written here. It's literally just all violence. I crave bloodshed. So does Corypheus.

CHARACTERIZATION

I will NOT water down Corypheus. That being said, I WILL consent check anyone who I write with to see where the limits are. I don't want to maim or kill anyone without checking. I am definitely looking to have Corypheus hurt people though. Also he's got this real big problem with being discriminatory? He's a dick. So with that in mind, I am BEGGING you to remember that I am not Corypheus, he is not me. I am a queer neurodivergent and disabled individual who cries a lot and is big on social justice issues and politics. Corypheus owns a dragon and wants to kill people and thinks everyone is beneath him. I don't have a giant dragon and I don't want to kill people. And I don't think people are beneath me.

Also, I am baby. Corypheus might be mean, but I'm not. Please be gentle, I sat through 8 hours of lectures to get this character down, but I’m sure there’s still some gaps. I learn by doing. The more you play with me, the better I get.

FOLLOWING

I follow back from @relentlessgrief. If I follow you from there, it means I want to write with you. If you're mutuals with me already over there already, congrats! I love you. You're pre-approved! :)

SHIPPING

I'm a fool for shipping, but I'm not going to be easy to convince for Corypheus. I know most people don’t like him like that anyway so my expectations are low. Also he had a wife? Anyway she's probably dead. And if she's not for some reason she's dead now because I said so. But he's got a heart of ice. And he's mean. I won't ever kick anything off the table but what I AM saying is good luck.

REPLIES

If you've seen my rules over on my oc's page, you'll see that I am very slow. My mains will take priority when I am tied up and busy IRL. Everyone else will have to take a number and pull up a seat until I am not as busy.

[ancientarchitect]

' BEHOLD - a sorcerer of E L D. '

indie. emet-selch // hades roleplay blog from the critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy xiv [ now with a free trial -- !! ] cross-over && multi-ship friendly. written by moth [30+ // est // they/them]

disclaimer: this blog will contain dark content. 18+ only // no minors. there will be mentions of death, genocide, manipulation, etc. viewer discretion is advised.

[wtevrthefkiwant]

Ancient art that I still like

[coryphcus]

I just realized I owe threads on here… my offer to do starters however still stands.

[coryphcus]

when will my wife @prophetries return from the war

[mishwanders]

[roguetrevelyan]

The Battle of Haven.

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[coryphcus]

Corypheus doesn't pay taxes.

[roguetrevelyan]

“You interrupted a ritual years in the planning and instead of dying, you stole its purpose.”

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[wtevrthefkiwant]

Ok but like this is suppose to be all ominous and scary but the way Calpernia is egging Corypheus on just makes me laugh and its kind of adorable. Maybe not for the elf guy..

[coryphcus]

being with @prophetries is just one big masochistic relationship

[brainrotdotorg]

“From whence you came” is a classic place to send back a foul beast

[asahaoblog]

It’s so cute! 

Corypheus play with mabari.

[prophetries]

In her dream, it is always the same. She opens her eyes, looks up at the knotted wood overhead, remembers the smell of hay and coal and elfroot. She is in her tiny cabin, in her little cot, and outside her door lay Haven, wrapped in a preternatural stillness and entirely devoid of life. Save for one malevolent figure, looming in the distance, watching her with eyes so full of ire that it could stop her heart. She stands, still in the tattered roughspun Cassandra and Leliana had found her in at the what was left of the Temple of Sacred Ashes. Whoever once owned her cabin had left an old hunting knife, rusted over from lack of use. She pulls it from where it bites into the table, turns it in her hands to face her elbow. Once, she had defeated him with the power of the Anchor, but her hand is whole in this dream. If she is to draw blood from him, it must needs be with steel.

Every night it is the same. She stares up at the face of evil and spits indignation. He casts her aside like nothing and razes Haven to the ground. Sometimes she bleeds. Sometimes he does. But every morning she wakes, her chest aflame, having scratched at the scabbed-over scars in the center of her ribcage until they stained her nightgown. 

But to wake in safety, first she must face the peril.

Outside the snow is unspoiled, and he haunts the landscape like an inkblot. She bares her teeth and waits, holding the knife in her hand with a white-knuckled grip.

[coryphcus]

Every night, he'd obliterate and corrupt and defile this land by his own hand. Every night, he'd make eye contact with her as he did so. There was no dragon to aid him, but it mattered none. Not for him, whose touch was lethal, and by all accounts, perhaps on a technicality, equally divine.

After all, it was he who ascended to the Golden City and found it rotten. But it was holy land he stepped into, all the same, albeit desecrated.

Haven would be covered in crystals in each iteration, and fires too erupting all the same with equal fervency as the embers would happily leap from structure to structure while the crystals erupted through the ground like eager weeds. Beautiful reds and oranges would cover the place she held so dear every time without end, all in this constant game of cat and mouse.

That's all this was. Wasn't it?

This time, instead of rushing in, he stands at the edge of haven, waiting for her to appear, and like clockwork, she does.

His voice carries across Haven. Loud. Powerful, and deep.

"Here we stand at the precipice of another combat. Just like all nights before."

In his hand, wrapped around his one wrist, he raises it out to be observed.

"I hear your heartbeat miles away, false herald. It beats like a rabbit's. Fragile. Scared."

Her locket.

He's kept it close. And it's been the very thing that's bound them to one another so intimately.

"To what end shall tonight bring in your restless slumber? Your death? Or my own? Do you tire yet of our constant quarrel? Do you feel any inclination to sometimes yield? Or must I continue to endlessly chase you in your sleep until one of us ceases to be?"

[magicalicefairy]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝔸𝕘𝕖: Ｉｎｑｕｉｓｔｉｏｎ ♡ Elizabeth Trevelyan ♛ ∞

[coryphcus]

id like to thank veilguard for this one (1) shot of cory

[deviika]

—Fyodor Dostoevsky

[coryphcus]

@prophetries