Ghilan'nain Guide Me: a mahariel RP blog

Independent roleplaying blog for Lyna Mahariel, Dalish hunter and Grey Warden. Run by apeacebone.

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Pinned post: about this blog

This blog is no longer active and remains for archival purposes.

Lyna Mahariel is a hunter, warrior, and Grey Warden from the Dragon Age franchise.

The author is 30+, they/them, queer, antifascist, anti-censorship, and sex-positive. NSFW and other potentially triggering content is tagged.

Contact

Personal blog: @apeacebone

AO3: Ossobuco

Discord: Peacebone#6686

[ghilannainguideme]

On stepping away

I’ve been a part of DARP on tumblr for almost ten years, and I have met amazing people and been a part of telling wonderful stories, but it is time for me to step away.

tl;dr: I’ll still be writing on Discord, so please message me at Peacebone#6686 if you want to play or just talk–and if you want to keep in touch on tumblr, follow my personal blog, @apeacebone.

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[ghilannainguideme]

On stepping away

I’ve been a part of DARP on tumblr for almost ten years, and I have met amazing people and been a part of telling wonderful stories, but it is time for me to step away.

tl;dr: I’ll still be writing on Discord, so please message me at Peacebone#6686 if you want to play or just talk--and if you want to keep in touch on tumblr, follow my personal blog, @apeacebone.

I’m not even sure what to say about departing, really. Things here have changed and I don’t find joy in it anymore. I mostly find myself missing the experiences I had years ago when my dash was full of people’s threads, which I loved reading even if I wasn’t a part of them, and now it feels like nobody does the roleplaying part anymore, i.e. the thing that I came here for. And I’m tired of logging in to just wish that things were different and feel sad about it.

Truthfully I have felt obsolete for a long time. Taking a small hiatus let me see that more clearly.

"But Tracy, you must be the change you wish to see in the world!” Well, I’ve tried, and generally been ghosted, and I’m sick of that, too.

There were other things I wanted to remark on as far as reasons I’ve been unhappy, but... I don’t know. It’s just not worth it.

I won’t delete this blog; way too much work has gone into it, especially from other people, for me to do that. I might clean it up for my own ease of reading, but after that, I don’t think I’ll log in anymore. I’m sorry to everyone whose asks I never got to (especially @valorcorrupt, you have sent me so many things and my response rate has been truly abysmal), or to anyone who may have wanted to talk but never felt comfortable doing so.

I’ll be around on Discord, where I am continuing a couple threads with friends, as well as generally being available to chat and goof around. My personal tumblr is a little sparse these days, but I exist there still. I also have a fandom twitter that I keep pretty locked down, but if you’d like to follow me there, let me know in a message or a reply and I’ll send you a link.

Dareth shiral, everyone. I hope that life treats all of you kindly.

[ghilannainguideme]

OOC: temp hiatus

Hey, folks, I have been in a pretty awful brain-space for a bit and I think I’m going to tentatively declare a hiatus here. Hopefully it’ll only be a few weeks to a month. I’m just so incredibly burned out and stressed out and I can’t sleep and it’s a Lot.

I’ll still be around on Discord, so if you want to move a thread there (or start something new there!), hit me up @ Peacebone#6686. (And I promise I will get to the threads I already owe there soon… /sweats)

I hope y’all are doing OK. <3 <3

[ghilannainguideme]

OOC: temp hiatus

Hey, folks, I have been in a pretty awful brain-space for a bit and I think I’m going to tentatively declare a hiatus here. Hopefully it’ll only be a few weeks to a month. I’m just so incredibly burned out and stressed out and I can’t sleep and it’s a Lot.

I’ll still be around on Discord, so if you want to move a thread there (or start something new there!), hit me up @ Peacebone#6686. (And I promise I will get to the threads I already owe there soon... /sweats)

I hope y’all are doing OK. <3 <3

[ghilannainguideme]

Munday asks 1, 3, 16, and 17!

at what age did you start RPing?

I mean... as a kid, I played make-believe with friends since I had the mental capacity for it. :P With a few friends in particular, this became elaborate plots in DragonLance or Dragonriders of Pern 'verses, or our OCs in a story we were trying to write together... as for roleplaying online, I was probably 13-14, in various Dragonriders of Pern forums, and in high school I set up my own forum-based RP in a world that a different friend and I created. Then I did a bunch via AIM (rip) starting in college, and started playing tabletop RPGs, and LARPed for several years, and finally picked up tumblr RP in like... 2013. Wow.

on what platform did you start RPing?

See above??

what’s the best way to approach you to start playing together?

Good news, it’s easy! Just message me (an ask or an IM or Discord or even just comment on one of my posts?) and say HEY I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE WITH YOU. If you have a specific idea, cool, you can lead with that! If you don’t, it’s totally OK, we can work together to figure something out!

what was your first muse?

Like... ever???... her name was Aurus, she was a gold dragon bent on world domination. :P My first muse in tumblr RP specifically was Lyna!

[ghilannainguideme]

[ LAP ] :     sender pulls receiver into their lap.

Inara's hands are warm from the time they've already spent roving Lyna's body, delicately at first but with more pressure, more passion, as the night went on, as they kissed each other's lips and throats, bared shoulders, naked chests, clothing removed one piece at a time as required. Finally Inara helps Lyna slip out of her breeches and grabs her by the hips, her hands wrapping firmly around pelvic bone and lean muscle, her fingers digging into Lyna's skin in a way that makes her light-headed, weak, hungry--she pulls Lyna forward and down, until Lyna is straddling Inara's lap on the edge of the bed, thumbs stroking circles in the soft skin at the base of her thigh.

Lyna wishes fervently that that exact touch were occurring just a few inches beside, where she is wet and aching for friction.

But Inara's eyes are dark and wicked, her lips curled into a smirk, her hands squeezing and teasing in playful pulses. Lyna wants to gasp, but holds it in, instead leaning close to kiss Inara's beautiful red lips, soft and sweet-tasting and hot. She runs her hands down Inara's shoulders to her chest, kneading her breasts, wishing she could ask for more without giving away how desperate she feels, because it always feels like asking too much, on nights like this, knowing that whatever this is, it is a fleeting moment before they return to their... their other commitments.

But tonight, Inara relents--perhaps in the selfish interests of losing her own trousers more quickly, but whatever the reason, she moves one hand between Lyna's thighs and explores with her fingertips, moaning almost to herself (Lyna feels it more than she hears it) when she finds Lyna slick and open. Lyna can't keep from arching and grinding down, which makes Inara laugh breathily; she teases around Lyna's entrance, then finally slides two--no--three fingers inside her, deep enough to make her groan and gasp, not deep enough to satisfy. Lyna can't help but squirm and rock and try to coax them deeper.

"Creators," she chokes, as Inara's thumb strokes her clit out of nowhere, no pretense of gentleness but instead finding a determined rhythm that already has Lyna trembling, her legs twitching, her body clenching around Inara's fingers as they start to thrust into her. Their movements gradually synchronize; Lyna couldn't slow them down or break away even if she wanted to, her body lost in fierce pursuit of what Inara's every breath and murmur promise her.

[ladydefer-deactivated20220515]

thinking about how da doesnt give you an option to completely delete the herald of andraste title

[ghilannainguideme]

(it’s partially just the ADHD/rejection-sensitive dysphoria talking, but boy, I feel like I can’t do anything right.)

[dalishflame]

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Lyna definitely had a point: these banquets were downright dire at the best of times. Atreion at least had the training to get through them, but the monotony and frustration didn’t change, nor did the parade of posturing noble shemlen at each one of the bloody things. Ah, but not today: rather than make him miserable with her antics, Atreion was enjoying the evening tremendously.

<Have you known me to break my promises?> His lips were stained red from the wine, curling into a smirk. <I’ve been thinking about how you taste all evening. If it were just us, I’d have you on this table right now.>

Forced to break off in order to answer some dull question or other, Atreion’s fingers did not stop their slow torment, pressing harder over her clothing to give some hint of friction. Josephine would probably murder them both were he to go further than that, but that didn’t stop him from teasing, pressing between her thighs for a few aching moments before drawing back, sitting up straight as if he were the perfect dinner guest.

<Ah, ah…> He caught her eye, the picture of false innocence, <That’s your salad fork, lethallin, the fish fork is the one next to it. Concentrate, now.>

[ghilannainguideme]

Salad or fish, the fork would have done equally well stabbed into some Orlesian’s eye socket, if she were a woman of less restraint. Indeed, it took all the restraint she possessed not to cant her hips into the fleeting pressure of his fingers, and to clamp her mouth shut and swallow a gasp as he brushed over fabric that did nothing to dull the sensation. 

If it were just us... Creators give them a reason to slip away from this insufferable dinner. Earthquakes, giant spiders, an Archdemon, she didn’t care what. Now that Atreion had risen to her goading, she really couldn’t think of anything besides his cock, his hands, his tongue. Hoisted with her own petard. 

He was right, though, damn him. She needed to concentrate. Directing a look at him that said I know exactly what I’m doing, she deliberately used the salad fork to spear a piece of fish and bring it to her lips. In the same moment, with her other hand hidden beneath the table, she tugged the napkin off of his lap and tossed it behind his chair.

“Inquisitor,” she interrupted a guest across the table, swallowing the bite of fish. “You’ve dropped your napkin.”

[dalishflame]

❛  all i can think of is sitting on top of your hard cock.  ❜

𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

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It was only Lady Josephine's exhaustive lessons that kept Atreion from gasping aloud, gritting his teeth against the wave of arousal that swept through him. Under the table, his hand found her knee, gripping hard.

" You menace, " He hissed, and without needing to look he knew she was smirking. Their companion's chatter had faded to a dull buzz, barely registering, but he sure as Hell felt her shiver as his hand stroked up her thigh.

< Just you wait. > He murmured in broken elvhen. With one hand, he sipped at his drink, the other tracing the laces on her breeches. < For this, I'll have you screaming for me to let you come. >

[ghilannainguideme]

Banquets like these were the reason Lyna was grateful that the Fereldan nobility gave her a wide berth. If they wanted her company (or, more often, her help), they came to her keep, on her terms. Even the queen knew better than to invite the Warden-commander to court. The Inquisition, however, showed her no such courtesy, and thus here she was, sipping bitter wine and fumbling with her silverware like an awkward child. 

The way she saw it, it was only fair that Atreion be half as miserable, so she stole a moment for the aside whispered into his ear as one of the guests was making particularly flashy gestures. 

Prepared as she was for retaliation, she still couldn’t suppress the tremble that spread from her belly as Atreion’s fingers roved with knowing perseverance, well-armed with the knowledge of where and how she liked to be touched. She even had to hurry a gulp of wine to disguise the blush at his remark.

<Don’t make a promise you can’t keep,> she warned, lips pursed, a challenge glittering in her eyes.

[ghilannainguideme]

❛  i was thinking about you last night.  ❜

"You were?" She smiles, sitting down contentedly on the Inquisitor's bed, which is so soft that it yields under her weight and tips Atreion slightly towards her. "Tell me what was on your mind."

A shiver runs immediately up her spine as his warm fingers trace over the crest of her hip and along the top of her thigh. "I think I'd prefer to demonstrate," he purrs, brushing his lips at the back of her neck until she sighs and lets the weight of her upper body sink back against him. His arms slip around her waist, fingers splaying close to the join of her thighs. "Thought about the way your hips feel in my hands, the way your legs flex when I'm underneath you."

He doesn't even have to touch her to make her shudder; just the words are enough. She lets her hands rest on his forearms, not grabbing or holding, simply feeling the way his lean muscles move beneath his skin.

"What else?" she urges.

[ghilannainguideme]

it’s SEXY SUNDAY, do you want to see a spicy commission I got of Lyna?

Keep reading

[ghilannainguideme]

it’s SEXY SUNDAY, do you want to see a spicy commission I got of Lyna?

Her ARMS. HER LEGS. GOD SHE’S SUCH A BABE

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❝  stay the night.  ❞

He murmurs it under the curve of Lyna's jawbone, his head settling on her shoulder and his lips brushing her jugular vein as if his words might thus be transported straight to her heart. Under layers of blankets shielding them from the wintery air, hot skin and humming blood and limbs still tangled together, Atreion doesn't need to make his case any further; Lyna's strength is sapped and her legs feel like jelly from some kind of Orlesian dessert.

Not to mention that Atreion's arms around her torso, his breath on her throat, one palm still gently cradling her breast... it's all starting to feel like home.

"Gladly," she replies, and turns on her side to kiss his forehead and curl her body into his.

[ghilannainguideme]

(Continuing from here)

When Atreion flushed, he flushed hard, and right now he strongly resembled the peonies in the Chantry garden. Thumb running restlessly over the leather, he cleared his throat.

“Ah.” He said eventually, “That makes sense. I mean, I haven’t tried anything like that either. No opportunity to, clans not having much in the way of privacy, and all.”

Again, his eyes wandered to the phallus attached, torn between embarrassment and something very much like interest. The toy had to be bigger than he was, and he knew that he wasn’t small. “So you’ve wanted to use it? With women? Or men?”

“With any sort, really,” she replied, watching the bright beet-red spread across Atreion’s face and feeling nonplussed. He kept looking at it, kept touching the straps, which must have meant he wasn’t too off-put by it. “I had meant to, but there was never time. You’re Inquisitor, you know what that’s like...”

With a quiet sigh, she returned to sorting the battered scraps of metal and leather, the salvageable ones going in one pile and those too worn out or broken to repair going in another to be discarded. “You can leave it with my clothes for now.”

[ghilannainguideme]

"What's this?" He'd found it when he was helping move Lyna's things around, dangling from a half-open drawer. At first he'd thought it was a belt, and then came the straps, then the other straps, and then what was attached to it... "Oh. Oh." Atreion's eyes were wide, but there was a tell-tale flush crawling up his neck and over his ears. He swallowed. Hard.

"I, ah... didn't know you were into this sort of thing?"

"What?" She was slow to look up, busy sorting old pieces of armor and tabards and boots with holes worn through the soles. When she did, she felt herself go pink. She'd quite forgotten about... that, after acquiring it some time ago.

What did Atreion's reaction mean? What could she even say?

"Well, it seems like a good idea." A very good idea, if she were honest. "But I haven't tried it yet."