𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨

indie. griss. dark / mature themes present.

[grisshound]

【 carrd 】

rp blog for griss. low activity and mutuals only. personals will be blocked. mun is 25+. engage spoilers tagged + under read more until 2/20/23.

❗ heavy content warning ❗ this muse features excessive harm ideation, masochistic tendencies (including mentions of self-harm), religious trauma, and overall dark themes. for this reason, i do not follow first—i only follow back.

[grisshound]

@nobilismare said: ❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜ - I also want some Marni angst

“Ouch.  You saying I  lied  all those years ?”  He cards a ring-adorned hand over his bare chest in dramatic fashion,  patting the spot there.  It’s a complicated thing to unravel,  the mess that resides beneath.  He  does  care for the Hounds—but it’s all warped and twisted up in his own survival,  too. 

He bends at the knees to squat even with her short height and plants his palm atop her head. “Sure,  some of it was lies.  Plenty.  But some of it  wasn’t.  See,  life’s complicated like that.  You’ll figure it out someday.”

[grisshound]

@pathofemblems sent: Teeth found themselves embedded in Pandreo’s skin for the nth time, and only an hour had passed since they awoke, if that. Mottled pink and purple, pinpricks of red, and a nerve-shattered priest; a colorful morning, accentuated by jolts and yelps, until it was too much.

❝ Put your fangs away already, ❞ Pandreo growled and tried to squirm away, desperately gripping the elder’s jaw tightly in his hand to keep another bite at bay. Maybe it was the early hour, the lack of sleep, or the overwhelming dark comedy of actually enjoying the painful affection, but the priest laughed, strained and tight as he stood on the receiving end of a glare. And hesitantly, without the aid of some Emblem, he leaned in—just for the quickest of pecks, so his mouth wouldn’t get chomped next. ❝ There. That’s what you wanted, right? Because you were still mad? Even though I said sorry, and it wasn’t me who hit you, really— ❞

“Hahaha… You think I’m mad about that ?” The laugh tumbles out gruff, catching on pointy teeth that hang cold without Pandreo’s neck between them. But the peck fends him off for a few moments, at least, and his glare slims to something more amused. Griss lifts an index to trace over the lingering purple welt on his own cheek. As if fond. “Actually, I liked you better that way. Though I guess it wasn’t really you, huh ?”

His musing, first teasing, turns thoughtful. The finger drags down to his chin, then presses into his lower lip—where Pandreo left his kiss. Lingers there. “See, that kinda thing didn’t happen with me and Celly. When Lord Sombron summoned ‘em, they didn’t talk. Just did what they’re told. I’d never let one of those things crawl around in my head.”

[grisshound]

there is no way griss is 5'9.... I simply disbelieve... he doesn't look THAT much shorter than mauvier who is 6'5????

[grisshound]

not me digging through the gregory supports searching for any microbe of griss lore like a fucking wilting plant dying without sunlight

gregory has an hour of supports and i'm over here starving cuz all i have is SALT bc im SO SALTY ABOUT THIS

[faery-wizard]

Aha, heroes! While you were building your LAME and PATHETIC found family I was building a COOL and EVIL found family!! AND WE ALL WEAR EYESHADOW!!

[grisshound]

@pathofemblems said: ( from pandreo ) ❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

dark & angsty / accepting

“I dunno.  Probably.  Did I ?”  He did—recalls the sweet,  salty taste of the words on his tongue,  even.  Doesn’t recall the precise context,  though.  Now, was it accusatory ?  Inflammatory ?  Affectionate ?  Could be any,  given the lips it slipped from.  At the moment,  he’s feeling affectionate.

Griss coils his arms around Pandreo’s waist,  rests his chin on his shoulder. “You’re not all  put out  about it,  are you ?  Want me to beg your forgiveness ?  —‘cause I will,  if that’s what you want.”

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

[grisshound]

sorry no i don't want to talk about how they made my fav character playable but he's not evil, has no dumb tattoos, and his name is greg

[stardrifting]

touch starved but for physical violence

[grisshound]

@another-life-rp said: ❛ if you insist on hunting them, then i will hunt you first. you understand me? ❜ (From Diamant. Hello!)

bloodborne starters / accepting

“Loud and clear,  tough guy.  That a promise ?”  Oh how he adores the sparking  hatred  brooked up in this guy’s gaze.  Right,  right—son of the half-dead corpse Griss lugged through the snow back to the castle.  Feels like yesterday,  that.

A fanged smile pokes across his lips.  Not like threats are going to keep Griss from hunting down those rings,  Zephia’s orders and all—if anything,  such a savory threat makes him want to seek the trinkets  more.   So he can’t help but goad:  “Say,  what happens when you  catch me ?  Thought of that part yet ?   C’mon,  tell me the details.”

[grisshound]

writing griss like

[do-re-memes]

— bloodborne ; sentence starters.

❛ the morning will always come. ❜

❛ this will be your home, for now. ❜

❛ look at you, you sorry drunk. ❜

❛ don't you worry. this will help you forget. ❜

❛ i've never been of use to anyone. ❜

❛ i only wanted to help... ❜

❛ your blood is tainted. ❜

❛ is it the blood, or are you just raving mad? ❜

❛ this can't be the real you... please, stop. ❜

❛ i have no time for your petty lies. ❜

❛ i will never leave your side. ❜

❛ your presence somehow soothes. ❜

❛ i only wanted... to be your... friend. ❜

❛ would you ever think to love me? ❜

❛ you let the blood get the best of you. ❜

❛ remember yourself. you are not a beast. ❜

❛ you are no more than a beast. i should've known. ❜

❛ too proud to show your true face, eh? ❜

❛ i don't seem apt for this life anymore. ❜

❛ please, just stop. stop, please! ❜

❛ of course... i do love you. ❜

❛ we are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. ❜

❛ my eyes grow heavy... let me rest a while. i'll be fine, just wait. ❜

❛ whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good. ❜

❛ we must find a way to surpass our own stupidity. ❜

❛ isn't it time someone put you out of your misery? ❜

❛ just think about what you're doing. it's utter madness. ❜

❛ what good is your immortality now? ❜

❛ may you find your worth in the waking world. ❜

❛ you'll be one of them, sooner or later. ❜

❛ have you got a screw loose? or is it your... animal intuition? ❜

❛ you call me a beast? a beast? what would you know? i didn't ask for this! ❜

❛ without fear in our hearts, we're little different from beasts ourselves. ❜

❛ you can't bottle everything up inside. you mustn't be afraid to share. ❜

❛ rancid beasts, every last one of them. ❜

❛ i should think you still have dreams? ❜

❛ but... do the gods love their creations? ❜

❛ you know not the value you possess. ❜

❛ if you insist on hunting them, then i will hunt you first. you understand me? ❜

❛ what is the meaning of this? why turn your blade on me? ❜

❛ oh, don't worry. whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream. ❜

[grisshound]

writing will be slow bc i start a new job this week AND am playing 8path II... I looove this game and actually would not be in the fe rpc without it :3

[grisshound]

@pathofemblems said: ( from pandreo; more joking, less angsty ) ❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

where it hurts / accepting

Griss gazes, mesmerized, into the dancing firelight of the campfire—sideways,  because his head rests atop Pandreo’s lap.  His arms curl under Pandreo’s knees too,  intertwined at strange,  somehow comfortable angles.  His eyes shade half-tired,  half-alert,   like a grouchy cat who’s discovered a comfortable spot and refuses to move.

He must have said something fucked up again for Pandreo to laugh and say something like  that.  Griss doesn’t really think about what he says;  never has.  In a way,  he truly does wear his heart splattered on his sleeve:  whatever people think or say of him,  he doesn’t care.  But…  he does like Pandreo’s laugh.  The fond and playful lilt of it.  The way it curls up at the end,  like the goofy howls the priest is known for…

“Dumb way of saying  you like me.” Griss exhales long and slow, and his eyes drift shut.  His grumbles come out even more muffled like this,  cheek nuzzled against a bundle of soft fabric that stinks like resin and currants.  “Say it right.”

[grisshound]

3h verse for griss.......... i feel like all the hounds would live in the abyss 🤔 ? hounds and wolves have a similar vibe....

[grisshound]

@alealueur said: ❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜

for the damaged / not accepting

“Why not? Worried I might  slip and fall?” He says it from his precarious perch on the very edge of this floating rock of an island, Som-whatever. One leg hangs off the edge completely, with the other knee tucked against his chest at an angle that makes a perfect rest for his arm.

He’s always been one to skulk in the shadows, and that includes nighttime well beyond the witching hour. The Divine One (honestly, Griss doesn't remember his actual name) ought to know that well after their  last battle.  He tilts his head to glance up, but doesn’t bother to stand. Divine this guy may be, he’s certainly not  Griss’s god, so he shows him the appropriate respect—which is none.  

“Or maybe you think I should be kept on a leash. Can’t trust me, that it?  —hey, I get it.”  And, if only to sow some playful paranoia: “I wouldn’t trust me, either. Could be up to all sorts of  naughty plots.”