sweet revenge, avenging

sweet revenge, avenging

[ladygriffon]

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#𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖔𝖓     ⚔     hero of ferelden ;   grey warden of dragon age: origins.   an exploration of anger kindled by grief,   what lies beyond revenge,   and that war between self-sacrifice and selfishness within heroes.   ⭒ 𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥.   inspired by spymasters,   righteous nobility,   and women’s work in fantasy.   

[ 𝕬𝕮 ]   chosen by sam   ( 21+, she/her ).   minors dni.

[ladygriffon]

just dropping by to say that i'm playing da:o with @fenheral and they're so affected by how sad parts of it are that alys's world state is now her becoming queen lmao

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

listen, i'm back home now, i'm thinking about things, and i saw the maxton hall gifset floating around and i was like. yk what. carrying people is elite content, and gdi y'all deserve elite content! as always, DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! and there's a lil spicy addition under the readmore, but i left it there just in case people prefer to have a not-so-spicy version.

[ SLUMBER ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver because they're so sound asleep that they won't easily wake up.

[ INTERCEPT ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver out of the room because they're angry and on the brink of engaging in a fight with someone.

[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily.

[ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.

[ ELATION ]: sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news (or maybe they're both just very happy for some reason!)

[ HOME ]: sender picks up the receiver to carry them over the threshold of their new home.

[ AID ]: sender finds the receiver too weak to move, and scoops them up to carry them to get some help.

[ UP ]: sender finds the receiver and picks them up to carry them a distance after learning they're unable to get up.

[ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes.

[ WEARY ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall asleep during a task, and picks them up to carry them to bed so that they can actually sleep properly for once.

[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.

[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt.

[ FLASH ]: the sender and receiver are part of a photoshoot, and in order to finish the last of the photos, the sender scoops up the receiver in their arms for the final pose.

[ TRAIN ]: during a training session (for a fight or a performance, dealer's choice!) the sender ends up holding the receiver in their arms during their session together.

[ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury.

[ OUT ]: sender grabs the receiver and lifts them into their arms after noticing them swaying and beginning to lose consciousness.

[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.

[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.

[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.

[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace.

[ FURTHER ]: sender, during an increasingly passionate make-out session with the receiver, suddenly takes them in their arms and carries them towards the bedroom to continue their evening in private.

[vaememes]

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷    𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂    𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

these are taken from the starz show with the same title, triggers may be present, proceed with caution, feel free to adjust any you that you deem necessary. 

why do you smile, your grace?

when one is king one dines for many reasons with many guests…

did you and the queen take all your meals in here?

i’m sorry. i do not wish to take your appetite.

i tried everything to warm her heart.

she was cold to you?

the battle for her heart was hard-won. winning the throne of [optional:place] was less arduous.

when did you know that she/he/they loved you?

shall i take the king/queen to be my husband/wife?

why don’t you speak to me?

go back to your mother. find another life.

why do you talk to me this way?

i don’t know what my choices are! i don’t know if i have a choice.

if your love is so fickle that it can blow away like dust… i will forget you.

you came to tell me you will fight for me. am i correct?

and you hate your father for stealing me away, and…

if i marry him, i condemn myself to a miserable, loveless life.

so you’re saying you must marry him because he said so.

i haven’t known as many women/men as you think and those that i have were of the flesh. 

i mean, i… i want to… but- but the point is that- the point is that… that i love you.

you make me yearn to be king/queen so that i can be a better man/woman for you.

you are a wordsmith. you bend words to your whim.

a boy/girl kisses you, and everything i’ve taught you is undone.

the betrayal he/she/they will deal to you, it will break the world.

guard yourself! if you do not, the enemy will know just where to strike.

i have learned you have been banished from the court.

still, you have suffered for my benefit. i wish to make amends.

i want you to tell me what kind of husband/wife he/she would be.

he/she/they is clever and has a fevered lust for knowledge.

a man/woman with too much power and no discipline is dangerous.

i see another side to him/her/them.

he/she/they is like a knight of camelot, flawed, but also brave and dedicated. lancelot.

you clearly know your mind about him/her/them, so why ask me?

if you wish to be queen/king, then take the king/queen.

i think you rode here not just to ask for forgiveness, but to speak [optional:name] name aloud.

i think you love [optional:name]. may god help you if you do.

you are trained to be a queen/king. it is the way of kings and queens.

i cannot think of living here without you by my side.

i will not be the cause of your unhappiness.

you’re right. you’ve done too much for me.

are you to have two husbands/wives?

you’re lucky now to even make a queen/king.

you have permission for your marriage to the king/queen.

oh. but- but what has changed?

would i make you happy? would i make you as happy as your wife/husband did?

your heir will ensure the continued peace between our two kingdoms.

your loss has endeared you to the people. they share your grief.

you’ve had your courses for days, but you do not tell anyone.

it will be a modest life, not the one your parents planned for you.

do you even know if he/she/they wishes it? do you wish it?

you loved me [optional:name]. you still do.

my mother fought a battle while i was in her womb.

this sword is blunt. they both are. we wouldn’t want you cutting yourself.

oh, i could still hurt you with this.

you fight almost like a real soldier. 

oh, all armor has weak spots. here. here. here.

what is this display? you dare swordplay with the heir?

you, put that down, and come with me.

you do know, i presume, the basic signs if you’re with child?

i have no talent for tricks, and i have no news for you.

i have no power to make her/him/them doubt her/his/their own mind.

if you speak too soon, you may make waves against yourself.

i do not grieve as they expect, and then i feel that i am wrong for being as i am.

i will sleep. you may tell me in the morning.

i am much better at that than you are, and i always will be.

i don’t want you to go.

i simply wanted you to know before i journey back to [optional:place].

will you have me?

it is a tragedy but our marriage was never consummated.

what are you playing at?

we made sounds of pleasure, yes, to cover our embarrassment.

i ask you to accept my word, accept it and support it if asked to do so.

who would ask such a thing?

oh, no. please tell me you’re not planning what i think you are.

so you’ve lost your husband/wife, but not your ambition. i warned you against that.

this family don’t inquire. they extract the answer they want.

my answer will support whatever keeps my conscience and my head attached to my neck.

how else do you imagine i’ve survived this long in this vipers’ nest?

is it foolish to believe myself in love with a man/woman whom i have never met?

hold your courage and fight for what you want.

this is a game that must be played.

am i so changed that we are no longer friends?

it’s clear evidence of her belief that you are weak.

please, for the love of god, i asked you here for peace.

oh, so you have lost your country too.

then pick your place, not theirs, [optional:sister/brother].

what happened to the sister/brother i once knew?

whatever awaits you in this life, fix your place in the heavens.

you once told me to fix my place in the stars and not be divereted.

i simply come to claim what is mine and i am fixed.

we loved our king/queen and that is why now we grieve.

i will take my sons/daughters and i will reclaim everything that is mine.

i trusted him/her/them and he/she/they betrayed me.

i will never trust again.

it was all bad breath, bad poetry and disappointment.

have you had anymore dreams?

i don’t want to know who dies next.

i ride to claim what is rightfully mine: my inheritance.

i will take what i’m owed in gold.

i will never give my power away.

i have eyes and ears all over the palace.

if you challenge me, i shall defeat you.

if you want him/her/them, say so.

[optional:name], i need to tell you, i love you.

i feel a strong desire to embrace you.

there is still a dangerous ride ahead.

are you not coming with me?

tell me, are you afraid?

then you are a merciful to save life when others are too quick to take one.

i nearly took an arrow in the backside.

we do not get what we want in this life, [optional:name].

do you like it here? it’s cozy, isn’t it?

what’re you wearing that veil for? is it to stop [optional:name] from kissing you?

i’m glad that you want to kiss my neck.

[ladygriffon]

a starter. [𝕱𝕮] ⚔ FERGUS COUSLAND , @alucinore

he is the other half to her, even when she wishes he were not. especially then perhaps. especially now: she has retreated from her wintery interior, the cold hollows of her heart and mind, in search of the familiar. in mirrors, there are features she cannot recognize; of her body, there are missing reflexes, expressions faded that once were second nature. she is crushed beneath absence in these years after the blight. the grief ebbs and flows, she sails its waves with paled eyes trained stubbornly on the horizon, on journey's end, but always, always, is there still a phantom pain. or is there?

she does not mind now. the castle of highever has started to recover and it is warm here, sitting in the new grass next to fergus. it is easy here to remember being very small and running, desperate but laughing, after the shadow of her brother.

alys sighs. her fingers sink into the damp earth. ❛❛ oriana loved you. ❜❜ memory is whispering in her ear, in the slight smile on her lips. it is not so odious to admit her brother handsome, a pleasant companion to most. the sun is shining on them both, but, on him, it seems to catch every right edge, ink his features with a golden glow that she cannot imagine will ever dim, even with age. ❛❛ she would have liked this beard you’ve grown. ❜❜

[sheikage-a]

when she sits down and dines, they do not. remaining impassive and cold in their posture and expression is key to project an unaffected and entirely unfazed appearance towards anyone who dare to eavesdrop or move straying eyes to the scene conducted at this table. it is wrong enough that they themselves are seated, their station but also understanding of their self needing them to always guard behind the left shoulder of any figure they have sworn their duty to. it does not matter that this is supposed to showcase familiarity when there is nothing personable about them, when they know alys may poke and prod at them like an arsonist would dig into coals to coax an open flame into responding. it doesn't matter that she asked them to sit down and so they did - or that this conversation should not be happening in the first place, yet never seems to end like all other morsels of talk they have ever started.

" daily prayer will be required of you. i do not pray for anyone but myself. and anyone i shall marry or spend my life with is expected to honour the goddesses like i do. you have your own faith, so you would be aware, " they answer her nonsensical idea of ensnaring them while trying to evade the ramification. if alys were to fully get her way, she'd get to discard the uncomfortable pieces of sheik she usually frowns at - the prophetic and religious - to keep the flesh and blood of them employed in its steady devotion towards her. she would not be wrong about the latter, but they only give it away with the former in tow. " marriage is compromise, isn't it? a union. so what are you ready to compromise on for the sake of having me? i suppose it won't be your hunger, nor your intellect. "

and you shouldn't, is what they think but do not say. their gaze is remorseless and absolute, not straying from her while she eats dinner. meat and thick sauce, the usual served in a place like highever or any other castle or fortress they have been to, and they only inquire with an ascetic interest that the table is full to the far and wide of it while their main focus remains on her. " this is so amusing to you. if you want to know what i see in the future so badly, just ask me. it can only go better than your proposal. " since the first offer in the passageway they have pondered and questioned alys' motives, if this is all just a game to her and they are her favourite entertainment, or if she could really allow the endless well of devotion to not only be prodded at but accepted, freely encouraged. their gaze only moves down again when she kicks them, one brow raised now. " you have not seen my devotion yet feel entitled to harbour it for yourself. could you withstand it, the whole extent of it? and would you be able to give me the same in return? "

[ladygriffon]

❛❛ would you pray to the maker and his bride then? ❜❜ the answer does not truly concern her but she is still chewing over sheik's words, their unspoken meanings. they haven't said no. not to marriage nor to her. strange: how merciless their eyes are, twin crimson moons that hover above all, sibylline and antiseptic. as if sheik is above this as well, as if eons have carved too great a distance between themself and this land so that the cities and its people are mere ants swarming in their eyes. strange, for she is not discomforted in the least. marriage is a compromise, isn't it? marriage is a negotiation, and this is a familiar battleground where often, in victory, her colors are raised.

the meal is forgotten. it is sheik she wishes to bite into instead.

alys rests her elbows on the table. ❛❛ a morning prayer. once a week. ❜❜ steepled fingers hide the soft curve of her mouth, the lips that redden with each word. ❛❛ for which you must be present to guide my worship. ❜❜ no shadows will secret them from her any longer; they'll do this correctly or not at all.

❛❛ and what if i deserve devotion? ❜❜ she asks. there is much alys cousland has demanded of the world, sundered and seized with blood and with bones, but this is, perhaps, too precious a request. ❛❛ prophecies are of little use. my futures have been stolen and sacrificed, annihilated as others seek fealty and glory. these deaths i have withstood, why not devotion next? ❜❜ only now does she feel the weight of those eyes, of the red vision they cast, and so drops her own. her voice is lowered too. hushed. as if too much acknowledgement of which they speak will break the possibility.

❛❛ do you remember that night in the springs? when i bathed you? when i touched the ink and skin meant for the goddesses alone? ❜❜ never has she forgotten. never has she wanted something more.

[sheikage-a]

from ladygriffon: ❛ will you marry me? ❜

PHANTOM THREAD, ACCEPTING. | @ladygriffon

the air in the hallway is cold, the bridge-way intercepting between one building into another as if marking the capillaries of blood under thin skin. her hands are pale, pale as snow and treacherously soft where they know her to be calculated and cruel and only ever prone to warmth when it concerned her family or highever. the most entrenched ruins shaping the woman out of a girl and into something horrid, into something burning with a fierceness that could not be survived by mortal men, that could be so arresting that the warrior themselves sometimes found it hard to look away - a mistake, as most of these things are, as nothing in this world is ever left up to chance. not one word, not one glance, and certainly not every arrow she aims at them with the deadly precision of an undeniable illness burrowing between their skin and flesh and further into the blood. she is everywhere like this, not only on the bridge-way, not only across from them.

“ an arresting proposal, certainly. your way with words astounds me beyond belief. ” the automatic response in a language only the two of them speak with each other, where they step close enough that their voice is low and their face is close to hers and where she has to answer with her soft hands as their fingers wrap around hers. like this they could paint the scene of two courtly lovers, of propriety nearly similar to the many men she has seen kneel and pledge themselves to her over the course of hours, days, weeks. it is an agony in itself, where they have watched on with the immovable ice of disapproving attention, that has now been cornered again. “ and what would you do, then, after marrying me? the rest of the world does not appeal to you now, and i am the last resort that makes you keep your defences. ”

bridging the last distance, they let go of her hands and pull the cloth covering their face down to kiss her hard on the mouth. no preamble and no finesse, as much a stopping point as it is greeting and goodbye and another conversation invited into the constant twisting of the spikes between them. when they let go, they know her body is warmer than theirs and that she never cowers under imminent surprise. the red of their eyes finds the vivid expression of a murderous bird ready to bridge another gap, intent unclear for now: “ if you sincerely ask me to marry you, you have to realise that praying will become a staple of your daily life. think twice about it, alys. ” and then they turn around to leave back into the guest quarters, taking a flurry of snow with them.

[ladygriffon]

❛❛ we will be joined as one, sheik, ❜❜ she says abruptly one evening over a private feast of wine, bread, dried meats, and the finest fereldan cheeses. ❛❛ daily prayer will not be required of me. ❜❜

alys had not chased after them that day. there had been no following conversation, merely a quiet annoyance and practice blows on the training grounds that had hit harder than intended. now, she is serene. she is emptied of anger, leaving only arrogance in its wake.

❛❛ your prayers will be my prayers. ❜❜ bread breaks between her fingers. she does not halt to explain ( they'll catch up; their aim will always seek hers ) but continues to rip into the provisions, dabbing bread gently into the warm broth before her, dark and steaming and bubbled with thick streams of fat from boiled boar, and placing the bread neatly into her mouth. ❛❛ i shall have no need to tend to chapped knees, red and raw from the chapel's stone floors. unless— ❜❜ she pauses, wetted fingers hovering before her lips. ❛❛ unless you saw me kneeling in your "visions"? most unholy . . . ❜❜

the light catches in her eyes, ignoring sheik's. don't go. it's all she can think, looking at them looking back at her. don't go, and the hearth's flames are suddenly hard and she must blink back all sincerity.

❛❛ still— ❜❜ alys kicks them beneath the table. ❛❛ marriage would require a form of devotion. i hardly think you would call worship of the goddess's proxy idle and impious when it is your own flesh. ❜❜

[patrocles]

THE LAST KINGDOM 3.01

[ladygriffon]

wand of blossoms. [𝕬𝕲] ⚔ AERITH GAINSBOROUGH , @greatgospell

oh. the loveliness stills all breath. in her hair, the cousland crest seems to blossom, pale white roses unfurling like the wreath of laurel on alys' banner. and they are real. real like the ones that her mother tended to in highever's gardens. real like the roses, so duplicitously soft and colored so faint, whose thorns would snarl and bite at her mother's palms until they were bandaged so heavily that her father would laugh and laugh at the sight only to gently kiss every scrap and scar when he thought no one was looking.

❛❛ that's quite a pretty talent, ❜❜ alys muses. her fingers tremble as they search for the flowers in her hair, wishing for that lost but familiar velvet feeling and the gentle rush of fragrance that came with it. in her chest, aerith has watered a seed of a different sort, an emotion long buried that is stirring once again and grows tentatively toward the light. to see a single petal fall, bruised by battle-worn fingers, might break it and her, and wound irrevocably some still-innocent part of the grey warden.

❛❛ how did you— ❜❜ she nearly asks the true question. how did you know? but of course, aerith did not know and could not have. it only matters that she did it and that it made alys smile for a time. ❛❛ my mother grew these in her gardens. thank you. ❜❜

[rainystarters]

* ☔ : action prompts inspired by FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )

crown of dawn. sender swears their fealty to the receiver.

crown of silver. sender congratulates the receiver on their political engagement, hiding their true affection for the receiver.

crown of midnight. sender dances with the receiver at a masquerade.

crown of glass. sender meets the receiver while their true identity is concealed.

crown of shadows. sender controls the receiver through magic or blackmail, making them their pawn so they can rule from the background.

crown of ink. sender meets the receiver for the first time after they are joined in an arranged marriage.

crown of starlight. sender kneels before the receiver to receive a boon.

crown of rot. sender accuses the receiver of failing their people.

crown of sorrow. sender tells the receiver they are the new lord/queen/etc. as those ahead of them in the line of succession have died.

crown of blood. sender stands before the receiver to be judged for their crimes.

crown of lies. sender accuses the receiver of not being the true heir.

crown of thorns. sender crowns the receiver after killing the previous ruler.

crown of nightshade. sender consumes a poisoned drink meant for the receiver.

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wand of bone. sender uses necromancy to raise the receiver's companions from to dead to aid the sender in fighting against the receiver.

wand of ivy. sender ensnares the receiver in a net of living vines.

wand of twilight. sender conjures the spirit of the receiver from the land of the dead to speak with them.

wand of clouds. sender infiltrates the receiver's dreams to learn their desires.

wand of portals. sender summons the receiver to their world.

wand of resurrection. sender brings the receiver back to life.

wand of memory. sender clouds the receiver's mind so they don't leave.

wand of blossoms. sender grows flowers in the receiver's hair.

wand of salt. sender heals the receiver's wounds.

wand of leaves. sender asks the receiver to read their fortune.

wand of lightning. sender conjures a storm to impede the receiver.

wand of masks. sender crosses paths with the receiver while disguised as them.

wand of flesh. sender wounds the receiver to fuel their blood magic.

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sword of honor. sender challenges the receiver to a duel to decide an argument.

sword of moons. sender wakes up to discover the receiver pressing a blade against the sender's throat.

sword of sacrifice. sender takes a deadly attack meant for the receiver.

sword of wrath. sender kills the receiver's loved one(s) as they watch.

sword of loyalty. sender executes someone at the receiver's command.

sword of blessings. sender asks the receiver to bless their weapon before battle.

sword of madness. sender tries to stop the receiver's bloodthirsty rage.

sword of ruin. sender tortures the receiver for information.

sword of defeat. sender surrenders to the receiver after a hard-fought battle.

sword of ash. sender asks the receiver to kill them for failing the receiver.

sword of spite. sender twists their weapon deeper into the receiver's wound.

sword of wind. sender quickly kills an enemy before they attack the receiver.

sword of betrayal. sender stabs the receiver in the back.

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card of misfortune. sender catches the receiver trying to pick their pocket.

card of coins. sender buys the receiver a drink at a tavern.

card of vipers. sender meets the receiver in a thieves' den.

card of fools. sender finds the receiver caught in a trap, magical or otherwise.

card of iron. sender recognizes the receiver from a wanted poster.

card of vultures. sender is caught looting a dead body by the receiver.

card of songs. sender asks a bard to sing a ballad about the receiver.

card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape.

card of winter. sender finds the receiver dying of frostbite and gathers them in their arms to warm them.

card of dust. sender finds the receiver asleep over a book and wakes them.

card of stars. sender keeps the receiver company during first watch at camp.

card of crows. sender warns the receiver they're being followed but that the sender can protect them—for a fee.

card of twine. sender stitches a wound shut for the receiver.

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heart of virtue. sender presses a kiss to the back of the receiver's hand.

heart of devotion. sender slips their signet ring onto the receiver's finger.

heart of roses. sender gives the receiver a token of their favor before a tourney.

heart of thrones. sender kneels before the receiver to pleasure them.

heart of destiny. sender tells the receiver they are fated or reincarnated lovers.

heart of honey. sender intimately feeds the receiver by hand.

heart of darkness. sender cloaks themselves and the receiver in shadows so they can kiss in public.

heart of stone. sender asks the receiver to be their lover as they can't marry.

heart of gold. sender renounces their title to be with the receiver.

heart of wolves. sender intimately licks blood from the receiver's body.

heart of knives. sender cuts the clothes from the receiver's body, unable to wait.

heart of dusk. sender meets the receiver in secret to be together.

heart of embers. sender initiates intimacy to keep the receiver warm.

[rainystarters]

* ☔ : dialogue inspired by lyrics and aesthetics from the album 28 REASONS by seulgi. ( adjust pronouns, tenses, etc. as needed. )

good and evil people are not clearly distinguished.

i kissed your brother.

do you just love the pain?

close your eyes when i'm with you.

i savor the intoxicated look in your eyes.

you can't escape my eyes.

i try to look away, but i can't.

i have no bad intentions.

look at you, helpless.

i'll take your breath away and give it back to you.

i'll give you a chance to stop playing games.

i've been fighting it for quite a while.

i'm not a bad boy.

on days like this, i get depressed.

i can't promise when i'll be back.

good and evil coexist within one person.

you can run, but you can't hide.

now you're just a dead man running.

i'm the one and only... and i'm with you.

a crown only for me.

i'm the master, the only one who owns your night.

you can't even feel the poison.

i'll show you heaven, i'm not the devil.

i ruin you and save you.

you'll disappear without a trace.

i don't know what's in my mind.

i'm clumsier than i look.

haven't you ever wanted to escape what you're used to?

hold on tight.

good and evil are distinguished in the process of achieving what you want.

look at me, feel me.

you think i'm your villain.

i don't care that you lie.

the light shows me your trembling eyes.

i never want to wake up from this dream.

it's fun to see you like this.

the more you hate me, the more you want me.

feel free to hate me, i don't care.

this is reality.

maybe you're not that into me.

i don't want to make you cry.

i like this feeling: unfamiliar streets, gloomy weather, no direction.

will you take a step forward with your efforts or put someone down?

take me anywhere but home.

when i left, i forgot my dream.

i'm standing at the end of a blue dawn.

you can't escape my eyes.

wherever you are, i'm with you.

i'm breaking every rule.

your impatience makes me laugh even more.

i swear i need you.

there's no more hope.

i get sentimental for no reason.

i can't sleep.

looking back at the memories that tormented me, i see nothing.

don't be sad.

we simply try to resist being captured by evil.

i'm lost, and i'm loving it.

past the splendor of night, a new dawn is coming.

when i fall asleep, hug me in your arms.

tell me more. keep whispering sweetly.

do you believe in this magical moment?

i want to keep tormenting you.

well, that's love. sweet and bitter.

the more you break, the more you'll want me.

it's dangerous. you're dangerous.

where are you going?

i don't have a destination.

get on. ride with me.

you know all 28 reasons to run away, so why are you leaning into me?

[ladygriffon]

lore / verse / canon divergence explanation posts to write . . .

fereldan grey wardens. my most drastic canon divergence as, unlike dragon age: awakening and onward, alys not only claims herself as the commander of the fereldan grey wardens but cuts off all ties to weisshaupt and the traditional warden leadership.

the power of blood. a central aspect of my portrayal. as bioware pushes hof into the background to make way for new protagonists and new games, alys remains a massive figure in thedas and makes a more aggressive effort to find a cure for the grey wardens, especially through avernus' experiments and the power of blood. her blood magic grants her far more abilities (and weaknesses) than canon does, and, for certain aus, does lead to a cure and is a trademark of the fereldan grey wardens.

queen alys of ferelden. frankly, the most canonical ending for alys, even though i write it in the least . . . granting herself as much power and control as possible to prevent future tragedies from occurring is her secondary drive (after revenge) throughout the blight. as queen, she is no less determined to bring peace and stability to ferelden.

highever & castle cousland. why it's the number one teyrnir, and you should swear your fealty to teyrna alys / teyrn fergus. (and also actually put together all the little headcanons caliope and i have come up with individually and together.)

[sheikage-a]

wash or pull !! (can be reversed if that suits an idea better)

5 SENSES PROMPTS, ACCEPTING. [ WASH ]

the web woven is thick as rope, is a space to fall back onto in any and all circumstances. scorn does not fuel it as much as a questionable penchant for absolution from both ends - neither of them is cutting short something they can see through, neither of them is walking out of a room yet to be fully carved into territory with either of their names on. the land has begun to overlap, where the borders become smudged and the integrity of the other blends into what their respective selves have conducted inside their minds. it would be foolish to deny the griffon's apparent influence on them, the sheikah knight having found themselves more attuned to alys's attitude and veiled actions than anyone else's. it would be a lie to say the borders have remained intact, that they have not fallen into each other's corners and called a rough armistice between them.

the water is burning hot, scalding their skin where it is shed free of their usual and tightly-fitted uniform. there is no form of intimacy to be found in the undressing in front of each other as there is in the care instilled after a long day of fighting, after a day where they have been two sharpened knives against the rest of the world. " your hands are as resolute with me as they are with a blade, " they manage to say, turning their head to the side to find alys focused on digging her thumbs into the blood and dirt caking sheik's unwrapped hands, all up to their wrists. touch is a rare admission in the tense space between the two, sheik's free hand folding over the back of the one scrubbing at their tattooed skin. " these hands have not been touched by someone else in a very long time. did you know that many monks keep the most sacred parts of themselves hidden from everyone but the gods? they do not even let others see them, less so touch or wash. "

[ladygriffon]

❛❛ why would i know that? ❜❜ but the venom is sapped from her voice, and she smiles with the question, her eyes rising to meet theirs amidst the steam from the hot springs. the water relaxes; all muscles loosen. sheik's fondness for sermonizing, twisting casual conversation into vaunts and lectures, does not irritate as usual. they are close to pleasant like this. in these shared waters, they are laid bare, and exhaustion pools around the pair in rusted hues.

alys continues her washing with her free hand. the one trapped beneath theirs lingers, moving gently but not away. ❛❛ am i a god to you then? ❜❜ there is a clear answer to the question, but she asks it anyway. basking in this warmth, why not indulge a lark? her eyes, bluer than spring water, bluer than blue, wrinkle at the corners as her mouth turns crooked.

❛❛ these hands have touched many, ❜❜ she continues. amusement has captured alys entirely. and, by some strange miracle, she feels her age; the years, grief-stricken and bloodied, wash away, following the current, and leave behind the lady of highever, charming and fair. ❛❛ is that sacrilegious? ❜❜ and then there's a curious sound, one not heard by her companion since they met: laughter . . . as golden as her hair, as soft as sacred skin beneath sheik's vesture.

her head cants, and alys pauses. ❛❛ truly—is it? we have traveled so far, you rarely keep an opinion to yourself, and yet there are still things about you i do not know. ❜❜

[mysteriae]

me remembering that little bit of history where highever was at war with lycanthropes.....

[ladygriffon]

[mysteriae]

' oh, oriana. your hair is brown like bark, always reminding me of you when i’m on the hunt. ’ you know, lover boy, she’ll rather you dead than her husband, if you keep harassing her like this. and don’t worry . . . i found your entire stash. ✧. alys cousland ( @ladygriffon ) ft. fergus

❛❛ alys ! ❜❜ the horror burns a bright blush through the youth's bronzed cheeks; a rare humiliation conjured only by a kid sister and her infernal determination to stick her nose where she shouldn't ! ❛❛ you weren't supposed to -- it's not . . . it was a first draft ! ❜❜ a beat . . . and then he sighs, relenting: ❛❛ maybe the third. ❜❜ what use was there in lying anyway? clearly, if she found the rest, she had seen every bad iteration of what his noble education had amounted to. like his father, fergus was never good with poetry; nor his words, it seemed, when faced with his heart's first delight: a trader's daughter, so careful with her own, whose eyes lit up at the sight of the cousland library and its full collection of works from all her favorite poets.

fergus hardly recognized a single volume, though he'd been tutored to know all the classics. had he done his readings instead of venturing off the grounds with his friends; had aldous recited them to him the way oriana had ( all melodic lilts and sweet vowels; soft breaths and shy smiles ) maybe he would have known better, how to describe the feelings she'd inspired in him. how to impress her . . . pondering this brings a lull, quiet and still enough that his sudden lunge for the parchment might catch the whelp by surprise, but she's fast. ❛❛ maker, it is hopeless isn't it ? ❜❜ he laughs, although the reality of just how hopeless a match it was bites into his heart just then.

[ladygriffon]

❛❛ you don't truly want to marry her, do you? ❜❜ but she knows her brother does; even now, there's a brightness to his complexion beneath the ruddy blush that she's rarely seen shine upon his face without a blade or game in hand. there are stars in fergus' eyes. she would never snuff them out, but . . . if only the woman who'd placed them there were anyone else.

alys tucks the parchment into her tunic and huffs, well-bitten lips pursed and pink. ❛❛ oriana— ❜❜ what could one even say about the trader's daughter? if a half-pleasant face and dull demeanor are enough to inspire poetry, alys supposes she has entire tomes to look forward to once she's come of age.

❛❛ oriana is lovely, ❜❜ she lies. ❛❛ but does she like highever? ❜❜ and here is the heart of the matter; for there is no heart at all in a cousland, no blood nor vitality or soul, but highever. to disavow it, is to disavow them. where fergus might see his intended as singular, a woman to stand by and to love, oriana's future does not dovetail with highever's. she does not add to their whole.

but he'd looked so joyous as he laughed. despite alys' antics, despite the futility of the match. ❛❛ but. ❜❜ she sighs. ❛❛ if she makes you happy. ❜❜ even if oriana steals him away from highever, even if the castle's no longer his home. ❛❛ i suppose i could help. with convincing everyone. ❜❜

[ladygriffon]

i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. [𝕿] ⚔ TWILIGHT , @mysteriae

velveted in the arlessa's bed— still, her agent teases with restraint. his injuries are too severe for him to suffer on his own; she nurses him back to health from her bed-chamber, tending to twilight with all the tenderness that remains in her. each touch draws them closer. each night, alys rests on a cot beside her four-poster bed and thinks only of joining him beneath the amaranthine canopy, giving him her warmth and dressing him in kisses in place of finely-spun gauze.

she's denied herself so nobly. she has repeated in the dark the words he now speaks aloud, convincing herself, disallowing herself ————— but why? why deny themselves when death is always at their back, waiting for them to falter, and beckoning their weary hearts to surrender to final sleep?

desire swells within her chest as she kneels upon the bed. sweetly, it seeps through her, all resolve thawing under his gaze, until all of her is wanting, and it curls warm and honeyed at her sex. ❛❛ then don't get close, ❜❜ alys whispers. her voice may tremble, but how certain her hands are, cusping her breasts over her nightgown, teasing at the laces that keep the thin, ivory sheath from completely giving way. she stares into his eyes, daring, delighting. he may deny her. he may humiliate her completely if that is what he wishes; what terrifies her more is standing at his grave and being haunted by regret.

alys smiles. ❛❛ you may watch your lady instead. ❜❜

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  smut  /  nsfw  implied  dialogue  prompts  with  not  so  explicit  language.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜