—𝔦𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔶 & 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔩

To whoever you wanna throw at Lyanna's direction 🌻

Hi hello hiii 🌜

"What face?"

Anastasia said, almost too casually to hide the brewing storm she truly felt inside. Lyanna's voice alone made Anastasia freeze in her tracks. She had heard some words thrown around about her ancestors. Lyanna was here, face to face with her in the vast hallway. What is she going to do? Is she going to turn me in to the Marleyan government for some vile experiment? She laughed bitterly, Lyanna's wit never fails to get to her, and she had grown fond of it.

Don't be stupid, Köhler. Ana reprimanded herself. After hearing the declaration inside the meeting chamber, Anastasia knew she could never trust anyone outside the walls again. Her vision was askew. Is this person really her friend or will Lyanna turn her back on her, just like her father did? Just like what the Warriors did?

Two years of inheriting the Angel Titan who had escaped Marleyan's dictatorship. Two years of finally unraveling everything that is wrong with their world, two years... of finally meeting someone outside the walls who sees her as more than just a weapon, an expendable pawn. Anastasia didn't want to lose her, but it seemed like the cards were stacked against them, and she had prepared herself for yet another heartbreak.

She didn't mind Lyanna's fascination with the Titans—or in this case, her Titan. Ana finds herself closing her eyes, her heart shattering as she remembered how Lyanna's genuine offer of friendship and true loyalty crumbled the walls of defense that Anastasia had built around herself, but she wouldn't let it show. Not now, not after her nation declared the extinction of all Eldians.

Lyanna stood with her arms crossed, weight shifted to one hip, the dim light outlining the sharp angles of her face. Despite the tension thick in the air, she looked strangely at ease, though Ana knew better. Lyanna’s ease was never carelessness—it was a quiet kind of control, the sort one learned after years of being in rooms where speaking too freely could cost you everything. A trait she had learned at her father’s side, in his carefully measured words, in the way he always seemed to be weighing the worth of a conversation.

Her father.

For a moment, Ana’s words threatened to drag her back into his shadow, to remind her of all the times he had spoken for her, about her, as if she were nothing more than a piece to be placed in the right position. A daughter of duty. A girl raised with the understanding that to be Eldian in Marley was to walk a thin, unforgiving line. Lyanna had spent her life learning how to navigate that world, to shape herself into something acceptable—sharp enough to be respected, restrained enough to be tolerated.

But here, in this quiet hallway, face to face with Anastasia Köhler, that world felt distant.

What face?

Lyanna didn't answer right away. She simply watched, studied the way Ana’s shoulders were too stiff, the way her fingers curled slightly at her sides, as if preparing for something. She had seen this before—the way Ana wove a barrier around herself the moment something hit too close to home.

The flickering light cast Ana’s expression in soft shadow, but Lyanna still caught the flicker of something in her gaze. Something deep, buried beneath years of betrayal and disappointment. Lea had spent enough time with her to recognize the signs—the way she tried to pretend she didn’t care, as if she hadn't already prepared herself to be left behind.

Then, Ana laughed—short, bitter, a hollow thing. It didn’t suit her.

You know you shouldn’t be seen with me, right? What would your father say?

Ah.

Lyanna let out a breath, slow and measured. Of course, it came back to that.

A humorless chuckle escaped her lips, quiet but deliberate. “You think my father is my biggest concern right now?” Her voice was steady, but there was something beneath it, something only someone like Ana—someone who had learned to read between the lines—would catch.

She was probably waiting for her to flinch. To step back. To hesitate.

Lyanna didn’t move.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable, eyes sharp beneath the dim light. “Or do you think I’m still weighing the odds, figuring out if you’re worth the risk?”

She let the silence stretch for a beat, then scoffed softly.

"You insult me, Köhler."

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose verses taken from songs by precious pepala. writing/roleplaying prompts. some contain religious imagery and/or topics. most of these are angst, but some can be fluffy! feel free to edit these as you see fit.

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LADY MACBETH a roleplay sentence meme with various quotes and sentences taken from ava reid's lady macbeth. this book is based on shakespeare's the tragedy of macbeth, and as such there are dark themes included. feel free to tweak prompts as needed.

you are beautiful, there are none other in the world like you.

you will hear the sea from every corner of the castle. after enough time, you will not hear it at all.

we will have to observe the rite of first blood, they will not respect my power otherwise.

my lust for blood will be rewarded.

you will have your rubies, and i will have what is mine.

how long has this castle stood?

every soil has its evils.

she has not saved herself. she has only given herself a different death.

the lord has placed my life in your hands.

will the lord not ask to see their corpses? proof of their blood?

i will have to strike my own near-death blow.

you will have to press harder than you think.

violence is like a coin. if you spend it easily, people will think you imprudent and reckless.

sometimes no words are as eloquent as the spilling of blood.

you nearly dishonored me with that letter.

you will not lie to me, you are my lady wife.

i will never harm you, my lord, i swear it.

my father would never betray an ally or broker a false peace.

now you are the dagger in my hand.

whatever he has done, it is not worth this.

tell me of her. the wife who came before.

why dishonor yourself for my sake? why risk your birthright?

i do not wish to see you live without shelter.

the crown is not mine to lose.

i did not hesitate; i do not regret. 

it is the way of the world, violence.

every man says, when he first kills another: i did not know there would be so much blood.

are you deaf and cannot hear screams in the night?

what will you do with me? slit my throat in your bed?

you are of no use to me dead.

i promised you protection from him. i will not relinquish that vow.

a clever way to say you think me dishonorable.

i will do better. i will not displease you. i will not disgrace you.

these matters are below the concern of a queen.

what is the state of your honor now?

you have no leave to speak to me of honor.

if you say i have no honor, i have no honor left to lose.

it is my trophy, my treasure, mine, mine, mine.

did you think you could beat me as you did, and face me no recompense?

was it worth it, your vengeance? 

i feel no satisfaction while you still draw breath.

were you merely stitching me into some great tapestry of deception?

but i do not think you deserve to be shown such mercy.

you will not speak now, you will listen.

i see now that this treachery was following closely behind me, like a shadow.

this old wound of yours, i do not forget it.

love is not as easy to smother as the rest.

these are not the actions of a king.

i thought you might help devise a punishment.

what makes you cringe from me now?

i will not let harm come to you.

a queen does not forsake her people.

has something happened to displease you?

you carry the prince’s monstrous spawn.

please, you cannot believe him. it is not true.

i do not deserve it. i should stay here, after all.

you have again given me a good chance to prove my honor.

part one. assorted lines taken from the third book in the secret shanghai series. adjust names and pronouns as needed. trigger warnings for mentions of death and violence.

poison. that's not such an abominable way to die.

when did you start getting so foolish?

you can't keep doing this.

you can't keep trying to fix our father's mistakes,

treason is not inherited. they'll see. they'll have to see.

you're too trusting, [name]. you ought to be more careful.

why don't you two listen to a single thing i say?

when are you going to let that go?

darling, did i have a tone?

i'll be your replacement father, kid. it's okay.

i don't think the spies in the bushes outside quite heard you.

it's so hard not to hate them.

do you know how many people have gotten away from me? zero.

i was always going to catch up to you.

listen, i'm a married man -

you're going to give me a hernia.

don't sweetheart me!

it wouldn't hurt to tell me what instructions you're under.

yes, [name]. nation over everything.

but not you, sweetheart. never your life in exchange.

if you're going to accuse me of something, WHY DON'T YOU COME RIGHT OUT AND SAY IT?

you know what, i see it. horrible. [name], how could you?

if you would be so kind as to relieve me from having to witness a domestic spat.

who did this to you? i'll kill them.

trust me, if there was something that could have been done, i would have done it myself.

i am not defenseless.

there are plenty of other places to go.

i tried to hold on but that only made it fall apart further.

it's an image i've trapped under museum glass, put on display for my visitation every so often.

it is merely who i am. falser than vows made in wine.

She exhaled through her nose, glancing briefly at the empty street beyond. “People think all sorts of things,” she murmured, her tone laced with quiet amusement. Gloved fingers idly curling around the lapel of her coat. “It doesn’t make them right.”

Her gaze flickered to the cleaning bucket at the woman’s side, then back up to meet her eyes. There was no challenge in her posture, but there was something deliberate about the way she held herself—self-possessed, unmoved. If she had been caught doing something worth reprimanding, she certainly didn’t seem concerned.

“Wasn’t quite aware that grime posed such an urgent threat that it warranted breaking curfew, alone in the freezing cold” she added, arching a brow. Tone calm but laced with quiet scrutiny.

"Unless, there’s some urgent matter of national security that depends on spotless floors in the dead of night.”

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.