#lucy griswald

[kairithemang0]

Can't believe that the two people who believed Ella instantly die after

[playbarbies]

@sillygorl

earp sisters in season two → steel bars and stone walls

[playbarbies]

some headcanons about the griswald sisters because if i don’t let it all out i will simply implode :

justine makes it her mission to find and wed a wealthy prince or lord — not because she wants to, or that she’s in love, but because maybe then, it’ll be enough to get their father to leave poor lucy alone and allow lucy to thrive and be happy with whom she truly loves aka: angelica schyler syndrome

when she and lucy are revived by the magic — it’s not so much the death she vividly remembers as it is the anguish she felt watching her sister stricken. she harbors a lot of guilt that she wasn’t faster, that she didn’t grab lucy and place lucy behind her own body so that it was she who’d take the hit. it was her job as elder sister to protect her, and she failed miserably. but now that they have this second chance at life, justine will make certain that she never fails her sister again.

though justine often half - heartedly scolds lucy’s wild ways and lewd comments, she adores it. not just that, she admires it. she admires how freely and boldly lucy is herself. and she gently chastises her not because she finds fault, but because she knows the world is cruel and will find fault, and justine would sooner meet the fate of stepmother’s blade than allow the world to beat the whimsy and joy from out her free - spirited sister

[huntstrolls]

Jacob was sure he was the last out of the crumbling cavern, ducking and sidestepping falling rocks until he was into the forest clearing. He spotted Justine almost instantly and rushed to her as he sheathed his sword, other hand returning the battleax to it's sheath on his back. He carried both for use, but rarely took out both to wield together. Generally it was easy to make swift work of a troll with just one or the weapons, but tonight's foes proved to need both at the ready. He'd have to clean them and sharpen them later, but for now his concerns were on his sister. The three of them had been dealing with this family of trolls together when the cave began to buckle and fold from all the fighting.

"Justine--" Jacob had barely gotten her name out before the bright blonde was asking her own questions of concern.

have you seen lucy? did she make it out?

The question stills the elder Griswald, eyes widening and breath catching briefly in his throat. He can feel a weight hitting him harder than any rock could've as they fled. He had been so sure he saw @playbarbies and Lucy run ahead of him as they hurried from the cave. He had seen both of their heads of blonde hair and he'd looked away only once. Had he not seen them both after his look back? Or had it just been Justine? Fuck, he couldn't recall!

"I could've sworn she was right ahead of me," his response as he turns to look back at the cave, wincing as the ground rumbles from the falling rocks. Rocks that were piling and landing atop another in start to blocking the cave. There was no getting back in from this way, at least not until the rocks were settled. "Shit," he hisses his curse and looks around the woods, eyes climbing the side of the mountain the cave had ducked into, "If she isn't out here there's a chance she's still inside and if we don't find a way back in..." She may not have a way out. He doesn't say that out loud, instead frowning at his sister then lifting a gloved hand to point towards a path up the side of the mountain, "We'll start by going up. It felt as though the inner caverns were working their ways up."

[stablelad]

It's a night of merriment, music, food, and dance. Everyone who is anyone is in attendance that isn't a royal. It's a fanfare experience one wouldn't want to miss and all for the selection of nobles to court the Griswald Sisters. It was meant to be a joyous night, but he was far from the feeling. He felt nothing but the pitting disgust of dread filling him. Tonight would mark his final chance to ever say anything to Lucy before someone else came along. He had been foolish to say nothing at all, foolish to not pick up on all the flirtatious context she'd lay out for him. @sillygorl was not shy when it came to her intentions, but Michael was. Especially when it had to do with the idea of crossing lines he knew he shouldn't. Lucy was the daughter of a noble house and she was expected to act as such, expected marry the likes of her kind.

And yet... she'd tease him. Wink at him. Flutter her hand along his arm. It was all these and more that would send Michael's brain firing off in every which direction. He wanted to react, wanted to give into all of it and be the very person she wanted to use. Did he know what for beyond something physical? No. But he'd happily lay himself back and melt under the motions of her frame-- the touch of her lips along his skin. How he yearned for all of that, but he knew his place. He knew that tonight wasn't his chance to finally speak but his realization that he never had a chance to begin with.

He was leading horses and carriages from the front of Honeyhold to the stables. He and his father, along with coachmen of varying houses, were in charge of the beasts while their masters danced and filled their bellies. His father had made some joke about it, but Michael ignored it-- throwing himself into his work until he spotted a flash of orange near the back entrance of the stables. It dragged him and his attention, drawing him in the direction until he was outside in the crisp night air. His head flicked to look at where he was certain the person had went and sure enough stood peering around the corner was Lucinda Griswald herself. She was dressed up and painted to appeal to the male gaze that was wondering about inside.

He admired it too. How couldn't he? She looked absolutely beautiful, stunning even as he followed her draw back from the corner. It led them behind the stables away from anyone's gaze as long as they kept their voices down, "What are you doing out here, Lady Lucy?"

“I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night because I want you."

His breath catches in his throat and his hands curl quickly at his sides, nails digging into his palms. His dark hues widening, "Wh... what?" He stutters over the one word, weight shifting and world slanting. Suddenly he felt sick and he wasn't sure if it was from nerves of what she was saying or that someone may hear them talking.

“Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.”

The words fire through him, hit after hit as if arrows had been aimed at him for years. He knew she was forward and flirtatious, but he never wanted to read into it... but looking at her and those big brown eyes? He couldn't help the way his shoulders sank, melting him some to the spot as his face flushed with a warm blush. She was asking so much of him with two spoken things, requesting to hear things he knew he would be killed for uttering. Maybe not killed, but at least removed from Honeyhold and that'd be worse.

"You're mistaken," he says it softly, shifting his weight from foot to foot then stepping closer, "I can't say that because it isn't true." He brings his hands up, covering his heart with them, "I care about you. I have cared about you for as long as I have known you. I would give anything to the Nine Gods just to have and hold you because I..." words were falling out, quickly and almost without stop, "I burn for you too..." and I have loved you.

[stablelad]

Everyone in Honeyhold was aware of the dynamics that floated around the family, especially when the Lord was defied by either of his daughters... not that the eldest made it habit to. His youngest? Michael wanted to defend her when she was spoken about, wanted to cut in and tell whoever that they didn't understand. Lucy wasn't defiant... she was a dreamer. She saw the world differently, looked at it with bright eyed wonder and excitement-- daring excitement. She was a fluttering butterfly floating from place to place without anyone able to catch her. He'd seen many try since she'd come of age... all suitors picked and shoved on her by her father. It was rare that he wasn't trying to find someone for the girl, rare for her to be without a suitor at her side... especially these days. It seemed the lord was growing impatient that his daughters were not yet wed.

Michael knew he should never speak up when the Lord is about. His father had made that clear to him. The man looked down on them despite the years of care and trust Griswald put on his father with the family horses. It didn't matter that they cared for these beautiful creatures. All that mattered was that at the end of the day? He shoveled shit like most of the peasants in the kingdom. He would never amount to someone that the Lord would consider for Lucy... because yes, Gods yes did he want to be a suitor. He wanted to court her, hold her... kiss her. Ever since he could remember he's felt something for the Griswald girl. Be it when they were younger, running wild through the flower fields or in their current years... never finishing a conversation. He missed being young. It always felt like his hand was in hers constantly back then.

Today he'd overhead the conversation whether he wanted to or not. He'd been grooming one of the Lord's several horses when the yelling ensued. He'd wanted to look, but knew better then to draw attention to himself or what was transpiring in the stables. He had to stay quiet and wait, had to give it time before he could even brave a glance-- having waited even a few seconds longer after hearing boots storming off. What he saw was a broken girl and his voice slipped out, unable to stop the way he asked a quiet question. He didn't even know if she'd feel up to talking to him.. their conversations were usually brief, quiet, but nothing like the exuberance of their youth.

She answers as he takes in her appearance and expression, noting the way she rubbed away tears that threatened to keep falling. He swallowed a breath as she mentioned no longer seeing her most recent suitor. Amos. He hadn't known his name, but he was glad to suddenly hear it. Glad to know another hadn't worked out, but this wasn't a moment to celebrate. Instead he steps a little closer only to lean his side into a stable door, a brown chestnut mare sticking her head over the edge. He brings a hand up to rub at her nose, offering Lucy a gentle smile, "Do you want to talk about all that or just the part where your dad is disappointed?"

her father's scolding, albeit hissed, still echoed against the stony stable walls loud enough to earn a few whinnies in response. he had caught his youngest child on her way to the stables, where most of her morning adventures started. lucy would visit her prized mare and make it a point to say hello to michael at whatever stage of work he had found himself in that morning. her father knew that his daughter would rather dawdle than do anything productive with herself . . . and he also knew that her making it to the stables meant the window was closing before she'd disappear until dinnertime. off to some meadow or to visit a friend. anywhere but to find a husband, much to his dismay.

that was why he was angry. she had been courted by a fellow from windkeep. she barely remembered his name despite going out with him a couple of times. adam? no . . . amos! amos henny. he was . . . fine, she supposed. that was the problem. she didn't want 'fine.' she wanted 'great.' legendary. breathtaking. and every man her father had presented her with over the years had some sort of excuse ailment that she'd shoo them away for. bad breath, being one minute late to breakfast, speaking too much about sporting. one by one they were quickly dismissed. amos had gotten the same treatment the night before when she told him that she couldn't marry a man who wore brown socks with black trousers. clearly, her father must have gotten word from an angry lord henny at that.

his hands gripped at his daughter's biceps and gave her a jolt of a shake to accentuate the point he was barking at her. you are a silly girl who will be nothing more than a headache to whatever man settles for you. i will throw you on the streets before i allow you to become a spinster in my own home, you hear me? you will not embarrass this family.

he straightened up after the scolding to soften and brush a hand over her curls before he walked away from the stables, leaving her there stunned. she felt a shift in her stomach and a heaviness in her chest as she lifted her eyes to blink back the tears that had welled up in them. she was so tired of everything being so damn serious.

she hadn't heard the steps, so when a soft, familiar voice sounded, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

" hey. want to talk about it? "

she looked over at who spoke with wide eyes, her hand coming up to rest over the knot within her chest. with a hard swallow, she lowered her gaze and lifted her hand to quickly swipe at her cheek. she knew she could cover it up, but @stablelad wouldn't be making reference to ' it ' without having overheard at least part of the conversation.

" i'm sure you're busy, " she covered with a quiet exhale of a laugh, pausing for a moment. she knew that wouldn't be good enough. closing her eyes, a sigh released with the next breath. " i ended things with amos henny last night. i told him i didn't wish to see him again. "

[fandolinroyals]

BURGUNDY TRIES TO KIDNAP PRINCESS AMELIA

This just in, HRH Princess Amelia Lockmere narrowly escaped the clutches of Burgundian agents today after a man broke into her school in Melide and attempted to kidnap her. Thankfully, thanks to some quick action on the part of Her Majesty Queen Lucy, Duchess Erika was alerted to the threat in time for her to go back to the school and retrieve her daughter. 

The person responsible was arrested at the scene by Detective Molly Griswald and Chief Blaine Middleton. Charges are pending an investigation into the matter but the prevailing theory at the moment is that the kingdom of Burgundy is behind the attempt. The man is believed to be a Burgundian national and is thought to have been planning to deliver the princess to the king. 

The Palace Press Secretary for Queen Lucy reached out to our publication with the following statement: 

What transpired today is quite frankly, disgusting. I am insulted, hurt, and unimaginably furious. To the Kingdom of Burgundy, you have attacked my family twice now, and that will not stand. Fandolin will be pushing forward and deploying our military tomorrow. After everything you have done to all of the countries on the Simtinent, you will pay. I will not allow you to continue to rip our families and our countries apart. This is war, Burgundy, and you have erred. 

Strong words, from a strong queen. We will be watching and updating the situation as it develops, so stay tuned.

[joyyywd]

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[charlotte-fleming]

The thing about Justella/Sweet Revenge/Sweet Starlight is Lucy would be SO PSYCHED ABOUT IT. Both Lucy and Ella would try to keep it hidden to break it to her gently, worried that Lucy might think they were abandoning her, but Lucy would be physically shoving them into each other and scampering away like a gay little Rumplestiltskin

[kairithemang0]

Me and who?

[kairithemang0]

Putting out my silly sexuality and gender headcanons for these silly guys because I'm obsessing rn (can't wait to watch this show tonight with my dad)

Ella: ace sapphic

The Prince: bisexual (you can't tell me that man isn't insanely bisexual)

Tadius: ace pansexual (HE AND THE PRINCE ARE BI4PAN TRUST ME)

The Stepmother: Aromantic bisexual

Putrice: Bisexual nb

Rancilda: Straight

Fairy Queen: is above both gender and sexuality

Justine: Transfem lesbian <3

Lucy: Bisexual

The Narrator: Bisexual nb

Subject to change, these are just my thoughts right after watching it. I love this show <3

Obviously none of these are canon, they're just my thoughts. Didn't mean to make both of the Mariah characters trans but idk they give the vibessssss

[kairithemang0]

I love Lucy she just wants to sing and be silly and run barefoot through the glen she's just like me fr fr

Also her hair is so pretty

[kairithemang0]

Lucy is so happy Ella saw a cock like she’s so glad

[playbarbies]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞  𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐧𝐨  𝐦𝐚𝐧  𝐭𝐨  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞  𝐨𝐫  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫.  she  need  not  protection  —  not  from  a  sword  &  shield  nor  by  tongue  &  declarations.  for  justine  was  well  equipped  in  the  latter  -  weapons  capable  of  destruction  which  left  no  physical  marks  or  wounds,  which  left  no  tangible  evidence  of  the  impact  of  their  blows.  

𝚊  𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎  𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢  𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝.  @stablelad  and  lucy  had  accompanied  her,  scampering  off  together  with  hushed  giggles  that  had  caused  justine’s  eyes  to  roll  fondly  —  shouting  after  them  to  be  careful  before  continuing  her  stroll  through  the  market.

with  the  basket  handle  nestled  in  the  crook  of  her  arm,  justine  had  strolled  through  the  various  vendor  booths,  𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜.  for  the  most  part,  the  vendors  and  passersby  were  kind  and  polite.  ever  since  their  dear  ella’s  rise  to  queen,  villagers  were  kinder  overall.  that  truth  made  itself  known  in  the  fact  that  most  made  no  comment  about  〝  the  undead  griswald  sisters  〞  —  𝒂  𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆  𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉  𝒘𝒂𝒔  𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆  𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆  𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔  ��'𝒐𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒓𝒆𝒔  𝒂𝒕  𝒂  𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍  𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈.  

a  title  which  was  shouted  at  her  by  the  grating  voice  of  one  of  the  town  drunks.

′  oy!  ′  he  followed  it  with.  ′  dead  bitch!  ′  

justine  had  attempted  to  ignore  him,  breathing  in  through  her  nose  and  exhaling  through  her  mouth  in  order  to  remain  calm.  but  then  —  

′  where’s  that  bitch  sister  o’yours,  huh?  thinks  she’s  so  good  —  thinks  she’s  too  good  for  me,  does  she?!  ′

justine  whirled  around  on  the  spot.  her  gaze  cold  as  ice,  her  knuckles  white  as  trembling  hands  clenched  the  handle  of  her  wicker  basket.  ′  you  keep  my  sister's  name  out  of  your  filthy  mouth,  you  rotten scoundrel.  ′  she  snapped.  his  eyes  had  narrowed,  and  he  staggered  towards  her.  

′  what  about  you  then  huh?  think  you’re  too  good  for  me  too eh?  i’ll  show  you. i'll show you  both  —  ′  

justine  needed  no  man  to  come  to  her  defense  or  protect  her  honor.  but  michael  was  no  mere  man.  he  was  her  brother,  a  title  that  better  suited  him  than  it  did  jacob.  

eyes  flit  nervously  to  the  man  before  they  land  back  on  michael,  who  now  stood  between  them,  shielding  her.  ❛  mikey,  ❜  she  says,  𝐚  𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞  𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞  —  𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐭  𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝.  she  places  a  hand  on  his  arm,  giving  his  bicep  a  small  squeeze  as  if  to  plead  without  words.  ❛  it’s  alright.  he’s  nothing  more  than  a  drunkard.  prithee,  michael,  let’s  go.  ❜  

[stablelad]

Michael knew he was being a fool. If anyone caught @sillygorl going to the stables and him arriving soon after... anyone could gossip. Plenty of people would. The cooks, the gardeners, the cleaning services, the whatever the Griswalds had hired-- anyone would sell them out for less than a crisp bill just to ruin someone's day. It wasn't that he had enemies within the Honeyhold ranch and he didn't believe Lucy did either, but secrets sold.

Regardless of all that he still arrived as he normally did, ten minutes to six with a container of small muffins. His father had made them the night before for the morning and had ensured his son took some before heading out, the older Northcott arriving closer to eight. He used to arrive with Michael, but as he got older and his joints stiffer-- his son insisted he come later and leave early. It didn't bother Michael any. He enjoyed his time with the horses and being at the ranch, enjoyed the busy work too. And now it was coming in handy because when he stepped into the stables he was greeted by the sight of Lucy leaning against a stall door.

He pauses in the open doors of the stables, dark hues flickering along her frame then settling back onto her face. He knows he should say something before he even closes the distance between them, but he can't help himself from reaching behind him to slide the door shut. As it takes away some of the light glow of the sun outside he moves closer to her, smiling as he picks up the pace. The moment he's close enough he's tossing the Tupperware of muffins onto the shelf outside the stall she's leaning against. His hands quickly grab her hips the second they're free, drawing her in and tilting his head so their lips can meet. It takes seconds for his mouth to form to hers, moving and dancing along hers in a melody that was fit perfect for them.

He can hear cars driving onto the property, others looking to start their days on the Honeyhold ranch but he doesn't dare break away. He knows they have until someone slides that door open to pull apart, but it doesn't make his heart race any less. He's anxious as he kisses her, but he can't stop. He'd rather risk it all than lose this chance again for who knows how long.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

[stablelad]

Michael stood with a chalice in hand, grip on it as tight as it could get without hurting his fingers. He'd been listening to the Prince talk for the better half of the last thirty minutes or so. @forwardmoved on an endless rant about the women of Honeyhold. He'd started by talking about the Lady Griswald, saying both unsavory and terrible things about her that made Michael shift uncomfortably. He had mumbled his way through that, but he wasn't too sure how his composure faired when the royal began to speak of the sisters. It had ignited something inside of him, but he wasn't one to fight. He wasn't one to draw attention to himself and he knew better than do so in this moment... especially with the likes of the Prince. It was one thing to correct a bannerman (though risky), but to silence the Prince? He wouldn't dare. Even as he went on a journey discussing whatever curve he could make from Lucy in the gown she wore. Michael's Lucy. He tried his best to force a grin through it, unaware of whether it showed in his gaze how badly he wished to be gone from the conversation. Maybe that's what led him to drifting off in thought, tuning out what was being said up until a question was spoken in his direction. The trail of it catching him to warn his attention was needed.

what do you think? now that you know what i am?

The questions repeat in his head, drawing him to the sudden realization that this was all started upon the Prince asking whether Michael was familiar with him beyond the title. He'd said he couldn't say beyond the stories he's heard from those around the village and in Honeyhold. How the Prince went from whatever point he was making to talking about the women of Honeyhold... Michael didn't know. Unless-- oh. Oh. "Oh you mean--" he fastens a grin to his face, forcing words to come out as cordial as he can muster, "Why, my prince, I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk with such brevity about the women here. I'm sure it'll be impossible for them to avoid your charming ways, sire. Though I doubt you care my thoughts further on what you already know."