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[fellomenking]

Man, we've all had scenarios and thought blurbs about the Tarnished sticking up for Morgott whenever faced with discrimination and prejudice.

Now imagine the two of them venturing to the Land of Shadow, and bearing witness to the horrors there. The Hornsent aren't particularly receptive to the Tarnished and their ilk.

But then there's Morgott, staring down anyone who would talk down to his little Tarnished... And really, Morgott's another one who has everything going on about him that the Hornsent consider divine. Who are they to argue?

"... See? I told you."

"Be still, little Tarnished... These... Hornsent as they call themselves, are a cruel people."

"... There are people who are cruel, regardless of whether they have horns or not... Hell, I remember a time when you looked down on me with a similar disdain."

"..."

[fellomenking]

You forgott the most important thing...

People really do assume the FromSoft formula is just "super hard boss fights" but really it's Tall Ladies, Hidetaka Miyazaki's barely contained masochistic death fetish, incredibly hard but usually fair boss fights, community graffiti, annoying rat, even more annoying dog, walk walk fashion baby, poison swamp, bottomless pit, Large Jovial Dad Figure, jolly cooperation, Berserk Reference, and slapstick comedy.

[fellomenking]

Man, it's such a widespread headcanon that Morgott is a gardener -- and he's especially fond of Sunflowers.

Mohg, likewise, is partial toward Bloodroses. But not many peeps seem to give thought on Mohg and if he shared in Morgott's enthusiasm toward Gardening.

... I still ponder about that lone Golden Sapling just below the Mohgwyn Palace. Mohg, who has every reason to despise the Golden Order, but chooses not to uproot that one Golden Sapling. Because were he to do so, would he not be mirroring Marika’s own actions with he and Morgott?

No... He would tend to the sapling as though it were one of his own.

[krakenguard]

Me, a Floridian, waking up this morning:

[fellomenking]

... So what if Morgott was the Lord of the Night?

[fellomenking]

Before the throne of the Elden Lord?

Before the very Erdtree to which he has sworn to protect?

What better place?

[lanternfading]

Every time I look at Mohg and his really long arms, I think of that one gif...

[fellomenking]

Thinking about how certain items in the Land of Shadow describe the blessing of the Erdtree as having a nauseating effect.

Thinking about how Morgott, devoting himself to the Erdtree despite his curse, being driven to nausua during our fight with him.

And also, thinking about how Morgott STILL whooped Radahn's ass - IN HIS PRIME - while quite possibly debilitated under the light of the Erdtree.

[fellomenking]

So I got a wee bit creative with some of the dialogue blips from Elden Ring...

[fellomenking]

O, if only it were that simple...

[fellomenking]

I'm still convinced the main reason Boggart ended up in Leyndell dungeon is because he got caught saying "Marika’s tits!" within earshot of Morgott.

"How dare thee, defile the... Bosom of the Queen Marika with thine tongue."

"Hoho, mate, that'd be a BLESSIN' to meet the Queen Marika’s bosom with my tongue...!"

"GUARDS!"

[fellomenking]

I think people are leaving out the best part of that new Elden Ring Manga:

EDIT: We got TWO shots

[fellomenking]

This should have been in the actual game

it appears that I forgot to delete a mod

[fellomenking]

Seriously though, I'm an absolute sucker over the idea of sex being this super religious experience for Morgott. And for the moment to happen at the foot of the Erdtree -- In the place where we're supposed to fight him.

The act goes against what he's sworn to do - to eliminate all who harbor ambitions for the Erdtree, or for lordship. And it goes against the Tarnished's own ambition - to eliminate all who stand in their path of becoming Elden Lord.

And Morgott -- He's so devoted to the Erdtree... It was sacrilegious, to engage in such an act before the Erdtree - before the thrones - hell, he is an omen!

But you didn't care about that... The Erdtree was a symbol of faith, but that's all it was. It did not care about what they did in that moment. It would not smite you two for engaging in the pleasures of flesh.

And, if the Greater Will had well and truly left the Lands Between, then what would it matter?

What mattered was you loved him. What mattered was that he KNEW you loved him -- And you loved him not in spite of what he was, but partially because of it. The horns. The whiskers. The fur. And that lovely tail of his.

He was beautiful. And you wanted him to know that.

[fellomenking]

Man, that fic by @woahmyboi sorta got my brainworms a'wrigglin' -- cooked some delicious food there!

Anyhoo though, they mentioned the idea of Morgott imprinting himself on his little Tarnished.

Starts off with him lowering himself down to the Tarnished's level. In this case, they'd literally see him walking down on all fours - very much like how a Gorilla would carry itself, and yet he's showering them in very much catlike behavior.

He's crawling around them in circles, rumbling, growling, chuffing. And he keeps bumping his head into them. He's rubbing the side of his face against them. Quite roughly at that.

It takes the Tarnished a few moments to recognize this cat-like behavior -- realizes he's leaving his scent on them.

At some point, they open their arms up - and he ends up right in their embrace. And they hold him, his head resting against their chest as they play with his whiskers.

... They never realized just how soft he was.

... And they realize too that he's... Smiling?

They never see him smile...

As they rest, the Tarnished can't help but hold him closer, gently nuzzling into his hair.

[fellomenking]

... Shield your eyes, peeps! There be boobs down below!

Commission from the very lovely @pk4n​ 🥰