#🌕 : VISAGE

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

Loona tag dump

[eunciia-a]

Meet Bea Garcia, a music major with a dream that will never come true due to being the alpha of a werewolf pack. Eventually he will stop shifting back and forth as his parents did, and he will simply stay a wolf. Due to this, Bea tends to try to keep people at arm length, but he's not very good at it. He does feel bad for letting people get attached to him and then disappearing without being able to explain his absence.

Bea is Ansel's brother and the alpha of the pack that Sadie and Oliver are part of.

Bea is officially updated and available to be requested. You can read his full bio here or by going to the roster link on my blog.

[mngrlmgic]

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[brckenprcmises]

wolf boy that comes off as an ass, but really he's just afraid to let anyone get close to him

[sandysemjunior]

[snow-succubus]

Was in mad mood so I drew an official reference of my girl

Shoes are hard lmao

[leggerefiore]

maybe lucy, cyllene, and/or rika with a clumsy s/o? doesn’t have to be a cutesy kind of clumsy either, i was thinking more like “s/o will literally trip over their own feet and just barely avoid hitting their limbs on any furniture meanwhile their normally stoic/serious/laidback gf watches like ???” lmao

an all women request... how rare lol

cw: mentions of bruises from being clumsy, fluff

characters: Lucy, Cyllene, Rika

💜Lucy🐍

🟣 She worries more actively than she would like to admit. Seeing you dinged up with bruises would make her fret a lot at first, and she assumes due to the countless ones littering your skin that someone had purposefully caused them rather than it being an incident between you and every inanimate object that dared cross your path. Really… You had a bruise on your knee from hitting it on a book that was on your bed. She would almost be impressed if it were not so concerning for her. She feels a bit flustered when Nolan chuckles at the sight of you covered in bruises. What was he thinking? He gets one of her signature glares in reply.

🟣 Her concern is best expressed through a harsh look and helping stop you from running into things or tripping over your own feet. It simply is maddening how you seem to be made to stumble and fall and cover yourself in bruises. She looks away for one moment, and you have bumped your arm hard into a doorknob. A quiet huff of frustration leaves her as she strides over to make sure that you are otherwise alright. A mark is already there to begin the telltale signs of a bruise to come. There is a helpless feeling in trying to save you from yourself. Part of her begins to just accept this is how things are.

🟣 Ultimately, though, she does still try to help you from running into things. Her Serviper is enlisted to help guide you, too. The serpent rushes over to drag you away from a door frame that you were talking too close to. She also finds herself pulling you into her side to help you keep balance. With her aid, the sheer amount of bruises does shrink. It gives her some peace of mind. Until she lets her guard drop again, and you somehow manage to both bump into a wall before stumbling over directly into a chair. Then she sits quietly, holding her drink and squinting her eyes. The game had been rigged since the beginning.

🌙Cyllene🌌

🌕 The bruises trigger her concern instantly as both your superior and your girlfriend. Did you gain these on a survey? What had caused them? She is truly ready to pull out her sword and show whatever dared put you in such a state, a terrifying visage of the Survey Corps Captain… Until she learns that the culprit was none other than yourself. She pinches the bridge of her nose and lowers her head when she learns that you had gathered them all by essentially tripping over things and running into various obstacles out in the wilds and in town. Her concern feels wasted… But, she desperately now wants to help you stop experiencing this issue.

🌕 Her concern comes in making sure you have well-fitted shoes, assuming that to be the main culprit of your clumsiness. Alas, that only helped a bit. She raises her head up from the paperwork on the desk before her when a loud thud rung out in the air. She then spies you holding your arm, having run into the door frame of her office. Her gaze narrows. How…? It was a double-wide entry… Just… She can only blink and ask if you need the infirmary, pointing to the connecting door in her office. When you say no, she only sighs. This was truly a situation… What if this got you hurt on a survey? She shuddered to think about you stumbling over while fighting a frenzied noble.

🌕 Her quest to help you become more balanced begins and ends quickly. She makes you do walking exercises and training moves with you to help improve your area awareness and movement. It seemed to be going well at first, and she felt immense relief that she would not have to deal with a report that would break her heart due to your clumsiness. This, however, was proven wrong when you went out on a survey to the highlands with Laventon and came back covered in bruises. She felt like banging her head on her desk. This was impossible. She was not one to admit defeat, but she could tell when something was a useless endeavour. In the end, she just asks you to please be more careful. For her sanity, you should try. She is about to act like her descendant on a certain mountain if you do not.

👔Rika🌶

🟤 Rika was enjoying a coffee while cuddling with her Clodsire when she watched you walk right into the coffee table. She instantly jumped up with wide eyes to check on you. Whatever instinct she had from watching Poppy toddle around and run into things as small children do entered her mind. This is when she discovers that this is a relatively common event in your life and lets out a sigh. How in the world did you make it through life? It was bewildering, truthfully. You just shrugged it off as life. She almost wants to, but the sheer number of bruises makes her rethink it. Really… How did Poppy have more balance than you?

🟤 Her plans are to help you become more aware of your surroundings, assuming that was the main culprit. She knows another person who often gets distracted and runs into things, so she asks you to keep yourself aware whenever you walk around. Just keep your eyes on the space surrounding you, she says. This seems to fix it – until she watches you trip over your own feet and only narrowly catch yourself on a chair nearby. Red eyes are shot wide as she debates how that was possible? Your shoes seemed to fit you well... Right? They were not anything that were tripping hazards, either. Somehow, her mind goes back to her Clodsire when it was a Wooper that would stumble over itself. It… was kind of cute... She has to stop herself from thinking that. This could be dangerous. Right…?

🟤 Her solution is a simple one. An agreeable one, to her. She keeps you close to her when you two walk around in public to help keep down the number of incidents. If you start to trip over your feet? She is right there to catch you and help laugh it off. Honestly, it bothers her a lot less than it should. Everything about it seems to be more of a curse than anything you can control. She is more than happy to give you a hand to get around. To her, it really is just cute. She knows it really should not be, but there is something adorable about you being a bit helpless. And… She is not the type to complain about having to be close to her partner. Having you pressed to her side is a non-issue to her. Oh, and if you do ever get a bruise in front of her, she will start to jokingly kiss it better. (You claim they go away faster when she does that. She just rolls her eyes in response.)

[twistedshipper]

|{visages of the goddess}| 🌒🌕🌘 🌒🌕🌘 |{inspired by (x)}|

[lunarmoonanons]

Dragon Sisters

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

YN finally goes out to the gardens in her colourful outfits. Wanting to spend the day with her dearest sister

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

Masterlist

It was always a treat to see the Targaryen princesses in their colourful and elaborate outfits. YN liked to dress up in her lovely outfits for her sister’s amusement. She had taken a respite from her colourful outfits since the death of her dear sister Daella, having worn black for a year. In the bright year of 84 AC, YN retired her black dresses for her colourful dresses once again. Her friend, Coren Thorne, had been a comfort to her and had finally convinced her to allow herself to feel happy once again. 

So on a bright warm springtime morning, YN finished her letter to Coren and asked for her maid to bring her light purple dress, one that flowed ever so gently in the wind and embroidered with butterflies in the skirt. She gave her letter to her maid, asking that it be delivered to her friend, then finally left her room preparing for the gazes of the court. 

She left quite the impression on the people in the keep who had grown used to seeing the mournful princess. YN paid them no mind, occasionally acknowledging the compliments that were given to her, but she intended to go to the gardens and find her mother or sister there. She knew her happy visage would make Saera happy. But before she was there she came across her dearest older sister Alyssa. She was in riding gear, which made YN smile at her sister’s antics. Even now, as heavily pregnant as she was, Alyssa would go flying. Alyssa smiled at her favorite sister, and opened her arms for YN to run into. 

“My dear baby sister. It’s so good to see you in colours again.”  Alyssa laughed and kissed the top of YN’s silver hair. 

“You should be taking care of yourself. What would the Maester say if he knew you were flying so late into your pregnancy.” YN teased and pulled back. 

“He would be too scared to dare speak against me.” Alyssa laughed. “Where are you going my dearest?” 

“I wanted to go into the garden and find Saera, or mother. I think seeing me in colours again would make them happy.” 

Alyssa wrapped one arm around the girl’s shoulders. “Then let’s go and find them.” 

YN smiled and rested her head against her sister’s shoulder. She always knew Alyssa would be there for her. When it wasn’t her and Saera, it was her and Alyssa. The two were so close. YN loved her older sister Alyssa so dearly, she had been her protector, her confidant, her dearest sibling. She knew that if she told Alyssa about her and Saera’s deep love for each other then Alyssa would understand. 

But she didn’t tell her. Saera knew the world better and knew no one could be promised with the knowledge of their relationship. So she made YN swear to not speak of their stolen kisses and their daring romance.

So as the two made their way to the gardens. Speaking about their mornings and how YN was getting along with her friend and penpal, Coren. Alyssa spoke about her dear sons, and how she was certain the babe in her belly was another boy. YN was very interested in her nephews and always asked about them when she could. 

When they finally found their way to the garden, Alyssa and YN looked around for their mother or sister. YN stopped by one of the flowers that bloomed recently and plucked it from its root and twirled it between her delicate fingers. She knew she would give it to her sister, Viserra. Alyssa steered YN away and then walked till they heard slightly raised and angry voices. When they came across the source, Alyssa rolled her eyes at the sight of Saera arguing with their mother. 

“I can associate with whomever I want to mother! It’s not your business nor is it father’s what i do with my time!” Saera snapped and threw her hands in the air. 

“I have every right to know who you spend time with and what you do! I am your mother!” Alysanne argued. 

“You spend all your time with Gael and Viserra! Let them occupy your concern rather than me!” Saera turned away and stopped her angry expression when she saw her dearest love YN in colours again. 

“Oh my dear one. How lovely you look.” Alysanne smiled and walked toward her daughters. Kissing Alyssa on the cheek then wrapping YN in a tight hug. “I’m so happy to see you so happy.” 

“Thank you mother.” YN whispered and kissed her cheek. 

“I must away. Viserra promised to show me her embroidery.” Alysanne excused herself. Alyssa, not wanting to speak to Saera, having not the best relationship with her, decided to leave with her mother and hugged YN for a moment before turning away. 

YN walked toward Saera who had turned away from them and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked defeated and upset at everything, wanting nothing more than to be in YN’s arms. 

“Saera?... Would you like this flower I plucked for you?” YN asked. What she was really saying was would she like to be held. Only her and Saera understood that. 

“Oh YN.” Saera sobbed and held her close.”I hate them. I hate how they are always disappointed in me. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.”

YN sighed and held her close then pulled away to look in her eyes. “I’m not disappointed in you. You could never disappoint me. I love you.”

Saera wiped her eyes and rested her forehead against YN’s. “I just wish they were more like you. I could be happy with only you. My dear one.” 

They both smiled at each other, before Saera brought her lips to YN’s and gave her a loving kiss. YN knew she was still very upset, but when they were together they could pretend it was only the two of them in the world. YN could always understand Saera better than the rest of her family. 

“Would you like to spend the day together?” YN asked as she placed the flower behind Saera’s ear. Twirling the locks of Saera’s silver hair.

“I would love to.” 

So they ran to their secluded part of the garden that very few would go to. The spot that looked over the blackwater. Only going out to order the servants to bring them food and drink. For a day the two could pretend it was only the two of them in the whole world.

[thisworldisablackhole]

nothing,nowhere. Hell or Highwater

🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

FFO: COUNTRY, EMO, ALEX G, DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL / LISTEN

Country is back in. It has been for a while. Everyone wants to be a cowboy these days. The undercurrents of americana that pervade popular music have never gone away, but many artists over the past few years have been pushing their over the top characterizations of cowboys and countryscapes back into the mainstream by fusing the genre with electronic based pop and rap. Lil Nas X, Oliver Tree, hell, even Beyoncé has seen the potential in this fusion. In a way, it almost feels a little bit late for singer-songwriter and emo-rap-metalcore extraordinaire Joe Mulherin to be hopping on the trend, but I'm not sure if anyone has so unabashedly mixed alt-country and emo pop like this before.

Hell or Highwater is the newest entry in the series of Joe Mulherin doing whatever the fuck he wants since leaving Fueled by Ramen and regaining ownership of his career. He already dropped a full length record of emo rap bangers earlier this year, and now, almost as if to flex his new found creative freedom, he's switching things up with nine sad, manure scented acoustic tracks. "John Wayne (I Wanna Be A Cowboy)" kicks things off with a reminder that Mulherin is, in fact, a millennial, and his perspective as a 30 something year old struggling with motivation and trapped in cycles of late night doom-scrolling definitely shines through in the lyrics. Somber strums of the guitar accompany him as he sings "I wanna be a cowboy, but I sleep too late. I stayed up all night watching Walmart fights on my phone". At face value, it's a bit cheesy, but the message of desperately wanting more for yourself yet having too much executive dysfunction to take those steps is honest and easily relatable for the modern age. Don't worry though, not every song is so on the nose with it's tiktok generation pandering. Fourth track and one of the biggest album highlights, "In The Country", hits us with the beautiful cry of the harmonica and a much less obvious approach to discussing depression and the yearning to escape to a quieter, simpler life.

I'd be remiss not to mention that there is still a small hip hop influence on this album. "Hydrangeas", "Cliché Lovers", and "Honey" all feature some 808s and trap hi hats, but Mulherin's sad cowboy persona still remains at the core of these songs, and these elements blend so seamlessly into the rest of the album that they hardly feel out of place, especially if you are already familiar with the previous work of nothing,nowhere. These songs bring a sort of mixtape feel to the album, and while they aren't the star of the show for me, they act as nice segues between the more countryfied moments. Things really get kicked up a notch near the end of the record with bombastic choruses in a slacker visage like early Dashboard Confessional meets Rocket-era Alex G. Closing track "New England" ends things off on a particularly high note, starting with the lone riffing of an electric banjo before drums, acoustic guitars and blues slides all drop into place. Mulherin throws a slight twang on his voice as he recites some of his most muddy truck lovin' lyrics to date, "Well, I know that backroads and dirty clothes just ain't for everyone. So, you take the city lights and skyline, give me a setting sun". It's probably the most cowboy cosplay moment on the whole album, but in the midst of the trees and cornfields still lies an explosive, tearjerking chorus of lost love that could make me weep. Mulherin has always had a knack for hooks and catchy choruses, and this song further exemplifies the fact that he could easily make a career in writing chart topping hits if he wanted to.

I'll admit, I wasn't expecting to fall in love with this album. My personal relationship with country music has gone from ironically blasting "Fix A Drink" by Chris Jansen for shits and giggles, to eagerly watching Lucinda Williams live with clasped hands and open ears, but when the emo kid next door suddenly shows up on your front lawn with a cowboy hat, acoustic guitar in hand, and face painted like a clown, I think anyone would be a little skeptical. But whether it's rap, metalcore, or alt country, Mulherin never fails to write a memorable, heart clutching song. Hell or Highwater is just further proof that his song writing talent transcends borders, and—outside of the constraints of major labels—he truly can do whatever the fuck he wants.

[umber-cinders]

Title:  𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄

Chapter 10: Gameplan

Summary: M'Baku sets some ground rules and Inyanga makes a decision.

Warnings:  MATURE, EXPLICIT 🔞 ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Violence, Smut, Forced Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat,Knotting, Breeding Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wakanda AU, Dark AU

❥Chapter Index ❥

Inya followed M'Baku down to the kitchen. It was a sizable room that seemed equipped with just about any form of appliance one might need to make any dish they pleased. There was an island with barstools but he gestured for her to take a seat at the table near a large bay window. One look at the outside world made Inya nearly choke on her own breath. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but it had not been the visage of a sprawling tree lined mountain side.

The view out the window perfectly framed the overlook of a rocky drop-off that likely went down a very long way. The ground below in the distance seemed to be almost basin-shaped with massive trees filling it to capacity. Directly across the basin of trees are more mountain-sides. They dot the land with trees before quickly fading out into snowy peaks that go up farther than she can actually see. There are clearly more homes sparsely decorating the mountains in the distance, their geometric wooden shape seems to be carved into the cliffs and the smoke from their chimneys is readily apparent.

Jabariland was a jarring change from Wakandan scenery, but not as drastic from what she saw in the wilderness back home. Still, Inya had never quite been up as high as a mountaintop before. The thought of how isolated she now was made her heart clench.

Was there even a way down from here if she got out?

❥Read The Rest On Ao3 ❥

[humanwithfourheads]

“Tout le monde a plusieurs visages, je suis le seul à les montrer tous.”

Bienvenue!

This is a canon divergent RP blog for q!Antoine ran by @howdytheresam ! Note that the admin is not the CC nor is trying to impersonate him.

The admin also does not speak French and will be relying on translators and internet translations. Please feel free to correct if anything is wrong!

Notes about yAntoine!

yAntoine uses any pronouns minus it/its!

Claims to be human, is in fact, not human.

Always disguised in some way.

Dirt enjoyer.

Very inquisitive of what people think and their perspective. After direct interactions with other characters will write notes containing information of both his opinion and reaction.

Tags:

Posts: Merde parler

Asks: Comme un cadeau!

Reblogs: Communication de personne à personne

Misc reblogs: J'ai déterré ça

End blog: Je le note…

Other Yaoiverse members:

note: the moons represent their trust in others! The darker the moon the more trust. This does not mean Antoine doesn’t like the person, it just means she won’t confide in them. The children are exempt.

Les amis Français:

🌑 Pierre: @shitfactory-official - #mon fournisseur

🌑 Baghera: @theducklady - #Quitter le nid?

🌑 Etoiles: @tueur-de-donjon - #Mon étoile la plus forte

🌑 Kameto: @frenchsasuke - #Le vrai héros

💫 Pomme: @carmalized-apples - La prunelle de mon œil

Autres personnes gentilles:

🌘 Fit: @spawnradio - #La moitié de mon épée

🌑 Maximus @maximum-father - #Confiance avec la vie

🌕 Wilbur: @signed-in-song - #Il est parti comme un vrai père !

🌔 BadBoyHalo: @daddestboyhalo - #Le faucheur des secrets

🌕 Missa: @cringefailskeledad - #Vous êtes aussi bon que vos os !

🌕 Luzu: @tilinsfather - #Quand est-ce que celui-ci est revenu ?

🌓 Roier: @psicologoier - #Étrange thérapeute…

🌕 Slimecicle: @elfagflippo - #Vous êtes seulement humain

🌕 Mariana: @elwifeguy - #Même si tu ne l'es pas

🌘 Mike: @tazeredmike - #On ne peut pas en avoir un

🌘 Pac: @packedtazer - # Sans l'autre

🌔 Phil: @crows-father - Plumes comme des couteaux

🌖 Vegetta: @constructor777 - #Il fait chaud ici

🌕 Foolish! @builderfreak - Certainement immortel

🌕 Cellbit: @catboyarg - #Le chat se cache dans le chapeau

🌓 Jaiden: @the-bird-behind-the-slaughter - Le cœur est au bon endroit

🌕 Quackity: @duckduckquackity - #Désespoir est commun

Les enfants:

💫 Richarlyson: @footballpigeon - #Les dessins peuvent être des miroirs

💫 Chayanne: @cha-cha-cha-chayanne - #Une plume du corbeau

💫 Trumpet: @yaaay-propellerhat - #Perdu dans les yeux

💫 Ramón: @inventorswag - #La vision créative

💫 Leonarda: @minibuilder777 - #Une puce hors du bloc

💫 Tallulah: @music-among-the-amapolas - #Une note perdue

💫 Bobby: @bobby-el-mas-chingon - #Un combattant perdu

💫 Juanaflippa: @bulletflips - #Perdu potentiel dangereux

💫 Tilin: @witheredlilacs - #Un canard du même nid?

Autre? Pas sûr? Euh:

🌕 Cucurucho: @thecensusbureau - #Comme c'est joli !

🌕 Pato: @quesadillaislandofficial - #Il travaille probablement en dessous du salaire minimum

🌕 Lil Jesus: @jesusyaoi - #Un faux espoir

🌕 Lil Satan: @theyaoidevil - #Une fausse peur

[lykofxs]

{𝑻𝒂𝒈 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒑/𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆}

i still gotta run through the manga again to make more icons, but for now--

🌕{𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔}🌗

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☽⋄🙦⋆ic⋆🙤⋄☾ ☽⋄🙦⋆rp⋆🙤⋄☾ ☽⋄🙦⋆cross over⋆🙤⋄☾

🌖{𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔}🌔

TBA

🌔{𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔}🌓

☽⋄🙦⦓O beast brought forth by Twilight ⋆ Wolf Link⦔🙤⋄☾

☽⋄🙦⦓She who rules over Twilight ⋆ Midna⦔🙤⋄☾

☽⋄🙦⦓Hero of Ages Past ⋆ OoT Link⦔🙤⋄☾

☽⋄🙦⦓Hero of the Skyward City ⋆ SS Link⦔🙤⋄☾

☽⋄🙦⦓Hero of the Wilds blessed by Tears ⋆ BotW/TotK Link⦔🙤⋄☾

🌓{𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐}🌑

TBA

🌑{𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔}🌕

TBA

[babyseraphim]

I liked this game, so we’re doing it again:

send me an emoji, and I'll write a few sentences for the associated work, then post an excerpt!

🐎 - each-uisge • the waterhorse

Edwin and Charles are hired to capture and relocate a displaced kelpie, but Edwin finds a familiar face in the creature's visage.

📖 - my healing needed more than time (ch. 5)

Edwin gets a research partner, and baby Charles makes a new friend.

🌕 - moon rock blitz

The boys' 35th anniversary of their meeting is coming up, and Charles wants to gift Edwin a rare moon rock for the occasion (sentimental reasons). Crystal helps him plan a haunted museum heist.

🛋️ - dye it all, rosary (ch. 2)

Set during the year after the events of ch. 1. Edwin and Charles both learn about how trauma works, and finally take some baby steps towards healing.

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, CHARLETTE. 🌕

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Justin age: 23 pronouns: he/him ooc contact: selunesangel on twitter other characters in xc: Sveta, Bluestar

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Charlette (Exiled Tarnished) age: 39 pronouns: she/her series: Elden Ring canon point: Post becoming Elden Lord app triggers: Sickness, death

personality:

Charlette is extremely hardworking and will do anything to make sure that she completes her tasks, whatever they may be. This has her coming off as rather callous to other people, as she is ready to do whatever it takes to get someone in her way out of her way. She works on impulse, acting quickly as soon as something interests her and springing to action to handle it. She is loyal, ready to stand by those she deems as an ally.

something your muse struggles with: She will not hesitate to kill if someone tries to stand in her way. The Lands Between are too harsh for her not to.

your muse’s greatest strength: She is fiercely loyal and faithful to her friends, ready to lend her blade to them against whatever they need to face.

history / background:

Rise, tarnished. You are not finished with this world, and this world is not finished with you. The Two Fingers beseech you, and who are you to leave their requests unanswered?

You awaken in your Deathbed Dress beneath a Minor Erdtree in the Mistwood, your mind from before shrouded in the very mist that seems to surround you. Who were you before? Does it matter? All you know now is that you have been given a set of armor that you swear reminds you of someone, and a greatsword, a golden light guiding you towards the Stormgate. That name rings a bell. You know you’ve been there before, but you can’t remember why.

You battle your way up the roads, carving through those that stand before you on your way up to the large gate that stands before you. As you rest at a Site of Grace, a visage appears before you, a maiden looking to become your maiden, offering to turn the runes that you earn into strength. An offer you can’t refuse. You infiltrate the Stormgate and make your way into the Stormveil Castle, where you do battle with Godrick the Grafted, a vile tyrant who turned his people into parts to make himself stronger. He falls at your feet, granting you his broken greatrune.

The guiding light leads you further through Liurnia, through Raya Lucaria Academy, where you slay Rennala. You make your way into Caria Manor and down towards the three towers you find just past its walls. Lady Ranni gives you a task, to help her find the dark path, which you oblige. The path leads you down below the Lands Between as you’ve known them, deep into Siofra River, where you discover signs that point you towards the Radahn Festival being held in Caelid. You travel there with many other warriors, where you all manage to slay another of the Greatrune bearers, Radahn himself. With the stars allowed to continue their flight, your path to Nokron is revealed, and you are able to travel beneath the earth to retrieve the Fingerslayer Blade to bring back to Ranni. With this task complete, she leaves to walk the dark path. You decide to follow her, going into the Ainsel River and finding Ranni as a small, discarded doll. She requests that you kill the Baleful Shadow that blocks her path, and with the shadow slain, she leaves to be found one last time beneath the Cathedral of Manus Celes. You place the Dark Moon Ring that she gave you the key for on her finger as she passes, and she grants you the Dark Moon Greatsword.

Your path finds you once again, leading you up north to the Shaded Castle. You swear that Elemer’s gauntlets remind you of your own, his briars standing for his exile. Were you exiled as well? No, your gauntlets remain clear of briars. You couldn’t be an exile then. You travel to the Volcano Manor, playing as their assassin for tarnished just like you. Not that you cared. You just wanted to face Rykard, slaying him for the blasphemous acts he has done against the Erdtree. That’s what you must do. For the Two Fingers told you that you must.

You travel deeper into Leyndell, climbing your way up to the Erdtree on your mission to become Elden Lord. A wall of thorns blocks your path though, where Melina tells you that in order to continue on this path, she must sacrifice herself in the Forge of Giants. You have grown closer to Melina, you couldn’t possibly do that. But you must, that is what the Two Fingers asks of you to do. But… you have heard of a walkway beneath Leyndell, where there is something that could burn down the thorns blocking your way without needing Melina to sacrifice herself. You trek through the Shunning-Grounds beneath the city, finding your way deeper and deeper, slaying a mimic of Mohg that you find beneath. You feel the Two Fingers calling you back, demanding you to return to the path, but you ignore it. You fall further and further, your body nearly failing you before you find the doorway, marked by yellow flames, what you have known to be the mark of chaos in the world. You push further, pushing past the door and meeting with the Three Fingers, granting you the flame of frenzy.

You wake up once again, knowing that many days have passed. You no longer hear Melina’s voice, but you know she is upset. She urged you not to do this, but you could not let her sacrifice herself. Your arms are covered in briars. You have been exiled. 

You find yourself on the branches of a tree… you know this tree. The Haligtree. This… This is home. You know it is. Why does it feel like home? You walk further, slaying creatures before you as you urge yourself deeper and deeper towards the roots of the Haligtree. You find knights that look like you, wearing clothes like yours, but they seem hollow, like they have no purpose besides protection of whatever lies beneath the tree. You push further and further until you finally find your way into the base of Elphael, encountering the one they have guarded. The lady you guarded before, the one you always wanted to properly meet, the one you always held in such high esteem. Malenia, Blade of Miquella, Goddess of Rot. Can you bring yourself to kill your lady? Can you drive your blade through her chest and claim yourself as a goddess in her place? Is this what must be done before becoming Elden Lord? Whether it is or not, you are here now, and you must fight her. You do not want to die, and there must be only one left standing. With one final swing of your blade, you carve her chest open, leaving her lifeless on the ground. You feel no different. But… if you are not a god now, you will be soon. For if you can kill a god, what is the difference in the end?

You find yourself in the ruins of Leyndell, walking up into the Erdtree, few foes remaining to stop you in your trek. Around you lay sprawled out the corpses of those that called upon the last Elden Lord. With your final steps through a golden fog and into the dark stone arena that surrounds you and Radagon. The Golden Order’s last member lies before you, and is nothing compared to your goddess. Radagon falls dead, and the arena shifts, a massive beast made of starlight coming to kill you. But you have fought more dangerous foes. A beast is nothing in the face of a goddess, much less a god killer. With your greatsword driven through it, you take your seat upon the throne, taking your rightful place as Elden Lord.

powers / abilities:

Frozen Armament - Enhance your weapon with ice affinity.

Golden Vow - Grants a boost to your attack and defense, as well as your allies, for a short time.

Erdtree Heal - Heals you and your allies greatly.

inherent abilities: A natural resistance to crimson rot

items / weapons:

Dark Moon Greatsword +10 - A large greatsword blessed with moonlight. It applies frost build up. You can also magically enhance it to launch a projectile and moonlight at an enemy.

Clawmark Seal +25 - Allows for the casting of spells

Green Turtle Talisman - Increases stamina regeneration

Crimson Amber Medallion +1 - Increases health

Erdtree’s Favor +2 - Raises health, stamina, and the amount you can carry

Dragoncrest Greatshield Talisman - Reduces physical damage

Flask of Wondrous Physick - Crimson Crystal Tear + Opaline Hardtear - Heals you for half of your health bar and grants you resistance to all damage types for a few moments.

Flask of Crimson Tears +11 - Heals you

Mimic Tear Ash +10 - Calls forth a perfect mimic of yourself

starting ability: Golden Vow

starting item: Dark Moon Greatsword +10

extra: N/A

discord id: GOLDEN VOW#7888