#Marika muse

[an0ther-f00ls-muse]

The different Interpretations/Portrayals of my Muses!! ((Be aware, this may be somewhat ‘cringe’ & ooc as I have yet to actually play the damn game & dlc yet, however I did watch a lot of lore videos, soo yeah-))

My Portrayal(s) of ‘Queen Marika the eternal’

I technically do two different versions of her, a much, much younger version of her before the hornsent did their whole jarring thing, so if you wanna do something with her just let me know which one you wanna do things with lol.

The main points that are most important

-> My village version of Queen-Marika <-

-> This first interpretation/portrayal of Marika is that, as a younger woman that she is more akin to ‘Roderika’ with the fact she’s more of an actual ‘Spirit-Tuner’.

-> My younger version of Marika I’ll be using as a muse here doesn’t really talk, she usually uses simple sign language, she doesn’t actually speak until the whole ‘hornsent-activities’ in my interpretation/portrayal & the only reason she even talks after that is because of the jars & such.

-> She has turquoise-green eyes up until her ascension into her godhood, much akin to the eye color of Messmer’s serpents actually.

-> She is more passive & peaceful up until everything that happened with her village & the ‘hornsent’, so keep that in mind if you wanna do anything with her younger-self of her lol.

-> My younger version of Marika likes flowers, a lot and just likes making different things out of them, so if you ask for a starter with this version of her just keep this in mind maybe lol.

-> She technically ‘named’ my own muse version of Radagon, this won’t automatically apply to your ‘Radagon &/or Marika’ muses unless we discussed otherwise for RP purposes!!!

-> She’s not as tall as she is in canon just yet, she has some more growing to be doing despite being an adult, she won’t be her canon height until a bit after her ascension into her godhood.

->:My more current version of Queen-Marika<-

-> She’s her actual canon height in this version of herself now, keep this in mind ig.

->This will be the version of her that actually talks with her words nowadays, however she still knows her sign language.

-> she can still somewhat use her ‘Spirit-Tuner’ abilities, but she doesn’t do it as often and is pretty damn rusty by now.

-> her eyes & hair are fully golden now, as golden as the actual Elden-Ring by now.

-> Her skin has many small ‘cracks’ all around her upper body, it’ll just won’t be as noticeable as the ones she gets after the ‘shattering’ (aka the trailer)

-> She does somewhat try to be a good- or at least half decent mother to her children but she isn’t really good at it nine times out of ten.

-> My muse version of Marika has very complicated feelings about her omen twins, she loved them and didn’t know how to deal with that factor and the way that omen’s in general were viewed whatsoever. (This won’t affect your Muses unless we discuss it for RP purposes!!)

-> Both of my muses of Marika & Radagon have complicated feelings for each other, they don’t really like each other anymore- it’s bad. (Once again, this will not affect your own muse version of them both unless we discuss it for RP purposes!!)

-> my version of Marika did & does honestly love her children, so there will occasionally be some kind of this aspect in my RP’s unless asked/discussed otherwise.

-> on my blog, Marika is the one that give her youngest twins the seed to grow the ‘Hailg-Tree’. 

-> Marika on this blog threw away a part of herself that became the Gloam-Eyed Queen.

-> Queen Marika, after the jarring of her people because of the hornsent, she was made to be more or less a ‘Saint’ for their people & she was mostly ‘raised/re-educated’ by the grandam afterwards.

[lockawayknight]

@coldblood-gardens

It's almost as if something had drawn him here...

There's something... off... about this particular invasion, Creighton thinks to himself as his red phantom appears at the foot of the Erdtree – in the ruins of the former capital, rubble below his feet and golden leaves landing in his hair. The once-great kingdom of Leyndell, having long since been abandoned and left to crumble, still patrolled by knights who dutifully protect their lost causes despite it all. It's an almost haunting sight, the sound of the trumpets of emissaries echoing in the distance, and the gentle stirring of branches above. It's certainly a sight to behold...

But Creighton has more important things to do than look around, and more important things to kill than time.

The search is always the best and worst part, fuelling his adrenaline like oil on a flame, sparking deadliness and threatening wildfire. He creeps around corners in search of the target – whoever the Gods decided has to die today. The search is long...

His search eventually leads him to an old building that looks... strangely familiar. Something like home, but hauntingly so, like visiting the place where one grew up after it had been long abandoned. Familiar halls, with familiar fireplaces. Familiar bookshelves adorned with familiar fabrics. It looks strangely like... the Roundtable Hold...?

No, no. Impossible. And regardless...

He's found his target.

But, hold on just a moment... he creeps closer, his axe held tight, his breathing hushed; and he realises...

"... Oh! I remember you!" He gives his position away without a care, taking a casual stance with his axe's blade pointed harmlessly towards the ground. "Albert, or somethin'. Ice witch. Hah, what a joke: looks like you're my mark..."

He says it so casually, as if he isn't about to kill the man.

(Or, at least, try to.)

He does not lower his guard – no, of course not, not when his Lord's name is on the line. But he's treating it with the casual air of one running into an old friend at the market. He shifts his weight to one side, his blade still crackling threateningly.

[luminaryofblood]

A childhood memory of the Lord of Blood...

The jar-warriors found outside the Church of the Forsaken, where Mohg yet resides in the Shunning-Grounds.

Marika forsook Mohg and Morgott when they were born, for bearing the likeness of the people that slaughtered her own. But they were only children. They were innocent.

The jars of Jarburg themselves kept to themselves. Minding their own business and tending to their gardens of flowers. A new generation of jars. They were innocent. Yet still, they were slaughtered. Whether because their was value in their innards. Or perhaps by some lingering decree.

Jars... And Omens... Both reminders of Marika’s past. And both Mohg and the Jars were punishment for crimes they had not committed.

Anyone else thinking about how in Elden Ring the Jars were all hiding away in a secret village because they were being hunted by poachers for their innards and growing rare flowers, and when we meet Jarbairn he says that we can't be a potentate because we don't have smooth silky hands but instead the hands of a warrior and thats no good for becoming a potentate. And then Diallos quest-line happens and it becomes apparent that he isn't a fighter and takes up being the caretaker of the Jars making it very apparent that a potentate is supposed to be someone who has a gentle heart and is akin to a craftsmen/nurturer of the Jars, which ends in Diallos dying in order to protect them?

And now in SotE the potentates are actually naked giant cleaver wielding butchers who chop people up to stuff them inside of the Jars?

Because I sure am.

Edit: Also you would think that considering the heavy trauma associated with the jars and Marika's stellar track record of genociding everything that she doesn't like, that the jars would have been one of the very first things she would've gotten rid of along with the hornsent/omens.

But no, she keeps them around for some reason.... 🤷

[drenched-in-sunlight]

im too lazy to copy all the text so here’s a bit more musing on the technicalities of Godwyn’s power and how he (probably?) developed it.

funny enough this supports my hc that Messmer aspired to be like Godfrey- someone who contain their violence & refined it to a measured blade, while Godwyn did everything to escape his dad’s shadow, absorbing foreign powers via diplomacy-ironically mirroring Radagon (don’t even get me start on how Prince of Death staff scales with both INT and FTH, just like Radagon’s spells). All for Marika’s sake, but different methods.

[writingjourney]

⛧ WIP Wednesday ⛧

I talked about how I find it daunting but I actually continued on a little with my V fic, so this is an excerpt of the beginning. Please know that I am super terrified of even posting this so if it sucks please don't tell me <3 ➽ V/Perpetua x f!reader/non-decripts oc, 1.1k words, third person, this is not sane at all, he is obsessive but still sort of a sweet guy? idk really, mild tw for grief/loss

He’s leaning against the back of a headstone, scribbling in his journal with some enthusiasm, only held back by the speed of his mind. He feels on the verge of a revelation, teetering on the edge of thoughts slowly connecting. The quiet around him allows for such rumination, the presence of the dead muffling the rest of the world that is usually so loud inside of V’s head.

In the cool grass, beside him, two books. Annotated philosophical works, musings on theology, on life and death. He’s sucking the thoughts out of them, rewriting them with his own lines, some vaguely poetic renditions of what he thinks is the essence of it all. It has always bothered him, the lack of pathos in such theories, the gap between reason and emotion. Introspection that brackets out the core of human nature, a head without the heart.

Fog has gathered on this morning, the cemetery shrouded in its grey billows with the sun not quite rising yet. It is entirely too early for visitors and yet his gaze snaps up as he notices the steps close by. He would ignore them, mildly irritated, were they not followed by the most heart-breaking, choked little sobs.

V crawls past the overgrown mausoleum that blocks his view, groping his way along the mossy stone walls as he follows with his ears alone. He finds her behind the structure, two rows down, a habited figure that is unfamiliar to him just like everyone else. A somewhat fresh grave has been dug, a few weeks prior, judging by the depression of the soil. She’s kneeling in front of it, crying, evidently, as she feels unobserved.

He cannot discern much from the distance, not in the fog, but her plain habit indicates that she is a regular Sister of Sin. V crawls a little further down, comes to rest behind a large headstone that sits crooked, weathered, his leather gloves leaving a scraping sound on the rough stone.

And then he sees her face.

The revelation he’s been grazing with his fingertips, it stands before him now in flesh and bone, finally within reach. A single heavy tear rolls down the curve of her cheek, gathering at the corner of her beautiful mouth, and he subconsciously inches forward as if to reach for it. She sniffles, wipes her cheek dry with her sleeve, and he feels some regret that he did not catch her tears with his thumb to taste them. Life and death, so closely intertwined.

The Sister stands, brushing the dirt off her knees where her habit clings to them, wet and stained from the grass. V takes a step back, obscuring himself further, hesitating for a second too long. She leaves in the opposite direction and whatever he had been reaching for is gone.

⛧ ✦ ⛧

Later, V approaches the grave. A wooden upside down cross serves as a placeholder for the tombstone until the stonemason delivers it. Sister Clara, 1960– 2025. On top of the soil, a bouquet of white lilies, roses and carnations, tied together with black ribbon. He does not know her but then he doesn’t really know anyone here, except his brother and the Psaltarians. Was she a beloved mentor? A family member? Her lover, perhaps?

As dawn breaks, V makes his way inside the abbey. The sharp stone arch he passes casts a shadow over the group of Siblings ambushing him, falling upon him like vultures. He gives his practiced cordial greetings, the hand kisses, speaks a short unblessing, nodding along to their reassurances until he can eventually shake them off. Everyone wants a piece of their new Papa, Marika had called it, and his brother had scoffed at that. V isn’t sure how many pieces he has left.

Mass is a whole ordeal. The chapel has been overflowing ever since he came here and so far interest has not died down enough to allow him to leave in a timely manner, not without spending another few hours or so, listening to everyone’s stories.

It’s not that he’s antisocial, per se, nor that he doesn’t care. It’s that the scope of this sudden rise in interest in him is beyond his level of comfort and most days he is sucked dry by the time lunch rolls around. The face of the Sister haunts him all day and yet he does not find her again, not in any of the knots of people.

He can eat somewhat in peace but only because they’ve granted him the luxury of having the meal delivered to his office. Sister Clara does not seem to have any obvious familial associations and since she had been with the church for most of her life she seemed to have had her hand in everything. According to the specific date in the system she died just before V arrived.

If only he knew her name.

He dreams of kissing a tear from the apple of her cheek, tasting the warmth of her grief on his tongue. He’s drifting in and out of sleep like that, hearing the bats moving past the window of his old stone cottage by the cemetery, some of which have made their home in the old wooden beams above his ceiling. They told him a gardener used to live here, back when the abbey was still in the hands of the church, that it lay abandoned until they prepared it for him. The tombstones by the entrance are right side up, the names long since faded, and he thinks their ghosts are visiting him at night.

The next morning, she reappears.

She crouches to light a candle when he finds her, hiding behind a higher tombstone with better view of the grave. Again she is crying, quiet tears gathering at her lashes, and he can’t tear his gaze away from them. Wet, her eyes sparkle in the near dark, two guiding lights in the fog. She is so blissfully unaware of him, wrapped up in the memories of Sister Clara and the pain that comes with the evidence of her loss. It is when he sees her praying that he decides to leave her. It feels vulgar, to intrude on this moment, when she seeks the solitary comfort of the Old One.

V reassumes his usual pondering, leaning against the ever same headstone that seems to carry his shape, so easily does it welcome him. His thoughts are less aligned this morning, straying into multiple directions that all seem to gather into the shape of her teary-eyed face. Grief is no stranger to V, nor is the loneliness that comes with it. Does she know that her love lives on in every tear she sheds for this woman? That the pain she feels must not stop her from seeing the world on either side?

A cool wind carries the fog like fingers between the rows of graves that stretch out on either side of him. It feels like a gentle caress from their Lord below, a hand in theirs at all times, one he hopes she can feel as well, wherever she is now.

V scribbles until the sun comes up.

[space-blue]

Melina, Messmer and the Gloam Eyed Queen.

Disclaimer : this is not my theory. I saw it in a buried youtube comment and it rings so damn true I want you all to see it! From this guy, in this video.

OK so I was watching a lore video and disagreeing with a lot of it. Good stuff though, and the comments were fun. As I scrolled, I saw this, which blew my socks away and is definitely my personal take now! (the comment is edited for readability)

Melina is a daughter to Marika and Radagon. This is confirmed as she’s represented by a butterfly. The butterflies we can find in game all represent the children of Marika and Radagon.

Nascent butterfly represents Miquella, Aeonian butterfly represents Malenia, Smouldering butterfly represents Melina. And then in the dlc we’re introduced to Messmer and Black Pyreflies.

I like to believe that the children of Marika and Radagon come in twos. First came the twins Melina and Messmer, and then came Miquella and Malenia. The later share a contrasting theme, Miquella is cursed with eternal youth while Malenia is cursed with Scarlet Rot which caused her to rapidly decay, symbolizing old age and death.

And then we have Melina and Messmer who both share the theme of fire. Messmer has his own flame, a flame which is notably different from any other pyromancy in the game, his fire is more red and more aggressive. He is able to share his fire with his followers, his fire knights who cast incantations of Messmer’s flame. Then when we kill Messmer, we obtain his flame as a physical item.

Now Melina’s flame was black flame, and in contrast to Messmer’s flame which could burn away all physical things, Melina’s black flame could burn metaphysical things (being burned by black flame does hp damage because it’s burning your very soul) and just like Messmer, Melina was able to pass on her black flame power to her own ‘knights’ the Godskins.

And so Messmer went on to use his flame to burn the enemies his mother pointed him at, where as Melina desired to burn the things that she could, she wanted to burn the Erdtree.

Marika couldn’t risk Melina tearing down everything she had worked for, so she had Maliketh confront Melina and defeat her. Maliketh then took Melina’s black flame just as we take Messmer’s flame, and he converted it into destined death, giving Maliketh sole control over the only thing that can kill the soul, thus truly killing someone once and for all.

(Note, Maliketh didn’t have destined death when he defeated Melina, which is why she’s still around, he killed her, but couldn’t get rid of her for good, nor did he need to once he took her power away.)

So when we meet Melina, she doesn’t know who she is or what her purpose is, but in time, she ultimately arrives at the same conclusion once again, she wants to burn the Erdtree, even without her black flame, she’s still the same person. We can then see to her wishes and use her to burn the Erdtree OR we can spare her and burn the Erdtree with the flame of frenzy.

And then in the flame of frenzy ending, we see Melina take on a new form, her original form, the form of The Gloam-Eyed Queen. Why has she reverted to this old form?

Because we kill Maliketh and unleash destined death, thus returning Melina’s black flame power to her.

The idea of Melina and Messmer being twins is backed up further by their association with the serpents. Messmer’s association with the serpents is obvious, where as Melina’s connection relies on the theory of her being the Gloam-Eyed Queen, where she’d then be associated with the Godskins, and we know the Godskins are associated with serpents.

My own musings...

What if Maliketh defeated Melina/the Gloam Eyed Queen, but let her be. Deafeated doesn't mean killed. It's possible she was burnt and bodiless because Messmer destroyed her. Marika already makes him do her dirty deeds with his subjugation of the shadowland, isn't it possible he requested he burn his sister so she could better control her as a spirit?

Things that don't really gel : why would Melina be "queen" of anything. Where would she have ruled? If she's an empyrean, as we know she was, where is her shadow bound beast, and more importantly, why wasn't Messmer? We know both Miquella and Malenia have no shadows (as far as we can tell) but were also both Empyreans despite the curse.

Perhaps it's because Melina inherited Grace, while Messmer didn't.

Perhaps the flames aren't the curse, but only the serpent inside of him. Making him uneligible, not only for grace, but also for empyrean status.

Now that I think about it, there's NOTHING to support this, but it's possible that Melina could have been the queen Marika puts in charge of all the shadowlands while she's off with Messmer in the Lands Between. There is a lot of death there. Maliketh and Messmer could have come for her together, Messmer burning her/returning her to Marika to control (and use later on).

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

nct playlist mlist.

nct mlist.

this is my masterlist for all my NCT song-inspired fanfics each member will have a fanfic written about them inspired a song (songs of fics not published may change)

Currently Release:

Mamacita - Taeyong Chase Atlantic (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Summary: 🎵 That's my mamacita, yeah (mamacita) I won't ever leave her, yeah (yeah, yeah) Mama, I might keep her, might keep her I don't love her, but I need her, yeah 🎵 or What happens when a firey girl catches the eyes of a mafia leader

Daddy Issues - Johnny The Neighbourhood (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Summary: 🎵 Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues 🎵 or No one makes Y/n feel more rejected that her father. That's what leads her to seek friendship with a bartender

In Writing:

Paparazzi - Yuta Lady Gaga

Teddy Bear - Kun Melanie Martinez

Journal Of Ardency - Doyoung Class Actress

Angel Eyes - Ten New Years Day

Valentine - Jaehyun 5 Seconds Of Summer

The Only Exception - Winwin Paramore

Iris - Jungwoo The Goo Goo Dolls

All Over You - Mark Live

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Xiaojun The Smiths

Chloroform Girl - Hendery Polkadot Cadaver

Before I Sleep - Renjun Marika Hackman

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Jeno Mitski

Hysteria - Haechan Muse

Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Off Her Clothes - Jaemin Panic! At The Disco

The Violet Hour - Yangyang Sea Wolf

Use Somebody - Chenle Kings Of Leon

Dance, Dance - Jisung Fall Out Boy

[acreaturebythewater]

Rolan HC (Dad-Rolan)

He spoils his baby.

Here's a drabble:

“Help Daddy” baby Marika said and pulled at the leg of his trousers. “Up!” 

Rolan was sitting by his desk in his office, trying to figure out the last details of a spell he had been working on for a while. Well, technically it was an improvement of an already existing spell and he just needed to get one more equation out of the way.

But that didn’t matter. If Marika wanted up, she would get up. Faye had made plenty of remarks about him spoiling Marika. So be it. He grabbed her and placed her on his lap. 

“Help Daddy work” she said and grabbed onto the quill he was holding. 

He distracted her for a moment with a tickle while he replaced his own notes with blank pieces of paper. She squirmed on his lap and giggled. 

“Alright then, what kind of spell are we making?” Rolan said when the giggles died down. 

“Green!” Marika said, which was her current favourite colour. 

“Green” he mused and tapped the paper in front of them. “Are you writing this down?” 

Since three year olds can't write, Marika made a scribbly line and a circle. 

“Very good” Rolan continued. Marika's face lit up. His heart fluttered. “What more should the spell do?” 

Marika's brows furrowed and looked like she was thinking very, very hard. Rolan didn’t have to think very hard about what would follow. 

“Sparkles” Marika said when she had thought for a while. 

“Ah, sparkles, a fine choice” he said and tapped the paper again. Marika made another scribbly line and a triangle. 

When Marika was satisfied with her ‘notes’ she looked up at him expectantly. He did a simple prestidigitation and conjured a shower of green sparks. The child let out a squeal of delight and clapped her hands. It was probably the tenth time he had conjured the same thing for her in less than three days, it didn’t matter. When Marika's eyes lit up, mesmerised by the sparkles, it was the only thing that mattered in the whole world. He pulled her close to his chest. 

“Daddy best” Marika said. 

“I love you” he said and placed a kiss on top of her head. 

[caden-qt]

Updated muse page-

[☆] The mun behind this account is 22! [♤] Name is Caden. [♡] Nice to meet all of you!.

Hwang Hyunjin

Gay

married to @your-sweet-cookies - Jun

25

staying single ship

Birthday: March 20th

Hyunjin was a dancer since he was 7 and is now in the group stray kids and he is the lead rapper and dancer, smart and sweet.

Choi san

Gay

Dating Finnie <3

26

San’s #1 is @finncarnate ♾️

Single ship

Birthday: July 10th

San has trauma and gets too attached to people and is afraid to lose them, he doesn’t like when people run away from him cause he’s scared people will leave him but overall he’s a sweet and shy boy.

Seonghwa

Bisexual

24

Single

Birthday: April 3rd Seonghwa is a typical boy with an attitude and jealousy problem, whenever San gets something he doesn’t he gets jealous.

Kang Yeosang

Bisexual

Dating @jwyoungforever’s Wooyoung

23

Staying single ship.

Birthday: June 15th

Sweetheart who wears his heart on his sleeve because he was taught that way, loves his boyfriend so much and adores him.

Zyean

Gay

Dating.. but keeping it closeted. ❤️

20’s

Staying single ship.

Birthday: January 22nd

Just an emo boy in a rock band who ends up being really nice and treats his boyfriend like a king, really sweet and (has no money)

Felix

Bisexual - Male lean

Dating @superwomanfolks’s Hyunjin and @embruul — both twins.

23

Birthday: September 15th

Another boy who keeps his heart on his sleeve, loving, easy to take advantage of but has a stubborn little heart. !He is a Siren/Merman.. if anyone wants to request that au!

bangchan

gay

Dating @superwomanfolks’s Felix [Open slot]

25

Birthday: October 3rd

A leader of a band with 7 kids to take care of, sweetheart, like a father to most people. ❤️

Boogie

Bisexual.

Dating @urara-ra, @buildabxtchrp [open slot]

20’s

Birthday: April 3rd

Another emo boy in a rock band but don’t worry he has a heart 3x the size of anyone else you’d know, he will spoil you if you are his lover.

Akashi

bisexual

Single (open to 3 people)

26

Birthdau: September 7th

Rude towards people only because of how people treated him in the past, that is if he doesn’t like you, if he likes you.. he won’t have a problem.

Ash

Bisexual

Single (Open to 3)

38

Birthday: June 23rd

Has an older brother and is quiet and observant, only lightens up if she knows you for long enough due to trauma.

Beomgyu

Bisexual

Dating @atbeomgyu’s soobin and @therainwork’s Raven.

24

Birthday: March 13th

Beomgyu is a kpop idol who is dating his leader to his group and is a sweet boy with a bad temper.

Marika

Bisexual

Single (open to anyone)

23-27

Birthday: August 17th

Marika is known for her badass looks but overall she is a sweetheart and loves to help people.

Mia Jane

Bisexual

Single -> Multiship.

27 years.

Birthday: May 16th

She is inspired off Jennifer check from Jennifer’s body so she can be a cannibal but it’s up to what you want… over all she is a sweetheart.

Tamara (Tammy) Lee

Bisexual

Single -> open to 4 people

28 years

Birthday: July 27th

She has trauma about having a hard past and smokes now.. she overall is a kind girl with trust issues.

Mingi

Bisexual -> Male lean.

Single -> open to 2

25 years

Birthday: August 9th

BIO WILL COME SOON!!

AFFILIATED WITH: @suk1l0v3schangbin, @minglz and @joasis00

[an0ther-f00ls-muse]

My muses and how they’d act if they ever get sick because I’m bored?, This will probably all be pretty basic however lol.

::Queen Marika::-> I don’t think she gets sick all that often, I guess that’s because she’s a god so yeah- but when she does get sick i feel like it hits her like a falling tree to be honest, like 10 to 100 real quick lol. I can see her acting more clingy to certain individuals in all honesty, not to an ‘uncomfortable’ extent but to an uncharacteristic extent.

::Spirit-Tuner Marika::-> Thai version of Marika however, she’ll get sick much more often honestly, it’s not going to hit her like a falling tree just yet however- but I can see this younger version of her probably getting sick like every other, if not every summer/spring. She’d would probably be as clingy as the older/future version of herself in all honesty.

::Radagon::-> I think he would probably get sick during the colder months of the year, but only at the beginning of the colder months however- probably just within the first few weeks or so. I can see him trying to keep up with his work by himself if possible, not wanting to get any other people sick.

::Messmer::-> he probably is a lot like his mother because I just can’t see him getting sick all that often, probably just once in a blue moon to be honest, however whenever he does get sick in a rare case he does- he needs to be forced to take care of himself by his soldiers in my opinion lol.

::Godwyn the golden::-> Godwyn, despite being one of the few un-cursed children of Marika he probably is one of the few ones that gets the most sick in all honesty, he’ll try not to really let it affect him but he also knows when he needs to take a rest so yeah, pretty normal in all honesty.

::Godwyn the prince of death::-> unlike his living version of himself he just doesn’t get sick anymore, he physically can’t at this point in time.

::Miquella::-> because I muse his ascended vision he is much like his mother, he can’t  necessarily get sick unless it’s something really bad-? But whenever he does/if he does get sick he’ll try his best to take care of it as soon as he can, mainly because before he  ascended he never wanted to get his twin sister any more sick then she already was/is.

::Malenia blade of Miquella::-> because Malenia is inflicted with Scarlet-Rot whenever she gets sick she really feels it and feels it hard, whenever she’s sick she feels like she’s dying more then she already does. She’s really just out of commission whenever she’s ill/sick more so then she already- that’s about it to be honest.

::Malenia Goddess is rot::-> this version of Malenia can’t necessarily get sick anymore actually, mainly because of the fact that she’s now fully is the living vessel of/for the outer goddess of rot at this point in time.

 ::Saint Trina::-> Trina doesn’t get sick all that often, she probably does a bit more then what Miquella does but still, she has a pretty good immune system in my own opinion, however whenever she does get sick she just sleeps, sleeps more then she probably already does actually, that or she’ll make herself something to drink that she’ll think would make her feel better.

::Fia::-> She has an amazing immune system, she hasn’t been sick since she was an actual child, sooo yeah. She’ll probably try to help others who get sick however.

::Roderika::-> Unlike Fia, this woman gets sick every other month most likely, it’s nothing to bad but it is annoying for obvious reasons, she’ll try to just rest it away and do what she can to make it leave sooner rather then later.

::Romina::-> Romina, much like Malenia in her rot goddess form just doesn’t get sick- or at the very least not that often anymore, it was probably many, many years ago by now since she was actually sick at this point. However when she was last sick she kinda half-ass taking care of herself.

[yournextflame]

Elden Ring Theories: A Retrospective

So, enough time has passed for me to form my opinion on Shadow of the Erdtree and revive this blog. But before posting new theories based on the DLC lore, I decided to take a look at my old speculations and see how well they aged.

Does the Greater Will even exist? ✅ In this post, I compared the Greater Will to the Big Bang and suggested that it might not be an actual deity, but rather an attempt by the people of The Lands Between to explain the world around them: the creation of the universe, the fall of meteors, evolution, and the natural order. The Shadow of the Erdtree continues to present the Greater Will as a scientific concept described by the inhabitants of a fantasy world, allowing players to decide whether it’s a god beyond the microcosm or just an empty circle in Count Ymir’s hat, a mere projection of human imagination

The outer gods are natural forces. ✅ 🟡❔While the Greater Will's cosmic origin was emphasized even further in the DLC, the motives of the outer gods were tied even more strongly to earthly concepts. I have many thoughts about the outer gods and godhood in particular, but one of my ongoing ideas is that they manifest human emotions, given how perception and sacrifices shape reality in a material way in the Lands Between.

Elden Ring and Color theory: ✅🟡❔ While I disagree with some points I made in this post, many of my observations were quite accurate. One clarification I’d like to make is that the scroll sigils indicate the heritage of magic rather than its source of power. I also appreciate the DLC narrative that suggests all the differences are actually man-made.

Translation of Marika's echoes from JP, ✅ The DLC gives Marika such human and deeply personal motivations that reducing her to a mere puppet of an evil outer god feels like an insult to the collaborative work of GRRM and Miyazaki. I must admit that my initial reading of her character was too harsh; I even questioned why FromSoft would write such a one-dimensional character. However, I’m very glad that The Shadow of the Erdtree gave Marika awesome depth without depriving her of agency.

My musings upon Helphen's Steeple design and DLC predictions ✅ 🟡 Well, the Shadowlands are described as a place where all kinds of death come only to be suppressed, and the Shadowkeep, as pointed out by the community, very much resembles the design of the Helphen. You can even find Tibia Mariners' boats here. It’s not the exact version of the spirit realm I predicted, but it’s very close.

Small bonus: Even though I insisted that the DLC should be centered around the spirit realm, I pointed out that exploring Godwyn's story beyond what was shown in the base game is pretty unnecessary.

What's wrong with Ranni's Two Fingers? ✅🟡❌ Right direction of thinking, wrong conclusions. One of the biggest reveals of the DLC is that everything is wrong with the Fingers and their mother, Metyr.

Children of the Erdtree 🟡❔I'm not sure what to make of it. The DLC continues to toy with the Empyrean connection to plants, from the special properties of Marika's people's flesh to St. Trina being a literal flower, but it never makes any direct conclusions.

Bells and Bell bearings ❔ The connection does exist, but it should be explored in greater detail.

Candletrees, Miquella, Death and Sleep 💡❔✨ Now that the DLC has revealed Miquella's plan to replace Marika all along, it’s astonishing to realize that my earlier discovery about Necromancer Garris — who likely collaborated with the Black Knives — had Miquella's butterfly and candletree in his basement is actually quite wild

What is Crucible? 🟡❌❔Although the nature of the Crucible is still a mystery, I think my old theory that it was a different tree is not exactly right. I’ve even started to wonder if the Crucible and the Primeval Current are just different names for the same thing.

Some of my old takes haven't aged well, but if anything, I'm glad that Mohg isn't the "walking uooohh 😭💢 joke" I used to call him. However, my opinion on Miquella was surprisingly accurate. For two years, the fandom preached that Miquella wanted to abandon his godhood, making me seem like a major contrarian for insisting that godhood was still his ultimate goal (at least because it would be pointless from a writing perspective to create another Ranni).

I still believe that characters like Marika and Miquella are primarily vehicles to deliver Miyazaki's and GRRM's ideas regarding civilization development, human nature, religion, and philosophy. So, whatever faults they have are the faults of the concepts they represent. Nevertheless, *Shadow of the Erdtree* did an awesome job of elevating these characters from mere ideas to something more human and relatable.

My old description of Malenia is so relevant, it hurts.

Mohg, Radahn, Rykard and Snakes 🐍 Honestly, I'm not sure if Messmer was initially planned by FromSoft or created specifically for the DLC, but looking back, it's pretty funny that I noticed something weird going on between the demigod brothers and the serpents.

Elden Ring lore is a disaster 🤡 Elden Ring story is such lackluster that it was rewritten with the first day patch on top of the giant mountain of cut content. I’m not sure that DLC, if there will be any, can fix this mess or give any proper answers as it seems that writers got too much carried with the idea of making story as vague as possible.

Someone was overdosing on doomium.

To my surprise, the DLC managed to address most of my old frustrations. While I do wish certain things had better foreshadowing or were explored more, it still did a good job of filling many gaps in the base game lore that were making me frustrated. Looking back, I think some of my grudges over the lore were no less important than my theories because they served as a good indication that something was intentionally left unexplained. It seems that the gaps and ambiguities were not oversights but deliberate choices.

As I explore the new content in Shadow of the Erdtree and revisit my old theories, I will also share my thoughts on the new lore and its impact on the narrative. This fresh perspective has already sparked some intriguing insights, and I am eager to see how these revelations will reshape our understanding of the game’s world.

[caissa-scribbles]

Gajevy Week 2025, Day 2: Cravings

The Taste of Iron

Magnolia, Fairy Tail Guild Hall

September X793

After lunchtime was over, Marika finally found time to join Gajeel and Levy at their table in the main hall to take a look at her patient. She was monitoring her recovery from the bleedings closely and Levy was very grateful for her efforts. The midwife wouldn't take any risks when it came to her first ever Fairy Baby since she had started working for the guild.

"You look good, just a little pale,” she stated. “You should be careful not to develop an iron deficiency."

"Iron deficiency? Absolutely not!” Gajeel grinned, patronizingly pushing his usual snack bowl of nuts and bolts toward his wife. "Here, help yourself, Shorty. The stainless steel ones are the best."

Levy groaned theatrically and rested her forehead in her palm.

"How did I know something like this was coming? You know perfectly well I can't eat that." Gajil acted indignant.

"You haven't even tried it. It's obvious our son needs a lot of iron; he's the grandson of the Iron Dragon, after all. So make an effort."

With a wolfish expression, he fished a shiny screw out of the bowl and shoved it between her lips as if it were candy. Levy decided to play along; her tongue darted out and began licking the screw threads, accidentally tracing his fingertips as well. A hungry expression crossed his face, and it wasn't directed at the screw. In fact, she didn't find the taste so bad; it reminded her of Gajeel's kisses.

Marika turned to leave after watching the banter for a moment.

"You can try that if you want," she laughed. "But I'll have something else brought to you, just in case. Better safe than sorry."

Shortly afterward, Mirajane arrived at their table with her round tray and placed a large glass filled with a dark red liquid in front of Levy.

"Here, with greetings from the kitchen," she winked at her.

But before Levy could thank her, Gajeel had already snatched the glass and taken a deep drag. He immediately grimaced in disgust.

"Ugh, that tastes awful. And that's supposed to help with iron deficiency?" he commented before quickly pulling the screw out of the corner of Levy's mouth with his lips and biting it with a loud crunch. Levy retrieved her glass with an amused expression and tasted it. It was blackcurrant juice and quite sour, which she didn't really like, but strangely enough, she had to drink some more, and then some more, until she had emptied the glass almost in one go.

"Well, it's not quite my thing," she said, "but the little one seems to like it. Maybe they really need more iron."

"You can have more iron. The whole package," Gajeel offered with a suggestive gleam in his eyes as he coated his hand with iron and leaned over, close to her ear where he whispered, "Yeh wanna lick it again?"

Levy blushed and giggled. "Not here, where everyone's watching," she replied, lowering her eyelids. "Ask me again tonight when we - oh, what's going on over there?"

Three strange figures had just entered the main room: a man, a boy and a young girl with striking silver-white corkscrew curls. Trailing behind were Jet and Droy, both looking pretty out of sorts.

Gajeel let out a spiteful giggle.

"Freshmen."

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Yesterday I said that I probably would only post one entry for Gajevy Week 2025. Seems I have offenden my muse with that. She rolled up her sleeves, stroke out and punched me in the face. Man, that girl has got a hard hook... Two more entries incoming!

[linda-ravstar]

Warm rays of sun (Trina talks to Mohg and Sir Ansbach)

Incomplete musings about an AU scenario in which Trina fights Miquella and wins. The divine power that Miquella acquired allowed her, after winning the battle, to slowly heal the broken world. And one of the things that she did was to make amends and restore a betrayed soul. Completely self indulgent.

“Ansbach tells me that I should be grateful to you,” Mohg noted. He seemed tense. Restless. She didn't doubt it. Guiding a lost soul to the world was no easy feat. It must have been disconcerting, like waking up from a deep sleep that had not been anticipated. “I don't feel gratitude right now.”

“And I'm not looking for it either,” she replied. Her gaze remained fixed on the horizon, where the faint rays of sunlight illuminated the land. A land that was beginning to heal.

“I wonder if I wouldn't do better to challenge you right now.” Mohg's growl was filled with something that was clearly something other than rage. It was fear. It was sadness. It was betrayal.

Trina looked at the Lord of Blood. In her lap remained the sword that had kept her company all the way. Stained with his blood and her tears. It would be so easy. It would be so easy to wield it again and get lost in an ocean of poison and violence again, no matter the outcome. But that would be an absurd selfishness and she could not allow herself to succumb to it.

“If you wish to strike me down, Lord Mohg, you are welcome. I won’t fight you.” The demigod suddenly wanted to speak, but Trina interrupted him, without looking at him. “If slaying me will do you justice, you go ahead. But know this: you cannot kill a dead god.”

“Lady Trina,” Ansbach suddenly pointed out, advancing towards his lord with an urgent but respectful tone. “I thank you with all my heart for the service you have performed. Returning my Lord's soul from the abyss in which he was discarded into, will be something that I will never be able to fully repay. I couldn't even begin to conceive of how to thank you. I know that these are not the circumstances in which we were supposed to meet and, if I am honest, my heart remains restless due to your presence. I understand my lord’s desire because I feel it myself. You represent a great danger being the one who could kill a god. But I also know that… that if there is anyone in this world who is more tormented by what happened, it is you.”

Trina's eyes filled with tears, but she did not look up at the knight.

“I appreciate your words, Sir Ansbach. I’ll answer your honesty in kind, and I’ll say that I don't think anyone will ever understand what it means for me to be here when...” The words seemed to shatter in her chest. “…When he is no longer here. What it meant for me to finish the task that no one else could accomplish.”

“Miquella betrayed you,” Mohg said, and his tone has changed. It was no longer that restrained wrath. It was just sorrow. Just resignation. “Just as he betrayed me and maybe how many others.”

“He didn't betray me,” she whispered. “He lost his way. I couldn't save him. I was the one who failed him.”

“You did save him, Lady Trina. In the end, I am sure he could see that.”

“... My pain is my own, Sir Ansbach.”

It seemed like the end of the conversation. Lord and knight did not say another word to her and started to walk away from her. Suddenly, the Goddess raised her voice again and looked directly at Mohg, which looked back at her.

“Lord Mohg, son of Marika, servant of the Mother of Truth, Lord of a Dinasty of Blood. I know you don't want to hear this and maybe it's just selfishness that guides me. But I'll say it anyway because you deserve to hear it”.

Ansbach, by instinct, changed his position, ready for the unexpected, but relaxed when he saw that the Goddess did not move.

“I am sorry.”

Mohg was silent, but Trina could see the tremble in the hand that held his trident. The huge dark wings peeked out from behind, proud and beautiful.

“I am sorry we treated you this way and we did no better than the rest of the world who shunned you. We never approved of your vision or your methods, and probably never will, but your life and soul are yours and no one should have robbed you of that. I can only hope that you will now find the rest and peace that were denied to you before.”

“Do you seek my forgiveness?” asked the demigod, in a voice that was also a whisper.

"No. It is not my sin, although now I bear it. The one who could receive your forgiveness died in my arms. Your sorrow, your anger, and your future are yours alone, Lord Mohg. Forgiveness is your decision.” She was silent for a moment. “It is neither a consolation nor an excuse, but… if it is of any soothe to your heart, the deception and death that you suffered haunted Miquella until the very end. He could never forget it. Neither will I.”

Mohg did not respond. He only nodded.

It was enough.

“Lady Trina, will you remain here?” asked Ansbach, when the silence threatened to consume them all.

“I will.”

“… can I ask you why?”

“Because this was his dream,” she said and her voice broke in a hundred different pieces. “This world, slowly recovering from its wounds, slowly healing from its ills, slowly flourishing. A better world. A gentler world. A world that accepted them all. That was his dream, forever and always. And if there is nothing left of him but me to see it, to see the warm sun of this new era, so be it. I will stay here to see the world that should have been his, I will stay so that something of his soul can rest in this world that he wanted to save and that he could not see." Tears fell freely down the Goddess's face. “Because if I am all that is left of Miquella, I want him to see through me the world that he helped create, even if the darkness consumed him whole during his path.”

“And were we a part of that world?” asked Mohg, suddenly.

The Goddess of Slumber and Death smiled. The first smile in a very long time.

“You were. That was the vision, impressed on all hearts. A new world where all things would flourish, whatever graceful or malign. No living creature denied. Mercy for all”. She closed her eyes, her smile still in her face. “Go in peace, Lord Mohg. May this new young world be kinder to you”.

[curufiin]

Ok i’m gonna do it. I’m committing. Adding queen marika my beloved to guest muses.

[nevermore117]

🎤 can you share your thoughts on ysme's glamor reveal

yes absolutely, putting it under a readmore

ok so. Still processing everything, bc that was a lot of information at once. I don't think I have anything groundbreaking to say, it's just a deeply fascinating development.

My impression was that her appearance after the chimera crunched her is what she "really" looks like currently and her "normal" appearance is a glamor that she puts up. To me this is heavily implied both during the reveal and at the end of Ch1 where she has a similar appearance and explicitly muses that she doesn't have the energy to put up a glamor.

So let's talk first about 🏳️‍⚧️

There's the obvious (to me) "hey! that's a transgender person!" part of the reveal, this very feminine person having a flat-chested traditionally masc body underneath a glamor. It's not just a one-off thing. This is the second time that she's been really explicitly depicted that way without her being in some kind of heavily stylization, and the first time it's really had a lot of attention drawn to it.

She appeared slightly differently in her original Weird Magic Form, back when she'd just died and before Loic pledged to her, but not that different. Longer hair, but the same silhouette otherwise.

It's not just these two scenes, either, because she's been depicted as being flat-chested multiple times, with the last image below being the most clear and least stylized (the end of Ch1).

We don't know if this is how she looked under her glamor before getting stabbed, but I think that seeing her body before becoming Exalted (and the fact that she's been depicted this way in art outside of the game) feels like a pretty solid basis for me to say this is just what she looks like.

pog

Anyways.

"Of course I had noticed it that morning after her exalted revelry. But seeing her again like this, the resemblance strikes me anew." Loic doesn't specify who the resemblance is to, but we can make a pretty good guess.

What the fuck is up with that?

Even her hair is short here, shorter than the end of Ch1 when her glamor dropped. Her features seem stronger too, though it's hard for me to say if that's just from the lighting and higher detail vs usual sprites. Is she the Builder in some way? Is she related to the Builder, perhaps his twin? Is this somehow just something that happens to people who become Exalted? Who gave Pallisia the right to do this to me?

I don't have enough information to answer these questions, but the thing I'm compelled by is how this kind of blending of the masculine and feminine is a recurring theme in alchemy as a symbol of divinity/perfection.

The Rebis is an allegorical entity representing basically the whole thing that alchemy is working towards - the Great Work, the union of opposites and the reconciliation of matter and spirit, ascending towards divinity by shedding imperfection and impurity. It's essentially the perfect being, represented by an androgynous body with a male and female head.

It's the same theme that Marika and Radagon touch on in Elden Ring, the concept of a masculine and feminine part of a perfect godly whole.

I don't think this is necessarily why it was decided for Ysme to be trans/have a flat-chested body, but it's just something deeply compelling to me personally in combination with the themes of the game so far.

[redsixwing]

Mohg for character opinions?

The last of my batch of asks for the character meme! Thank you, this was fun.

How I feel about this character

I've thought since encountering the Bloody Fingers for the first time that - despite how the goal of "kill a bunch of people to raise a new god" looks - Mohg is actually one of the more successful demigods in leading a new organization toward the future.

hear me out.

He's got a faith that is outside the Golden Order, and yet the Greater Will seems to have no particular interest in slapping him down. YOU do that of your own volition, either because Gideon told you to or because you're curious (or you don't).

He's got loyal followers who aren't necessarily gunning for his death. Unlike Radahn, Rykard, and Godrick, none of his followers intentionally set you up to confront him. He isn't trapped in a state of passivity like Rennala, Ranni, Radagon, or Malenia* or completely gone like Marika, Godfrey, or Miquella.

He's a leader of his own people, at least some of whom have come a very long way to find him (Okina, for instance). The person he's most directly comparable to is Morgott, his twin. The Veiled King is the main mover and shaker aboveground, just as Mohg is in his own organization.

That makes complete sense if the Omen Twins were raised by Godfrey for a time, and Godfrey - whose own knights used Crucible power to do his bidding - may not have seen them as inherently twisted, as their mother did. These two have the skills to rule. Mohg appears to have been at least partially successful in doing so.

SOTE MUSING AHEAD. SKIP TO ----- TO AVOID SPOILERS.

Now that we know Miquella likes to mindwhammy people into obeying him, I have to wonder how much of that skill got nerfed by a charm. How much more could Mohg have done if he weren't used as a pawn by an Empyrean? ---------------

*From continues to have a pattern of not permitting its woman antagonists to have agency, but that's not what this is about.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Once again, I don't have an answer here. I think Varré wants to have his Lord's love; I don't think Mohg feels that way about him.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Sir Ansbach :) I think they were good friends. There's a lot of room for Lord and Knight tropes to be in play, with the devilish twist of "yeah they're both completely in it for your blood."

Also my Tarnished LET THEM BE FRIENDS who keeps saying that.

My unpopular opinion about this character

*parades around with Varré's "Apologize to my Lord" sign*

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

There should be a Mending Rune of Blood that lets you restore carnal, craving life to the Golden Order alongside Destined Death.