#destined death

[bluboiart]

ELDEN RING: MALIKETH THE BLACK BLADE

The protector of Destined Death, and most feared among ALL demi-gods.

I drew in procreate

[quortknee]

"This is goodbye, my dear. But I am satisfied."

[thejxnetwork]

The best good boy in gaming.

[roachymochi]

True Death, the Crucible, and how Marika fucked up big time

In a world were life essence is a finite resource, a True Death require two things : complete destruction of the Old, and transformation of the destroyed matter to make something truely new.

This is what a Crucible is used for : extreme heat allow breaking down of ore into their base components, who can then be treated and refined. Alchemicaly, this means the pure metals (gold, silver, copper) are separated from crude materials to express their full potential. So, to attain true purity, true corruption must first be accomplished. The Alchemist call this the Nigredo, or darker than black, also named the raven, rot, or the Shadow of the Philosopher stone.

In Elden Ring, this primordial Law of existence is fully contained in the Crucible. The Era of the Crucible was an era of chaos and violence, but also floroushing life and metalorphosis. It was both the Era of Birth and of Death. Marika, by sealing Death, also ended up stopping the flow of life, and of Birth.

The rune of Death is the prime comportement of the Crucible, because it is composed of it's two part, the breaking down of things, and the transformation of raw materials. This is fully illustrated by the state of the corpses of Ranni and Godwyn, who both suffered half of Death.

Ranni suffered the half the break things down. Or, in other word, the Flame. Her body is completely burned and empty. It is in noway a living being, but it vaguely kept its old shape because the half Death of Ranni had no transformation.

Godwyn suffered the half that transform raw materials. His soul was completely destroyed in the process, but his body is thriving, transformed into a completely new being. However, because his half Death didn't break down his components, I can't be free of his flesh and is stuck in the Nigredo : existing only as rot and corruption and Shadow, unable to transcend it.

By sealing the Principl of Death of the Crucible, Marika stopped all life from changing : the dead couldn't be freed by rot, and new being couldn't be born.

The Crucible, and it's ability to transform life into raw matter into new life, exist in all creatures, in the form of two organs : the stomach and the womb.

This means the seal of Marika on Death deprived all inhabitant of the Lands Between of these two organs.

For the womb : no one has been born for a long time. The turtleneck used to be eaten as an aphrodisiac, but no one care about this anymore. The bat women lament the loss of their ability to give birth.

For the stomach : everyone is malnourished. Humans and beasts alike are terrifyingly thin. A ravenous hunger animate them. Humans resort to cannibalism, and the dogs and raven turn monstrous from hunger.

No matter how much they eat, they can't be fed, because it has become impossible to assimilate another life. Souls are perpetually stuck in their body even After being digested. The golden excrements are warm and don't smell because there still is a human soul in it.

The Erdtree Roots are bloated with the corpses they couldn't assimilate. The mixture of ulcerated wood and mass of human flesh is rampaging, trying to end it's existence.

The only way to eat or reproduce is via the influence of an outer god, forbidden by the Golden order because they come from the Crucible. Rotten Radahn stay alive by eating corpses. Scarlet rot destroys all and gives birth to many children. The snakemen are all the Offspring of Rykard, who want to devour the Gods.

Marika knew the links between the belly and the Crucible, that is why so many of her non human citoyens, like the trolls,have been gutted. To be accepted in the golden order they had to get rid of all link to the old order.

But now the Land's between are completely rancid, and Marika couldn't do anything to changing because of the very Order she created. So she destroyed this Order, the Elden Ring, and conspired so it could only be reforged by bringing to it the rune of Death, so her mistake could be corrected.

[slouchy-beanie]

"Thank you. For guiding me here. The one who walks alongside flame, shall one day meet the road of Destined Death." "Goodbye..."

[sabrerine911]

Maliketh sketch(Elden Ring) Got addicted to Elden Ring again, so I felt like sketching one of my absolute favorite bosses I might do some dumb things with my more bestial "tarnished" (the goofy buff lady for those that remember my art from last year) interacting with Guranq and Blaidd

[dragon-communion]

Theory: Godwyn the Golden could’ve been an Empyrean, but he died before the Fingers decided to choose him, and/or he was disqualified because the Greater Will wants a new order and the dragons he’s closely associated with are an old order.

All three of the Empyreans have big ideas. Ranni wants to bring about the age of stars/remove godly influence. Malenia could have had Rot ideas, but she hates it and threw her chips down for Miquella instead. And Miquella thinks the current order is insufficient, so he’s also started a plan to remove the gods. No matter which option wins, it means big changes and something new.

Frankly, if the current order is a failure and you’re looking for something new, I think the first idea would be to look at what’s excluded from the order and try that instead. See: death, omens, everything happening at the Haligtree, the Blasphemous Serpent, the Frenzied Flame, etc. The removal of Destined Death from the Ring, however, is a pretty explicit and often-repeated thing, especially if you tilt your head and look at the Lands Between as a kind of waystation or purgatory. Between here and there, the grey place, between life and death, between ending and new beginnings. All four of the explicitly named Outer Gods have that motif- the deathbirds function between ending and beginning again as psychopomps, the Scarlet Rot kills and transforms into new growth, the Frenzied Flame wants to melt it all down into the primordial (crucible?) origin, the Formless Mother is literally all about bleeding out (and perhaps the womb, I’ll write on that another day). All of those are kind of on the opposite side of the graph from the Golden Order’s focus on creation, birth, and some degree of immortality.

If the dragons were the first abandoned WIP, I doubt the Greater Will would revisit that idea. Scrapped the biologically stratified slave state for Fantasy Catholicism, and that didn’t work either. Too much order, too strict, too unnatural as compared to the wildness of the ancient dragons. So! What was the flaw in this run?

I’d say Godwyn is at least a pretty heavy hint. If you’re looking for a flaw in the Order, and the Tree is the physical manifestation of that order, and it’s diseased, that disease is probably at least a signpost as to what went wrong.

In his current state though, I don’t think he could qualify as an Empyrean anymore because he’s not exactly Alive to exact some sort of Conscious Decision on this disaster second draft of an ideal world. Seems like agency is a pretty important part of being a living god, seeing as Marika’s punishment was having her agency taken away while the Greater Will fished for new applicants.

So! To summarize. Godwyn’s attachment to the dragons (the Greater Will’s old abandoned blorbos) made him insufficient as an option for enacting New Change, despite his popularity and apparent power. Godwyn’s current state as the Prince Of Death makes him an excellent option for Empyrean, since the world order is missing death and that’d be a hell of a change, but since he doesn’t have agency or will anymore he’s still disqualified.

This is Destined Death propaganda by the way and the Two Fingers just don’t know an eligible bachelor when they see him.

[arbiterofthedead]

"𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮...𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓸𝓷𝓼."

[burnoutbeat]

I saw that twitter is probably going to have banking and payment system and I just don’t see it being a good platform. It’s been dog shit and was already on the way out before Elon got his grubby mits on it but now I’ve completely dropped it.

Fuck that place and all it stands for. The only reason I had twitter installed was to follow my favorite artists and they aren’t there anymore so yeah.

If enough people drop twitter quick enough it might straight up die. Let’s hope that’s what happens.

[im-here-homie]

a happy audience is the key to the academy's heart

shadow milk design by @catxolotlquoise

[bluboiart]

ELDEN RING MINI: MALIKETH THE BLACK BLADE

“Cower before Maliketh…Marika’s Black Blade.”

-Maliketh

I drew in procreate.

I made the video in capcut pro.

Shout out to Jonathan Keeble for the amazing voice acting .

[muzwoom]

I would kill to follow bg gossip girl on youtube

[loeh]

From the moment he saw your portrait, his life began to change in ways he could hardly understand. At first, he attended the auction out of obligation. He was indifferent to the event until he saw you, captured in a frame, almost lost among the other items on display.

You didn’t stand out at first. Your beauty wasn’t the kind that demanded immediate attention. Yet, when the bidding for your portrait began, he found himself compelled to participate. Was it boredom? A reckless display of wealth? He couldn’t say, even to himself.

The moment he brought your portrait home, he placed it in his room—an odd choice, one that puzzled him. It started as a mere curiosity. What was it about you that had so many people interested? Why did you look so serene, yet so stern?

Your gown, with its deep crimson velvet, was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, clinging to your form like a whispered secret. The intricate lace on the bodice gracefully embraced your delicate shoulders, while the silk train flowed like liquid fire. It was mesmerizing, yet it was your expression that truly captivated him. It wasn’t one of joy or contentment, but of solemness—a quiet command that demanded respect and obedience.

Each night, as he looked upon the portrait, he became more obsessed, wondering who you were, what thoughts filled your mind when you posed for this image. It was as though you had reached out from the canvas, drawing him into a world where he couldn’t escape your gaze, a world where he was slowly losing himself to an obsession he couldn’t explain.

His curiosity had become an all-consuming obsession. The more he stared at your portrait, the more he needed to know about the woman who had captivated him so completely. He scoured records, questioned merchants, and chased down rumors, but for the longest time, his search led nowhere. You seemed to be a ghost, a figure lost to time.

Finally, after what felt like an endless pursuit, he encountered an elderly man who claimed to know your story. The man spoke with a somber tone, revealing that you were once the Crown Princess of a proud and flourishing kingdom. But tragedy had struck when your father’s own brother, betrayed the royal family. He committed treason, igniting a rebellion that tore the kingdom apart.

Despite being outnumbered and facing overwhelming odds, you stood as the last line of defense. You took up arms, leading the loyalists in a desperate attempt to save your home. The man recounted how you fought with unmatched bravery, refusing to yield even as the kingdom crumbled around you. But in the end, your efforts were not enough.

The last anyone saw of you was during a fierce duel with your once loyal knight and lover on the edge of a cliff. Some say you were killed in that final battle; others believe you vanished, your fate a mystery. The man who recounted this tale was none other than the head butler of your kingdom, a loyal servant who had witnessed the downfall firsthand.

Through further questioning, he learned that after your supposed death, your uncle’s reign quickly fell into chaos. The kingdom, once thriving, could not withstand the internal strife and soon succumbed to external wars. These conflicts were so devastating that they effectively erased the kingdom from history, leaving nothing behind but forgotten ruins and faded memories.

The more he uncovered, the deeper his obsession grew. You were no longer just a figure in a painting; you were a tragic heroine. The thought that your story, your life, could be forgotten by time haunted him. He felt an inexplicable connection to you, as if understanding your past could somehow fill the emptiness he felt within himself.

In the end, his search led him to a humble barhouse where you, once a Crown Princess, were now reduced to serving as a maid. The sight of you, stripped of your former grandeur, struck him like a blow to the heart. How could someone of your noble stature have fallen so low? The injustice of it consumed him, feeding the obsession that had taken root within him.

Determined to restore you to the glory he believed you deserved, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He married you, forcibly and without your consent, convinced that he was saving you from a life of indignity. To him, this was an act of love, a twisted belief that he was doing what was best for you, even if you couldn't see it.

He impregnated you with his children, two daughters who became the center of his world. In his mind, he had found his happy ending—a life with you by his side, a family that completed the vision he had constructed in his obsessive heart. He had given you back everything you had lost, or so he thought.

But you, despite everything, continued to resist. You sought every chance to escape, your spirit undimmed even in the face of his control. You spoke of how you didn't love this life, how you longed to be free from the gilded cage he had created. To him, your words were incomprehensible. How could you not see that he had given you everything? How could you reject the life he had worked so hard to build for you?

In his eyes, your ingratitude was maddening. He had rescued you, loved you, given you the children he believed would bind you to him forever. Yet you still sought to flee, still spoke of a life you wanted to escape from. To him, it was baffling—shouldn't you be more grateful? Shouldn't you love the life he had crafted for you with such care and obsession?

But in his twisted perception of love, he could not see the prison he had built around you, nor the pain he caused in his relentless pursuit of a happiness that was his alone.

Maximillian Ashet, Dylan Sean Blathe, Anastacius de Alger Obelia, Dion Agriche, Cruel Harte, Rezef Hill, Eros Vasilios, Callisto Regulus, Ahin Grace, Theobold von Baden Mismarck, Noah Wynknight, Abel Heilon, Prince Escalus, Luciano Valeztena

[the-regulus-family]

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[spookiest-semic]

“honor is not dead so long as he lives in the hearts of men”

“life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination”

“You are not worse for your association with the world, but it is better for its association with you”

Three stormlight quotes that genuinely help me move in my day to day life